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stellar-imagines · 4 years

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NSFW SCENARIO REQUEST: ❝submissive mess.❞

[ Fandom: Boku no Hero Academia ] [ Characters: Amajiki Tamaki ]

「NSFW Scenario with Sub!Tamaki and Dom!Reader where they give him a mind blowing orgaasm.」 [ NSFW under the cut! ]

AMAJIKI TAMAKI

Tamaki always seem to shake and get embarrassed at the mention of sex or something intimate, no matter how many times the two of you do it. When it comes to intimate moments like these, it was always slow and loving but there are times where you get a bit out of hand and he end up a spluttering mess underneath you. Tamaki knows that it's mostly the guy who take over and leads the whole thing but he finds it hot when you take over the reigns. You just love teasing him so much.

You take joy in seeing how red his face can get when you tease him with your hands, slowly running them all over his abdomen before moving downwards. He felt like a pervert who had just been caught peeping and for some odd reason, he quite like the feeling of being completely at your mercy. Honestly, you had him wrapped around your little finger, he gives in a bit too easily. That's how Tamaki finds himself in a very compromising position. And he thought that he could actually enjoy the rest of his day cuddled up with you on the bed until he falls asleep.

The instant he got home, you pounced on him, quite literally. As per usual, you greeted him with kisses and hugs before tugging him towards the dining room to have dinner. Afterwards he took a shower before he sat down on his bed, ready to just lie down with you and sleep. But it seemed like you had other plans in mind. You took the opportunity to sit one of his thighs and shower him with kisses, asking how his day was as you slowly pushed him down onto your shared bed. It's not like he didn't like the attention but he was super embarrassed by your boldness.

Your clothes didn't help him either. Dressed in one of his shirts that was clearly too big for you and the fact that your chest was pressed up against his own was enough to make him flustered. What's more, you shifted around on his thigh where he could feel your clothed pussy rubbing against the his bare skin. You smirked when Tamaki was unable to give you a proper response to your question.

"Aw, is my baby flustered already? Your face is so red." you cupped his cheek, voice dropping down a tone. Tamaki shivers at you low voice and he never knew that he would get so turned on by just hearing your voice up until now.

"B-Because yo-you're pressing against me like this.....!" he managed to squeak out, closing his eyes.

"Pressing how, baby?" you asked sweetly, feigning innocence.

With his eyes closed, he can't see you lean in, but he feels your breath against his neck. Tamaki feels himself shivering in anticipation as you bit onto his neck, followed by you sucking and licking over the patch of skin feverishly. His shivering instantly ceased, replaced by a feeling that he had been struck by lighting. His hands clamped around your thighs instinctively to keep you locked in position. The timid male gently squeezed the tender flesh of your thighs when you leaned back to study the look on his face. You find yourself content at the sight on his face, eyes filled with desperation and lust with burning red cheeks. You changed your position when Tamaki's grip became loose.

You planted yourself directly on his lap, moving so close that you could feel his erection against your clothed arousal. A pleased hum left your lips while Tamaki's eyes fly open, fully aware of his erection. You wrapped your arms around his neck and rolled your hips against his and relished the way he shudders.

"Does it feel good, Tamaki?" you cooed. You didn't stop your movements, swivelling your hips. The friction was too addicting that you can't help but continue. Nudging his legs apart to get a better access, you pressed your crotch against his clothed cock. Through the thin fabric of your panties and his pants, you can feel it growing harder when every single move.

"Hm? What's this? I guess it feels really good, huh?" you teased, running your fingers over hie erection, your fingers were merciless, dancing over his pants and giving him light touches that made him whimper.

"[First Name], this is kind of embarrassing." Tamaki squeaked as he moved his hands to cover his face.

"So you want me to stop?"

"N-No! I didn't say that! Please don't stop...." he voiced out desperately, sitting up straight.

"You're so cute, baby." you knelt in front of him and pushed his legs apart, making space for you to fit in. You quickly got rid of his pants, mildly pleased at the fact he didn't bother to wear any boxers. Tamaki groans when you palm his stiff cock. He felt powerless and like he wasn't in control of his body, as if his entire body was controlled by you. His hips jerked when you encased his cock in your hand, slowly pumping it. You smiled at the sight of his cock, swollen and leaking precum.

"Already so hard, and I can't believe you just wanted to cuddle and sleep like this?" you smirked deviously. Tamaki wants to say something back but he can't when you began to move your hands moving up and down his shaft expertly. His hands fists at the bed sheets as you continued your ministrations. He bit on his lip to contain his moans. Seeing him struggle to hold back made you feel bad and happy at the same time. But seeing the look on his face convinced you that you were doing a good job with pleasuring your boyfriend.

It felt amazing, the feeling of your plan rubbing against him, hitting the right parts that send shivers up his spine. Having you do this to him is a completely different experience, your hands were far softer than his own and you knew how to work your hand. The way he let out small squeaks and moans occasionally makes you motivated.

"You seem to be enjoying yourself." you cooed teasingly.

”You like it when I touch you huh?” you teased.

”Y-Yes.....Aaah—I like it.....”

You continued jerking him of, paying attention to the underside of his cock while you gently massaged his balls. Tamaki moaned when he felt your lips pressed against this tip as your hand moved faster. He moved his hand to your head, gently threading his fingers through your [Hair Color] locks.

“Come on, baby boy. Tell me what you like? Do you like my hands on you,”

”Yes—Aaaah.....! Mngh.....” he tossed his head back when you squeezed the tip of his cock.

"Didn't quite catch that baby, care to repeat that?" you find yourself smirking up at the boy who looked like a deer in headlights. He had this look that clearly said 'Why must you torture and embarrass me this way?' You find yourself smiling mischievously as his mouth hanging open as he struggled to get his words out. He was so close already, holding onto the bed sheets even tighter, trembling furiously as he feels himself

"I-I like it when you touch me—Aaah!" he moaned loud, his back arching when you moved even faster. With how he's reacting, you can tell that he was close. Poor guy is holding onto the sheets for dear life. The sounds coming out form his mouth increase in volume.

