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wonderwomanfantasy · 3 years

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Sero NSFW alphabet

I can write sero smut... as a treat.

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

He treats you like a god once he’s done with you. He’s a big fan of after sex massages. Sero also likes to smoke a little after sex but that usually leads to one of you getting horny and having sex again so like/ not really after sex more like mid sex.

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

He’s got such a nice jaw and he knows it. Please kiss his jaw and chin he will get so riled up.

Sero likes your back, it’s got such a nice shape to it and he loves the little moles and freckles on your back. He spends a lot of time touching your back when you too cuddle/ looking at it while he rails you from behind

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

his cum is so fucking thick for no reason. He can’t really do cum shots because it’s too god damn heavy to fly off. it’s also like, sweet? not like a lot just a little sweeter than average, it makes going down on him bearable.

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

He takes so many practice nudes, Like he is so concerned you won’t like his dick pics so he takes a thousand and only sends you the best ones. this also leads to posing after he gets out of the shower.

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

I mean he’s had sex before but probably only one or two partners, its a bit of a learning experience for both of you.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

It changes day to day tbh on the one hand he likes fucking you from behind where you’re laying down, but he also likes it when he tapes your legs above you're head and he fucks you that way but also also he loves it when you ride him - or when He fucks you while spooning gah theirs just too many to chose from. for the most part though he likes positions where he gets to touch you and look at you as much as possible.

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

...if you read kinktober day 31 you know what i think. Yeah he’s an absolute CLOWN do not trust this boy he will start humming the wee theme song in the middle of blowing your back out. He loves to see you laugh so he might fuck around and start tickling you while he’s eating you ot or something.

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

This boy has a full on bush he is so fucking hairy. he has a thick treasure trail starting at his belly button and leading to his pubes wich are a mess tbh. he keeps it clean but like unless you ask him to trim he won’t think to do it. a lot of chest on his chest and his under arms too

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

Like I said most of the time he’s a goof but hear me out- after like a glass of wine he gets so romantic. Please imagine tipsy Sero whispering soft praise in your ear and calling you pet names in Spanish while he kisses your neck and fingers you.

something to think about idk

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

not often tbh, really only when you’re not around to do it for him but most of the time he’s patient enough to wait for you to be in the mood too. but if you ask he will send you a video of him putting, all those practice nudes pay off.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

food play- That one ask really did something for me AnYwAys. He liked feeding his partner, it really turns him on and he loves it when he gets to eat off of you, and he generally has an oral fixation and this feeds you.

praise- please he is so soft, he loves to worship your body and tell you how gorgeous he thinks you look when he’s fucking you and he will go feral if you give him some of that energy back he loves it when you praise him

cum play- uhm. hmm, how to phrase this. He likes to cum in you and when he pulls out push the cum back in with his fingers until it’s all soaked up same if he came in your mouth

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

shower/ bath sex babie. He loves the feeling of water around you and it’s also super hot when both of you are sweaty/ dirty he really gets off on that.

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

when you're clingy. he feels his soul assend to a higher plain of being when you needy and crawl into his lap to hug him. Of course if you’re not feeling it he can be a gentleman and keep his hands to himself but if you want to be even closer with him...

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

piss. Idk he just thinks it’s gross

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

you are his fucking world and his face is your throne please watterboard him he loves to give head you are just so yummy he can’t get enough of you.

he likes getting head as much as the next guy but it’s really an after thought to absolutely devouring you and making your legs shake.

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

He likes to go slow and take his time unraveling you. His strokes are long and deep. it’s almost torture that he won’t speed up unless you beg him. Sero takes his sweet time building you up, and you hate it.

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

pretty indifferent tbh. He likes them fine and he enjoys the risk of doing it in some place public but he’d prefer to fuck you properly some where he can take his time with you

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

meh he knows what a he likes so he can be a little hesitant to try something new but he’ll usually bend to your will and try something for you.

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

pretty average, he can go for a while with out busting but after he cums he gets pretty tired quickly and needs a break in between rounds

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

like I said earlier he loves to tie you up and use his tape on you and he’s a pretty big fan of other toys too like vibrators and nipple clamps, anything to get you worked up really.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

mmm not really a tease in his actions but in his words. He likes to pick on you a little bit to get a laugh or make you beg if you really want something but he’s usually not the type to withhold pleasure, unless you’ve been really bad.

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

He is quiet but he talks a lot. Sero likes to moan in your ear softly, He’ll praise you and tell you how pretty you look right now and whisper how much he loves you but it’s all easily drowed out by the noises you make which he lives to hear.

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

I didn’t have anywhere else to put this but he is a big Service top / Pleasure dom. He’s not really mean to you and he will do just about anything you want him too but he sure as hell is in charge and he reminds you of that fact by overstimulating you until you’re crying and can’t take anymore.

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

hee hee he’s got a big cock. I know it I know it’s big. hmm no thoughts just sero’s big cock. uhm anyways like pretty nice it’s long and thick with some pretty purple veins and a slight left curve to it

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

I mean. it’s healthy but not as high as say Kaminiari’s sex drive. little things get him worked up and that tends to build until it’s too much to take

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He will stay awake long enough to take care of you but he likes to cuddle pretty soon afterwards.

#Sero Hanta #sero x reader #sero smut #sero hanta x reader #imagine sero #sero x reader smut #my hero academia #my hero acadamy #my hero academia imagine #my hero academia head cannon

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theyanderespecialist · 4 years

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Sharing Speedsters 1 (One Shot) Barry Allen X OC X Eobard Thawne (The Flash)

[Hello My Sexy Readers, I am here with my co author and this is with Barry Allen X OC Marie X Eobard Thawne (Which he will look like wells which is more daddish for reasons >:3) Smut One Shot Requested Anonymously to my co author. We hope you enjoy this chapter!]

(Marie's POV)

I was trying to hid, two speedsters have been hunting me down for years. I had to run and his and I make my way back to my apartment and there I see both Eobard and Barry in my living room.

"W-What... h-how the hell.. what are. ." I could barely talk as I backed up, nearly falling

"We decided to work together and this time we are not letting you go." Eobard says. (Readers Eobard kept Harrison looks for reasons Just a heads up)

(Probably couldn't have the energy to chase me around and use the energy to become himself again)

(XD Yeah)

I was so confused, I didn't understand why they were chasing me in the first place. It started when I was kidnapped by some criminal as a hostage, the flash having saved me, and saving me every time I needed it, eventually he revealed his identity as my friend Barry, but he started acting weird, he was slightly possessive... Then Eobard the enemy of Barry started to stalk me, I caught him in my house more than once, he spanked me when he deemed I was a bad girl. His words not mine. So I am so confused.

(Uh very confusing as to why he didn't kill me bit probably super painful)

(probably)

(More so painful to my pride)

(XD yeah XD)

"I don't understand.." I said as I backed up scared. Was I going to be killed?

"Do not worry." Barry says. "We will never hurt you."

"What we want is something else." Eobard says slamming the door shut.

She tenses and soon is picked up by Barry and he is running somewhere at the speed of light.

(I like.to imagine he did just leave to get rid of eobard But failed xD)

(XD Pretty much XD)

I found myself in his room as my face turned red. Did he just..ditch eobard?

"I don't want him to get his hands on you. Marie you don't understand how much I love you, every time I look at you my heart aches. I want you to be happy, every smile just makes me feel like no matter how shitty my day is, I could smile back."

I looked at him and suddenly he kisses me and I kiss back and he wraps his arms around my waist. I wasn't as scared if him..if anything I was attracted to him. We were close in age, childhood friends actually, he was just so sweet..)

(Close in age....something eobard even in wells body, he won't achieve which works for his whole daddy need)

(XD YASSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS)

I tangle my fingers in his hair before I hear the door slam open and I pull away to see Eobard and he was seething. Or at least I think he was bit the mask hid it. I was suddenly pulled back into another kiss by Barry although he seemed nervous. I kiss him back blushing hard as I kiss him. I was a little scared, not only kissing Barry but doing it in front of a very angry eobard, however my attention was quickly drawn to the hand I felt on my breast. Barry started to massage my breasts and I moaned as she does so my chest always been sensitive. And I had noticed his staring when he thought I didn't notice..

(Barrys pov)

I smile and took her shirt of with seed and her bra and then take a nipple in my mouth vibrating around it. She let out a cry of a moan as her head tilted back.

"B-Barry stop-- y-you have to stop~" she panted out but I wasn't listening. "Barry you dont -mmm understand I--" she stopped just as I felt something enter my mouth. A liquid.

I moaned at the sweet vanilla taste and began to suck more vigorously. She let out a moan as her eyes rolled back as I continued as she gripped the sheets before she let one hand stroke my hair. I moaned loving the praise it gave and started to move my fingers to her core.

"B-Barry~" she moaned as it only spurred me on, I almost forgot Eobard was there

I groaned and kissed her pulling her close as I vibrate her clit with a vibrating finger.

"OH God Barry~ Y-You're making me feel so good Barry~"

I smirked and shove a finger in her and she cums hard on my vibrating fingers convulsing

She moaned as I didn't take it out as she looked at me, her words just causing my heart to beat faster than what it already was.

"Such a good boy Barry. ..for mommy."

I blushed darkly and kissed her deeply. God she is so good to me~ I know that she knew of my kink, I know because I had told her of it. She didn't judge me for it. Her hands grabbed my face as she kissed back, she was just so sweet about all this.

(And eobard is getting jealous. XD)

I felt her suddenly grab onto my suit as she tore it, specifically my crotch as she looked at me, her eyes focused on me as she pushed me down on the bed so that I was sitting on the edge as she kneeled in front of me as her breasts rested on my knees as she pulled me down into a Toss as she spread my legs as I feel her breasts push against my cock

(Eobard is being severely neglected, that's a no no for him XD that is just asking for punishment

XD so true)

I looked at her and thrust in between her breast moaning. She looked up at me with a smile on her face as she pushed her breasts together with her arms making it feel so much better.

"Take it slow Bar~ I want you to enjoy this." She said as over her shoulder I could.see Eobard remove his.mask as he glared at me.

Her face was red as she blushed, probably never having done this, and I never have either, but it was cute ..especially when she took my hands in hers. I held her hands and kissed her as she moaned into my mouth and I speed up a bit. She kissed back as I still was going to take my time..especially with reverse here

I need to show she is mine and I will make sure of it.

(They suck at working together)

(XD well it is in their nature to be rivals)

I see him glare as he suddenly sped over as I glared before letting out a moan when her breasts pushed together harder to see he was helping hold them as he started to lift them up and down as she blushed but kissed me.

(At least he's helping xD)

(Probably for himself XD)

I groan at this as she is massaged over me and I am now so close. She blushed darkly as I thrust up more rapidly as I couldn't hold back, grabbing her face as I leaned down kissing Her as I came, her breasts becoming slick from my cum.

(XD yup he was like "enough, my turn xD)

(XD)

After I finished he pulled her away from me and kisses her deeply. I will let this slide for now.

(Eobard's POV)

I held the side of her face as I kissed her, my hands gripping her firmly so she couldn't pull away as I pushed my tongue into her mouth, trying to get her own, cute little tongue to play with mine.

(Anyone who ever describes a tongue as cute..we got issues xD)

(XD)

I played with hers before dominating her mouth. I hated to see Barry have her play the role of mommy. We were truly opposites. To me she just wasn't a mommy.. she truly wasn't, and I knew her vest. No, her role is far different.

She was my little girl and I am going to show her just how much better daddy is~

(Can I get Barry back? XD I think I would prefer Barry xD

(XD Barry is gone now! All left is Eobard XD

I pull away from the kiss as she panted heavily as she was a deep red.

(XD he's still in the room XD)

I then pulled off her big girl clothes as I had something more fitting for her to wear~

(Oh no xD again xD here's eobard being a creep)

I see Barry glaring before he got a call as he sped out after getting fixed out leaving me alone with her for a little bit, perfect.

(Barry! Do not leave her alone with a creep XD)

(XD)

I smirked and then hand her the dress she looked at it blushing darkly.

"Y-You...want me.to w-wear this?" She asked as I just smirked as she looked away. "F-Fine.." she said as she left the room to change but I sped over to her as she screamed

"Just making sure you wouldn't try to escape." I said before closing the door so she could change, even if I've already seen her naked

She soon came out and it was the picture of sexiness and innocents and with that dark blush on her face helped me all the more. She looked so shy, so embarrassed when she shouldn't be. I walked over to her as I placed a hand on her face as she jumped a little before she relaxed as she actually leaned into it

"You look so beautiful sweetie." I tell her and kiss her again

She blushed but kissed me back as I pulled her closer, my hands resting on her back before slowly sliding down

She moaned and I groped her soft plump ass it is perfectly firm~

(Its times like this that Barry should never of left xD)

(XD Exactly XD)

"You feel so soft yet firm~ but I can't get how intimate you were with Barry out of my mind." I trailed off as my groping got more serious, more aggressive.

She moans and arches into me and I massage her butt even more.

"How you completely ignored me.." "i-it wasn't lik-like that.." she said as she grabbed onto me.

"It wasn't?"

"N-No I j-just wanted t-to give y-you both equal a-attention you deserved."

I smiled. "You always been so sweet, but now can you just be sweet for daddy?"

(I can say..it was actually like that she definitely prefers Barry xD Actually they are both hot, Barry in a sweet way and eobard in a kinky way)

(XD yeah sorry Eo XD)

She gave a shy smile as she nodded making me smile back. She just needed to know we didn't pose a threat to her.

I smile and take off my suit and then my cock sprang out. "Why don't you sit on my lap~"

She blushed but nodded as I sat on the couch as I waited for her as she seemed embarrassed.

"U-Um.. i-is there a specific way you want me to sit..l-like facing you o-or facing away?" She asked.

"Facing me baby girl." I say and pull her down on my lap my cock right between her folds nudging her clit.

(She too is freaked by him wearing a dead man's face)

(XD Yeah)

She blushed darkly as she shuddered as she let out a shaky moan. I smirked and started to let my cock vibrate and she gripped my shoulders for support.

"O-Oh Daddy~"

"That's it, good girl, just keep calling me daddy and I'll make you feel good in return~" I promised as she moaned as it was right on her clit

(XD he right now is a glorified sex toy XD)

She moaned and kept crying out daddy and saying she felt so good. "Da-Daddy Please~ Let me cum daddy~"

(Basically xD)

(XD)

"Go ahead baby girl, you don't have to ask me to cum when you've been so good." I said as she held onto me tightly as she cried out for me as she came, her body shuddering as I could feel her orgasm slick my cock up as she pulled me into a kiss.

I kiss back and know I now have to take her virginity at least one of them.

[Another chapter done I hope you all enjoyed and stay sexy!]

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savannahsdrabbles · 4 years

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Encounters - Part One

rating: G summary: How April met the ROTTMNT turtles. notes: 6k fluffy turtle tot fic with just a touch of angst. Part two can be found here, and Ao3 link here

“Okay, my sons. It is time,”

Despite his hushed tone, Splinter’s voice swelled with importance as he turned to face his charges. The maroon hoodie he had scrounged up fanned around him almost comically as he moved, speaking to the fact that it was clearly designed with someone much taller than he in mind. Even so, there was still an air of confidence and gravitas to his manner – this was not the first time that he had stood before an audience, nor, if he had anything to say about it, would it be his last. “As you know, this is an important mission. I am aware that you have been through this before, but it still remains pertinent that you remember the rules. Recite them for me, please.”

Three of the four hooded figures before him immediately straightened to attention, their voices also hushed but still quivering with excitement.

“Pay attention!”

“Stay close!”

“No talking!”

…

The last response, rather than being delivered with confidence, was replaced with silence punctuated by the steady drip drip drip of a leaky pipe above them and the droning rumble of cars in the distance. Tiny rivulets of water streamed from a crack in the metal tube directly over their heads, running together and condensing into a single droplet that swelled and drooped under its own weight before silently dropping into a puddle of its brethren at their feet.

The pause dragged on for a few more seconds, and Splinter couldn’t help but roll his eyes upwards in a silent plea for patience as he sighed. “Michelangelo?”

“Oh!” The last and smallest figure in line immediately stood up straight, his focus snapping away from the growing puddle and turning towards his father. “Stick to the shadows!” The young turtle scrunched up his snout and leapt forward, landing on one foot and raising his arms into the air as an attempt at an action pose. “Like ninjas – HA!”

The gesture might have been threatening, were it not coming from an eight year old in an orange hoodie. However, it definitely sufficed to distract those around him. The three other turtles giggled, their concentration broken as they immediately began hopping around and striking their own grand poses. “Yeah – ninjas! Like Lou Jitsu!”

Splinter blinked slowly, a small smile teasing at his lips despite himself. “Right… like ninjas. If ninjas were loud and unfocused.”

That caught their attention. All four turtles immediately fumbled to a stop and forced serious expressions onto their round faces. “Sorry, Dad.”

“Hm.” The rat hummed, his gaze moving over the boys one last time before nodding. “Alright, let us go.”

***

Even with his years of training, Splinter still couldn’t help but be impressed by the relative ease with which he was able to lift manhole covers. Perhaps there were a few advantages to this new form - however, now was not the time for him to crow over his abilities.

Tonight was a gathering night.

Still holding the cover a few inches above him, Splinter peered around the alleyway. His ears rotated atop his head, listening for any sign of danger before he finally pushed himself up and out of the pipe. Once he was on solid ground, the rat sniffed the air and nodded slowly. This would be a good spot for the night.

Green dumpsters lined the gap between Eastman’s Donuts and Laird Apartments, each giving off a variety of odors that ranged in levels of pleasantness. The alleyway he’d chosen tonight was one they frequented due to its abundance of cover and wide variety of resources. He always made sure to schedule their gathering nights shortly after garbage day, so that any food placed in the bins would still be relatively fresh and untouched by whatever else was dumped in with it. Years of gatherings told him that the dumpsters on the opposite side of either building tended to be less fruitful, but both alleyways held Salvation Army drop boxes that sometimes held clothing or other small items that could be repurposed for their needs.

“You may come out, boys. Silently.”

To their credit, his sons were decent at following commands when needed. One at a time, the four boys peeped their heads out of the drain and then scrambled over the edge.

Raphael led the way, his shell bumping against either side of the pipe as he pulled himself through. Even at eight years old, his biggest son stood slightly taller than his father and was showing signs of growing every day. Splinter was already dreading the day that they would have to change gathering routes in order to find manholes covers more accommodating of his size – that, or he would have to risk leaving his tenderhearted son alone at the lair during missions. The latter idea already hurt to think of.

Donatello and Leonardo were next, somehow managing to hold a silent shoving match as they ascended the ladder and attempted to pull themselves out of the ground. His purple son eventually emerged victorious, scrambling to his feet a few seconds ahead of his brother and immediately ducking behind Raph to smile smugly. Leo stuck his tongue out in protest and opened his mouth as if to say something, only to catch a warning glance from his father and snap it shut once more.

