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layer-10-love · 1 year ago

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Lady Moon.

2012 leo x reader-

As the leader or the team, Leo tended to be more focused in leading and less interested in other ‘lesser’ hobbies. So it’s a bit of a surprise when you find a romance novel underneath his pillow.

aka, boy fail cringe leo (affectionate) also i wrote this like in 40 minutes so apologies for bad writing

As the appointed leader, Leo tried to be serious and mature about his role;with no help from his brothers. Strong, calm, confident, stoic and mature was what he was supposedly was. Unfortunately, anyone that knew him for more than a few minutes would know that he is none of these things. At least to a certain extent.

Truth is, Leo…was a big fat nerd. No surprise there. He liked watching space heroes and often gushed about it to the nearest living creature, giving them new meaningless memories and a massive headache. He liked making stupid jokes and god awful puns. It was honestly sorta cute to you.

What was a surprise was the book that was underneath his pillow. You technically weren’t supposed to be going through his things, but he technically should’ve given back that black cat plushie you let him borrow for Halloween. Picking up the book, you glance over the title.

‘The Man and the Moon.’

From the looks of it, it was a romance novel.

…Leo? Leon? Leonardo? Fearless?

You never pegged him for the type to read romance books, hell, you never pegged him for the type to read things other than Japanese literature or comic books.

‘A classic romance novel tells the story of two star-crossed lovers, Max and Luna - both literally and figuratively. Max is a successful businessman who has dedicated his entire life to making his dreams come true, and Luna is a quiet and mysterious woman who seems to have a special connection with the moon. Despite coming from different backgrounds, Max and Luna quickly find themselves drawn to each other, and they must navigate the rocky terrain of love and discover the true meaning of happiness.’

You read as you skimmed over the summarization of the novel. It seemed like a good read! But, if you talked to Leo about your little discovery, you’d probably be in for another classic Leo Lecture about not snooping. Again, it was fair in your humble opinion.

And if you shared this information with his brothers, he would be ridiculed and mocked by his brothers, despite them having weirder hobbies. Aka, Mikey and his weird obsession with boiling pizza. Ah, brotherly love.

You made a mental note on the book and carefully stored it away underneath Leo’s soft pillow.

He doesn’t need to know.

——-

Leo seemed to be busy more often than usual, with the lame excuse of being occupied with meditation and training in his room.

Which was a bummer since tonight was a movie night with everyone. Raph, Mikey, Donnie, April and even Casey were here!

You huffed and sat on the floor in front of Mikey who was sitting on the couch.

“So, what shitty slasher flick are we watching tonight?”

Raph grinned menacingly while holding a dvd and standing in front of the television.

“It’s not a slasher film, god knows Mikey would have nightmares again. Not that I’m against the idea of Mikey suffering, but I don’t want to have to let him sleep in my bed again.”

Mikey cheered from the back,

“I knew you cared about me! See, Casey? Raph likes me more than you.”

Casey frowned and groaned.

“C'mon! Do we really have to watch a baby version of scary movies?! What happened to entertainment and morality?”

“I’m surprised you know the word, ‘morality’”, teased April.

“Nah, I think he’s just throwing out random words and hoping that one of them will make sense. Remember when he said that we should ‘photosynthesis’ and ‘equilibrium’ with the enemy?”, you add mockingly, “You almost made Donnie pop a blood vessel.”

Speaking of Donnie, he rushed right through his lab door carrying multiple blueprints and plans for whatever new project he was working on.

“Hey four eyes! Gonna join us for crappy baby's first horror flick?”

“Why do you call me four eyes, Casey? I’ve never even worn glasses before, so why would you nickname me something that doesn't make any sense?”

“Easy.”, started Casey, “Glasses make you a nerd. YOU are a nerd without glasses, therefore you need glasses since you’re a nerd.”

“Casey connecting the dots? Hell must’ve flown over and pigs must’ve learnt to fly.”, you snickered.

After a whole debate between Donnie and Casey, the pizza was brought by Mikey and the rest of the snacks were laid on the floor by April and Raph. Monthly movie nights were truly a miracle.

But, there’s something missing.

“Where’s Leo?”, Mikey questioned while taking a disgustingly large bite of his pizza.

“Fearless? Eh, he’s probably in the dojo training like always.”

“Probably, but usually everyone joins for these types of things! Do you think he’s training or doing something else?”

“If you care so much why don’t you ask him for yourself, [Name]?”, Raph says, really not caring about anything else other than the movie that he picked.

You grumble and reluctantly head over to Leo’s room, hoping that he wasn’t doing teenage boy activities. Ugh.

You considered knocking on his door, but then you remembered the plushie he never returned and slammed the door open.

Leo scrambled off the bed and onto the ground, holding a familiar book before throwing it off into the distance, praying you didn’t see. He chuckled nervously while leaning suspiciously on his bed.

“Oh! Hey, [Name]…! Uh…do you need something?”

He seemed so anxious and nervous…it was actually kinda cute! It’s like you have two little creatures on your shoulder, each one trying to give you a way to navigate this whole situation.

‘Leave him alone and give him space! That’s the nice thing to do.’, says the one on your right shoulder.

‘Get the book and make fun of him!!!’, giggles the one on your left shoulder.

…it’s obvious who won.

“What were you reading, Leo?” You ask with a teasing grin, watching him squirm under your gaze.

“Oh…uh me? Uhm…comic books! Yeah comic books! I was reading a really weird part so that’s why I was surprised when you came in and…”

Whatever other words that were being soren from him was ignored, you only think about how oddly adorable it was.

You glance at where the book was hastily hidden and chuckled.

“What comic was it?”

Before Leo could make another desperate and obvious lie, you quickly snatched up the book from where he tossed it and read the title. It was the same one as before.

“The Man and the Moon?”, you teased.

“That isn’t mine! April just asked me to hold on to it for her!”, he blushed as he tried to regain his confidence and composure.

“Cmon, Leo, we both know you can’t lie to save your shell.”

He paused and looked away, blushing furiously and fidgeting with his fingers. You sighed and took his hand.

“Hey.”, you look into his eyes. “I pinky swear that I won’t tell your brothers. You know how they are.”, you think back to the time Raph was found playing a dating simulator, and how the bickering lasted for weeks.

“Plus,”, you continued, “it’s not the worst thing you've ever done.”

“…You don’t think it’s weird?”, he asked cautiously.

“Why would it be weird? Like, people read romance all the time.”

“But, y’know…I’m a guy…and a mutant turtle…and well…”

You shrugged and climbed onto his bed, leaning against his plastron once you had sat down next to him.

“Romance is nice, I guess. It’s just another genre in a variety of genres.”, you felt and heard his heart thump faster as he gulped nervously.

“So…”, You started, “Are you gonna go to movie night or what?”

Leo’s eyes widened as he seemed to have a revelation.

“The movie! Crap, I forgot about that!”

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tolkiendefiled · 2 months ago

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Season 2 Episode 7

For the last two years, the showrunners claimed in interviews that the second season of the Rings of Power would be closer to the books. Well, that couldn’t be further from the truth.

This episode is a total affront to everything Tolkien wrote. It’s a pure desecration of his work. I’m not just talking about thematically. I mean every basic plot point. Everything this man wrote, they completely changed. I’ve mentioned this in all my reviews for this season, and I’ll say it again: there is no way to connect the Rings of Power to the Lord of the Rings.

Worse, the writing in this episode - from the plot to the dialogue - is so bad, it’s like the writers, one of whom is one of the showrunners, gave up on making it make sense. Shit just happens. No explanation. No setup. Important events happen off screen. We’re expected to care about characters we barely know. It’s just a total mess. This episode is titled “Doomed to Die.” Even the sweet embrace of death couldn’t erase the travesty of this show.

Let’s just start with the fact that this entire battle sequence is a lame ripoff of the battles of Helm's Deep and Pelennor Fields - except Peter Jackson actually thought about the battles and planned them out, and it’s apparent on screen, whereas in the Rings of Power, the Orcs just attack with the dumbest plan that makes zero tactical sense.

Here’s a wide shot of Eregion (attached). Technically, that’s the name of the region. The actual name of the city is Ost-in-Edhil, but that name isn’t in the Appendices, so Amazon can’t use it. As you can see, there are two bridges leading into the city surrounded by two rivers. It’s on a weird peninsula sticking out of the Misty Mountains, several miles west of Khazad-dûm. There’s no other way to get into the city than by crossing the rivers or coming from the East from Khazad-dûm.

So, the Orcs’ plan is to lay siege by attacking the city with trebuchets, but not the bridges. They don’t destroy the bridges. They don’t even occupy the bridges. No, instead they attack the city for a day or so, and then turn the trebuchets to the mountain to dam the river. But as you can see, there are two rivers, so 1) the water from the other river would flow into the blocked riverbed, and 2) there’s no way they’re knocking down enough rocks to plug up a river that’s damn near half a mile wide; but somehow this works. The Orcs run across the riverbed, which drains in seconds. That is not how this works. It would take days for this to drain, and it would be longer before the riverbed dried. You wouldn’t be able to run across it, let alone push some heavy machine half a mile through all that mud, but somehow this works, and the Orcs run across the wide open riverbed.

Have none of the Orcs ever seen Star Wars? The Elves have the high ground. Correction, higher ground because the Orcs dammed the river, so now they’re lower than the foundations of the city, so how are they supposed to get into the city? Well, see, they’ve got these ravagers the pull the stones out of the city walls. Okay, two points: 1) a city like this would have thick walls - probably five to ten, maybe even 15 feet thick - so this wouldn’t work, and pulling the walls down brick by brick makes no sense when you have trebuchets that were designed to knock down thick walls; but 2) - and please look at the image above - the city isn’t surrounded by walls. You don’t see them fucking open beaches? Here’s another angle (attached). The Orcs drain the river, and then only attack the spots with walls? Why wouldn’t they just climb up the beaches? Did no one working on the show pay attention to their own city layout?

Here’s the kicker. How in the hell are they supposed to catch Sauron when he could always run away out the back of the city towards Khazad-dûm? Remember, he can change his appearance, so he could easily escape and cross either of the rivers anywhere along the miles between the city and Moria, and they’d never know he was gone. This is the stupidest plan ever. You’d think someone on the show would have caught that this siege makes zero sense. There’s no structure to the attacks. No coordination. No subterfuge. Nothing you’d find in an actual battle. I’m not claiming that what Peter Jackson did was perfect, but at least it made sense. That sets the tone for the episode. Why make any sense when you can just do whatever?

For example, the show randomly nopes out on showing King Durin falling to the ring. Narvi tells him about the attack on Eregion, but the king is only concerned about the money they can make, so he orders Narvi to force Prince Durin and Disa out of the way, but instead Narvi sides with the prince and lets him know that Elrond is there. Durin tells Elrond that he’s about to overthrow his father, and Elrond pleads for Durin’s help in saving Eregion. Okay, fair enough. Durin riles up the Dwarves with a rousing speech, and gets them to agree to go to war.

Meanwhile, the king skulks away with an axe in hand. When Durin goes to leave with his army, Narvi shows up covered in blood, saying that the king manhandled - excuse me, Dwarf-handled - all of them and is going to free the Balrog. Except, we don’t get to see any of that. We’re just told it happened. That’s an interesting choice considering how the show had Durin break down over his father’s situation. If they wanted people to be invested in this story, why wouldn’t they show the king flipping out? Especially against Disa, who he seemed to like? That would be a major moment to show how far he’s fallen, but nope. No time. No interest. No concern. We just move on, so now Durin must choose between stopping his father or helping Elrond. I’m just going to get to it now. He doesn’t show up in Eregion. So all that buildup is totally wasted.

But then we get to it - the great desecration of our age. I genuinely don’t know how this show managed to fuck up Tolkien’s work this badly. It’s just butchered beyond all recognition. It completely breaks the lore in ways that obviously hurts the story. I don’t know why the showrunners did this, and I don’t understand why they claimed that the second season was closer to the books when everything we see is pure hate-fiction. I would be embarrassed to do this to someone else’s work. Even if I didn’t like the person. Even if I hated them. I would never do what these guys did to Tolkien. It’s nothing but disrespect. You’ve got to hate Tolkien to do something like this to his stories.

Celebrimbor is still under Sauron’s illusion spell, and he’s putting the finishing touches on the Nine Rings. However, he starts to suspect something’s wrong. He notices a missing stone from Fëanor’s hammer. He notices the mouse that seems to claw, at the air, at something that’s blocking his path. He also sees his face in a mirror covered in dust and blood. But when Annatar comes in, he assuages Celebrimbor, pushing him to complete the rings, but the Elf isn’t totally convinced. The crazy part about this moment is that this is what makes Celebrimbor suspect Annatar - not all the obvious scheming, not the bizarre demands, not the dubious backstory. No, it’s that everything seems too perfect. Like I’ve said before, the show makes Celebrimbor look stupid at every turn, and this episode hammers that home. Only an idiot would be tricked by someone like Annatar because the man is barely hiding that he’s conning them.

Case in point, Annatar leaves Celebrimbor and goes to Mirdania and the other Elves, who demand that Celebrimbor helps them. Annatar says that the Elf won’t come out, and all of them buy this. Remember, Sauron told Mirdania that Celebrimbor was being taken over by the shadow, but the rest of the Elves don’t know that. So why would they assume Annatar is telling the truth? Sure, Celebrimbor has been acting out of character, but they’ve known him for decades, if not centuries, and they’ve only known Annatar for what? A few days? Maybe a few weeks? Why would none of them go and check for themselves?

Worse, when Annatar says that he’s taking control over Eregion, no one questions this. On whose authority can he do this? Why would they go along with it? Why have none of them contacted Gil-galad to let someone know what’s going on? All of these things you’d expect intelligent, wise people - like the Elves are supposed to be - to do, but they never do it. Ironically, the show had a way around this. Every time they tried to tell someone, Sauron could have stopped them. That would get old very fast, but it would at least make the Elves look smart instead of all of them getting played to their faces.

Meanwhile, Celebrimbor finishes the Nine Rings, and… What’s this (attached)? Why, they look better than the other Rings of Power. So, those other designs weren’t an accident. They look shitty on purpose. I just don’t understand. These rings look cool, but the Elven Rings look like hot garbage? Why?

Then Celebrimbor notices the mouse again, and marks a candle. When Annatar returns, Celebrimbor points out the mouse and the candle, which hasn’t melted. He finally realizes he’s in an illusion, so Annatar admits it, claiming that he was trying to help. Celebrimbor snaps and throws Fëanor’s hammer in anger. It breaks a window, and the sound of the siege comes in, so he goes and checks, and sees the true Eregion. And then he wept, precious, he wept to be so gullible. Bruv has a complete breakdown and, for once, the show is accurate because this is exactly what every Tolkien fan is doing when they watch this show. Just like Celebrimbor, I’m like, “Why have I done this to myself? How did I let this come to pass?” You would hope that the scene would just move on, but no. The show is hellbent on making Celebrimbor look like the dumbest man in the world, I guess because Galadriel needs a friend.

Anyway, he knocks down the mithril dust, which turns out to be Sauron’s blood. Sauron holds up his hand with a half-ass black stigmata. I have so many questions like: Has he been walking around with an open wound this whole time? We see him cut his hand in the previous episode, but there was no context for it, so I didn’t mention it. Now we know what he was doing, but still, shouldn’t this have healed? Shouldn’t he have covered this up? Wouldn’t someone come across a bloody handprint? You want me to believe that the Elves - you know, the race with the keen eyesight - didn’t notice this shit? And are we to assume that the reason Sauron has such control over the Nine Rings has nothing to do with the flaws of Men, but instead that the rings were made from his blood? Doesn’t that ruin the point about the rings - that they prey on Men’s weaknesses? And how does Sauron influence the other rings since he didn’t use his blood before? The show made this big deal out of using mithril, but it turns out that it wasn’t needed, so how come Celebrimbor - the greatest Elven smith of his age - didn’t realize that? They took a very simple story, and made it so complicated that they ruined the whole angle.

Anyway, Celebrimbor runs and tries to tell the Elves that Annatar is Sauron, but they don’t believe him because he says crazy shit like telling them to cut open Annatar to check the color of his blood. Annatar holds up his hand, and it’s a normal blood color. I’m going to give the show credit. They had Sauron tell everyone that Celebrimbor was cray–cray, and he does look crazy, so this part actually makes sense. What doesn’t make sense is how Sauron randomly controls Celebrimbor’s body to make it look like Celebrimbor kills Mirdania by tossing her off a wall, and an Orc acquainting her with its axe. Why would he do this when none of the Elves believe Celebrimbor? There’s no reason to kill her. Yes, he’s a villain, but it still doesn’t make sense when she’s on his side.

Sauron then tells Celebrimbor to finish the Nine and he’ll spare Eregion - or what’s left of it - and I’m still trying to figure out why Sauron needs Celebrimbor to finish the rings. Remember, Sauron is supposed to make the One Ring on his own, and that’s the Master Ring to control all the others, so he shouldn’t need Celebrimbor to do anything. This is just madness.

Kind of like these Elven helmets. Please look at the attached shot. Elrond, Gil-galad and their forces arrive at Eregion, and this is the armor they chose to wear. Listen, I know the ladies, and some fellas, like a big helmet, but come on. These obviously don’t fit right. They’re too wide and too thick. They look silly. It’s impossible not to see it, so why didn’t they fix it? If it looks this bad on camera, it looks worse in person. Why didn’t they fix it? The crazy part is that the rest of the armor looks fine. It’s just the helmets that look god damn ridiculous.

Speaking of ridiculous, the Elves attack the Orcs, but right before the armies clash, Adar reveals that he’s got Galadriel, so Elrond treats with Adar, who demands Nenya in exchange for Galadriel. Elrond claims not to have the ring, but he’a actually wearing it around his neck, which is unbelievably stupid, so keep that in mind. He refuses to hand the ring over, so Adar tries to flatter him by comparing Elrond to Melian, Lúthien’s mother. That implies Adar either knew or saw Melian, so just who is Adar? That’s the only worthwhile question in the show, and that’s because Adar is the only worthwhile character in the show, and he’s been squandered this entire season because the showrunners decided to try to follow ten different storylines in eight episodes. No one in the show has enough time to flesh out their stories, so when they do things, most of the time, it doesn’t make any sense.

For example, Elrond kisses Galadriel. I will repeat that: Elrond kisses, lovingly kisses, Galadriel - like, “let’s make babies” kisses Galadriel. What the fuck? Everything about this is wrong. It’s not just breaking the lore. It makes shit weird because, later on, Elrond marries Galadriel’s daughter Celebrían. So, he’s making out with the mother of his future wife. What the fuck? By the way, Celebrían’s not even in the show yet. She should have been born and an adult by now, and she and Elrond are supposed to be secretly in love throughout the Second Age. But no, the show throws that out for this canon breaking kiss that comes out of nowhere. When have these two even been in a relationship? What, because he touched Galadriel’s face in one episode? No. No, no, no, no, no. Fuck all of that. No. Then Elrond gives a brooch to Galadriel with a hidden pin so she can free herself, and then he tells one of the Elves that he expects the Dwarves to show up at sunrise, they don’t. I mean, how are you going to have him French kiss the mother of his wife? No. The best case scenario is that this was just a ploy to keep Adar from noticing the brooch, but this shit just crosses the line. Seriously, what the fuck?

Galadriel tries to escape, but winds up at some burial ritual, and we see Adar crying over dead Orcs. Now, I know this is where certain people will lose their minds over the show humanizing the Orcs, and I won’t name those people because they’re the most sensitive of snowflakes, but I will remind them that only Adar cries, and he repeatedly says in the show that these are his children. They are probably of his blood, if not literally his biological children. We don’t know how these Orcs were created, but what the show does tell us is that some aspect of Adar’s former Elven mind is still a part of him. It makes sense that, as an Elf, he would mourn them.

Of course, Galadriel gets caught by the Orcs as she tries to leave, but then gets saved by Arondir, who’s got a death wish. He wants to kill Adar to avenge Bronwyn, and doesn’t care if he dies trying. The show really wants us to care about this, which is weird since they spent maybe 15 to twenty minutes this whole season dealing with Arondir’s story. This is what happens when you have a cast of nearly a dozen characters, and only eight episodes per season. No one gets enough time to develop their stories. There are just too many characters to juggle. What little we did get of Arondir was so underplayed that you never get a sense of how much Bronwyn’s death affected him. In a normal show, this would be a season - maybe a two season - character arc. For the Rings of Power, it’s been whittled down to twenty minutes. At any rate, Arondir is so committed to his death wish that Galadriel changes his mind in seconds.

