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Lunar Violence (jjk)

Summary: You’re not a big fan of your best friend’s favorite band, Lunar Violence. Their werewolf gimmick makes you roll your eyes, even if the music isn’t too bad. When she drags you to a concert just as the blood moon rises, though, everything changes.

Warnings: werewolf sex, possessive behavior, choking, knotting, marking, heats and ruts so whatever consent issues you feel are within that realm, unrpotected sex, werewolf dick, abo dynamics

Word Count:7445

Rating: Explicit

You're not normally a fan of gimmicks, particularly with your music. So when your best friend begs you for a solid week to go with her to this concert, you're wary when you do a simple Google search.

Lunar Violence might be the dumbest fucking name for a band you've ever heard, but they certainly seem like they're going for a certain vibe. You'd definitely have been into it when you were a teen, the fake fangs, the facial piercings and torn leather pants, the howling they do at the ends of some of their songs.

The music itself isn't bad, the lead singer is stupid hot and has a smooth low tenor and bedroom eyes.

You flip through only a few of the member pictures before making a decision based on the fact that they're good eye candy, at least.

Your friend Jia jumps up and down excitedly when you tell her and shows you the signs she's made. She's got a thing for the one they call Happy, a lean bassist who has a bright smile and a sexy glare.

"What are with these names? The seven dwarfs? I think they're mixing metaphors."

Jia snorts. "They call the drummer Baby because he's the youngest. It’s not that dumb and the music is really good, you’ll love it, I promise!"

"This is so dumb. You owe me."

"If I get close enough to Happy to make eye contact I'm gonna make him mine and then I'll give you anything you want." Jia says determinedly.

It’s a few weeks before the concert, so you find yourself listening to a few albums and actually getting pretty excited about it. It should be a fun time, get you away from the stress of your every day life, at the least.

You had no way of knowing that the night of the concert would complicate your life tenfold.

“Do we always have to schedule concerts around rutting season?” Namjoon whines after hitting yet another wrong chord on his guitar.

“It’s the best part about this job!” Hoseok grins.

“I can’t fucking concentrate being horny all the time, I agree with Joon,” Yoongi agrees, banging his forehead down on the keyboard.

“Should have called you Horny rather than Lucky,” Seokjin snorts, and Hoseok laughs so hard he nearly knocks over his bass guitar.

Jungkook watches them with a fond smile on his face, his brothers. Not by blood, of course but being the only werewolves in the city made them have an instant connection and camaraderie, and they’d created a pack pretty quickly. The music had come later, they’d all been interested in it, all had some talent and all been blessed with good looks, and after that it was only a matter of who did what and stage names.

Kim Seokjin, with his regal looks and sharp jaw: Prince.

Min Yoongi, with the scar over his left eye he’d gotten scrapping with a grey wolf in the woods behind his house in Daegu as a pup: Lucky.

Jung Hoseok with his easy smile and eager nature: Happy.

Kim Namjoon, always so serious and intelligent: Beethoven.

Park Jimin, with his pretty face and sneaky smirk: Sly.

Kim Taehyung with his sweet nature and affectionate personality: Honey.

Finally, Jeon Jungkook, because he'd been barely old enough to breed when they'd met: Baby.

"Baby hasn't had his first rut yet, yeah?" It's Jimin, smirking, always giving Jungkook grief about something.

Jungkook narrows his eyes and chucks a drumstick at him but it's no use, Jimin catching it in one band and twirling it like a goddamn baton. Jungkook would say Jimin was graceful if he hadn't seen him fall off about a dozen barstools and half a dozen stages, sober even for the latter.

“Kinda late, isn’t it?” Seokjin speaks up, and Jungkook knows he’s teasing but it stings a little, nonetheless.

“He’s only just turned 23. You were two weeks from your 23rd before you ever popped a knot, hyung, or have you forgotten?” Namjoon snarks, and Jungkook snickers as Seokjin makes a face, that vein on his neck pulsing just a bit.

He shouldn’t laugh, they’re just as likely to come to blows during the beginning of a rut and in a full moon cycle, but he can’t help himself

Yoongi, as usual, manages to keep the peace by offering to order pizza and foot the bill, a truly saintlike act since they could go through a pizza each, as hot as their temperature would be running by now.

Jungkook doesn’t say that he’s had a knot for two years now, the very thought of his hyungs knowing that makes him blush so much he hides it by wiping his face with a towel, pretending to have been sweating.

Truly, he should have had a rut by now, triggered by all the pheromones' from the shows they’d been doing, this tour had been particularly rough due to the upcoming blood moon, at least for all the other boys, and it isn’t as if Jungkook hasn’t mated, of course, but a full rut? Not even the hint of it. It worries him, but Namjoon keeps assuring him that everyone gets there in time, people are just different.

Taehyung had been a late bloomer himself, not starting his first rut until he met and fell in love with his girlfriend, a short feisty redhead he’d met after a hand injury from stringing his bass guitar and slicing his palm open. She’d been a nurse who scolded him for not coming in sooner and it’d been almost instant, her green eyes triggering every wolf thing about him, or at least that’s how he tells it, all wide eyed and dreamy.

She’s a near constant in Taehyung’s hotel rooms now, sometimes riding along on the tour bus, but he doesn’t let her into anymore of the concerts even when she pouts, because human mates around a group of wolves around rutting season can be a dangerous time.

Taehyung is one of the gentlest wolves Jungkook knows, but he’d seen him snarl when Yoongi so much as winked at the redhead near a rut, so it’s probably for the best.

Anyway, Jungkook wasn’t worried (much). He’d find his true mate eventually, but probably not at a concert. Maybe he’d start his rut there, at least, around the full moon. He’d never have imagined that he’d find both.

The crowd is nice enough, although they seem a little feral. Some of these girls have signs that should be x rated, but you're not one to judge, especially since you've never actually….done anything too x-rated.

You feel a little strange when you enter the concert venue and you can’t quite put your finger on it. You shrug and blame it on the strong drink your friend had made you chug before you entered since she couldn’t finish it all herself.

It’s like there’s something living under your skin, some rush like heat, and it makes you feel antsy, ready to dance along to the music or at least laugh at your friend losing her mind next to you.

There’s a lot of gimmick to the concert and it’s bright and dark at the same time near the stage. You’d swear you’d seen the guitarist strum with no pick, with a sharp claw instead, but you’re sure it’s makeup, part of the show. They’re wearing contacts, too, you’re pretty sure, and the music is good, your friend isn’t wrong.

The song you’d heard that you’d like is actually their encore song, heavy on the bass and drums, and the lead singer even makes your skin feel hot a little when he makes eye contact and winks at you. The last solo the lights come down on the drummer, he’s on the back stage so all you can see is his long hair bouncing, the flex of his admittedly impressive biceps as he finishes the song.

You’ve been jumping up and down and singing along so much that you’re sweating and feeling a bit dizzy, so you drag your friend out the back alley while she’s still swooning, having gotten a direct smile from her favorite bassist.

“Did you see him? He looked right at me! We’re in love, Y/n. Do you want to be my maid of honor?” She’s babbling when you hear the click of a lighter next to you.

There’s people milling about, it wasn’t exactly a sold out show but there was a decent crowd, and people are now piling into the bar next door.

“Did you like the show?”

When you turn your head you’re shocked to see that it’s the lead singer, a couple strands of his silver hair falling over his eye as he smiles at you.

“Oh. Oh, yes, I liked it very...very much,” you stammer. He’s even more handsome up close. Those are some really good contacts, you can’t tell they aren’t real at all, even though surely no one’s eyes are a violet color like that.

“Sly!” Your friend screams, and you jolt forward, surprised.

The singer’s hand lights on your shoulder and you look down. You have time to think that they must make great money for these expensive special effects because they sure do look like claws before your friend rushes past you, yelling because Happy had come out the back with the rest of the band.

There’s no mob or anything, maybe a dozen people other than you and Jia, but it makes you a bit anxious nonetheless, especially since you’re still feeling just as antsy, hot and dizzy as you were before.

It might be worse, actually, as you stand outside in the moonlight.

“Sly’s just my stage name.” His voice sounds softer, closer to your ear as he leans in. “You can call me Jimin.”

“O-okay,” you stutter, unused to feeling this way. You’re usually more outgoing, talkative, but it feels so strange. You find yourself looking up at the sky as if looking for the moon.

It’s better, once you’re inside the bar, there’s not as much of a crowd and you’re sitting at a big table with Sly...Jimin, you remind yourself, and Jia and Happy, who seems to fit his name well, laughing open and loud with your best friend as if they’ve known each other forever.

After a few hours and a couple of drinks you’ve lost most of that antsy feeling since being indoors, and you and Jimin vibe well, becoming fast friends. You’re both flirty and talkative after getting to know each other, and your mood is lifted from the concert, the alcohol, and the socialization.

You even laugh about calling their gimmick dumb as they dodge questions about where they get their makeup and accessories. You assume it’s some kind of sponsorship situation or contract, not thinking much of it.

You manage to excuse yourself long enough to look for the bathroom, although Jia abandons you since she’s made her way into Happy’s lap, wrapping her arms around his neck and with a blissful smile you’re not sure you’ve ever seen on her.

There’s someone standing in the hall and it’s a narrow hallway and he’s pretty wide from the back so you stumble a little when you turn, placing a hand on the wall.

“Oh, excuse me!” You say, brightly, but when he turns you gasp, a little surprised by the bright red of his eyes before you realize it’s another member of Lunar Violence.

“Hello,” he says, quietly with a little smile and he has these prominent front teeth that are pretty cute, make him look a lot less intimidating, despite those contacts and an eyebrow piercing and his size.

“Oh, hello! You’re…”

“Baby,” he blurts, and it makes you giggle.

You feel a little tipsier than you’d realized, and you guess it must be since you’ve been sitting down for an hour or so and just gotten up.

He puts a hand over his face, embarrassed. “My name is Jungkook,” he explains. “I’m the drummer?”

It’s cute how his voice pitches up into a question, as if you wouldn’t recognize him. He’s definitely a bit more modest than the other two members you’d met, with Jimin and Happy (who you’d just learned also goes by Hoseoki), bragging about tours and performances.

“Pretty big for a baby,” you tease, and he makes an embarrassed sound in the back of his throat.

“I keep trying to get them to let me change it,” he mutters.

You introduce yourself and he smiles again, and his eyes aren’t as red as you’d thought at first, anyway, maybe it’s just the light. You brush past him as you continue to the bathroom after excusing yourself, and it’s a little zing through you, like static electricity.

It takes you longer in the bathroom than it usually would, that last drink really must have packed a punch, and when you return to the table Jungkook is sitting there, too, next to your empty chair. Jimin looks a little sullen and pouty, but he smiles at you, those violet eyes crinkling up at the corners, and you give him a bright smile back.

Jungkook, on the other hand, is all energy, jiggling his leg and tapping his fingers on the table and Hoseok seems to be watching him intently.

The atmosphere in general seems to have changed, and after exchanging numbers with everyone with the urging of Jia, you two excuse yourself.

The three men walk you outside and Jimin is close while Jungkook hangs back. You imagine Jimin is so close since you mentioned feeling a bit dizzy and he asks you twice if he can call you a car but you tell him that the fresh air will do you good.

It’s funny, the moonlight seems to energize you a bit. When Jimin leans in to kiss you on the cheek, you jump a little at a sound behind you, something like a bark.

Jimin jolts back a little, eyes widening, and you both laugh at your nerves.

“Stray dog,” you remark, and Jimin snorts.

“Something like that.”

Namjoon pinches the bridge of his nose. “So what exactly the fuck happened after I left?”

Jimin is sullen on the couch, arms crossed over his chest with a busted lip and Jungkook is sitting next to Hoseok on the floor on the other side of the hotel room with tissue up his nose, Hoseok tilting his head back.

“Baby is about to go into rut,” Taehyung sings, laughing, his girlfriend draped over him on the bed drowsily, his teeth marks littering her neck and throat.

“Don’t,” Yoongi warns. “Everyone’s just wound up. Full moon is in two days, after all, cut him some slack.”

“Sees one girl he likes and suddenly no one else can talk to her,” Jimin complains, gingerly working his tongue across his lip ring to see if it’s torn.

“You tried to kiss her,” Jungkook growls, and Hoseok pushes on his chest to keep him from getting up.

Jungkook can’t explain why his wolf wanted to rip Jimin’s throat out when he leaned in to kiss you, he’d just met you, didn’t even know your last name, but it was visceral, sudden, something crawling up his throat. He’d almost moved forward to do it before Hoseok said his name, sharply.

“We all get a little possessive about potential mates around the full moon,” Namjoon reasons. “But that’s not the way to handle it, Jungkook.”

Jungkook hangs his head and removes the tissue from his nose with a shake of his head. “I’m sorry, hyung.” He looks over at Jimin but he means it for Namjoon. He’s still bitter, somehow, about Jimin’s hand on your lower back, his lips brushing your cheek. It makes his head feel fuzzy, his guts roll.

Namjoon, on the other hand, had been the one to “discover” Jungkook, back when he had no idea why his eyes were starting to change color with the moon cycles or why his nails grew out like claws. He’d started learning percussion just to get rid of some of the energy he had around those times, and he’d been 17 when Namjoon approached him in a music store when Jungkook was looking into buying cymbals.

Jungkook had been abandoned when he was a baby, adopted at four years old and he had no idea about his wolf lineage, or even that they existed, until Namjoon explained it to him.

“Jungkook doesn’t know his lineage,” Namjoon reminds them all. “He might just be presenting as an alpha, that’s a lot around the full moon, Jimin, you remember.”

Jimin grumbles something under his breath and Jungkook has to take a deep breath through his nostrils, smelling iron from their scuffle earlier, in order not to lunge across the room and hit him again.

Eventually, Jungkook has to move to his own room despite usually bunking with Jimin, and he finds himself unable to sleep, staring at the ceiling. He keeps seeing your bright smile, your curls bouncing around as you talked and laughed, mostly at Jimin, and it makes him stiffen to think of how Jimin had met you first.

Why did it matter, anyway? You’re just a person, just like he is, just a girl, and he doesn’t have the best track record with talking to girls, anyway. You’d been in the front row, with your friend who Hoseok had gotten so smiley about, he’d seen you just before he started his set, his vision clearer around the full moon.

The others laughed at him for how he talked about “the wolf,” as if it wasn’t a part of him, as if it wasn’t who he was, but that’s how it had always felt. He just hadn’t had a name for it until he’d met Namjoon. It was like this thing, inside him, this beast, something that clawed and scratched to get out.

Seokjin keeps telling him that he’s fighting the wolf, that’s why he hasn’t gone into rut or popped his knot, that’s why he feels so achy and fidgety around the moon cycles, that’s why he hasn’t shifted. Namjoon would always respond there was no way to know that but Seokjin just rolled his eyes.

“Aish, I’m your hyung, listen to me. I fought mine, too, when I was young, and when I shifted I broke a few bones. You should give in, let it ride in the front seat once in a while.”

Jungkook had nodded at the time but now, he doesn’t know how to do that. Drumming helped, it was a lot of work and energy expelled and it felt like he could let him out, the wolf, just a little. It’s why he’d gotten so big, staying active and lifting weights was something the wolf liked.

The wolf came sometimes when he masturbated, too, when he’d feel particularly worked up around the full moon, after a concert, sweaty and rolling his hips into his hand.

When he tries it after meeting you, he can’t even finish, ending up panting and sore, the wolf still snarling over the memory of Jimin’s lips barely brushing across your cheek.

Surprisingly enough, it’s Jungkook who texts you first. Wanna go for a drink?

You’re not sure whether to say yes at first, you’ve been feeling so strange. You can barely sleep, your skin feeling hot, as if you’d burned yourself with a too hot shower. You think about that night at the concert a lot, Jimin’s violet eyes, Jungkook’s almost red ones, how odd you’d felt.

You would have talked to Jia about it but she’s been abducted by the werewolf band, apparently, you’ve barely seen her in a week and when you had she’d been littered with hickeys and with a big goofy smile.

Part of you wonders if this is all some sex ring cult but she seems happy, jubilant even, so you agree, meeting Jungkook at a downtown bar.

He’s there before you arrive, you can see him through the window sitting at a table, looking wide and a bit intimidating until he lifts his head and smiles at you with a little wave.

His eyes are a warm brown now, pretty and wide, you’re able to notice the shape more without the contacts.

Jungkook is still all energy, maybe that’s just how he is, talking to you more and more as the nights go on and you two share a pitcher of beer, scooting his chair closer. You find he flushes a pretty rose when you flirt with him and can’t stop laughing when he nearly falls out of his chair when you prop your legs up in his lap.

By the end of the night he can’t stop smiling at you and you’re intrigued, moreso than you’d imagined you would be when you’d first met him, smiling shyly at you at the bar near the concert. You start to feel funny again, your head fuzzy, probably from the alcohol.

When you tell him, he’s all wide eyed concern.

You giggle. “Now I know why they call you Baby.”

He huffs a little.

He walks you outside just as he did before but this time he doesn’t hang back, and when you reach the alleyway, he places a hand on the swell of your hip as you take a few deep breaths of the night air.

You’re surprised, laugh a little until you look up into his eyes. You’d swear they looked red tinged again, but surely it’s just the beer.

“Not a baby,” he murmurs, moving closer, pressing you up against the brick with his body, and you hitch in a breath.

“No?” You ask, boldly trailing your finger along his collarbone through the black tshirt he’s wearing.

He shakes his head, leaned down close enough to your face that his nose brushes yours.

“Prove it,” you tease, and he makes this rumbling sound in the back of his throat that makes goosebumps break out across your flesh.

He leans down further, nips at your lower lip, and you moan, body surging forward toward his as if it was made to fit it. You’re not sure if you kiss him or he kisses you, but his tongue is in your mouth, his hands on either side of your head, caging you in.

You feel hot all over, dizzy in the most pleasant way, at least until he pulls away, gasping.

You whine, a sound you don’t think you’ve ever made before, when he’s not touching you anymore.

“I’m sorry,” he gasps. “I’m sorry. I should go.”

He’s gone before you can even gasp out another whine of his name, and the moonlight on your skin burns instead of cools.

Jungkook tells this story in a burst to his bandmates the next day, hungover with his head pounding.

“You just left her there?” Jimin says, his face shocked, and Jungkook feels the wolf make a growl start at the back of his throat.

Namjoon puts a hand on his shoulder and it turns into a whine instead.

“I’ve never felt him that close, hyung. Right at the surface. I wanted to…”

Namjoon and Seokjin meet eyes above Jungkook’s lowered head.

Jimin catches it. Jimin catches everything, it’s one of the best and worst things about him.

“What? You think…” Jimin laughs. “No. She can’t be his.... She’s not a wolf, I would’ve smelled it when-”

Jungkook surges out of his seat, a deep growl rumbling from his chest. “When what, Jimin?”

Jimin’s eyes glow a pale violet as he snarls back, uncaring that Jungkook towers over him.

In the end, Namjoon and Seokjin have to separate them physically as they bark and snarl at each other.

Hoseok and Taehyung are missing, having holed up to ride out their ruts with their human mates instead of the house the seven share.

Yoongi huffs out a breath. “He’s definitely presenting as an alpha.”

“No shit,” Namjoon barks, unusually on edge.

Yoongi, Seokjin, and Taehyung are the betas of the group, and until now there had only been a slight difference among the bandmates despite their different rankings.

Alpha pheromones were stronger and their senses were more heightened around rutting season, particularly for other mates.

In the end, they have to completely change how they house themselves, with Jimin sharing a room with Yoongi, and Jungkook sharing with Seokjin.

“I’m sorry, hyung,” Jungkook says miserably, his wolf finally calmed as he sits down on the bed.

“It’s not your fault,” Seokjin says, voice much less harsh than Namjoon’s had been earlier when he’d scolded him. “I saw Namjoon during this time, and it wasn’t easy.”

Jungkook looks up at the elder with wide eyes. “Really?”

Seokjin snorts and nods. “Yeah, around the full moon he was unbearable, snarling at everything.”

“I just didn’t want to scare her or...or hurt her...I wanted to put her against the wall and…” Jungkook trails off, embarrassed.

Seokjin only smiles and ruffles Jungkook’s hair. “That’s normal too, Baby. You wouldn’t have hurt her, especially if it’s what we think it is.”

“What...what does that mean?”

Seokjin shakes his head. “Something you gotta work out on your own.”

Jungkook groans and flops down on the bed as Seokjin laughs, heading downstairs to make dinner while things are calm.

He has trouble sleeping again, but this time instead of wondering why, he knew, could almost feel the soft skin of your hip on his palm like it was still there, how you’d moaned into his mouth, whined for him.

Jungkook isn’t sure there’s a cold enough shower to help.

You can’t seem to sit still as the full moon nears, feeling like you might jump out of your skin. You can’t count the number of friends you’d called but no one seems up to going out. You bite your lip while looking at Jungkook’s contact on your phone screen.

If you think about it long enough, you can still feel the way he pressed against you, how the hair on the nape of your neck stood up when he nipped at your lip, how hot you’d felt, how wet…

You sigh and scroll up, seeing Jimin’s name instead. Jimin had been fun to be with the night you’d met, easy to talk to, less….intense. And he didn’t make you feel like you were about to crawl out of your skin, so you ask if he wants to meet up for a drink.

It’s late, by the time you decide, and the moon is out, waxing toward fullness. There’s only a tiny sliver remaining, big in the sky, and you can’t stop looking up at it as you walk to the bar near your house.

You’d chosen it because it’s close and not because it’s where hot drummer Jeon Jungkook, also known as Baby, had pressed you against an alley wall and made you almost…

Jimin jolts you out of your thoughts, calling your name and waving as you approach the door. He’s leaned against the doorjamb, giving you a smirk and you think now you understand why they call him Sly.

It makes you smile and again, you vibe well with him, you get along in the best way, conversation is easy and you don’t feel gooseflesh or your hair stand up when he brushes his fingers against yours.

Jimin knows he’s playing with fire when he replies to your text, but they don’t call him Sly for nothing, and you’re interesting, for a human. He’s only met one other female wolf, a tall and feisty woman with a sharp tongue and the most beautiful brown eyes, but she’d had a mate and well...things hadn’t ended well.

Jungkook thinks of his wolf as this separate entity but Jimin disagrees, let’s his wolf do what it wants, so that all the bad things he feels have some kind of outlet. This was especially so after he’d lost his brown eyed wolf girl, so he invites you back to the house, knowing that Jungkook will be at the gym all night before the full moon tomorrow.

In fact, all of the others will be out, finding fun of their own, and why shouldn’t Jimin do the same? It isn’t as if Jungkook has marked you, or even can, since you’re human.

Your eyes aren’t quite the same shade of hers, but he can pretend.