Michelangelo was the last one out of the sewer, clambering up the ladder with ease and bouncing excitedly next to his brothers as Splinter pushed the grate back into place. When he turned back around, the rat nodded in approval at the way the other boys had closed rank around their brother, making an unspoken shield. Despite the fact that the turtles were all the same age – or at least, had mutated on the same day – Mikey remained the smallest of the turtles and therefore held the honorary title of baby brother. While he hoped the boy wouldn’t one day grow to be resentful of the fact, Splinter was grateful to have three extra sets of eyes trained on the actions of his most distractible son.

Speaking of eyes – Splinter turned towards the mouth of the alley and took several steps forward. The four boys stumbled after him, small hands brushing his tail and the edge of his hoodie as a guide. His vision nowadays was not what it used to be – a trait he could only assume was a result of his transformation – so he had come to rely heavily on scent and color when moving about. Nevertheless, his ability to navigate in the dark remained the strongest of the small band of creatures he now called family.

Once he was completely satisfied that they would not be seen, Splinter reached into the pocket of his jacket and withdrew a small bundle of meshy fabric. After a moment of unwinding, he distributed a small reusable bag to each of his sons and jerked his head at the bins. “Red, I will need you to hold a bag for me while I look in the larger bins.” Raphael swelled with pride, and Splinter then turned to his three smaller sons. “You three, go ahead and start gathering. Remember to not eat anything you find until I have had a chance to look it over.”

The boys all nodded obediently as they set about their tasks.

***

“Check this out!” Leo whispered excitedly, drawing his brothers’ attention from their searching. Their scavenging through the cardboard boxes at the edge of the alley hadn’t been particularly fruitful so far – only a few unopened fortune cookies from someone’s takeout and a half-crushed box of crackers. Mikey could feel his stomach grumbling in protest as he rocked backwards on his knees and squinted in the direction of Leo’s voice.

“What’s’it? Something good?” “Yeah – a remote! See?” The blue-clad turtle shuffled closer on his knees and held out a small rectangular object in his hand. “And it still has batteries in it – I think I can use the recharger we found last time to juice them back up!”

“Oh, cool!” Donnie leaned forward until his head almost bumped into Mikey’s, causing the box turtle to scooch back to allow him a better vantage. “I needed some batteries for my flashlight!”

He reached for the remote expectantly, only for Leo to hurriedly stuff the item into his tote bag and shuffle away. “No way – finder’s keeper’s!”

The soft shelled turtle scowled and reached out again. “Dad said finder’s keeper’s is only for toys and stuff – we have to share tools!”

“Well, then this is my toy.”

“A remote isn’t a – “

“Guyssss I’m hungryyyy. Let’s just go back to looking!”

“Boys!”

The three turtles’ mouths snapped shut, eyes flickering towards the area where Splinter and Raph were and then back towards each other. They waited for a moment, half-expecting to be berated for being too loud, and then heaved identical sighs when no lecturing came.

“Really guys, I’m hungry,” Mikey whispered as he dramatically dropped his head onto Leo’s shoulder. “My tumbus wants food.”

The red-eared slider patted his youngest brother’s head sympathetically, and then gently pushed him off. “Me too. Let’s keep looking. Maybe we can find something good, like… like pizza!”

Mikey could feel liquid immediately rushing to his mouth at the thought of pizza. “Mmm, yeah! A whole entire pizza!”

“As if someone would throw out a whole pizza,” Donnie scoffed as he turned back towards his pile and started searching again. “It’s too expensive.”

Leo rolled his eyes. “Oh yeah? And what do you know about money?”

“More than you.”

“Nuh-uh!”

“Yuh-huh.”

“Nuh-uh!”

“Yuh-huh.”

And with that they were off again, attention set on each other as they continued to whisper-argue. Mikey sighed. Sometimes he swore those two were twins, what with how much they bickered with each other. Dad had said it was impossible due to their difference in species, but that didn’t stop Mikey from imagining his middle two brothers holding a shoving match even from within whatever egg they had hatched from. Mmm… Eggs. The small turtle shook his head as his stomach growled once more. Nope, can’t be thinking about food right now. Gotta keep searching. Gotta not think about yummy scrambled eggs or hot, tasty pizza with cheese that stretched off the crust whenever he bit into it. Can’t think about the intoxicating aroma of tomatoes and spices and mushrooms that was so good she could almost taste it -

Wait.

Mikey sniffed the air.

That smell wasn’t just in his imagination – he was actually smelling pizza!

Scrambling to his feet, Mikey closed his eyes in concentration and focused on the scent. He slowly turned on his heels, inhaling deeply and trying to zero in on the source of the wonderful aroma until he faced the direction it seemed to be coming from. When he finally opened his eyes, the turtle felt his heart drop.

The mouth of the alley loomed before him like a sideways set of open jaws, warning him not to step out onto the sidewalk lest they chomp down and never let him go. Dad had warned them never to venture past the alley’s boundaries, where they were cradled in shadows and safe from any wandering eyes that happened to turn in their direction. And yet the smell of pizza and other good things drifted from just around the corner like a siren’s song, calling him out into the open.

Surely it couldn’t hurt to just lean out and grab the food, then duck back to his family? Mikey could already imagine the proud look on his father’s face as he returned with a whole box of hot food – a rare delicacy in their family. Certainly he would forgive his son for going just a tinnyyyyy bit further than he was supposed to if it meant being able to feed everyone for the night, right?

Glancing back at his family to ensure that their attentions were elsewhere, Mikey stepped closer to the edge of the shadows and listened. He could hear young humans’ voices chattering and laughing in the distance, and the ground vibrated slightly as an occasional car rumbled down the next street over. Taking a deep breath, Mikey poked his head out of the alley and allowed the tip of his nose to be lit up by the towering street lights. The boy hesitated, half expecting to hear Donnie or one of his other family members hissing for him to come back, and then looked to his left.

A row of hedges lined the front of the apartment building they were next to, and served as one of the few natural sources of green on the heavily brown and red bricked street. Mikey could almost imagine the scent trails winding through the leaves of the bushes and down the alley on the opposite side of the building. Maybe he could just sneak through those bushes and around the corner without even stepping onto the sidewalk- so technically he would still be staying in the shadows. Like a ninja.

Before he had a chance to change his mind, Mikey darted around the corner and cleared the small gap between the edge of the building and the first of the bushes in a single leap. The leaves closed around him like a protective cocoon as he ducked into the foliage, shielding him from the street lamps’ lights and serving as the perfect tunnel to crawl through on hands and knees towards the smell. He hesitated for a moment when he reached a slab of concrete that created a gap in the foliage – the front porch that served as the building’s entrance. This opening as a bit more nerve-wracking than the initial dive into the bushes had been, because there he had at least had the option of turning back.

Mikey glanced over his shoulder and back through the bushes, listening. Splinter had still made no sign of noticing that his youngest was missing. He guessed it was now or never.

The young turtle scrambled forward, fighting the urge to yelp as the front porch light fully illuminated his body, and then threw himself the remaining few feet back into the cover of the bushes. His arms trembled with nerves as he collapsed onto his still aching stomach, and he lay motionless for a moment until he could catch his breath again. Ok, ok. Still safe. His knee stung a bit from where he’d apparently scraped it on the concrete, but other than that he was in one piece.

Better yet, the smell of pizza was almost overwhelming at this point.

Swallowing the drool that threatened to escape his mouth, Mikey pulled himself back onto his hands and knees and closed the distance between himself and where the edge of the bushes met the mouth of the next alleyway. He heaved a small sigh of relief as he could finally emerge from the bushes and dive into the dark alley – safety.

The small turtle’s legs shook like jelly beneath him as he plastered himself against a shadow drenched wall and tried to calm his frantically beating heart. It was odd to think that his family was just on the other side of this building, maybe three or four dozen yards away, and yet it felt as if he had just crawled a mile and was now utterly alone. Mikey shivered at the thought. Okay, so maybe this hadn’t been as great of an idea as he had initially thought. But it was all going to be over in just a second – all he needed to do was grab the pizza and then crawl back through the bushes. Problem solved!

Lifting his nose again, Mikey crept towards one of the closest bins – a large green dumpster with the lid propped up against the wall of the apartment. The smell of hot pizza was nearly overwhelming, and Mikey felt another shiver run through his body as he imagined biting into the cheesy goodness. Who in the world would throw away such an amazing thing?

But… how to get to it?

Raph and Master Splinter usually had to work together to get the rat high enough that he could lean over the edge of the bin and toss things out. And while Mikey was a good climber, he already knew he wouldn’t be able to scramble up the vertical metal wall without help.

Glancing around, Mikey’s eyes zeroed in on several cardboard boxes like the ones he and his brothers had been looking through in the other alley. Maybe if he stacked those together… yes, perfect!

With a smile of determination, the small turtle set to work creating a staircase along the side of the massive trashcan and then scrambled up to the top. It wasn’t the perfect height, but if he stood on his tiptoes from here he could peer over the edge of the bin.

“Whoa,” he whispered as he pulled himself up to the lip, “This thing is enormous!”

Sure enough, the trash can was about six feet long – nearly triple his height – and almost as tall. A few trash bags lined the bottom of the bin, the plastic on some drawn so tight that they threatened to burst and spill their contents into the rest of the garbage. Several brown glass bottles littered the top of the bags, clearly thrown in by a drunken passerby rather than bagged up safely. But in the center of it all, perched atop a particularly large bag of trash, was the pizza box.

Mikey couldn’t help but let out an excited giggle. Based on the smell and where it sat, someone had to have just thrown the box in a few minutes ago – how in the world had he gotten so lucky? Now he just had to reach it.

Using his arms, the turtle pulled himself up on to the edge of the trash can and balanced on his plastron as he leaned forward to reach. His right arm stretched out into the air above the bin, grasping for his prize while his legs kicking legs served as a counterbalance.

“Almost…. Come on…” Pursing his lips, Mikey waved his stubby arm in the direction of the box. Nope. Not working. He rocked sideways to switch arms and then extended the left one in a second attempt. His fingers brushed the tip of the cardboard, and Mikey felt a grin stretch across his face. “Almost… almost…”

Then, as if suddenly taunting him, the box slipped and slid out of his reach. Mikey yelped in frustration and lunged forward, fingers outstretched –

-only to find himself falling head over heels.

The child squawked in surprise as he tumbled forward, arms pinwheeling as he attempted to grab the edge of the can and keep himself from falling into the veritable abyss, but gravity was not on his side. The turtle fell heavily, arms barely coming up to shield his face as he dropped like a stone and faceplanted into several swollen black trash bags.

Immediately he went into panic mode, his arms flailing for purchase on the shifting floor. Mikey struggled to push himself up onto his elbows and looked around his new surroundings in fear. “Oh no, oh no, oh no, oh no,”

His heart pounded against his ribs as the turtle rolled onto his back and attempted to clamber to his feet, only to succeed in slipping and sliding on the slick plastic until something sharp bit into the bottom of his foot.

All goals of remaining quiet were forgotten as Mikey yelped and leapt backwards from the broken glass, his shell hitting the back of the bin and causing a loud, warping echo to rattle through the metal. Then, as if things couldn’t get any worse, the lid wobbled on its hinges and slammed down, plunging the turtle into perfect darkness.

#rottmnt #rise of the tmnt #turtle tots #savannah drabbles #tmnt fanfic #nickelodeon

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dearlazerbunny · 4 years

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Closer

Pairings: Yusuke Kitagawa x Reader

Genre/Ratings: first kiss, ace!Yusuke

Words: 1400

Summary: You’ve modeled for Yusuke dozens of times, but this ends a little differently than most.

Oh, did someone say ignore everything you need to be writing and write about my favorite angsty art boy instead??? I thought you’d never ask!!!

“Yusuke. Yukukeeeeeeeeeeeeee.”

Nothing. The boy across from you is ruthlessly invested in the sketchpad resting on his knee, a charcoal pencil fiddling between his fingers. You almost wish you could take a photograph so he could sketch himself instead of you- he’s more of a picture than you’ll ever be, with the look of concentration on his face and the pillowy gray dust streaking his hands. From your position laid across your bed at apparently interesting angles, you have a perfect view of the fading sunlight filtering through the window and the evening settling in the air. You’re warm and a little drowsy from lying down for so long, and Yusuke still isn’t finished.

“Will you at least show me what you’ve got so far?”

Hmmm.

“Your hair would look better in a Mohawk.”

A bit of an eyebrow raise.

“I want to have your babies.”

Well, he’s muttering something under his breath, but nothing coherent.

“The phantom thieves logo is ugly.”

“Hm?” A moment passes before Yusuke’s gaze actually focuses on you- like his mind is still entangled in his art. “Did you say something?”

You bite back a giggle. “Nothing. I know you aren’t supposed to rush art and all, but my butt is getting sore.”

He glances back down at the drawing on his lap. “I don’t yet think I’ve adequately captured the fluidity of the pose-”

“Yusukeeeeee. You say that every time, and every time it looks like a damn masterpiece.”

He rolls his eyes, but there’s a touch of a smile on his lips. “Flattering.”

“It’s why you keep me around.”

“A preposterous notion.” He stands and stretches, shoulders rolling under the collared shirt he insists on wearing even on lazy days. “I’m quite fond of your jawline; it proves a fascinating study.”

“You really know how to woo a girl,” you yawn through your quip, taking the opportunity to shift into a more comfortable position amongst the pillows you’re surrounded by.

“No, you’ll mess up the-!” you cock an eyebrow, daring him to argue about ruining your form or line or whatever he was about to say- he promptly closes his mouth, and you rub in the victory by dramatically ruffling your hair out of whatever carefully draped formation Yusuke had arranged it into hours before.

In an effort to shield himself from viewing the destruction of his masterpiece, Yusuke turns his attention back to his unfinished piece while you wiggle around and snuggle up into a blanket and generally make yourself look silly. It’s always so fascinating to watch his face waver and contort as he takes in his own work- there’s always a pinch along his brow bone, a tilt of the head here and there. For someone who prides himself on keeping his emotions in check, you can consistently read him like a book.

You blink- at some point in your staring, he started staring back at you. It’s his artist’s gaze, something intense and critical but also somehow dreamlike as it imagines what could be with a stroke of pencil on a page. Being its target never gets old. He crosses to where you’re still curled up on the bed and ever so gently reaches out to brush away a stray piece of hair from where its fallen on your forehead. You freeze. This is- different. This isn’t the deft touch of a sculptor arranging his model. It’s… softer. More tentative. Almost nervous?

“I believe I’ve realized something,” Yusuke murmurs, “and it was rather foolish of me not have seen it previously.” You wait, your heart thumping something fierce. “You are.. intensely beautiful.”

“Well, I don’t think artists aren’t in the habit of drawing ugly things.” You try to jest and give him a smirk as you sit up to meet him, but something frozen has flooded your veins and slowed you down. Compliments aren’t rare, necessarily, but they are when they’re not coming from the artist, but from him.

He shakes his head, bangs falling into his eyes. “No. It’s difficult to explain. I can capture this-” he traces the line of your cheekbone with a gentle finger, as though you’re forged of crystal- “easily enough. But the light in your eyes, and in the curve of your smile… they prove unfairly elusive.”

“Yusuke?” His hand hasn’t left your cheek; you’re almost afraid to breathe for fear of scaring him away. “I don’t really know what to say.”

“I- I don’t-” He lets out a little huff of frustration, clearly irritated at his inability to put his thoughts into words. You stay where you are, watching indecision flicker across his face, waiting for any sort of cue. Little by little, it becomes clear what he’s trying to say but can’t quite voice- it’s in the way you’re reflected in his eyes; how his fingers wander their way down to the nape of your neck and let themselves tangle in your hair.

Ever so gently, you mimic his movement and brush his bangs back into their characteristic swoop, not missing the way his breath hitches as you comb through the strands. “Is this okay?” you murmur, not wanting to push anything too far. He’d told you long ago about his asexuality and lack of interest in anything physical- fine with you, you aren’t interested in him for what he can offer you in the bedroom. But now… “I thought you were ace? Which is fine,” you reassure. “I just need to know where my boundaries are.”

“I am,” he confirms. “But at the moment I feel as though I need to kiss you or either spontaneously combust.”

You breathe out a laugh, both from shock and awe at his sudden honesty. “Okay.” Your fingers move a little more assuredly along his hairline, little parts of him you’ve long admired but never been able to touch. “That’s okay. We can work with that.”

Nothing but a hum of resolution from Yusuke, who continues to let himself meander over your features. The two of you draw ever closer, a small dance of back and forth until you’re close enough to feel him whisper a confession as his eyes flutter closed- “I have no idea what I’m doing.”

“That’s okay, too,” you whisper back, letting him take his time as he gently brushes your nose with his own, runs a thumb over your cheek, and leans in for your first kiss.

It’s gentle at first- tentative, experimental. While it’s your first kiss as a couple, you know it’s also his first kiss ever, and it’s sweet knowing he trusts you enough to share the experience with you. You try to send him subtle little signs that say it’s all good, I’m right here. Do what you want to do. He gets bolder as the seconds pass, letting the small bits of passion that characterize everything Yusuke does leak through his wall of uncertainty: his fingers clench in your hair, he leans into the taste of you, lets you hear the catch in his sigh of contentment and small noise of want. You follow his lead and try not to let on just how many fireworks are sparking though you, all the way down to the tips of your toes.

Somewhere along the way the two of you got so entangled that separating only means putting a few inches between your faces. You look at each other in wonder, in amazement, like your entire worldview has shifted into high definition clarity.

And then you both promptly dissolve into giggles, because, yeah. That was... good.

Yusuke looks years younger with a smile on his face and crinkles around his eyes- it’s a rare sight that you cherish each and every time you’re privy to it. Knowing you’re the cause makes it even better. “Okay?” You ask softly, unable to stop yourself from looking at him in this new way- closer, softer, warmer.

“Mmm. Quite.” Being close enough to taste his words is such a sweet feeling. “And you?”

Your nose brushes his in an Eskimo kiss. “Never better. You never fail to amaze me, Inari.”

He graces you with another soft kiss. “However amazing I might be, it only reveals itself because of you.”

“You’re too damn poetic, you know that?”

Another smile, this one even brighter than the last. “And yet,” he gestures to the pair of you, at how you’re happily and contentedly wrapped in his arms- “here you are.”

A/N: Yusuke is gray-ace and you can pry that headcanon out of my cold dead gray-ace hands

#persona 5 #persona 5 fic #persona 5 fanfiction #yusuke kitagawa #yusuke kitagawa x reader #yusuke kitagawa x you #reader insert #ace!headcanon #first kiss #first kiss fic

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owenepierce · 4 years

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Easter Event || Para

Who: Owen Pierce & Adam Sylvester

When: April 18th, 2020

Where: Practice Room in the Dominant dorm building.

Notes: Utilizes three eggs: cage, rope and a crop.