Back in Eregion, Sauron chains Celebrimbor to the workbench and forces him to finish the rings. He also plays the victim, claiming to have been tortured by Morgoth. If by tortured, the show meant becoming Morgoth’s most loyal and willing servant after fangirling over Morgoth’s desire for power, then yes, Sauron was relentlessly tortured. This is such a bullshit change that even the show couldn’t maintain it. Celebrimbor immediately calls Sauron out for his hypocrisy. This whole thing of Sauron being a victim of circumstance or misunderstood is such a needless change. Sauron intending to bring order, perfection, and becoming twisted from his desire for power and domination is a much more interesting story. The reason is because he doesn’t think he’s doing anything wrong. He’s convinced he’s right. By the time he finds out that others disagree, he’s too full of himself to change his ways. But if he’s sitting there doing these things he knows are wrong, admitting they’re wrong, and then trying to gaslight people, that doesn’t make him interesting. That just makes him an asshole.

After Sauron leaves, Celebrimbor tries to destroy the rings by throwing them in a fire, but they come out cool to the touch. Off the top of my head, I don’t remember that being a thing. I know the One Ring can’t be hurt by fire, but I don’t remember anything saying that the other rings couldn’t be hurt by fire. After all, most of the Dwarf Rings were destroyed by dragon fire, but whatever. This show is just not going to follow any of Tolkien’s rules.

Since fire didn’t work, Celebrimbor decides to escape with the rings, but he’s still chained. He tries to free himself, but can’t break the cuffs, so instead he cuts off his thumb. Okay, I have a question. Why not cut the chain link? Even if this machine (attached) couldn’t cut it, there’s got to be something else in this workshop that could. Or are we supposed to believe that the greatest Elven smith in the world has nothing to cut through a chain he probably made? Then again, this is the same guy who had to be taught how to make an alloy, so maybe he’s not that smart.

He immediately gets caught by the Elves, but Galadriel comes in for the save. He spills the beans about Sauron, flat out telling her that the Nine are meant to enslave Men, and gives the rings to Galadriel. This is just insane. Remember, it’s Sauron who gives out the rings to Men. Unless Galadriel loses the rings, why would they end up in the hands of Men if she already knows they were created by Sauron? Also, Celebrimbor didn’t know Sauron’s intentions when he made the rings. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have made them because, in the book, Celebrimbor isn’t an idiot. But in the show, both he and Galadriel are total buffoons.

All the power players now know that the rings are corrupted, including the Elven Rings, so no one should use them. Ever. Remember, all of this happens before the One Ring is created, which is the opposite of how things play out in the book. None of these people should ever use the rings now that they know what they are. This is just unbelievably stupid.

Speaking of which, Galadriel admits this is all her fault. She brought this onto everyone. Why? Because she is the dumbest person in the world. This is a total desecration of Galadriel. Through and through, the complete destruction of her character. The wisest of the Elves, who knew not to trust Annatar the moment she heard of him, who warned everyone to steer clear of him, now reduced to a crying halfwit so wrapped up in revenge that she didn’t realize she was palling around with the guy she’d been hunting for centuries. I’ve never seen someone destroy a character like this. No character has been decimated like Galadriel. None. And for no good reason. Nothing they changed improved her character. They only made it worse, like their mantra was “Tolkien did something cool. How can we make it suck?” It’s just embarrassing, and this continues through the rest of the episode. There’s just tons of random shit thrown in because the showrunners keep wanting these powerful moments, but won’t take the time to build them.

For example, there’s some female Elf who gets Boromir’d. No buildup. No development. I think Elrond mentions her name once. She’s supposed to take down one of the ravagers with a flaming arrow, gets riddled with arrows herself, but still gets off her shot, and blows up the ravager. Since when did Orcs have explosives? I ain’t seen no explosives. Did you see explosives? Where did this come from? How would she even know to do this?

Then Sauron turns into a Sith Lord. Celebrimbor and the Elves go back to the forge to challenge him, and Sauron uses the dark side to make the Elves kill each other. Since when this dude got the Force? This is the first episode we see him do anything like this, and there’s no explanation. No setup. He just has whatever powers the showrunners want him to have. I thought this was supposed to be the Rings of Power, not deus ex machina.

Meanwhile outside, the troll arrives. Remember him? Now, this fight does look awesome. The whole sequence is crazy. Lots of gory kills and brutal action, but basically wasted because the troll gets killed in a few minutes. He dies laughing, which would be awesome if we had any context for why, but this isn’t that kind of story. Instead, the Orcs attack again, and in seconds, the Sun rises. Elrond looks to the North, but there are no Dwarves; just a sole Elf on a horse, skewered with arrows. He tells Elrond that the Dwarves won’t come, and Elrond sits there muttering to himself as the Orcs attack. You see what they did there? They took the whole thing with Gandalf coming down with Éomer and saving Helm’s Deep, and then they inverted it. See how clever they are?

Meanwhile, Arondir challenges Adar, but gets stabbed for his troubles. I don’t think he’s dead, though. I mean, they already killed one black Elf. Two would be too on the nose. Then, Adar captures Elrond, and takes the ring Nenya from him. Adar takes Galadriel’s ring. The ring she never gave to anyone. The ring she always wore. One of the Three that was supposed to be unsullied by any darkness or evil, now in the hands of a fallen Elf. Total bullshit, which would have been the title of this review if I had done it in video form because that is what this show is: total bullshit. No one is supposed to have that ring but Galadriel. This is part of showing her wisdom and power that she was never seduced by Sauron. The show completely flipped this, ruining every aspect of this woman’s character. Just a total desecration of Tolkien’s works. There’s still an episode to go, and plenty more to ruin.

Supposedly, Celebrimbor was going to be in this season, but he hasn’t shown up yet. I can’t imagine what they’re going to do with him. You’ve got all the shit with the Númenóreans just hanging in the air. You’ve got the shit with the wizards. And then, somehow, they’ve got to tie in the Hobbits, who have fuck all to do with the main plot. For the showrunners to lie and claim that the season would be closer to Tolkien’s work is bold as fuck. I don’t know how they could say that with a straight face. I see people complaining about the War of the Rohirrim, acting like it’ll be worse. How? In her wildest dreams, Philippa Boyens couldn’t come up with something this bad. We all saw the Hobbit films. They’re masterpieces compared to this show.

Now, this is where someone will go, “If you hate it so much, why watch it?” My answer is simple. I like Tolkien’s stories, and this is a high profile adaptation of his works. I can’t ignore it, especially not with how much I talked about it before it came out. So, I will watch it, review it, and I will not pull a single punch when I do it because it’s so unbelievably bad and so painful to watch. Some might find that sadistic, but I like to believe that you’re all aware enough - especially now - to know that there’s nothing sadistic in my reviews. This moment, this is me at my most masochistic.

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ichigoromi · 4 years ago

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𝐀𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐩 | 𝐒𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐬𝐚 𝐊𝐢𝐲𝐨𝐨𝐦𝐢 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧 | 𝐇𝐚𝐢𝐤𝐲𝐮𝐮 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧

I'm up for another Sakusa angst... Yay?

I guess, I hope you guys enjoy reading?

I'm sorry if I made you cry...

All characters are aged up!

Sakusa Kiyoomi

It has been exactly 11 months, 11 days, and 11 hours since you two have decided to end the relationship.

The break was inevitable. You were studying in the States, and he is a professional athlete who has little to no time to visit you.

No matter how much you want to fix the relationship, it was beyond repair.

You started to count the days that you two have broken up for as a way to cope, but it was unhealthy for you, mentally.

Sure, your studies were going better after the breakup, but you ended up drinking till your wasted in your tiny apartment.

Seeing how happy he was on his social media platform makes you wonder if you were the one who caused the break-up after all.

Even though you two agree mutually to the breakup, it was harder on you.

You lost so much weight, and your complexion was too pale to be considered healthy.

Roll in the best friends; they practically filled your fridge and made sure you were eating your three meals.

After you gained back to a healthy weight, they took you out for a makeover trip and got you a closet makeover as well.

You got back into your school life and leaned on your friends for support, but how could you ever forget the good memories that you made with Sakusa as well.

Your friends helped you pack any momento or gifts that he gave you into a box and send it back to him since you two have broken up and as a proper closure for you two.

But there was just one thing that you can't bear to part with, his personal hoodie that he first gave you when you two started going out in high school.

Your friends had a hard time trying to persuade you to part with it but gave in to you.

Inside the box, you included a letter address to him, your one last letter to him.

It goes likes this...

Dear Mimi or Kiyoomi,

This would probably be the last time that I address you like that. I know we have decided to end our relationship, and it's all my fault even though you said it's no one's fault. I'm going to return these because these were the gifts that you gave me. You can burn or throw them away; it's all up to you. The break-up was rough, but thanks to it, I grew a lot from it. I know you recently got a new girlfriend, good for you, you look genuinely happy with her, guess I held on to you too long? I'm sorry for breaking the promise first. I'm sorry for breaking your heart; I'm sorry that I cannot be there for you. Thank you for the wonderful memories that you left me. I never stop loving you and will always be there for you.

With love,

Your first.

You wiped away the tears and signed off and place it on top of everything, and prepared to mail it.

For the first time after your break up, you felt some kind of relief.

After you mailed it out, you and your friends went for some good old Korean barbeque and tons of alcohol.

You were so drunk that your friends carried you home, and all of them stayed in your apartment, in case something happens to you.

You posted some pictures of you having a good time with your friends and knocked out from the huge amount of drinks you had.

He thought he would live his life as normal after the breakup, but he couldn't.

Everything just was not the same. The routine that he has built around you, he has to change it.

You were not in his life anymore.

Atsumu tried to cheer him up by setting him up with some of his friends, and sure they had good personalities, but they were just not you.

After months of trying to date, he finally met the one.

He was finally able to smile and be back to the normal him.

His team was relieved that he was not in his depressed state and living well.

Atsumu and Bokuto still keep in close contact with you, following you on their social media platforms.

When they thought he was not listening, he could listen to them calling you and face timing.

Based on Atsumu and Bokuto's reaction, he can tell that you are doing good.

He knows that your graduation was in a few weeks and you would continue to further your studies there.

Bokuto and Atsumu, along with some of your high school friends, were going to fly to the States to attend your graduation.

He wants to go to, but he has a new person in his life now.

A few days later, he received a box from your address.

He went to open the box in his dorm room, and it was the gifts and the letters you two exchanged since high school.

When he read the letter that you wrote him, he broke down.

You were his first love, the very first person that he made friends with, the very first person that made his heart skip, and the very one that made him the person that he is today.

It was bad. The feelings that he thought was once gone came back again.

He never stops loving you, and he will continue to love you as long as he can.

He needed some time away from dating and some time to heal.

The last gift he could give you was something that would last till you guys meet next time.

Graduation came faster than you expected, and finally, you graduate successfully after going through all those obstacles. Your family and friends from Japan are here to celebrate this joyous event with you.

You took pictures with everyone, chatted with a few of your fellow graduates, and managed to make some new connections.

"Oh my god, why is her campus so big? Did we made it in time?"

"Of course not! What did ya think?!"

Your two favourite people are here too.

"Tsumu! Bokkun!"

You waved them over, and they were carrying a bouquet of flowers and a bunch of gifts.

They threw their arms around you and pulls you into their embrace, and it was heartwarming and suffocating. Imagine getting bear-hugged by two professional volleyball players.

"L-let me go!" You managed to squeeze out a call for help, and they immediately let you go.

"This gift, open when you are alone."

It was a small bag, but you could not help but wonder who gave you that gift.

- - -

After getting lunch with your family and friends, you went back to your apartment alone to start packing up for your new journey.

You were going to move to Korea for your Master's program. Most of your close friends knew about this and hook you up with their close contacts in Korea so that you would have some form of support in a foreign country.

While packing, you remember the gift that Bokuto and Atsumu told you to open when you are alone.

You grab it, and it was a letter and a blue velvet ring box.

Immediately you recognised the handwriting. That neat and clean handwriting would belong to none other than Sakusa himself.

Congratulations on your graduation.

I have received your mail, and there's so much that I want to say. I apologise for not making it to your graduation, but those two idiots are there to represent me. After receiving that box from you and that letter, I immediately broke up with her. I realised that my feelings for her were not genuine, and I was just using her as a rebound, and I break things off because I don't want to hurt her further.

I'll wait for you. I know this may sound far-fetched, but will you marry me?

I don't expect any replies, but please accept the ring if you agree to marry me.

If you reject me, you can return the ring to Atsumu.

I'll be waiting,

Sakusa Kiyoomi

This man...even he is at the other part of the world, he still manages to make your heart skip. You open the box and inside one of the most dazzling rings you have laid your eyes on.

And you recognise it.

It was a Harry Winston.

You used to joke to him in high school that you want it to be a Harry Winston ring when he proposed.

Now, it's not a joke. You slid the ring onto your left hand, and it fits perfectly.

You dialled the number that you know it like it's the back of your hand.

"You idiot, do you still love me after all this time? What's with the proposal? It's s-so lame." You sniffled over the phone.

"Really? Does that mean you are not taking me back? In high school, you said that you were going to kick my ass if I break up with you. You wanted a proposal with a Harry Winston, right?" Hearing his voice, you broke down.

"I-I m-missed y-you so much! Why do you still have so much effect on me? You bad man!" You wailed into the phone and hear his deep chuckles.

"Oh my, you became more of a baby after we broke up. Do you want to see me now?"

"What? You mean facetime?"

"No, come to the park near your apartment building."

You grabbed your coat and rushed out of your building. There's no way he is here. No way. How could it be...

And he was there. With his arms wide open and a small smile on his handsome face.

"H-how? I-What? You idiot!" You threw yourself into his embrace, and he wraps his arms around you, and you sobbing in his chest.

"I flew in, of course. I got the timing right." He cups your face gently to make you look up to him. Then he saw the ring on your left hand and kisses you on the lips.

You shut your eyes and savours the kiss that was needed after being apart for so long.

"Sakusa Kiyoomi, you are one crazy man." You shook your head and kiss his lips again.

"Yeah, I'm crazy for you." He kisses you again for a long time.

I can't end it with a sad ending; I'm sorry to you guys if you wanted a sad ending. I'm crazy for soft Sakusa.

I love him.

I hope you guys enjoy reading this!

Thank you for reading!

Stay safe and take care!

With love,

Rosalie🍓

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enbiart · 3 years ago

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Delinquent kel at the party Aubrey took him to?

HELLO I FINALLY FUCKING WROTE SOMETHING. yes this is written instead of drawn out. a bitch needs to break out of xyr writers block.

i tried to put in a read more and it didnt work :| mobiles a bitch

The music pounded through his skull. It was loud and blaring, a constant thump thump thump coursing through his veins. It was some pop song he'd heard on the radio a million times yet somehow never caught the words to; Not that it'd do him any good to know them, anyway. He could barely hear his own thoughts over the chatter and movement of people throughout the house.

He took a sip from his solo cup. It was nearly empty with some off-brand soda, more flat than fresh. It was the exact same drink he'd gotten when he first arrived - Aubrey advised against getting refills after the party really got going, saying that the drinks would probably get spiked at some point.

On the other side of the living room, some girl started taking her top off to the slurred cheers of the crowd. That's as good a sign as any that people were getting drunk now. Kel sighed and took another sip. He was starting to get a headache.

He decided to go look for Aubrey. They may have arrived together, but they almost immediately got separated. He wanted to be hurt by her negligence, but after just five minutes in the sea of dancing highschoolers and strobe lights he could barely tell left from right.

At first, the energy and atmosphere of the party made his blood positively sing. Ducking in between partygoers, grooving to the tunes, helping himself to the snacks - this was nothing like those lame school dances. It was leagues better - it was exciting and new and made the world outside the house walls melt away as if it didn't exist.

But now...now he was a bit lost on what to do. He tried socializing, had a thousand different topics he could use to befriend strangers with, but this was a party organized by the graduating class of his highschool to celebrate the start of their last year and he was just a freshman. A short, baby-faced freshman at that. Even now he could see people giving him weird looks from the corner of his eyes. He wasn't going to make much progress with these folks.

He groaned quietly. Bothering Aubrey would make him feel better.

He downed the rest of his soda and tossed the cup to the floor. Everyone else had done it, so why bother being the one person to actually look for a trash can? ...He actually felt kinda bad for the guy that had to clean this place up after the party. Poor, poor man.

Kel wandered through the house, peeking into different rooms and regretting most of it. There were a lot of drunk high schoolers doing a lot of drunken misdeeds. There was going to be so, so much gossip at school next week, he was sure of it. Thankfully, none of the drunken miscreants had pink hair, so he was saved the horror of having to tell Aubrey she'd done something embarrassing.

After making a full round through the house, he found himself looking into the kitchen. It was less crowded than the other rooms - some unspoken party ettiquette to not mess with the fine china? - and it was there that he finally caught sight of Aubrey. He opened his mouth to call out to her -

- only to freeze as he saw the people she was with. He recognized them as her newer friends. Kim, and her brother Vance. Kim was sitting on the counter, playfully kicking him as they bickered about something he couldn't hear. Aubrey was clutching her stomach laughing at whatever it was. None of them noticed Kel standing in the entrance.

Something twisted in his chest at the sight. It prickled painfully and made the room feel too small and too hot. He clenched his fists hard enough to hurt.

Wordlessly, he turned and left.

The back door of the house was in a hallway directly to the left of the kitchen. The hallway was empty and the door unlocked, so Kel didn't think twice about slipping outside into the night.

The sudden shift from the heat of the party to the chill of the night was enough to give him goosebumps, and he belatedly wished he'd worn something with longer sleeves. The back light was on, moths and gnats fluttering around it and casting moving shadows on the patio. Colors from the party inside streamed through the windows, and the music was still fairly audible.

He gritted his teeth. There was a rusty metal gate in the fencing around the yard that led to the side of the house. It only came up to his hip, and he hopped it.

The alley between this house and the next was dark and cold; The streetlamp further ahead barely reached it. Metal trash bins were lined up against the walls, in varying degrees of fullness. A cricket began to chirp nearby, and the sound hurt his ears.

He took a deep breath, walked further into the alley, and kicked one of the trash cans as hard as he could. And then he kicked it again, and again, and again. He knocked one onto its side and stomped on it with all his might. The lid rolled on the ground. He picked it up and threw it into the street.

The sound and smell was horrible but it still felt oh, so satisfying. He didn't even know why he felt so angry. He already knew Aubrey had friends other than him. Hell, he knew they were probably ten times more fun than him at parties. There was no damn reason for him to be so pissed off, and yet! Here he was! Here he was!

He growled and kicked another. Ugh!

It had taken a lot of effort to get to this party in the first place. His parents had been absolute asses about everything he did lately, and didn't even approve of him hanging out with Aubrey any more ever since the town started talking about her. He'd had to work up a lot of nerve to ask Aubrey to take him here, and even more to actually get here. He climbed out a window, for Christ's sake! Climbed down a house!

So why -

SMASH!

- was he -

SMASH!

- having such -

SMASH!

- a crummy time?!

He panted. His foot was starting to hurt.

"Looks like someone's having fun."

He jumped, nearly tripping over himself in his haste to turn around. Bathed in shadow, Aubrey stood leaning against the wall, watching him with an amused expression. Kel's face flushed with embarrassment. God, she must've seen all of that.

"Whoops, didn't mean to scare you," She said unapologetically. "I don't think I could've given you a heads up, though, with how into it you were."

Kel glared weakly at her and crossed his arms. He knew she was going to make fun of him for his little temper tantrum, but he really wished she wouldn't. "I don't know what you're talking about," He said defiantly.

"Uh-huh, yeah, sure," She said with an eye roll. She pushed off the wall and further into the alley where he was; In the improved lighting, he noticed she was carrying her bat. He didn't remember her bringing it with her. Maybe it wasn't actually hers. It might've been the homeowner's. She pointed the tip to the ground and eyed him with something like anticipation. "Mind if I join you?" She asked.

Kel blinked. Um, what? "I, uh, still don't know what you're talki -"

"Can I tell you something, Kel?" She interrupted. She changed focus from him to the fallen and dented bins on the ground, and shifted her hold on the bat to two hands. The hair on Kel's neck stood on end at the intensity in her eyes. She took a deep breath, and said, "I really hate this town."

And then she swung.