"[First Name]—wait! I'm going to cum—please!" Tamaki pleaded when you didn't make any movements to stop your jerking.

"It's okay. Go ahead and cum for me." you tell him.

"I'm gonna gum! I'm cumming!" Tamaki's voice grew louder in volume and it breaks off into a whimper as he squeezed his eyes shut. You kept moving your hand, milking his cock for all it had to offer. It amazed you how his cock throbs and twitches in your hand, releasing thick liquid over your fingers and you finally released your grip while Tamaki blows his load all over your hands. He released a heavy breath after he finally came down from his high. Embarrassed, he hides his face in hands, mumbling something that you couldn't quite catch.

You popped your fingers in your mouth and licked them clean. The bitter taste on your tongue lingered for a while but once you rose up to straddle Tamaki's lap again, you pulled him into a kiss. The flavor faded a little as your tongues danced together. You wonder if he can feel how turned on you were from watching him. You didn't even have to touch yourself to know that you're already wet. Tamaki moans into the kiss when he feels you grinding against his crotch again. You were tempted to take off your panties and get yourself off by riding him. You pushed your entire weight onto the male who broke from the kiss and landed on the bed.

"Bunny? What are you doing?" he squeaked when you hastily got rid of your shirt, leaving you in nothing but a black bra and matching panties.

"You think that I'm just gonna let you have all the fun? Since when did you get so ungrateful, huh?" you playfully narrowed your eyes, asserting your dominance as you forced him to stay down on the bed with one hand pressed against his chest.

"I haven't....." you raised your hips, revealing your wet underwear that was already soiled with your arousal. You had been the one in control but you feel riled up just from watching and the heat building up in your panties was no doubt drenched with arousal. Tamaki never says it but being in this vulnerable position is quite thrilling. He gets to properly look at you at this position, on top of him like some sort of angel.

".....got a chance yet." you smirked.

But your intention were nowhere near as pure as an angel's.

Total: 1669 words Published: 28.04.2020

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kisskissbanggang · 5 years

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Can’t Keep Away

[~2K Words — Jealous!Jaehyun x Female Reader — Smut, Porn with some plot — Rough sex, dubious consent, orgasm denial, panty ripping, ethical grey areas, toxic relationships]

[Angry/Jealous sex with Jaehyun for anon]

You grinned, giddy as you led Mark to your front door. Dating after college really was so much better. You felt empowered to really do things your own way, including setting a pace that would ensure Mark would be back in a couple days, eager to get something done. However, he'd have to wait for you. Until then, you were content having honest relationships where you could talk and hang out and become closer. You'd had relationships like that before, even before you graduated, but it felt so much more gratifying to know that since then, they were all like that. You paused at the door, pressing a sweet kiss to Mark's lips. He was still nearly delirious from how excited he'd gotten in your bedroom.

"You know," Mark laughed, "I don't really have to go back to work tonight. I'll just get fired and we can finally have sex." You playfully pushed him. "Or," you said, "you can be even more satisfied when I'm so ready to get there that I'm suddenly begging for you."

"That sounds good, too. Really good." He pressed a kiss to your cheek before letting himself out your front door, except for the unexpected presence in your doorway barring him from leaving.

Jaehyun, looking stunned, was standing on your front step with his work bag slung over his shoulder and his keys in his hands, as if he were about to open your door. You all took a moment to really let the tension permeate the air. You felt your stomach knot.

"Uhm, honey? I got off work early tonight..." Jaehyun's voice quivered. Mark looked to you, horrified. Before you even had a chance to speak, he was out of your apartment. You could see him clench his fists before running them through his hair, clearly embarrassed and frustrated.

You were livid. Jaehyun slipped off his scarf as he entered your home, backing you up into your entranceway. He bit into the finger of his gloves to ease them off, giggling to himself the whole time. You threw the scarf back at him as he slipped off his jacket and hung it on a hook. Like he belonged here.

"You asshole," you seethed, "how long were you waiting to pull that one?"

"How long have you been with that one?" He quirked his eyebrows at you as he pulled off his other glove.

"We literally just started seeing each other last week."

"And now I'm seeing you tonight." Before you had a chance to retort, Jaehyun stepped forward, closing the space between you. He put a firm hand to your chin, his thumb tracing your bottom lip. You hated him in this moment, but you still felt your lips automatically part for him, your tongue instinctively reaching out to meet his finger. The gleam in his eyes shined and for a moment, you rightfully panicked. He pulled your jaw down, open enough for him to shove his gloves into your mouth. He spun you around, swatting away both your scrambling hands as he bear-hugged you into a lift. You screamed, a muffled plea as you kicked to be put down. He carried you straight to your bedroom and dropped you to the floor. He kicked the door closed behind him and got down to meet you at eye level on the ground. He kissed your forehead and gently helped you back up, carefully pulling the gloves from your mouth. He pulled you close, his warm embrace making you hate how much you missed him. You felt the angry tears stinging your eyes, making your mascara smudge. Jaehyun closed the distance between your lips, but left you in charge of whether or not this was going to happen. As much as you wanted him to leave, you also wanted him to stay. You pressed your lips to his, just as angry with yourself as you were with him.

You brought out the worst in each other. You had met Jaehyun in your last year of college, at your part-time job as a receptionist for a law firm downtown. Jaehyun had come for a job interview. He didn't get the job, but he had gotten your phone number. The relationship was fast and turbulent. You never really sorted out any conflicts, and eventually everything turned ugly. After plenty of broken dishes and desperate make-up sex, you'd had enough. You both graduated, and suddenly Jaehyun was gone. Gone, but not entirely. It'd been almost a year, but you knew he was around, still following you online, still around when he was in town, keeping up with you through friends of friends. You'd had a suspicion that Jaehyun had meddled with some of your possible relationships before, but now you were sure of it. Everything would be great, until every one of them got cold feet. Suddenly they were all afraid of commitment. Now you knew why.