Owen

Dressed in a pair of blue jeans and a light pink hoodie, Owen stepped through the threshold of the Dominant Dormitory, the wind from outside tousling his blonde hair before the doors closed behind him. The submissive approached the front desk and asked for directions to the practice room where he was set to meet Adam Sylvester for his scene. After receiving instructions, he went on his way - doing all he could to subdue the little bubble of nerves that he had grown rather accustomed to since he had begun scening with people. Owen tried to remind himself that he had absolutely nothing to be nervous about; Adam was an experienced Dominant - he was related to the Headmistress, after all. If there was anyone at the institute that Owen could trust whole-heartedly to scene with, it'd be him. Owen arrived at the entrance of the practice room a few minutes early and dropped to his knees. He had learned that this was a customary first pose to initiate a scene, and he hoped to impress Adam and get their scene started on a good note by doing so.

Adam

Adam made a habit of arriving early to scenes, so that he could set up things as he wanted them, and yet, Owen beat him. He supposed he wasn't surprised, since the new submissive certainly had seemed eager to impress. Adam regarded him with a slight smile as he walked into the practice room. "You look like you're looking forward to this," he commented, a distinct pleased note in his voice. He walked past Owen to one of the shelves to pick out the toys that were required for the scene. A crop, a cage, and rope, simple and versatile, easy enough to work into a scene. "I've got a good idea of what we're going to do, but before we start, remind me again of your safeword and any limits. Not just hard limits, I want you to tell me anything you don't want to do right now, not just things you'd never try."

Owen

"I certainly am, sir." Owen responded cheerfully when Adam entered the room. He lifted his gaze but remained on his knees. "My safeword is 'snap' and as for limits, I know I don't want anything to do with things that would permanently alter my face or body...um, not cut or blood or bodily fluids other than semen and saliva. I'm sorry if that's not a big enough list, but it's honestly all I know." Owen smiled gently and shrugged. He had only done two scenes before this and two weeks of school was hardly enough to inform him about everything he might not like, but he hoped what he knew would be enough.(edited)April 18, 2020

Adam

"No, that's perfect," Adam said as he set his supplies on a table and walked over to where Owen was kneeling. He ruffled the boy's perfectly styled hair and smiled down at him. "Good boy. We won't be doing anything intense, but if you feel uncomfortable for even a moment, say something. The safeword is important, but for this scene, even just 'wait' or 'stop' or 'hold on' will do just fine." He smiled at him again and then picked up the cock cage from the table. "I believe this was one of the items in your eggs. Go ahead and strip for me."

Owen

The blonde beamed at Adam as he was praised. Even for the slightest thing being referred to as a 'good boy' never seemed to lose its punch. Every time the boy heard it, he felt a fluster of butterflies erupt in his gut. It was becoming clearer by the day that Owen had been marked appropriately and that knowledge only made him excited to learn more and continue to please. Owen watched Adam pick up a device from the table and quirked his brow inquisitively before letting out a little giggle. "Wow, I feel so silly. I was imagining like...a full-size human cage. That looks much less scary." Owen breathed a sigh of relief and nodded. "Of course, sir." With that he stood and pulled off his hoodie, revealing his impressive physique. Next came his shorts and underwear. After discarding his garments he returned to his knees, and looked on at Adam in anticipation for what was to come.

Adam

Adam chuckled and shook his head. "I mean... did it just say 'cage?' Because then I guess it was open to interpretation, and we could have used any kind of cage we wanted. I assumed it meant a cock cage." He gestured with the contraption as he watched Owen strip. He was definitely attractive, that was for sure. Not that Adam hadn't noticed that already, but with his clothes off, it was obvious that Owen worked out and was proud of his body. "You look fun," he said more quietly as he moved towards Owen. He trailed his fingers up Owen's abs, then tweaked one of his nipples to see if he reacted. "Lean back against the table for me so I can put this on you. It may be slightly uncomfortable, but it shouldn't be painful. If it pinches or squeezes, say something right away." It looked big enough, but of course you didn't want a cock cage to be too big, either, and move around. If this one wasn't right, though, there were other sizes in the cabinet, he'd just go get a different one. That was the perk of doing this in the practice rooms. All the equipment they could want.

Owen

Smirking slightly at Adam's comment, a slight blush flooded Owen's cheeks. "Mmm, so do you, sir..." Owen bit his lip and allowed himself to take Adam in visually the way he was taking the blonde in. He was the pure definition of tall, dark and handsome - it was actually quite unfair. "...but I suppose now's not the appropriate time to get all flirty, huh? I'll save that for later." The submissive blew out a shaky breath at the feeling of Adam's finger's trailing against his skin, letting out a sharper gasp as the boy tweaked his nipple - his cock jerked reactively as well. At Adam's request, Owen leaned back and propped his hips out, putting his semi-hard member out for Adam to fasten the cage to it. Owen kept his eyes on Adam's as he explained what to do in the event of any overarching discomfort. "Yes, sir." the boy replied sweetly, with an equally sweet smile to match.(edited)

Adam

"Oh, you can get flirty whenever you want, pretty boy," Adam said with a laugh. The reaction to Adam's touch to his nipple made the Dom grin broadly. "Oh, yes, I was right. Fun. We're going to have to try sensory play with you at some point, if you react like this. Tie you to a bed and just... touch you." He punctuated the end of the phrase by leaning into Owen's space and running his hand down to Owen's cock, but not quite touching it. He knew he needed to tone it down, though, because it wouldn't do to get Owen hard and not be able to put the cage on. Adam crouched and very gently and deftly slid the metal ring over his cock and slipped his balls through it, then slid the cage attachment around his cock. "How does that feel?" he asked, looking up at Owen as he held the contraption in place, before actually securing the pieces together with the little padlock that came with it.

Owen

"I'll definitely remember that you said that, sir - your ego's about to go threw the roof with me around." Owen flirted with a wink before his voice broke out in a desperately shaky groan as Adam explained how he would play with him coupled with the feather-light touch to his cock. "Mmf... Sir." Owen panted out. "That thing's not gonna fit if you keep talking to me like that..." Clenching his jaw, Owen managed with great effort to suppress all the dirty little thoughts that Adam was putting into his head and kept his erection down enough to the cage to fit perfectly, but uncomfortably over his cock. "Oof..." Owen winced slightly at the tight fit, the chill from the metal sending an odd sensation to the sensitive skin on his genitals. "It feels....cozy, sir."

Adam

Adam laughed again and shook his head. He definitely liked Owen. He was a sweet boy, and eager to please, and didn't take things too seriously. He patted Owen's hip in a soothing gesture as he looked up at the sub. "Too snug? We can try a different one if you thing it'll be uncomfortable to wear for any length of time."

Owen

Owen looked down at his newly-caged cock and noted that there was a little room between the head of his cock and the end of the cage. "Well, I suppose that depends on the purpose of something like this, sir." The blonde looked back up at Adam inquisitively. "If I get hard it's absolutely going to be super uncomfortable, but I've never done anything like this before. Is that what's supposed to happen?"

Adam

Adam smiled softly and nodded. It sounded like it was okay, so he fitted the padlock into the slot as he answered. "It is, yeah. It's meant to prevent you from getting fully hard, and if your cock starts to try to harden, then yes, it'll definitely be uncomfortable." He pocketed the little key and stood to look Owen in the eyes. "That said, if it's too much, tell me immediately. You're not obligated to enjoy the cage. Some subs don't like chastity at all. And some-" He slid a hand over Owen's waist and down to his caged cock, very lightly tapping it. "-like the feeling of humiliation, of having their cock locked up, useless, unable to even orgasm, making them focus on their Dominant's pleasure instead."

Owen

Owen nodded in a show of his general understanding and gave Adam another bright smile. "Well, in that case - I'd definitely like to try and see it through. Focusing on your pleasure sounds like all kinds of fun, so if this is one way I can do that, I'm all for it, sir." The blonde arched into Adam's grasp and braced himself on the Dominant's arm, bringing his face in closer. "That said...how can I please you, sir?"

Adam

Adam smiled at the sub's clear display of desire. "Aren't you eager.?" He stepped back. "On your knees for me again." Adam sat on a nearby chair and beckoned Owen over to him. "Crawl over here like a good boy, and show me just how much you want to worship my cock."

Owen

Owen flushed once more at Adam's observation of his own eagerness. The blonde had a reputation back home and probably at the institute already for being a bit boy-crazy. He was a flirt at heart and had a terrible time controlling himself around boys he was attracted to. Adam naturally fit the bill for someone he'd be more than boy-crazy over, nevertheless...it was still a bit embarrassing to the blonde hearing recognition of it - especially when it was said with such, devastatingly sexy confidence and coolness. Before he completely melted into a puddle, Owen dropped to his knees obediently and smiled sheepishly as he crawled to Adam. Once at the dominant's feet, the blonde's turned his gaze to the bulge in Adam's pants and wet hit lips. "Oh, sir... I want you so badly, you have no idea." Leaning forward, he grazed his nose teasingly against the dominant's crotch. "Mmf... Please, sir. May I please worship your cock? I promise to look extra pretty for you while I do."

Adam

Oh, that lovely flush on his skin, speaking of arousal and embarrassment, that was delicious. Owen was adorable and sexy at the same time. Not everyone could pull that off, but he did it with flying colors. And his begging was spot on. For someone who apparently didn't have a lot of experience, he was acing this. Begging was a huge turn on for Adam, and it was obvious from the way the bulge at his crotch grew visibly larger. "Such a polite boy. Go ahead and take my cock out, pretty boy. You can kiss it, and touch it, but you can't have it in your mouth yet."

Owen

From his place on his knees, Owen noticed Adam responding to his begging with a lot more than his words. He had to practically suppress a squeal of delight when he noticed Adam's cock throbbed under the fabric of the man's pants. Owen beamed innocently up at the other as he gave the submissive permission to do exactly what he was positively dying to do. "Thank you very much, sir." Owen quirked his brow playfully at Adam as he reached for the zipper on his pants. Leaning his face in so that his breath continued to provide sensation for Adam against his groin as Owen worked to unzip and unbutton his pants. Pulling the waistband of Adam's underwear down and under his balls, Owen's bright blue eyes widened with excitement at the sight of the other's hardening cock in front of him. Holding it in his hand, Owen leaned in and kissed the tip lightly before trailing more kisses down and back up the shaft. "Your cock is so beautiful, sir." Owen sighed out. "Please, please may I suck you?" He gave the man his best doe-eyes and made sure to hold Adam's cock right up against his face so he that he got the arousing visual of Owen's pleading, faux-innocence, hoping it would seal the deal and earn him what he so desperately craved.

Adam

Adam put a hand on Owen's head, threading his fingers through his hair, not controlling his movements at all, just because he wanted to touch the boy. Owen's excitement was infectious, and he felt his cock twitch when the sub finally freed it. The light touches of his lips felt like being teased, in the best way. "Such a good boy," he murmured. "I like hearing you beg for the chance to please me. Go ahead, show me how good you can be. You can suck me."

Owen

When Adam's fingers ran through his hair, Owen couldn't help but groan - it was one of his weaknesses. It was so comforting and intimate and at the same time, it made him feel especially submissive. At least, that's what he knew the feeling to be now, after a few weeks of studying. Before the institute, he just knew he enjoyed being roughed around in bed, but now that enjoyment had a name, and he was doing all he could to experience it over and over again. With that enjoyment, though - came arousal - which was precarious in his current state. As Adam's fingers ran through his blonde strands, Owen's cock gave a start against it's metal confines. The blonde winced at the unexpected sensation but did his best to allow the discomfort to work itself out. "Thank you, sir." Owen rasped out and eagerly took the head of Adam's cock between his lips. Expertly, Owen coated Adam's cock with saliva, gave it a few pumps and brought it back out of his mouth with a 'pop' a trail of precum connected Adam's cock to Owen's wet lips. "You taste so, so good, sir. Fuck." Owen wasn't one for obscenities, but this circumstance deemed them more than necessary. Owen went back to Adam's cock now that it was properly lubricated with precum and Owen's saliva and began to suck at a much more eager pace. All pretense of teasing had been dropped.

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Despite Owen's assertion that he was new to this, he was very obviously not new to the concept of a blow job. He knew exactly what he was doing with that gorgeous mouth of his. Adam groaned softly as Owen's tongue slid over a particularly sensitive spot. "Your mouth should be illegal," he breathed. His fingers tightened in Owen's hair and he tugged a bit, not enough to move him at all, just to make him feel it for a second before Adam loosened his grip again.

Owen

Owen had Adam's cock in his hand and was playfully slapping it against his tongue when the Dominant made the comment about his talented mouth. Smirking, Owen chuckled under his breath and took Adam back into his mouth. This time - as a way to further assert Adam's point - taking his entire length down his throat without so much as a slight gag. Owen was well aware of his faults and he was even more crisply aware of his capabilities. His talent for making a man absolutely lose himself sexually was one that the blonde treasured above most of his other skills. Letting out a desperate little whine against Adam's cock when the other gave his hair a good tug, Owen popped his cock out of his mouth again and panted out for air. "Sir... I want to worship the rest of you..." He pouted up at Adam innocently. "You have too many clothes on."

Adam

Adam groaned low in his throat when Owen swallowed him down entirely. "Fuck, boy..." He was very good at that, clearly practiced, and clearly well aware of just how good he was. Adam could see the confidence in his eyes, the playful way he pleasured Adam. In another scene, Adam might have made the sub beg more for him to take off his clothes, but he was impressed with Owen, and right now, he just wanted to give the boy what he wanted. "Then take them off for me," he said with a teasing smile.

Owen

Owen's face lit up when received permission to remove Adam's clothes. A brief concern about how his caged-cock would fare when he took of an insanely hot guy's clothes did cross his mind, but his desire trumped his logic and he sat up to begin unbuttoning Adam's shirt. Wetting his lips as each patch of skin was revealing Owen's disrobing became a bit more frantic. Finally, Adam's shirt was unbuttoned entirely, exposing a stunning expanse of musculature and anatomical perfection. Sighing out dreamily, Owen leaned in and lick a strip from the very base of Adam's cock, up his chiseled abdomen, to his chest and finally to his neck. Taking in the scent of a cologne he might've been wearing Owen sighed once more. "You're absolutely gorgeous, sir. I feel so lucky to be your good boy right now."April 19, 2020

Adam

Adam didn't often indulge in this kind of Dominance, where he did very little and the submissive did all the work, but it was fun for a change of pace. He sat there smirking, watching Owen slowly unbutton his shirt, and moved cooperatively when Owen pulled it off of him. God, this boy had really found that corner between adorable and sexy and built his whole home there. "You are lucky," Adam said, teasing. "And you are a good boy. A very good boy." He tugged on Owen's hair again, pulling him back a bit so Adam could look him up and down. "How's that cock of yours doing? Is it sad about being locked up and useless?"

Owen

"Uhhnf." Owen groaned out as Adam tugged on his hair once more, sending an immediate jolt of arousal to his cock, forcing it to harden painfully against the cage it was confined to. "V-Very sad, sir." Owen whimpered out. Pouting out his bottom lip in a crude display of faux-innocence, Owen raked his hands back down Adam's body and started to use both of them to jack the Dominant's cock over his face which, positioned just below Adam's arousal was the picture of submissive desperation.

Adam

Adam grinned when Owen agreed with him in that precious whimper. Whining and whimpering were right up there with begging to him. "Your poor little cock, all locked away where you can't have any fun." He hummed softly, enjoying the way Owen kept his attention on Adam's body and cock. He was a really good boy. "I'll make you a deal, pretty boy. I'll let your cock out to play, but you see, a good sub like you isn't allowed to play with his own dick. I decide if it gets played with or not. So if I let your sad, lonely cock out to play, then I'm going to tie your hands behind your back to make sure you behave. What do you think? Do you want the deal?"

Owen

The blonde listened to Adam's explanation quietly, occasionally pressing his lips against the other's cock as he did so. Owen perked up when the final deal was offered and smiled warmly up at Adam. "Oh, yes sir. That sounds like a good deal to me. Besides..." Owen lapped playfully at Adam's cock, slapping it against his tongue. "...tying up my hands certainly won't keep me from giving /you/ pleasure, sir - which is my main concern, of course." Owen's blue eyes honed in on the head of Adam's cock as he spoke. "I bet I could get you to cum with just my mouth, sir - no hands needed. So, yeah - please tie me up and let me suck your beautiful cock some more..." Wetting his mouth once more, Owen took Adam's member down his throat once more, relishing in the crude, slurping noises he made as his own saliva mixed erotically with the precum that dripped from and coated the rest of Adam's cock in the process. Popping off once more, Owen giggled and slapped it against his cheek, leaving a smear of arousal on his porcelain cheek. "You're making such a mess, sir..." Owen said with a playful wink.(edited)

Adam

"That's right, that's a good boy. My cock is more important than yours, and you're lucky I'm letting yours out at all." He grinned at the boy, enjoying the way he seemed to be reacting positively to the mild verbal humiliation Adam was introducing him to. He seemed delighted, and the humiliating talk seemed to only make him more submissive and eager, if such a thing was even possible. Adam sighed in pleasure as Owen started to suck his cock again, but when the boy pulled off, Adam lightly shoved his head away, a playful gesture. "Go get me that rope from the table, boy. And then come and turn around so I can tie your hands behind your back."

Owen

"You got it, sir." Owen stated cutely and rose to his feet a little clumsily. He turned around and walked as swiftly as he could to the table at the opposite end of the practice room. Once there he took a brief moment to scan over all the instruments that were there; dildo's, cuffs, whips, chains - the whole nine yards. He ran his hands over the cool metal of the wrist-cuffs and sighed. It was still insane to him that he was actually here, learning how to be submissive. Without hesitating any further he reached for the rope and pivoted back towards Adam, who sat there looking as devastatingly handsome as ever. Smiling softly at the Dominant, Owen placed the bundled rope on his lap, turned around and put his hands obediently behind his back as he waited for Adam to bind his wrists.(edited)

Adam

Adam watched Owen, noting with interest the way he looked over the rest of the toys on display. The boy looked not just curious, but wistful. Adam would have to get him back down here and try some more of those items on him. When Owen returned, Adam sent him a smile and took the rope from him. "Good boy. So very obedient." He took the opportunity to pat and squeeze Owen's ass before he started to unravel the bundle of rope. He wasn't planning anything fancy, so it was quick work to tie Owen's wrists together at the small of his back. He turned the boy around with a hand on his hip, the other hand fishing the little key out of his pocket. "Here you go," he said as he unlocked the cage and slipped it off. "Your poor cock can come out to play." He stroked it once, then played with the head for a moment. "But you don't get to cum until you've served your purpose. What are you here for, pretty boy?"