The sound of her bat bashing against metal stabbed his ears and brought his headache back tenfold, but like before, the sight of the destruction brought such a deep satisfaction it almost left him breathless. Cathartic, that's what it was. She brought her bat down again and again and again, over and over and over, and each swing got his blood pumping and his heart racing. He felt himself grin, and couldn't resist the temptation to join in.

He'd kick a can onto its side and then kick it over to Aubrey, who'd be tense and waiting to strike it hard down the alley. A particularly stubborn can would refuse to dent under his weight and she would nudge him out the way and go to town on the poor object. The party was gone completely from their minds as they set their sights on complete devastation. They laughed, breathless and crazed and high on adrenaline.

Their mayhem didn't go unnoticed for long. A window of the neighboring house opened, and someone yelled out, "What the hell do you think you're doing?!" Kel only had a second to panic about the consequences before Aubrey grabbed his hand and took off running. He nearly fell over himself, but quickly found his footing and ran right beside her. He could run faster than her if he wanted to, but he didn't want to. He wanted to run with her. He didn't particularly care where they were running to - as long as it was with her.

They were still laughing as they ran.

#my writing #omori #kel omori #omori kel #aubrey omori #omori aubrey #kelbrey

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alphadaddyderek · 3 years ago

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Not all math puns are awful, just sum (sterek fic, high school au)

ao3 link: click if you dare

summary: ’what is the probability that anyone will pass this fucking class? I’m thinking 1 in 100’

Stiles shakes his head because that was such a bad math joke that it was actually kinda funny. And, based on the expressions on people’s faces during class, also very true.

'i think there is statistical data to back up your theory’

AU where Stiles and Derek have to share a textbook and they write terrible math puns back and forth to each other.

Stiles sincerely, genuinely, regrets taking AP classes.

Well, kinda.

They would look great on his resume. Colleges wouldn’t even second guess accepting him and he would receive so many scholarships which would help his dad big time.

AP classes will also raise his GPA crazy high which, again, looks great to colleges.

Sometimes they just suck.

His AP Statistics class is definitely #1 on the ‘classes that suck straight ass list’.

It’s boring and it can be kinda hard. Plus it’s math so it’s automatically gross.

Stiles is good at math, but it’s not his forte, that’s more Lydia Martin’s thing.

Anyway, Beacon Hills High had to have some budget cuts this year, like, serious budget cuts. The sports teams are lucky that people care about people throwing balls all over the place, otherwise they would’ve gotten cut too.

Since the school has had budget cuts, the students don’t get individual textbooks anymore. Meaning, that they can only use it during class and then they have to leave it in the classroom for the next class to use.

So, yeah.

It’s the third week of junior year, AP Stat is as boring as always. He has Lydia to talk to sometimes but she has other friends in the same class, so he's not always entertained.

The teacher didn’t really care about whether or not students did the work, he just played chess on his computer the whole class anyway. He gave the page number that we were supposed to work on and that was that.

Stiles prefers that to lectures, but still. When he’s done the work there’s nothing left for him to do. He could go on his phone, but even that gets boring eventually.

What he’s trying to say is that he’s bored, okay?

Turning to the page that the teacher assigned, Stiles is shocked and wildly amused, to already see writing on the margins of the page. He figured it would take at least half the school year before people started vandalizing the textbooks. Although, it’s written in pencil so it’s easily erasable.

When Stiles actually reads what was written he snorts. Luckily, it’s loud in the class so the most attention he gets is when Lydia shoots him a weird look which he ignores.

'what is the probability that anyone will pass this fucking class? I’m thinking 1 in 100'

Stiles shakes his head because that was such a bad math joke that it was actually kinda funny. And, based on the expressions on people’s faces during class, also very true.

Should he write something back? Stiles doesn’t know if the person who wrote this is hoping for a response, or if they wrote in the book because they’re just as bored as Stiles is.

Eh, fuck it. Why not?

'i think there is statistical data to back up your theory’

Stiles snickers at his equally bad math joke before finally deciding to focus on the actual work. He didn’t want to be one of the ones who didn’t pass the class, because that would suck. So he does the work and for the remainder of the class he lets out a giggle or two every once in a while because even though he’s 16 years old, he apparently still has the sense of humor of a child.

π π π

It’s the next class and honestly, Stiles kind of forgot about the writing in the textbook. After he left that class he went to AP Geography where there was immediately a test, which he nailed by the way. Plus, with all his other classes, he just didn’t think it was important to remember a bad, but still funny, math joke in a textbook.

The teacher assigns them another page number full of questions to work on. And, just like last time, there’s writing in the margins.

‘i’m sorry, that was pretty mean of me to say’

That one has Stiles laughing out loud. Not too loud though, because he doesn’t have that much of a death wish. He just laughs loud enough to make Lydia send him another weird look, except this time Lydia questions him about it.

“What is so funny?” she asks, twirling her hair with her pencil.

Stiles shakes his head. “Nothing really. Just somebody writing lame math jokes on the book pages.”

“Well, you’re laughing at them. So doesn’t that make you lame as well?”

Stiles dramatically gasps.

“Wow, Lydia, that was pretty mean of you to say,” Stiles replies before bursting into more laughter.

At this point, Lydia is looking at him like he has brain damage but he really can’t bring himself to care. It’s hilarious and if she doesn’t think so then oh well. Her loss.

Well, she doesn’t know that that was the joke inside the textbook, but still, whatever.

It’s funny.

π π π

By this point, it’s kind of like Stiles and this unknown jokester are pen pals.

It’s been a week filled with terrible math jokes and Lydia probably losing more and more respect for him as the days pass.

He’s told Scott about his little pen pal and of course, Scott doesn’t really get it, but he’s supportive nonetheless.

It’s a Friday night and Scott is at Stiles’ house. They’re playing video games and eating so much pizza that Stiles will be bloated for an entire week.

Thankfully, his dad is on the night shift, otherwise, he would be heavily judgmental of Stiles’ life choices.

After several rounds of Mario Kart, they take a break to eat said pizza and talk a bit.

“So,” Scott takes a huge bite of his slice. “how are you and your math buddy doing?”

Stiles takes a bite of his own slice. “Why are you asking? Jealous?”

Scott laughs. “Oh yeah, I’m so jealous. Please, Stiles, make terrible math jokes with me.”

Stiles flips Scott off. “You only mock because you really are jealous.”

Scott rolls his eyes and then the topic is dropped.

At least for the next hour or so. Then after that, it gets brought back up.

“Do you think it’s weird to have a crush on someone you’ve never met?” Stiles asks, playing with a loose thread on his jeans.

Scott looks at Stiles, and Stiles does not want to see the weird look Scott has on his face so he continues looking down.

“You have a crush on this person?”

Stiles shrugs. “I don’t know. They’re funny, and obviously, they’re smart if they’re in AP Stat. I would like to meet this person though, maybe. I don’t know.”

Stiles feels his cheeks heating up.

Scott nudges Stiles with his elbow. “Hey, it’s okay. It’s not weird at all. It’s kinda like online dating, but like medieval style.”

Stiles can’t help the laugh that bubbles out of his throat. “What?”

It’s like medieval style! ‘Cause, it’s in a book. Instead of online.”

Scott is always able to make Stiles feel better, no matter the situation. His goofiness especially lightens his mood.

“Okay, Scott. Are we going to go jousting next?”

“I don’t know. What you guys do on your first date is none of my business,” Scott says with a sly smile.

Stiles snorts and grabs a pillow off the couch behind them and smacks Scott in the face with it, resulting in a pillow fight ensuing.

And if anybody asks, Scott did not win. He didn’t!

π π π

2 weeks after he and Scott had that talk, Stiles continues talking with his pen pal. Although, maybe Stiles is looking too deep into this, but it kind of seems like flirting now?

Hear him out.

In the margins, the person started adding smiley faces and winky faces after every message.

Ooh and they actually put their initials! D.H.

Stiles doesn’t think he knows anyone in school with those initials. Granted, Stiles isn’t exactly a social butterfly so he’s not doubting their existence at all.

AP Stat only has 5 minutes left in the class. Stiles has already embarrassed himself in front of Lydia more times than he can count, so he decides to ask Lydia if she knows someone with those initials.

She purses her lips. “Why do you ask?”

Stiles sighs inwardly before answering. “Uh, well. I was just...wondering. Ya know. Trying to expand my friend circle.”

Lydia raises an eyebrow. And Stiles sighs outwardly this time.

“Fine. You know the jokes that were in the book?”

“You mean from like a month ago?”

“Well...we’ve kinda been continuing to exchange jokes and notes and stuff. And then recently they put their initials. Or, at least I think it’s their initials. I don’t know what else it would be. So, yeah.”

Lydia looks at him for a moment before her lips curl up into a smile. “You mean you’ve finally found someone who has a worse sense of humor than you?”

Stiles returns the smile. “I’ll have you know, my sense of humor is advanced. Way too advanced even for you.”

“Uh-huh. Anyway, the only name that comes to mind is Derek Hale.”

Stiles chokes on his own spit. “Derek Hale? You mean the star of the basketball team? The guy with eyes that are like fifty different colors and bunny teeth that would look ridiculous on anyone else but he somehow looks gorgeous with them? That Derek Hale?”

“Yes. Other than that, I don’t know anyone else with those initials.”

“Does he take AP Stat?”

Lydia shrugs. Stiles takes that as a no.

There’s no way that Derek Hale is the one writing these notes. No way in hell. Stiles isn’t that lucky.

Plus, even if Derek is the one writing these, hypothetically speaking, Derek wouldn’t be interested in him. Don’t get Stiles wrong, he knows he’s a pretty attractive guy. But nobody in this school is as attractive as Derek Hale. Let's be real here.

Okay, maybe Danny. Danny is kinda gorgeous.

But besides Danny, nobody is even on the same level as Derek.

Well, Lydia is too.

Okay, dammit. People are on the same level as Derek Hale. The point is that Stiles isn’t.

Stiles sighs for what seems like the eighth time in. “Okay. Thanks.”

Lydia gives him a scrutinizing look before nodding and getting on her phone.

Stiles sits there and ponders why his life is like this before deciding that he must've done something to piss off fate in a past life. Pleased with his conclusion, Stiles shoves his notebook and pencils into his backpack just in time for the bell to ring.

π π π

Okay, so, Stiles must be going crazy.

When he saw that his pen pal had written his initials he figured, ‘hey, I might as well do the same. It’s only decent right?’ so he had, and ever since then Derek Hale has been shooting him looks in the hallway.

Maybe he’s hallucinating, because Derek Hale is, well, Derek Hale. Out of everyone in the hallway, why would he be looking at Stiles?

Also, Stiles can’t be the only person in the school with the initials S.S. although, he probably is the only S.S. that’s taking AP Stat so there’s that.

Stiles doesn’t know what to do, should he wave? Shoot him a smile?

Actually no, he should do neither of those things because if he does, and Derek actually wasn’t looking at him, that would be so unbelievably embarrassing. So embarrassing that Stiles would have to transfer schools immediately.

Stiles shakes his head and opens up his locker to gather his things for his next class. When he closes the locker Derek is standing right there like they’re in a horror movie and Stiles jumps so hard that he drops his notebook.

“Shit. Sorry,” Derek says and bends down to swipe Stiles’ notebook off the floor.

“No, it’s okay. You’re awfully quiet for an athlete.”

Stiles holds his hand out for his notebook but Derek doesn’t seem all that interested in returning it to him just yet. Derek looks at the front of his notebook.

“Hmm. AP Stat. Interesting.”

Stiles bites his lip and nods. “Yep,” he says popping the ‘p’. “it is interesting. Well, actually it’s not. AP Stat is yuck sometimes and it can get boring but it’ll look great on my resume so.”

Derek nods. He looks at Stiles for a few more seconds before he opens his mouth, and the second he does, Stiles’ stomach fills with butterflies.

“What is the probability that anyone will pass that fucking class? I’m thinking 1 in 100.”

Stiles bites his lip to stifle his smile. He doesn’t want to cheese like an idiot in front of Derek Hale but he thinks that ship has already sailed cause Derek’s lips stretch into a big smile.

Stiles clears his throat. “I think there is statistical data to back up your theory.”

“Oh, is there?” Derek asks, smile turning into a smirk.

Stiles nods then looks at his notebook that is still in Derek’s hand. “Can I have my notebook now? I’m not sure what exactly you’re plotting but I don’t like it.”

Derek scrunches his face up. “Wow, that was bad.”

Stiles’ mouth gapes. “Like yours were any better.”

Derek shrugs, smile returning to his face. “I thought my mean joke was pretty hilarious.”

“Yeah, hilariously bad. I didn’t laugh at all, not one bit.”

Derek looks like he doesn’t believe a word Stiles just said, which is fair, he shouldn’t.

“So,” Derek begins, eyes boring into Stiles’— seriously, what is up with Derek’s eyes? — “what is the probability that you will give me your number?”

Stiles pretends to think about it for a second. “I'm thinking 100 in 100.”

#stiles stilinski #derek hale #Sterek #sterek fic #high school au #quite possibly the worst math jokes ever in existence #my fic

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fweasleyswhore · 4 years ago

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F.W. Who We Are

Chapter Two: Your Least Favorite Color

Chapter One

a/n chapter two my lovlies!! i rlly wanted to pump this out p fast bc ive been having so much fun with it and i hope you are too!

summary: fred and george tell you their plan for their prank. fluff with a pinch of angst.

word count: 3k

warnings: some touching??? uncomfy situation??

tags: @you-make-children-cry @levylovegood @bohemianspacebabe

comment a request to be added to my taglist !

“Snape’s least favorite color?” I laughed out. “I think you mean, like, any color. I mean has he ever worn anything that isn’t black?”

I was now seated in a small semblance of a circle on the floor of the Gryffindor common room, Fred and George in front of me. It was most definitely past curfew but because tomorrow was Saturday I really didn’t care, the time was the last thing on my mind. The most present thought I had was how the hell Fred and George were going to change the color of all the cauldrons in Snape's room and get away with it.

“Well, now that you bring it up, I do believe I saw him in robes that looked rather navy instead of black.” George pondered, looking up to the ceiling and tapping his chin as if he was deep in thought.

“Oh bug off!” I laughed and smacked him on the arm. He looked at his arm with wide eyes, his smile gone. Before I could ask if I was too forceful he was pretending to cry, a little too loud than he should’ve considering it was well past 12 and I am technically trespassing. None of us cared though or even thought to care as we watched George grasp onto his brother’s arms like it was the last thing he would ever do.

“I-I don’t want to die Freddie.” He whispered. His grip tightened onto his brother as he spoke again. “Freddie, I…” He then let out a loud, fake sob. “There’s so much I haven’t done.” He dropped his head and shook it. I rolled my eyes, how long was he going to keep this up?

Fred brought his hands up to cradle his brother’s head. “It’s ok George, you can let go, it’s ok.” He looked into his brother’s eyes tearfully, “I’ll help you…”

Before George could react Fred lifted one of his hands and swiftly flicked him on the forehead. George let out a loud groan and spasmed a bit in Fred’s arms, I watched with narrowed eyes as he seized up and shook.

“You look more like a fish out of water than a dying man,” I said smugly. George rose up and fixed his hair. He looked over to me with a glare and his tongue out. I laughed fully, the situation and everything, as well as some sleep deprivation, catching up on me. I threw my head back, clutched my stomach, and rolled around for what felt like hours. Once I had started I couldn’t stop.

“I didn’t think it was that funny,” George whispered to Fred. “Maybe we have finally broken her?”

“Maybe…” Was all Fred was able to say back, too caught up with the beautiful girl in front of her to even fully process George's words.

Finally calming down due to the sharp pain building up in my stomach from laughing so hard, I painfully pushed myself to sit up straight. Leaning on the couch behind me I tried to catch my breath while gripping my stomach. I could feel my face was flushed, my hair was a mess but I couldn’t care. Although the pain that coursed through my body, I was still smiling, looking at the two boys in front of me. Focusing on George I saw that he looked at me with a look of disbelief and amusement, rolling my eyes at him I focussed on Fred ready to be met with the same expression.

What I was met with nearly made me roll over again.

The way he looked at me made the rest of the world evaporate. I lost my breath. He smiled at me, but it wasn’t amused or disbelieving like George, he smiled at me with pure content, like watching me writhing around on the floor was the best use of his time. His eyes flickered with something, his usual gleam of mischief no longer evident but what was currently being held I couldn’t decipher. My whole face flushed even more if that was possible, I was praying in my head he didn’t notice it. I diverted my eyes from his gaze, trying to hide my red face as I adjusted into the position I held before I broke out in laughter.

“Maybe red?” I tried to steer the conversation back to its previous topic, my voice quivered, making me cringe and I hope that the boys didn’t notice or just wrote it off.

“If we make them red he will know a Gryffindor did it, that’s the equivalent of a murderer leaving a ransom note with his name on it.” George retorted. I sighed, relieved he didn’t say anything. Bringing my gaze up to meet theirs I looked between them, they were both staring at the floor, obviously lost in thought. I brought my gaze to the fire behind them. I pulled my lip in between my teeth trying to focus on a specific color that would make the blood drain from Snape’s face.

Snape was the head of the Slytherin house, and though that relation, I absolutely despised him. He was terribly rude to Gryffindors for no bloody reason, being that my friends mostly consisted of Gryffindors, he was terribly rude to me as well. He never took points away from me specifically, knowing it would reflect badly on him, but he took the absolute piss out of any Gryffindor around, often even subjected me to long detentions for minor offenses. I have to watch my step around him, even my breathing could set him off, send a nasty glare, or even grade my way. Being a Slytherin though, there was not much I could do about it except accept it, and that made my blood boil under the surface.

“Perhaps,” I started, my gaze was still trained on the dancing fire behind the boy. “Hot pink would suffice?”

Lifting my gaze from the fire I glanced between the two.

“Wicked.” They said in unison. They had these stupid grins on their faces that made me giggle.

The rest of the night was spent actually completing the plan, or trying to and getting distracted. The day before we leave for Christmas break we would sneak into his room, Fred and George would hide in the back of the room while I waited for Snape to arrive. I would ask him to help me find a book in the library about potion making because “I had really been struggling this past year in his class”. Total lie, I knew what I was doing Snape just hated to give me the grade I deserved.

Considering Mrs. Pince was on maternity leave he would have no option but to say yes. The boys would hex the cauldrons then run back to the Gryffindor common room where Harry and Ron were ready to provide an alibi. It flowed well, the potions section of the library was in the back and far up, Ron and Harry were more than happy to take the piss out of Snape, and Snape knew that because I was in his house I would never do anything directly against him for fear of being expelled.

Although I knew there would be no evidence for Snape to use against me I was still quite nervous but the thought of the shit eating grins it would provide the twins gave me enough courage to agree. They always made me happy, it was only fair I do the same for them.

Once it was mildly solidified in our brains we let the conversation drift, topics from quidditch to the worst animal to transfigure as filled up what should’ve been a quite common room at that hour, and never once did I feel bored.

The feeling of someone shaking my shoulders brought me back to reality. I opened my eyes to a rather bright and blurry mess of red around me, quickly shutting them again I groaned, swatting at my attacker. My lazy attempts fell short never actually hitting anyone.

“That was lame.” Hermione laughed.

I opened one eye to glare at her. “Considering I was blind I think they were ferocious.” I shot back.

She laughed again. “Well I don’t know how late you stayed up, but it’s quarter to 9. Breakfast ends at 10.”

“I have so much time, why must you hurt me ‘Mione?” I huffed running a hand down my face.

“Because Saturday is blueberry pancake day!” She said half singing. “Also I figured you would want to shower and get ready before we go to Hogsmede.” I groaned again but I knew she was right. I threw my hands over my face and rubbed my eyes before opening them, this time the brightness nor the redness of the room affected me.

“What would I do without you?” I asked sitting up. Now in a seated position I could see my surroundings. I was laying longways on the couch, a robe sprawled over me like a makeshift blanket. Hermione stood behind me, her hands rested on the armrest that my head was just against.

“Probably dead, due to these two.” I couldn’t see her but I knew she was talking about the twins. I turned my head around and smiled at her.

Squinting around the common room I could see George curled up in a loveseat by the fireplace, he sat sideways, his head against the back of the chair while his arms hugged one of his legs tightly to his chest, his other leg was thrown over the armrest. I giggled at the sight of him in such an unnatural position, it could not be comfortable with his long limbs. I searched the room for Fred. He wasn't in the other seats by the fireplace or the other couch pushed against the wall.