You pushed him away, breaking your kiss. "Why?" You asked him quietly. He stifled a laugh. "Why?!" You pressed again, "Why don't you want me to be happy?"

"Because you're happiest when we do this." He smirked as he closed in on you once again, herding you back towards your bed. He gently but firmly pushed you down, lowering himself to trap your hips under his. He was noticeably hard already. You couldn't tell if your hands clutching his shirt were pushing him away or pulling him closer. He pressed his lips to your neck right below your ear, using every trick he knew to get you to squirm. His hands made quick work of lifting the cute blouse you'd worn to work today, his fingers sliding under your bra to fondle your breasts. You let out a frustrated moan as he nibbled on your neck. He always was the best. You felt your hips involuntarily rock against his. He really was getting you worked up. His hands left your breasts and you could feel him gently, firmly, trace down your tummy down to your core. He pushed your skirt up your thighs and rested his palm against your heat. You instinctively rubbed against him, the wetness between your legs making you yearn for him even more. You knew you needed more, but you knew he'd never learn if you never made him leave. You felt yourself trying to push him off of you as he rubbed you, and he felt it, too. He pulled back, doubting how much he wanted to push you. However, seeing any crack in his tough exterior energized you. Suddenly, you wanted to make him squirm just as badly. You kicked him off and pounced on top of him, straddling his hips. You slipped your blouse off and he immediately reached for your breasts. You smacked his hand away. "Is this what you wanted?" You growled at him. You backed up just enough to get a good handful of him, making him groan and buck against you. You loved this feeling. You quickly undid his belt and released him from his slacks. You stroked him, slow from base to tip just how he liked it. "You wanted someone on your level, didn't you? You wanted the best one you've ever had?" You were far gone by now. He was groaning, loud, thrusting into your hand to try and speed you up, but you've been on this ride before. You bucked his hips back down on the mattress, interrupting his rhythm as you stroked him painfully slow. "You know," you teased, "this is how I touch all the boys now."

You wanted Jaehyun to know how much he hurt you, how much he fucked up your night. The look on his face said he got the message, but it only made him more jealous. He pushed you back enough to kick you off, throwing you off the bed. He stormed over to you, grabbing you by the hem of your skirt as you kicked and struggled, dragging you across the room before propping you up to kneel with your back to your bedroom door. He thumbed your mouth open again as you looked up at him expectantly. You locked eyes as he slid his hot cock down your throat. He knew how much you could take, and he went there. He gripped your hair as he pumped hard into your mouth. You pressed against his thighs, trying to get any room to breathe, and he grabbed your wrists and pinned them over your head. The gagging made tears stream down your face and you fought for air. You knocked twice on the door above you, an old signal from when you used to play like this. He reluctantly backed up, easing out of your mouth and admiring the saliva dripping down your chin. You flashed a wicked smile at him. "If you finish like this," you said, still struggling to pull your wrists away, "it'll be the second load I swallow tonight."

That did it. Jaehyun yanked you up, first by your wrists still in his vice grip, then by a fistful of your hair. You whimpered and laughed at him, knowing how mad you made him. He picked you up and threw you the few steps to the bed. You landed and managed to scramble away from under him, struggling to quickly open your door and stumble down the hall. You didn't even necessarily need him to leave, you just wanted a second for everything to calm down. But you wouldn't get one. You tripped and you felt a swift hand grab your ankle, wrenching you back into him. He shoved your shoulders down so he could unzip your skirt. He threw the garment aside and before you could warn him you heard it. Jaehyun ripped your panties to dip his long fingers into you. You struggled to stop moaning long enough to tell him off for ruining something so expensive, but the chance never came. He knew exactly what he was doing. He pumped his fingers into you, know just what he needed to do to make you cum on your knees right there on the floor. You didn't even fight it. You let him, only, he decided against it. You got right to the precipice when he suddenly pulled out of you. You rolled out and away from him, growling at him all the while. "You son of a bitch," you roared, "you never let me have anything!" You quickly got up and made to lock yourself in the bathroom, something you knew he'd hate, but he saw it coming. He lunged forward and grabbed you by the wrist, pulling you into him before he could pick you up and slam you against the wall with his hips. He picked up your legs so you were wrapped around him. You yelled out, only making him laugh at you again. "Alright, you mean slut, are you still on the pill?" You struggled hard against him, "Yes, you dumb asshole, you know I am."

He buried his face in your neck and you felt his hard cock rub against your entrance. You gasped, just like you did every time he slid inside you. He was done being patient. He wanted what he came here for. He thrust into you roughly, almost growling as he bit into your shoulder. You clutched him tightly, chasing your orgasm. He threaded a hand through your hair and you look at him. "Tell me I'm the best," he groaned, "tell me you missed this." You felt yourself throb around him. "You insecure asshole," you moaned, "you know you are. You know I did. Now the least you can do tonight is make me cum." You both shared an exhausted laugh as he thrust harder into you, sending you over the edge. You nearly screamed, clutching him tighter as he chased his orgasm right behind yours. He rode it out and held you, giving you both a chance to breathe. "I'm sorry," he panted, "I just really wanted to be with you again." You stroked his hair, just like you'd done so many times. Part of you didn't want him to leave, and part of you never wanted to see him again.

[Prologue: Won’t Keep Away]

#cznnet #neowritingsnet #nct smut #jaehyun #jung jaehyun #jung yoonoh #nct jaehyun #nct fanfic #nct imagines

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cnc-hoebayb · 5 years

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We could start off every day with sex n super smash bros

*Smut warning!!