Owen

Beaming at the praise Adam showered him with, the blonde bit his lip slightly, arching his back as the Dominant took the opportunity to squeeze his ass. He considered whining and begging to be touched down there more but he thought better of it and decided that Adam's pleasure was paramount in this moment - if he was good, his own relief would come soon enough. Sighing with relief when Adam unlcoked the cage, the blonde cock immediately stood at attention while the other man toyed with it, making Owen squirm desperately on his knees. "Thank you, sir. It feel so much better." He gasped out gratefully, his lips parting slightly. "Mmf, I'm here to serve you, sir. You're my purpose. Your pleasure is my purpose. I'm here to worship you and your cock like the good, pretty boy I am." He answered readily and leaned forward, bringing his lips just centimeter's from the flushed head of Adam's cock. Looking up at Adam, he quirked a playful smile. "Do I look pretty down here with your cock over my face, sir?"

Adam

"That's right, good boy," Adam praised, very pleased with Owen's answer. "You're here to serve my pleasure and worship my cock. Not for your pleasure or your orgasm, if I decide to give you one." He ran his fingers through Owen's hair again as the boy knelt in front of him, the picture of obedience. "You look pretty wherever you are," he answered with a chuckle. "But with my cock next to your lips, you just look like you haven't quite gotten your lips where they belong."

Owen

"Right, sir." Owen responded obediently. The blonde flushed a bright shade of pink when Adam noted that he looked pretty regardless of the setting. His bashfulness faded quickly, though - as he was reminded of his purpose for the moment. Nodding dutifully, Owen forwent all teasing and took Adam's cock back into his mouth. He was clumsier now without his hands to stabilize himself - but after a moment of sloppy attempts, making an even worse mess around his slightly swollen lips, he found a rhythm and began to suck at Adam's cock with a renewed fervor, all the while keeping his eyes innocently locked with the other man's.

HEADCANNON FOR THE REST:

After orally servicing Adam some more, the scene moved to involve some light impact play with a crop until the dominant was pleased. Shortly after, the scene ended and Owen was administered proper aftercare.

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jessiewre · 4 years

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Day 36

Sun 9th Feb - Safari Day🦒🐆🦁🐒🐗🦛🦓🌳🌲

OMG SAFARI IN MASAI MARA DAY.

Excited...

We'd decided to go for the packed lunch only option so no breakfast to start. It was a risky one but we packed a few snacks for emergencies (an old banana mmm yum, some peanut butter).

Got into our shared safari vehicle with Joffrey our Masai guide plus a couple and their 7 year old daughter. We only had a 3km drive to the park entrance and we were soon in Masai Mara park, what a dream. However, we started to realise that the little girls huge enthusiasm for nature had the strong potential to become rather irritating. Every time she saw a living creature she would go nuts. Like, any living creature. She would squeal (not recommended on safari by the way as apparently wild animals have ears) and she would say the name of the animal repeatedly.

Literally, she saw a vulture, I mean, we ALL saw the vulture, and she was like

‘Vulture! Vulture! Vulture! Vulture! VULTURE!’.

Then we saw some VERY boring birds.

‘Oh look, there’s GUINEA FOWL! THEY ARE SO CUUUUUTE ooooohhhhhh GUINEA FOWL! GUINEA FOWL! HI THERE GUINEA FOWL! ’

Whenever we saw a warthog, which was maybe 100 times, she jumped up and down shouting ‘Pumba! Pumba! I SEE A PUMBA!!’

Phil looked at me with a very straight face and I’m certain if he’d seen a lion at that moment he’d have thrown her out of the jeep.

BUUUUUTT, eventually her OTT squealing calmed and she became a bearable human being to be around.

We chatted to the parents who were really nice and were on holiday from living in Doha, which from their description, sounds like one of the last places we’d want to live. But each to their own.

We spotted so many things, but the morning highlight was went Joffrey spotted a white dot in the far distance. Yes the white dot cat was a rare type of cat that only has two lets OK FINE only joking. So yeah, we could kind of see this dot, then it disappeared. We waited around and looked through the binoculars, then Joffrey decided to head closer in our vehicle. We reached the dot and somehow ended up about 1 metre away from an ACTUAL cheetah, sat casually next to a tree like a normal cat, pretty much posing for us. Then it just rolled around on its back playfully. Was AMAZING! 😬

Then we saw a mother cheetah with her 3 grown up cubs having a cheeky sleep in the sun. We then saw a massive sleeping male lion tucked hidden behind some bushes!

We had a morning tea & biscuits break under a nice tree where we all got out of the car to stretch our legs (and pee behind the car) taking care to keep a watch out for animals (seemed a little dicey to me but Joffrey was super chill about it so everyone pretended they were too) then 12:30 was lunch (not a moment too soon). Again, it was under a tree but this time we sat on some Masai blankets (uh, in a park with big cats - don’t ask) and had spaghetti noodles, eggs, biscuits, oranges and juice. Joffrey said he could see some hyenas nearby but that we could see them after lunch - how nice of him. If they didn’t come over to eat us before we’d finished that is (a clan of hyenas can devour a whole zebra including bones leaving NO TRACE within 30 minutes).

The afternoon was when we looked for lions mainly, but saw tons of other stuff as we drove. Phil and I had the best seats in the front but boy, was it blasting heat on us. So we used our Masai blankets to creat cloak / hammocks as we stood up through the roof hatch getting toasted. we only bashed our sides a few thousand times as we bumped along. My hat completely flew off and I’m not sure if we were in a dangerous spot, but even Joffrey wouldn’t get out to retrieve it. I managed to open the door and ingeniously swipe it up with my foot so the little girl could catch it. She was growing on me now, she certainly had her uses.

Right at the end, we finally saw female lions! Unfortunately we were quite far away but was cool anyway of course. Joffrey said if the rangers weren’t there at that moment, he could have driven closer, but had to be careful incase they decided to tell him off. The rangers decided to drive up to our vehicle the moment we spotted the lions to ask for everyone’s tickets as a random inspection.

MATE WE ARE TRYING TO LOOK AT ACTUAL LIONS.

Was so annoying, especially as we couldn’t find them for ages..

All in all, we saw:

6 cheetahs

Elephants with baby elephants

Giraffes

Buffalos

Ostriches

Pumba warthogs

Topi

Gazelle

Jackel

Wildebeest

Hippos

Male sleeping lion

Female lions chilling under bushes

Hyenas

100 year old Tortoise (spotted by the little girl, credit to her)

And after 10 hours of intense African sun, we headed back.

As we drove through the little town by the entrance, the kids shouted ‘Packed lunch!’ and held their hands out. So the little girl handed out all of our spare food of biscuits and snacks, even the biscuits she LOVED and had put aside for herself. Was sweet.

We stopped off to buy some bits as had made the tough decision to make our own breakfast the next day (I know, absolute heroes) so I bought a couple of avocados for 10p each.

Came back to the vehicle proudly to show everyone my purchase and it turned out the avocados I’d bought were actually MANGOS so I went back to find a different shop for avocado hunt take 2! Found one ripe one PHEW our breakfast was saved, white middle class crisis over thank GOD.

Phil bought 4 eggs and some bread and we were good to go ‪for breakfast tomorrow‬ - saving 18.50$ in the process. All the food we bought cost $1.50.

After the dust and sweat of safari life (I’m not complaining tho) the awesome shower was very welcome and then straight onto dinner.

Back to Jessie’s food diary.

That dinner was SO GOOD. We had a DELICIOUS dinner of a vege spring roll starter, onion quiche, dauphinoise potatoes and green beans main, and then a choc cake with cream dessert.

We chatted to the family some more - James from UK & Larissa from Mexico & the little girl Liloosh - and we had totally changed our mind about the little girl. Her biggest crime was her enthusiasm and actually she’d not complained once throughout the whole safari. She wanted to be a vet and loved animals more than anything (she even got excited about the field mice that were by the camp gate when we’d arrived back) and was a really sweet girl who loved drawing. Felt bad for imagining her as lion food...

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easy-p-lemon · 6 years

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Family Day

A/N: Anon said:

hi! i can’t believe that was your first piece - it was so so so good and had me all in my feels 🙈 can i request an imagine with protective dad!shawn where you’re out with him and your twin daughters but the paparazzi keep getting in your way and the flashing lights scare the girls

Thank you for the kind words!! Here you go, hope you like it! If you haven’t read it yet Forever and Ever was what Anon was talking about :)

(the picture is slightly irrelevant, but oh boy that man is beautiful)

“Babe stop staring at me” Shawn whispered, keeping his eyes closed.

“But you’re so pretty” you mumbled smiling wide. You were so happy. Shawn had been away for the past two months doing a festival run, and now that you were finally able to wake up next to him, you were on cloud nine.

Shawn cracked open one eye to look at you. “Pretty? Don’t you mean ‘devilishly handsome’ or ‘irresistibly sexy’ or ‘steaming hot’ or ‘deliciously sensual’ or -”

“Nope,” you cut him off. “I meant pretty. I mean look at these curls and - ahh!”

Shawn had pushed himself off the bed to tackle you onto your back. Hovering over you, he looked as if he was about to say something before he stopped himself. He was staring at you with eyes filled with adoration, and maybe the smallest bit of lust.

“What?” you asked, smoothing your hands down his back and slipping them under the hem of his shirt to rest on his solid chest.

“God you’re gorgeous,” he sighed before leaning down to give you a deep kiss. Pulling away, he started planting wet kisses across your jaw and down the column of your neck. You let out a soft moan.

“I’ve missed those moans,” he spoke against your skin, continuing his assault.

“Shawn the girls,” you gasped out as he touched his lips to the spot behind your ear.

“Mmm I’ve missed you,” his hands slip up and under your shirt “so much.” His hands continue to wander, paying special attention the spots that make you gasp; spots that he’s memorized after years of exploration.

“Shawn” you pant out - all thoughts of asking him to stop slipping further from your mind “Oh that feels good.”

His lips find their way back to yours, and just as you give up on fighting him, your door flies open and the sound of little feet start racing up to jump on the bed.

Delilah Marie and Elliana Claire were your 4 year old twin girls. The identical pair was inseparable, always getting into trouble together, but while they shared the same DNA the two girls were night and day. Delilah had a habit of not thinking much before acting on her impulse. The stubborn girl seemed determined to stir up trouble and always made sure her voice could be heard. She loved her dad so much, but she wanted to be just like you. She loved walking around in your heels and coloring next to you whenever your brought home work so that she was able to work with you too.

Elliana, on the other hand, was very quiet. She was the sweetest little girl and very go-with-the-flow. She always thought hard before doing something, and would often scrunch up her little nose when her sister did something she shouldn’t have. And while Delilah wanted to be a mini-y/n, Elliana was the definition of a daddy’s girl. She would always cuddle into his side whenever she could, and loved to watch him on stage.

And Shawn was the biggest fan for both of the girls. He adored spending time with them and would give them the world if they asked.

“Good MORNING mummy!! Good morning daddy!! Wake up!” Delilah yelled as she flopped onto Shawn’s back.

Shawn sent you an apologetic smile before fixing your shirt and placing a quick kiss on your cheek. He whispered “later” into your ear and sent you a wink before turning around to address the girl on his back.

“And what do you think you’re doing Miss. Lilah?” he questioned, before playfully tossing the girl onto the bed and tickling her sides. Delilah squealed, giggling out “Stop it!” and “I surrender!” between belly laughs.

Elliana climbed onto your side of the bed and cuddled into your chest, watching as Shawn stopped his tickle attack and blew a raspberry onto her sister’s cheek. Elliana let out a small giggle, causing Shawn to whip his head around and squint his eyes at the girl on your chest.

“What’s so funny over there little Ellie?” he placed a few raspberries on her tummy, forcing the girl to let out another soft giggle. Lifting his head, he was all smiles as he laid back down between his two girls.

Ellie climbed off you and on to her dad’s chest, kissing him on the cheek and whispering a soft “good morning,” before laying back down.

“Good morning my two angels,” Shawn sat up on the against the headboard so he could see both his girls. “What do you want to do today?”

“BEACH!” Delilah screamed, bouncing up and down on her knees.

“Lilah, don’t scream baby. We’re all right here,” you reminded her.

Shawn looked to Ellie, “What about you honey? Do you want to go to the beach too?” he asked, rubbing circles on her back.

With big eyes she looked up at him, “Can we get ice cream?”

Shawn let out a small chuckle. “Sure babygirl, we’ll get some ice cream on the way home.

It took a while, but by 11 o’clock you had gotten the girls dressed and ready, packed lunches and a bag with spare clothes and gotten ready yourself. You walked to the door to see Shawn kneeling in front of Delilah with Ellie on his back. Delilah had her arms crossed and hip stuck out (a pose Shawn said she learned from you) as she stated “No daddy. I will not wear sunscreen. It’s sticky and gross and, and ... I don’t like it.”

Shawn let out a sigh and calmly explained “Lilah if you don’t put on sunblock, your skin will get all red and it will hurt. You don’t want to hurt later, do you?”

“I won’t,” Delilah insisted. “I’m four now.”

Shawn smiled at that. “You know, mummy wears sunblock,” he mentioned, raising an eyebrow.

This made the little girl pause. She turned and looked up at you with questioning eyes, “Do you?”

You took the sunblock from Shawn’s hand and squirted some on to your palm, crouching down to her level. “Sure do baby. Come on, let me put some on those cute little cheeks.”

Satisfied, she moved closer and let you put the sunblock on. Once you were all done, Shawn stood up and let Elliana back to the floor. He looked back and forth between the twins before saying “Race you to the car!”

Both girls started laughing and took off down the driveway, Shawn barely jogging behind them. You laughed outright at the adorable race and went to catch up.

Once you were all set up with your blankets, chairs and umbrella, the girls took off to play in the water. You’d already been to the beach multiple times before, so they knew that as long as they stayed together and could see mommy and daddy they could go in the water by themselves. They only played in the shallow end, and you and Shawn picked a spot close to the water to keep an eye on them.

You pulled the sunblock out of your bag and Shawn promptly swiped it from your hands. You raised your eyebrows at him and he responded with a cheeky grin.

“Let me help you put this on Mrs. Mendes,” he said, kneeling next to you.

Laughing you shook your head. “Smooth, Mr. Mendes. But I already put some on at the house, I was going to tell you to put some on because after being married 5 years I know you like to pretend you don’t need it only to be red as a lobster after one hour.”

Shawn tossed the sunblock to the sand next to your feet. “Mrs. Mendes I’ll have you know I already put on sunblock, so you can put that bottle back in your bag and apologize.”

“You did?” you raised an eyebrow.

Shawn let out a small huff and rolled his eyes. “Yes. Ellie helped me. Now, say you’re sorry for doubting your sexy husband and admit that you were wrong.” He leaned in so close you could feel his breath fan across your face. He had a straight face but his eyes were dancing with laughter.

You leaned in too and planted a soft kiss on his lips. Pulling away so your noses are touching you whisper, “I’’m sorry -” another kiss “to my” kiss “sexy” kiss “husband. I was wrong.”

You go to pull away, but he slides his hand up to cup the back of your head and pulls in for one final promising kiss.

“You’re forgiven,” he pulls away with a big smile on his face and you can’t help but smile back. He gets a glint in his eye and it seems as though he’s going to say something, but the girls walk over and ask for Shawn to help them build sand castles.

“See,” Ellie held out her hands cupping seashells, “We even found pretty shells!”

“Well if you found pretty shells the we have to make a sand castle,” Shawn agrees.

You pull out your book while they get to work and the next couple hours pass quickly. After making a sand castle everyone takes a break for lunch and then the girls are practically dragging Shawn into the water.

The afternoon is filled with laughs and splashes from everyone. Only a few fans stop and ask Shawn for a picture (to which he kindly agrees) but for the most part the small family is left to enjoy themselves. By 2 o’clock the girls have crashed and are sitting on the blanket with drooping eyes.

“Time for a nap you two?” you ask, smoothing the hair from Ellie’s half lidded eyes.

“But -” Ellie yawns “What about ice cream?”

Her sister sits up from her spot in Shawn’s lap. “Yeah,” Delilah argues, turning to look at Shawn, “You promised.” She gives him a small pout.

“You guys sure? We can go tomorrow,” he looks back and forth between the two twins.

“We can go now! Right Ellie?” Delilah turns to her sister.

“Yeah!” Elliana gives her sister a small nod back. Then she looks up at Shawn. “Please?”

You can almost see Shawn’s heart melting. “As long as mummy’s okay with it,” Shawn looks to you, always making sure you parent as a team.

You now have three identical pairs of eyes staring at you.

“Oh alright,” you give in “but its nap time as soon as we get home.”

The ice cream shop is only a block away from where you parked, so after you bring everything back to the car you decide to walk to the small parlor. Ellie sits on Shawn’s shoulders while Delilah walks between you and Shawn, holding both of your hands while you guys sometimes swing her back and forth, making her erupt in giggles.

When you walk inside you see that the place isn’t too busy, and everyone quickly gets their ice creams. The girls pick a table by the window and you and Shawn sit with your back to the door. After everyone finishes the cold treat, Ellie points to the glass doors behind you.

“Look daddy, that’s a lot of people.”

You and Shawn turn to see a mob of people outside the ice cream shop. You look to each other, confused, before looking back and noticing that almost all the people were carrying cameras.

Shawn’s eyes go wide and he runs a had through his hair. “Fuck,” he mutters to himself. “Fuck.”

You and Shawn have worked really hard to keep the girls out of the limelight. Shawn will talk about them in interviews and sometimes you’ll share a picture of them on social media, but for the most part you like to keep your private life private. You both agreed the girls deserved a normal life. To them, Shawn was just their dad - not a pop star.

Delilah looked to her dad. “What are all those people doing daddy?”

Shawn instantly put a fake smile on his face. “You know how sometimes people ask to take pictures with me?”

“Oh yea! Like those nice girls on the beach?!”

“Yeah just like that. Well these people just want a picture with me.”

“Oh. Well why are they outside then?” Delilah furrowed her eyebrows, confused.

“Maybe they don’t like ice cream,” Elliana suggested. At that the two girls broke into giggles.

Shawn looked back over his shoulder and turned to face you. “What do we do? Should we stay here and see if they go away? Oh god I don’t want to take the girls out in that. Oh shit. But I think the crowd is growing. Ugh fuck. I’m sorry I-”

“Shawn,” you interrupted him “First off, stop dropping f-bombs the girls are right there. Second you have nothing to apologize for. You couldn’t have known this would happen. We’ve had a great day so far and I refuse to let this ruin it.”

He ran a hand through his hair, going into problem solving mode. “You’re right, you’re right. Okay. Well, um, let’s go then. I’ll go out first. And then a few minutes later you follow with the girls. Maybe that way they’ll stay out of your way. I’ll meet you at the car.”

You didn’t like the thought of leaving him with that group alone. Normally he’d have security with him. “Babe, I don’t want to leave you alone -”

“Y/n I’ll be fine. It’s more important to me that you and the girls are okay.”

You were still unhappy and it must have shown on your face. Shawn leaned in and gave you a kiss. “I’ll meet you at the car - I promise.”

You let out a sigh, knowing he was right. “Ok fine,” you mumbled.

Shawn gave you a small smile then turned to the twins who were laughing to themselves. His smile grew a little more. “Ok girls. I’m going to go out and take some pictures, you’ll leave with mummy in a few minutes and I’ll meet you at the car, okay?”