My heart plunged into my stomach at the thought that he went up to his dorm, I wasn’t completely sure why it hurt me so much. It made sense for him to have left, but part of me just felt pained at the fact that George stayed and not him. Of course I liked George but not in the way I liked Fred. George was like a brother to me, he was a best friend. Fred was something more than that, not that he knew, I would never admit it to him much less our friends, but that didn’t stop the longing I felt for him, hoping that he felt the same way too.

Finally I found him and all the doubts I had before were void upon seeing him. He laid on his stomach on the floor next to the couch. One arm under the pillow supporting his head that was facing me and the other thrown across the floor. He didn’t have a blanket on him and his robe wasn’t in sight. His hair was slightly brushed in his face and I had to refrain from leaning down and brushing it out of his eyes. I let out a small laugh realizing he was using the pillow that I threw at George the night before.

Turning around again to Hermione I spoke again. “You’re completely right.” She rolled her eyes with a smile before exiting the common room muttering something about the work she needed to do that day.

I stretched and readjusted, pulling my legs to my chest while figuring the best way to get up without disturbing Fred. I balled up the robe that was laid across me, still trying to figure out how to navigate my way out of the common room.

There was a small space near his arm on the floor, taking it as my best shot to then jump around him. I carefully placed my foot down, making sure not to step on him. Shifting my weight onto that foot I began to move my other leg to go around his back.

Slowly crouching to get some momentum I jumped, but before my foot could even leave the ground a strong arm grabbed my ankle. Taken by surprise I let out a small shriek before falling onto the couch and then sliding onto the floor.

I was met with Fred, smirking at me with half lidded eyes.

“Trying to sneak off with my robe are you?” He said smugly. His voice was deeper and raspier than it usually was and had an immediate effect on my body, my legs weakened and my face burned. I was thanking Merlin I was already sitting and flushed from the fall.

“What are you on about Weasley.” I whisper-yell at him.

He released my ankle, something I hadn’t even noticed he was still holding until I felt uncharacteristically cold where his touch had been only moments ago. He used his now free hand to point at the balled up robes in my arms.

“You did not just make me fall on my arse only to accuse me of stealing my robes!” I whisper yelled again, although a tad louder than last time.

He cocked an eyebrow at me. “Your robes? I wasn’t aware we had joint custody over my clothing Y/L/N, but since you want them so bad I suppose you can keep them, red looks good on you by the way.” He shot me a wink at the end of his remark. His confidence and cockiness just upset me further. Although he was unnervingly annoying I couldn’t help the grin that split onto my face at his own stupidity.

I rolled my eyes and unbunched the robes to show him the green that adorned them, but once they were unrolled I saw the red fabric. My eyes shot wide open, I could feel my eyebrows scrunch together in confusion.

“But…” I couldn’t even form a whole sentence, this didn’t make sense. “You hexxed my robes!” I shot at him. It was the only logical conclusion I had come up to that he had planned this.

The laugh he was holding back erupted from his mouth. His morning voice made it much deeper than his actual laugh. The rings of his laughter normally made my body hot but this was a whole new level.

He didn’t say anything, just brought his hand up to my collar and tugged. Looking down I saw that I was still wearing my robes. Never took them off.

I groaned and threw my face into my hands which only made him laugh harder. He peeled my hands away from my face and held them in his much larger ones. “I would never hex your clothes,” I could feel my face heat up at his words, the genuine tone and the lower octave of his voice sent shockwaves through my whole system. “At least not red, I’d make them purple!” He stuck his tongue out at me and I playfully swatted his shoulder. He knew that was my least favorite color.

I stood up and threw his robes at his face. “See you in the Great Hall.” And with that I grabbed my shoes and walked out as quickly as possible. I could hear him still laughing as I got to the portrait hole but kept going trying to calm down and get the flush off my face, both from our proximity and embarrassment.

I had thrown on my favorite muggle outfit. Going to Hogsmede was a tradition but the excitement was still there which qualified for a little dressing up. It wasn’t anything special, just plain light wash jeans, a white turtleneck and an oversized orange button up I managed to steal from the twins. All pulled together with a little accessorizing I thought I looked rather good.

Walking out of my dorm and into the Slytherin common room there was an evident pep in my step. I was happy but a fool wouldn’t be. Stepping towards the exit of the common room someone just had to ruin my fun.

“Not going out with the Weasels again are you Y/L/N?” Draco drawls. Turning I see him snickering with Crabbe and Goyle before standing and waltzing up to me, arrogant as ever.

“What is it to you Malfoy?” I spit at him. I was not going to let him ruin today.

“Well you got so pretty today, Weasleys do not know how to appreciate such expensive things, they can’t afford them, how would they know how to? You deserve someone who knows how and can express their appreciation in equally expensive ways.” He laughed out. He lifted his hand to caress my cheek. His touch made me cringe, his hands were cold and his demeanor was uninviting. Everything about him made me recoil.

I grabbed his wrist and threw his hand down. “I hope you don’t mean someone like yourself Malfoy. I’m not sure how you even know how to use a hand like that, it looks as though it hasn’t done a day of work in its life. Is that something you are really proud of?” I threw my words at him like daggers. Steam rolling off of me. I could see him change under my glare, his confidence shrank and his anger grew, his relaxed expression was soon replaced by his snarl he adorned everywhere Harry was near, his back stiffened and his fists balled up.

“Never, touch me again Malfoy.” I turned on my heel and stormed out. Before reaching the exit I thought of something though.

“Future advice,” I turned again so I was facing him. He hadn’t moved and still looked at me venomously as before. He lifted an eyebrow at my comment, urging me to go on. “Money can’t buy consent.”

His face darkened and I had to turn quickly to stop myself from all out laughing at him. I’m sure that if I stayed I could have watched him have his temper tantrum but frankly I wasn’t interested. My interest laid with the redhead waiting for me at the doors of the Great Hall. The same one who smiled at me as I walked up to him and poured my juice for me when we sat down. Fred Weasley had me totally, inconceivably, and utterly smitten, and I was completely ok with it. The harder I fell the sweeter it would feel when he caught me.

Or I hoped.

#fred and george #fred weasley #fred weasley x reader #harry potter #weasleys wizard wheezes #george weasley fluff #fred weasley fanfiction #the weasly twins #fred weasley fluff #fred wealsey fic #harry potter characters #harry potter fanfiction

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olivia-anderson-fanfic · 4 years ago

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A Miraculous TikTok Account

Part 35

First

Ladybug sighed as she fell back on her bed with a cup of water instead of coffee for once.

Not because she wasn’t going to stay up or anything, it was already around 3 what’s the point of sleeping at that point, but because she’d cried herself out with Chat. She did little curl-ups occasionally so she could actually swallow. (Should she just sit up and make things easier on herself? Yes. Will she? No.)

Ugh. Stupid emotions. How was she supposed to kill Chat now? When she’d thought it was just because he’d needed a distraction she’d been able to feel angry because there were plenty of ways to do that without getting her involved, but now that she knew it was also because he related and didn’t want her to suffer the same way he did…

She groaned and threw her now-empty plastic cup at the wall. It bounced off and then rolled across the ground lamely. Stupid cup. Stupid feelings.

She clicked her tongue irritably and glared at the ceiling.

Her trap door opened and she blinked, looking over to see… Chloe?

“Aren’t you usually asleep right now?”

“I was,” said Chloe, rubbing her eyes with a scowl. She pulled off her mask to actually get the desired effect, and then lazily tossed it onto a chair. She walked over and picked up the cup. “This woke me up.”

A blush spread across her face. “Oh. Sorry.”

“It’s too late, now,” said Chloe with a vague wave of her hand. She set the cup down on a rare empty surface and then took a seat on the bed beside her. “So, how’d things go with Chat?”

“... good,” said Ladybug, pulling her gaze back to the ceiling. “I feel like an asshole, now.”

“Kinda were one.”

“Fuck you.”

She winked. “I mean, if you’re offering, --.”

She pushed her off the bed and Chloe laughed as she hit the floor. Ladybug found that she was smiling despite herself and she had to school her expression back into a scowl. Chloe stood back up and stretched, then attempted to sit back down on the bed. She went starfish to prevent this.

Chloe scoffed. “Really?”

“You’ve lost bed privileges.”

“Hm,” she said, unimpressed.

Ladybug clicked her tongue once but pulled her knees up to let her sit at the end of the bed.

“Anyways, have you got everything out of your system?”

She nodded slightly, and then yawned into her hand. Her choice of water was beginning to catch up to her. Damn.

Chloe smiled. “Good. What’re you going to do about your identity, now?”

“Probably ignore the video. People will either think it was a fluke or just kinda forget about it. Hopefully.”

The smile disappeared and the blonde scrutinized her for a few moments. “You’re really dumb for a smart person, you know that?” Suddenly, her face lit up again. “Actually, that reminds me of something.”

Ladybug watched in confused silence as she pulled out her phone and pushed a few buttons.

And then her phone screen lit up. She blinked and picked it up.

TikTok?

She clicked the notification and pulled up the new video on Chloe’s account.

It showed Carapace, Ladybug, and Rena in the living room. None of them seemed completely there in one way or another, and the coffee machine had been dragged out to sit on the table for easy access.

Ladybug was practically vibrating on the couch, struggling to bring a cup of coffee to her lips without spilling any.

Carapace was laying across the armchair that was pretty much his at this point, eyes glazed over.

Rena was apparently giving a lecture… or, at least, that’s what she thought she was doing. She was babbling, mostly incoherent, pointing at the conspiracy board -- this must have been taken before Hawkmoth had come and destroyed the house -- and occasionally moving on to the next point.

It was unclear whether Carapace and Ladybug actually understood what she was saying somehow because their mutual sleep-deprived-ness made them all get on the same wavelength (think how babies understand each other despite speaking no real words) or were just nodding along but, either way, Rena definitely had their attention.

Rena pointed very aggressively and the camera zoomed in on the words ‘Rich Bitch’. Ladybug raised her hand and said something in the weird Simlish they had managed to create. The fox holder nodded thoughtfully and then, after procuring a marker, she changed the word ‘Bitch’ to ‘Has anyone asked Hawkmoth for their preferred pronouns?’.

Carapace said something.

Rena crossed that out and then wrote ‘Fuckface McPeopleKiller’.

The three nodded at this and they went back to the lecture.

“What the heck?” Whispered a voice. The camera panned to where Chat was standing in the doorway with a confused and slightly concerned expression.

Then it panned again to Chloe, who looked almost bored. “The smartest of Paris’s heroes, everyone.”

The video ended.

Ladybug glared at Chloe. “C’mon, really?”

“Chat’s right, you should at least be honest that it’s not you. Film a video about it, talk about it and address it, then continue what you’re doing. At least then you won’t have to stress out as much about messing up.”

She crossed her arms.

“Also, I said that I was going to upload a video when someone messed up and revealed the truth. Someone did that, so I did. I’m a woman of my word.”

Ladybug rolled her eyes. “Mhmm.”

There was a silent staredown that lasted a whole five seconds before Ladybug broke eye contact to glare at the ceiling.

She clicked her tongue. “You’re not going to let it go, are you?”

“No. And I’m sure Carapace would prefer it, too, since he won’t have to edit around your actual personality anymore.”

For whatever reason, Ladybug wasn’t as angry as she should have been. Maybe she was just tired from the lack of coffee, maybe the stuff with Chat had been enough for her to relax for the time being, or maybe it was because it was Chloe of all people. Who knows. Certainly not her.

“Fiiiiiine,” she groaned. She shooed her out and told her to go to sleep. Then she picked up her phone.

The video opened up relatively close to her face.

“Hello, everyone! It’s me! Different content than usual, but it’ll go back to normal tomorrow.”

She cleared her throat awkwardly. “Right, if you’re not Parisian, you probably don’t know but I… do cosplay.” She stepped back to reveal her outfit. “I made this, it’s a spin on a magical girl. Original character. Cool, right?”

“Anyways, that’s really all you’ll care about, I think. The rest of the video won’t make much sense to you. You can leave.”

She bobbed her head absently for a few moments, as if listening to a song, and then shrugged. “Are they gone now? Probably. Anyways, a few of you might have noticed that my friends have uploaded some content that… shows me acting in a way you’re not used to, and I’m here to address it.”

“Firstly, yes, I behave differently at home than I do in front of you guys. I have a persona that I lean into for work. The others do the same. Don’t be surprised if you see us acting differently in videos than we do while on the job.”

“Secondly, I actually don’t dress like this all the time.” She snapped and the video cut, and suddenly she was wearing a light pink crop top and pale jeans. She smiled and held up a peace sign to the camera. “I wear things other than red and black! Stunning, I know. Do wear the colors pretty often, though, they compliment my skin tone.”

“Thirdly… a lot of you guessed it, but I figured I’d confirm it since I’m being honest with you guys today.” She blushed a little and brought her legs up to show off her cuffed jeans. “I’m bi.”

“And, lastly, I swear. A lot. Easier to express myself that way.”

“Think that’s all you guys will really care about.”

There was about a second where she considered that, then shrugged.

“Right, you’re all probably wondering what’ll happen now. Well, nothing will change for you guys. This account won’t be changing and neither will the way I act in public. I just came here to publicly address everything because I didn’t want to be hounded by the media about it.”

She flashed finger guns at the camera. “Right. Bye!”

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icollectyoursins · 4 years ago

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Kitsune!Kakyoin nsfw

Anon asked for “ I can only think of Kitsune Kakyoin-... Oooh, spicy for Kakyoin.”

Yesss. Little bit of trickery, little bit of cute fluffy tails? We love that. Writing this game me so much serotonin. It also took a lot of words and time, so I hope you enjoy.

I learned a lot about kitsunes while writing this, but the things that come into play are tails and human forms/magic/”paranormal abilities.” From what I’ve read, they only have 9 tails if they’re over 1,000. They gain 1 tail after 100 years which is around the same time that they get their ✨magic✨. Though there are some sources that say they get their abilities after 50, I’m going with the typical 100. That being said, Kakyoin has 2 tails, making him 200ish. The more you know!

Also, I am aware his name is Noriaki, but I’m used to the sub anime where last names come first, so that’s how I wrote it. Also, everyone called him Kakyoin and that’s what I’m used to.

Your family had always warned you about the trickster who lived in the woods by your town. Your friends, however, thought it would be funny to try and mess with said trickster spirit which, after a mess of rituals and a little bit of drinking on your friend’s side, you got lost. Suddenly, you find yourself face to face with a rather handsome trickster, who is willing to help, for a price.

Have a character, but no idea? Prompt list here!

Looking for more? Master post here!

WARNINGS: “dream” sex, light stalking, grandma’s talking about things that live in the woods that can probably kill you, deals with things you probably shouldn’t make deals with, sexy deals, claws, making out, marking/hickies, nipple play, cunnilingus, fingering, marking with teeth, knotting, breeding, creampie.

Word Count: 3121

The soft ground littered with leaves and branches crunches beneath your feet. The air was starting to cool as the night approached. Damn it. Where the hell were your friends? You had come out here for a little fun, maybe some spooky stories, maybe a round of truth or dare, but things got a little out of hand and suddenly, you were being dared to walk through the woods in the middle of the night to try to find the so-called trickster spirit, the Kitsune.

None of your friends believed in it, but you did. A few years ago, you saw him standing at the edge of the forest, deep violet eyes staring into your soul as you walked by him. His red hair curled around his face, framing it. He was wearing a long green coat with matching pants, two long tails swishing behind him. The contrast of his red fur on the green of the forest was beautiful. You wanted to go to him then, touch his face and hold him. Thank god your friends stopped you, nudging out of your fantasy. But then came the dreams.

Dreams of him crawling into your bed oh, so sweetly, curling himself around you and kissing every mark on your body. Dreams of him rolling you over, trailing his lips across your shoulder, down your sternum, down your stomach until he met with your sweet honey pot, already wet and waiting for him. He'd fill you until you thought you were going to burst. Over and over again, he’d mark you skin lightly, claws digging into your flesh. He was always gentle with you, careful, but there was something in his eyes that read dangerous. He would always reassure you, regardless of that stare.

Such sweet dreams he gave you and yet you were afraid. You had overheard your grandmother talking about what the trickster would do if he caught you. You would be his slave. Just a little puppet for him to capture more people with. You would never feel his touch again. The body would ache and burn, screaming in pain until he gave you even the smallest of caresses, then he would leave again. The pain would be worse than before until finally, when he never came back, you would die of natural causes or kill yourself. He seduces his victims, gives them a taste of what they want, then leaves them in the woods, searching for him until they died. You would never go into the woods again.

Until now. Here you were, completing some kind of stupid prophecy, hoping you wouldn't see him again. You would just turn around, find your friends again and that would be the end of it. Though, you couldn't deny the little tingle; that tiny sliver of hope that he would show up. That he would smile and take you into his arms, vowing to never leave you. Ugh, you needed to get laid. This was just your horniness talking. Right?

You rested against a tree, catching your breath. You had been walking for longer than you anticipated. What did they even dare you with, anyway? A walk in the woods seemed kind of lame.

*/CRACK/*

A loud snap over your shoulder made you turn around quickly. Your eyes scanned the tree line for anything dangerous. There was nothing, but that didn’t start your heart from pounding. If anything, it made it worse. Maybe a walk in the woods wasn’t lame after all. You checked your phone. It was almost dead and your friends made no effort to make sure you were okay.

Unbeknownst to you, there was something there. Well, someone. A certain trickster who had been waiting for this day since he saw you. His name was Kakyoin Noriaki, not that you would know that, but he would tell you eventually. He knew about every “dream” you had about him, knew every inch of your body, every freckle. But, late night visits weren’t enough for him anymore. He wanted you to be his. Actually his, not just a feast for when he felt lonely.

Everything was ready for you. He had gotten your favourite teas, coffees, drinks. The decor was suited to your tastes and colours. All he was missing was you. There were many days leading up to this where he would sit in his bed, imagining your weight next to him and your warmth. It all made him feel so lonely, yet so... satisfied. How could you say no to this?

Of course, the final decision would be up to you but he wasn’t going to make it easy. Charm would do most of the work gaining your trust, but some magic wouldn’t hurt, right?

You strode around the forest, completely unaware of what he has set up. After all, it was his idea to dare you to go for a walk through your fear. Mimicking your friend’s voice was easy and everyone else was inebriated enough to agree. All he had to do was wait for you to get a little closer to his den and he’d reveal himself to you.

You continued to walk aimlessly, hoping you would be able to find your way back by sheer luck. The light was starting to fade and it was getting colder. You swore, if your friends didn’t find you before you froze to death it would be the last time they ever-

A small log cabin that you are fairly sure had never been there before broke you from your thoughts. A plume of smoke billowed from the chimney. Please, let who ever lived here be nice enough to let you in. You approached the door, tentatively knocking on it. There was shuffling on the other side, then it was opened. The person was tall, slender with red hair framing their face...

You couldn’t believe your eyes. It was him! Really him! So many emotions flooded your senses. Should you run or go in? Would baring the cold be safer than a night with your sweet trickster? Does he know about the dreams? No, he couldn’t!

“Is everything alright?” His voice rang through your ears pleasantly.

“Yeah, yeah uh... I’m fine,” you stuttered, taking in a breath to calm yourself.

“Would you like to come in? It’s freezing out there.” His smooth voice had you weak. You nodded your head, carefully walking in. The smell of the house made you dizzy in the best way possible. A sweet, rich fragrance filled your nose, your favourite scent, actually. You didn’t notice, but he was watching your reactions, making sure you liked everything he had done for you. He found himself staring at you too long, entranced by your beauty. “Would you like a blanket or something to warm you up? A drink, perhaps?”

You turned around, holding your arms to keep you warm. “Yes, please, thank you.” He smiled at you, walking to what you assume was the bedroom, returning with a large, fuzzy blanket which he then wrapped around you. Then, he went to work preparing you some hot chocolate.

“My name is Kakyoin Noriaki, thought most call me Kakyoin,” he says next to your shoulder, handing you the mug. You’re lead to a very comfortable couch that you just melted into. You weren’t even aware of Kakyoin wrapping the blanket around you more as he sat next to you or the way he leaned in a little too close to you.

“I’m (Y/N),” you said, taking a small sip of the hot chocolate. You looked around the room. It wasn’t very big. Kitchen in one corner, living room in another, bathroom, bedroom. The basics. All of the decor matched with what your idea of your dream house was. Cozy. Maybe you should ask where he got everything from.