Jungkook works out until his muscles ache but nothing can shake this feeling he has, like something’s wrong. When he leaves the gym even the moon looks off, as if it’s dimmer than it should be, and something’s pulling him home, like this tug in his gut. It feels like it used to as a kid in his first foster home, when he’d get so anxious he’d climb onto the roof and stare up at it.

He’s almost running as he gets closer, feeling his skin prickle as he gets to the house, his wolf so close to the surface he can feel the fur that isn’t there yet standing up on the back of his neck.

He smells Jimin first, wrinkling his nose at the alpha pheromones, and when he walks upstairs it isn’t as if he decides to let the wolf take over, or struggles with it - it’s instant.

You’re standing in the hall, head tilted up, and Jimin is leaning against the wall, smiling down at you, and when you lean up to just softly brush your lips against Jimin’s, Jungkook’s heart nearly leaps out of his chest, and the wolf barks, loud and warning.

You turn, surprised, and Jungkook doesn’t think, doesn’t act, it’s all wolf. He grabs you by your waist, hefts you up over your shoulder, and begins to walk you to his room.

Jimin protests and Jungkook growls over his shoulder, daring him to try something. Later, Jungkook is glad his friend didn’t follow, because he isn’t sure that he could have held the wolf back.

You kick and yell and beat on his back and Jungkook doesn’t realize what he’s done until he’s plopped you down on his bed, crawling toward you.

You kick him in the chest and it barely registers. You stand up and that’s when he snaps back to himself, at least to a degree.

"Don't leave. You can't leave." It's panicked, his voice, higher pitched almost like a whine.

"I can do whatever I want," you snap.

He makes this sound between a whine and a snarl and it's startling, strange, and you stop at the door.

"I know that! I know, but he doesn't!"

"He..." you turn to look at him and he's trembling, head down, and you step closer, worried. "Baby, what do you mean?"

Jungkook just stands there, still trembling, until you reach out to touch his hair, gently. "He thinks he owns you, that you're his, that no one else can touch you." He explains, almost in a whisper.

"Who is he?" You ask slowly.

He raises his head slow and you gasp when you look into his eyes, instead of a warm brown this burnt amber, red hued.

"The wolf."

You stand there, blinking in surprise, for a long moment before actively telling your feet to move to the door. Unfortunately, your brain seems to have some kind of disconnect to your limbs, because you just step even closer, lean in and inhale along his neck, this scent of sweat and the iron of the weights he’d been lifting washing over you.

Rationally, you know that you should be shocked, horrified, even, that werewolves are real and you’re apparently standing in a house full of them but all you can do is run your tongue along the vein in his throat and Jungkook is trembling all over, whimpering like a puppy.

“Y/n, please, don’t-” he chokes out.

“Why not?” You murmur against his skin, the scent of him making your body react like you’ve never felt before. There’s this ache between your thighs that you’ve only felt a hint of before and you want more, nipping at his skin, unable to think clearly.

“He wants to...wants you,” Jungkook stutters, balling his hands into fists to keep from touching you.

“He does? Or you do?” You ask, lifting your head to pout at him, and Jungkook groans.

“Both,” he whispers hoarsely.

“Then take me,” you say, and you don’t even know where the words came from. Your head feels light on your shoulders, dizzy with the scent of him, how his skin tastes under your tongue, and you do what he did to you the last night you’d seen him, nipping at his lower lip. Your canine pierces the skin and you taste iron on your tongue

Jungkook growls and lifts you again, this time with his hands under your ass and thighs and your legs wrap around him instantly. He all but throws you down on the bed, this time, and you whimper when he grips one of your thighs with his big hand, squeezing the flesh there.

“Mine,” he snarls, that high pitched whine at the end, and it makes you arch your back, claw your nails across his shoulders.

Jungkook leans down to sniff at your neck and growls again, wrinkling his nose and when you open your eyes he’s staring down at you with those red/amber eyes.

You look back defiantly but you’re rolling your hips against his, you can feel him hard against your core and even though you’d never gone all the way with anyone before you want him inside you, can’t think of anything else.

“You smell like him,” he accuses, voice hoarse, and his wide eyes fade back to brown, just slightly, the color dilating around his pupils.

“Jungkook,” you whisper, feeling something like guilt, even though nothing had happened, really, and even it if it had…

He rubs his nose against your throat, covers you with his body like he’s replacing any of Jimin’s scent with his own. He licks against your neck, bites down on your skin, making you yelp.

“I’m sorry,” Jungkook whines. “I’m sorry, I have to. You’re mine, I have to mark you, have to scent you anywhere he touched you,” he tries to explain, his hands skating down your ample curves.

“It’s okay,” you say, and somehow you mean it, you understand, the very thought of Jungkook smelling like anyone else makes your heart jump into your throat, something primal rise in your gut. “I know, baby.”

“You’re mine?” He says again, voice pitching up into a question just like when he’d introduced himself and it scares you, the way it makes your heart ache.

Instead of speaking you kiss him again, hard, moving your hands to his hair to get him closer. You had worn a skirt and halter out, it’s so warm even though it’s close to winter, your skin feeling so hot under the moonlight that you couldn’t wear much else.

Even as you kiss him he’s tearing at your clothes and you lean up to help him until you’re bare beneath him and panting, this whining noise coming from your throat that you can’t explain.

“God,” Jungkook groans, rubbing a hand over his face. “I don’t know what I’m doing, I-”

“You haven’t...haven’t done this before?” Your eyes widen.

Jungkook realizes what you mean and he blushes a bit. “I’ve...yeah, I’ve done this before but not...not like this. I feel like...the wolf feels like...he’s been crazy. Since the first moment I saw you.”

“Like you’re gonna jump out of your skin? Always feeling...hot?” You ask.

Jungkook nods slowly, eyes widening.

“Me too,” you admit. “I don’t...I don’t know what it means. That’s why I came out with Jimin, I-”

Jungkook cuts you off with a choked whine. “It means you’re supposed to be mine.”

He snuffles against your neck again, hands at your hips, still holding back, trembling. “It means he never should have touched you.”

“I’m sorry,” you say, even though you know you have nothing to apologize for. “I want you. I’ve never...I’ve never done this before but I want you so bad,” you admit, clutching at his tshirt, pulling it up until he gets on his knees and pulls it off, tossing it to the side. You spread your hands across his chest and he lets out a wrecked moan.

“You’re holding back,” you accuse.

He nods. “The wolf, he doesn’t….I don’t want to hurt you. Especially...fuck, no one’s touched you like this before?” His hands slide up and down your thighs as he stares down at your body, your breasts, the cleft of your cunt.

Jungkook knows that shouldn’t make him so hard, shouldn’t make his dick pulse in his sweats, shouldn’t make the wolf keen with pride. Mine mine mine, the first, the only is all his brain is chanting, he feels dizzy like he’s drank too much even though he hasn’t had a drop.

“Please, please, please,” you beg, but he can’t, can’t let the wolf out, he’s afraid he’ll rip you apart. You’re human and a virgin and he can’t risk hurting you.

The wolf won’t even let him say it, so he just shakes his head.

You huff out a breath, your body aching all over, need making your arousal coat your thighs. You don’t know what you’re going to say until you say it.

“Should I ask Jimin to do it? I bet he can smell me,” you taunt, shocking yourself.

Jungkook freezes, his eyes bleeding to red again and one hand jolting out to wrap around your throat.

“Don’t,” he warns.

You know you should be cautious since you’re about to fuck an actual werewolf, but fuck, you’re so hot, you can’t think, you need something inside you and you drop your feet to the bed, spreading your legs wide.

“Jimin would mark me. He’d fuck me, fill me full like I want.”

Jungkook feels something in him snap, and his heart hurts and his cock aches and the wolf is keening, clawing inside him and he can’t control it anymore, just like before.

“Never,” he growls, squeezes his fingers around your throat and you gasp, your stomach aching with need.

Finally, finally he slides his fingers along your pussy and you choke out a sob as his thumb slips across your clit but it’s not enough.

“Jungkook,” you whimper. “Make me yours.”

“Already mine,” he murmurs, and finally slides two fingers inside you, making you cry out. “You’re already mine but I’m gonna give you what you want, mark you, fuck you, make sure Park fucking Jimin never so much as sniffs at you again.”

“Yes,” you sigh. “Yes, please, please.”

Jungkook still worries somewhere in the back of his mind that he’ll hurt you, that the wolf will, and by now he understands they’re one and the same but you’re rolling your hips up and his cock feels heavy and full like he’s about to burst, somehow wider at the base and he rips down his sweats, fucking you with three fingers now.

When his cock bounces against his stomach you gasp, and if you’d been in your right mind you might worry he’s too big but something inside you is crying out in pleasure just at the sight of it. You spread your legs wider and he releases your throat, leaning over to kiss you instead, biting your lip as he slowly works himself inside you.

It’s a tight fit even after three fingers and you’re whining into his mouth, wanting more.

Jungkook isn’t a virgin, far from it although a little less experienced than some of his band members (Hoseok had once bragged about fucking a house of sorority sisters during a rut), but the way you clench around him has his hips twitching, wanting to buck into you even if it would split you open.

Despite his worry, neither he or the wolf wants to hurt you, though, so he waits for you to adjust even as you beg, waits until you can take all of him.

He’s barely realized that he’s popped his knot until he looks down to see where you’ve joined and he groans. He knows how to do this, has been talked to (endlessly, by Taehyung, about his human girlfriend and how she desperately wants to take his knot and they’re working on it but it will take time and training), knows that you can’t take his knot but the wolf is howling for it, wants to fuck you hard and then pop it inside you, spill a littler into your womb.

You whine and pulse around him, reaching up to tug at his hair. “Kookie,” you pout. “Baby. Want you inside me, fuck me harder, please-”

“I can’t-” he chokes out, but then you wrap your legs around his waist and pull him deeper and the wolf growls, leans down, mine mine mine chanting in his head. My mate.

You felt a tiny pop when Jungkook first entered you, nothing painful and then just need, you want more and more and you don’t even know how to say it. You look up at him, near tears, needing something that you feel he won’t give you.

“I’m not yours yet,” you slur, and he looks pained, his eyes dilating from warm brown to amber red again and again.

He rocks his hips against you slow, and you’ve orgasmed twice already, once from his fingers and one from his cock but it’s not enough and you whine, it comes out almost inhuman, like his.

“Fill me up,” you urge, and Jungkook tries to hold the wolf back, he really does, but he’s too far gone, this close to the full moon and in the start of his first rut.

Jungkook groans, fucks you harder and faster and when you cry out his name his balls draw up and he thrusts forward harder than he’d meant to, popping his knot inside you.

You make a surprised sound and his eyes pop open, his hands cupping your face even as his hips twitch as he cums, spills inside you.

“Y/n. I’m so sorry,” he mourns. “I’m sorry, I love you, I’m sorry,” he babbles, kissing along your neck and throat, seeing that he’d already marked you twice, once on each side of your throat, and he barely remembers it.

You let out a happy sigh and wrap your arms around his neck, feeling finally sated, at least for the moment. “What are you sorry for, silly baby?”

“Doesn’t it hurt?” He asks, and you look up into his eyes and they’re heterochromatic, now, red hued amber and brown both.

“You’d never hurt me,” you mumble against his throat.

“Never,” he promises. “Never, I love you so much.”

You’re half asleep, sated with him still inside you, planting soft kisses on your lips and face. You don’t know where you’d learned the word, but it feels right when you say it, right before you drift to sleep.

“I love you too, Alpha.”

It takes a while to understand, especially between Jungkook being barely able to leave his room since he’s in rut and you’re in heat, but eventually, you figure it out.

Your great grandmother had been an omega werewolf, and it’s a recessive gene so you’d been the lucky one to receive it. Since you had never shifted because your gene wasn’t activated by male wolves, you had no smell.

At least, not until the full moon, when you shifted into what Jungkook says is the prettiest wolf he’d ever seen.

After, when you’d near your heat, Jungkook would snap and snarl at the boys so much just for talking to you that it made you roll your eyes, but eventually you got the dates right (for the most part, there’d been one instance in which Jimin had made a snarky comment and Jungkook had lunged at him and they’d gone rolling down the stairs), and you holed up in your apartment, instead.

Jungkook was working with Seokjin to understand that the wolf is him instead of some seperate entity. You tell him you’ve always known that. From what you know now, if the wolf wasn’t, he would have taken you the very first night. True mates are rare, and you’d both known it the whole time, even when you hadn’t.

You and Jia went to every concert, her always telling you her neverending sexcapades with Hoseok to be able to take his knot, front row, waiting for your Alpha’s set. It’s cute, you think, that they call him Baby on stage but he’s your Alpha, especially since he’s both, always, to you.

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shoutogepi · 4 years

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Catboy!Shouto

Todoroki Shouto

word count : ~2K (blurb!)

[ ☀︎ ] fluff!!

bio : general catboy!sho hc’s. initial meeting all the way to relationship.

author’s note : a midnight hc that got WAY out of hand. fair warning idk what the fUCK this is, whatever it is is all astrid’s fault. i decided to make this bc i suck at finding fics and i rly wanted to read something about a snuggly catboy!sho.

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in my opinion, shouto is already very catlike in certain respects.

he’s aloof and likes to watch rather than engage. he’s very intelligent and he’s driven when he wants to be. and not to mention he’s very loyal to those few that have melted through his ice-protected heart. he’ll probably also only allow physical interaction if he’s the one initiating it...

you didn’t adopt him in human form. at some point you got a cat and you thought that was it— that it was merely a cat. a cute one at that, split down the middle like a patched together hand-me-down. he reminded you of a ragdoll because of his peculiar colors, even though his coat was sleek and shiny. he also had a very prominent air of elegance... overall, a very pretty cat.

however, he wasn’t the nicest animal at first. he was skittish and guarded. he really only interacted with you in order to get food and water, and he didn’t allow you to touch him all too much. any time you had friends over there was no chance he’d be spotted, always hiding in the shadows of your closet or the safe space underneath your bed. when your company would leave, he would slowly crawl out, watching you from a respectable distance as you tidied up before heading to bed.

even though he was kind of a dick, you spoiled him silly. you bought him his own bed since he refused to even go near you. he had his own cat tree and everything, and ample toys too. that was how he first began warming up to you.

you had managed to pique his interest by dragging a ribbon toy across the floor and disappearing around the doorframe. you had been over the moon when he had poked his little head into the room, pupils wide as he eyed the ribbon with intense curiosity.

the morning after that, you had awoken to find him sitting on the very far corner of your bed. it was as far as he could possibly be from you while staying on the mattress, but you were elated nonetheless.

— - —

from then on, your relationship was a little steadier with the feline. he would follow you around your place, always in the same room as you but forever out of reach. occasionally he would allow you to give him a little scratch behind the ear or under the chin, but he would get up and leave after a few seconds of affection.

it wasn’t until he came down with a minor kitty cold that your relationship changed. you took him to the vet. he hated it. he was such a misbehaved boy, but when you had nearly cried as you frantically apologized for his behavior, he strangely became limp, a disgruntled expression on his cute little face.

you took him home and attempted to administer the medicine, even if he hissed and growled at you when you approached him with the distinct vial. you tried to give it to him, and he lashed out and scratched you for the very first time.

it was just a little cut, but it was enough to draw blood. you left the medicine with him and closed yourself away in the bathroom as you tended to your wound, irritated that after all you’d done for him he still treated you like shit. but he was a cat, you reckoned, and so you instantly dropped any malice that had come forth in those few minutes. when you opened the door again, he was sitting at the doorway, ears flat to his head and head lowered, the medicine vial resting before his paws.

after that he allowed you to administer the medicine without complaint. he just layed there and would blink lazily at you while you moved him accordingly, never fussing at all. it was clear that he was sick initially, but each time you gave him that medicine he became more and more like himself. he looked strong and healthy once again. you were relieved.

your relationship kept improving. he would now let you pet him from time to time. sometimes he would even jump up and settle himself into a little loaf next to you as you watched TV or typed away at your laptop. he began sleeping closer to you, sometimes on your feet, sometimes on the vacant side of your bed. the sound of his low purrs lulled you to sleep.

things started getting strange when you started going out with someone you had met. you’d given your number to them when they’d asked for it out of the blue. it was all very innocent, nothing too crazy. just a coffee here and there, really.

that was when shouto started becoming more affectionate with you. he would let out a loud meow in greeting when you came home, running to the door to meet you and promptly sticking his head into the shoes you slipped off your feet. he would sit with you as you went through the work you brought home, even nuzzle your ankles while you made yourself dinner. he would start to sit on your lap when you were watching the television.

he would even let you kiss his head , and he’d slowly blink at you when you praised him for all his handsomeness, for how good of a boy he was. he even started slipping into the sheets with you, allowing you to hold him close as you drifted off into slumber, and kneading at your blankets as the two of you fell asleep together.

but coffees turned into lunches. and lunches to dinners. you started spending less and less time at your place, and he would find himself watching the clock on the wall as he waited for your return. though when you finally would, later and later with each passing date, he was not pleased to find your scent mixed with another’s.

he had stayed in cat form for a very long time. perhaps he shifted into human form when you weren’t home, you didn’t know. you thought he was your cat, and that was the end of it. all you knew was that one morning, you woke up, expecting to have your snuggly companion curled up into your side as usual.

instead, there’s a whole ass MAN tucked into the sheets beside you, long leg slung over yours and his arm wound round your waist. what’s even wilder is that two cat ears stick out of the silky hair on his head, colored the distinct red and white of the fur you have become so accustomed to. a long, furry tail also rests on your thigh, brushing against your skin.

he’s also butt ass naked.

to say you’re shook is an understatement. thankfully he’s laying on his stomach, so you don’t see anything indecent. you weigh your options here— this man is so obviously your cat, there’s no way he’s not. but you have a cat, and this is a man!! man-cat? you can’t care to know the correct terminology.

you decide not to scream, but you shuffle backwards. it’s enough to disturb the creature, and his heterochromatic eyes peel open slowly. he sees you looking at him, and still weighed down by sleep, a mild, content smile curls his lips and a loud purr rumbles out of him. then his eyes move down and he catches sight of his own arm around you, and he scrambles off the bed, ears tucked back and tail bristling as he trips over the sheets.

after you find some clothes for him to wear, you have a rather awkward conversation over breakfast. turns out that he’s been capable of turning into this human form the whole time, but he had become accustomed to life as a cat and preferred it to being a human, as he had a hard time fitting in with his big ears and long tail. you reckoned you, too, would live as a cat if you had the option... especially with such a doting and caring owner as yourself.

now though, you can’t really refer to yourself as his owner. he’s a person, just like you— he just harbors many of his cat-like qualities.

initially it’s hard to adjust, knowing he’s also a man (and a very handsome one, at that). you buy him some clothes and start to cook meals for the both of you. what else are you gonna do, throw him out onto the street?

your interactions become a little forced... you’re just really confused as to how you’re supposed to act around him. he seems to sense your unease, and he shifts back into a cat in order to comfort you. he walks right up to you and hops into your lap, standing up to put his front paws onto your chest, and leaning in to rub his cheek across yours, finishing off with a quick lick of affection.

apparently, he has missed the attention the both of you had become so accustomed to giving/receiving. so, the moment you hesitantly begin to rub his ears, he starts to purr loudly, settling on your lap/chest. he’s really warm and soft, so you end up wrapping your other arm around him and continuing to pet his head.

it becomes routine for you to have this nightly cuddle before bed, but after you’re finished with pretending to pay attention to the tv, you tell him goodnight and shut yourself into your bedroom for the night.

no longer does he receive your praise nor your kisses, and it’s taking a toll on him. he’s needy!! you’ve conditioned him to soak up all your love and now you just stop?

so eventually he’ll sack up and knock on your door, asking why you won’t let him sleep with you anymore. he knows you’re intimidated by his human form, but he thinks the reason is because you’re scared of him. you hesitantly let him know it’s really just because you’re attracted to him. and what do ya know, he feels the same.

another reason why you’d been avoiding him that you’d rather die than tell him is that you’re embarrassed that you just straight stared at him in shock when he used your toilet like a human. eye contact and everything. this was back when you’d first gotten him but now you’re just overwhelmed with residual embarrassment LOLLLLL anyways...

from there your love blossoms !! yay!

now he will walk around your place in his human form more often than cat form. though sometimes he does like to be in kitty form so he can sit on your lap while you’re working at your desk.

snuggles become a norm. he’s very affectionate. absolute cuddle bug.

stressed? cuddles.

happy? cuddles.

bored? cuddles.

i cannot emphasize this enough!!! hold him!! he lives for it! he is baby.

he still loves playing with all the toys you buy him. and what’s hilarious is that he can’t seem to help himself from fixating on those little aluminum twist ties that you keep in the kitchen. he doesn’t know why, but when you toss them across the room he’ll just run for it. nyoom!!

makes sure to bring it back like a good boy every time.

a really good investment is a laser pointer. human or cat, once that little red dot is spotted, you can bet he’s chasing it. this has resulted in broken furniture more than once LOL. at the end of your little play session you guide the laser over to you and he’ll pounce on you!! cue more cuddles.

as if all the snuggles he gives you through the day aren’t enough, falling asleep is complete bliss.

he’ll slip into your covers and wrap his long limbs around you. lithe fingers will caress your skin and your hair, and if you return the favor, he’ll start to purr softly for you. he’s totally into nuzzling you, too. he’ll just nestle his face right into your neck and breathe your scent in, completely at peace. and he can’t help it when his purrs grow louder, an indication of his complete content.

more rarely he’ll come out into public with you, provided he wear a beanie or something to cover those cute perky ears of his. the tail he can tuck into his pants just fine. when he’s out and about with you, he’ll likely stay right by your side, an arm over your shoulder, around your waist, or your hand held hostage by his.

when you’re out on these rare excursions, he will often ask for a boba or a latte—he loves to indulge in those sweet milky drinks every now and then. plus it makes him happy when you’re happy, and you always get excited when you get one for yourself too.

overall 10/10 would recommend adopting catboy!sho. he will give you all the love and snuggles necessary and he’ll be more than happy to accept your affections too.

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so... can you guys tell i’m a cat person?

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pillow-anime-talk · 3 years

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daddy, please.

synopsis: “Hey, daddy. I have a little surprise for you.”

# tags: headcanons + scenarios; current relationships & crush culture & sponsorship; romance; smut; nsfw

warnings: mention of sex and sexual activities, daddy kink, size kink, lingerie, pet names & more

includes: female reader ft. rei amayado, hitoya amaguni & jakurai jinguji {hypmic}

author’s note: let’s fucking gooooo!!! here are my wet thoughts and dreams 😳🤚 don’t judge me, pls.

— REI

↘ You met each other at one night when Sasara took Rei and Rosho to a small but very nice bar on the outskirts of the city. Of course, the green-haired twenty-six-year-old praised the local alcohol and service earlier, so his two friends had no choice but to agree to a few drinks and many hours of talks about their group, work or other life difficulties.