Erick sinnn omg guys im so nervous

Also this isn’t gonna be superrrr explicit like my others just bc this is new territory and a lil different still...

But here it goes, lmk your feedback pls 🙃

“Ew don’t touch meee” Erick whines as you roll over, playfully nudging him with your toes. His eyes are scrunched shut tightly, trying desperately to ignore you. “Pero es la mañanaaaaa,” you fight with him as he pulls the sheets over him and drowns you out with a pillow over his ears.

You can’t seem to find a hole in his little barrier, so you give up with a huff, slumping back onto your pillow. It was your one day off. A day for you to sleep in and relax, but of course you would end up fully energized at 7 am. Erick was no help either, that kid would be asleep for another 3 hours max and there was no way to stop him.

The phone on your bedside table buzzed and maybe it wouldn’t be too bad to just browse social media for a couple hours. Or so you thought...

You click the little Instagram icon and it immediately shuts down. Click again, same thing. You go back and forth between apps, disappointed as each one loads with an error- no connection. “Dammit,” you whisper and notice the icon on the top left of your screen disappeared, WiFi shut down.

The laziness in you kicks up and overpowers the effort to fix it. You look over to Erick, still buried in blankets and sleeping soundly. So trying not to wake him, you remove yourself from the bed slowly, inching your way out as quietly as possible. Feet hit the cold tile beneath you and you bolt over to your closet. Moving a few old jackets and shoes, you find a big box and slide it out next to your tv.

You remove the contents quietly again, making sure to check on Erick every time a sudden noise was made. Tangled chords get plugged into multiple ports and outlets, your desperate attempt to find some entertainment for time being. Once it was all set up, you place the console on the tv stand excitedly, digging through the box one more time for exactly what you were looking for. You insert the game and hop back in bed carefully, controller in hand.

Once you got situated in a comfy spot on the bed, a good distance away from Erick to give him room, you clicked the switch for the tv. The room immediately filled with the blaring music from the theme opening. You scramble for the remote rapidly and smash the button until it was silent. It didn’t work, however, since Erick was already up and facing towards you.

His hair was messy, sleep still in his heavy eyes and with a little baby frown. “Que estas jugando??” He questioned and looked at the screen so obviously plastered with the logo. You shrivel up a little in place, trying to look unknowing but also cute enough to get away with it. “Super smash bros......”

You fail to hold back a playful smile and cover your face with the controller. “Without meee!?” He argues and pushes you away from him. You point at him with the controller in hand, “Erick- estabas durmiendo, déjame en paz im bored.” His pout becomes a little softer, but he sits still with his arms crossed.

Some time passes of him being silent, you watch and wonder what’s running through those sleepy thoughts of his. He lets out a defeated sigh, rubbing his eyes before holding his hand out to you. “A controller,” he starts and yawns in between, “dame.” You hand him the one you were holding and grab the other off the nightstand. He adjust his eyes to the screen and gives you a nod to start it. “Ready to lose?” He jokes, and you lean in.

“Can i have a good luck kiss at least...?” You rest your head on his shoulder and bat your lashes up at him. He perks up quickly, catching himself just as fast, trying to play it cool. “Yea ye, i guess i could share some of my super smash bros skills with you this way.” He turns his head to press a soft kiss on your lips. You take it in while it lasts and run your tongue across your lips right after. Erick goes on and turns his attention back to the tv, ready to play.

But you look up at him and that messy hair, that light cover of stubble layering his chin, his perfect pink lips- and maybe there’s another game you wanna play now.

“Erick,” you say and he responds with a quick “que”, choosing through a long list of characters and not looking back at you. You roll your eyes and say it again, but this time while tugging at his shirt “Eriiickk.” He sets the controller down and turns toward you “queeee??”

You hold him by his jaw and slam your mouth to his, his eyes going wide with surprise. He pulls back a little, not quite sure what to do. You take the controller from him and toss it off the bed, yours following shortly after. His confused look changes up as you assure him of what you want, locking your arms around his neck, laying back and pulling him down on top of you.

“Whoa whoa,” he lets out as he falls over you and begin kissing and nipping at his ear. The tv played on in the back, background game music that sounded ridiculous in this situation. You smile against his skin and he giggles. “Ahora que” he laughs, now starting to kiss all over your neck and face. “La música, it’s funny,” you reply and he stops to listen.

“Guess we just gotta drown it out,” he says and sucks a mark onto your collarbone. Now there’s the gross teenager in him. You fall into his embrace, letting him droop over you lazily as kisses become more sloppy. The heat in your body increases as he takes the initiative to grab your thigh and lift it for him to settle in between.

“Por que eres tan bella en la mañana?..” he mumbles against your ear and it makes your heart flutter a little. His lips slide against your skin in all the right places, knowing exactly where to hit you for these types of moments.

A good amount of time goes by before you’re both ready for the next level. With as great of a kisser he was, you could get caught up in those lips all day. There would be no problem with that on either side too, because Erick definetly felt the same way. But what was happening now was sudden and pure need- a desire that wanted to be addressed immediately. And honestly, mornings like this was one of the times where he was at his hottest to you. So this would be fun.

The now so obvious bulge in his sweatpants grinded between your legs, making you gasp with all the thoughts that started to build in your head. Knowing he never liked to initiate, you part from his lips and squeeze his biceps with intention. “Erick,” you stop mid sentence and he bites his swollen lips while looking right into your eyes. “Grab a condom, I’m ready.” And with the speed of light, he rolls off of you to dig through the bedside drawer, pouncing back over you as he shows off the tiny little package.

You giggle at the goofy excited face he makes and he tears the corner of the wrapping with his teeth. He leans down to kiss you deeply one more time, letting you help pull his remaining clothing off before doing the same with yourself.