“Why are you here?” He asked. “I don’t usually get visitors, pardon my suspicion. Did something happen? Are you lost?”

“Yeah, uh,” you thought for a minute, trying to word this in a way that wouldn’t be offensive. “My friends thought it would be funny to dare me to walk into the woods.”

His face scrunched up in false confusion, not that you noticed. “Why would they do that?”

“I’m uh... afraid of them.”

Kakyoin was quiet for a minute. That’s not what he wanted to hear, though he sort of understood why. He didn’t want you to be afraid, he wanted you to be safe. With him. No one else. Just him. “Why?”

“It’s a... long story.” He hummed in response, not wanting to push you further despite knowing why you were so afraid. After a few minutes of warming up, he spoke up again, as gently as he could be.

“May I... touch you?” You shot him a shocked look. What did he mean touch you? “Your hair looks so soft.”

“Oh, um, sure. I guess?” Just your hair, that was fine, right? He hasn’t given you a reason to not trust him and you couldn’t deny that those dreams you had made you want him in the most carnal way possible. His fingers delicately brushed through your hair in a way that was almost soothing to you. You sighed, relaxing into his touch. His heart skipped a beat. You were so close.

“(Y/N)... I know where your friends are.” You turned to look at him, surprised. “I can lead you to them, but... I have a request.” Kakyoin took the mug from your hands and then grabbed your hands softly, looking you in the eyes. “Stay with me. For one night. Stay here for one night and then you can leave.”

You go to protest, but are stopped. “I know how much you dream about me, (Y/N) and I will admit that I often dream about you in the same way. Don’t try to deny it. Look at me, please.” You did, staring into his soft blue/violet eyes, finding yourself drawn into them, enraptured by their beauty. The next words he says are slow and soothing. “I do not wish to hurt you or hold you against your will. I only want one night. You may leave when you wish.” If you wish, he thought.

Your body moves on it’s own, leaning into him, faces getting closer and closer until finally, you were able to touch his lips. Or, you would have, if he hadn’t lifted a clawed finger to your mouth, holding you there. You had half a mind to question if you had noticed claws before, but didn’t really care. As much as he wanted to kiss you, he needed your words; your permission. He slid his hand to your cheek, cupping it sweetly.

“I want to hear you say yes, (Y/N),” he whispers, low and soft. He hadn’t even realized that he’d dropped his magic keeping his form relatively human. Red ears peek out from his hair and his tails unfurled from under his green top. It was hard for him to hold back a low growl as you leaned into his touch, cheeks growing hot. So, so close.

“Yes,” you said dreamily. “Yeah, I’ll stay with you, Kakyoin.” He let out a needy sigh. Finally, yes. Instantly, he pulled you into an aggressive kiss, teeth biting at your lower lip, then smothering you. You slowly lied down as he crawled over you. You noticed his ears then, reaching a hand up to touch them. They flicked at the feeling, but soon he was leaning into your hand, breathing heavily; needy.

His eyes locked with yours, then he dove in for a kiss, easily slipping his tongue into your mouth, exploring the new area. You moaned, lightly sucking on the smooth appendage. Sharp claws dug into the cushions to keep from harming you. Your arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him closer until his body was pressed against yours. Still caught up in the kiss, he ground his hips into you relishing in the way you moan around his tongue.

Kakyoin breaks the kiss, moving towards your neck and marking you with deep purple marks down your neck. You arch up into him, crying out. The feel of his lips on your pulse drives your lust into over drive, matching his thrusts with your clothed sex. He growls, sharp canines grazing where your shoulder meets your neck.

“I need you,” his voice is strained, clearly holding back.

You kiss his cheek then whisper: “Then, take me, Kakyoin.”

That was his tipping point. In an instant, his claws were ripping your clothes starting with the top and under garment. He discards the torn cloth, replacing it with his hands, moulding over your mounts, squeezing and pinching your nipples. You could feel him getting harder, as if he wasn’t already hard enough. You were shocked that there was more to it, but it was not entirely unwelcome. You’re drawn out of your fantasizing when his tongue flicked your nipple, then his warm mouth wrapping around it.

“Ah!~” You clawed your hands through his hair which he seemed to like because his sucking became more enthusiastic. You tit was thoroughly bruised when he was finished, pulling off with a loud pop before moving onto the next one. Meanwhile, one of his hands was moving towards your lower half, nimbly tearing a line down, then tossing that away, breaking away from your breast for a moment then returning again.

Kakyoin’s fingers dipped into your already soaked labia, feeling their way up and down your sweet entrance. You rocked your hips into them, encouraging him to do more. He pulled his lips away from your nipple again, making eye contact with you while making his way down to your folds. His eyes rolled back into his head as his tongue flicked out to taste your slick. He had waited so long for this, having only his memories of pleasing you to keep him sated, but now he finally had you. And he was going to milk you for every drop you had.

Lips wrapped around your clit as his finger teased your entrance, just barely entering you. He alternated between sucking your clit and leaving long, hard licks along your whole slit. Eyes flicked to yours again as he delved his tongue into you, relishing the way you keened, hips jerking up, wanting him to go deeper. Had he been in a different mood, he would have denied you that, but all he wanted was to devour you.

Over and over again, he dove his tongue into you adding his fingers which gently dipped into you. You could feel your orgasm growing closer, movements becoming less and less controlled. Kakyoin watched with adoration as your face grew more red contorting with pleasure. Your voice was gradually getting higher in pitch until you finally let out a high cry with your release hips lifting off the couch as you gushed onto his face and cushions.

He came up with, surprisingly, an even hungrier stare than before. Something feral flickered in him as he threw off his clothes, jumping back onto your body, attacking your neck more with his teeth. You couldn’t help arching into him again as he dug his canines into your shoulder, marking you. His member pulsed between your legs. You reached a hand down to stroke making him gasp and groan. He couldn’t wait anymore.

Without moving his head, the tip of his cock caught your entrance. He waited until you had taken a breath to prepare yourself, then crashed his pelvis into yours, filling you in one thrust. The feeling left your breathless, mouth hanging slack with ecstasy.

“I missed this,” he thought aloud, not even noticing he’d said anything. You did though and you were confused.

“What?” You said groggily.

“Nothing, don’t worry about it.” With that he started to get into a rhythm which made you forget everything, just completely head over heels with lust. You voice started climbing again, getting higher with each time his tip his the furthest part of your cunt. Kakyoin’s lips continued to attack your neck, being sure to leave dark marks that would last for weeks. He grunted with each hard thrust.

You couldn’t do anything other than hold on while he brought you closer to your second release. There was something growing at the base of his cock, pushing against your entrance. He growled in your ear: “~nnn gonna knot you. Aaahmmm~ need to breed you.”

Knot? Uh, what? You screamed as he pressed the bulb into your pussy slowly. The protrusion made your orgasm wash over you quicker than anticipated making you gush over his cock again. He leaned back, watching your face, checking in to make sure you were okay. When it became too much for you, he pulled back, letting you breathe, then trying again. He got further in this time, then pulled back.

The process repeated until you were sufficiently stretched open for him. With one final sweet kiss on your forehead, he pushed his entire knot inside you. Even with all the prep, nothing prepared you for the full feeling he left. He gave a few small, desperate thrusts and then came, loose, spilling his seed inside you leaving you feeling hot, warm and utterly used.

The world around you was fuzzy as he kissed your face, slowly bringing you back to consciousness. His knot was still inside you, feeling larger than before. Kakyoin wrapped his arms around you, then pulled you up with him so you were sitting on his lap. He rubbed your back, soothing you. Every minute movement either one of you made pushed his bulge around making you whimper.

“Do you want to leave, (Y/N)?” He asked, knowing full well that his mark, pooling with his magic, would confuse your mind into staying with him more than having you feel better than ever before. Like he said, if you really didn’t want to stay, the magic couldn’t stop you from leaving, but it would act as more of a nudge towards his desired outcome.

“Uunhh~ No, I’ll stayyyaaahh!~” His hips gently gyrated into you a few more times causing you to brokenly scream.

“Good, I’m glad.” He kissed your temple, silently pleased with himself. Kakyoin felt you slowly falling to sleep on his chest. You could take all the time to rest now, he had all the time in the world to make sure you were full of his pups if this session hadn’t worked. He chuckled quietly to himself. The dreams of you swelling with his offspring would finally be real. His cock twitched again. Hopefully you would be ready for more rounds after you woke up from this one. He was nowhere near done tonight.

#do you ever just write 3000+ words of smut?#because I sure do #kakyoin noriaki n/s/f/w #kakyoin noriaki not sfw #Noriaki kakyoin n/s/f/w #noriaki kakyoin not sfw #kakyoin not sfw #kakyoin n/s/f/w #Kitsune!kakyoin not sfw #kitsine!kakyoin n/s/f/w #kitsune not sfw #kitsune n/s/f/w #kakyoin prompts #monster prompts #not sfw

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quickspinner · 4 years ago

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Month of Miracles Day 13 - Smells of the season

Speaking of smells, I would just like to say I do appreciate the irony of this after I wrote Marinette getting so upset about Luka smelling like evergreen. Just to reiterate I have no problem with anyone deciding that Luka smells like evergreen, it was just narratively convenient (I do always write him with the sunscreen smell, but begrudge no one else their own hc).

Find the prompt list here!

Marinette set a box of carefully decorated (with the icing completely set this time) cookies in the passenger seat, and then got in her grandmother’s classic car and started it up with a slight sigh of trepidation. Gina wasn’t really the type to get attached to things, so she wasn’t precisely worried about hurting the car, but it still made her nervous. She didn’t own a car herself and she didn’t drive often, but the Couffaine’s tree farm was far enough away that she needed the car.

She’d been driving it the first time she went, too, when she’d met Luka.

Maybe the car wasn’t the only reason she was nervous, she admitted to herself as she pulled out of the drive. She didn’t want him to think she was pursuing him, not like Rose clearly wanted, but Marinette felt bad about all the uncharitable thoughts she’d had about him when they first met. Sure, he’d been short with her, but...now that she knew him a little better, he was sweet and funny and kind, and no matter how weird things got he always seemed willing to laugh it off and make her feel comfortable again.

So maybe this was a little bit peace offering, and a little bit of an excuse to see him again, and a little bit craving for more of that comfortable feeling.

Or maybe it was just that she didn’t have that many people to give cookies to. It didn’t have to be that deep, did it? Luka was a friend. Right? They were friends after they had lunch together, weren’t they? So it wasn’t weird to bring him cookies and she didn’t have to think so hard about it. It seemed like a small town thing to do anyway, people probably did it all the time. Besides, he was probably busy. She could just leave the cookies and maybe say hi and then leave.

The trees were planted in staggered rows on a hill that sloped up to the farmhouse at the top, with a small parking area at the bottom of the hill. Marinette had expected to go up the hill to the house, but as she approached she saw Luka in the parking lot, helping a customer heave a tree on top of their van, so she pulled in there instead. Marinette grabbed her box of cookies and got out of the car, but Luka was still getting the tree tied down. She decided to wait until he was finished before trying to get his attention, and leaned against the car, inhaling the scents of evergreen and fresh snow. Way better than a candle, she thought. Colder though.

Luka was smiling and joking with the thin man he was helping, who held the hand of a little girl with pigtails. His hands were bare again, she noted with a frown. Wasn’t he cold? Even so, he looked relaxed and content, and Marinette felt a stab of both envy and confusion. She was glad he was happy, of course, but she didn’t understand how he could give up his dream and still look so satisfied with life all the time. The only times she’d seen him tense or unhappy was when she brought up his old life.

She watched him shake hands with the man and then he turned towards her with a grin. Stupidly, Marinette felt a flush climbing her cheeks. Ugh, her stupid face was so embarrassing. It was just a smile, for pity’s sake.

Still, she felt antsy as she gave him a little wave.

“Nice to see you,” Luka chuckled. “Don’t tell me you need another tree.”

Marinette laughed. “No, I just came to see you.” She barely kept herself from clapping a hand over her mouth as Luka’s eyes widened slightly and a faint color touched his cheeks. “I mean, I wanted to bring you these,” Marinette said quickly, handing him the box of cookies. “I didn’t think it was really fair that you had to smell them the whole time you were there and yet you only got the one, especially after, you know, you came all the way out there and did all that work and—” Stop babbling! she mentally shrieked. “Here you go.”

Luka grinned, accepting the box. “You didn’t need to, but I haven’t stopped thinking about the one you gave me since I ate it, so I’ll take them.” He popped the box open and grabbed one, taking a bite. “So good,” he mumbled as Marinette giggled. “Best ever.” He stuck the cookie between his teeth to close the box and then took another bite. “Don’t tell Sally though. She still has the best coffee in town and I don’t want her mad at me.”

“I’m glad you like them,” Marinette replied, trying to contain her grin. It felt good to do something right. “Well, you’re working, so I don’t want to keep you.” Then, because she couldn’t help herself, she added, “Shouldn’t you be wearing gloves? Isn’t it hard on your hands without them?”

Luka shrugged. “I have trouble finding gloves that fit. Big hands.” He held one up and wiggled his long fingers, “And I’m picky about the way they feel. Drives me crazy to have gloves that don’t fit exactly right.”

“But your music,” Marinette protested, and then felt that familiar but unwelcome rush of awkward embarrassment. “I mean. I know you stopped with the music, so maybe it doesn’t matter that much, but I just...wish you’d take better care of yourself,” she finished lamely, once again wishing to sink into the ground.

Luka regarded her for a moment. “I never said I stopped,” he said at last.

Marinette blinked. “S-sorry?”

“I didn’t stop making music,” Luka clarified. “I can’t. It’s just...part of me I guess. I don’t think I could quit if I wanted to. I never did want to quit, though, just do it differently.” He seemed to hesitate, looking for words. “There’s a difference between sharing and selling,” Luka said finally. “And at some point it became all about the selling and...I just can’t live like that. I want people to hear my music; I want to get paid for it. But...not like that. Not like I’m part of some manufacturing machine, where they take what I make and turn it into something marketable. Am I making sense?”

“Not really,” Marinette admitted. That was what she wanted, after all. To get her clothes out there and on people. As far as she was concerned, Luka had given up the dream she was working for, and try as she might...she couldn’t understand how he could give all that up.

Luka sighed, clearly disappointed, and looked away. Marinette fidgeted, feeling like she had failed some kind of test.

“Tell you what,” Luka said, after staring up the hill towards the house for a long moment, “Why don’t you join us for dinner tomorrow night? Mom’s going out for the night, and Rose is coming over, so she and Juleka will go off and do their own thing after dinner. I’d like to show you something that might help you understand.”

“Oh,” Marinette’s face heated. “It’s not really necessary...I wouldn’t want to impose for such a silly reason…”

Luka shrugged. “I’m cooking so the only person you’d be imposing on is me, and obviously I think your company’s worth it or I wouldn’t be asking. No pressure, though, if you’d rather not. It’s just...if you really want to know why I quit, I think it would help if you came.”

Did she want to know? Why did she care so much? She should say no. It was really none of her business. Marinette opened her mouth, but paused. For a moment she wavered, and then gave him a slightly forced smile. “Well…sure. That’s kind of you. Thank you.” She hesitated again, already half regretting it. “You don’t...you don’t have to explain it to me, though. It doesn’t matter if I understand, as long as you do.”

“I know,” Luka said, and his warm smile was unexpectedly soft. “I’d like for you to understand, though. So...I’ll see you tomorrow? Around seven?” He popped the last bit of cookie in his mouth and then reached down to open the car door for her.

“Okay, sure,” Marinette said, and her smile was a little less forced. “I’ll see you then.”

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thekitteninlove · 3 years ago

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Alright, here's another fanfic. I said that Dalim should get a better present for his birthday, so i gave him one. I wrote this to celebrate his birthday and to make him rip my clothes off and devour me. I guess this could be a reader insert too. Enjoy~

Characters: Dalim/ Dum Tweedle x reader

Rating: R 18+

I was lying on my bed, trying to decide what present I could give to Dalim. That guy seems to be a sex addict, so I’m sure he’d like it if i made love to him as a birthday present. But his fans think the same thing. He’ll most likely get an orgy for his birthday. Why does the thought of that makes me so annoyed? Am I jealous? I think I might have a crush on him. Ugh, if only he wasn’t such a womanizer. Never mind that, I need to think of a present. I want to give him something unique. Oh, I heard he likes poems. I could buy him a poetry book or… write him a poem. If I make it myself the present should be more meaningful. But I haven’t wrote one since… I don’t know. It’s been years since I last made one. I know I wrote some poems when I was in school. I could give it a try and make a short one. I went to my desk, grabbed a paper and a pen and started to think of some ideas. When writing poetry one needs to respect some rules. I still remember some of them, so I can write a decent poem. I thought of Dalim. What comes to mind when thinking of him? What does he remind me of? Wolves, the moon, shadows, night, the darkness… hmm… I need to make it rhyme. Let’s see… ugh, I need to rearrange this line. Wolf rhymes with only a few words and none of them are suitable for this poem. A little while later I finally finished writing the poem. I reread it. Hmm… it sounds fine. I shouldn’t expect my poem to rival the ones made by those famous poets. Also, uh… I meant to write a love poem, but this is… an erotic poem? Damn. Since he’s a pervert I’m sure he’ll like it though. We’re one of a kind after all. It sure sounds better and more perverted than my earlier works. If I keep writing poems maybe I’ll become a perverted poet, but that’s not one of my life goals. Now all I have to do is put it in a nice envelope and that’s it. But wait, I don’t think this is enough for a birthday present. What else could I give him? Oh, I know what. But if I want to do that maybe I should invite him over. His birthday is tomorrow, so I should go to his tavern tonight to invite him.

After a few hours, I got dressed and went to the pub. When I arrived the place was already lively. I caught sight of him at the bar, serving drinks, so I started to make my way towards him. He noticed me and waved me over. “Hey, Dum, are you busy right now?” I asked him. I didn’t use his real name since he wanted to keep a secret that he was a disciple of magic.

“Hi, princess, I always have time for you” he said with a smile that would steal a girl’s heart in less than a second

“I just want to ask you if you could come over to my place tomorrow.” I was worried that he might turn down my invitation and ruin my plans.

“You sure, princess?” he was grinning “you know how wicked I am. It’s dangerous to be alone with me.”

I know he wasn’t a completely bad person. He has helped me numerous times. “That’s fine. I want to give you a present”

He looked surprised. “A present? You don’t have to do that. Not for someone like me.”

“But I want to because I care about you. I also want to show my gratitude for all the times you’ve helped me”

He seemed to think it over. “Well… if you insist, but… why do I have to go to your place to get it?” he was smirking now “what kind of present do you have for me?”

“It’s a secret” I want to surprise him and… I don’t want to risk being overheard. That’d be embarrassing.

“Hmm… then I look forward to it” He smiled at me “Do you want to order something now?”

“Oh, yes. Um…” there were so many choices, I don’t know what to choose. “Do you have any recommendations?”

“You should try this one out. It’s a new drink I came up with myself. I want to hear what you think of it”

“Alright, then I want this one” I finally made up my mind

“Coming right up” he said as he went to prepare my order

Since he was busy we didn’t have the chance to talk much, but we’d have the opportunity to talk more the next day.

He was bound to arrive any moment now. I was a bit hesitant about doing this at first. I’ve never worn a white sexy bunny suit. Do I look good in this? I hope so. I heard a knock at the door. I took a deep breath to calm myself. I hope that’s Dalim, not just the mailman or the neighbor or someone else. I’d be really embarrassed if they saw me like this. I went to open the door and saw his shocked face.

“Happy Birthday, Dalim!”

“Princess” he was grinning at me “are you trying to tempt me?”

“Maybe” I smiled coyly at him “This is your present” I handed him the envelope with the poem in it. “I wrote a poem for you. I know you like them”

“Thank you” He took it from my hand

“Oh, and you can come on in and make yourself comfortable”

After we settled on the sofa, he opened the envelope and began to read the poem.

“Your dark grey eyes the color of the moon

Entrance me and make me swoon

Sweet words are stealing my heart away

Making me think about you night and day

You’re the wolf and I’m your prey

But with you I want to play

Lying in wait and hiding in the shadows

Will you jump and tear off my clothes?

Warned have I been about your dangerous mind

But with rope my body I want you to bind

You can play with me and eat me

My heart is yours, so I won’t flee”

OMG, he’s reading my lame poem out loud. I felt my cheeks growing hotter. Is he doing this to tease me?