↘ Then you appeared in front of three men as an extremely enchanting and full of smile barmaid; you charmed two new guests. Two, because you knew the leader of Dotsuitare Hompo for several days by served him the best and strongest alcohols and small starters. So now, everyone was delighted with you, which is why they showed up at your bar more and more. Rei himself was there practically every day, and you quickly got used to the presence of his deep voice, the same orders and nice, sometimes confident compliments or small gifts that were of unknown origin.

↘ You couldn’t hide that his person also interested you indescribably. He was so damn handsome, and literally no one of your age could compare to his extravagant outfits, silly smirk or the way he held a cigarette between his long fingers.

↘ And when one day he brushed a few stray hairs from your pretty face and tied them up with a golden hairpin – or rather another, new present for you – your cheeks were never as red as at that moment.

↘ Of course, he was much older than you, but it didn’t make you feel bad; how could you feel like this when Rei often walked you home or just asked about how you were doing in college and work? The fact that the bar was practically empty that evening resulted in an honest, lengthy conversation in which you admitted that you have a hard time trying to reconcile so many things at once. You didn’t want to be a ‘victim’, but you admitted that your parents rarely helped you, so you lived and supported yourself completely alone.

↘ Rei thought it was a good time to offer you some help; he asked if you would like to ‘work’ for him, so you could earn more while not overworking your body like you would when you were a barmaid or waitress. This proposition caught your interest, so you nodded, still ruddy on your both cheeks. Meanwhile, Rei took off his sunglasses, making eye contact with you; his orbs were more than mesmerizing.

↘ “... I’m a little old now and well... Wouldn’t you just like to come live with me and spend your free time with me? I must admit that having such a cute doll would be really worth coming home every night.”

↘ You would be an idiot if you didn’t agree to the offer of the man you liked from the first appearance at the bar, where he always ordered golden whiskey or bourbon.

↘ In addition, the gifts you got from him... were so wonderful and always suited your taste, so you were curious what else the older conman could give you.

↘ As it turned out, entering into this seemingly innocent relationship with the dark-haired one was the best thing you could have had.

*:･ﾟ✧*

Rei always came home around eleven at night, and you were always waiting for him patiently; sometimes with a good book in hand and sometimes with a glass of wine, relaxing in front of your favorite series or movie. On that day, however, you wanted to surprise him pleasantly and thank him for the last few weeks during which you lived as you never dreamed of before; after all, you could use his money and credit cards, his whole house, his cars, his everything without worrying about anything but your own studies, which you still attended.

Therefore, covered with a delicate, white bathrobe that showed through your lace lingerie, you waited for the arrival of your lover. You knew that he would bring you a gift as every day – a watch, new shoes, a bracelet or an invitation to the SPA, that’s why you wanted to pay him back this evening, obviously with your tiny, magnificent body marked with countless bites, bruises and colorful marks.

When you heard the sound of the key and the door opening, your legs tightened and you felt a feeling of uncertainty in your heart, but also of great exhilaration. You quickly got up from the black, leather couch and then moved towards the hall to greet the black-haired man. Your tender voice reached Rei’s ears, who turned to you with his signature smirk. However, seeing your current outfit, his facial expressions changed immediately. Still, this didn’t demotivate you before your next step.

“Hi, daddy, I’ve been waiting for you. Do you want to spend some time with me, please?” Looking innocently at him and flapping your eyelashes you instantly made his pants tight. A second later, he approached you, not caring about his favorite hat fell on the wooden floor.

“You look as beautiful as always, my pretty doll.” He said in a warm tone of voice, cupping your soft face with his big, right hand. His strong grip on your cheeks caused big and hot blush. “I didn’t expect you to call me that. It’s quite brave, don’t you think?”

“You don’t like it, daddy? Should I speak to you differently? By your first name or something else?”

“No. Of course that I like it. You don’t even know how much I like it, doll. I’m so fucking hard thanks to you, you know? So what are you going to do with it now, baby?” He asked, sticking his thumb in your wet mouth. You politely sucked his finger, still staring into his glowing with excitement eyes.

Your hand, in meantime, found a bulge on the white fabric, causing a low hiss from the forty-six-year-old.

“I want to make my daddy feel good, so... can I sit on you, daddy? I want your fat dick in my little pussy, daddy. I was polite, I swear by my little finger.”

Of course you were.

Rei had no doubts about it, so he willingly gave you everything you wished for tonight; all he wanted in return was for you to keep calling him by that lascivious phrase, because... well, well, well. It turned out that he had a huge kink for it.

— HITOYA

↘ Your first meeting was in a sense accidental, but at the same time it wasn’t something unusual or unimaginable; sooner or later you would meet your little brother’s two best friends, and that it happened faster than you thought, it’s just a funny twist of fate.

↘ Jyushi on that sunny day asked you to bring him lunch to the place indicated in the text message. Knowing that he would be as always spending time with the two men he often told you about, you decided to make dinner for all of them. So you prepared three large bentos filled with white rice, fried chicken, broccoli and in each plastic wrapper you put a small chocolate cupcake, because you baked a large amount of them the day before. You also got them something to drink, in this case it was iced, peach tea in a bottles. Ready, you could meet with your two years younger brother and his friends from the rap team.

↘ Kuko liked you right away. He had a lot of respect for you because you were a year older than him, but he was also eager to joke that you were completely unlike your siblings; you were much shorter, a little calmer and more open to new friends. You shrugged with amusement at this sentence, in meantime trying to calm your brother, who blushed furiously on both cheeks and the tips of his ears.

↘ On the other hand, Hitoya was watching you closely; maybe he did it because of his lawyer work, but he couldn’t hide the fact that it was nice to watch your gentle smile, your reddish face and how you took care of your brother and also of the second, younger than you teenager.

↘ Over time, the thirty-five-year-old noticed how tired you seemed to be because of working, studying, cleaning the house, making lunch or shopping. Of course, every time a man politely asked you if you were feeling well, you assured him that yes, you were fine and it was just bad weather or atmospheric pressure. But, oops. You couldn’t cover the bags under your eyes and pale skin with even the best cosmetics.

↘ “Let me take care of you, okay?” It was an innocent request that slowly turned into something more. Naturally, at first Hitoya just offered you mental support and money to pay fee for an apartment and shopping. But then, his hands started rubbing your tense back and more and more invisible traces of sweet kisses appeared on your forehead.

↘ You didn’t even notice when you started looking at a handsome lawyer as a potential partner, and when your heart was beating much faster when you had the opportunity to call him or read the messages he sent you.

↘ You confessed your feelings to him first because you couldn’t stand the rising warmth in your heart when an older man took you on his lap or when he brought home your favorite junk food and wine to celebrate your passed exams or his own, successful trials. He spoiled you so badly and thanks to this you finally felt appreciated and felt what you have been missing over the years, and it was a feeling of indescribable protection and loyalty.

↘ You wondered how you should thank for all of this because you had nothing to offer but yourself.

*:･ﾟ✧*

It was a stupid thought that had haunted you from the last week. Last Wednesday you read an erotic book in which the main, female character called her partner ‘master’ and it was something new for you, something very interesting. However, the word ‘master’ itself wasn’t as encouraging as ‘owner’ or ‘daddy’, which was definitely more suited to the delicate personality and sense of safety that Hitoya gave you from the beginning of your relationship. That’s why you’ve read a few articles on role-playing in bed, and you had to admit that the thought of calling your man ‘daddy’ made a strange feeling of warmth and wet between your legs. You had to take a few deep breaths when you ordered on Tuesday afternoon a pretty, slightly pink lingerie that your lover would definitely like.

Three days later, on Friday, when Hitoya was at work, you at the same time were preparing your whole body and mind for what should be coming around 8pm. You took a relaxing bath, you used a goat’s milk lotion, you loosened your muscles with one glass of dry red wine, and created a sensual playlist with songs that were more than perfect for night with your beloved one.

At twenty minutes past eight you heard the characteristic clatter of shoes in the hall, and your arms tensed slightly in anticipation of your lover; but still, you were still sitting politely on the bed. Your body was surrounded by a delicate lace, and you also hung a cute collar with a metal heart around your colorful neck. You heard Hitoya pacing around the kitchen, living room and bathroom, less than a quarter of an hour later the door to your enormous bedroom opened and you looked shyly at the man who stood with a brown towel wrapped around his thin waist. Seeing you, his left eyebrow lifted and a small smirk appeared on his front.

“Oi, oi?”

“Surprise?” You looked hesitantly into his light green eyes, and then your face flushed at the sight of the towel under which an huge erection began to form. “I... I just wanted to give you some joy as a thank you for what you do for me all the time... daddy.”

Hearing how sweet you pronounce the last word, your partner’s smile only widened. Slowly, but confidently, he moved towards the king sized bed, and as he sat down next to you, his hand was immediately on your smooth, pouty cheek.

“Just being here with me is joy enough for me, darling. But thank you for dressing up so gorgeous for me. Daddy is very, very happy.” You breathed a sigh of relief to hear that the two of you are playing the same game.

“So... could you please lie down, daddy?” You asked softly, and your loved one’s hand moved much lower to your waist, and then to your hot thigh as well. He squeezed the skin lightly and you sighed with satisfaction. “I... Umm...”

“I know you probably wanted to please me tonight, but... But when I look at you, my pretty one, I can’t let you do that. I prefer to take care of you, so will you let me do it?” The warm look that was sent to you from the older man made you jump slightly, nodding your head. “Good girl. Open your legs for your daddy, dear.”

— JAKURAI

↘ You started working in a hospital as part of extra-curricular activities at your university. You quickly liked all the staff, and your warm, even captivating personality added joy to everyone in the building; doctors, other nurses and patients, especially children who considered you ‘super onee-chan’. So Jakurai was no exception and was very eager to answer all your curious questions, as well as the gentle smiles you would send him whenever you passed each other in a bright hallway or doorway, when you finished or started work at the same time and shift.

↘ Sometimes he also helped you with the material for your classes, so that you would get even better grades and join the work in the hospital permanently.

↘ Jakurai liked you a lot, maybe a little more than ‘a lot’, because the fact was that he cared very much about your well-being and whether you were feeling well in the hospital, in your clothes, in your office. He has always asked you how your day or night has been, if you have anything to eat or drink, when you finish your work that day or if you are staying overtime, and even if you want him to walk you home or go with you to the store for shopping. You were totally and irreversibly charmed by it, but you didn’t think that something more would come out of your relation. So you continued to act as before, just thinking it was his natural behavior towards younger women.

↘ But then Jakurai tried to change your job position and you became his assistant who spent more time with him than before. So you talked even more lively and longer than normal, and sometimes after work, if you both had some free time, you would go for a walk to talk about something more peaceful and down-to-earth; about your favorite types of teas or coffees, about the countries you visited, about your favorite music, even about the worst alcoholic drinks you have had the opportunity to try in your lifetime.

↘ With the passing of time, you started going to your apartments on weekends to watch a random movie, cook dinner or bake a cake together. From time to time, if the weather was good, the thirty-five-years-old also took you to the lake and thus shared his passion for fishing with you. You felt really special with the thought that you were the only girl in his environment who could and was so close to him.

↘ The fact that he would sometimes buy you small gifts such as jewelry, science books, or pay for your shopping at the gallery was an added bonus of being able to feel like someone really, like really special to him.

↘ And at the same moment, you felt indescribably safe in his company – Jakurai was unusually tall compared to you, and his soft, warm hands perfectly suited to your small head or tiny body that he stroked every time you did something right or when you passed another exam in a row. He was a bit like an older brother, supportive father, vacation/summer lover, and longtime partner. You have never felt so loved and respected as with him.

↘ That’s why one evening, when you were spending time at your home cooking Italian pasta (it was his idea, btw!), you didn’t notice at what point your attention was shifted from arranging plates and cutlery to his handsome face and focused eyes that looked at the boiling sauce. He was definitely perfect in every way, both inside and outside, and you would be really pathetic not to admit that you had crush on him... or even you were in love with him. Naturally, your staring at his body didn’t go unnoticed. Jakurai chuckled under his breath as his head turned towards you.

↘ “Do you like what you see?”

↘ “Yes, daddy.”

↘ You turned pale and panicked when you understood what you said.

↘ However, Jakurai didn’t seem to be angry, disappointed or disgusted with you. On the contrary. The man turned off the cooking red sauce, improved the locks of hair falling on his pale face, then moved away from the burners, walking towards you. You automatically stepped back, of course, but when his smooth hand was on your cheek, you knew you could still feel safe and valuable with him.

*:･ﾟ✧*

“... So you like talking to men like that?”

“N-No, I don’t know what got into me, really. It was the first time in my life...! You’re just so nice to me, you always buy me so many things and I... I don’t know. If it was uncomfortable for you, I’m so terribly sorry and I promi...” You started, feeling again that what you did wasn’t quite right, but at some point Jakurai put his long, index finger to your soft mouth and you calmed down immediately, looking up into his warm, understanding and gentle amusement, blue eyes.

“I didn’t say it bothered me. Why don’t we talk about it on the sofa?” The low voice reached your ears one more time, and you nodded hesitantly.

You wanted to sit on your regular place next to the fluffy, gray pillow, but the man frowned as he patted his both, huge thighs. You blushed immediately, but obediently took your seat next to his crotch. You could swear he was already hard, that’s why your pussy got wet.

“I have long wondered if you like me any different than as a coworker and friend. Because you see, kitten, I personally thought of you more than you might think.” He smiled slightly and you bit your lower, sweet lip between your teeth, nodding your head once again in confirmation of his words.

It took a while to get your mind ready to answer, but after a few longer seconds you turned your head towards a calm and masculine face, admitted that you also thought about him and about whether he will accept your feelings, if you ever confess them. Your pinkish cheeks and glowing eyes were by far the most wonderful thing Dr. Jinguji had ever seen. So he was the first to take your heated left cheek, then close his own eyes, pressing his lips to yours. His free, other hand moved to your right thigh and squeezed the soft skin covered with the fabric of a skirt. A few moments later, you moaned as warm fingers touched your cool skin. Jakurai lost his mind.

“Have you ever touched yourself while you thinking of me, princess?”

“I... Well, I...” You moved away from his mouth, and then you felt your ears and the tip of your nose burn with shame and delight. “Yes, daddy. Three times. B-But my fingers were never enough. I prefer your cock, daddy. It certainly is fat and big, and perfect for my little pussy that has never be fucked by such a mature and gorgeous man.”

“Oh, my love. Daddy’s cock will definitely be perfect for you.” His hands passed under the light blue fabric of your clothes, and after a short while, picked up the colored material. “Hmm. I feel that this situation was planned. Am I wrong?” He stated by touching his finger to your still wet slit, which was covered with white lace. You blushed once more, but you didn’t have a chance to respond to that remark, because your lips again tasted the lips of a man fourteen years older than you who after a quick moment laid your fragile body on the dark couch.

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cupcakemolotov · 3 years

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Feel Like Home

Had a really strange dream last night and @goldcaught talked me into giving it some shape and writing this out. Just a quick little thing, will expand on it if I have time/the muse for it. Not really a huge number of warnings for this one. Does reference past potential sex but no details. Just magical shenanigans and Bonnie and Caroline being besties.

Caroline bit her lip, studying Bonnie’ face. Her best friend rarely wore such a worried expression anymore, but in this case she couldn’t blame her. In less than forty-eight hours, she’d dropped whatever her witchy business had been, gotten a cat sitter, and hauled butt to New York City.

And all because Caroline had called her with an SOS.

Fingers curling into her palms, she glanced around the high rise apartment they were currently camped out in. The space was gorgeous, all warm wood and wide open windows with lush furniture that invited you to linger. The floor was saved from being chilly thanks to a collection of gorgeous rugs, the art work on the walls tasteful and heart-breakingly gorgeous. The bathroom had been copy/pasted directly from her dreams and the tub was gorgeous and everything she wanted in life.

It was an apartment that she coveted, and one that was millions and millions of dollars outside of her price range. Just the view of New York City alone was a multi-million dollar addition. But her favorite fall jacket had been hanging in the closet, she’d found her awesome, weekend date to-go bag on the side of the bed. It had included a change of clothes and kick ass underwear. She felt safe here, welcome, and had absolutely no memory of how she’d gotten here or whose cologne lingered on the sheets.

“Okay,” Bonnie said finally, rubbing the wrinkle line between her eyebrows tiredly. “I’m really, really glad you called.”

Caroline eyed her doubtfully. “You don’t look happy.”

Bonnie waved her hand. “That’s not about you. Not entirely, at least.”

“Well, I’m not sure who else I’m going to call when I wake up in the middle of supernatural shenanigans, but I’m glad I called you too.” Taking a deep breath, Caroline looked at her beseechingly and tried not to panic. “How did I get here? I couldn’t find any texts explaining and we both know I'm a serial texter. How did I not send you fifty messages about my underwear choices for my date? My shoes? My dress? There isn’t a single hair check selfie on my phone, Bon. That’s impossible. I don’t just let someone talk me into visiting New York without at least a pro/con list two pages long.”

“Oh, I am aware,” Bonnie muttered. Running a hand down her face, she grimaced. “You can look at my phone for evidence later. But, Caroline. You’ve lived in New York for six months. You have a super cute closet for an apartment. I have pictures of that to prove it.”

“I…” her words died at the sincerity on Bonnie’s face. Blowing out a breath, because Bonnie Bennett would never lie about something like this, she cast her thoughts back and slowly nodded, relief heady. “Okay. Yeah. This spring. I remember packing my things in my rental and mom looking both relieved and tired.”

“Yeah, she’s wanted you to spread your wings for a few years. After the bout with cancer, you were being stubborn.” A lifted brow. “It was such a surprise. You. Being stubborn.”

Caroline gave her a disapproving look. “Do you have to say that like it's a bad thing?”

A small smile touched the edge of Bonnie’s mouth. “I guess it depends on what you are being stubborn about. Do you remember that big fancy PR party you were being forced to go to about six week ago?”

“No,” the word was said with great reluctance. “I feel like I should though.”

“Oh, you definitely should.” Bonnie drawled. “I didn’t attend and I know a great deal more about it than I would like. Clothes, shoes, departmental involvement and the dick from accounting who spends way too much time looking at your ass. Your boss, who insisted you go because she keeps thinking if she plays nice you’ll one day introduce her to your ex-werewolf boyfriend.”

Caroline did not want to talk about Tyler. “Your point, Bon?”

“You don’t remember Klaus.”

The name tugged something in her chest, a sense of awareness she couldn’t name, and Caroline frowned in concentration. “Who is Klaus?”

“The Black Dragon of New York.” At Caroline’s blank expression Bonnie sighed heavily. “Well, that confirms some of it at least.”

“Bonnie…”

“You moved to New York six months ago with a job offer for a Public Relations firm that specializes in supernatural reputations.” Her lips twisted in something like an amused grimace. “Your… history with witches and werewolves left you overqualified for the entry level position, as did your original internship in Chicago.”

Caroline pursed her lips. “By overqualified, that better be a comment on my personal awesomeness and not that they hired me because I dated a werewolf. That would have annoyed me. Why didn’t I remember that? I should have remembered that.”

“Because you don’t remember Klaus.”

Which made absolutely no sense to Caroline.

“Do I need to open wine? There was quite a collection that I am going to have no qualms drinking if that would absolutely help me understand the words you are saying.” Caroline threw her arms open wide. “I’m sure whoever lives here can afford it.”

“Spirits, if I thought it would help, I’d have brought tequila.” Bonnie looked heavenward and slouched backwards, something like gallows humor darkening her face. “Klaus Mikaelson is a dragon. A black dragon, specifically. He has been on top of the food chain for centuries, Caroline. He picked New York as his seat of power this century because he was bored in Europe. When he got here, he ate half the witch council, flattened three werewolf tribes, and casually made alliances with the necromages as if they were cute but annoying pets. He owns New York. He rules North America with a very, very short temper. Hell, I think he built this tower to his exact specifications because he now lives exactly one foot higher than every other building in New York. You would not believe how that man likes to lord over people.”

Caroline tried to recall the differences in dragon color and why that might be important and came up blank. “You’d think I’d know who he was with my job description,” she said faintly. “That seems like the kind of detail I would pick up on. And did you say this tower?”

Was there a floor above her? She hadn’t really spent a lot of time looking out the windows. She should have located the elevator and checked to see if it listed the number of floors. Figure out which one she was on. Something to do later then.

“This tower. But more importantly, you’d probably have remembered that you tossed your drink in his face six weeks ago at said PR Party.” Bonnie’s expression grew even more pained. “I’m told the flowers he sent you after that were very nice.”

Caroline tried to suck in air. “I did what now?”

Bonnie nodded, motioning with her hand towards the bedroom. “Two days ago, you went on what I’m pretty sure was your third date. And you apparently stayed over.”

Eyes widening comically, Caroline glanced around the apartment again, trying to comprehend was she was seeing with new eyes. “Bonnie Bennett, I would remember fucking a dragon.”

Bonnie snorted, slapping a hand over her mouth as she visibly struggled not to laugh. Her shoulders shook, breath escaping in faint, choking noises.

“This is not funny,” Caroline rasped, launching to her feet. Meeting her best friends watering eyes, she waved her hands dramatically around them. “You are telling me that I have been sleeping in Klaus Mikaelson’s bed for at least two days? And no one has been here to chuck me out? He hasn’t asked me to leave? Did he go on vacation? If he bailed on me like that and didn’t even so much as leave a note, I don’t care how hot he is, that was probably our last date.” Her eyes narrowed. “I even packed my cutest underwear. He did not deserve them.”

“You can keep the underwear thing to yourself,” Bonnie said hastily, voice still trembling with laughter. She cleared her throat, and tried again. “And to answer your question, no one knows where he is. That’s the problem. Forty-eight hours ago, the witch council announced they had successfully overthrown his hold on the city. Two hours later, you called me and said you couldn’t remember where you were or how you got here, but you had a really strong feeling that you shouldn’t leave.”

Caroline sat back down slowly. “What does that mean?”

Bonnie shook her head. “I don’t know. But what I do know isn’t… great.”

Caroline tried to smile. “That’s not really comforting.”

Bonnie ignored her.

“Klaus brought you back here, to his… for lack of better word, lair. You probably had sex.” Bonnie’s nose wrinkled, but she kept going. “Dragons are possessive at best, Caroline. I don’t know what is going on between the two of you, but it took him over a month to sweet talk you into a date and yet you are keyed heavily enough into his wards that you were able to invite me, a witch, into his home without either of us getting fried.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah, oh. You also feel safe enough here that you didn’t bolt home in a walk-of-shame after waking up alone and suffering from amnesia. ” Her eyes were solemn, not a hint of tease on her face. “Whatever spell was used, it has wiped Klaus from your memory and life so thoroughly you don’t have so much as a text or picture linking back to him. So either you were caught up in the crossfire of the spell that took him out or the entirety of New York has also forgotten him. And none of those options are good ones.”

Caroline swallowed past her suddenly very dry mouth. “What does that mean?”