His nose rests against yours, pretty little lips hanging open as he slides the condom on, your own hands making their way down to assist. He exhales sharply and interlocks his fingers in yours. “Lista, bebe?” Its quiet and intimate, opposing slightly his normal character. I mean, he was always sweet, but it surprised you to see another side to his sweetness, however many times you’ve seen it before.

“Lista,” your hands massage the back of his neck, right where his hairline starts to fade. He’s slow, gentle, almost to the point where it’s too hard to wait for more. But he was careful with you, and that was always the most important thing.

He bottoms out fast, collapsing over you with a deep breath. “Don’t start losing on me now,” you joke and it helps relieve the tension of the moment, his confidence boosting up again. You guide him with a pace, something you can both handle and work out together, rolling your hips up into his.

His soft groans were actually more like whimpers, never afraid to overcompensate and be too dramatically vocal, he was as natural and amateur as any other boy your guys’ age. You clench onto his arms, arching up at his constant thrusts. The veins in his neck flex slightly and he’s never looked so focused in his life.

Your loud whines match the volume of the still playing video game and the squeaks of the bed frame. Sheets bundled at your feet as he pushes your bodies higher up on the bed, getting that perfect leverage to finish you out. “WhoA-“ you accidentally mutter, the sensation simply emitting your first thought out suddenly, and in a totallyyy not sexy manner.

He smiles wide and it’s almost like he wasn’t literally inside of you right now, because before you know it you’re both giggling at your little slip. Your eyes start to water as you try to keep it together and not break out into a full on laughing fit- Erick above you doing the same. “I couldn’t stop, it just came out,” you justify and cover your face with your hands, all previous movement now at a hold.

“You’re a nerd,” he teases and starts to poke at your hands while pinching and tickling around your face, trying to get you to reveal yourself again. You squeal when he blows a raspberry on your neck, making you wiggle and finally push him away. The both of your laughter fills the air and the mood is so much lighter than before.

You push his hair back and snap back to what was happening before your guys’ fit of laughter. His cheeks are flushed with color and you bring him into a kiss. “I ruined the mood didn’t i?” You smile nervously and he continues to pepper your face with kisses. “No, you made it better” his tongue sweeps along the roof of your mouth with skill and you moan in response.

The rest is frantic- hands pushing and pulling at open skin, hips pounding against one another, muffled noises as teeth bite into soft flesh in pleasure. He mutters a string of broken English, bucking into you roughly. His body spasms and you chase your release shortly after, burying your face into his warm neck.

Your fingers clench into his skin as you come undone, feeling lost in his touch and body. You both start to slow down until he finally rolls from on top of you, plopping onto his pillow. He lays there and it looks like he’s trying to reload back into normal Erick mode.

“You’re weird,” you cuddle up to him to lay your head on his sweaty chest. And like all he needed was the sound of your voice, he turns his head to you and shows off those perfect teeth. “Youre weirder,” he wraps you in his arms and starts to play with your now very tangled hair, “siempre me quieres así en la mañana.”

“You’re not complaining” you snap back and he agrees silently with a single look, fingers still locked in your silky strands. You squeeze him tightly to remind yourself how amazing he is and how lucky you are to have him to yourself. He groans as you squeeze tighter, almost pushing you away. “Oowww,” he squeezes you back to play along.

You release him and kiss his cheek one more time. “Okay can we go back to playing the game now?” Youre already reaching for your controller on the floor, pressing buttons to get it started. “Desnuda???” He almost screams, already halfway through putting his own underwear back on.

“Yea, it’ll distract you more,” you wink at him and press play. “My chance of winning is waaayy better now,”

#im sorry erick #mi bebito lindito #it had to be done i had to do it for me #cnco #cnco imagine #cnco smut #erick x reader #erick brian colon

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ferryboatpeak · 7 years

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more parent trap narry

(last installment here, with links to all earlier content)

As they troop out of Raccoon Cabin, Clare sees Harry on his tiptoes, stretching to catch a paper streamer in the lowest branches of the maple tree. There’s a small mound of the stuff on the ground next to him. He’s been cleaning up already.

“Adam, go help with the tree, you’re the tallest,” she says. “I’ll start on the porch. Mitch, can you grab the bin from inside?”

“Sure,” Mitch says, turning toward the steps.

“Probably wipe the door handle off first,” Clare adds quickly.

While they strip the toilet roll down from the roof, they can hear raucous laughter from Raccoon Cabin. The guitar seems to come out even quicker than usual, and soon Clare recognizes the chorus to Slow Hands.

“That’s funny,” she comments to Alex. “We haven’t heard them do one of Niall’s tunes before.”

“Is he here?” Alex asks. He shinnies up one of the porch supports and starts to claw down the last bits of paper from the edge of the roof.

Clare catches the scraps drifting down to her. “We would have seen him come in, wouldn’t we?”

“Yeah, must be getting here late.”

Harry approaches with an armful of paper. “So that’s Niall’s band next door?” he asks. Clare can’t tell if the casualness of the question is feigned.

“Yeah,” Sarah says flatly, coming around the corner of the cabin with a broom.

“What are they like?” Harry’s bent over the bin, stuffing toilet roll inside, not meeting their eyes.

“Loud drunk Irishmen,” Adam says, on his tiptoes reaching for a scrap of paper still dangling from the tree.

“I don’t think Querelle’s Irish,” Clare points out. Or is he? Suddenly she can’t remember ever having heard Querelle’s accent.

“If he wasn’t before, he might as well be now,” Sarah says. She’s got her foot in the bin, stomping down the pile of paper threatening to overflow.

“Have they been a problem?” Now Clare can tell Harry’s being too casual.

She doesn’t want Harry to think she’s a complainer. “They’re fine,” Clare says carefully. “They just… keep different hours than us.”