“Ok!” the girls said in unison, prompting more giggles.

Shawn gave you one more kiss and then left. When the door opened you could hear calls of his name and saw bright flashes go off. Then the door closed behind him and it went quiet again.

You let the girls play around a little more and took the next few minutes to collect yourself. After waiting a little longer, you told the girls it was time to go and walked out the door, Elliana’s hand in your left hand, and Delilah’s in your right.

As soon as you stepped foot out the door, you noticed your plan didn’t work. You hadn’t allowed enough time for Shawn to draw the paparazzi away from the door, so now you stood behind Shawn with the girls, surrounded by cameras. As soon as you stepped out the door you heard calls directed towards you and the twins.

“Hey y/n over here!”

“Y/n how’s the family?”

“Are those your daughters?”

“Look over here!”

You’ve always hated crowds, and you could feel a panic attack coming but when you felt the girls latch on to your legs, your entire focus shifted. They had never been in this big of a crowd before and they were terrified. Delilah was crying and Elliana was shaking. Shawn immediately noticed you three and was over in a second. He picked up Elliana and she clung to him. You picked up Delilah and whispered soothing words while she wrapped her small arms around your neck.

Shawn kept one arm wrapped tightly around Elliana and put his free hand on your lower back. He started leading you through the sea of people. At this point, both girls were crying and the paps were showing no signs of going away. You began the walk down the block and it felt much longer than the when you walked to the ice cream shop.

You were trying your best to calm Delilah down, but she was scared, same goes with her sister. Shawn was increasingly losing his patience and was growing more and more frustrated with the cameras. He kept asking them to leave as politely as he could. It wasn’t until one of the guys reached a hand out that he snapped.

A skinny guy with a mustache reached a hand out and grabbed on to Elliana’s arm. He tugged a little and Elliana cried out. “Daddy he’s hurting me!”

Shawn lost it. He turned on the man, forcing Ellie out of his grasp, and punched him in the face, almost knocking the man over.

“Don’t you DARE touch my daughter!” he practically growled out. You’d never seen your husband so mad. Pure fury was written across his face. But Shawn wasn’t done. He turned back to the rest and spit out, “Get the fuck away from us. ALL OF YOU.”

All of the men were stunned into silence. Even the girls stopped crying and paused, unsure of what their dad was doing. He gently grabbed your arm this time and pushed the four of you the few feet left to the car. No one followed you.

You both quickly buckled the girls in and then you hopped in the front. Shawn swiftly pulled away from the curb and drove back towards your house. You turned in your chair to turn back to the girls.

“You okay loves?” you looked back and forth between them both.

“I’m tired,” Ellie whispered. Delilah nodded in agreement, letting out a yawn before looking at you with big eyes, “The mean guys aren’t going to follow us home right?”

“Mummy I was scared,” Ellie added.

You put a hand on her knee. “No baby, you’re safe now. You’re both safe now. Sleep girls. I’ll wake you up when we get home so you can take a bath.”

They just nodded and closed their eyes, drained from the energy the afternoon had required.

You turned in your seat and looked to your husband. His grip was tight on the wheel and his eyes were laser focused on the road. His mouth was set in a tight line, and you could see the tension flowing through his body. You placed a hand on his knee and opened your mouth to say something, but he cut you off.

“Not right now y/n.” You closed your mouth. “I just need a second. I don’t want to take my frustration with those assholes out on you.”

You just nodded. You understood where he was coming from. When you saw that man touch your daughter the only stopping you from going mama bear on his ass was the fact the Delilah was still whimpering in your ear. But now that the adrenaline had left your body, you were just relieved the whole thing was behind you.

The rest of the car ride was silent. And when you finally pulled into the driveway you let out a sigh of relief. Shawn took Ellie in and you took Lilah, both of you deciding to leave the beach stuff for tomorrow. You hated having to wake the girls, but you wanted to wash the salt and sand off their body. Shawn started a bath while you gently woke up both girls. With his help, you got them both washed up and ready for a nap rather quickly. You tucked both of the girls in, and as soon as their heads hit the pillow they fell asleep. You went to go take a shower, but Shawn stayed in the girls room, not feeling comfortable leaving them alone yet.

You had just gotten in the shower when Shawn opened the door to the bathroom. Without saying a word he stripped his clothes off and joined you in the shower. He wrapped his arms around your waist and tucked his head in your neck, hands easing up and down your back.

There was nothing sexual about the actions, he simply needed comfort. You turned around so that Shawn was under the water, still saying nothing. He unraveled himself from your body when you ran the bar of soap over his chest and washed the shampoo out of his hair.

After you were both clean, you both dried off and got in your pajamas. Even though it was only three in the afternoon, you both crawled into bed and cuddled into each other. You both laid their silently, just comforting each other, when Shawn spoke first.

“I’m so sorry,” his voice was muffled by your hair.

“Baby don’t apologize,” you hushed him.

“No, y/n, this was my fault. Did you see how scared Delilah was? Or Ellie’s face when that son of a bitch touched her? Y/n if something had happened to her -”

“But Shawn,” you cut him off, “nothing happened. It’s okay. Yes they caught us by surprise and gave us a little scare -”

“Oh my gosh are you okay?” Shawn cut you off this time.

“Yea, of course.”

“I was so occupied with Ellie that I totally forgot to check in with you. I know that you hate crowds and when I had turned to make sure you were ok the guy grabbed her. I left you alone even when I knew you were scared. I’m so sorry. I’m a terrible husband and an even worse father.”

You patiently waited for him to stop rambling, knowing that he had to say how he was feeling. Once it seemed like he was done, you lifted his chin and planted a soft kiss on his forehead, then nose, followed by both his cheeks and finally his lips.

“None of that. I will not have you talk bad about the love of my life. You are an amazing father. You can’t prevent the girls from every getting scared, but you can make sure that they know you are a safe place and that’s exactly what you did. The girls knew once we saw you that they would be ok. And you are a fantastic husband. If you had ignored Elliana to focus on me, you wouldn’t be the man I married. Ellie should come first. Always. Shawn I’m ok, the girls are ok and you are ok.”

“I’m mad we ruined our family day,” he retorted, sounding defeated.

“You didn’t ruin our family day babe. The girls had a blast at the beach and I did too. Even the ice cream was delicious. We ended on a sour note, but it didn’t ruin our whole day. Once the girls wake up, we can have a night in and a movie on the couch. How does that sound?”

Shawn looked at you with utter love in his eyes. He gently pushed you off his chest and onto the bed so that he was hovering over you. “What did I do to deserve you?” He gave you a kiss. “God I love you y/n. So so so much.” He gave you another kiss, this time deepening it - only pulling away when he was out of breath. He then went on to plant kisses all over your face, making you giggle.

He pulled away with a grin. “I love you Mrs. Mendes.”

You smiled widely at that. “I love you Mr. Mendes.”

“And I love your plan, but there’s just one thing I want to add.”

You raised an eyebrow. “And what is that?”

“When the girls wake up we’ll have a night in, order pizza and watch a movie.” He paused and smirked at you. “But I estimate that we still have an hour before the girls wake up, and I’ve been thinking about you all day.” He grinded against your lap and you gasped. “So before our girls wake up, I want to make sweet, passionate love to my sexy wife.”

Your whole body lit up at his words, and you had to work to keep in a deep moan. “Oh Shawn, please.”

He smiled against your mouth and gave you a deep kiss. Needless to say, by the time the girls woke up you were both in a much better mood.

A/N: Whew, that was a long one! Thanks to the anon that sent that in, I loved the idea! I appreciate all feedback. xoxo

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Chapter 4

Leonie’s POV

Saturday night

“Coming!” I yelled as I dried off my hands on a tea towel and ran towards my front door. I was completely flustered, as I’d ran out of time. I’d spent way too long over at my parents place, trying to get some special recipe from maman - only for her to tell me to ‘be modest’ and make something simple. I then spent a while cleaning up around the house and making sure everything was in its rightful place. I hadn’t had a chance to get ready. I’d just showered, washed my hair and scrunched my curls into place.

I opened the door to find Harry in a dark blue shirt, casual jeans and some boat shoes. The colour of his shirt worked well against his hair red locks. Behind him were two big guys, dressed casually in all black. Security I’d guessed.

“Hey.” He smiled, leaning in and giving me a kiss on both cheeks. I felt my cheeks tingle slightly. The smell of his woody fragrance instantly hit my nostrils. I revelled in it for a second. I soon noticed he had a bottle of wine in one hand and some tulips in another. I wasn’t a flowers kinda girl, but the sight of them made my cheeks bruise.

“Hey,” I replied feeling completely flustered and embarrassed at the fact that I hadn’t had a chance to get ready. “Come in...” I opened the door that led into my house much wider.

“Don’t worry, they’re not staying.” He pointed to the two guys behind him. “That’s Josh and that’s Scott. They’re my protection officers.” He pointed them out. One was dark haired and about 6 ft 2 and the other was more a slimmer, 6 ft dirty blond. I imagined that they both brought different things to their role. “Guys, this is Leonie.”

We exchanged hellos and pleasantries. “Can we do a sweep of the house?” The Scott guy asked. “We’ll let ourselves out after.”

I stood unsure of what to make of his security. “Ummm... yeah sure.” I guessed they couldn’t be bad people if they were protecting a Prince. I walked into the lounge with Harry following me.

He began looking around, taking it all in. “This place looks amazing,” He complimented looking at some of the artwork on the walls. “Really warm.”

“Bet you never thought you’d see yourself in Battersea.” I teased. It wasn’t exactly a palace.

He stopped himself from getting lost in one of the paintings and chuckled. He chuckled because he knew I was right. It wasn’t the side of London he was used to. “You’ve got a really nice house.” It was a spacious recently renovated 3 bedroom, with a lovely garden. And my street was actually quite quiet.

I had chosen to live South of the River for the greenery and mash-up of cultures South London hosted. I could hide out in Clapham on a bar crawl, dance the night away in Brixton or go for a long stroll in Battersea Park, without having to go more than 15 minutes in either direction. My family had settled in Chelsea, due to the close proximity of the French embassy. The funny thing was Papa’s job had landed my family closer to Harry’s world than mine. It was no wonder he and I had never crossed paths.

“I hope you like red.” He presented the wine and flowers he still had in his hands.

I looked down at the gifts and took them off of him. “You didn’t have to... Thank you,” I motioned for him to take a seat on the sofa. “Sorry - I completely lost track of time. Haven’t even managed to get ready.” I looked down at my apron and laughed lightly. I wanted to make an effort. “I’m sorry. I look terrible.” I expressed defeated. I knew I’d had better days.

“You look cute.” He shook off my words. “And your hair looks great curly. I like it.” He smiled.

“Still damp...” I admitted. “I’ll put these away.” I held up his gifts.

“Do you need any help in there?” He got up to walk with me to the kitchen.

“No...” I fanned him off. “You’re a guest. Don’t be silly. Stay here and relax.” I went off to the kitchen. By the time I’d got there Josh and Scott let me know they’d be taking a look at the living room and then would be gone.

By the time I’d walked back into the living room I noticed Harry had taken his shoes off and lined them up by the front floor. I laughed as I looked down at his stripey blue socks. I appreciated the action. “I just noticed you don’t have any shoes on and I felt bad for having my outdoor shoes on.” He paused. “I have the same ‘no shoes’ rule at my place, and I’d hate for someone to mess up my cream carpet.” He smiled before winking at me.

He had such a cheeky smile. I wondered if he knew about how infectious it was.

I handed him a glass of wine. “Want to come over to the table? Starter’s ready.” I invited him into the dining area, which was an open space adjacent to the kitchen. He perched himself one of the chairs at the table and sat watching me. Somewhat admiring me, I felt.

We started with smoked salmon with prawns and a creamy lime vinaigrette. For our main we had slow-roast lamb shanks, carrots, and asparagus on a bed of mash.

“That was delicious. Really good,” Harry said moping up what was left on his plate. “You’re a great cook.”

“I tried.”

“Best home-cooked meal I’ve had in a while.”

“You live in a palace!” I laughed. “I’m sure you have had better dinners.” I knew he was only saying what he was to flatter me.

“We don’t have access to the kitchens all the time. It’s only Gran and Pa that have access to personal chefs.” He explained. I found it funny how the Queen of England was simply referred to as ‘Gran’. He continued on: “I had a pot noodle for dinner last night.” He pulled me a face, making me immediately laugh. “Hardly fine dining.” He took another swig of his wine. “Mmm... yeah,” He stopped to palate the wine. “...that was really good.”

I conceded to the compliment. “Thank you,” He grabbed my plate, placed it on top of his and went to the sink. “What are you doing?” I asked as I watched him. “You cooked, so I’ll wash up.” He looked around. “Just when you tell me where everything is.” He turned around to face me and smiled.

“It’s fine.” I said. “I’ll do it.”

“Honestly. I insist. If you don’t let me... I’ll-” He paused. “I’ll leave?” He laughed lightly. “I don’t want to leave, but you get my point.”

I hadn’t expected him to be so self-sufficient. I don’t know what I’d expected from him, but I certainly didn’t expect the Prince of Wales to be washing up after himself, let alone me. “Alright, alright - the dishes are all yours.” I got up from my seat and walked over to him, whilst still holding his gaze. I gently tapped his side for him to move over. I grabbed the marigolds, sponge and washing up liquid from under the sink.

“Where are all the dishes?” He looked around.

“I tidy as I go.” I smiled, looking across at him. “So there’s only those few dishes and the tray the lamb was in.”

He nodded. “Damn! You’re so tidy.”

“I should make a bit of an effort.” I took my apron off and placed it on him playfully. “Let me freshen up.” I quickly went off to my room to get changed.

I didn’t have enough time to go flown-blown ‘date night’ sexy. I settled with making myself look halfway decent. I needed to look somewhat attractive. I did actually like the guy.

I changed into a grey casual, button up top and a black A-line skirt. I didn’t bother with makeup - instead re-moisturised and put on some body luminizer. I brushed my then, almost dry hair up into a curly bun. By the time I’d walked back into the kitchen Harry was on his last dish. He almost dropped it, as he was too busy staring at my legs. “You’re glowing...” He mumbled out loud and then shook his head - I guessed he hadn’t intended to spill out his thoughts.

I chuckled at him, before posing a question. “Do you like chocolate?” I asked not realised how it sounded until I’d said it.

He smirked and nodded. “I’d be silly not to.” He licked his lips.

I went over to the fridge and pulled out some milk and dark chocolate salted caramel truffles. “Dessert?” I offered.

“Sounds good to me.” He smiled before finishing off the last dish.

We made our way to the living room to have our dessert. We paired the truffles with some port that balanced out the salty-sweet taste we got from the chocolate.

After dessert we sat around talking for a while.

“What’s that?” Harry asked picking up a red plastic circle from my coffee table. It looked to have been wedged between pages of a glossy magazine. He peered at it.

I picked it out of his hand and examined it. “Oh, it’s from Connect 4... Chrissy and I were playing the other day, guess I missed that when tidying up.”

“You have Connect 4?” He asked, his eyes going wide. He sat up on the sofa wide eyed.

My cheeks bruised. Was that sad? Does anyone play real games anymore? I answered hesitantly. “...uh, yeah.”

“I love Connect 4!” He said, surprising me. “I’m a big fan of board games. That’s all I ever played at boarding school and then in the army it’s cards and board games...”

I laughed. Not expecting that completely. “Do you want to play?”

“Sure,” He said excitedly. “I mean if you’re ready to lose!” His competitive edge came out.

“You mean if you’re ready to lose.” I nudged him. “Let me go grab it.”

We played excitedly for a three rounds, with Harry completely beating me in the first two rounds. I won the last, although I think he could see the frustration in my face and let me win. As much as he spoke the hardest about crushing me, he never gloated once he won. I then learnt that he was kind.

We sat around speaking about the most random things for a while. We hadn’t even realised how time had gone so quickly. Soon it was time for Harry to leave. Our night was ending.

“Thank you for tonight. Dinner was great. Connect 4 was good fun.” He beamed. “You’ve even got good chat.” He said cheekily. “Not just a pretty face.” We walked over to my front door.

I gasped fake-offended. “Same could be said about you, Wales.”

“No, but seriously...” He kneeled down to put his shoes back on. “I had a really great time.”

“Uh huh?” I nodded, questioning him slightly.

“Uh huh.” He repeated, answering and confirming that as a ‘yes’. He stood up and for a second I realised I had leant too far forward - we were now in each other’s personal space.

I realised we were about to have a little moment, and immediately tried to break out of it. I reached for the front door and opened it. “Glad you had a great time.”

He walked over and leaned into me. I could smell his lovely woody fragrance once again. He froze for a second staring into my eyes, before his cheeks bruised. His blue orbs grew wide with wild desire, but I couldn’t quite hold the intense gaze. My eyes fell bashfully. He took it it as a sign. He settled his right cheek against my right cheek, pecking me lightly, before kissing the other. “Thanks again, Leonie.” It seemed like he wanted to kiss me, but then decided against it - he didn’t want to push it. He rubbed the top of my shoulder affectionately, before making his way out the door.

I felt stupid at that second. “Call me.” I called after him, trying to apologise for letting my eyes fall. I felt like a little kid again. He turned to look at me and smiled widely, knowing that that was my subtle way of letting him know that I wanted to see him again soon.

“I will.” He called back, before disappearing into the sleek black Mercedes that stood waiting for him outside.

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It Was the Best of Dorms, It Was the Worst of Dorms (IzuOcha Oneshot)

Summary: There was a lot of things Izuku liked about living in the school dorms. Having fun with friends. Getting to experience new things. And most of all, spending more time with Uraraka. But there were some parts of the living situation that came to irritate him. A lack of privacy foremost among them.

Izuku’s life had become a maelstrom of eccentric teenage antics, partying and a variety explosive outbursts. But he wouldn’t have it any other way.

It had certainly taken getting used to living under the same roof as all of his classmates. The situation was foreign to all of them and navigating the various pitfalls of communal living had taken all of his brain power to manage.

There were the basic aspects that came easily enough; splitting up chores, sharing space and cooking for himself (or his classmates on a couple of occasions). It was challenging but he found the mundane task delegation fairly straightforward.

But dealing with all of the clashes of personality was a different matter entirely. He was having to interact with his classmates with even more regularity, each posing their own unique social challenge. It was one thing to be with someone in a classroom all day and then be able to retreat to home. It was another to have no escape from those people, spending every waking moment with them day in, day out.

This naturally led to quite a lot of heat and hijinks throughout the dorms as everyone got adjusted to one another. Kacchan was far more irritable than usual, forced to spend more time surrounded by the many people he despised. Arguments would break out on occasion over chores, space or some stupid comment while Iida desperately flailed trying to reestablish order. Pranks wars were waged, to which he had been the unwitting victim of on more than one occasion. The boys had to stage a life-saving intervention after Mineta struck out on his own in a panty raid after being flatly rejected for a group effort.