“I have no idea,” Bonnie said with a sigh. “But his magic is here, you're here. Which means he is alive and we are probably going to have to find him. And we will have to be careful, because if anyone from the council realizes that you’re probably the key to finding him, they’ll try to kill us. I’m already not super popular with some of the older factions, I cannot see this helping matters.”

“What, wait?” Caroline said up straight. “Why do we have to find him? Aren’t there other people who can do that? Didn’t you just say he rules this city? Surely he has like, minions or something that can do the heavy lifting?”

“If only.” Bonnie nodded towards her wrist. “But why us? Because you’re wearing his magic, Care. And while I definitely do not approve of dating a dragon, no matter what I think about it, there is no way his magic would cling to you if you hadn’t agreed to it. Probably. Which means when you aren’t dealing with a weird jedi mind wipe, you care about him. For some reason. And the Caroline I know doesn’t leave people behind.”

Caroline glanced down at her wrist and swallowed hard. Now that Bonnie had pointed it out, she could see the gold shimmer of a mark she couldn’t decipher beneath the familiar blue swallow on her right wrist. That mark felt… right. Familiar, as if she should have known it was there the entire time. Blowing out a breath, she glanced back at Bonnie’s unhappy face and grimaced.

“I bet we can find tequila if we look hard enough.”

#my fic #klaroline #klaroline fanfic #yeah yeah #back on my dragon bullshit #what can I say #I like this trope

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starr-fall-knight-rise · 4 years

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Humans are Space Orcs, “Tanana.”

This was super fun to write this morning. A little bit funny, and I always enjoy hurting Adam a little, accept in a fun way this time no angst.

Hope you guys like it :)

Just a little bit closer.

The small creature looks on innocently munching on a crop of moss. It has four large eyes, two on either side of it’s head, six legs and is about the size of a small to medium-sized dog. It has really long ears, and if it stays still long enough, it’s going to be my dinner.

I scoot closer over the rock arm raised to the low ready, the spear clutched tight in my right hand.

The creature lifts its head.

Shit, it must have heard me. In my panic, I make a decision out of haste and throw the spear. It goes wild and clatters across the stone. The Drev rabbit takes off, and I am left standing stupidly in the middle of the open field weaponless and looking like a jackass.

“Tsa din dasdarish darat?”

I nearly leap out of my skin, turning around to find Hijan standing a few meters behind me near a coiltree.

“Shit, hijan, do you really have to sneak up on me like that.”

The old drev looks at me in amusement. I Know she doesn't understand most of what I am saying, but somehow I think she still gets it.

“Zha deengan.” I say, one of the first phrases I learned how to use. Being able to say I’m hungry is very important in any foreign language.

She tilts her old wizened head at me, “tsa tin danehanish ee dengish?” You were going to kill and eat that?

I shrugged, “Yid zha deengan.”

She crosses her arms, a habit she’s picked up from me, “ene tsa deengan datadish zha dadee sa deeng datahaik.” IF you were hungry I would have given you food.

I sigh, she wouldn’t get it, but still she walks over and hands me a miss twist. I call them that because of their distinct shape, kind of purple and in a strange sort of spiral. When you dry them out they are crunchy like chips though not particularly salty.

I munch absently on the weird plant? Fungus? And she absently plays with my hair. I try to shrug her off, but she’s a lot like my mother in the way that she won't let me be. I am about 100% sure she thinks I am one of her Drevlings. Which has caused a bunch of interesting changes in my life as of recently, not one of which was her decision that I wasn’t colorful enough.

Apparently Drev see humans a lot differently than we do. They can see the way the UV light interacts with our skin. She describes thousands of little spots which turn into swirling stripes. When I asked her to describe the color she said it was similar to turquoise or blue, though I obviously can’t imagine it.

Makes me jealous as hell though.

However, she said my “Carapace” wasn’t colorful enough. When I asked her what she was on about she clearly meant my hair and my nails, which are made up of similar stuff to the Drev carapace.

Long story short, I now have green hair and nails.

Yeah yeah, laugh all you want, but whatever the hell she put in my hair is not coming out. And when I say green, I am not talking like a nice moss green or forest green. I am talking like the color you paint your new Lamborghini kind of electric green.

Not to say that I haven't had my nails painted before, but never this color, and never in tandem with bright flaming green hair. Don’t know why everyone associates me with the color green. I would say it was only my second or third favorite color. Either way, I look super weird as of late, green hair green nails, no shirt, no shoes, and a slowly expanding five-o-clock shadow.

You know I am not a big fan of beards, mostly not a big fan of them on me, but I forgot to bring a razor, so in that department I am kind of fucked.

I mildly wonder if she is going to make me dye my beard green when it finally grows in.

She makes me grab my spear, grabs me by the hand and drags me back towards the village. She doesn’t let go of my hand. I don’t try to fight her, she is stupidly strong, and despite being a grown ass adult, I am apparently her child now.

The other drev find her adopting me very, very funny, but at least now that she has they don’t call me dazhit anymore. The last time someone called me a bitch in front of her, she kicked the crap out of them. I thought it was pretty funny personally. They danced around the circle like a loon expecting her to be weak in her old age, and she just stood there then jabbed them in the throat with the butt-end of her spear when they weren’t expecting it.

I laughed so hard I cried.

Ever since, they have treated me with a little more respect.

We make it to the village, and with one hand she pushes me off towards the training grounds as if to say, “Go join the other kids.”

I sigh and roll my eyes but go.

The last time I tried to skip out she almost had my hide.

I go at her bidding meeting up with the others who are around my height. Hijan watches sometimes, and she has made it very clear that the kids deserve to get the shit beaten out of them. I don’t like it much, but these kids don’t seem bothered when you knock them around. In fact, most of them like it.

I think our trainer is a bit mad that I can actually fight.

I smile to myself

Now that I do fight, I am at the top of the class.

The kids think I cheat, difference is I have different training than they do, and a lot more experience in combat despite what the Drev seem to think.

“Tanana! Naktan ts adon.” Tanana, my nickname, or my drev name I guess means alien. Hijan doesn’t like the name much, so she calls me tsata which means gift. Personally I am pretty flattered she thinks that about me.

I walk into the circle at our leader's orders and Dark ‘the other kid’ steps into the circle across from me. He’s an ugly little shit, and I’m not just saying that. He’s a dick to me on most occasions. When our teacher isn’t looking sometimes I make fun of his coloring, that usually shuts him up. I should probably feel bad for making fun of a kid, but I really don’t. He's a dick and everyone knows it.

Problem is now he has a bit of a vendetta against me, and is pretty hell-bent on putting his spear through my throat.

Good thing we only fight in hand-to-hand combat these days.

“Aleeshazh!”

The kid does not wait till the end of go before he is charging at me hands wide Some of these kids are under the impression that guarding your center is like…. Dishonorable or something. They would be wrong because even Drev now it’s stupid to come in arms wide open. However, at this point I’ll take what I can get.

I dodge past two sets of arms and come in sharply towards hims middle. He has reach on me, so I go in close and brutally aim for what I am hoping is his liver, if Drev have them. My single punch has him staggering back across the circle gasping.

The teacher does not look happy.

I feel kind of smug.

Of course the little brat won’t give up, I’ll give him that, he isn’t a quitter, and charges for me again.

He’s making this too easy,

I wouldn’t call myself a martial arts master or anything in the slightest, but before he knows what’s happening, he’s on the ground with my legs across his chest. I pin his lower arms with my right leg squeezing his upper arm between both. I have tight hold of his wrist, and just as he begins to squirm, I slowly place upward pressure on his elbow by arching my hips upward.

If I wanted to I could snap the joint.

Damn I love a good arm-bar.

He squirms and squeals for a couple of minutes as I continue to apply pressure until the teacher eventually tells me to knock it off.

I let go and he frowns at me. He doesn’t approve, but there isn’t uch he can do. My move wasn’t against the rules or anything.

He looks at me for a long moment eyes narrowing at my unconcealed expression of pride, and a hint of smugness.

I can see he wants to wipe the look off my face, “zha jasti tsa jej atatchan teeya dzhalakat.”

I grin, “Of course I am too skillful for children. Surprised it took you so long to see that.”

He does the drev equivalent of a frown. I know he can understand most of what I am saying, unlike others, but I think it still annoys him when I speak English.

Tough luck bro, my mouth goes way faster than my brain, its one of my worst qualities. If it didn’t I’d speak Drev More, but for now it was going to take practice.

“Ene tsa ditan atatchan juhkee tsa tehish zheengat s dzhal.”

Well shit.

His if you are so skillful than you can fight with the adults was not an encouraging statement.

I honestly hadn’t meant that to come out as dickish as it did, but now I was definitely already regretting my decision to be a smug bitch.

Guess that is what karma does to you.

I see Hijan at a distance, watching as I am dragged over to the next training field. The Drevlings follow at a distance chirping to themselves excited to see me get my ass beat.

We come up over the rise just as one of the training circle is in session.

Two Drev go at each other with spears so hard sparks are flying. Their feet cut tears in the moss as they push each other across the stone. As we come up one of them is hit in the head so hard they are knocked completely out of the circle.

“Dazhit.” I mutter

Our teacher and their teacher stop to speak at each other. I can see them staring at me pointing and speaking quietly with each other.

The older class adjusts themselves and looks on in great interest.

I don’t know these guys well, but I am pretty sure I am about to know the butt of their spears pretty well.

I sigh and shoulder my own spear, which…. Is significantly shorter than everyone else’s.

I’m not self-conscious.

“Tanana daeen hajish.”

I walk over as ordered my spear still over one shoulder.

“Tsak nantan tarik.” Your new teacher

I lower my head, “Tarik”

She seems amused and motions towards the circle, “Tanana ts adon. Zha nin tsa tehish darat zhegingi jastat.” get in the circle, I want to see what you can do.

Oh, great.

I do as told stepping into the circle as she calls one of her students forward. She’s a light colored Drev, the color of cream/orange rose petals. I am pretty sure the Drev would consider her pretty…. Did I mention that she’s at least two feet taller than me?

Well she is.

She rams her spear butt into the dirt, and I swallow hard.

The Tarik waves a hand and we begin to circle.

I hold my spear like they taught me, though I am much better at hand-to-hand combat. We test each other for a minute moving forward and back, watching each other’s guard. Of course, she strikes first though.

I dodge out of the way quickly, expecting to come in and wrap her across the back of the knees, but she spends around and blocks me at the last moment. We connect together so hard that my hands go almost immediately numb.

She brings the butt of her spear around, and I am just barely able to duck under it. She comes at me again, and I step back as the spearhead slices past my chest.

My eyes go wide as I stare at my almost evisceration.

I barely look up in time to block her fro the side.

The hit makes my bones hurt.

I flick my spear up trying to catch her in the face, but she knocks me away with impunity.

She has me backed against the edge of the circle.

She doesn’t expect me to make it out. Too bad I have seen way more action movies than she has. As she cuts over me, I slide under the cu on my knees skidding over the rock and past her into the center of the circle.

She turns to find me and barley blocks my strike.

I’m doing pretty good.

This isn’t so bad.

That’s when the kid gloves come off, and she strikes me so hard and fast I can barely raise my spear to block her. A vicious second later she comes in with the killing blow, or the crippling one.

Did you know you can knock someone out by hitting them hard enough in the liver?

Yeah I didn’t know that either, apparently the body sense major trauma and is just like nah fam I am not about that life. The vagus nerve gets activated too.

So there I am lying on the moss and the dirt curled up in a ball trying not to vomit or pass out.

I can hear that little gremlin Naktan laughing in the background.

God I hate him.

And I am in SOOO much pain. I am pretty sure my liver has been ruptured pretty sure I am going to die right here on the face of the planet.

I groan, “Hijan… help…. hijan .”

Yeah yeah practically crying for my mother like a wuss. I know no need to point it out

But guys, I am dying. Or at least I am pretty sure I am.

Luckily for me she shows up and eventually the others leave. I can feel her running a hand through my hair, which would be nice if I wasn’t pretty sure I was dying

Turns out though, I wasn’t dying, I am just pathetic

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Daminette December, day 3 «Decoration»

I sincerely apologize for the late update guys! I hope you will like it. Well, now, I'm leaving to start writing the fourth day (´･ω･`)

Marinette smiled when she heard Cass happily fiddling with the decorations, quietly humming another Christmas song. The older girl tried to attach another tinsel to the unfortunate batmobile. Stephanie, sparkling with joyful eyes, pasted the ceiling of the batcave with sparkles, while she can't stop giggling madly.

«This is really such a good day, isn’t it, Mari?» — a pleasant voice sounded nearby.

Turning her head, Dupain-Cheng saw a smiling Barbara. Gordon held out a cocoa for Netty, watching with mocking pleasure how the blonde weighing herself under the ceiling. Marinette nodded fervently, grabbing the cup she had handed out to her and quickly took a sip, shrugging her shoulders because of the chill that ran across her skin. A hot drink instantly burned the girl's tongue, giving in to warmth in her throat and stomach, warming her body. The weather in Gotham was not the best, the wind whistled outside, turning the streets into a cold calamity, because of which no one was wanted to be outside. While everyone was hiding in the houses, frost painted the windows of the houses with beautiful patterns, covering them with unthinkable curls and interesting lines.

Marinette smiled, thinking that even in this terrible weather there was something good. She never liked the winter cold, agreeing to snowballs at maximum, and now, after she became Ladybug, the girl had a great effort not to hibernate and continue to get out of a warm bed every morning.

Barbara seemed to think the same thing when she saw how Netty flinch from the cold, because now the woman frowned. A few days ago, Marinette fell asleep for 53 hours, leaving all Waynes in a panic. Damian was back then paler than the sheet, refusing to leave his girlfriend's bed and Gordon fully understood him. She still remembered the unsteady fear that gripped her soul when she thought that someone from her family might disappear again.

Cassandra distracted the woman from unpleasant memories, placing on Babs shoulder her hand in support and quietly inquiring with worrying eyes.

Barbara shook her head, «It's okay, Cass», — and held out her arms to hug the two dark-haired girls.

Marinette buried her nose in the neck of the red-haired wiman and purred with satisfaction, feeling that much wanted warm.

«What? Hugs?! And without me?», — Steph indignant voice interrupted them.

The blonde crossed her arms over her chest, resentfully and indignantly looked at the girls, offended by their betrayal.

«Cm'ere», — Cassandra softly smiled and with a strong hand pulled blond one into their arms.

None of the girls noticed the superfluous person until a shocked voice came out.

«Angel, what the hell?»

Mari blinked in surprise at the familiar voice. When she turned her head to the intruder, the girl saw a bewildered Damian, who was holding one of his swords. More precisely, one of his new swords with which Netty replaced the past.

The hilt of the sword was showered with red bumps and decorated with hand-carved pink painted flowers. A huge artsy green bow was attached at the top, with two little bells, that rang merrily every time the boy shook his sword. The blade sparkled with neat gems, folding in a pattern resembling cherry blossoms. Marinette sincerely believed that this was actually an insult to her as a designer, but she could not help but laugh, when she saw her boyfriend's face twisted in despair.

The rest of the Batboys stood beside him, smirking at his desperate attempts to tear off the vile bow. Batman grinned, taking off his mask and turning his head to the four girls.

«You did a good job, huh?»

Stephanie suddenly turned pale and tried to move away, which attracted the attention of Bruce. The man frowned in incomprehension, looking around the room with a dark attentive gaze, and when he saw something, he made a strange sound, something like a creak. The boy-birds stared at him blankly, but following his shocked gaze, they saw the Batmobile and laughed louder than before. Damian snorted cheerfully, pulling a sly grin on his face.

«Is there something wrong, father? I thought you liked their work.»

Elder Wayne sent him a wicked look, and then looked at his car again in despair. Scattered with various bright ornaments, it even stopped looking like the famous Batman mobile, more reminiscent of an elaborate children's toy, created to attract attention.

On the doors of the car were painted beautiful deer carrying Santa's sleigh, windows and windshield were hidden by golden bells, which were tied to the huge fragrant branches of the Christmas tree. On the front was something what all the girls were proud of: the huge face of a happy Santa with moving eyes. The picture was completed with fervently blinking garlands and multi-colored tinsels. On the wheels of the Batmobile was shining red and green LEDs.

Jason grunted with laughter and went over to touch Santa's strange eyes to make sure wasn't dreamed, and when the pupils of his eyes jerked the other way, he wheezed.

«I advise you not to flatter yourself, Big Jay», — Marinette smiled maliciously.

Cass, standing next to her, giggled when she saw the frightened expression on the face of Red Hood. The man jerked toward his weapon, but when he reached it he let out a sad cry.

«What the hell is wrong with you?», — he flashed his eyes viciously, grabbing the same bright gun as the previous things.

The weapon sparkled with all kinds of colors, painted with cheerful snowmen. The handle was painted under the Christmas tree and a bright festive ball hung on it.

Dick giggled, his eyes was sparkling with pleasure.

«God, this is the best day of my life!»

A pale Tim echoed in response.

«God, this is the worst day of my life»

Richard confused bowed his head to the side.

«What do you mean?»

Damian rolled his eyes when he saw the incomprehensible look of his older brother.

«Don't ya understand, Grayson? You two are next», — Nightwing fearfully squeaked.

«Timmy», — Brown sang sweetly, — «I advise you to look at the computer desk»

Timothy slowly turned his head to the computer, looking ready to faint right now. Near the chair was the most beautiful Christmas tree he had ever seen. She reached the ceiling, decorated with all kinds of wreaths, garlands, ribbons, candles and candy canes. At the top was the most beautiful shining star that could be found. The problem was that the pine tree was made of documents.

Drake let out a plaintive sob.

«Oh, Tim», — Barbara smiled softly as she approached the man, — «It's unnecessary and old papers.»

Tim looked up at her, hopeful.

«Really?»

«Really», — Marinette answered him, «I would hate myself if I used the important papers. I know very well how much time is spent on this real-life nightmare», — the man sighed in relief.

«Hey, Dick Head ran away»

«Oh, it's okay», — Marinette smiled venomously, — «His surprise is not here»

The Wayne family looked at each other in dismay, with the same thought in their head.

«Womens are damn scary»

They were surely convinced of this when later in the evening there was a scream throughout the estate, full of horror. A frightened Grayson ran out of the bathtub, crying in fear, and his hair was dyed in a beautiful emerald shade.

After that, Gotham was exploded for a month with hundreds of photos of Bruce Wayne's eldest son, Richard Grayson, who was dressed every day in the worst Christmas sweaters that you could possibly find, and a video of how Nightwing, whose costume now looks more like a holiday tree, stumbles on garlands, hung on them and then falls from the roofs.

Ladybug, who will be later asked about this incidents, only smiles mysteriously and answers that this is his punishment for trying to avoid a holyday surprise.

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esabri · 4 years

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har-rison-s · 5 years

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you've silenced the great richie tozier!

request: I love your writings! You said you will write for all of the losers? Would you write a Richie x reader where the reader is an even bigger trash mouth and he’s like oh thats super hot?

A/N: Bonsoir, ladies and gents. Saturday, 19:45. Starting a little earlier, yay. Really wanna finish this tonight. I've watched 3 horror movies today, jesus christ. + Now I'm home alone. Now it's Sunday, haha. My eyes are tired from crying (I watched Chapter Two again and cried everything out). But I wanna finish this, I hope I do. Yah, lol, I didn't even live up to my own expectations. It's Tuesday and I really hope I actually finish and post this tonight. Happy reading!

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“Beats spending it inside your mother.” Richie's exclaims and raises a hand for Stanley to high-five, but the boy brings it down. Last day of school, the boys have emptied their school bags of their contents, and are currently sharing their summer plans.

“Oh, it's Y/N.” Eddie announces, he sees the girl coming towards him and his friends. “Hi, Y/N.” Eddie waves at her and Y/N waves back.

“Hey, virgins.” She greets them with a big smile. The boys respond with quiet “hellos”, and they expect Richie to respond with something in his style of conversation, but there's just a small “hello” from him, too. Bill shows his surprise, looking at Richie with raised eyebrows. Y/N senses the strange silence between the four and scratches the back of her head out of pure nerves. “Why are we all so stiff? Playing manikins?”

“Yeah, haven't heard of the new play? The plot is set in a clothing store.” Richie says, his tongue back to work. Y/N narrows her eyes at the boy.

“And I assume you'll be playing the guy who gets a wardrobe makeover?” She raises an eyebrow, and eyes Richie up and down. His friends laugh, and for the first time in his life, Richie doesn't have anything to say. Even his friends notice. “So, what are you guys doing today? Last day of school!” Y/N wiggles her eyebrows with a grin on her lips.

“W-we have thuh-the Bar-Barrens.” Bill informs her. “Y-You wanna come al-along?”

“Sure. I've got nothing else to do, anyway.” Y/N shrugs.

“You're so sweet.” Richie says sarcastically.

“No sweeter than your dad's tongue.” She shoots right back, which earns laughter from the other three boys. Richie's quite frozen on the spot from her quick response. He adjusts his glasses. There's many things to say, but none of them cross Richie's mind. And he hates to be losing at a conversation of this sort.

The group of five start to head towards their bikes, though Henry Bowers and his friends are unfortunately in the group's way. First Bowers pushes Richie into Stanley, which causes both boys to fall down. Y/N immediately runs over to them and helps the boys to get back up on their feet.

Once they're up again, Richie and Stan both thank her for it. One boy is more flustered than the other, looking at her with deep red cheeks. Confidently, and without shame, Y/N faces Henry Bowers and shows him her clearly pissed off expression. But the bully isn't looking at her yet. “Hey, Bowers!” She calls out to him. Eddie, Richie, Stan and Bill look to her in a contained panic, and the Bowers gang, all four of them, turn their attention to Y/N, and the main bully sees the angry expression on her face. But it doesn't intimidate him in the slightest. “The fact that you're a dick doesn't make yours bigger.”

“Are you crazy?!” Eddie hisses to her, but Y/N pays no mind to the boy. Eddie's clearly in worry about her further well-being. Henry Bowers starts approaching her, and she stands bravely between her friends, not intimidated. And even though she's not afraid of the bully, she knows she should have kept her mouth shut. Just like Richie, this curse of always spitting out jokes and insults, will get her literally killed one day.

“Your summer will be hell.” Bowers growls. “You'll wish you were never born, you slag.” He tells her.

Y/N still looks at the bully, her slight anger rising more and more in his eyes, and feels a tugging at her skirt. It's Bill, signalling for her that it's time to go, but she doesn't notice him yet. “At least I'm not a failure like you.” She shoots right back at Bowers.

“Fuck!” Richie curses and they have to grab Y/N and make her leave with them a bit forcefully. The only way she could survive now is just to run. She and the boys head in a quick pace to their bikes, they're running as fast as they can, the Bowers gang right behind them. Though it's a little hard for Henry to run when his legs are like wooden sticks.