He was smirking at me. “Do you want me to do this to you?”

“Um, i…” I need to get a hold of myself. He’s teasing me too much! I got up from the sofa and said “H-how about we play a game? If you can catch me in 3 minutes you’ll get a reward”

“In only 3 minutes? Alright, princess, I’ll do my best. Oh, but what’s the reward?”

“The loser will do whatever the winner wants”

“Sounds good. I already know what I want from you”

Uh-oh, I think I know what he has in store for me if I don’t win. “Alright, let’s start” I quickly moved away from the sofa and run to the kitchen. There was a table in the middle. I went around it and stopped. He was across from me.

“You look so delicious, my bunny” He took a few steps to the right and I took a few steps to the left. “Should I eat you here in the kitchen, on the table or should I have my lunch in bed?”

My heart is beating wildly and it’s not only because of the running. I also feel… excited. I’m having fun. I darted towards the bedroom. I could hear him chasing me. I was being hunted by the wolf. He was closing in on me. I bet he can be faster than this. He was just toying with me. Oh no, I’ll get caught. He grabbed one of my arms and pulled me towards him. Then he wrapped his arms around my waist, pressing my back against him.

He whispered in my ear “I caught the bunny. Now I will get my reward”. Then he tore my clothes off, leaving me in only my white thigh high socks and bunny ears.

Whoa! I certainly didn’t expect that. I mean, I did mention this in the poem, but to think he’ll actually do this…

“I won’t hold back this time.” He said and started kissing my neck, while one of his hands was playing with my nipple and the other was traveling down my stomach. “I’ll devour you” he said in a voice that reminded me of a hungry wolf. Then he took me in his arms and carried me to the bed. He placed me on it and said “I’ve decided, I’ll have my lunch in bed”. He moved on top of me and placed his arms on either side of me. The room was dimly lit because of the curtains that blocked out the light from outside. He was looking at me as if I was a delicacy. He leaned forward and bit my neck. I let out a gasp. “I told you not to get close to me, yet you tempt me like this…” He began to lick my neck again.

Feeling his hot tongue on me made my heart race in my chest and my body temperature increase. He did warn me and I know he’s a bad man. I’ve seen it. He did horrible things under Amon’s command, but for some reason I still feel attracted to him. I just can’t forget all the things he’s done for me. He was always there when I needed help. But knowing about the atrocities he’s committed makes me feel guilty about liking him like this. It’s like saying ‘I don’t care that you made people suffer, I still like you’. Feeling love for such a bad man makes me a horrible woman.

He was now making his way down my body with his tongue, while also giving me love bites. The pleasure he was making me feel made my disquieting thoughts melt away. All I could do now was focus on how good he was making me feel. It was like a wolf was eating me up. After he went below my navel and teased that part with his tongue he then put his hands on my legs and spread them. His mouth moved to my inner thighs and began to place some love bites there too

“Ohhh, Dalim~”

I felt his warm mouth moving closer and closer to my sweet spot. Thinking about how good it’ll feel when his tongue finally reaches that spot made me sigh with pleasure and squirm. I gripped his hair and pushed him where I wanted him to be. I moaned as I felt his warm mouth on my clit. He began sucking on it and I gripped his hair tighter. “Ahhh, Dalim, eat me~”. He began to insert his fingers one by one in me, moving them around and trying to find out where I was more sensitive and what movements made me moan more. The pleasure I was feeling was getting more intense by the minute. He found a way to move his fingers that was sending me over the edge. The vibrations caused by him moaning against my clit were making me moan louder. The pleasure intensified until I finally reached the climax. I was breathing hard.

Dalim raised his head and was now looking at me with a grin on his face. “Oh, no, I made my bunny dirty. I need to wash you now.” He carried me like a princess to the bathroom, where he set me down. He began to undress, but was looking at me, probably because he wanted to see my flustered face. As if he didn’t see enough of it. “Do you like to watch me undress, princess~?” He was teasing me. The teasing never stopped with him.

My cheeks grew hotter. “Uh… maybe?” I felt a bit embarrassed to admit it.

“I know you like it” He was slowly undressing. I could see now that he was hard. “You look so sexy in those thigh high socks and bunny ears, but I need to get them off you so I can wash you” He approached me and bent on one knee to remove my socks. I leaned on him as he took them off. He then turned on the water and made sure its temperature was just right before we entered the shower. He grabbed the shower gel and put some of it on his hands. “I warned you that you’ll get defiled if you keep staying near a bad man like me. Now I need to clean you up” he said with a smile and then moved behind me. One of his hands was on my neck and the other on my stomach. “Your neck seems so fragile, so easy to break” he whispered in my ear.

What? That took me by surprise. “Hey, are you trying to scare me?” Is he trying to push me away like he sometimes did? I realized some time ago that he was doing this to keep me safe. He was warning me that he was dangerous and that I should stay away. I didn’t know if he was still working for Amon or not. He always changed the subject whenever I brought it up. Maybe this meant that the answer was yes. If so, it really is dangerous to be near him. I may have made a mistake in choosing to stay by his side. But the thought of cutting ties with him made me… sad. I don’t want to do that, but that would be the right choice. Aren’t there any other options?

“I’d never harm you, princess. I’d never hurt a woman.”

No, I know he wouldn’t. Not unless Amon orders him to do so. He’s obeying him, but he never told me why.

His hand traveled from my neck to my breasts and he started cleaning them, while his other hand moved down my stomach and was now rubbing me between my legs. “Ah~, Dalim”. His stimulation was making me weak kneed. I don’t know for how much longer I can stand up. I put my hands on the wall to lean on it and I felt him press himself against me.

“Mmh, it’s so hard to restrain myself when I’m around you” he said in a husky voice. He started to insert himself in me, moving slowly at first, but gradually picking up the pace.

I was moaning and calling his name. “Oh, yes, faster”

“Ahh, as you wish, my lady”. He was getting rougher

I was gasping for air and trying not to fall to my knees because of the intense pleasure I was feeling. “Ahh, yes, Dalim~”. I could hear him moan behind me and feel his hands rubbing one of my breasts and my sweet spot. He’s an expert at pleasing women. The dirty things he was doing to me were steadily sending me closer to the climax. The way he was moving and his moans told me that he was getting closer too. A little while later I felt that extreme feeling of pleasure at last as I came and he did that too soon after. I was still leaning against the wall trying to catch my breath when I heard his voice.

“Mmh, I made you dirty again. I need to clean you more”

I turned towards him. “Then let me clean you too”

“Oh, so you want to do it too? Alright then” He was smiling at me

I grabbed the shower gel and put some of it on my hands. Then I began to wash his mus-, no, I mean his body. I washed his body, while he was washing mine.

After we got out of the shower and dressed ourselves, he said that he had something to do. He was vague as usual, but I didn’t press him further.

“Thanks for the present, princess. Sorry that I got my bunny dirty”

“D-don’t apologize” I said. I felt myself blush as I remembered what we did.

“Oh, so you liked it then?” he said with a grin

“Wasn’t it obvious?” I couldn’t look at him right now, so I turned my gaze to a random chair.

“You’re right, your moans were so sexy. I’ll also get you a present as good as this, if not even better, for your birthday, so look forward to it.”

He was teasing me again! I wish he would give my cheeks a break. They’ll melt from so much heat.

“See you next time. Bye” he said as he opened the door to leave.

“Alright. Bye”

Even after he left I kept thinking of him. What should I do? Should I keep seeing him like this? What other options do I have? I don’t want to cut ties with him. I could… get rid of Amon? But no one knows where he went after he escaped from prison and even if I knew where he was I don’t have the power to do that. I have a feeling Dalim had something to do with his escape. I need to think of a solution. Fast.

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mermaidsneedwater · 4 years ago

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christmas with you | chapter six

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Santa Tell Me

Weary of your previous morning, you and Mark had decided to play it safe and sleep separately.

Mark stirred on the floor, turning on his side and scrunching his eyes as the sunlight from the window streamed in. Unable to fall back asleep, he stood up and stretched his arms. Mark glanced at your sleeping figure as you snored softly.

You looked so peaceful, your face was the most relaxed he’d ever seen. Coming closer, he bent down to his knees to see you. He’d always known you were pretty, but seeing you know he’d come to appreciate how beautiful you were on the inside and out. Slowly, Mark began to tuck a stray piece of hair behind your ear.

Stirring in your sleep, your eyes slowly opened to see Mark inches away from your face.

“AH!” You yelled, sitting up in bed.

“AH!” Mark jumped back.

“Oh my god what the hell are you doing?” You asked. “Who gets up in someone’s face first thing in the morning?!”

“I- you were, it just… I should go.” Mark quickly stood up and left the room, embarrassed. “I’m sorry.”

As he shut the door, he stood with his hand still on the door knob. Mark knew it was getting harder and harder to keep this act up. Op

+++

“It’s Christmas Eve!” Dorine cheered happily as the Tuan clan had gathered at her house. “You kids know what that means! It’s time to write your letters to Santa!”

As promised, the rest of the Tuan family members had shown up at noon to partake in the family traditions.

You saw Joey groan as he whined to his mother “Mom I’m too old for this!”

“Nonsense.” She shook her head. “Everyone under the age of thirty is writing a letter to Santa. That’s our tradition!”

“Why does Tammy get to skip out on the family traditions then? She’s 29!” Mark pointed out from the couch.

“Because I have three children Mark.” Tammy rolled her eyes. “And they will be writing their letters to Santa, not me.”

The Tuan brothers glanced at each other from across and rolled their eyes. This family tradition was one word to them, lame.

“Y/N, rules are rules so you’ll also be writing a letter.” Dorine winked at you. She left the room and brought a stack of paper, stickers and markers. Setting them down on the coffee table in the living room, you watched as Kylie and Leila quickly moved to grab their materials.

Reluctantly, Mark and Joey went ahead and took a sheet of paper each before settling on the couch. Following their lead, you picked up a piece of paper and a purple marker before sitting next to Mark.

“How am I supposed to write a letter to someone that doesn’t exist?” You heard Joey whisper to Mark.

Frowning, Mark shushed his brother and pointed to the two little girls, happily scribbling away. “Dude!”

“Whoops.” Joey grimaced.

You tapped Mark on the shoulder and watched as his frown dissipated. “What do I write?”

Smiling, Mark told you, “Usually we tell Santa about our year and if we’ve been naughty or nice. We tell him our Christmas wish, and then Mom seals our letters and sends them to the North Pole. But I think she’ll let us keep ours.”

“Oh,” You nodded, holding back a giggle. Turning back to your paper, you began to write.

Dear Santa,

It feels a bit odd writing to you. Are you really there? Well, I guess if I really think about it, I already know the answer. I don’t know if you’re all-knowing like God or something like that but I was engaged three weeks ago and now I’m at my neighbor’s family’s house for Christmas. It is crazy how life can seem like it’s going in one direction and then do a complete 180 turn. What do I want for Christmas this year? Just one person in my life who won’t hurt me like everyone else in my life has.

Blinking at the last sentence you wrote, you folded your letter and peaked over at Mark’s page. Intrigued when you thought you saw your name somewhere in his letter, you were unable to confirm it as Mark covered his writing.

“What are you doing?” He asked.

“I- I’m just trying to read your letter. This is harder than I thought it was going to be.” You admitted sheepishly.

“Well, look away, my letter to Santa is private.” He told you matter-of-factly.

“But I thought I saw my name in there!” You told him.

“It’s not your letter, so you can’t read it.” He insisted.

“Can you guys stop talking?” Kylie asked. “I’m trying to compensate.”

“Do you mean concentrate?” Joey asked.

Mark laughed before nodding and returning to his letter.

You sighed, rereading your letter, you crumpled up the paper and tossed it in the trash. Grabbing another piece of paper, you began to write again.

+++

You stood in the kitchen mixing the flour, baking powder, and salt together.

“Is this okay?” You called out to Dorine.

Grace came and checked in on your mixing, “It’s great Y/N, you’re a natural!”

Blushing, you smiled and continued to whisk the dry ingredients of the cookies together.

Due to the sheer number of family members involved in the Tuan family christmas, Dorine had explained that they baked three different types of cookies for Santa, Chocolate chip (for Kylie, Leila, Patricia and Grace), Gingerbread (for Tammy, Mark, you, and Raymond) and Sugar cookies (for Joey and Dorine). You had been tasked with making the Sugar cookies this year.

Dorine, Tammy, Kylie, Leila and you all stood in the kitchen preparing the cookie doughs and chatting amongst yourselves. You looked over your shoulder to see Dorine decorating the gingerbread men cookies with her granddaughters. The three of them smiling and laughing as they snuck bites of the cookies.

“You know Y/N, I’m going to be honest with you,” Tammy spoke up as she prepared a baking tray with the chocolate chip cookies. “I didn’t think Mark was actually dating someone.”

You prayed that the wave of panic that instantly washed over you wasn’t visible on your face “What do you mean?”

“Well I thought he just told my mom he was dating someone to settle her anxiety about him being alone for Christmas.” She explained. “I never imagined him actually being with someone. Seeing you two together is a bit strange.”

Unsure if that was a good or bad thing, all you could say was, “Oh.”

“Don’t take it the wrong way! It’s good.” She reassured you, Tammy rolled the balls of dough and placed them one by one on the tray “The thing about Mark is, he’s a loner. Always has been. And he likes it that way, it’s always been hard for him to open up to other people. But seeing the two of you together, Mark is a version of himself I barely recognize. He’s changed in the best way possible.”

“You think so?” You asked, your eyes widened.

“Absolutely. He’s more open, he seems… happy.” She told you. “Call it a big sister’s intuition, but I can see that he really loves you.”

“Oh I don’t know…” you trailed off, trying to come up with a way to switch the topic. You combined the butter and sugar with your dry ingredients.

“Trust me.” She said firmly, placing the trays of cookies in the oven. “If he hasn’t said it to you already he definitely will. It’s probably why he brought you home for Christmas.”

+++

The rest of the evening was filled with everything you expected with the Tuan family, love, food, and lots of laughter.

Eventually, everyone retired for the night in anticipation for Christmas Day. You kept your distance from Mark, still mulling over Tammy’s words.

There was no way Mark loved you. You were just his fake girlfriend, nothing more.

Looking up at the ceiling of Mark’s room, you quietly kicked off the covers and tiptoed past Mark. Quietly closing the door, you headed downstairs to make yourself some hot cocoa.

Attempting to be as quiet as possible you brought a mug down from the shelf and began to prepare your drink. Glancing at the plate of cookies on the counter, you decided to have one. Softly chewing the cookie, you broke it into pieces and dipped it into your cocoa.

“Are you eating Santa’s cookies?”

Startled, you whipped around to see who it was, none other than a half asleep Mark.

“Yes…” You trailed off. “What are you doing up?”

“Couldn’t sleep. I’m assuming you couldn’t either.” He told you casually. “Are you having hot cocoa?”

“Yes… Do you want some?”

Mark nodded and propped himself up on the kitchen counter. He watched as you prepared the sweet drink and handed him the hot mug.

The two of you made your way to the couch, sipping your drinks in silence.

“How come you couldn’t sleep?” He asked.

“I just have a lot in my mind.” You bit your lip. “I’ve been getting messages non stop from you know who.”

That part was true, over the last few days, you’d received dozens of texts from your ex fiancé. All of them begging you to come back to him.

“Oh. Have you been replying?” Mark asked. In his heart he prayed that you’d say no, that you’d tell him that you were over your fiancé.

“No. But it’s been hard.” You told him honestly.

He nodded, watching you silently. The two of you turned to look at the Christmas tree that was lit up.

“I want to do something.” Mark announced suddenly. He took the mug out of your hands and set it on the side table.

“Hey!” You pouted.

“I’m sorry, I can’t wait any longer.” Mark said, laughing at your reaction.

He walked over to the Christmas tree, bent down and picked up a neatly wrapped box with a bow on it. He brought the present to you and had you hold it.

“Shouldn’t we wait for everyone else?” You reminded him.

“I don’t care. Here, I want you to open my gift to you right now.”

You blinked, looking up at Mark as held the present “But Mark, I didn’t get you anything.”

“It’s okay, just open it.” He reassured you. Mark then knelt on his knees and watched as you tore the wrapping paper to reveal a black box.

Still unsure of what it could be, you slowly opened the box to find… a pair of ballet slippers.

You were at a loss for words as you stared at the shoes. They were without a doubt the most beautiful shoes you’d ever laid your eyes on.

“I know that you were devastated when you thought your dream was over.” Mark started slowly, “but I think you should consider dancing again, for yourself. You clearly still love it Y/N, your eyes lit up like nothing else when you told me about it. Dancing was your first love, and you never forget your first.”

Unable to form a coherent thought, you reached out and hugged Mark. Wrapping your arms around him, you felt a tear slip out and onto his shoulder.

“Is it okay?” Mark asked, suddenly unsure of if you liked his present.

“It’s perfect. No one’s ever gotten me such a thoughtful present.” You whispered between tears. “I love it.”

Satisfied with your response, you felt Mark hold you a little tighter before saying “I really want to see you dance.”

Wiping away your tears before pulling back, you laughed “I’m a bit rusty.”

“It’s okay.” He smiled. “That’s my Christmas wish.”

“Alright, I guess I can’t say no to that. I’ll try.” You gave in, unable to refuse his request. You took the shoes out of the box and began lacing them up underneath your pajama pants. Mark offered a hand as you stood up in the shoes, the feeling being so familiar and so foreign at the same time.

“You got it?” He asked, looking into your eyes.

You tucked a stray strand of hair behind your ear and nodded. Taking a breath, you began to do a few simple steps from your routine that you could recall.

Mark watched with wonder as you gracefully moved across the room and twirled. It was as if you could float on air. Mesmerized with your movement, he hadn’t even noticed you falling until he heard you yelp in pain. Immediately coming to your aid, Mark helped you stand up again.

“You’re incredible.” He managed to say.

“No I’m not, I fell on my butt.” You said, dusting your shirt off.

“I really mean it.” He told you, still holding your hand. “That was the best gift ever.”

You held his gaze before letting out a small cough, “If you say so. It’s late, We should probably get back to bed.”

Mark looked at the time, trying his best to hide his disappointment, he replied “Yeah, it’s almost three o’clock in the morning.”

“Thank you for the ballet slippers.” You gave him a small smile before reaching up to kiss his cheek. “I love them.”

Mark’s eyes widened as he watched you quickly turn around and scurry up the stairs to the room. He put his hand to his face, feeling where your lips had connected to his cheek.

He would never say it out loud, but in that moment he could swear he felt his heart skip a beat.

chapter five | chapter seven

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ressyfaerie · 4 years ago

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Fanfic request: Kai/Tysons first kiss and how you think it would go down! (English Dub names please!) :)

This is sooo hard because I have at least 3856859 different AUs of their first kiss aaahhh. I can't decide if I want this one to be angsty, fluffy, or everything in between aaahh! Regardless, I’m going to write something good! Okay I’m done, it ended up being much longer than expected AND i really self-indulged in this one we've got flowers, cars- just I know you’ll like it.

I’m popping this into a read more after the intro because it's a bit long for the dashboard lol.

“Is there a note?”

Ray eyed the flowers suspiciously.

Tyson held the wooden planter box in his arms, “uh- I don’t think so?”

“Who would send a planter box instead of just cut flowers?” Hilary thought it was the worst kind of romantic gesture.

“Look!” Max dug his hands into the flowers.

“What kind of flowers are these Tyson?” Ray asked, eyeing the blue petals with awe.

“They’re Himalayan blue poppies… They’re not easy to grow.”

Max pulled out a small slip of paper hidden in the stems.

“How do you know so much about gardening?” Hilary had no idea when he found the time to pick up a hobby that was so- unlike Tyson.

“I found my mother's old gardening books! I’ve been taking care of the dojo gardens on the weekends since grandpa’s back is so bad- what does the note say?”

Max read it out loud, “A unique flower, for a unique person.”

“Do we recognize the handwriting?” Kenny fixed his glasses, analyzing the situation.

“It’s been typed.” Max pointed out while flipping the note around for everyone to see.

Tyson inspected the flowers. He had never seen blue poppies before, they were one of his mother’s favourites.

“Whoever sent it, they know me well.” Tyson smiled.

“How come?” Ray asked.

“I don’t like cut flowers. I feel bad when they die. I like getting flowers that are alive.”

The room went quiet as everyone racked their brains trying to think of the possibilities.