But Izuku had grown to appreciate the chaos and the good that came out of it. Despite the many challenges, living alongside his..his friends was surprisingly enjoyable after all the nights of his childhood spent alone in his room. Which he still did a fair amount of, but not as much now that there were the opportunities for nightly movies, games, bake-offs or something insane Mina cooked up.

“Hey, what you get for question twenty-four?” the voice of his best friend, Uraraka, penetrated his thoughts with ease. He snapped to attention at her question.

“Fifteen,” Izuku replied simply as he tried to retain his focus back on his homework. The pair were studying together late in the common room, mercifully quiet at this late hour. Izuku had taken to studying in the wide-open space when most others turned in for the night. Uraraka had ended up joining him regularly as a study-buddy. Another perk of dorm life.

“Thanks,” she replied cheerily, before breaking out into a wide yawn. There was a comfortable silence between them on nights like this, other than exchanges of help on homework. It had also taken getting used to — a part of his brain still short-circuited at the fact that he was studying with a girl. Who was so close. A girl he happened to like. A lot. As a friend, of course.

Living with Uraraka posed its own particularly confusing challenges for the boy. Like the rest of his class, he got to spend a lot more time with her, which was great. She was his best friend and every minute with her was absolutely precious.

But she confounded him like none of the others. Seeing her around the dorms had sent his heart springing into backflips on more than one occasion. When he first saw her in pink pyjamas he thought he was going to melt into a puddle on the floor from how adorable she looked. Those feelings were tricky to handle with all of the other things he was struggling to balance.

However, despite how everything around him was pandemonium, he could always lean on the quiet moments with his best friend. They had become good study buddies and the added presence on his homework nights had brought him a surprising amount of peace.

Izuku yawned, stretching out on the common room couch and digging into it the cushions in pursuit of more comfort. He stuck his nose in his book and tried to focus on the questions again. But his thoughts kept wandering. It was all so exhausting...

“Am I losing you, Deku?”

“..Wha?” Izuku lifted his out of his nose out of his book so have his vision filled with Uraraka’s adorable visage. She was...close. Too close.

“You getting sleepy?”

“No...no!” Izuku stammered before retreating his head further into the cushions. His face felt too warm. “Just...just taking a break is all.”

“Well, heroics was pretty tough today,” Uraraka noted, cheeks looking just a little redder around the edges. She returned back to her books spreads out across the table. “Want to turn it in early?”

“Maybe, but let me just get through these last few questions,” Izuku said determinedly, summoning forth a little more energy. He had a schedule to keep; he didn’t want to have to go to bed before finishing.

“That’s just like you Deku,” Uraraka spoke with fondness. “Alright, we’ll get through this!” she pumped a fist in the air with the fiery enthusiasm that Izuku adored. But her posture fell as she looked back down at her homework. “Somehow….”

Izuku chuckled at her oscillating emotion. “Definitely. Let me know if you need any more help.”

“Will do,” she replied, silence wrapping around them once more.

After a few minutes, he noticed Ochako started to fidget a lot, a look of discomfort and….nervousness?...stretching across her face. Not a look he liked.

“You okay there?” he asked, causing Ochako to pause for a moment.

“Oh, I’m…” she interrupted herself with a wide yawn, followed by rumbling groan. “It’s a little uncomfortable down here at this point and number 29 is really annoying.”

“Well, why don’t you come sit up here then?” Izuku immediately shuffled his legs and got into a sitting position, moving his notes to make more room on the couch.

“It’s….” Ochako sounded unsure, but as she looked up at him she interrupted herself. He wasn’t sure why but he noticed a strange sparkle in her eyes. And her cheeks looked...really rosy. “...Alright, sure.”

She moved up tepidly, bringing her notebook with her to show the question and scratch her head.

“Oh yeah, that one is a little tricky, but if you just…” Izuku began before gently guiding her to the answer.

For Izuku, studying alongside her had become one of the best parts of dorm life. Not even a year ago, he could hardly imagine having a friend he could be so comfortable with.

The quiet air of the room filled his ears once more. Nought but the creak of the couch and the scurrying sound of pencils on papers disturbed him. These were the nights of his new life that he treasured. Peace, solace and friendship.

He felt his breathing start to slow and the world started to blur. All was well. Life was good. He should get some rest. Work could wait...for a few minutes….

There was a gentle, cosy feeling wrapped tightly around Izuku. It was bizarre and alien, but it felt so good he hardly cared. Unperturbed, he wrapped an arm around whatever was in front of him and pulled it closer. Distantly, he could hear a few titters out beyond the darkness. They were starting to get annoying but he tried his best to ignore them. He didn’t want to leave this feeling to investigate. This was nice. He wanted to sleep a little bit longer. There was the familiar sound of electric whirring and the snap of a cell phone camera. The sounds mixed with the giggles, gathering into a cacophony of irritating music. Fed up with the noise, Izuku finally opened his eyes, prepared to tell his roommates to quiet down. His initial thought when he regained his vision — and saw almost half the class huddled together in front of him with cellphones out — was that he was in some kind of crazy dream. Or perhaps, more aptly, a nightmare. But as his mind started to reboot, Izuku started to notice all the little tells that this was reality. His homework, strewn on the floor. The familiar, soft couch cushions beneath his back. Uraraka, dozing peacefully on top of him. Her body was warm and he instinctively squeezed an arm around her to bring her closer. His brain took another moment to process the information. As soon as it did, most of the blood in his body surged upward into his head “WHA-?! You! This isn’t what it looked like! I don’t...Uraraka, wake up!” Unfortunately, his words could not keep up with his mind as he tried to explain his way out of the situation. His face felt like it was burning and he was sure it must have looked like a volcano. His classmates just stood and laughed at his misfortune. “Wow Midoriya, I didn’t think you had it in you,” Kaminari commented snidely. “You two sure are moving fast,” Tsuyu said. “Aaaah my OTP is coming to fruition right before my eyes!” squealed the disembodied voice of Tooru. “I am so putting this up on Facebook,” Mina cackled with delight as she snapped photos continually with her phone. “No wait, please don’t!” Izuku protested desperately, head still spinning from the boiling water he found himself in. “Mmm...morning Deku…” Uraraka finally stirred from beside Izuku. Her ability to sleep that heavy was astonishing to him. “What do you want to do…” Uraraka peeked over Izuku to see the laughing faces of all of her classmates. She soon found herself reacting much the same way Izuku had — although slightly more vocal. “NOOOOOOOOO!” Uraraka shouted before bringing her hands to cover her face and floating off of Izuku. The class laughed at the comedic sight while Izuku was left floundering to try and gather his belongings. In that moment, he wondered if there was anything worse in the world than dorm life.

AN: Written for IzuOcha Week Day 4: Dorm Life. I hope you all enjoyed it. =) A little simpler than my other pieces this week perhaps. But I have big plans for the back half which are all twice to three times as long as what I’ve published for IzuOcha week so far. I may have to delay a couple though...we’ll see.

#IzuOchaWeek #IzuOchaWeek2017 #IzuOcha #midoriya izuku #uraraka ochako #dorm life #my hero academia #oneshot #fanfiction #fanfic #shipping #grit your teeth and drill through the writer's block #plus ultra

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Endless Summer 2 Diamond Scene: Singing Cliffs with Quinn

Diego: If I remember correctly, it’s just south of here through the trees. Quinn: Let’s go!

A few minutes later, you and Quinn are making your way southward through a forested region of the isle. Quinn: This is so exciting! Quinn: For all of the dangers we’ve faced on La Huerta, there are just as many amazing sights to see…

You: … -Do you feel more inspired to paint? Quinn +1

Quinn: Absolutely. Quinn: To be honest, even though I love painting… I haven’t been able to in a while. It’s been hard to get my mind off everything. Quinn: I came here hoping the island’s beauty would shake me out of this slump. You: And did it? Quinn: No… but you did.

-It’s all the more beautiful with you in the picture. Quinn +1

Quinn: Thank you… You know what they say about flattery, though. You: That it’ll get you everywhere? Quinn: Ha, maybe. Quinn reaches out to take your hand as you walk along.

You: I know it must’ve been hard telling everyone about your illness… Quinn: Actually, I’m really glad I did. Quinn: It’s like I finally put down this great big burden I’ve been dragging around since we got here. Quinn: I didn’t mean to be so secretive. I just knew that as soon as I told anyone, my illness would define me. Quinn: But you’ve shown me different, Taylor. You taught me that no one thing could ever define me. Just then, an ethereal melody reaches your ears, carried on the wind. ???: Ennnnnnnn… Quinn: Do you hear that? I think it’s coming from this way! Ahead, the trees finally give way to a stunning expanse of beach.

Wind races ashore from the sea, creating harmonic tones as it passes through hollows in the eroded cliff face. Singing Cliffs: Leeeee… Quinn: It really is like voices singing. As the wind continues its drone, you try to make out specific words. Singing Cliffs: Ennnnnnn… leeeeeee… Quinn: It’s pretty, but I don’t know if it’s actually saying anything. You: … You close your eyes and let the sound speak to you. Singing Cliffs: Across the seeeeaaa… iiiiit comes… Singing Cliffs: Crruuuushing everything… in its path… to youuuuuu. CLUE FOUND You: Well, that’s eerie. Quinn: What did it say to you? You: Something’s coming across the sea to reach me. Something dangerous. Quinn: I think I heard the words, ‘our destined union.’ You: I guess we’ll have to wait to find out what it all means. In the bright moonlight, the two of you notice a cave in the cliff face. You and Quinn make your way across the beach. Quinn: Oh, look! Quinn kneels next to a cluster of tide pools beside the cave mouth. Each one contains a different colour of wet, glistening clay. She carefully dabs her finger into a pool and proceeds to paint an orange streak across a flat section of rock. Quinn: These actually make decent paints. You: I guess it worked well enough for cavemen… Quinn: Would you like me to paint something for you?

You: I want to see you paint… -This beautiful seaside view!

Quinn: Ooh, yes… Quinn: Maybe looking out across the sea with the moonlight on the water. You: It could be your own ‘Starry Night.’ Quinn: I don’t know about that, but I’ll give it a shot. Quinn creates several lines on the rock face.

-Me! Quinn +1

Quinn: I’d love to! Quinn: Hm… First, let’s have you take off your shirt. You grin and comply, removing your top with a sly wink. You: How’s this? Quinn: Perfect. Okay, now face this way. You: Is this how you have your French girls pose? Quinn giggles and creates several lines on the rock face.

You: What subjects do you usually paint? Quinn: All kinds of things. People, animals… Sometimes I just start putting paint on the canvas and let it take me somewhere. You: You mean, you start to envision a place? Quinn: Not always an actual place. Sometimes I end up painting… an emotional place. Quinn: I think there are things you can say with a painting that can’t otherwise be expressed. Quinn: You can show someone how something really feels. You: I hadn’t thought of it that way before. Quinn steps back from the rock wall, and you glimpse her work.

-If Quinn painted the landscape

You: Wow… you’re really good. Quinn: Really? You like it?

You: … -It looks different than I’d imagined. Quinn +1

Quinn: Yeah, I guess it’s not my best– You: No, I mean it’s almost better than reality. Quinn: Oh. Quinn: Well, thank you… and I guess that’s kind of the goal.

-It seems kind of… sad and forlorn.

Quinn: You saw that? You: The sea is relinquishing its hold on the shore… with a somber finality. Quinn: Nothing lasts forever, right? She smiles and steps closer to you. Quinn: But there are some things that art can’t fully express.

-If Quinn painted you

She’s captured an aspect of you that you immediately recognise, but have never seen represented before. You: Wow… you’re really good. Quinn: Really? You like it?

You: … -I’ve never seen myself look quite like that…

Quinn: Sorry. These clays aren’t exactly ideal– You: No, I mean it’s almost… more me than me. Quinn: Well… that’s the idea.

-Does this express how you feel about me? Quinn +1

Quinn: Maybe part of it… She smiles and steps closer to you. Quinn: But there are things that can’t be fully expressed through art.

As the wind creates strange, rapturous music along the cliffs, you and Quinn gaze into each other’s eyes.

You: … -Hold her in your arms. Quinn +1

As you step forward, Quinn does the same. Your arms find their way around her torso, and hers reach up to rest along your shoulders. Quinn: I’ve wanted to be in your arms for so long. You: I’ve wanted you here. You hold each other, watching the tide cascade in and out along the shore. Quinn: Sit with me? You: You bet. You take a seat in the sand, and Quinn lowers herself to lie across your lap. Entranced by the multitude of stars, soon both of you fall asleep…

-Lean in to kiss her. Quinn +1

As you move closer, the pale moonlight makes Quinn’s face look hauntingly beautiful. Quinn: … Breathlessly, you lean in and bring your lips to hers. The song of the cliffs and the pound of the surf fade away as you lose yourselves in each other. Quinn: Mmm… Quinn: Oh! She suddenly loses her balance, and the two of you tumble harmlessly to the sand! You: Ha… Quinn: You really know how to knock a girl off her feet! She brings her lips to yours once more, and soon your bare bodies are entwined under the stars… exhausting each other until you fall asleep in each other’s arms…

-Make a joke.

You: So… you come here often? Quinn: Pfff, Taylor. You give Quinn a cheesy eyebrow waggle. She playfully shoves you, which you promptly turn into a comical pratfall on the beach. Quinn: You’re so silly… She sits down next to you. She reaches to smooth your hair out of your face. Quinn: You know… I think I could get used to this. You: Being trapped on a deserted island surrounded by man-eating fish? Quinn: Eh, it’s not that bad. Quinn: As long as you’re here, I’ve got what I need. You: I know the feeling… The two of you lie on the beach, side by side, gazing at the stars until the sound of the waves lulls you into a peaceful sleep…

You wake to the light of dawn lending colour to the sky, and together you head back to the manor. You’re strolling up the beach when Lila comes dashing up to you! Lila: Come quick! I think Raj might be doing something very foolish!

#playchoices #choices stories you play #choices es #choices endless summer #endless summer

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demonryou · 7 years

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👄 👀 👂🐶 😈 😱 ❤️ 👅😏 🗣😫👙 😋🎤 all of them. its for research

NSFW Headcanons

“Well, you are an eager one, aren’t you?” Ryou chuckled, leaning close and rubbing his thumb over his alternate’s lower lip. “I’ll answer them though, because you asked.”

👄 - Favourite place to get kisses

Ryou smiled knowingly, touching his mouth with one finger, and then dragging it from his mouth down his neck. “All of here,” he said. “Especially my neck.”

👀 - Most arousing body part

“Aside from the obvious?” He laughed. “My neck. Hmm.... and a close second, my tail. I use it for balance, and to help me sense and see things when it’s dark. So naturally,” he waved it from side to side, “it’s very sensitive.”

👂 - Moans y/n

“Oh yes.” He nodded sagely. “Moans, growls, the occasional whimper? Depending on the situation, and how hungry I am.”

🐶 - Like pet play?

“Never tried it,” Ryou said, his tail twitching curiously. “Is it fun?”

😈 - Rough Dominance?

“Yes. But only if my partner wants it that way. I like to be on either end of it, provided both people are having fun. The second it becomes too much, I am repulsed by it.”

😱 - Do you like your partner to make you scream

“I’ve never had that happen, so I don’t know,” he said, tapping his chin thoughtfully. “But I do really like it when they make me moan. I imagine screaming is just an intensified version of that? Sounds like fun.”

❤️ - Does liking someone make the sex better

“So, so so much better,” Ryou laughed. “Though consensual sex is nice in general. Liking the person adds that extra spark that just makes you come alive, you know?”

👅 - Like oral sex?

“Who doesn’t?”

😏 - Ideal play mate?

“Anyone willing who wants to experience a good time, and isn’t afraid to say what they like or don’t like. Mmm..... but I particularly like the ones that get flustered, or shy, the ones that blush, that are okay with a little experimentation.” He grinned licking his lips. “The ones that secretly like things a bit kinky.”

🗣 - Do you like verbal abuse in the bedroom?

“I.... nnn.... no, I don’t think so?” He frowned, trying to think about it honestly. “Sometimes some dirty talk, if it’s silly or for the sake of making someone blush, that’s okay. But I don’t like saying things that tear someone down or come across as cruel. I guess some people are really into the humiliation and such, and I’m willing to say things for them? But if it’s me... I don’t want my partner to be cruel to me. I get...” he looked sideways, nervously. “I get worried. That I’m no good, or that I’m... worthless. I guess.”

😫 - Bit of a masochist?

Ryou closed his eyes, inhaling deeply, and letting out with a soft “hmmmm”, and smiling lazy. “Yes,” he murmured. “I am, yeah. I want to feel the pleasure, I want to feel the pain, the give and take of both, the shock of pain and the reward of pleasure is something I confess, I really like.”

👙 - Lingerie?

He stepped back, turning around and posing seductively with his tail arching into a curl. “Why?” he teased, “do you want to see me in some, my doppelganger? I’ll wear whatever you want.” He winked, grinning.

😋 - Favourite form of foreplay?

“Teasing. Kissing. Making you hot and flustered until you’re practically begging for it.” He came closer, leaning in to speak lowly in his ear. “Do you like to be the one on top? Then I’ll tease you until you’re hard and ready to practically throw me to the bed. Do you like me to be the one to take you? Then I’ll make you feel good until your legs are weak, and then I’ll be the one to carry you to the bed. Or the wall. Or wherever you want to do it.”

🎤 - Like using toys?

“Never tried it, I dunno. But for those who are into the more kinky things, I do enjoy teasing them with my tail,” he grinned, winking and waving his tail playfully.

“Any more questions?”

#lonely-occultist

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ilovehighhats · 7 years

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Sculptor, ch. 1, The Seed

Or shaping the future one day at a time. In which a seed is planted and it takes root.

Bane returned to the living room right after disposing of Helena. He slipped on a shirt, tossed carelessly on the floor minutes before, and wordlessly helped Grace transfer pot of tea and cups to the coffee table. She found some cookies and arranged them neatly on a plate.

“You don't look like a scientist,” she noted, taking a seat on the other sofa and helping herself to a biscuit.

Bane poured the tea, indicating with his hands and eyes the usual questions, whether to add milk or sugar, and handed the woman her drink.

“Are you really an astrophysicist?” she continued, after nodding her thanks and taking a sip.

“Yes,” he grunted. Muscles in his back were still unusually tensed, sore around his lower vertebrae. He’d have to check what that was about. For now he focused on schooling his expression in polite disinterest, and took a swig of his drink. Mmm, earl grey. Soothing.

“Do you have any publications under your name?” Grace continued to drill.

He smiled, knowing exactly where she was going.

“Of course.”

“Did you write them yourself?”

“Yes. They have been reviewed by multiple peers.”

“You have a lot of scars for a scholar.”

“Do they bother you?”

“How did you get those burns?”

“I was in Gotham.”

“You have a knack for answering questions without parting with any valuable information.”

“Perhaps.”

“Tell me, Anthony, what kind of scientist has motion detectors in double perimeter around his house?”