Though Richie is scared to death to actually get caught by Bowers and for Y/N to have the same destiny, he's very impressed by her. She's just like him, but—wait, could that be possible?—a bigger trashtalker than Richie. Could that really be possible?

He's also a bit jealous of her, but mostly he finds this increased, female-version-of-him Y/N quite… attractive. And not just because she speaks the way he does and because their personalities are basically the same, but also because she's pretty. She's very pretty. Though he feels like her personality bests her looks (No offense, Y/N's face, he thinks). She's magnetic.

“Fuck, I forgot my bike.” Y/N realises a big detail.

“You can ride with me.” Eddie proposes, and Y/N nods. They try to get on their bikes as fast as they can, with Bowers right around the corner.

“Be careful, Eddie, she might give you cooties.” Richie says, already on his bike and waiting for his friends to get started.

“You've already got all of them.” Y/N responds before Eddie can, and the boys laugh, despite their situation.

Y/N gets on the back of Eddie's bike, and off they all go. Bill leads his friends the shortest way to the Barrens, they pedal behind him as fast as they can. Y/N hears Bowers yelling profanities after them, threats that he will find them and make this summer their last.

But the girl only laughs at his threats and yells, and that takes Richie's attention once again. He adjusts his glasses and grins at the girl. She's completely untouched by Bowers and what comes with the name, the fear of him is chained to his last name like a dog to a fence. She's reckless, and she's funny. She's got a strong spirit. And Richie digs that. He hasn't met a girl like her before.

At least one that hangs out with him and his friends, and is, on the inside, a good person. Y/N looks over at Richie. “What are you looking at, Tozier?” She asks. “Glasses don't work? I'm not Diane Lane, sorry, sweetheart.”

The other boys laugh, but Richie's reaction is lesser. There's only a smile on his lips. “You wish.” He says to her, and Y/N sticks out her tongue at him.

“You wish you were Matt Dillon, Tozier.” She says, and looks at the road in front of her, and Eddie's hair that gets in the way of this view.

Richie hangs onto her words, and doesn't want to admit the truth in them. He does wish so, Dillon's the biggest heartthrob of this decade. There isn't a boy who doesn't wish to be in his shoes, with his looks and his charm. Cause all the girls dig Matt Dillon.

“You like him?” Richie asks her, and Y/N turns her head back at him. She raises an eyebrow once again.

“What's it to you?” She asks. Richie pretends like he's thinking, thinking deeply. His hand on his chin and a far-away look in his eyes.

“Say, what would you do if I woke up tomorrow and I would be Matt Dillon? Look like him, talk like him.” Richie proposes an idea. “What's your action?” He raises an eyebrow and grins suggestively.

“You'd be in Hollywood, which is a thousand miles away, so… I wouldn't really be able to do anything.” Y/N says, shrugging.

“Take a left!” Bill yells from the front, and Eddie speeds in front of an appalled Richie. The glassed boy only stares after Y/N on the back of Eddie's bike. She's got a big grin on her face, and she even laughs at Richie. Once again, she's made him lose his voice.

“Ha-ha! I'm in front of you!” Eddie brags to Richie. The boy's always been the fastest, but not now. He can't even think of being at the very front of his friend group. It doesn't even seem to matter now, doesn't seem like the most important thing.

What does though, is how to out-smart this girl. But looks like she's always a step--no, correction--a joke ahead of Richie. She's out-sassed him, and Richie is blown away. No one's ever done that before. And a girl? Most girls these days can't even look guys in the eye without fainting or blushing red like tomatoes. But Y/N's different. And Richie can't deny that he finds her hot, and her snapping back and out-smarting him.

Through the time the Losers and Y/N spent together on the last day of school, most of it was spent listening to Y/N and Richie going back and forth with jokes, too-corny-to-be-used-properly pick-up lines and pop-culture references. Though Y/N mostly beat him down, winning the unofficial contest. And she left Richie with his mind blank and mouth hanging open quite often. Bill, Eddie and Stanley had laughed at their friend. They were thankful to have found someone who makes the all-powerful Richie Tozier stutter and actually doubt his superiority in the comedy business.

He became quite fascinated with her, and he couldn't even hide his blush when she spoke to him. Though he did try to hide it, she still saw the pink tint coloring his squishy cheeks. And she had laughed, but to herself. She didn't want to embarrass the boy more than she already had. But it did make her feel a little powerful to be able to do so.

“Oh, no, now I get it.” She had said, and Richie had looked at her. For some reason, he thought she'd have a genuine statement to make. “You're auditioning for the red dress in the play.” She had concluded, and left Richie with his voice stuck in his throat.

“With a pale skin like yours, you'll do great as the white one!” He'd soon replied, which earned him a splash of Derry sewer water on his legs. The boy had only laughed and looked at the magnetic girl with wondering, wide eyes.

“I'll do great as a vampire.” Y/N had responded, and made a face that was supposed to mock the mentioned creature.

“And live off other people's blood? Disgusting, but enticing.” Richie makes an i'm-thinking face.

“I think blood is much more valuable than relying on them to always laugh at your jokes.” Y/N had admitted, and that earned her a splash of grey water on her legs. She'd squealed, but with a smile, and given an even bigger splash back to Richie. He'd gasped, almost covered in the liquid head to toe, and looked at Y/N.

“You're dead!” He'd screamed and pin-pointed the moment all hell broke loose. More specifically, he broke the hell right onto Y/N. An intense water duel had begun then, which no one except Richie and Y/N took part in, finding the activity more disgusting and unnecessary than standing by and watching would ever be.

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clumsyclifford · 4 years

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you’re the photographer who’s been camped in front of my penthouse apartment for two weeks and i finally got lonely enough to come downstairs and share my leftovers with you” au or the child star one please i am begging you -it’s me rye rye rye your boat

ok im working on the child star thing but its gonna end up being much longer so heres this which honestly also ran away from me let’s see if tumblr will even let it all post it’s almost 2k ENJOY thank u for the prompt ily

The first day, Calum glances out the window and sees a whole host of paps on his front step and thinks, good thing I did the shopping yesterday.

The third day, most of them have gone except a few stragglers. Calum is determined to wait them out.

The sixth day, Calum is starting to run low on milk, and there's only one person left out there. He’s properly set up camp, actually, in a beat-up Volkswagen that makes Calum chuckle, then catch himself for chuckling because this man is for all intents and purposes his mortal enemy. Calum finds it strange that someone with such brightly colored hair and (squinting, he thinks he can make out) tattoos would be a paparazzi. He looks more like a punk groupie than a photographer, but to each their own, Calum supposes. He's tempted to make a break for it, or maybe sneak out in a cap and sunglasses, but leaving the apartment at all will get him photographed, and sue him, he’d like to be left alone. This is, like, the only month he gets to himself before training starts up again. He intends to take full advantage of it. Total invisibility.

Which would be a lot easier if this fucking pap wasn’t dead set on snapping his photo. Calum sees him turn the lens of the camera towards Calum’s front window, and he hastily moves out of sight.

The tenth day, Calum calls Luke.

“What?” Luke asks.

“‘Hey, Cal, nice to hear from you,’” Calum says. “Thanks, Lukey, right back at you.”

“I thought you were doing radio silence for a month,” Luke says. “Like, keeping your head down.”

“I am,” Calum says, exasperated. “There’s just one guy who’s been camped out in front of my building for, like, almost two weeks.”

“So what? Just go past him. He’s just one guy,” Luke says. Calum envies Luke. It must be nice to not care what the press thinks. Not that Calum cares, exactly; he just hates that they’re so insistent on being invasive. Calum’s not supposed to be a public figure, he’s supposed to be a symbol of Aussie pride. He plays soccer, that’s all. Nothing to be excited about.

“No,” Calum says. He’s not sure where this dogged determination is coming from, but he knows he would rather die than acknowledge the paparazzi out in front of his building. He’s got a right to his privacy, damn it. “Look, it’s a whole thing, I don’t want to get into it. But, uh, I’m sort of short on a few groceries. D’you mind…”

Luke heaves an exhausted sigh that Calum recognizes well. He calls it the fucking hell Calum the things I do for you sigh. Sounds similar to the fucking hell Ashton the things I do for you sigh, but less horny.

“Fine,” he says. “Send me a list.”

Luke gets photographed on his way both up and down the building. Calum watches the one stubborn pap take his picture, look at it on the camera screen, and slump over as if thoroughly drained.

Well. That’s his problem.

After two weeks, Calum caves.

He’s been subtly watching the pap out the window, and every day he looks a little worse for wear. Not that Calum can see him very well, but he can tell in the set of his shoulders, the way he leans against the steering wheel of his car or slouches against the driver’s window. Calum hasn’t been consistently staring, but he’s pretty sure this guy hasn’t even left. How is he eating? Is he eating? UberEats, maybe? Calum shudders to imagine living off of delivery Maccas. Here he is, eating home-cooked food, and this poor pap has been sitting out there, probably wishing he could go home and make some pasta.

For the first time in his recorded life, Calum takes pity on the paparazzi.

He cobbles together some leftovers from the past few nights — homemade pizza, a bean dish he’d got off the internet that hadn’t been half bad, and some spaghetti bolognese. He heats it all up and then takes the elevator down to the lobby.

Calum has genuinely not left his apartment in two entire weeks, so the greying evening takes him aback, but not nearly as much as when he makes eye contact with the blue-haired pap and the guy doesn’t instantly take his picture. Also, Calum thinks, despite his best efforts not to acknowledge it, he has to admit this is the most attractive paparazzi he’s ever met, and easily the most laid-back. Is that an eyebrow piercing? Fucking hell.

The pap rolls down his window. “Uh, hi?”

Calum starts to feel a bit silly, but whatever, he’s already here. “Hi,” he says. “Uh, you’ve just — you’ve been camped out here awhile, and I thought…maybe you’d want some real food? Not just, like, UberEats?”

The blue-haired pap looks suspicious. “Is this a bribe?”

“No, I wish,” Calum says, laughing a little. “If anything, this feels like feeding a kitten to encourage it to stay. I’d love for you to leave, but if you’re not going to, the least I can do is make sure you’re eating well.”

“I’ll leave,” the blue-haired guy says, surprising Calum. “I — I’ve wanted to leave since I got here. I’m sorry. You don’t have to feed me —”

“I insist,” Calum says, because he’s already gone through the trouble of heating it up, and he has a fork and everything. God, he’s going to regret this, he thinks, before adding: “Unlock the door? I’ll sit with you.”

The blue-haired guy looks positively dumbstruck. “Um,” he says. “You don’t have to.”

“Believe me, I know,” Calum says. “You just look like you could use the company. And, to be honest, so could I. What’s your name?”

“Michael,” blue-haired guy says, smiling gratefully with just a touch of apprehension. “Alright, if you say so.”

He hits a button, and Calum comes around to the passenger side and climbs into the car. It occurs to him that Michael could easily kidnap him right now. Calum’s entirely defenceless, and has just willingly gotten into a car with him.

(But Michael doesn’t look that strong, and Calum’s an athlete, for god’s sake. He could take him.)

“Here,” Calum says when he’s settled, offering up the food. “It’s all warm and everything.” He hesitates as Michael takes the tupperwares and cracks one open. “You — you said you wanted to leave? Why haven’t you?”

Michael already has a mouthful of spaghetti, so he covers his mouth with his hand and swallows before speaking. Calum tracks the way his Adam's apple moves, then mentally slaps himself for doing that.

“‘S my job,” Michael says. “Not because I like it. It just, it pays well enough, and…it’s not like I have anything better to do with my time. I’m usually not invasive like this, I swear. I try to keep at the back, I just get some blurry photos and people pay me for them, nobody usually cares. But my boss was, like, crazy about this. He kept pushing to get exclusive photos, and then when he heard you had a month off, he told me to stake you out like my life depended on it.” Michael looks incredibly sheepish, hanging his head. “Sorry, mate. I thought I could just get a few pictures on the first day and be done with it, and then when you didn’t come out, I tried to tell my boss you’d holed up. But he wasn’t having it. Told me to stick it out.”

“Christ,” Calum says, aghast. “Your boss sounds like a real dick.”

“He is,” Michael says agreeably. “But, you know. I need the money, so.”

Calum likes how honest Michael is. It’s refreshing. People tend to lie to him a lot, especially in regards to his job, which he’s usually very good at, but gets told he’s good at even when he’s not. Michael’s forthright, though. Calum appreciates it about him.

“Well,” he says obligingly, “take a few photos now and take them back to your boss. Can even say you got an exclusive interview if that wins you any points.”

Michael raises his eyebrows. “I didn’t.”

“Fine,” Calum says. “Ask me a question. Wait.” He pulls his phone out and opens up the voice memo app. Hits record. “Alright, ask me a question.”

Michael looks amused. “Okay, but you’re not going to like this question very much.” Calum gestures for him to go on. “Okay. Um, what exactly are you famous for?”

Calum stares at him and then bursts out laughing.

Once he’s calmed down, he manages, “I never thought I’d say this, but I am absolutely delighted to have met you, Michael. I’m the center forward for Socceroos.”

“Oh,” Michael says, grinning. “Explains why I don’t know you, then. I’m not really a sports guy.”

“Yeah? What kind of guy are you?”

Michael shrugs. “Music, really. Part of why I ended up in this line of work.”

So Calum’s initial instinct had been correct. He’s weirdly proud to know that.

“Well, Calum Hood,” Michael says, and Calum likes how his name sounds in an unfamiliar voice, saying it because it’s what he’s called, not because it’s some big name to throw around, “what’s your favorite color?”

“Blue,” Calum says.

“How many years have you played soccer?”

“Most of them. Boring question, been asked that a million times,” Calum answers. “Come on, be creative.”

Michael arches his eyebrow, like he’s ready for the challenge. “Alright then. Worst drink you ever had?”

“Any time I have to drink beer in America, it’s a dark day,” Calum says. American beer is awful, and he will die on that hill.

“Favorite song at the moment?”

“‘Monsters’ by All Time Low.” Michael hums appreciatively.

“Good taste. Favorite article of clothing you own?”

Calum glances down at himself. “Probably this sweatshirt,” he admits, because he’s pretty sure at this point the sweatshirt is legally part of his body. Has he even taken it off in two weeks? Hard to say.

“Uh, worst way you’ve ever tried to pick someone up?”

Calum really only thinks for a moment before diving headfirst. “Well, once there was this pap who sat outside my building for two weeks, so I brought him my leftovers because I felt badly, but then he turned out to be fairly interesting and very attractive, so.”

Michael turns pink. He grabs Calum’s phone and turns off the recording.

“You’re not picking me up,” Michael says. “You can’t. This is my car.”

Calum laughs. He likes Michael. “Humor me,” he says. “You can say no. I’ll still let you have the pictures and everything, I’m not a total dickhead.”

“I didn’t say no,” Michael says. He lifts up his camera. “Smile.”

Calum makes his most serious face at the camera and listens for the click. He makes another face, and the camera clicks again. Then again, and once more.

“Alright,” Michael says. “That’s my job done. I’m officially off the clock. You were asking me something, I think?”

“You’re a shit,” Calum says. “I might take it back.”

Michael grins. “You will not.”

No, he won’t. “Fine,” he says. “Dinner? Or, uh, ice cream? You’ve sort of just eaten.”

“Won’t say no to ice cream,” Michael says. He looks over at Calum and smirks. “Imagine if this is the ‘how I met your father’ story.”

It’s an extremely forward thing to say, Calum’s too busy laughing to call him out on it.

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shewasanamericangirl · 5 years

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I know, but for the benefit of those who may not be into tokusatsu and follow your blog, tell us about some of your favorite toku cuties!

oh boy, i could go on about this all day. which i will. hope you don’t mind that they’ll mostly be guys, as tokusatsu in general tends to be a sausagefest. i’ll try to avoid spoilers for the aforementioned non-toku devotees.

let’s get the obvious one out of the way first!

black woz from kamen rider zi-o

he came from 50 years in the future to give a high school boy a magic belt that would enable him to become an evil king with ultimate dominion over space-time

catchphrase: “REJOICE!” followed by super hammed up dramatic speeches whenever said high school boy gains a cool new power

user of the thoth stand

he basically worships this high school boy and tries to encourage him to become the despot who shaped the dystopian hellscape woz came from

he has a doppelganger we call white woz whose goals are completely counter to his, and you know what? the woz who stans the evil king is the good one

he likes natto and mustard on his rice

he can actually be surprisingly sassy if you push his buttons enough

woz’s actor, keisuke watanabe, is the prettiest human being in this universe

shinji kido from kamen rider ryuki

REJOICE! he’s also in zi-o!

he transforms into kamen rider ryuki, with dragon powers and a mask like a sports car grille

catchphrase is “oi, ren!” which was changed for me forever after watching the end of the rider time ryuki special

he is my son! i want to adopt him!

dumb as fuck, heart of gold, will let you peg

he works as a reporter at a not very reputable newspaper which seems to mostly publish investigations of weird rumors and urban legends

he also works as a waiter at this cute teahouse

he still has no money because his friend yui broke a window

in the world of ryuki, kamen riders must duke it out in a battle royale by transforming into their super alter egos and entering the monster-infested world on the other side of reflective surfaces

shinji doesn’t want to fight anyone though, he just wants to keep the monsters from hurting people!

he’s such a sweet cute idiot. i’d protect him with my life.

akira nijino from ressha sentai toQger

transforms into toQ 6gou, the the orange toQger

catchphrase: “this is the place where i will die…” (and variations on that)

reformed monster turned magical railroad worker turned hero

his introductory arc will tug at your heartstrings

his face turn happened after he saw a rainbow for the first time, and henceforth dedicated his life to protecting rainbows

his guilt complex hangs over him in the form of a literal rain cloud

he’s normally taciturn but gets super cheerful and giggly in the presence of cute baby animals, especially kittens

he loves public baths so much he uses the word “aishiteru”

he often makes his dramatic entrance while playing a mournful tune on his harmonica

he’s got a lot of internal conflict going on but he’s such a good guy

his monster form has the softest fluffiest ears and a bitchin cowboy outfit

seriously sets off my gaydar for some reason?

noel takao from kaitou sentai lupinranger VS keisatsu sentai patranger

transforms into both the silver lupin X AND the golden patren X

catchphrase is “oh la la!” which he says when surprised/excited/intrigued

he’s both a phantom thief and an elite international police officer. it just works…somehow.

uses his mecha train to travel between japan and france in no time flat

older than he looks

does unnecessary acrobatic stunts for the hell of it (which his actor, seiya motoki, really does!)

wants the phantom thieves and police officers to be friends and work together instead of fighting

lowkey shipper on deck

(accidentally typed “lowkey shipper on dick”)

is he japanese? is he french? well that is just his own sweet and sexy secret

owns a shiny silver and gold kimono equally as awesome as akira’s in the gif above

tsukasa kadoya from kamen rider decade

he’s kamen rider decade

catchphrase is “i’m just a kamen rider passing through…remember that!”

his show is so weird and confusing but that’s okay because he’s cute and has an adorably bad attitude

always trying to take photos with the camera he carries. they always turn out looking shitty. he says it’s because the world is rejecting him, and not because he’s shitty at taking photos.

so he’s supposed to hop universes destroying worlds but he seems to just keep saving them instead

said worlds are extremely strange AUs of the first nine heisei kamen rider shows

anyway, back to tsukasa. he has a weird and sexy way of sitting which he did in front of black woz once which made him start doing it

actually his interactions with black woz in zi-o are memorably hilarious for both characters

every time tsukasa enters a new world, he automatically has a job that helps him fit in. in the kiva world, he’s a concert violinist–and boy, can he play. in the blade world, he’s the head chef of a cafeteria, and comes up with some great (if a little underhanded) methods of making money.

what the fuck is he even doing?

will i have the answer to that by the time i finish watching decade or nah?

regardless, he’s incredibly charming, and pleasant to watch

ma…zhen…TA.

umika hayami from kaitou sentai lupinranger VS keisatsu sentai patranger

umika is secretly the super cute phantom thief lupin yellow!

she’s super cute and acts cheery but she’s got some intense sadness going on deep down which remains a secret to most people

waits tables at bistro jurer (the front for the lupinrangers)

i started watching lupat because she’s cute, even though i did not think i’d really get into super sentai

(i did)

fellow lupinranger and bistro staff kairi pinches her nose just like how his older brother used to pinch his nose

…when umika turns it around and pinches kairi’s nose…when that happens you will want to cry, just sayin

one of the patrangers gets a big dumb crush on her, unaware that she’s actually a lupinranger (can you blame him?)

she loves fashion and has a delightful sense of style

her favorite pair of earrings look like cherries and they’re soooooo cute, eat your heart out noriaki kakyoin

sougo tokiwa from kamen rider zi-o

he’s the high school boy black woz is obsessed with

he’s kamen rider zi-o, kamen rider zi-o ii, kamen rider oma zi-o, part of the fusion kamen rider zi-o trinity, and has a fuckton of various forms

in the tradition of shinji kido he is cute, dumb, sweet, and bleaches his hair

can you believe this widdle bitty cutie pie grows up to become a megalomaniacal overlord subjecting humanity to a dark timeline of misery and woe??

at least, he might. he’d rather not. the time travelers from 2068 inform him that it’s a definite possibility.

good at history, bad at math

has been convinced since childhood that he will become a king after graduating high school, and because of that, he has no other career aspirations and no friends…wah wah waaaaaaaah

a plucky orphan much like myself

possesses latent psychic time manipulation powers that are a little scary if you think about them too hard

haru “tokatti” tokashiki from ressha sentai toQger

blue hero toQ 2gou

during roll call he always bows and says something

adorkableness incarnate

this boy is a nervous wreck

he adjusts the train track visor on his sentai mask like it’s his glasses

massive crush on his childhood friend mio, aka toQ 3gou and the mom friend of the group (she is also a toku cutie i love to bits) (i ship it hard)

becomes particularly close friends with akira, which is interesting to see since their personalities (and suit colors) contrast so much

even when anxious and easily discouraged, tokatti is always brave and strong for his friends when in a pinch

thinks of his big brother ryo as a cool superhero

the glasses nerf just how handsome he is

i have a lot of other tokusatsu cuties i adore but these are some of the ones who’ve been on my mind the most lately! hopefully you readers enjoy this small sampling of tokusatsu dorks 💖

#shylax #long post

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surveys-at-your-service · 5 years

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Survey #216

“cocaine in a crucifix, say your prayers, take your licks.”