“Who would know these things about you? Even we didn’t know you liked flowers!” Hilary pointed the fact out, some of the team members nodded, she had a good point.

“A lot of people know that I garden… But very few know that my mother really liked these flowers… She wrote about them a lot in her gardening books. To my knowledge, no one’s ever seen them but me, Grandpa, my dad, and maybe Hiro.”

Ray stroked his chin deep in thought, “It could have been a friendly gift? Not romantic at all?”

Tyson nodded, it could have been, but it felt- romantic. No one he knew would do something like this, it didn’t make sense.

“I’ll put them outside, for now, maybe we will think about it later.” Tyson left the room to place them in his corner garden outside.

The gravel crunched under his feet as he made his way to his small greenspace. He placed the planter with the rest of his stuff. He wondered who would have sent them, but he had no time to think; they had a party to attend at the BBA in less than two hours, and he still hadn’t even started to get ready.

As expected, the dojo was now in chaos. Like most teenagers, they left everything to the last minute. None of them had experience with formal attire.

“Does anyone here know how to tie a tie?!” Ray frantically displayed handfuls of ties.

“I do!” Kenny grasped one of the ties and tried to tie it on himself, before transferring it over to Ray.

Kenny was much too nervous to tie a proper knot, Ray found himself cringing as their time crunch got shorter and shorter.

Max had locked himself in the bathroom, probably doing his hair.

Hilary was god-knows-where, Tyson still wore regular clothes.

“Where’s Kai? Isn’t he the formal clothes expert?” Tyson fiddled with dragoon while sitting cross-legged in the middle of the dojo.

“That’s a good idea!” Kenny stopped trying to fiddle with Ray’s tie, “where is he?”

“Wait, wasn’t he driving some of us?” Mr. D said another driver will come to pick us up…”

“No, I’m certain we're all going in a limo.”

Tyson started to panic, stuck between trusting Kenny or Ray, now that was a difficult decision.

Hilary bellowed as she slammed the door open to the dojo. “Tyson! WHY aren’t you changed yet?”

“I!”

He started a lame excuse but she raised her voice again, “stop fiddling with that hunk of metal and go upstairs and put on your clothes right now!”

“Who died and made you boss of BBA formal parties?”

“I’m literally the party planner.” She rolled her eyes.

“Fine!” Tyson got up and dusted off his pants, “but I’m going to complain the whole time, and I’m taking a shower!”

“You don’t have time for a shower!” she slapped a hand to her forehead in exasperation.

“Too bad.” Tyson stuck his tongue out at her.

Upstairs, he took his time getting into the shower, it was fine if they were late for the party anyway, they didn’t have to be there on time.

He washed his body, got out, brushed his teeth, combed his hair, and blow-dried it. He even put on some make-up so he could feel extra fancy. He tied his hair up, admiring himself in the mirror, he looked so grown up now. His hair was long, and he loved tying it up traditionally. He ran a hand through his blue hair. He winked at himself, knowing he looked hot.

He opened the door with just a towel wrapped around his waist, he left clothes on his bed he was going to wear. Beside his clothes, sitting on his bed was his silver-haired best friend and rival, dressed in a well-fitted Italian cut suit.

Kai looked him up and down, “you should have been ready by now.”

Tyson’s cheeks blushed, “why are you alone in my room?”

Kai patted the dress shirt he left on his bed, “apparently Tyson Granger can’t dress himself- is this what you picked out?”

“Yeah? What’s wrong with it?”

Kai grinned, “Are you sure?”

Tyson made sure to show he was offended, “it’s the nicest thing I own…”

“I figured you’d say that.” Kai rose from the bed towards a hook on the door. He reached for a black garment bag that wasn’t there before.

Tyson wondered where it came from, and when- did Kai just bring it? For him?

He placed it on the bed, undoing the zipper on the fancy black bag, “change into this.”

“If it doesn’t look hot- I’m boycotting you.”

Kai chuckled, “how do you boycott a whole person?”

“It better look good on me, or you’ll find out.”

Kai stood still, Tyson mumbled, “can you- can you turn around so I can change?”

“Oh, right- Yeah.”

Kai walked towards the window and directed his attention outside, trying to ignore the fact Tyson was a towel away from being completely naked behind him.

He heard the rustling of clothes behind him, and Tyson’s voice, “is everyone ready downstairs?”

“They’ve already left in the limo Tyson.”

“Limo!? You mean I could be in a limo right now?!”

“You weren’t ready in time, so now you have to go with me, you’re lucky I stayed behind.”

“Not like you aren’t usually fashionably late Kai. You can turn around now.”

Kai flung his body around, hopefully, he didn’t seem too eager to see Tyson in a suit.

Tyson was awkwardly fiddling with his cuffs, he had no tie on, and his buttons weren’t done right.

Kai sighed, “Here.” He grabbed one of Tyson’s arms and started to straighten his cuffs, “Can you do your tie?”

Tyson felt his face flush in embarrassment. Kai fixing his clothes was, in his eyes, the opposite of manly.

“I uh,” Tyson didn’t want to admit it, “don’t know how to do it.” He said in a hushed voice.

“What was that?” Kai finished with his other arm and moved on to his buttons.

“I don’t know how to tie a tie okay!?” Tyson avoided eye contact.

Tyson had realized catching Kai's smile was becoming more common.

Kai gave him one of those grins now, “it’s okay, I’ll do it for you.”

“Can you teach me? I want to do it myself…”

“No time, I can show you later though.” Kai reached into the black bag and pulled out a dark blue tie, it was soft with elegant subtle swirls on it.

Tyson’s eyes widened in awe, he had never seen anything so fancy, and he was expected to wear it?!

“Where did you get this suit from?” Tyson asked as Kai adjusted his collar on his shirt.

“Mr. Dickenson asked me to get you some nice clothes. I picked it out, I thought it would look good on you.”

Tyson felt an electric shock as Kai reached around his neck placing the tie on either side of him.

“It was expensive.” Kai’s eyes met his, Tyson tried to keep his mouth closed, “don’t get food on it.” Kai threatened him.

“I won’t!” Tyson’s voice squeaked.

Kai worked on the tie while biting the insides of his cheeks, he had to refrain from touching Tyson’s chest, he compromised by running his knuckle along his pec while pulling the tie tighter.

The delicate touch was not missed by Tyson, who felt a burning sensation flow up his spine.

“There.” Kai stepped away when he was done with the tie.

Tyson turned to a full length mirror he had on another side of the room. His eyes glowed when he got a look at himself, “Woah! Kai!”

He did a twirl for the mirror, “Kai you made a good choice, this does look good on me!”

Kai placed a hand in his pocket, “I told you.”

It suddenly occurred to Tyson, he had never been in Kai’s car. He knew it was nice, He knew it was a supercharged sports car, but that was about it. Kai was particular who he let look at it, and now, he was letting Tyson sit passenger. Tyson stared at the white car in awe, he didn’t know much about cars, but it was obvious it was a big deal.

Kai opened the passenger door for him, “are you getting in or are you going to stand there all night?”

Tyson shook his head, “y-yeah! What kind of car did you say this was again?”

“I don’t think you’ve ever asked, it’s an Aston Martin Superleggera.”

“Sounds fancy,” Tyson remarked while climbing into it.

Kai leaned towards him before closing the door, “it is- put on your seatbelt.”

The first thing Tyson noticed, Kai didn’t drive like someone in their late teens, he drove like an old man.

“For someone who’s incredibly late- you sure aren’t going anywhere fast.”

Kai had one hand on the steering wheel, “you want me to go faster?” he blinked in surprise.

“Well, you have a turbo-charged sports car.” Tyson grinned, “send it.”

“I didn’t know you were into fast cars?” Kai remarked.

“Hell yeah, I am.”

“Hold on.”

Luckily there weren’t many cars on this road.

Was it illegal? Don’t tell anyone.

Did Tyson realize that Kai shared the same adrenaline habits he did? Absolutely.

They drove fast, Kai made turns expertly, Tyson laughed and cheered.

Slowing down his pace, Tyson could feel his heart racing, “that was awesome.”

Kai gifted him another one of his rare smiles, the kind that was becoming more frequent.

The party venue felt a little monotone, maybe it was in comparison to the adrenaline rush they just had.

“Holy!?- Tyson?” Max rushed over to him with a glass of juice in his hand, “there’s no way that’s you in that suit?”

“Sure is,” Tyson’s face screamed happiness.

Walking into the main hall, Tyson recognized everyone from his past tournaments, his old rivals, friends, everyone was excited to see him.

Tyson became swarmed with people greeting him, Kai excused himself, to hide away in the corner.

“What’s going on?” to his right side, Ray.

“Not much, you?”

Ray handed him a glass, probably juice, he took it.

“Just finished saying hi to everyone, are you going to make the rounds?” Ray knew it was a stupid question.

“I’ll talk to whoever talks to me first.” Kai took a small sip of the glass.

“Are you dancing tonight?” another stupid question from Ray.

Kai gave him an obvious expression, “you think I would?”

He didn’t say no; Ray took the opportunity to squeeze humanity out of Kai, “out of everyone here, who would you dance with?”

Kai surveyed the room, it caught Ray by surprise, he was actually thinking about it.

“Probably Tyson-” Kai needed to think of a good excuse fast- “because I’m more familiar with him than anyone else.” He took a sip of his juice.

“So then dance with him? You know everyone probably will by the end of the night.”

Kai chuckled with his mouth in his glass, it fogged up slightly, “no, that would be weird.”

“I’ll ask him first if that makes you more comfortable.”

Kai shrugged in response. Ray patted his shoulder, placing down his empty glass on a nearby table, and he made his way towards Tyson who was already dancing in the middle of the room.

Towards the other side of the room, Kai saw Mr. Dickenson in the corner of his eye, waving for him to come over to the group he was with. Kai rolled his eyes, he saw Hiro over there too.

Reluctantly, he made his way over, he wasn't going to ignore Mr. Dickenson.

The group had formed a circle, Miriah was there, Emily, Judy, and Michael.

Kai gave everyone a friendly greeting, then they started making casual conversation, then it got down to business. Kai waved his hand in the air, “I’m not here to talk about the Hiwatari company tonight.”

Hiro gave him an angry expression, but Mr. Dickeson understood, and so did Judy, they all kept making casual conversation.

“Hey, weird question guys.” Miriah held up a pink phone with a picture on it.

Emily pointed to the screen, “Do you guys know what kind of flowers these are?”

They piled around it, Max showed up behind them to check out the picture as well. Kai and Hiro saw the screen simultaneously, in unison they responded:

“Himalayan blue poppies.”

Hiro and Kai locked eyes immediately. Instantly ready to square up.

“How do you know that?” Hiro’s voice had a hint of anger.

“I’m not allowed to know a type of flower?” Kai spat back.

Miriah squeezed herself in between them, “Calm down! Tyson got sent some- we don’t know who sent them.”

“They’re my mom's favourite flower.”

Max watched the situation, he stared at Kai, “no way…” he said under his breath.

The blond-haired boy grasped Kai’s arm, pulling him out of the group, far away from the angry brother.

“Thanks, Max.” Kai was glad he managed to sneak him away without anyone noticing.

“No problem dude.” Max smiled.

Ray appeared beside them, with a worn-out Tyson by his side.

“Kai, your turn!” He shoved Tyson into Kai.

Tyson wasn’t expecting it, stabilizing himself by holding on to Kai’s shoulders, “Ray!”

“Sorry!”

Kai unconsciously helped Tyson keep his balance… by holding him by his waist.

Tyson pulled himself away, Kai’s hands glided along his waist.

“Apparently… You wanted to dance with me?” Tyson gave Kai an expression he couldn’t read.

“I didn’t want to- I mean- if you want to?” Kai’s face turned a shade pinker.

“Sure- I mean, if you want to?” Tyson swallowed, but his throat stayed dry.

“Just go!” Ray pushed them towards the dance floor.

Max yelled to Ray, “Ray! I have to tell you something…”

In the middle of the dance floor, the duo had no idea what to do.

“Um-” Tyson awkwardly placed his arms around Kai’s neck.

“Isn’t that the female way..” Kai remarked

“Shut up!” Tyson felt awkward for some reason, even though before this, he danced with a dozen boys- and girls.

Kai placed his hands on his hips, wondering how he ever ended up here.

“Here…” Kai grasped one of his hands, keeping one hand on his waist.

Tyson’s hand that wasn’t wrapped in Kais, was placed on his shoulder, he slowly let it slide towards his neck, playing with the loose strands of hair, focused on the way it shimmered in the lights.

“How do you know how to dance?”

“Rich boy.”

“Really?” Tyson laughed, imagining a young Kai learning ballroom dance.

“I can also play some piano.”

“Wow, what else can you do rich boy?” Tyson titled his head, unconsciously teasing him.

“Some violin, calligraphy in English, Ballroom dance, paperwork…”

“I’m surprised you’re telling me this.” Tyson admired his face up close, when did he get such a cute face?

Kai held Tyson closer, his face centimeters away from his, “if you tell, no one will believe you.”

Tyson let out a hard laugh. People in the room began to stare, but they didn’t notice, they were lost in their own little world.

Kai felt sweat form in between Tyson’s palm and his, but he didn’t care. He watched his blue hair sway, and his lips curve into smiles, he blinked suddenly, becoming aware of the way he was looking at him.

Kai let go of Tyson, taking a step away from him, “sorry- I’m going to get some air.”

Kai disappeared into another room, leaving Tyson flustered on the dance floor.

Outside Kai closed the metal door behind him, he held the railing of the balcony. “What am I doing?” he whispered to nobody.

“Sending him flowers, driving him around, dancing with him- Why can’t I just-”

He heard the door open and close behind him, “Are you alright Kai? You left so fast…”

Hearing Tyson’s voice was liquid ecstasy. He closed his eyes, absorbing it, before finding the courage to turn around.

“I’m fine.” He gave Tyson a grin, but Tyson saw through it.

“You’re all in your head,” Tyson remarked and stepped closer to him.

Kai had his back to the railing, he couldn’t run away anymore.

Tyson was too close, he looked in Kai’s eyes, deep into his mind, looking for any sign that something was off.

Tyson lifted his hand, and rested it on his cheek, “what’s going on with you?”

Kai felt his whole body melt, pure happiness, absolute comfort. At the next words, he felt like he could float away-

“You know you can tell me anything right?”

Kai felt his lungs stop working, no air, his brain fired electrical impulses at lightning speed but no thoughts were being created.

“Did you send the flowers?” Tyson kept his hand on Kai’s cheek.

“Y- yeah,” Kai admitted, still not breathing.

“How did you know about them?”

“You leave your mothers journals everywhere-”

“And you read them?!”

“No- Well, yes. But I wasn’t reading her writing, I was reading your notes on the sides.”

Tyson remembered a sticky note he put on a page, mentioning where he could get seeds for his mother's favourite flowers, that he so desperately wanted.

“Why?” Tyson’s voice was serious but so calming.

Kai closed his eyes momentarily, then opened them.

“I think I like you.”

Neither one of them dared to move.

Silence, for minutes, as Tyson’s hand stayed on Kai’s face, growing colder by the minute.

“I’m sorry- it was weird, I shouldn’t have said anything.” Kai tried to turn his face away from him, trying to brush off the encounter.

“No!” Tyson used his hand to push Kai back to his original position.

Kai’s face grew red, Tyson’s did too.

“I! I think that-” Tyson blubbered trying to find the right words, Kai gripped the railing behind him.

“Ah- screw it-” Tyson’s eyes were damp, he stared at the sky before taking a deep breath.

“Ty!-”

Tyson’s lips were pressed against his. He didn’t know what to do- he had wished for it for so long- and now, all of the sudden?

“Mm!” Tyson made some noise as he kept doing it, messy, but fun.

Kai used his hands to run through Tyson’s hair from the back of his neck, grabbing the back of his head and a handful of hair, pulling him closer.

Their bodies were against each other, they could feel each other’s hearts trying to leap out of their chests.

Kai tried to pull away, to get some air- Tyson grabbed his tie and pulled him back into him, making out with him more.

Finally, Tyson let Kai go, he was still chocolate he was told not to have, and he wanted more.

“What- I, Tyson?” Kai stumbled over his words.

“It’s alright Kai.” Tyson gave him a quick kiss on his soft lips, “it’s okay.”

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jeonggukkiepabo · 5 years ago

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KILLER QUEEN [KTH] ♦ Secret Easter Bunny

IT’S POSTING WEEK! You, my love @yongcherie are my victim, hehe. I wrote this piece for you inspired by 5SOS’ cover of “Killer Queen”, I hope you like it. <3 Truly yours, lavender.

SUMMARY: She’s all over the news, but she’s never been seen. Everyone talk about the Killer Queen, everyone wants to be the one to catch her. Police Officer Kim had a rough day and goes home with a woman he’d never seen but was yet so familiar.

WARNINGS: smut, sexual content, dom/sub tones, mentions of crime, hate sex, unprotected sex, choking, spitting.

WORD COUNT: 3.5k

To the world, you were almost a celebrity - loved and hated at the same time. To him, you were a mystery. You would never get caught, you would never leave anything behind that could help them find you. But, all of them knew who you were. Well, at least they knew the name you went by. The “Killer Queen” had her first appearance in the late 1930s when you started robbing banks all around Seoul. Women in crime weren’t a thing yet, most of them were still located at home, not allowed to leave their houses while taking care of their many children - unlike you. You were independent, not needing a man to buy you diamond rings, not needing a child to keep you company. All you needed, all you wanted, was the thrill of swimming in freshly stolen money.

He had never seen you, but your name was known worldwide, ever since you’ve started to leave delicious looking pieces of cake behind you whenever you left the crime scene.

“My love. My enemy. You will never find me, never get me. But don’t be sad, eat cake instead. xx Killer Queen”

You loved the game, the thrill of those policemen running after you but not being able to even come near you. You’d get secret invitations from them, who were you to decline the chance of a bank robbery? Little did they know that you’ve always been there before them, sometimes even hanging out in the bank while they were there, enjoying those beautiful men with masculine features and furrowed brows, screaming while realizing you were gone, once again.

Of course, neither of them knew what you looked like, nobody knew about your curly red hair, the green emerald eyes that were always surrounded by smokey eyes. Your beauty mark right above the corner of your lip that you tugged into a knowing grin whenever you walked past a police officer.

By now, you’ve had more than enough money, you wouldn’t even need to commit crimes anymore but you just loved the fun and games. You loved getting dressed like a fine lady, but having a gun hidden in your stockings. You loved wearing that one black dress that stopped right above your knees - a shame during those years -, but your overknees were hiding the piece of skin that you always showed whenever you needed to bewitch someone. Some man.

You knew you were pretty, beautiful even. You had several men walking after you, buying you whatever you wanted from caviar to cigarettes and you were well versed in etiquette to always smile and take their offers. Of course, you’d never take those men home, because literally none of them were the slightest bit attractive. Fat snobs with more beard than the Chinamen just weren’t your type. You loved the attention, but you weren’t a whore. To be exact, there was only one man on this world that you’ve laid your eyes on.

Kim Taehyung, one of the youngest police officers this decade. He just turned 21 when he absolved the test and ever since you’ve been playing that lovely game of cat and mouse with him. The first time you’ve seen him you were speechless. You knew all of the policemen, Min Yoongi, Kim Namjoon and even Jeon Jeongguk, their apprentice. But Kim Taehyung was a whole other level, his beauty almost being the reason you got caught because you kept staring at him for too long. At his black, permed hair. Those beautiful deep brown eyes with a glint of anger in them, but also… curiosity? Your favorite part of him was his defined jawline, sharp and precise like a strong Greek god. Obviously, you’ve had never seen him without his uniform, but you knew from experience that he had to be toned - they always were. At least Jeongguk was. But that’s a whole other story. Taehyung was taller, much taller than yourself, although your long legs had always been admired by men all over the world. But Kim Taehyung, he was a giant. Everything about him was huge. Even his hands, large and long, built to wrap around your throat easily. Just the thought of him was overwhelming you and ever since that day, you knew you had to get onto him.

Today would be the day, the lovely September breeze blowed through your freshly curled hair, causing you to shiver here and there. You were wearing your favorite black dress with lace details and heels that would never allow you to run, but you never needed to anyways. You even used your favorite perfume, the one that came straight from Paris, and applied some plumping gloss before you went out of your house, picking up a piece of cake from the bakery that you sprinkled with some gunpowder until a cursive KTH was readable on the pink icing.