Sarah has no such reservations. “They sing until two in the morning. And they’re always so bloody happy about every little thing. Like, it was meatloaf night in the dining hall last week and Jake practically wrote a song about it. They’re driving us crazy.”

“They do seem to… enjoy camp, a lot” Clare adds, politely. The band’s enthusiasm really is kind of charming, when it’s not 2:00 a.m. They keep volunteering to lead the morning flagpole ceremony, with results that -- if not exactly reverent -- are always amusing.

Harry raises his eyebrows and blows out a breath. “Sounds exhausting.”

Clare decides to seize the moment. “They were saying that Niall’s going to be here this weekend,” she says, watching Harry closely for a reaction.

The corners of his eyes tighten the tiniest bit. It’s enough for Sarah to pounce.

“What’s up with you two?”

“I think all of us are enjoying exploring our own paths right now,” Harry says, relaxing into the answer with the ease of long practice.

Sarah’s eyes sharpen. Clare can tell she smells blood. “That wasn’t a band question, Harry, that was a Niall question. What’s going on?”

“It’s fine,” Harry says. He’s biting the inside of his cheek. “It’s just been a while since we’ve talked. We were in a band together, now we’re not. We could all use a little space.”

“Clare could walk out of this band tomorrow and I’d still speak to her,” Sarah insists. “What happened?”

Harry's silent, looking pained. Clare realizes that Adam and Alex and Mitch have all drawn in closer. The five of them are standing shoulder to shoulder, gathered around where Harry’s leaning against a porch support.

Harry straightens up. “Toilets probably aren't in there, are they?” he asks abruptly, gesturing at the cabin door. “Can someone point me in the right direction?”

“Down the path that way, then left,” Adam says. “Watch out for the stall on the end, lock’s busted.”

“You didn't answer the question,” Sarah calls after Harry as he scuttles down the path.

“You can say, ‘He went for a wee, and never came back,’” Harry calls over his shoulder, disappearing into the trees.

Clare looks around at the rest of the band. Mitch looks suspicious. Adam looks pensive. Alex looks indifferent.

Sarah looks calculating. “Look, we’ve got to figure out what’s going on here.”

“You’ve known Harry the longest.” Clare turns to Adam. “Do you have any idea what happened with him and Niall?”

Adam shrugs. “Don’t know a thing. Lou might.”

“Well, it’s not like we can call her,” Sarah paces along the edge of the porch. “I lost reception when we were still an hour away from this hellhole.”

“Hey, maybe there’s wifi somewhere,” Alex pipes up. “Camp director’s office, maybe? We could try to skype her, or email?”

“Yeah, that’s worth a shot,” Sarah says. She stops pacing and balances with her heels hanging over the edge of the porch, bouncing on her toes. “How can we do it without Harry noticing?”

“We’ll sneak out during campfire tonight,” Clare suggests. The possibility of answers, and a few minutes of internet, beats s’mores. “Alex, if the door’s locked, could you get us in?”

Alex holds up his pocketknife. “No problem.”

“Count me out,” Mitch says. “I’m spending campfire with Harry.”

“Good, you can distract him.” Sarah’s back to pacing. “Adam, you want to stay with them? You’re pretty distracting.”

Adam groans. “Do I have to be Mitch and Harry’s third wheel?

“Take one for the team, Ad Blocker,” Sarah orders. “We’ll be quick.”

“Clare, stay with us?” Adam looks at her beseechingly.

“I think I should go with,” Clare says, thinking quickly for some justification. “If we can’t reach Lou, we can at least google, and we’ll cover more ground with three people searching.”

“Fine.” Adam sighs. “But you three owe me.”

Sarah swings herself around the support at the end of the porch, peering around the corner of the cabin down the path to the toilets. “He’s coming,” she hisses back at the band. “Look busy.”

***

Clare sees Niall on the other side of the campfire that night. She tries to get closer, as if mere proximity will provide some insight. But he’s surrounded by his band at all times. Somehow they always manage to be on the opposite side of the fire from Clare and her bandmates and Harry.

When the sun has set and Harry’s occupied with toasting a marshmallow for Mitch, Sarah elbows her. “Let’s do this.”

Clare raises her eyebrows at Alex, who nods. The three of them filter through the crowd around the campfire and prop their marshmallow sticks against a tree at the edge of the woods. As Clare strolls casually along the treeline toward the path to the camp office, the weight of her phone in her back pocket feels strange after two weeks with no connectivity.

Once they’re out of sight of the campfire, they break into a run.

The office is dark. They stop outside the door and turn their phones on. Clare’s old phone comes to life the slowest. “Is there a signal?” she asks.

“Just barely,” Alex says. “I can’t load anything. The network’s called ‘bandcamp,’ though, so it must be right.”

“Can we get in?”

Alex pockets his phone and pulls out his knife, flipping open a slim tool. He probes several angles around the lock before asking, “Do either of you have a bobby pin?”

“Got it.” Clare plucks a pin from her topknot and Alex has the heavy door creaking open a moment later.

The moose head on the wall in the director’s office casts a creepy shadow in the moonlight from the window. By silent agreement, none of them go for the light switch. Clare opens her phone and searches for the wifi network, grateful to find it open and unsecured. She connects, and impatiently watches notifications scroll rapidly down the screen. Alex and Sarah’s phones are doing the same thing, alert tones clashing with each other as they all wait out two weeks of missed calls and unanswered texts and Instagram notifications.

“OK, I’m facetiming Lou,” Clare finally announces. “Sarah, you try Skype.”

Lou doesn’t pick up for either of them. Clare leaves a pleading voice message instead. “Lou, it’s Clare, and Sarah and Alex, at band camp. We don’t have wifi for long so if you could facetime us as soon as possible, we’d really, really appreciate it. Thanks!”

When she hangs up, Sarah and Alex are already deep into googling. “What should I search?” Clare asks.