How much money is in your wallet right now? Not a lot. Maybe like $10. What’s the last thing you purchased from the store? Me myself? No idea. Have you ever seen the movie Mean Girls? If so, did you think it was funny? Yeah, it's a nice movie. What do you usually get on your sub at Subway? Ham, American cheese, bacon, banana peppers, pickles, and Chipotle sauce. I think that's it. Is your bed made right now? Do you usually make your bed, or does someone make it for you? I'm in my bed. I always am. Have you ever had a crush of one of your friends’ brothers/sisters? No. Do you take naps often? I take one most days. Are you an only child? If not, do you get annoyed by your siblings a lot? No, and they don't annoy me, but then again, I live with none of them. What’s your favorite Disney movie? The Lion King. Does it take you a while to fall asleep? Ugh. Too long. Do you watch TV before you go to sleep? No. Do you listen to music every day? It's very rare I don't. If you could have ANYTHING in the world right now, what would it be? To be satisfied with where I am in life. Do you still watch Spongebob Squarepants? No. I don't not enjoy it, you know I just don't watch television. What kind of bottled water do you drink? Mom buys big jugs of some Great Value-esque or whatever brand. Do you collect stuff someone else would consider junk? If so, then what? No. What's the most your electricity bill has ever reached? Idk, I don't pay it. How much was your tax refund this year or did you pay? N/A How are the kids doing? I don't have any. Do you see a bright light at the end of your tunnel? Just being realistic, not deliberately depressing or anything, I don't know. I could have a very dull and unsuccessful life or a thriving and happy one. What's the most you’ve ever lost gambling? Don't gamble. Have you ever waited in line overnight for something? No. How many concerts have you attended? One. Do you think having an expensive phone is a good investment? To a certain high price, no. So long you can call and text easily and reliably, I don't find it necessary to buy a $500 or whatever phone. Any tattoos? How many do you need or want to cover up? I have six. I'm getting my "ohana" one covered at some point, and I'm going to have "perfectly flawed" tatted over as well; I just want to move it elsewhere, considering I want something else where it already is. How many funerals have you attended? One or two. Have you lost anyone your age to death? No one that I was especially close to, thankfully. Have you ever witnessed a birth in person? Not a human one, thank Christ. I've seen cats give birth many times, and maybe other animals, but I'm not sure. What gender do you identify with? Female. What’s your opinion on astrology? It's total, ridiculous bullshit. Are you more of a science or math person? I'm clueless in math, while science makes sense to me and is far more interesting. What religion/spirituality do you identify with, if any? Theism. I think something made the universe, but I don't pretend to know jackshit about him/her/them/it. What is your opinion on peanut butter & banana sandwiches? I like them every now and again. What is your favorite book that was turned into a movie? The Outsiders, probably. Do you like the movie or the book better? This was so long ago that I honestly don't remember either well... so I really dunno. If you identify as a girl, would you ever consider getting a pixie cut? Yeah. If you identify as a boy, would you ever consider growing your hair out? N/A Are you a metalhead? I guess I mostly fit the definition, but I don't like labeling myself as such considering honestly, the metalhead community tends to have such a "that's not heavy enough" attitude and ridicule anything less than their interests and treat those that like softer metal as outcasts and/or posers. Not even trying to stereotype; befriend or observe people in this category and you'll see what I mean. Do you even listen to metal? Hell yes. Do you watch porn? No. If you don’t, do you have a moral reasoning behind that decision? I just find it... very strange. I don't see the appeal of watching. That's just something I want between me and my partner, you know? Like if you watch it, good for you, so long your s/o (if applicable) is aware and fine with it, but it ain't for me. Do you know anybody who is a Wiccan or Pagan? Yesssss, she's cool as fuck. I need to reconnect with her more. Do/did you ever attend church regularly? I did as a kid. Do you have a godmother/godfather/both? I have no clue. Do you listen to Supertramp? I have no clue who that is. Do you watch Supernatural? Not anymore. I think I stopped at the end of Season 6. What’s your favorite character in your favorite TV show? That '70s Show, probably Hyde. I love and relate to Eric, though. Honestly I love every single character; they're very unique to each other and recognizable with strong personalities. Both Fullmetal Alchemist iterations, most likely Edward. Or possibly one of the Sins, but I don't remember them all well... Oh. I know I loved Envy, for one. Are you wearing any rings right now? Yeah, my Supernatural friendship ring w/ Sara. Calling each other "bitch"/"jerk" between Sam and Dean is a thing in the show, so I have one that says "bitch" on the interior, and Sara has "jerk." Bracelets? Yes, also the one Sara gave me. Necklaces? No. Anklets? No. Chokers/collars? No. Do you go to a firework show every 4th of July? No. Are you diabetic? No. I'm forever proud of that considering it runs heavily in my family, yet even at my worst weight, I didn't develop it. But more importantly, a recent blood test I had for my thyroid or something showed I don't have any indicators of even coming close/being at any risk at this point in time. Are you allergic to gluten? No. Are you lactose intolerant? No. What is your favorite fruit? Strawberries, yum. Your favorite vegetable? Broccoli. Do you live with your parents? I live with my mom. Have you written a formal essay lately? Not in years. How much experience do you have written down on your resume, approximately? I don't have a resume currently, but if I did, it'd only have two months as a sales associate as my other two jobs were so short-lived it'd be stupid to add, especially when you consider the obvious fact that would make me look awful. How long have you had the shirt you’re wearing? A year. What happened last time you got drunk? N/A When’s the last time you straightened your hair? I have zero clue. Do you bite your toe nails? Wtf no. Last time you laughed your head off? Idr. Do you find piercings attractive? Yeah. Did you accept or reject your last friend request? I rejected it. Had no clue who it was, even though we had quite a handful of mutuals. How many cigarettes have you smoked today? N/A Do you have a hard time admitting you’re wrong? It depends on what the subject of the matter is. Do you like potato chips? Is there a human that doesn't???? Do you give out second chances way too easily? Yes. Ever stayed up all night on the phone? Not all night, no. There was one night Jason and I were up a long time talking, but it wasn't all night. What are you excited for? SCHOOL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Have you ever shoplifted? No. If you have shoplifted, are you afraid of getting in trouble? And are you afraid to go back in that store? N/A Have you ever gotten caught shoplifting? If yes, what happened? N/A Have you ever plotted revenge against someone? No. Are you mad at someone right now? Nah. Have you ever egged someone’s house? Fuck no, because I'm not a dick. If not, have you ever WANTED to egg someone’s house? No. Have you ever wanted to kill someone? I was fucking psychotic when I found out Jason was in a new relationship after we broke up. For a long time I wanted her dead. Are you glad you don’t own a gun, because of what you might do with it? Quite honestly, yes. I'm impulsive on bad days, and I don't entirely cross out the possibility of me shooting myself on an awful day. Do you avoid people when they’ve hurt you? Yes. Do you make the most of every opportunity? No. Are you honestly succeeding at life, or failing? Failing miserably at most things. What does your newest journal look like? I don't remember the last time I got a journal. Is there anything you currently want but can’t have? A lot of things. Do you have no one you can trust? No, thankfully. Do you like meatball subs? No, they're so messy. Are you severely sleep deprived? No. What music are you listening to? "LA Devotee" by P!ATD just came on. If you go to school (HS or college), does your school have a rival? N/A What’s your school’s mascot? N/A If you have a sib, do you call him/her “brother” or “sister” sometimes? No. Do you own a Wii? If not, do you want one? Yes. Are there any songs you could just listen to over and over and over? No. I get tired of a song after around 100 repeats. No, I'm not kidding. Before you could loop YT vids (or anyway, before I was aware), I used a website that repeated the video for you and kept track of the repeats. Do you have a favorite basketball team (NBA or college?) No. Have you been baptized in any religious tradition? Yes. If your best male friend got a mohawk, would he look good or ridiculous? Save Him. What did you have for breakfast? A PopTart. What kind of booze did you last take shots of? I've never taken a shot. Have you slept over at a member of the opposite sex’s house in their bed? Yeah, but we were dating. Who last slept in your bed besides you? Sara. If the last person you had sex with asked you to date them, would you? No. What color is your car? (Or the one you drive most often) White. How long have you been single? (Or dating your current interest) Sara and I have been together a year and ten months. Has someone of the opposite sex ever told you that you were sexy? Yeah. Do you own any books written by musicians? Yeah, Ozzy's autobiography. What is your most interesting invention? Probably some RP characters. Have you ever seen someone sleepwalk? Once. Have you ever thought about getting your tongue pierced? It is pierced. When you’re bored in class, what do you usually do? N/A yet. Do you like your phone? NO. Honestly, are things going the way you planned? Bitch hell no. Who was the last person whose phone number you added to your contacts? The woman who adopted Kaiju. I miss him, damn. Have you ever snuggled with someone you weren’t dating? No. Do you know a James? I knew one years ago. If you had to choose to have a different accent than the one you have now, what accent would you choose and why? British. It sounds sophisticated and just generally attractive to me. Have you ever or do you currently live in a Gated Community? I don't and never have. Do you know how to use a DSLR camera? Yeah. Have you ever owned an Axolotl? No, but they cute. What has been the longest amount of time you’ve spent on a plane? I actually don't know. Probably just around two hours. How often do you use Snapchat? I don't have one/never had. Have you ever adopted an animal from an animal shelter? Yes. Where do you usually find surveys from? Tumblr, and if I'm desperate, LiveJournal. Have you ever missed a flight? Yep. The airport biz took WAY longer than any of us expected. What is your favorite film from your childhood? The Lion King. I think it's always been my fave, honestly, I just never really thought about JUST HOW MUCH I love the film and its story since I was a kid. Do you know anyone who is named after a state? Uhhh I know at least one Caroline, and that's close enough? Jason's mom's name is a state, too. What was the reason for your previous doctor’s visit? I was getting a full blood panel done to check my thyroid. Have you ever been to an outdoor cinema? No. Well, my elementary school and church used to do these "movies on the lawn" type things where they used a huge projector to play a movie outside around late evening, but I don't know if that counts. Have you ever had a “bad trip”? If yes, what happened? N/A How often do you use Instagram? I usually check it once a day or two to follow certain celebs' stories 'n shit. Have you ever smoked a cigarette? If so, do you still smoke? No. Adam Sandler or Jim Carrey? Jim. Do you enjoy learning about conspiracy theories? If so, what is your favorite? Y'all know I love me some conspiracies. My favorite - as in most interesting, not that I seriously believe in it - is the one that our current reality is just a simulation from a "future" civilization for study or just play purposes. It's interesting to think about with alarming evidence. Elon Musk 100% believing in it puts more "hey this might actually be worth considering" into it, but I think I lean more towards it being false. It's not something I think about much though as I have THE most Detroit: Become Human mindset about it ever, lmao. It just doesn't matter to me. Wow, what a ramble. Do you find hand tattoos attractive on your preferred sex? I find tattoos (usually) attractive in general, so like- What is your favorite Netflix original series? I have no clue what's Netflix-exclusive. I don't watch it. Have you ever owned a Tamagotchi? Yep, or at least something similar to it. My sister especially loved those little things. Do you have a favorite “survey blog” on Tumblr? If so, who? Dunno if tagging random people in surveys is annoying, so I'll break the link, but @/thedarkeststarsurveys seems super cool and nice. Would you rather be able to control fire or water? Probably fire for self-defense purposes, and I just like fire. Water seems... overall pretty useless to control, unless you can like, manifest it. Then you could solve a world of problems. Have you ever used your phone in class or at work without anyone knowing? Actually no. Have you ever been to Canada? No. What is your favorite condiment to put on fries? Ketchup. Do any famous people follow you on Twitter or Instagram? Definitely not to my knowledge, but I highly doubt it. Do you usually take the stairs or the elevator? Elevator. Even though I'm scared of them. Stairs and my horrible knees don't mix. What salads do you usually get on your Subway order? None. Have you ever made your own cocktails at home? Not myself. My old friend did. Have you seen all the Star Wars films? I watched the first three disinterestedly with Girt once, and neither of us liked them. I didn't get the appeal at all. Do you own any shirts with funny words or pictures on them? Yeah. Are your eyes the same color they were when you were a baby? They were more blue. Do you take the pickle off your burgers? No. Who do you share your bathroom with? Anyone else in the house. What color is your bed frame? Brown. Have you ever kissed someone you met that day? No. Do you share a bed with anyone? No. Well, excluding Roman and sometimes Teddy. Name all the people you know that you’ve seen today. My mom. When a car cuts you off, is the driver a jerk or is there an explanation? "Most of the time the driver is a jerk." <<< Yep. What are your thoughts on cosmetic surgery? You do you, boo. Has a man/woman ever broke your heart? If so, have you recovered? Yes, and yes as well as a PTSD victim can; your brain is literally changed after trauma, and considering I still have dreams/nightmares about him very regularly and he suddenly crosses my mind literally every single day despite never wanting to think about him, I don't think you could consider me totally recovered. Name a few things that make you really happy. Really happy? Being with Sara, Mark doing so much as blinking, long car rides with my music blaring way too loud, finding a new song and binging it for hours, a mount dropping in WoW goddamn y'all I have over 300, being complimented on my photography (or like... anything), my niece and/or nephew saying they love me or anything along those lines without being prompted (ex. when leaving, that kinda stuff), going to Olive Garden 'cuz breadsticks and spicy shrimp fritas lol, finishing a drawing and actually liking the result, getting Venus out and she acts like a cuddlebug the whole time, uh... other stuff that isn't coming to me. What’s your favorite type of sushi? Never tried it, don't want to. Have you ever read a book about a character in a psych ward? I don't think so. Have you ever been in a mental hospital as a patient? Too many times fuck but those days done fam. Do you take birth control pills? Currently for taming the pain and symptoms of my cycle, but it's hopefully changing to a longer, better solution soon to just totally eliminate it to remove its effects on my mood entirely for mental health tracking purposes. When’s the last time you got a new outfit? I don't buy full outfits. Do you have an imaginary best friend? (i.e., someone you wish was your best friend but currently isn’t) No. Do you like soy sauce? NO. Do you have a good doctor? I haven't had her long, but she's nice and seems knowledgeable. What’s your favorite store to browse around? Whew, Hot Topic my friends. Do you ever meditate on Scripture? No. Do you like poetry? Yeah. What’s the name of the most recent baby a friend had? Dawson. Do you have expensive tastes? Definitely not. What is your dream job? Meerkat biologist or paleontologist. What is your favorite music style currently? I've been digging power metal a lot lately. I like, live off of Powerwolf. I've been wanting to find more symphonic metal I enjoy, too... Are you wearing comfortable clothes right now? Yeah. Is there a bad habit you’re trying to break right now? Yeah, rather just keep it quiet. Is it easy to find a job in your preferred field in your home town? Fuck. No. When is the last time you went to a fun fair? ~August 2015. I remember it because it happened pretty shortly before the breakup. How about an amusement park? I have zero clue. Probably not since I went to Disney World as a child. Ladies: Would you ever consider proposing? If not, why not? If I'm with a woman, yes. I don't really have a proper reason why I wouldn't if I was with a man... I have NO problem with women proposing to men, I just think I'd personally feel weird. Oh, that makes sense; the fact of how I am with men - scared and doubtful - probably says a good deal. I'd want to see "oh wow he actually wants to be with me so much he's asking himself." Gentlemen: How would you feel, if you were proposed to? N/A Have you ever played the original Mass Effect trilogy? No. If so, which Shepard and who do you like romancing the best? N/A Let’s say there’s a person in need. They need money which they can’t make. Would you be more likely to help them out, if a celebrity asked you to? "Tbh right now I’m not really in a position to help anyone out financially. But hypothetically if I had the money to do so, some celebrity’s opinion wouldn’t matter." <<< This. When you go to a restaurant, do you have a go-to dish? Pretty much always. I don't tend to try new foods. Or do you always try out something new? ^ No. Would you rather live next to a kindergarten or an old folks’ home? Holy fuck, the latter. Living next to a school, esp. elementary, might even be a deal-breaker as far as buying a house goes. I'm not dealing with the noise and traffic. What was the last game that you played? I'm "playing" World of Warcraft currently, waiting for a stupid dinosaur to spawn to be denied a mount again. :^) What do you know about Finland? Nothing. Where was the postcard from that traveled the longest way to you? I don't think I've ever gotten a postcard. Have you ever made jewelry? Besides like those bead, "friendship," and plastic bracelets that were popular in the early 2000s, no. Which app do you use the most on your phone? Uhhhh I think Facebook? I don't use apps much. Did you learn to play an instrument as a kid? If so, which one? Recorders in elementary school and then flute in middle school-junior year in high school. What is the best part of your most ordinary day? Mark uploading cries. What’s your dad’s hair color? It's almost entirely gray now, but it's naturally black. Who was the last person you heard sing? Myself, I think. Surprisingly. Do you bite your lips a lot? My bottom one, occasionally. Have you ever dated someone with tattoos? For less than a day. Did you donate to Haiti? No. I've never had a source of stable income. Are your parents rich? BITCH- What’s your mom’s job? She's a pharmacy tech. Have you ever thrown up in public? Yes. In the middle of my 1st grade class lmaaaoooo. Have you ever failed gym in school? No. Are you scared of dogs? Nope. What reality show would you like to be in? None. What TV show makes you laugh? Most consistently, That '70s Show. Doesn't matter that I've seen I think every episode multiple times, I still laugh so easily at it. Family Feud gets me good too, if it's Steve Harvey hosting it. Have you ever heard of Joe Purdy? If so, do you like his music? Never heard of 'im. What is the saddest movie you’ve ever seen? Probably Johnny Got His Gun. Would you ever wear real fur? Fuck no. Who do you envy and why? Successful people. Because I'm the polar opposite. What color is the house you live in? Khaki. Which one of your friends is most likely to be famous one day? Why? Probablyyyy... Shannen. She is phenomenal at photography and already employed in NY with a fashion company for it. I am unbelievably envious of her, too, but also very happy. She deserves it. Do you have a favorite cousin? No. I rarely ever see my cousins, and if I do, it's usually just two. What is the worst present you have ever gotten? I've never gotten a "bad" gift. I appreciate the thought behind anything. Like I've gotten things entirely unrelated to me, but I still appreciate them. Who was it from? N/A Who is your favorite author? Don't have one. Do you shave your arms? No.

#survey #quiz #questions #random #bored

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fcndpacificrimau · 5 years

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OC Interview Nathan & Ray Davis

This was made just for fun :-)

R : Ray answering the question

N: Nathan answering the question

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read the interview under the cut

1. What is your name? N: Nathan Davis . You can call me Nate R: Ray Davis....

2. Do you know why are you named like that? R: I never asked. When you hear the name Raymond you might start thinking I'm an old dude... I don't think there's a special meaning behind my name. N: *laughs* You know that actor...that Nathan Fillion man? Do I need to explain more? Our mother was a fan so ...this is where my name is coming from. But still, I'm looking way much better then him.

3. Are you single or taken? R: I ...really don't want to talk about this... *crosses his arms* N: Taken by the most beautiful woman on the planet *winks at the camera for his girlfriend Amelia* R: ..... *pissed AF*

4. Have any abilities or powers? R: No...but apparently I can look like a puppy . In some situations it can be an advantage. N: My looks and my big p.....EGO! *smirks* Oh and don't forget. My charm! I'm a shitload of lucky charms! *thinks he is funny* R: *shakes his head in disbelief*

5. Stop being a Mary Sue! N: Please. I'm better than that. I'm like f**king John Wick. Wanna touch my family, my friends? I'm gonna John Wick your ass! R: You really don't wanna piss him off. Remember that Kaiju *insert whatever kaiju name here* . Yeah ...well you saw what happened just because it pissed him off...

6. What’s your eye color? R: Green. N: Brown...is that somehow relevant?

7. How about your hair color? R: You are sitting in front of us...*is not in the mood for this today* N: Blonde, Lady. You seem to like it. *flirts like he always does*

8. Have any family members? R: We lost our parents a long time ago. I was 13 back then and Nate 16... N: If It wouldn't be for Joanne Rhodes we would only have us... it would only be me and Ray. Joanne found us when our parents died. She and her Husband Omar took us in. Raised us like we where their own. We are more than grateful for that. The Rhodes are our Family.

9. Oh? How about pets? *the brothers are looking at each other* N: No...no pets. *that's a lie* *only Ray and Amelia know about Nathans parrots Marty McFly and Meryl Cheep* R: *only shakes his head as an answer*

10. That’s cool, I guess. Now tell me something you don’t like? R: Kaijus...obviously. N: Raisins. WHO likes raisins??? Why would you put raisins in cookies?? Huh? You know that feeling when you see a box of cookies. Thinking hell yes I got me a nice box of cookies with chocolate chunks. Then you take a bite and are like...urrgghh did a rabbit took a shit in there? WHO LIKES RAISINS???? R: He hates Raisins!!!

11. Do you have any activities/hobbies that you like to do? N: I like keeping this hot body in a good shape. Not only for my lady but also for my job. Being a Pilot requires a strong body. R: mmhhmm...you might not believe it but I like to read. No matter what. After a rough day a good story helps relaxing. 12. Have you ever hurt anyone in any way before? R: yes...but not on purpose... N: Did not everyone hurt someone?... 13. Ever… killed anyone before? N & R in sync: KAIJUS! R: But no people! N: Only those big blue ugly ass beef jerky aliens

14. What kind of animal are you? N: Oh lady~ I'm not an animal. I'm a BEAST! *winks* R: ohhh ...why am I doing this again..?*sighs*

15. Name your worst habits? N: Some people say I tend to act like an a*hole. R: He does!!! *laughs because Nathan seems a bit pissed now* I guess this acting like an a*hole is in our blood. I do sometimes the same thing. Mostly when I feel cornered. When I don't know what to say or to do...depends on the situation. At least I have something called regrets. When I acted like such a ...dick I feel guilty and really bad. Unlike my brother over there... *looks at Nathan* He is a dick 24/7. N : Let's move on to the next question.. *wants to switch the topic*

16. Do you look up to anyone at all? N: Oh there are a few like Persey Johnson. Marshal Grant. R: Don't forget Thomas Rush & Garret Barnes!

17. Are you gay, straight or bisexual? R: Pretty personal question... N : I just love women. Most beautiful creatures walking on earth. They deserve all the love the can get.

18. Do you go to school? N: *clears his throat* Ma'am you are joking, right? You are interviewing two Jaeger Pilots... R: DO you go to school? *simply asks the interviewer the same question*

19. Ever want to marry and have kids one day? N: Sure. But not only one kid. Maybe 3 or 4. Imagine me as a dad. I'm going to be not only a good daddy but also a damn hot daddy. R: *makes choking noises* jeez...Nate....can you not...please?

20. Do you have any fangirls /fanboys? N: Of course we have. Just look at us? We are Heros and we have the looks. *smirks* R: We even have some hardcore fangirls/fanboys...

21. What are you most afraid of? R: losing the people we love N : *nods*

22. What do you usually wear? N: What I am wearing now. *points at his Ranger suit* R: And when we are not wearing our uniform then it's mostly some casual clothing. Nothing special.

23. What’s one food that tempts you? R: Ice cream. Vanilla! N: Everything WITHOUT Raisins!

24. Am I annoying to you? R: maybe...a little? N: Sure not. Go on.

25. Well, it’s still not over! R: *sighs* ....why tho...? N: go ahead

26. What class are you (low/middle/high)? R: Uhm...I would say middle? N: Ask me a better question. Am I a top or a bottom? R: ...Nathan...NO. Stop it... N: What, brother? I just want- R: Ma'am let's move on...