“A careful one. What kind of old lady knows how to disable them?”

“A nosy one.” She smiled, smug.

Bane sipped his tea.

“I'll keep my eye on you.”

He shrugged and looked to the side - Helena gathered herself enough to come to them. His eyes softened when they met her worried gaze. He knew he would be watched, scrutinized and tracked down, and all of that by people more dangerous than a retiree. He could live with whatever investigation Grace had coming. As long as Helena would be close, he would be fine. Even if close for now meant at the other side of the table, sitting on a rug of all places, like she needed to have both of them under her watchful gaze.

“So, Grace, what the fuck?” the younger woman asked, sliding the last empty cup to herself and dismissing Bane’s help with a wave of her palm. She poured the tea, frowning, splashing hot liquid on the saucer.

“Language, darling.”

She chuffed at the chastisement and shook her head. Two cubes of sugar splashed into the cup, and she stirred angrily.

Bane thought she looked cute when irritated. It wasn’t the cold rage he was used to, nor the distant resentment he remembered. She was irked but calm. Interesting.

“Don't you language me, what was that about?”

“I was worried about you.”

“Uh huh. You might have noticed somewhere in past few years that I actually live next door. Perhaps during the time you used to live in this very cottage?“ The ‘used to’ part was stressed, with semi-threatening lean on the table towards the woman to heighten the effect.

“Darling, I was playing bridge-” Grace started, the blasé tone way different than the quick and sharp one she used to ask Bane her questions earlier.

He wondered what her agenda was . And why it seemed like he’d have to peel some layers to get to the bottom of it.

Helena groaned painfully, thumped her forehead on the table. Bane barely had time to move up and away his cup to avoid spillage.

“Are there no more physicians who respect patient confidentiality?“ The scribe moaned, shoulders slumping for a bit.

“Sven asked me how you brave your cold. Imagine my surprise.” To anyone else Grace looked like personification of sage aunt, careful about her little niece and mindful of her image. Bane noticed the studied way in which she arched her brow, a touch of distaste in her tone. Yup, like that fairy godmother from ‘Sleeping Beauty’. The red one. What was her name?

Helena raised her head to rest it on her palm, elbow propped up on the table. Inelegant, but cute. Her eyes narrowed suspiciously.

“I imagine you left poor Graham with the dishes as soon as everyone left and trotted here asap.”

Grace had the decency to blush.

“I knew it.” Satisfied scoff was accompanied by a triumphant glare as Helena straightened back to take a swig of her drink.

“I just put two and two together. You let me know that Dorrance is here. Then fall silent for a week and I learned from Anna some man drove you around town. And now Sven says you were unwell. Of course I was worried.”

“Of course,” Bane echoed, sipping another gulp.

They both turned to him, glaring. Maybe he overdid it this time with the mocking.

“Okay, so I’m fine and I’m sure you saw that before you decided to interrupt our little tete-a-tete. Why come in for a chat?”

Bane grinned. That was the woman he knew and remembered. Even when faced with a situation potentially dangerous, or as it was now embarrassing, she never stopped analyzing its components. Why, who, when?

Refreshing his drink, and Grace’s, he eagerly waited for the following explanation.

“Don’t pull the wool over my eyes, missy. All this years you pretended to be just friends, and now this?” She waved her hand towards Bane. “Your generation is certainly generous with affection, I can tell you that.”

He bit his cheek not to laugh. Good tactic, deflecting the attack with a blow of her own.

“We were just friends,” Helena grumbled.

“And now we’re friends with benefits,” Bane added. “The modern way to do things.” His eyes sent a clear message. He was sure the woman got it when she pressed her lips tightly together in reaction.

“Yes, you’re very modern,” Grace snorted. “Do you hide tattoos in there, along with all those scars? Writing your thesis with help of some weed?”

“None of your concern,” he stated blandly.

“Grace, please.” Outrage clear on her face as well as in her tone Helena frowned again. “That is quite enough.”

“Yes, darling, it is. I can see I’m not welcome here.” Her chin raised in a dignified pose. She placed the saucer back on the table, cup clinking softly, and stood up royally.

Both Bane and Helena followed.

“I will be the bigger person though and still do what I intended to when I came by,” she continued. “You are both very welcome at Graham’s and mine table for Easter.”

“Thanks,” Helena nodded, biting her lip.

Bane had a feeling Grace knew it wasn’t a happy offer for him. Difficult to refuse, seeing how the scribe was obviously intended to take it.

“Goodbye then, don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.”

She left with a satisfied smirk.

Okay, maybe she wasn’t Flora, the red fairy. Maleficent suited her better.

As soon as her back cleared the corner, Helena chuckled.

“I know she’s weird, but she’s a good soul,” she explained.

“She doesn’t strike me as the friendliest of types,” Bane noted.

He collected the dishes, and Helena took what he didn’t manage to grab, followed him to the kitchen.

“Grace is nice, but you’re right. She can be a bit idealistic in her views so when the reality doesn’t fit, she bristles. Her husband is the soul of a party, and he’s the one who gathers local bigwigs for their bridge and other playdates.”

“You’ve ever been?” he asked, loading the dishwasher.

“Sure, once or twice. Too many people, I prefer visiting when there's only the two of them, or three more friends at most. Sunday roast sit-downs, mostly.”

“Hmm,” he grunted, swiping a dishcloth over the counter.

Helena looked back to the coffee table, checking if everything was in order. The memory of kiss on the sofa warmed her cheeks. That was more than nice. Feeling Bane between her legs was better than anything she experienced in the past few months, and he didn’t really have a chance to actually get to work. He had full reign of his body now, so they could finally have proper, dirty, sweaty and sticky sex in the light of day, with full use of every orifice they wanted to abuse.

She nearly moaned at the thought.

It was so foolish though, to entice him when she knew he was far from okay.

Best thing to do would be ensuring he was stable, as soon as humanly possible. Which she hoped would be a record time since Bane excelled seemingly at everything he touched. Why would recovery be any different?

“Would you like to set up Lully?” She offered, turning with her hands resting comfortably on her hips. Open enough, but confident instead of meek.

“Of course.” Bane leered.

That would bring Helena to his bedroom. She was aware of his train of thought.

“Don’t get any ideas. You go do it yourself. I’m going back to mine to see if the cottage still stands. I shall return in the evening,” she professed playfully, but steadily.

A clear message. Don’t follow, find something to do. I won’t leave for long.

“I’ll make some dinner,” he offered gruffly.

She was surprised, but easily smiled after initial pause.

“Great. Looking forward to it.”

oOo

Helena woke up to the sound of a gardening show, soothing voice of Monty Don instructing what to do when carrot fly attacks. Fearsome prospect that it was, she calmly drew in a deep breath and straightened a bit on the sofa. Bane was at her side, looking lost in thought, cradling her to his chest. She let herself cuddle back closer than before, and wallowed in the heat and scent of him.

Dinner was lavish and plentiful, and she drank a bit too much wine. That was the only reason she let Bane get this close. Maybe also the fact he agreed to watch some shows she liked. All was right in the world, nothing pressing to do, nothing important to address. She looked at the screen idly as stills of summer garden flicked on and off.

“You want to go back to your room for the night?”

She sighed into his flank, reluctantly shifting and straightening.

“I should, yeah,” she said, the last word distorted with a yawn.

“I’ll call in James to escort you.”

In a blink she was wide awake. Trying to hide her alarm she didn’t move, observed him in the window. The reflection was blurry but his broad frame easily discernible illuminated by faint glow of the computer.

“Okay,” she said tentatively, waiting for his next move.

Bane stood up, grunting as his spine complained, leaning palms on his thighs. He went to the glass door and stilled.

“James is not here, isn’t he?”

“I don’t know where he is,” Helena confirmed, unsure what Bane meant by ‘here’ exactly.

She frowned, concerned, and watched as his back tensed.

“I thought we were back in Gotham,” he admitted.

“Where are we now?”

“Home.”

Finally she decided to stand up and scale the gap between them. The fireplace was as dark as the rest of the room, but coals radiated warmth still. She shivered as she left the comfort of nearby sofa to stand by the cold glass alongside Bane. Carefully, she slithered her hand in his palm. A non-threatening, reassuring gesture. He squeezed back gently without a word. Helena still wasn’t certain he was with her, but she didn’t dare pressing him further. Since she wasn’t with him during the siege he might have thought she was Talia. Or some other woman. Finding that out wasn’t on top of her priority list right now.

“We should go to sleep,” he said, a dejected tone in his whisper.

Helena realized he avoided rest for the past two days. Since his episode with the knife.

“You want to take a shower first?”

“Not really,” he countered, shaking his head. “You won’t sleep with me?”

“Not this time. But I can sit by until you fall asleep,” she proposed.

“Don’t treat me like a child, Helena,” he sneered.

Relief made her smile sheepishly. Anger she could work with. It was the mute, low-spirited Bane she didn’t know what to do about.

“I’m not. I can assure you I will be portraying you naked under those sheets. Wouldn’t do that to a kid,” she teased.

He chuckled lowly, appreciating her effort at lightening the mood.

“You had me fooled with your past flings.” He winked. “And I thought you remembered I prefer to sleep nude.”

“Ha, ha, very funny.”

They walked down the corridor together, silencing Monty Don’s rant about tomatoes on their way with Bane thudding the laptop shut. Helena stopped just before his door, and let herself be pulled close in a tight hug.

“See you in the morning,” she mumbled in Bane’s shoulder, fighting with herself to disengage and move back.

He stopped her, strong arms keeping her close. Not insistently, but firmly enough to counteract her motion. Soft kiss on her temple had her melting back into him, huffing a soft moan. She didn’t have enough courage to vocalize everything she felt. Wasn’t cruel enough to tell him she loved him, then go away to sleep in the other room. But the understanding between them grew, both of them reluctant to part.

In the end Bane's chest heaved with last intake of breath, making her smile as she heard him sniffing her hair, and he sighed.

“Goodnight, Helena.”

oOo

She heard him toss and turn, rustle of sheets and muted creaks of bedframe as telling as his frustrated grunts. He didn’t sleep, and she was trying to wait him out, but it was harder and harder as minutes trickled by, the hum of gale comforting despite anxiousness simmering in her gut. To stay awake read every piece of news on the sites she frequented, found a romance novel online, and even tried browsing for some movies. None of that held her interest for longer than half an hour.

She tried to recount the instances she could be sure he slept, from the day he came, up until now. The calculation was disturbing. On the first night, right after their talk, he probably caught couple of hours at best, since he read through all those messages she sent to Tony. To him. Then two nights she couldn’t be sure about. Then the one where she was here, the one with the knife. He slept, but she was sure he didn’t get much rest. Then on Sunday he had a proper deep sleep, she spent most of the night listening in on him, much as she did now, so she was sure. On Tuesday morning she remembered him miraculously tidying up all books in the living area - he must have started deep into the night. Wednesday and Thursday she slept deeply so didn’t have a clue, but Friday she was sure he didn’t rest at all because he made bread. The wonderful smell actually woke her up much to her surprise and delight; it meant not only a delicious breakfast waiting for her, but also that her sinuses were finally clear. Saturday again unsure, but since that was the day Grace came, Bane was agitated for the rest of the night. And finally yesterday, when she was positive he stayed up with his research. All in all, she was certain he didn’t sleep for half of the nights she counted, and was uncertain about the rest but one, so that didn’t help to settle her mind at ease.

He must have been exhausted, and she kept rejecting him, challenging him every step of the way, making him prove he wanted to be here, with her.

Realizing she had essentially been a bitch to him, she reached out for her phone and quickly checked a fact she half remembered. Thanks to the internet she had her confirmation in mere minutes.

With a decisive huff she got up to dress. The noise she made was deliberate. In a quiet minute when she sat down to shake sleep off and calm herself, her ears strained to catch any sounds coming from Bane’s bedroom. Nothing. She smirked. So he listened to her as well.

Making a show of waving a hand through the gap in ajar door she alerted him to her presence outside.

“I’m up,” he said.

She opened the door but stood on the threshold, holding the handle. Partly to do something with her hands, partly to stop herself from going to him and snuggling close.

“Gathered as much.” She gulped, losing her thread of thought. He was bare chested, thin sheet low on his hips, sprawled comfortably in the middle of white linens, propped up a bit on the headboard. Smug smirk twisted his lips.

Those lips. She kissed them not two days ago.

“You were saying?”

“Oh, right,” she murmured. “I’m going to my cottage.”

His smile vanished.

“Can’t stand listening to your tossing, and I have a nice herbal tea back there. Would you like to tag along?”

He nodded and she wasted no time in turning away and walking slowly to the living room, lest she saw too much and wouldn’t be able to leave at all.

Bane didn’t keep her waiting long, and they set into the night, dark, cold and damp, walking in companionable silence down a rocky path.

“New Moon tonight?” she asked, opening her door.

“Yes.”

Wooden steps muffled sound of their boots when they descended to the kitchen area.

“What are you working on when you think I don’t look?”

“My memoirs.”

Helena chuckled, looking for the box with tea, while Bane put on the kettle. She chucked the bags into mugs and stood by, hip propped on the counter, waiting.

Bane leaned his hands on the wood beside her, bending his head and stretching his spine.

“I’d like you to get that looked at,” she said.

“Would you come with me?”

She thought about it. Was it really to his advantage if she coddled him every step of the way? Should she accommodate his wishes, or was it better to make him deal with everything on his own?

Before she realized the silence stretched for too long.

“Never mind,” he huffed, straightening back up.

The kettle whistled, and he turned the heat off and poured the water.

“What’s in that tea?”

“Lemon balm, chamomile, hops, mint, passiflora and lemongrass,” she read.

“Comprehensive blend,” he noted.

Steam billowed under cold clinical light, the mugs a deep indigo, framed at the top with burnt sienna corresponding to the oak of the tabletop. Helena watched them for a while, aware that she was observed in turn.

“Let's make a fire, hmm?”

Bane nodded and started up to get to the back terrace and the fire pit, leaving her to gather both mugs and then collect some blankets and pillows to make a comfortable nest by the fire. By the time she was done with her task, Bane has completed his. He made last corrections to a neat bonfire raised up on rusted planes of steel, then turned to sit on a chair, cushioned and covered. Let Helena fuss over him, tucking warm wool wherever she saw fit, before she handed him his mug.

“Thank you,” he said, looking in the flames.

Last time he spent a night like this he was on a beach with Talia, watching summer spectacle of a meteor shower unfold over their heads.

“You're very welcome,” the scribe said, smiling pleasantly over her tea.

“For bringing me out of there,” he clarified. “I appreciate it. In fact, I appreciate everything you’re trying to do,” he admitted looking her straight in the eye.

“I’m sorry I’ve been unpleasant.”

Bane shook his head, but she silenced him with a frown.

“No, really. I want to be with you. It’s just… You keep telling me to come to you. You have to give me room to make at least one step then.” She reasoned. “I don’t want you anymore hurt than you are. And that will happen if you have another fit while sleeping, if I’ll be in bed with you and you’ll see me as some ghost from your past.”

Her words were merciless, but she knew he could see what was the reason for them. No matter what he was before, she was with him now.

“So, no sex until I’m healed?” He was bad at hiding his disappointment.

“No sleeping together,” she corrected. It would be too harsh to shut that door completely. On both of them. Especially with the way he perked up. “But for now, I’d like you to settle and find a comfortable schedule, without a disruption some good, um, exercise would bring.”

He hummed, mulling over her words.

“That sounds reasonable.”

“Also, I’ve noticed that if an episode happens it’s around one or two in the morning. We could program Lully and give it a week to see if it helps. But you need a regular sleeping pattern for that to work.”

“Mhm.”

They finished tea and kept staring at the flames, Bane occasionally getting up to feed them.

Helena fought to keep her eyes open.

At one point she dozed off. Cold wind sneaked under blanket, the fabric slipping out of her fingers when she slouched in her chair. Her head fell back too far and she startled, aware that she was being carried, but too cozy to really do anything. Bane was murmuring something softly, shifting her in his arms. She focused on the cadence of his voice, deep rumble going through his chest and the warmth surrounding her.

#bane dcu #bane #original character #tdkr #batman #nolanverse

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badtasteaquarium · 6 years

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A: surprises [nsfw]

After breaking their kiss, Shadow studied Sonic’s face for a moment. Despite the tenseness in his hands, he kept them at his sides. “You are something,” he muttered.

Sonic chuckled, unusually quiet in the dark bedroom, lit only by the city lights outside the window. “Something, huh? What’s that supposed to mean?”

“You are rather surprising,” Shadow clarified. His lips still tingled gently from the kisses they had shared, and while they were seated close on his bed, he chose to get up and pace around the room. Tremors, stuttered heartbeat, a rise in the pit of the stomach, Shadow diagnosed himself, I suppose this is what you would call “butterflies”.

Sonic took little notice of this, taking the opportunity to kick back on the bed, hands laced behind his head. “Good,” he replied, clicking his tongue against the roof of his mouth. “That’s the idea.”

“Hm.” Shadow smirked at him, then quickly covered his mouth as he paced. I feel warm as well. He glanced down at the black t-shirt he wore with GUN’s logo plastered on it, then pursed his lips. “Would you mind if I took my shirt off?”

Sonic barked a laugh--out of incredulity or anxiety, Shadow couldn’t quite discern, but his laid back nature quickly took over. “Sure, go ahead! Fine by me.”

He ran a hand through his blue undercut, and Shadow turned around to pull his shirt over his head. Dog tags jingled against his chest, smooth and even. “Oh, whoa,” Sonic remarked in awe behind him. “Is that all…circuitry?”

Shadow glanced over his shoulder. He could barely see over his own back, but faint tracks led from various sections of his back and connected to a thicker track along his spine. Currently, it was pulsing a dim red. “Yes,” he replied as he folded his shirt neatly. “My spinal cord is only 25% organic tissue--the rest is wiring.”

“Huh,” Sonic muttered. Out of the corner of his eye, Shadow watched him scoot up on the bed to take a closer look.

“It is a measure to prevent full paralysis, if I am gravely injured,” Shadow explained further. “It would still be a major surgery, but wires are easily mended and replaced. I could have my whole spinal cord replaced, if need be.”

“Nice,” Sonic remarked. He reached up to touch the tracks on his back, but hesitated. It was still enough to send a shiver through the back of Shadow’s neck, and he bit his lip. Ah.

Sonic did not longer, and instead was drawn to the small of Shadow’s back, where he peeked at the belt-line of his lounging pants. “What’s this?” he asked, and yanked the band back.

Shadow jerked forward, away from him. “H-hey--!” he exclaimed. One moment you are hesitant, the next you act on instinct. Troublesome. “Be careful.”

“Oh, yeah, sorry.” Sonic bit his tongue as he stuck it out, pink flaring in his cheeks. “I wasn’t trying to pants you--”

You could if you really wanted to murmured through Shadow’s mind, but he dismissed the thought quickly. “I know,” he sighed, then took two thumbs and gently pulled his pants down to just above his rear. “You were looking at this, right?”