“Start with just Harry and Niall.” Sarah stabs at her screen with an index finger. “There’s plenty there.”

Clare complies. “Oooh, look how cute they were!” Clicking on the image search results serves her well. It’s hard to believe that the Harry she knows, king of the world in his silk dragon suits, was a tragic teenager in high-tops and a puffer vest. “Look at those baby faces!” she croons.

She scrolls down, and down, and down, over image after image of Harry and Niall. Arms around each other, chins on each other’s shoulders, whispering into each other’s ears...

Next to her, Sarah and Alex are seeing the same thing. “God, look at the way Niall looks at him,” Sarah says.

“So Niall was clearly in love with him,” Alex says. “What’s the big deal? Everyone in the world’s in love with Harry. That wouldn’t mess Harry up.”

“No, no, look at this gif, he looks like he literally wants to eat Niall.” Sarah tips her phone toward Alex.

“I don’t know.” Alex sounds skeptical. “It’s not that different from how he looks at Mitch.”

“Oh, look at this one, Niall’s kissing him!” Clare exclaims. It looks unexpected. There’s... mistletoe, maybe? Harry’s expression is completely delighted. She leans in toward Sarah so they can both see. “Oh, there’s another one, Harry’s kissing him. See, on the shoulder there.”

“So it was mutual,” Sarah says, amazed.

Just then, Clare’s phone vibrates in her hands and facetime opens. “It’s Lou, it’s Lou!” Alex crowds in on her other side and Clare picks up the call while stretching the phone out in front of her to get all three of them in the frame. “Hi, Lou! Thanks for calling.”

Lou’s clearly just woken up. She’s in an old t-shirt and Clare is envious of her perfect bedhead. “Are you guys still at band camp?”

“Ugh, yes,” Sarah groans.

Clare cuts her off; no need to waste time ranting about the indignities of camp. “Hey, Lou, Niall’s here.”

“Is he?” She sounds pleased. “Tell him I said hello. And that he’s the best-looking one.”

“Sure, if we talk to him,” Clare says. She cuts to the chase. “”We’re trying to figure out what happened with him and Harry, do you know anything?”

“What do you mean?” Lou scrubs a hand through her hair, which continues to look perfectly tousled.

“They aren’t speaking to each other, I don’t think.”

“Still?” Lou looks surprised.

“Still?” Clare asks. “How long has this been going on?”

Lou yawns. “They broke up, what, almost two years ago?”

“So they were together!” Clare’s delighted that the pictures weren’t wrong. “Why did they break up?”

“They were young.” Lou waves a hand. “Beyond that, I don’t really know. Harry never really talked to me about it, but I always sort of thought -- “

A key scrapes in the lock. Clare jumps guiltily and shoves her phone into her back pocket. Alex and Sarah do the same. She scans the room for a hiding place, but there’s no time. The three of them are still standing in the middle of the room, caught, when the director flips on the light.

The director holds out her hand, palm up. “Phones, please.”

“What do you mean?” Alex plays dumb.

She rolls her eyes. “I know you’re in here chasing wifi. Come on, give me your phones.”

“None of us have phones,” Sarah lies sweetly.

Right then, Lou’s voice projects loud and clear from Clare’s pocket. “Clare? You guys still there? You went dark just now.”

The camp director raises her eyebrows at Clare and wiggles the fingers of her still-outstretched hand.

Clare fishes her phone out reluctantly. “Bye, Lou, thanks,” she calls as she disconnects the call and deposits it in the camp director’s hand.

“You too.” The director looks at Alex, then at Sarah.

“Fine,” Sarah says through gritted teeth, relinquishing her phone. Alex follows suit.

“You’ll get these back at the end of camp,” the director says. “Now get on back to the campfire.”

The three of them exchange guilty looks as they hustle out the door and back down the path. “Goddammit,” Sarah swears. “We barely learned anything, and we lost our phones to boot.”

“Sarah, we learned everything,” Clare objects. “They were in love.” She thinks back on the photos, years and years of Harry and Niall by each other’s sides, draped over each other’s backs.

“So now we know,” Alex says. “What difference does it make?”

Clare doesn’t really have an answer, but it has to make a difference. It has to mean something. “Can’t we do anything about it? If they just talked…” Clare trails off as they blend back into the crowd around the campfire, not knowing what they can do, but certain, somehow, that they have to do something.

#narry #parent trap au #clare uchima #sarah jones #alex salibian #ad blocker #hitch #the potatoes #louis querelle #i stg capture the flag is coming next #i know i've said that a few times #but this really was the last necessary bit of exposition #there's enough of this now that i should upload to ao3 #gladly accepting suggestions for a title #fic

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OH RIGHT YEAH I FINISHED PERSONA 5 ON SUNDAY

first i’m gonna say stuff that isn’t spoilers, and then after i’m done with that i’ll put spoilers under a cut. (at least, plot spoilers- there’s going to be details on the game in general, so if you haven’t played it yet and want to go in blind, hurry and scroll past this)

It’s good. It’s really very very good and improves on previous Persona games in... I think every possible dimension, except for how in this one every single female social link is romanceable, including the adults, including your teacher, um, hey??? Don’t???

Using personas as shadows was a really good move- the masked shadow designs from Persona 3 really fit that game’s aesthetic and had a whole unified design language, but they were sort of out of place in Persona 4 and would have been very out of place in P5. It was a savvy move both from a saving-on-art perspective, and from an aesthetic perspective- they were free to pick and choose from their huge library of persona designs to populate the palaces with thematically appropriate bad dudes. And, of course, as a fan of the series, it was fun going up against personas I’d used in previous games as enemies, and applying that knowledge to get an edge in combat.