27. How many friends do you have? R: a few. But those are the ones you can count on. N: He's right....for once.. R: *gives him the silent f**k you*

28. What are your thoughts on pie? R: Pumpkin Pie. Oh yes! That's my thing. N: Apple Pie. As long as there are no raisins in it. You knew that some people...in Europe put those damn things in their pies? Why??? Why ruining a perfectly fine apple pie with raisins ? *he really HATES raisins*

29. Favorite drink? R: I barely drink anything alcoholic. I'm more the soda kinda guy. Lemon Soda. N: Whiskey on the rocks.

30. What’s your favorite place? N: our Hometown R: *agrees with a nod*

31. Are you interested in anyone? R: Again...a very personal question... *still does not want to answer such question* N: Lady, I gave you already an answer to that.

32. That was a stupid question… R: indeed... N: ...

33. Would you rather swim in a lake or the ocean? R: Lake! N: You can't trust the ocean nowadays . I'd rather swim in a lake. The only strange creature you can find in a lake is apparently my little brother. R: Lakes are not that safe... There are rumors going around that there is a giant turd floating in some lakes ... N: Ohhh OHHH I'm a giant turd now??? Really? That's all you can think of now??? How old are you again? Turd?? REALLY??

34. Okay okay... next question . What’s your type? N: only one type. And that type of woman will be waiting for me after this interview. R: Actually no special type. It depends on the person...

35. Any fetishes? N: I'm not gonna answer that. If I do, this interview will be banned all over this country including the states. I can ensure you that, Ma'am! R: I'm not gonna answer that either.

36. Camping or outdoors? R: Outdoors. Camping...is lame. I don't like it. N: Definitely Outdoors. Stargazing with my lady.

#oc interview #nathan davis #ray davis #pacifc rim au #thomas rush #garret barnes #owen grant #fcnd #au

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tomshufflepuff · 6 years

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This Whole Time

pairings: harry holland x reader

requested: yes

for the anon who requested an angsty harry imagine 😌

word count: 6.8k lmao I can’t write anything short

warnings: angst, language, heartbreak, fluff, puppy love if you like squint

note: i apologize in advance if there’s any mistakes oof i wrote this on my phone instead of a computer.

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You were walking down the street and up to your best friend’s house, hot tears streaming down your face. Strangers passing by would’ve said you looked like a wailing teenage girl out of a romance comedy.

The one fucking time I wear non-waterproof makeup.

All of the cars were gone from the Holland residence’s driveway except for Sam and Harry’s shares car. That was a good thing.

Yes these people were like your second family, you grew up with them alongside Harry. But Harry and Tessa were the only ones who knew what to do when you were crying.

Tessa would sense your sadness and immediately pout and would lay by your feet, or she’d put her head in your lap and look up at you longingly.

Harry would hold you by cradling your head and bring the big spoon by cuddling. Or you’d sit on his lap with your arms around his neck as you cried into your arms and he would wrap his arms around your waist and put his head into your neck, as he would whisper into your neck, comforting you with whatever problem occurred.

Plus you felt weird looking like a popular girl out of a horror movie while Nikki or Dom opened the door to greet you.

You raised your hand, knocking on the door lightly as a sob wracked through your body.

The door swung right open to reveal your favorite boy.

He was dressed in grey joggers and a red hoodie with his hair messy and no gel in it.

That was your favorite look on him.

Once Harry saw your tears and makeup along with you hugging your own body, he pulled you into the house lightly and right away wrapped you in a hug while shutting the door.

Harry was taller than you so your head was pressed into his chest with your arms around his torso while his strong, comforting arms were wrapped around your waist as he put his head in your hair.

His scent was immediately filled with your vanilla shampoo as he took a deep breath.

She’s always been obsessed with vanilla.

Sam heard you crying and as much as he wanted to help, he knew all you needed was Harry right now and that’s all you wanted. Just for him to comfort you.

But you wouldn’t mind Tessa cuddles.

Sam smirked at the thought and opened the back door, the young Staffy running quickly into the house with loud thuds.

You didn’t notice it though. You were sobbing into Harry’s chest not seeing the dog until she got your attention.

She saw Harry holding you as sobs rocked throughout your body. Tessa made it her personal mission to turn your frown upside down.

She ran behind you, her tongue waving happily like she was a docking her head out of the window on a car ride.

You felt two paws meet your bottom and your eyes shot right open and you whipped around to see the playful pup.

“Tessa!” You exclaimed as you sat down on their floor, Tessa trying to jump on you and give your face lots of love with kisses, Harry sitting to your side Indian style.

The young Brit watched his two favorite girls happy with a wide grin on his face. Tessa with a wide smile and her ears perked up, you laughing at her reaction when you stopped petting her. She pouted and sat up straight each time, giving you puppy eyes until she saw your hand raise to resume petting her.

She immediately laid down on the ground, her back on the hard floor as she had her ears up and her two front paws folding and her back ones bending. You rolled your eyes, knowing what she wanted and started scratching her belly.

You turned to Harry to see him already staring at you interacting with his dog.

“What?” You questioned, one hand scratching Tessa’s tummy and the other behind her right ear.

“Nothing,” the younger twin shook his head and looked down at his lap.

He noticed you stopped crying a couple minutes into playing with Tessa.

You didn’t even realize it until you’d best friend looked down.

You stopped petting Tessa and she let out a whine and stood up, sitting flat on the wood with her head nuzzling underneath your hand on your knee.

Snapping out of your gaze, you were face to face with the young pup as you gave her a small smile and pat her head.

She got the message and slowly walked away to leave you to talk to Harry.

Tessa was one smart dog. You didn’t even know you wanted to talk to Harry about it until she walked away towards the family room, probably where Sam was.

You let out a sigh as tears begin to flood your vision again. Harry noticed right when you let out a whimper and he motioned his hand out for you to grab and he lifted you up, your arms going around his neck and legs wrapping around his firm torso. His hand went to underneath your bottom, folding together as you cling to him like a koala.

That made your heart feel just a bit better again.

Harry shut his room door closed with his foot, walking you over to his bed and carefully sitting against his headboard, not trying to hurt or move you in any way. His legs were straight out as yours we’re still around his waist as you cried into his neck once again.

Why did guys have to be such assholes.

What did you ever do to deserve such heartbreak like this?

“Wanna talk about it, love?” Your favorite voice whispered into your neck.

“Fuck. I don’t want to but I know I need to.” Harry nodded and you both pulled away, gazing at each other.

“Well I agree with that, but I don’t want to pressure you, Y/N. You can tell me whenever you know it’s right and when you are 100% okay with it.” He flashed her a toothy grin as he gently grabbed both of your hands, lacing their fingers together.

So strange, how your hands always fit so well with Harry’s. Not only did it cause butterflies to erupt in your stomach and your heart to flutter, but your hands just physically felt and fit together perfectly.

Jesus, I sound like the spawn of Adam Sandler and Drew Barrymore if that story was written by Nicholas Sparks.

You flashed your best friend a wide smile while nodding your head. You were about to wipe your tears until he did so with his thumb. His smooth smoothed underneath your eye, letting his hand wonder and hold your face gently. You couldn’t help but lean into his touch.

“You’re just going to tell me, ‘I told you so’.” You muttered as you looked down, lacing your fingers of your free hand with his free hand.

“No I won’t. Maybe another time,” he joked, causing a breathy chuckle to escape your lips and he smiled. “I won’t. I’m here for you. Always.” He removed his hand from your face and you almost poured at the warmth leaving your skin, but then he took your free hand in his. You both were just holding both of your hands in one another’s, Harry rubbing both of his thumbs over the back of your hand.

“I’m uh-“ you muttered, snapping out of the intense moment with your best friend. “I’m just going to go to the bathroom really quick.”

Harry’s eyebrows furrowed together in confusion but he nodded and slowly released your hands from his.

You shuffled off of his bed and quickly walked to one of the family’s bathrooms.

You shut the door with a shaky breath, your heart feeling like it was beating out of your chest.

And it wasn’t because of the asshole who asked you out.

It was because of the boy right across from you right now.

Your palms landed on either side of the white marvel sink counter. You didn’t know how to feel. Ecstatic? Proud? Overjoyed? Calm?

You were only feeling one half of those emotions as you tried to calm your breathing.

You looked up into the mirror as you tried to slow your breath,wishing earlier you wiped the makeup from your face. A warm feeling rushed to your cheeks, flustered Harry saw you like that.

He didn’t care one bit.

After three minutes of staring at your reflection and distracting your thoughts from Harry, being unsuccessfully you took Harry’s blue hand towel he set aside from you, and grabbed your makeup removed you kept at his home and wet the wash cloth.

That only took a couple minutes. Harry was sitting on his mattress, still dumbfounded of the moment you two just shared just five minutes ago. But he managed to snap out of it right before you opened the bathroom door and he grabbed his phone, trying to make it look like he didn’t just get emotionally bothered by what just happened.

The soft piddle paddle of your feet walking towards him always made him nervous. He didn’t know why.

Or he did, he just didn’t want to admit it out loud.

A force in the bed pushed his mattress down. He knew you were back, but didn’t want to see like he was feeling any different or acting strange towards you.

You say next to him and laid your head on his shoulder. He put his head on top of yours and turned a little, leaving a chaste kiss on your forehead.

“I think I’m ready now.”

Harry nodded and sat up, you doing the same but this time you grabbed his hands first for support.

“As you know, I was so excited to go out on a date with this guy from my trig class.” Harry’s heart clenched at hearing you happy about going out with another guy.

He wanted to be the only one who could take you out on dates and show you off to the public.

“I arrived at the restaurant about five minutes early. I thought that that was a good time estimate. Not seeming desperate but still looking interested showing up a little early.” Harry rolled his eyes playfully at you for trying to act differently than your usual self would.

“Don’t roll your eyes at me ,” you couldn’t help but chuckle and Harry smiled at you.

He would much rather see you smile than see you in pain.

Especially over some dick who didn’t know how truly great you are.

“And I was sitting at the booth we agreed we would meet at for, like ten minutes or something.” Harry wanted to pull his hands away from yours and punch something.

His knuckles would’ve turned a ghostly color if your hands weren’t in his.

“I kept on checking my phone probably, three times every minute to see if he would call or text. But nothing. He sent nothing. I would’ve thought he had some common courtesy and text me about being late but I was patient and sat there for another ten minutes.”

“Y/N-“

“Harry, please don’t interrupt me.” She paused and gazed at him softly. “I won’t be able to finish this anytime sooner if you do. I just needed to get it out.”

As much as the young Brit wanted to stand up and run his calloused hands through his brunette locks frustrated, as much as he wanted to track down the boy, that’s right boy, not man, who broke your heart, and beat him into a fucking pulp. He knew you needed him more.

So he gave you a light nod.

“He uh, he stood me up, Harry.”

The amber eyed boy had to stop himself before he jumped up and out of his bed.

“What?!” Your best friend exclaimed.

“It’s not that big of a deal-“

“Not that big of a deal?!” He fussed. If looks could kill, Harry would’ve been able to destroy the boy who left you hanging and insecure.

He had to stop himself when his eyes gazed to your locked hands. This time, you were running your thumbs over the back of his palms to calm him down. And his deep brown, dark chocolate eyes turned milky and softer.

“Harry- it’s fine.”

Your best friend let out a deep breath from his now chapped lips. “No, no it’s not. This guy is a dick. He couldn't have had common human decency to call or text you to say he wasn’t going to be there.” He got up from his bed and ran a ran through his dark locks. “What pisses me off the most is that-that he doesn’t see how great you truly are.”

You looked down at your lap, playing with your ring Harry gave you for Christmas.

“We should do something different this year for Christmas.”

“What exactly to you have in mind?”

You both were currently watching old Marvel movies, sitting offly close to one another on Harry’s bed. Not like that wasn’t normal for you and him though.

Although a certain someone was in the middle of you two.

Tessa looked up at you with her brown eyes.

Jesus even the dog in the Holland family has nice brown hues.

“I don’t know,” Harry paused, petting behind his dog’s right ear after you moved your hand away to check your phone.

A soft whine left the blue puppy in between you two and she nuzzled her head underneath your arm, wanting your affection instead of Harry’s.

This dog always brought a smile to your face and you landed a quick kiss on her head. That small action made her more excited as she started to get up and sit on her bottom, her body facing you and her back facing Harry.

“Tessa!” Harry whined.

The pup ignored him and jumped on her hind legs a little and waved her front legs out towards you, her tongue out happily as she waited for you to play with her.

“Awe,” You cooed, going to rub the puppy’s head and she snuggled into your chest, her legs on Harry.

“This is mean in more ways than one,” The boy grumbled. “Not only is my favorite girl ignoring me, but she’s ignoring me for my princess.”

Your eyes widen in shock as a red tint appeared on your cheeks, instantly feeling warm in your t-shirt, well it was Harry’s, and your sweatpants along with Tessa’ body heat al on you.

Harry didn’t notice though.

“Let’s do something those cheesy best friends do in the movies.” He turned to you with a wide grin on his young face.

You were hoping that the redness from your face was gone until,

“Are you okay? You look kind of hot, love.”

But you quickly fired back with a joke. “Wow, Holland. At least buy my dinner first before you flirt with me.”

The young Brit rolled his eyes as a light blush appeared on his cheeks. He thought about taking you on a date and kissing you in that exact moment and hoped that you didn’t notice the common tint on his face because of your comment.

You didn’t, much to his joy, but also his dismay.

“I’m talking about some corny shit,” he grumbled as he sat up, turning to you sitting on his knees while Tessa went over to him. “Oh, now you want to love me.” His arms crossed over his chest in a teasing manner as Tessa gave him her puppy dog eyes. “Tess, not fair you know I can’t say no when you give me that expression.” His arms uncrossed from his chest and he began petting her.

“What kind of corny shit?”

“Don’t make me say it.”

“Well one, I don’t know what you’re specifying for there are lots and lots of corny, shitty goods out there.” Your best friend rolled his eyes at your dramatizing. “And you should say it because again, don’t know what you’re going at.” Your arms cross over your chest in victory.

Harry didn’t know what to say. “Why didn’t you just say that normally the first time-”

“Because your face is funny right now. You’re making that stupid adorably flabbergasted look Ben Wyatt gives Leslie Knope.”

Harry rolls his eyes, a small smile on his face as he went to sit back on his bed.

Only that’s not what you had in mind.

“Tessa, love get off.” Harry spore like Gordon Ramsey with young chefs.

“Harry, I swear to god-”

The boy flopped onto his mattress, jumping a couple of inches off on the ground as he pushed himself towards your direction on his bed.

He landed softly and majestically.

You on the other hand, yelped and tumbled off of the bed, landing on your bum.

You supposed you shouldn’t be surprised at his reaction to want to mess around with you after your remark.

“Harry!” You squealed. “Did you just pull a goddamn Good Luck Charlie on me?”

“Yes, yes I did.” He nodded, even though you couldn’t see him. “We watch way too much TV.”

His best friend jumped up, startling him. You were holding your bum since it was a hard fall.

That’s gonna leave a bruise, thanks bestie.

“Speak for yourself,” a glare was thrown at him from your e/c hues. “Your brother is Spider-Man for fuck’s sake and you get to travel with him.”

“Oh yeah,” he nodded, his best friend taking her spot next to him as Tessa stared at them oddly before laying at the foot of the bed. “Guess I forgot about that.” The boy you admired sent a sheepish smile your way.

Your eyebrows scrunched together and your wet lips turned upside down, a frown playing its way onto your expression as you played along.

But you didn’t say anything back.

You pushed the fucker off of his bed.

A massive grin made its way on your soft face, beaming at the memory of the very corny interaction between you and your best friend before he mentioned you should both pick out bracelets for one another for the winter holiday.

Harry felt his face alleviate, forgetting about the boy, yes boy not a man, who stood you up and he admired your smooth expression on your stunning, zero makeup face.

There was a small glimmer in your e/c hues. The small string of Christmas lights that hung upon his navy blue wall was the only thing reflected in your eyes as you gazed at them with grace and serenity.

But right now, right now, the lights were staring at you.

The red and yellow shades seemed to shine just perfectly on the color of your eyes. Not the white, no the real, rich e/c color. The combined colors formed a sunrise hue to project on your face. Not even Harry’s talented photography skills could capture something this beautiful.

The blue light was radiating off of the soft waves in your hair, making it look like a distant body of water.

Harry swore he never saw something more exhilarating. Not the Great Wall he visited with his brother. Not the water and light show at Disneyland. Not the Eiffel Tower.

No this, you right there in that moment, was more gorgeous than all of those famous sites combined. And Harry had a front row seat, he felt like it was just for him.

But the he had to open his big mouth.

“Why are you so stupid? How are you so blind?”

The remark caused your head to tilt in a questionable look you gave your best friend, with a small puppy put covering your features.

“What do you mean?”

Of course you knew what he meant, how could you not? When it came to guys, you would wear your heart on your sleeves. You were too trustworthy and kind. A personality trait that is great but can also be damaging. In relationships, either a close friend, family member or a guy, you just wanted to see things work out. And if they didn’t, then end smoothly. But that was never the case, especially with boys you asked out and vice versa.

The boy standing in front of you would roll his eyes each time you excused a boy’s behavior. Whether is was showing up very late on a date, being snappy towards you, or not spending time with you. Harry hated how kind you were. To others, it made it seem like you would let people walk all over you, but that wasn’t near the case and the people closest to you knew that. You can stick up for yourself and say that’s enough, you are strong. Your heart just never wanted to give up on anyone you were having problems with. You always wanted to see and hope that whatever issue was happening, it would resolve.

Harry ran a hang through his hair angrily for what seemed like the tenth time in those few minutes. He was internally cursing himself. Right now was not the time for him to say that, especially how it came out so harshly. You both would joke around later on about how naïve you were later on, but right now wasn’t the time, you needed him. And he almost punched himself in the gut for letting the words escape too soon and so snappy.

“N-nothing, nothing Y/N, I’m-”

“No, Harry. What did you mean? You might as well finish your train of thought given how you’re already speeding down those tracks.” Your arms crossed over your chest as you got up quickly and glared at the young man.

“Forget it, love. Just-”

“Harry fucking say it.” You knew what he was going to say.

You dared him to.

“Say it, Harry. Go on, out with it.”

The Brit clenched his sharp jaw, making it look more fine than usual as he gritted his teeth together. It was so loud you could hear it.

Yep, he’s pissed and he’s about to blow.

“Fine, you want me to say it? I’ll say it.”

Harry stepped closer to you and threw his arms up frantically as he went on. “You’re so blind, Y/N! It makes me so upset each time you meet someone new because you’re just going to give them your all and they’re going to shut you out and hurt you because they’re a douche. You have no problems with you whatsoever yet you let your mind wander to sad places each time something like this goes South. You’ve been hurt so many times because you give everyone too many chances to fix their own messes they create. And most of the time, those people don’t even apologize or even realize that they hurt you! You deserve so much more than these horrible guys you chose to go out on dates with. Do you not see that? Do you not see how they don’t deserve you? Do you have your self standards so low that you think you should be with shitty people? Why can’t you see how blind and naïve you are? Not only as you’re dating someone, but even before a date and the guy shows the little interest he has for your time together? It’s upsetting, Y/N. You don’t even realize how much you hurt yourself until it all comes crashing down again. It breaks my heart to see you upset. But seeing you upset over an asshole pisses me off along with being sad because your tears aren’t worth them! And I just want to rip the dick off of every guy that has hurt you.”

He let out a long breath and looked at you but you looked down at the ground, a few tears escaping your hurting eyes and you let out a shaky breath.

“You might as well rip off your own penis then, you dick.”

“Y/N wait-” he tried to plead but you were already out of his bedroom door.

Your feet carried out down the steps of your second home, almost crashing into the other twin on the last step. But luckily, Sam caught your elbow with his right hand.

“Woah, woah. What’s wrong Y/N? Are you okay? Who did this? Who hurt you?” Now even though Harry was your best friend, you were still close with Sam. He was like a brother to you, older hence the helicopter sibling protection.

Warm water ran out of your eyes, black liquid not following afterwards this time and you shook your head, trying to get away from the older twin. “N-nothing, Sam. It’s nothing just-”

“Did Harry do this to you?” Sam asked, his arms holding you in place now and the mention of his brother’s name caused your neck to snap up and you almost got whiplash.

“Just- just please let me go, Sam. I need to be by myself right now.” Now Sam almost protested, but the boy knew when you needed to be alone and think. He could just tell after you spending so much time with him and his brother for years.

He hesitantly took his arms down from your figure and you sprinted out of the door, a certain claw thudding chasing after you. Tessa was met face to face with the door, missing you by a millisecond and landing on her tummy. She does that sometimes. The young Staffy runs so fast and when her nails are long, she falls and slides onto the hardwood floor.

Sam leaned down to pet his dog on her head, a sad pout adoring her face as the older Holland let out a breath and shook his head. “I don’t know, Tess. I don’t know.” The blue dog blinked widely up at one of her loving owners and laid down next to his feet, her head facing the door with a sad look in her brown orbs.

“Tess, wanna go see Harry?” The dog jumped from her spot and wagged her tail, slightly feeling better at the mention of her other owner’s name. “Come on girl, but don’t run.” Sam said and he walked up their stairs with Tessa trailing behind him. “We need to get your nails clipped again. We’ll do that after we talk to Harry, alright love?” Sam grinned as they reached the top floor. Tessa made a “psh” sound as she shook her head and ran into Harry’s room. Good thing there was carpet upstairs instead of hard floor.

Sam was so close to running in after his dog, to beat his brother into a pulp for making the girl e loves, much less his best friend, storm out of their home with tears rushing down her features.

That was, until he heard his twin crying.

Sam took long, quiet steps to his brother’s room, carefully trying to not make any noise. Harry was sat on his bed, his feet firmly on the floor with his head in his hands as Tessa kept on nudging his arm, wanting him to use her for comfort.

Soft cries escaped the younger boy’s lips, along with a hard sigh to which he removed his hands from holding his head and began too slowly pet Tessa’s head. The Stafford pup’s heart broke, you could justt see it in her eyes. That dog hated seeing anyone upset, especially someone she loves.

A small frown made its way onto her face as she stared up at Harry longingly, raising one of her front paws to rest next to his leg on his soft sheets, but everything felt rough to him in that moment. “Hi, Tess.” Harry croaked oout, a small grin on his face despite the tear stains.

“What the hell happened, mate?” He heard the voice of his twin as he walked into his room, standing in front in Harry firmly. Sam didn’t mean to be harsh and Harry knew that. But Harry also knew that you were upset over something Harry did and Sam sees you as a little sister, despite his actual blood sibling sitting in front of him. He truly felt like he was your older brother and he ran to Harry’s house to beat the kid up.