He revealed an interface of several ports of varying shapes and sizes, all within a small area that did not pass the edge of his hips. “Another parallel port, composite video, an ethernet port, DisplayPort, and one USB drive,” Shadow explained. “The last two are new, and took time to implement…”

“So you do have a thingy to plug in thumb drives!” Sonic exclaimed, poking the USB port, blue on the inside. In response, Shadow yanked up his pants once again. “Why don’t you use it?”

“If you have not noticed, it is right at my ass, so I would rather not,” Shadow snapped, turning around and crossing his toned arms over his chest. “It is for emergency purposes only, and for security. I have adapters for the parallel port at my neck, which is enough in most cases.”

“But wouldn’t it be so much easier to just plug and go?” Sonic asked. “That’s the idea with computers nowadays, right?”

“I am not a mere ‘computer’,” Shadow huffed, closing his eyes. “I am…” Oh, damn it. I do not want to dive into existential nonsense right now.

[”ACCESS: DRIVE C:\SYSTEM\MEMORY\06_23_01…

… … … ERROR! DATA NOT FOUND. DATA NOT FOUND.”]

He stared at the error message within his mind. Not tonight.

When he opened his eyes, Sonic was staring at him with curiosity. “I am much more complex than you could possibly imagine,” Shadow chose to say. “I could be equipped with wireless technology, such as Bluetooth or any kind of Wi-Fi capability, but it poses a huge security risk.”

“Couldn’t you handle it?”

Shadow winced. “I do not want to find out the hard way. It was bad enough…” Having my hard drive wiped, any concrete evidence of the past erased…only fragments within my organic mind. A mind that paints the past foggier with each passing day. “…i-in the past.”

Sonic twisted his mouth and stared down at the bedsheets. “Yeah. Stupid Eggman’s granddad,” he grunted. “Sorry to bring it up.”

Shadow shook his head. “No matter,” he said, relaxing his arms. “I make do.”

Silence passed between them. That kiss seems so long ago, somehow, Shadow thought. I…almost wanted more. Perhaps I could steer things back to a more comfortable place.

He walked across the room to a large desk that took up an entire wall lengthwise. Several computers were lined up, but he picked the oldest looking one and pressed the power button on its monitor. “I can run some software. Most software, actually, if programmed the right way,” he said.

Sonic perked up at this. “Oh, really?” He seemed to fully take notice of all the computers. “Dude, that’s a ton of computers. Tails would have a field day in here.”

“Does he know how to program code?” Shadow asked. He pulled a composite video cable out from behind the monitor, then dragged the plug along the small of his back until it fit properly into the right slot. The screen flickered, then flashed a red and black screen, showing a variety of diagnostics densely packed on the monitor.

“Yeah--oh dude!” Sonic exclaimed. He jumped up from the bed and rushed over. “Ohh, that’s wicked cool!”

Shadow snickered, leaning against the desk. His fingers nudged into a container of floppy diskettes of varying labels and colors. Hm. “I can run several different environments,” Shadow explained.

[”RUN>>BASIC”]

The screen flashed briefly, then pulled up a blank screen reading:

“EXPANDED S.A. BASIC V. 2.0.2005 60287 BASIC BYTES FREE [PARTITIONED] READY…”

“So what do you…do with it?” Sonic asked. He squinted as he glanced over Shadow’s bare chest, down through his stomach, paying particular attention to his belly button. “You don’t have a pop-out keyboard, do you?”

“No,” Shadow snorted. “I would have to attach one, but the idea is that code would be provided to me, and then I execute it.” Shadow closed his eyes and ran a few lines of code through the terminal. When he opened them again, the monitor was repeating geometric shapes over itself, eventually enveloping the screen in red shapes. “I taught myself to play piano this way.”

“Really?” Sonic’s eyes were the size of saucers.

“Not on this program, on another.” While the program was running, he glanced over to the container of floppy disks and popped it open with one hand. Lazily, he thumbed through the disks. “I used MIDI to make my hands play the music, and tried to commit to muscle memory what they were doing.” A lot of these are old. Some of these were Maria’s training code programs. “Then, I could reteach myself properly.”

“That must’ve taken forever.”

“My memory functions, with the aid of machines, are quite astute. It did not take long. However, I…” Shadow trailed off as he came across a red colored floppy disk. He pulled it out of the batch slowly. Its label was only several hearts. “…ah, I am still a little stiff.”

Sonic noticed his obvious hesitation, and leaned forward. “What’s that one?” he asked. “Looks like a little love letter to me.”

“Not…exactly.” Shadow swallowed hard. He kissed me, didn’t he? And it was long. It was not a kiss that could be exchanged with a mere friend. Or could it? “it…ah, this is something that is written in my native code.”

“Oh?”

“It functions at a very basic level. It can even delve into my subconscious. The coding language is highly classified.”

“Uh-huh.” Despite his interest, Sonic yawned and shook his head. “Mmm…”

He’s getting bored. Shadow tightened his grip on the disk. And I am getting antsy. The monitor flickered as he pondered, distorting the image. It is not like me to be adventurous. But…perhaps he is rubbing off on me. Shadow took a deep breath, clearing the computer screen in the process. “Sonic.”

He blinked. “Yeah?”

“Are you interested in a sexual relationship of any kind?”

Sonic choked on the air. “H-huh?” His face burned bright red, and while he attempted to gather himself, he stumbled backward. “I-I…hoo, I mean…I…” His eyes wandered all down his body, pausing around Shadow’s shoulders and again at his crotch. “You’re joking, right?”

Shadow, remarkably, felt more collected than he expected, and took his moment of calm to pull a chair up for himself. He was careful not to jostle the composite cable out from his back. “I am not,” he replied, “for the contents of this disc are…of that nature.”

“Oh,” Sonic breathed. “Well.”

“Yes.” Shadow raised an eyebrow, flipping the disk between his fingers. “Actually, Rouge wrote this for me. Predictably.”

“Yeah?” Sonic’s voice had skyrocketed into a falsetto pitch, and his face was still very, very red.

Despite the calm, Shadow found it hard to meet Sonic’s eyes, and chose to stare at the disk. “She said I was ‘too uptight’ and that this is something that would help me ‘chill out’. And for that, I suppose it serves that purpose.” He exhaled loudly. “It is an interesting diagnostic, at least.”

“I thought you said this was something sexual,” Sonic asked.

“It is,” Shadow confirmed.

“Oh.”

Shadow finally set the disk down to pull out a floppy disk drive from behind the monitor, pulling out the ribbon cable from behind. He pushed the hair up behind his neck to reveal the parallel port. “Would you like to see it?” he asked quietly.

Sonic was nodding before he realized he hadn’t responded. “Ah…yeah. S-sure.” He swallowed with a gulp. “U-uh, should I…should I sit down?”

Shadow bit his lip as he connected the floppy drive to the back of his neck. “That is up to you,” he replied. “You may get as comfortable as you’d like.”

“Mm’kay…” Sonic took a deep breath, then wandered back to the edge of the bed with a stumble and plopped down. It is interesting to see him clumsy, Shadow thought with amusement. Normally he is quite acrobatic, graceful even. Normally, he’s got a smart remark for everything. Before he loaded the disk into the drive, he paused. He must be inexperienced. And touchy enough so that he cannot bluff.

I cannot say I have that much experience either. Perhaps I am just more honest with myself about it.

The disk clicked into place. Within a few moments, details appeared in his head, as well as on the screen.

OPTIONS: MULTIPLE? Y/N INTENSITY 0-9? CLARITY 0-9?”]

“I will keep it fairly standard,” Shadow said. “Just let me set this--”

“So does that mean your dick is mechanical?” Sonic blurted out. “S-sorry, I-I just…just wanna know what’s gonna happen here. I have no freakin’ clue.”

Shadow snorted a startled laugh. “Of course,” he mumbled, shaking his head. “My penis is…natural, I suppose…although I am sterile. This is a native program, like I said. It will manipulate me on a psychic level.”

[”OPTIONS: MULTIPLE? N INTENSITY 4 CLARITY 4 PRESS ENTER TO RUN…”]

With a deep breath, Shadow turned the seat around to face Sonic. “Only…only Rouge has seen this program run. She was quite pleased with the result.” He rested one finger against his temple. “Are you ready?”

Sonic nodded slowly. Am I? Shadow thought. Better now than never.

[”RUN.

… … … … … …!”]

Code began to scroll down the screen, mixing standard characters with glyphs and indecipherable text. Soon, it was too fast to read, easily signified by Sonic’s eyes drifting from the screen to him. He swallowed hard as his body relaxed, the program and his bodily anxiety at odds with each other. “Mm,” Shadow grunted. “It’ll…it will start soon.”

A chill flooded through him, then was replaced by a warm, buzzing sensation starting from his neck and working his way down through his back. His eyes fluttered, his face beginning to bloom pink from flush. Involuntarily, his lips parted, and he let out a sigh--the only reason he noticed was because of Sonic’s eyes widening. Ah.

“What does it feel like?” Sonic asked quietly. He gathered himself on the bed, crossing his legs like a pretzel beneath him.

“It is like…” Shadow furrowed his brow to concentrate, but even while the warmth coursing through him was mild, it was already difficult to concentrate. “It is like sinking into a warm bath…”

“Can you even take a bath?” Sonic said with a snicker. “With all your wires ‘n stuff?”

“Of course I can,” Shadow replied with a frown. “What use would I be if I could not get wet?”

Wet. Wet.

(like putting your cock in something warm and wet)

Shadow shivered and leaned his head back. “A-ah…”

Heat was washing all over him, and his pants were starting to feel tight and comfortable. I am already starting to lose my inhibitions. Even trying to imagine the fool I am making of myself in front of Sonic seems…trite. It does not matter…

What matters is…this…sensation…

Shadow bit his lip and found himself dragging one hand down his chest, fingertips grazing. “Mmmmmn…” he moaned quietly.

“Oh, shit,” Sonic whispered between his fingers.

Shadow proceeded to drag another hand down his chest, rubbing himself and his hips as his whole body tingled in warmth. And this is only at a medium clarity setting. If I set it at maximum, I would not even be present. I would be completely in a pink, musky fog. When he opened his eyes, he could only open them part way, his vision blurred. Here, I am aware. I know I’m touching myself…like this…and I know…he is watching…

He tried to focus on Sonic in front of him, dipping his head back around. On the bed, he was beginning to fidget, playing with the hem of his tanktop. While his eyes were focused (likely on the tent at his crotch), his face was still a flushed pink.

(do you like what you see? oh he likes it he likes it)

Another wave of heat rushed through Shadow, and he fussed to free his cock from the constraints of his lounging pants. It was fully hard, warm to the touch, and as soon it was in his hand, his mind

(keep touching keep touching keep touching that’s what you want it feels good it feels so so good)

egged him on to stroke. “Ahhn,” he sighed, then swallowed to try and center his speech. “You…you are…invited to join me, if you so wish.”

(wouldn’t you like him to join you wouldn’t you like it if he sucked you off)

Oh, oh fuck…

“Join…?” Sonic asked tentatively. He squirmed further. “Well, I mean…”

You could start by taking your shirt off, Shadow thought, surprised at the yearning of his own mind. You could just take everything off…I could take everything off.

“You are not…obligated,” Shadow struggled. He quickly shuffled off his lounging pants and kicked them off, leaving him completely naked in the chair before him. “O-only if…if…you should…wish…”

“I mean,” Sonic started, strangely short of breath. “You are…hah, you are pretty hot, and--”

Static echoed in Shadow’s brain, and his voice turned deep and slightly distorted. “Then what are you waiting for?” he asked, stroking down slow on his cock. “It would be a shame to do this all alone.”

Sonic’s mouth opened up into a small “O”, and within a split second, his tanktop and shorts vanished. This still left him in boxer briefs and a tight, skin tone tanktop that cut off above his midriff. A binder, Shadow thought fleetingly while he still could. Is that why he was apprehensive?

He found that he couldn’t linger on the idea as his hand stroked himself, hot and tight around his cock. It feels so good. It’s warm and I can feel the sensation tingling in my thighs and my back and the rest of me… Although his vision was getting hazier, his head lolled over to his shoulder closest to the monitor. The image on the screen was now completely red with the amount of text and code scrolling on the screen. I never can tell at this point what is the program and what is my own desire, he thought.

(moan a little, it’ll feel better)

And then it kicks in…

“A-aahnnnn…” Shadow sighed, as if in a dream. I want to touch, I want to touch, I want it harder, and I want it now…

“Y-you what?” Sonic asked tenatively.

Shadow’s heart leapt into his throat, and his eyes flew open. Did I say that out loud? “A-ah…”

His clarity of mind seemed to fight with the program, and a pressure began to build in his brain, like an open palm pressed against his head.

(why are you fighting it?)

Why am I?

He pulled back on his cock, enough to reveal the engorged head, and exhaled. Relax.

As soon as he did, a fog collapsed on him, and his mouth spoke for him. “I was going to ask politely, but I am getting desperate--I want you to suck my cock.”

The light behind Shadow’s eyes obscured his vision, but he did hear a clumsy thunk and shuffle near his seat. Two sweaty palms rested on his knees, and as his vision refocused (echoes of his own moaning reverberating in his head), he saw Sonic’s mouth level with his dick.

“Ah,” Shadow said. “D--”

“Nope, don’t say anything,” Sonic muttered under his breath. “Unless you’re going to use that voice again.”

“What voice?” Shadow swallowed hard--Sonic’s mouth was unbearably close, and his dick twitched. When he spoke again, it was in a deeper, gently distorted tone. “This voice?”

“Ah ha…” Sonic shook his head once, then licked all the way down the shaft. “Uh-huh. Thass it.”

The sensation shook Shadow to the bone. He moaned and leaned back in his chair, arms falling to his sides. Heat spread across his face, so much that he swore the circuitry in his cheeks was beginning to show.

(no restraint no restraint no restraint)

With great effort, as Sonic’s lips enveloped his cock, he dragged one arm up and rested his hand on Sonic’s head, thumbing through his blue undercut. “Nnn…nnn…” he hummed, vision dimming. “You are good at this.”

Sonic rose for a moment, stretching his jaw. “Beginner’s luck,” he replied.

Shadow couldn’t help but snort. “O-of course,” he managed to get out.

He tilted his head and stared at his still very hard cock. “Does it feel good when I go deeper?” he asked, casual and pensive. It made Shadow’s blood pressure rise in anticipation. “Or--”

“Yes,” he said emphatically.

A spark flew across Sonic’s green eyes. “So…you want me to do that?”

“Yes.”

“Are you sure?”

“Chaos, yes, please…” Shadow swallowed hard, warding off

(come on come on just fuck me fuck me fuck me)

the intrusive thoughts that the program was helping to feed him. “J-just…yes. Okay?”

At this point, Sonic was grinning. Bastard! Of course he wants the upper hand.

What can I do about that?

Shadow’s head dipped down and he lowered his eyes. “So, what are you waiting for, speed demon?” His voice took on a distorted edge. “And while you are at it, why don’t you to--”

[ERROR! ERROR! SYNTAX NOT FOUND--]

A heatwave pulsed through him, and his voice became more garbled and raspy. “Why don’t you fuck yourself while you’re down there?”

Sonic lost his mental footing, eyes wide, and he released his grip from one of his knees. “Oh, wow,” he murmured. “O-oh jeez--”

He didn’t waste too much time (thank Chaos, Shadow thought) draping his mouth over his dick once again, but this time, Sonic slipped one hand between his thighs, beneath the band of his boxer briefs. Shadow made sure to watch him carefully, watch for the moment when his expression changed, when he felt the moan right at crotch level. Yes, yes, pleasure yourself, Shadow thought, delirious in the hot, wet sensation. I would like to make you hot as well…

He could hear a humming in the back of his head. Oh, I am close. Waves of sensation ebbed in his thighs and in his crotch, and his body rocked on the chair. The back legs scraped against the floor in a steady motion.

“Mm, mm, mm, mmmm…” Sonic moaned himself, hand jerking. His sucking became more erratic the more he touched himself, but Shadow found himself uncaring--trying to hum in harmony with the electronics in his body and the ones Sonic gave in front of him.

“Mmmn…hnnn…”

“Ahh…aa-aah…”

Let me come, let me…let me come, please…

The humming grew louder, All at once, the screen behind him flashed bright red, and Shadow’s body obeyed it.

“Oh, Chaos, Sss-SONIC--! Aaah!” Shadow’s body shivered as he came, throwing his head back as the intense sensation washed over him. Vision red even behind closed eyes, his user interface was garbled in broken characters and symbols, impossible to decipher. Faintly, he could hear Sonic whining at his knees, dim until the red faded to black.

“Did…” Shadow panted. “Did you…reach climax as well?”

“Uh…” Sonic breathed. “Uh-huh. Yeah. You’re a mess though, dude.”

Damn it. Shadow blinked hard, then willed his head to lean forward. He first caught eye of the computer screen, which displayed the following in the center of the screen:

“<3 <3 <3 PLAY AGAIN? Y/N”

He could almost hear Rouge’s chuckle in the back of his mind. No, he thought, and with the force of it, the screen went blank. Then, he glanced forward at Sonic. He was wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, but the result of his orgasm was mostly on the top of his dick and his inner thighs.

“Sorry,” Sonic said. He almost ran his hand back through his hair, but upon examining his slick fingers, he thought better of it. “I, uh…well I know like…normally you can swallow that stuff, but I didn’t know, ‘cause you’re an android, whether or not…”

He trailed off, and Shadow shook his head and chuckled. “I believe it is safe,” he replied. “I am sure it tastes different, however.”

“Well, I don’t really know what that tastes like, so…eh?” Sonic shrugged.

Shadow paused before he spoke again. “I am sorry if I became…aggressive,” he said. He reached to the back of his neck and unplugged the ribbon cable, which was almost disconnected to begin with. This little “visit” did not go as I intended…however,

I am not disappointed.

“It’s cool. It was…kinda hot, actually.” Sonic tried to hide a grin, but the flush on his face gave him away. “We should do this again sometime.”

Shadow raised an eyebrow. “Should we?”

“If you wanna.” Sonic stood up and stretched, arms high above his head. “I’m cool with whatever.”

So nonchalant, Shadow mused. Has he done this sort of thing before?

(”Beginner’s luck…”)

I somehow doubt it, but…I cannot say for sure. Shadow stared down at his decreasing erection, frowning a little. I need to clean up. But, one thing is for sure…he is full of surprises.

Still looking down, Shadow straightened himself up in his chair. “If you will excuse me, I need to shower,” he said.

“Got it all ready for you,” Sonic said with a wink.

Shadow glanced up and squinted at him. “How?”

“Speed demon.” He shot him a finger gun and clicked his tongue. “Remember?”

Shadow bit his lip. “Yes.” I do not think I will be able to forget.

#SORRY ABOUT THE SELF INDULGENT KINKY BULLSHIT!!!!!!!

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