The social stats system, where you have to grind up smarts and courage and charm and stuff in order to unlock things? Still terrible. Still a huge drag on the pacing and the game would have been way better without it. Hated it. But, it was slightly better than in P4, because social link activities often give you points in your social stats in addition to s.link points, so you don’t always have to choose between one or the other. Not that having the system at all wasn’t still bullshit, but it was ameliorated by some smart design decisions.

Speaking of social links- every single link, this time around, provides mechanical bonuses as you rank up. It’s not just a matter of, okay, I get an extra level on personas of this arcana- investing in social links provides a huge array of quality-of-life improvements. Getting extra time in the day, unlocking special moves in combat, letting you rearrange your party on the fly, improving your stealth in dungeons... it’s not just your immediate party members who are empowered by s.links.

Your crew is constantly having conversations in a group chat on your phone, and it really does a lot to make you feel connected to them- you have whole-group interactions on a daily basis, without having to meet up in person or have plot contrivances to justify it. That little touch (I say “little”, but it’s a big undertaking in terms of volume of writing) did a lot to make me care about the team as a whole.

EVERY PART OF THE GAME IS STYLISH AS FUCK AND THE MUSIC IS GREAT AND IT LOOKS AMAZING AND I WAS CONSTANTLY SUPER PSYCHED ALL THE TIME, THE HYPE IN THAT AREA WAS NOT A LIE, THAT’S ALL I NEED TO SAY ON THE MATTER

In general, it kind of made a show of departing from previous Personas, while really sticking pretty close to the formula overall. The main improvements were in the dungeon-crawling stuff- fixed-layout palaces with loads of cool setpieces and puzzles, stealth mechanics that made sneaking up on enemies engaging (except when the dang hiding spots restricted your camera for absolutely no good reason, dammit, i can literally reach out and touch this shadow’s toe and i can’t lock onto it from here??? fuck off), and cool faux-platforming sections.

anyway, PLOT SPOILERS (spoilers: the plot is good):

So, dang. The big thing that bugged me about Persona 4′s plot was “hey, so, you could at any time just go to the police, show them that you can go into TVs, and explain using the easily demonstrated evidence that the killer is using the magic TV world to do murders”. It made zero sense- particularly because the protagonist was living with a senior police detective. The usual “oh, they’ll never believe us” angle is nonsense in the face of how you can totally prove it no problem.

Persona 5 neatly sidesteps this by putting the protagonist on probation, and making the core group a bunch of Phantom Thieves, and oh shit yeah actually making the cops the bad guys- so of course you keep all this stuff secret and don’t just let the authorities sort it out. YOU WOULD GO TO JAIL. (In fact, you do go to jail, as the flashback framing device points out early on.)

And speaking of this framing device: holy shit the clever plan for how you get out of that situation is genius. When the protagonist gets shot directly in the head and the bad guy checks the head wound to confirm that he is in fact dead? That looks pretty damn final until you remember that hey, realistic fake people are totally a thing and have been substantially involved in the plot this whole time, and of course if the police believe you’re in a cell then there’ll be a cognitive duplicate of you in the police’s cognition. There were so many layers to that plan that, in retrospect, didn’t seem like unrealistically risky gambits. No shit, it worked perfectly! It was a really fucking clever plan!

I’ll be honest: I didn’t exactly see Akechi coming. At first I saw him coming- like, okay, who’s going to be the traitor? We know there’s a traitor- I wonder if it’s the guy who we know works for the police, and has been trying to capture us? It was way too obvious, and so- while I kept him as my first guess, in acknowledgment of that obviousness, I was ready to pounce on any alternative explanation. (My secondary hypothesis was that I hadn’t been betrayed at all, and that the cell was in the Metaverse and the whole thing was a fiendishly elaborate setup. So, in a way, I was double right? While being, in fact, completely wrong.)

I caught the pancakes thing, but I didn’t put two and two together with his explanation- I knew he had to already be a persona user because of it, but when he confessed “I’m actually already a persona user”, I didn’t think too closely about the timeframe he presented- his claim that it had been recently, during our Okumura Foods heist. Or- well, I sort of considered that, but wrote it off as “maybe he misheard “cakes” as “pancakes” the same way Ann originally misheard “pancakes” as “cakes”. His thing on TV where everyone was blaming the Phantom Thieves, but he was like “actually, I think it might be someone else” threw me off the scent entirely.

(i also suspected Mishima, at least until i got further into his social link and he became less of a disaster area)

The Igor twist fucking ruled super hard. I thought it was kind of eerie that they introduced “Shadows are Personas, and they talk like people do, and are alive” at the same time as “hey, let’s do fusion with GRUESOME EXECUTIONS”, and I did think “wow, this doesn’t sound like how Igor should sound at ALL, but I guess I’m going to have to get used to it.” That said- I get that it would have taxed the art budget, but they really should have phased out the guillotines and gone back to the tarot card stuff once Lavenza and real!Igor came back into play. It was weird that they had the open door, but put an invisible wall in front of it, too- like, I guess they planned to revamp the Velvet room after that twist, but ran out of time?

The final fight was kind of eh. Big marathon against a god with multiple limbs and a lot of health, and then he kills you but your social links give you strength and your persona turns into a bigger cooler persona (although and you win the fight good. Kinda boilerplate Persona final boss there- but not as disappointing as I assumed the final boss was going to be, because with Igor I ♪ never saw it comiiiiiing ♪ and thought Shido was the big bad, which would’ve been kind of anticlimactic. The whole bone bridges full of angels situation in the leadup, though, was pretty damn rad.

Let’s see what else. Sojiro Sakura is best dad, Hifumi Togo is best girl, Morgana is best cat, Akechi’s little foot dance thingy after all-out attacks is more adorable than he deserves to be, and Becky Kawakami deserves a god damn vacation.

I’ll probs have more P5 opinions to say later?? It was a VERY VERY good game that I liked a lot, tenouttaten.

#persona 5 #persona 5 spoilers #p5 tag #p5 spoilers

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