The broken brunette raised his head a little to meet his twin’s disapproving look. Harry shook his head and some brown locks of curls fell into his eyes but he didn’t bother to move it. He just looked down at his dog, occasionally closing his eyes and letting more water out.

“I fucked up, Sam. I fucked up real bad.” If Harry wasn’t his brother, Sam would’ve replied with a snarky comeback. But his brother was hurting, and he immediately felt mother instincts kick in. That’s how every Holland boy, even Dom, felt when they saw a family member or close friend upset. They just kick right into a Nikki, which Nikki of course loves. Her boys all have a heart, especially for family, and that would never change.

Sam took a seat on the edge of Harry's’ bed. “Mind telling me what happened?” He questioned, his voice softer this time.

“I, I- I just fucked up, Sam.” Harry never lifted his head, just kept it down and his eyes closed.

“You don’t have to tell me what happened. Knowing you, you probably never will,” Sam joked, making Harry let out a light chuckle. “But all I have to say is go to her, apologize and really fucking mean it.”

Your head was buied in your pillow, tears falling out of your eyes and onto your lavender pillowcase.

Confusion flooded your system. Why was Harry so mad? You knew he hated seeing you devastated and hurt, but it just felt like is frustration was mostly pointed at something else.

Your family wasn’t home, just you wallowing in your despair in your now dark bedroom.

You didn’t realize how late it was until there was no more light shining through your dark curtains.

Tears and whimpers have been escaping your body for over an hour now.

Harry stood in front of your front door. He would’ve came here sooner, but he knew you. You needed to cool down. Sam knew that too. You just had to be by yourself and let it all out. Harry didn’t want to come over too soon and make you more aggravated, so he gave it an hour, following the suggestion from his twin.

A heavy sigh escaped the hurt man’s lips. It was summertime, so he wouldn’t see his breath in the air from the cool weather, but he knew it would’ve looked like a giant smoke cloud.

His arm raised slightly, gently knocking on your maroon colored door.

You would’ve figured it was a solicitor but the small thump was too soft. The only person who did knock softly in time like this was the boy you grew up with.

The air around you began to fill thick and you almost yelled out to him from your room telling him to go home and that you would talk about it eventually just not right now while the wound is still fresh.

But the light thumps were began to get slightly louder and longer. You groaned as you threw your fluffy white comforter off of your body and dragged yourself up. Your heart felt like it fell out of your body and stayed in your sheets until you got up, knowing for sure that it was your best friend. And yes, it was the summertime but that didn’t stop you from using a huge coverer. Especially at night, when it was slightly around 18 degrees Celsius.

Your feet carried you across the soft carpet of your home, your feet ignoring the fuzzy material you loved as it lead you to the front door.

A hand found its own way onto the doorknob, taking a deep breath as you looked through the peep hole and saw the one person you didn’t want to see right now. And yes, that includes the guy who just stood you up.

You swung the door open slowly, Harry’s heart beating faster than your own as he saw the large door began to move. His brown eyes fell onto your figure, your body was slumped and your face covered in stains from your warm tears.

That broke his heart even more, seeing you look so hurt. And when you didn’t meet eye contact with him, when he didn’t get to see your captivating orbs when you spoke up, that’s when he knew he dug a deep hole.

You gulped, “What do you want, Harry?”

And your voice, your broken, shaky croak felt like a knife was being pushed into his soul.

“I, I wanted to apologize.” Harry stuttered, his arm going up to lightly bring his fingernails over his neck. Something he did when he was nervous.

“Harry- I can’t do this right now-”

“Y/N, please.” His thick accent slipping into a rickity quiver.

That made you look up.

His entire being was shattered right there on your doormat.

He said so in his deep brown eyes, that were right now aching instead of their normal brightness.

You didn’t say anything, just put half of your weight on your door, signaling for the boy to continue.

His fingers ran through his hair and he slightly pulled on his dark roots in aggravation. “I’m just, if I don’t apologize and say this now, I don’t know if I ever will be able to in the future.”

Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion and he wanted to just bring you into a hug. Yes you looked adorable, but you were also in pain so he tried to not pay attention to your cute expression.

“I’m sorry, Y/n, I’m so fucking sorry for what I said-”

“Why did you even say that?” You spoke up, your voice not quivering as much this time because of the anger tone laced into it. “Why did you say those things? I know we usually talk about how dumb it was for me later on to go on a date with, whoever hurt me that time but that hurt like hell, Harry. I Appreciate you wanting to be there for me but-”

The boy in front of you sighed, running his hands through his hair again and looking around his surroundings in front of him. Just you, leaning on the door and your house behind you. Little things that yelled out you lived there. He did that for a few seconds before his frantic eyes met yours again.

“I was mad,”

“No shit,”

Another defeated sigh left his lips again. “No, I wasn’t just mad because of your choice in guys. But because of who’s standing in front of you.”

The moment he said that, your heart stopped. You always felt something different with Harry, knowing how you felt about him wasn’t how someone usually would feel about their best friend. But you always pushed those emotions to the side. You didn’t want to make things awkward between the two of you if he didn’t feel the same. You knew his heart didn’t beat for ou the way yours did for him. You knew his breath didn't catch in his throat when his eyes landed on you. You knew his captivating orbs didn’t light up when you were mentioned or when he saw you. You just knew these things.

No, you assumed that. But it was entirely the opposite.

“I was mad because I’m fucking in love with you, Y/N. I’ve been in love with you since I watched the first romantic comedy with you when we were seven. I saw how Adam Sandler looked at Drew Barrymore and I realized that’s how I’ve been looking at you. I didn’t know it then, we were so young and the only romance we knew of were stupid Disney fairy tales with no realistic feelings involved. My mom had to point it out to me actually. After you left my house that day, she told me that that’s how I looked at you. With so much admiration in my eyes, she said I looked at you like you were sensational. Like I’ve never seen something so, magnificent or marvelous in my young life.”

Your heart dropped to your stomach and you zoned out. You couldn't believe his words. He was infatuated with you? His heart stopped when you entered a room? A stupid sparkle appeared in his eyes when he looked at you? His face broke out into an immediate smile when your name was brought up? His legs turned into gelatin when his arms wrapped around you? His whole body felt like it was on fire every time you were close to him? It didn’t make sense.

A smooth hand gently grabbing your own snapped you out of your daydream along with a soft accent. “Y/N? Please say something. Anything. I know I hurt you and I’m so, so sorry. What I said was not okay in any way and it wasn’t funny. I was just so mad how you kept on going on dates with other guys and not noticing I was standing in front of you since we were both kids.”

You didn’t say anything. Your hand held his as you stepped closer to him, both of your hearts beating our of your chest as Harry’s face began to heat up. The delicate hand that wasn’t holding his gently went up to cup his face and he leaned down, both of your foreheads leaning on one other as his eyes closed softly, leaning into your touch and feeling butterflies erupt in his stomach along with his heart hugging yours.

Your e/c eyes fluttered closed and you could feel his eyelashes against your cheeks.

Your short breaths landed on his face, your breath warm and smelt of berries. The heartfelt boy in front of you felt like he was holding his breath, even though he was breathing normally. He was just overwhelmed with joy and he couldn’t tell if he was exhaling after he took that sharp breath when your hand grabbed his back.

“I’m in love with you too, Harry.” Your voice came out in a shaky whisper. But now it wasn’t a bad shaky like before when he knocked on your door.

Your best friend’s eyes opened, your doing the same at the same time. Your captivating orbs met his deep ones, both of you seeing the galaxy in each other.

Neither of you saw something more heart-stirringly astonishing.

The boy broke out in a grin, letting a tear slip down his face and your thumb swiped across the delicate skin underneath his eye, wiping the liquid away.

“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to hear those words come out of your mouth.” He said before he could stop himself.

Not like he was trying to hide it though. He needed to say it. It had to come out. It was time.

Before you could respond, Harry’s other hand gently cupped your face and his lips were on yours before you could even breath.

His lips molded with yours perfectly. It felt like two pieces of one puzzle that could never find their spot, finally meet together in the middle. His lips were soft and smooth, you would have laughed if this wasn’t occuring because the boy hated chapstick. Your lips were also smooth, but cold. You didn’t know why, you didn’t feel the coolness until his warmness mixed with your cold. But you didn't’ care, and neither did he.

He’s not a bad kisser, why didn’t I do this sooner?

Because you assumed he didn’t feel the same.

Oh honey, you couldn’t be more wrong.

Your favorite boy smiled against your lips, you doing the same and the kiss ended that way. Your right hand went around his beck to play with the little hairs there while your left gripped his shirt like you were going to fall to pieces and shatter like glass if you let go.

His right hand was holding your face gently, his left arm around your back and resting on your right hip. He wasn’t gripping hard or tight, but he felt like you would fade to dust if he let go.

“I’m so sorry again, love I-”

You rolled your eyes playfully and you were the one to silence him this time. And you did so the same way he did just moments before.

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Secret Desires ~Erwin X Mike~

Erwin and Mike have been in a relationship for a long time. Erwin has a lot of things he loves about his lover, his understanding for him, his love and care, his beautiful face and so can he name thousands of things about this amazing man. But there is one thing he loves about Mike what the man doesn’t know about. This may come as a surprise, because Erwin always looks so serious and decent, but he loves the roughness Mike uses during sex. He loves how he degrades and roughly fucks him. But this rarely happens, often it is just simple love-making with sweet words and lots of kisses. And of course Erwin likes this kind of love too, but he just sometimes wants some rough loving. He finds it difficult to ask, he doesn’t want Mike to think something weird of him. But he has his limits to, it has been such a long time since they roughly had sex. So he has to come up with a plan to make this happen.

XXX

‘’Mike, can you come with me? I heard that there were a lot of strange robbery cases around the market. Food keeps disappearing without any traces of robbers. So they asked us to check it out.’’

‘’Isn’t that the job of the military police? Well, I can’t argue with them if they specifically asked for us. Of course I’ll go with you.’’ Mike gave Erwin a warm smile.

‘’Thank you, then I will see you in a minute.’’ Luckily he will go with him to the market, he didn’t think Mike would believe the thing about the strange robbery cases. The plan is hopefully going to work, if the rest of the day is going along with it.

XXX

‘’So far I don’t see anything unusual, all people are just looking around and buying things.’’ Mike looks over the people heads and starts searching the market again.

Of course there aren’t weird robbery cases right now, Erwin just made that up. But they need to be alone to let his plan continue. Erwin straightens himself. “Robbers always wait for the best moment to fall, so they must be hiding in the shadows of the back alleys. Should we go look there, because it seems we’re done looking at the market.’’

‘’Yeah, you’re right. Let’s go then. It’s no use to stand here all day.’’

They walk to the dark parts of the city, Erwin can feel that he is tense. What if Mike really finds it wrong that he made this up just for his own desires? What if he gets really uncomfortable and angry? No, Mike isn’t like that, Erwin is just imagining things. C’mon, you’re the confident commander and this beautiful tall man loves you for who you are, snap out of it! he thinks to himself.

Mike turns around and looks at Erwin. ‘’I think that we just need to watch over this area and the market. I can still see the market place from here, so this is the perfect place to stay.’’

Erwin nods. ‘’Can you actually come here for second? I thought is saw something in the shadows.’’

‘’Alright, we better find the culprit of this strange shit that’s been happening on the market.’’

Mike walks towards the dark alley, ready to catch and maybe take on the criminal. It made Erwin gulp, looking at the strong and handsome man. Slowly he follows Mike in the dark.

‘’Í don’t see anyone, did the guy already flee or was it just a rat? Erwin, did you see something or someone run away? …Erwin?” Mike started to turn around when he felt two big arms wrap around him from the back. The warmth from the other person spreads through his body.

‘’Mike, I really want to kiss and touch you.’’ Erwin kisses Mike’s back and hugs him tighter.

‘’But what about the robbery cases, it is important isn’t it? I want to touch you as well but we need to finish this first. Besides we are in a public area, if someone sees it could become bad news.’’ It is for Mike hard to resist, Erwin is not always this forward. And when it happens he finds it extremely hot. ‘’So can you please suppress your desires until we’re done?

‘’I have to tell you something. I didn’t get an order over the robbery cases. I made it up so we could go to this place. I know I could have just asked but I thought that you maybe would have found it weird if I did ask. It’s not really a normal question to ask someone to go along with them to a dark alley.’’ Erwin felt a little embarrassed, maybe he didn’t think this plan completely through but he is just so desperate for his lover.

His thoughts got interrupted by the little movements of Mike’s body. Then he heard small sounds coming from Mike’s mouth. Is he chuckling? He peeks a look at Mike’s face and he sees the man smiling and quietly laughing. “What is it, did I say something too strange?’’

Mike’s wipes his eyes to remove the little tears from the laughing. ‘’No, it’s really nothing. I just find it a bit funny. I really didn’t expect you to do something like that. But I have to say that I find it quite adorable.’’ Mike gives Erwin a kiss on the forehead and gently smiles at him. “I really love you Erwin.’’ This time Mike completely turns around and wraps his arms around Erwin. “I have only one question, why did you want to come here with me?’’

Erwin’s face turns in a deep red color. With this sweet mood he didn’t thought about the real reason they came here, but now Mike mentioned it, he doesn’t know if he has the courage to say it. No, he can do this, he wanted to do this and he did all this stuff just to say it.

‘’I brought you here with me because I wanted to..t-to…be roughly fucked and degraded by you.” The last part rushes out of his mouth and a heavy silence falls. Erwin feels hot all over, maybe it was not so smart to actually tell him. But he still continues to explain why he said this humiliating thing. ‘’I just really love it when you put me in my place and dominate me, maybe you didn’t expect that of me because we rarely do it that way and I never ask for it myself. But I can’t control my wants anymore.’’

Mike swallows thickly, his brain doesn’t seem to function for a little bit. He has so many thoughts swarming around in his head. He’s really happy that Erwin said this to him, but why didn’t he say it sooner and for how long did he have these thoughts? Well, that doesn’t matter at the moment because he is so incredibly aroused. ‘’First I want to say that I’m really thankful that you said this to me. Secondly, why don’t we fulfill those desires of yours right now?’’ He whispers these last words in Erwin’s ear and lightly bites and kisses it. Erwin knees buckle and he lets out a little gasp. He seems to like this idea quite a bit.

‘’Yes, please, I’ve wanted this so bad..’’ It was getting difficult to keep standing, he was so turned on. He just wants Mike to touch him and ravage him right now! ‘’Use me as you like.’’

‘’We’re going to that but we need a sign for when it gets to much, baby. What if you say emerald and then we can stop immediately. Does that sound good?’’ Mike kisses the top of Erwin’s head.

‘’Yeah, that’s okay.’’ He finds it really sweet that Mike is so caring.

‘’Now then, let’s begin shall we. Get down on your knees.’’ Slowly Erwin’s knees make contact with the filthy ground, looking up at his lover. “Look at you, kneeling in front of me in this dark and dirty alley. You love this, don’t you. Acting like a slut.’’ Mike grabs Erwin by his hair and gives him a hot and hungry kiss. He pulls back looking at Erwin’s face, his eyes are watery and unfocused.

“Open up my pants and suck my cock. I want to see your pretty little mouth wrapped around it, while you have tears springing in your eyes.’’ Erwin lets out a small moan and feels his own cock swell in his pants. “Yes.’’

Mike yanks Erwin’s head back. “That is not how you address me, say it again’’

‘’Y-yes, sir.’’ He utters the words out and grabs Mike’s other hand and begins to lick and kiss his long fingers.

A rush of excitement runs through Mike’s body and his cock is begging to be set free from his slacks. They have to do this more often, it brings a really fun side of Erwin out. ‘’Fuck, you’re such a whore. I want to feel that tongue running up and down my dick, right now.’’

Erwin lets go off Mike’s fingers, eagerly moving his own fingers to the buttons of his lovers slacks. He pops the buttons open, pulls the zipper down and takes out the hot, throbbing length. His mouth waters at the sight and he immediately runs his tongue on the under side of Mike’s cock. Then he takes the tip of the length in his mouth and sucks vigorously on it.

‘’Ah, fuck yeah, that’s it. Take it all the way down in your throat.’’ And so Erwin does, he takes the whole cock in his mouth and presses his face into Mike’s groin. He gags and tears spring in his eyes. ‘’Don’t pull back, you want to please me, right? Then let me move your head up and down my cock. Let me use you, like the bitch you are.’’ Erwin moans loudly around the length in his mouth and tries to nod his head. God yes, he wants to be used like a real whore.

‘’Okay, hold your head still.” Mike puts both his hands on the sides of his lovers head and slowly begins to move his head up and down his shaft. ‘’Mmm, shit. That’s really fucking nice.’’ He speeds up his tempo a little bit, giving himself more pleasure. Then he suddenly thrusts all the way into Erwin’s throat, holding his head still against his groin and he pulls back after a couple of seconds. ‘’Oh, I love that face. Lips and chin covered in drool, cheeks wet with tears and your eyes all glassy and dazed.��’ Mike lets Erwin breath for a few seconds and then puts his cock back in Erwin’s mouth, starting with a normal rhythm for fucking Erwin’s face. When he feels that he’s close to climax, he pulls his cock out of Erwin’s mouth.

‘’Now now, we don’t want it to end so soon. Get up.’’ Erwin slowly gets up on trembling legs, looking at his lover with a desperate expression. ‘’You really want to get fucked, don’t you?’’ Mike grabs Erwin by his collar and gives him a deep, lustful kiss. ‘’Well, your wish is going to be fulfilled. Take your pants off.’’

‘’Yes, sir.’’ Erwin pulls his slacks down, revealing his obvious erection. His cock is already dripping with precum and it’s practically aching to be touched.

‘’I can assume you have some kind of ointment with you.’’ Erwin grabs a small bottle of ointment from his pocket and gives it to his lover. Of course, Mike can assume that he has something with him, he had to be prepared if the plan actually worked.

‘’Now, turn around and show me that ass of yours.’’ Mike drizzles a bit of ointment on his fingers and with his other hand he spreads Erwin’s ass. He pushes one finger against his hole and surprisingly it easily slips in. ‘’Did you already stuck some fingers up here earlier? I didn’t expect it to be this loose already.’’

‘’Y-yes, sir. I did prepare myself a little bit.’’ Erwin’s face is beet red and it feels like he’s on fire. He feels like he can’t handle the embarrassment anymore, but on the other hand he wants more and more shame thrown at him.

‘’I can just imagine you fucking yourself with your fingers, while jerking your cock with your other hand. Thinking about me roughly fucking your slutty hole. Moaning my name, but you can’t moan to hard because otherwise you’re going to be heard.’’ Mike is meanwhile thrusting his finger in and out of Erwin’s bottom. After a little while he adds another finger, earning a lewd moan from Erwin. ‘’You’re not going to cum until I say you can. Just keep that in mind before I’m going to ram my dick in you.’’ He adds a third finger, spreading his fingers and searching for Erwin’s sweet spot.

‘’Ah! Fuck, please more!’’

Mike smirks, guess he found it. He circles his fingers around the spot, avoiding it just to tease his lover. Erwin turns his head around, looking at Mike. ‘’I beg you, sir, will you please just fuck me? I can’t anymore, I’m at my limit.’’ Erwin pushes his ass back on Mike’s fingers, urging the tall man to give him more pleasure. Mike shudders and immediately pulls his fingers out. He grabs the ointment again and spreads it over his cock. ‘’I’ll have to admit that I’m at my limit too.’’ Seeing Erwin like this really fucking turns Mike on. He lines his cock up with Erwin’s hole. ‘’You ready for it, you filthy whore. Well, you don’t have to say it because I know how badly you wanted this.’’ Mike thrusts forward, enveloping his throbbing length in the delicious heat. Erwin basically screams when he finally gets what he longed for.

‘’Fuck, that feels so fucking good.’’ Mike gives an experimental thrust, it seems that it’s not too hard to move. He looks at Erwin’s face. It doesn’t look like he is in pain either, quite the opposite, a true expression of real pleasure. Mike begins a steady rhythm.

‘’Ah, Mike, sir, I love it so much.’’ Erwin feels tears running down his face, he just can’t help it, it feels so good. He wants Mike to give more to him, harder, faster, anything! He digs his nails in his palms, to let out the frustration. He wants to cum so bad, but on the other hand he wants this moment to last forever.

‘’Do you have more fantasies and secrets you want to tell me?’’ Mike licks Erwin’s neck and he sees goosebumps appearing on his flushed skin.

Erwin definitely imagined other things, but saying more than one fantasy in a day is going to kill him from the possible shame. ‘’N-no, I-Ah-don’t have more fantasies.’’ Mike smacks Erwin’s ass, leaving a slightly red handprint. Erwin cries out as he feels the stinging sensation.

‘’Now, I don’t think that’s the truth you’re telling me. Should I maybe guess what you have thought about? Maybe you want to be tied up and teased until you’re crying and begging to cum.’’ Mike gets close to Erwin’s ear and whispers. ‘’Or do you want me to be your daddy?’’

That was the last thing Erwin needed to let his orgasm go. His eyes roll back in his head and his whole body trembles. Mike puts his fingers in Erwin’s mouth to silence the loud moan that is trying to escape. He feels Erwin’s teeth sink in his fingers, Mike grinds his teeth together.

‘’Tch tch tch, I thought I told you not cum until I said you could.’’ Mike takes his fingers out of Erwin’s mouth and puts both of his hands on either side of Erwin’s hips. ‘’I haven’t cum yet so you have to help me with that.’’ Mike throws the steady pace from before out of the window and just roughly fucks the shit out of Erwin. He digs the tips of his fingers in Erwin’s soft skin, probably leaving some marks for later. ‘’Fuck, you’re such a fucking slut, so good for me. What if someone walks by and sees you like this, they would probably be absolutely shocked and they would tell everyone that the commander is just a filthy whore, begging to be fucked.’’ Erwin moans and his hole tightens. Mike bites into Erwin’s shoulder, suppressing a loud groan as he climaxes into his lover’s ass.

Mike releases his tight grasp on Erwin’s hips and he pulls his cock out of Erwin’s behind. He puts his slacks back on and he catches Erwin in a hug. ‘’Did you enjoy it?’’ Erwin chuckles and lovingly gazes at Mike. ‘’Did it not look like I did? I loved it! I can not thank you enough for this.’’ He gives Mike a sweet, gentle kiss.

‘’You don’t have to thank me. I will do anything for you and besides I really enjoyed it as well. You know I don’t mean those things I said to you earlier. I love you with all my heart and soul.’’

‘’I know you don’t mean it. I love you just as much and I will never let you go. Thank you for being by my side.’’ They stay together for a little while, enjoying each others presence and warmth.

‘’Should we go back? Then we can clean ourselves and drink a nice cup of tea.’’

‘’That sounds like a lovely idea.’’ They embrace each other one more time, before they stand up to go back.

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