For today, you didn’t plan to rob a bank, you wanted more. Your first official meeting with Taehyung should be special, you had planned this for months now. Knowing his exact working schedule, you decided that today would be perfect.

It was early afternoon, around 4.30 PM and you knew that Taehyung would be working until 9 PM the least. As of today, it was your biggest crime ever. Murder, just to get Taehyung's attention. But a girl’s gotta do what a girl’s gotta do, right? In the beginning, you opted to kill his roommate, Park Jimin, but his cute squishy cheeks and bright eyes just screamed innocence. Instead, you opted for some random jogger, did what you had to do as you hid in the trees to leave a piece of cake behind after you called the police to report a crime.

Hours later, it was around 11 PM, you were sitting in Taehyung’s favorite bar, enjoying some cocktails by yourself while you waited for him to arrive. Once the door opened and Kim Taehyung walked in, not wearing his uniform anymore but a white shirt and black jeans instead, you couldn’t help but sit down right next to hime. “Hello stranger. You seem distracted”, placing a glass of his favorite bourbon in front of him, you sipped on you own cocktail. His eyes scanned you from head to toe, until he decided to give in. “Yeah, I am. Work stresses me out, I’m in need of a break but I can’t because we’re working on this one case and we can’t rest until we found her and…” “Oh, you’re a police officer? You seem so young!” You smiled politely at him while looking him right into the eyes. “You should take a break whenever you need it, stranger. Work won’t pay you once you’re suffering from burnout, right? Take you wife and go on a road trip, calm down and once you’re coming back, you could always return to your case. I mean, you’re not the only one working on it, are you?”

Taehyung laughed bitterly, swallowing his entire drink in one go, catching the last drop on his lips with a flick of his tongue. “No wife, just me ‘n my hyung. It’s not that her bank robs aren’t enough for us to handle, no. She just fucking killed someone! Ugh, sorry, you probably don’t want to hear me rumble”, he twists his glass before looking at you again.

“I’ve never seen you here, what’s your name? I would always remember someone as beautiful as you.” You giggled at his lame pick up line, placing one hand on his shoulder while leaning over to his ear. “I’m Koya. But don’t tell anyone, please. I want to keep being the mysterious red haired girl at the bar”, you winked at him before ordering another round of drinks for the both of you.

“So, officer. There’s no wife, right? How? You’re handsome, you’re successful. What are you hiding inside that pretty head?” Crossing your legs, you accidentally brushed his by doing so. “I don’t know, really. It’s just that this case follows me everywhere. You’ve probably heard about the Killer Queen, she’s always in my head. I even dream about her, almost every fucking night. I don’t even know what she looks like, yet she won’t leave me alone!” He grabbed your hands in his much larger ones, squeezing them lightly. “I’m obsessed, Koya! Obsessed! She ruins my mind without even knowing it.” You just laughed it off before placing one hand on his forehead. “Are you sure you’re okay? Maybe someone should take you home, officer.”

Taehyung shudders under your touch, sighing. “Maybe, yes. But my hyung’s home and I don’t want him to worry about yet another mysterious case. I’ll just stay here and-” “Or you’re coming home with me? I know how to take care of a lonely man, c’mon, pretty boy.” You held out your hand for him to take and once he reached out for you, you pulled him out of the bar.

“You’ve never told me your name, officer. How should I call you, once you’re balls deep inside me?”, you were leaning over to Taehyung who already seemed a little tipsy. He turned his head in surprise, watching you carefully. “Tae… Taehyung.” “Alright then, Taehyung. Let’s take you home and I’ll take good care of you.”

Once you headed back to your apartment, you drag him into your bedroom, pressing your lips to his delicate neck and started to suck around his jawline, pressing kisses to his adams apple. You hadn’t even started - yet he was a moaning mess under your touch. In one swift motion, Taehyung grabs your chin, forcing his lips onto yours and kisses you roughly. You know you just won. Taehyung is yours for the night, all your wet dreams will be coming true and you almost forget what you had to do to get him into this position.

Taehyung’s hands hungrily roam your body, grabbing your ass and giving it a light slap that causes you to jump. “Who do you think is the one in charge here, babe?”, you bite his earlobe softly, pulling on the dangling earring while slipping your hand down his tight pants. Taehyung moans, head thrown back in pleasure. Giggling, you grab his aching cock through his underwear. “You’re right, it’s me. I’m the one that will make you feel good, that will make you come. You’ll do what I say, understand, darling? Be a good boy for me.”

Taehyung laughs and shakes his head with a wide grin before throwing you onto your bed. The bounce almost presses the air out of your lungs and you can’t help the huff that leaves your lips. “Nah, love, I don’t think so.” Taehyung’s lips find your sweet spot way too easily, his tongue tickling the skin of your neck. You groan, trying to push him off, but his hands slip around your wrists to pin them above your head, his beautiful teeth smirking down at you. Once his mouth is right next to your ear, he huskily whispers.

“Remember that I’m a police officer and domination is my job. Don’t you think you could change that. Mhh, you’re lucky I don’t have my cuffs with me, angel. Now, what does a pretty girl like you do in a bar? Drinking pretty drinks alone? Don’t fool me, Koya. You’ve been waiting for me, yet, I’ve never seen that angelic face of yours. Who are you, mysterious girl?”

His fingertips slowly trail down your cleavage before he dips them in between your breasts. You try your best to hold back any moans, but you can’t help the whimpers falling past your lips as you breathlessly answer. “I already told you who I am.” Even though you’ve alway been the dominant part in any of your sexual relationships, you can’t help but submit to Taehyung. It’s like you’ve been waiting for years to find the right one to show you where your limits are. And you’re desperate to know.

“You’re not just the girl in the bar. You’re not just Koya. Tell me, what do you do? How do you know me?” Taehyung bites the soft skin behind your ear, fingers trailing down you legs, not caring to remove the heels that made them look so much more elegant. Sitting up, he looks down at you, trying to mesmerize your face. Those bright red curls, framing your head in contrast to your pale skin. Those green eyes, full of lust and admiration. Those lips, tainted by a knowing smirk. Your voice as you whisper your answer. “I’ll tell you once we’re done, as long as you’re being a good boy.”

Taehyung huffs, his lips leaving a wet trail right above your stockings. “Then I’m not going to touch you unless you beg for it, love. And your lips already made me wonder what the rest of you might taste like. Now c’mon, hurry up. Tell me who you are.” He ruffles your dress up to your stomach, your emerald lace thong now fully exposed to his starving eyes. “God, you’re a queen”, he lets out a shaky breath, growing even harder by just looking at you.

You giggle, whispering a soft “little do you know” before pulling that dress off your body. Then, you point at his shirt, raising an eyebrow. “That needs to be off, I want to see how trained officers really are.” Taehyung raises an eyebrow as well before a cheeky smirk replaces his expression. “Mh, your smug tongue has to go, princess.” With that, Taehyung lifts his shirt over his head before stuffing it right into your mouth, smearing lipstick all over the fabric and your chin. “Sad enough that you can’t beg like this. Look at you, all dripping wet for me even though I didn’t even start yet.”

His fingers quickly pull on the expensive fabric of your thong, roughly ripping it in half, leaving the shreds wherever they landed before dipping one finger between your folds. “Mh, isn’t it sad that you don’t want to talk to me? Instead you’ll just have to lay here, watching me and enjoying the show, not getting any of it. You could’ve gotten my tongue, my fingers, my cock. Poor you.” Taehyung stands up, opens his jeans and pulls them and his boxers down his toned legs. His knees dip down besides your legs again, but this time his hands don’t explore your body. Instead, Taehyung roams his own chest, contours the abs that you want to lick so badly. His left hands reaches down to grab and massage his balls while he takes the right thumb between his soft lips, sucking on it slowly. “Mh, I’m still tasting you, Koya. Wish I could taste more of you, so delicious”, he hums with closed eyes.

Thumb still in his mouth, Taehyung grabs his cock and starts to glide his hand up and down, not being able to hold in the growl that leaves his chest. You try to sneak one hand between your legs, wanting to find at least a tiny bit of friction, but Taehyung wasn’t having it, slapping your hand away while flicking his index finger against your clit. He stops pleasuring himself for a second to pull his shirt out of your mouth. Are you still sure that you don’t want to tell me who you are? C’mon, angel, be nice. How. Do. You. Know. Me?”

You just roll your eyes, bored of his little games as you chew on your bottom lip, guiding two of your fingers in front of your mouth to spit on them. Saliva was running down your chin as you moisten your nipples and pinch them slowly. “I can play that game too, Tae.”

You move your fingers down your stomach, closer to the wet heat that throbs between your legs, circling your clit quickly before plunging two fingers into your cunt. “And I love playing games. If you don’t want to touch me, no problem. I can do it all by myself, just keep watching.” Your fingers move faster and faster while the other hand massages your breast. You know you’ll be close soon, this entire day has been riling you up enough already. Taehyung seems to notice too, pressing one hand onto your stomach to press it down, leaning over your pussy as he opens his mouth with a knowing smirk. Your eyes widen, not being able to hold back anymore as you come with a loud scream, messy and all over the bed - and Taehyung’s face.

Looking down at Taehyung, your eyes widen as you see him trying to catch every drop with his tongue before swallowing down all you gave him. “Oh angel, look what you’ve done.” His thumb starts to rub over your sensitive clit again. “You’re such a bad girl, if I was on duty I would’ve probably gotten you arrested for your behavior, Killer Queen.”

Your smirk vanishes as you watch him with nervous eyes.

“What are you doing now, hm? You can’t run, you can’t hide. It was stupid to think I wouldn’t know, wouldn’t figure it out. Leaving a piece of cake, just for me, huh? I wish I could shove it down your pretty throat and leave you choking on it, love. I despise you. You’ve ruined so much for me. And now, killing someone just to get me to fuck you? You’re so pathetic. But I’ll take your wish for granted, slut.”

With that, he turns you around quickly, pulling you up on your fours before slapping your ass in such a pace that you couldn’t even count how many times Taehyung ended up spanking you. Then, without any warning, he slips right into you. Stretching you out so painfully, but oh so good. “You like that, bitch? Getting fucked by someone you’ve been running away from so long? Is that your game? Just to get my attention? You’re so pitiful.” Something wet lands between your shoulders, running down your spine to pool in the curve over your ass. Taehyung just spat on you. And you loved it. “I’m sure you want to feel like the guy you killed? Want to feel every little bit of oxygen leaving your body?” He whispers against the shell of your ear as he grabs your throat in his large hand. “Yes, Taehyung, fuck. Yes. Yes!”

You’re a moaning mess under his touch, obviously enjoying his roughness and dirty talk. “I’ve been watching you for so long, Taehyung. Always been there when you arrived at the crime scenes. I loved watching you getting angry, but also flustered at my remains. You never knew what I looked like, but you always wanted me. Don’t flatter yourself, Tae. You’re just as pathetic as I am. And-”, you let out more and more moans, nearly screaming as Taehyung pounds into you faster now.

“Shut up! I can get you arrested at any time now that I know what you look like. I could never forget those tits”, he roughly grabs them with his free hand, “or this sinful mouth”, he turns your face to spit directly in between your gasping lips, “and you know that. You’re mine now, Koya. Mine.”

With that, he pushes into you one last time, feeling your walls clenching merciless around him, your wetness trailing down both your thighs. “Turn around”, Taehyung demands as he waits for you to face him, not hesitating to shove his cock between your lips and down your throat. You swallow him down like the good girl you are, playing with his balls and looking up at him through teary eyes. His gaze was rough, not a tiny bit of affection was written in his eyes as a growl escapes his mouth, sweat dripping down his forehead onto his chest.

He pulls out just before reaching his orgasm, just to paint your face with his cum. After one last moan, he sits back down, still looking at you. “What am I supposed to do with you, Koya? You fucking killed someone, I couldn’t let you go, even if I wanted to. I must call my team. They’ll be here about twenty minutes after I’m gone, maybe even less. Be smart, Koya.”

Taehyung sighs while getting dressed, looking over just to see you lightning a cigarette without any rush. He shakes his head. “They will kill you, you know that? You’re a criminal. That’s your chance to run and never come back. Now that you’ve had me, nothing holds you here anymore. Be fucking smart!”

You just laugh it off, wiping the remains of his cum from your lips as you exhaled the toxic smoke. “And where would be the fun in that, Tae? C’mon, get them boys. Try to catch me.”

Frustration overcomes Taehyung as he grabs your cheeks. “I’m trying to help you, Koya. Run!” He presses his lips onto yours one last time before heading out the door. The last thing he heard was a faint “See you soon, Taehyung. Same place, same time? Maybe I will kidnap your little Jeonggukkie that time?” before he made his way towards the police station to report your address.

All he could do was hoping that you were long gone before the squad enters your home. Otherwise, there wouldn’t be a single chance to see you ever again.

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hermannsthumb · 4 years ago

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Gonna request some camb0y newt who has Hermann as a regular follower who may or may not be requesting used clothing from Newt...😳

this one is less h0rny and more dumb and I died every time I typed newt’s screen name but (ALSO THE FACT THAT TUMBLR KEPT BLOCKING THIS MESSAGE....unbelievable) 18+/not sfw below cut

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The whole thing only started because of the kaijus.

It seems foolish to place the blame on them, considering the severity of the damage they’ve caused in every other aspect of life, but it’s the truth. Hermann was never brilliant at romance even in the best of times; he never knew quite the right words to say, or quite the right way to kiss, and certainly not how to keep men interested enough to come back for more than a date or two. Then the end of the world came, and the jaeger program ate up what little free time Hermann had, and dating simply fell to the very lowest tier of his priorities. He had work to do. He had lives to save.

Unfortunately, his libido continued to run rampant.

Masturbation could only get one so far, though Hermann was undeterred and tried almost anything: dildos, vibrators, expensive lubricant, a paid subscription to a high-quality pornography website. He cancelled this after a week, when he realized none of its featured men--though undeniably good-looking--fit his particular area of interest. Besides, it was far too impersonal. Hermann did not like spending half of his time watching a video or scrolling through a photo gallery wondering what that man was doing now, or whether or not he’d enjoyed himself, or what he was like in person... In a fit of desperation, Hermann picked up a subscription to another website that promised live men 24/7. And, well. To make a long story short, Hermann is pretty sure he’s in love.

The object of his affections is twenty-something and stocky, a good few inches shorter than Hermann (he’d wager, anyway), with a chestful of tattoos and a voice that’s almost high enough to be grating. Hermann has seen his face only fleetingly, but it’s enough for him to know it’s a highly agreeable one. He’s got a nice sense of humor, seems intelligent enough, and the glimpses Hermann’s caught of the bedroom he streams from (at the perfect time of day, late enough that Hermann’s inhibitions are entirely nonexistent) indicate a healthy love of science fiction.

Hermann is mostly in love with him because of how good of a show he puts on, though. Where Hermann fails in his use of dildos or vibrators and other nonsense, the man succeeds, and indeed excels, and he’s endlessly creative with dressing in lace and other funny little costumes. It makes for some very inspired jerking off on Hermann’s end. More importantly, it makes for a calming of his libido.

Hermann doesn’t know his real name, only his chosen screen name, though it doesn’t really matter: kaijulover69 is most certainly the man of his dreams.

Well. Nobody’s perfect.

“Tonight’s stream is dedicated to a very special fan for all his support,” kaijulover69 begins. He’s wrapped in a bathrobe, though Hermann has a feeling he knows what’s beneath it, and he flushes pleasantly with warmth at what’s soon to come. “And for what I’m wearing right now. You know who you are. Thanks again, dude!”

His lips are just visible on camera, and he grins coquettishly before slipping the sleeve off his right shoulder. Then the left. “That very same fan requested a strip tease tonight,” he continues, “and--well, I’ll let the rest be a surprise, huh?”

The belt is undone. The robe slips down to the bed, revealing the object of Hermann’s affections clad in nothing but a rather small pair of lacy black undergarments. (And a bloody expensive pair, at that--cost a third of Hermann’s weekly salary. It’s worth it.) You look very attractive, Hermann types encouragingly into the chat box, and hope it’s visible between the pleads for kaijulover69 to flash his face or pull his genitalia out already.

He doesn’t appear to see any of them. “My week was pretty lame,” he continues. He begins to idly run his hands up and down his bare chest; Hermann mirrors the action on his own, enjoying the shiver he manages to elicit from himself even through two layers of shirt and sweater. “Work stuff has been kicking my ass. And--” His fingers falter. “Well, there’s this guy I really like, and we’ve kinda been...seeing each other, but I just found out he’s actually seeing someone else. So I guess it’s like, I realized I’ve been making all this shit up in my head?”

Who would ever turn down such a marvelous specimen of human? Hermann’s temper flares with a mingling of both righteous offense on the man’s behalf and a little bit of jealousy that he’s not the one who’s so captured his heart. He would like to knock some sense into them, whoever they are.

“But you don’t care about that,” he says, and forces a laugh. “You want to see me mess these up, don’t you?”

His hand drifts down to his panties, and he gives himself a squeeze through them.

“Please,” Hermann says happily, though he knows there’s no one to hear.

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There’s an email from Newton waiting for him in his inbox the next morning. No subject.

Hey, dude-

Sorry I left you hanging yesterday. I was just a little shocked. Not shocked that you have a partner or whatever, of course you do, that’s totally normal, just that you never told me about them until now. I read over your latest article, and I just wanted to say what an utter load of--

“Hmph,” Hermann says, and quickly scrolls up and away from Newton’s annoying little rant.

Even as he does so, he feels a pang of guilt he doesn’t quite understand. Newton is shocked he has a partner: so what? And, er, so what if that partner isn’t quite as real as Hermann is pretending? The question came at him fast, and unexpected, and so very quickly into the switch from letter correspondence to email; kaijulover69 on his mind, Hermann panicked and wrote yes, I do have someone in my life. It’s not entirely a lie. Though Hermann holds no illusions about the nature of their dynamic, the man has certainly taken up the same amount of Hermann’s time and money that a real partner would. And besides--it’s easier. Less messy. Newton would probably try to set Hermann up with someone, or pester him about his sex life, or even--God forbid--try to offer him advice. (Once I blew a guy in the bathroom of this shitty dive bar, try that, he told Hermann a few weeks ago, and I always take my dates to the aquarium so I can talk about shit and look smart.)

It’s also helpful in dissuading Hermann from his daydreams and illusions of dating not kaijulover69, but Newton; that, he fears, is an even grander pipe dream.

He skims Newton’s--rather poor--critique of his work, ignoring entirely his comments on Hermann’s partner, and types up a fast rebuttal. Kaijulover69 has another stream tonight, and he doesn't want to miss it.

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“The trick,” kaijulover69 pants, “is to just, uh, relax your muscles as much as possible. It’s easier when you’ve got someone doing it for you, obviously, but...”

His chosen method of masturbation tonight is a frightfully large tentacle dildo, wider and longer than any prick Hermann’s seen in his life. Hermann’s not sure if such a dildo would fit inside him; he’s not even sure if it’s going to fit inside kaijulover69. The man is rather compact. It’s stopped about halfway into his body, and even from the rather distant angle Hermann can tell it’s stretching him tight.

“...I might’ve jumped the gun a little,” the man says, and bursts out into breathy laughter. “Should’ve, uh, should’ve gotten the smaller size. Or worked up to this one.” He works another centimeter into himself before his body goes taut. “Go--go big or go home, I guess?”

One hand moving steadily around his prick, Hermann uses the other to type an encouraging message: Excellent effort.

Kaijulover69 pulls the dildo out to the thinnest section, then once he relaxes, begins a rhythm of short, shallow thrusts. Each time, it goes in a little deeper. It’s very good to watch, and listen to as well; his little gasps, the creaks of his bedsprings, the spread of his legs widening. Hermann briefly considers how badly he would like to be the one pushing it into him and dragging out those sounds, and is surprised to find himself orgasming.

He tips generously once the stream is over: he does like to consider himself some sort of gentleman, and he likes seeing how excited it gets kaijulover69.

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The package arrives on an entirely ordinary Tuesday some three weeks later. Autumn has come, bringing with it a rather heavy series of rains, and Hermann is drenched and shivering when he finally ducks into the relative warmth of his flat. The knowledge of what the box tucked under his arm contains warms him considerably; he rented a P.O. Box for one reason and one reason exactly, not even daring to have his name attached to it. It’s gauche, he knows, but--isn’t it a bit like recycling? Kaijulover69 gets a fresh, exciting outfit from Hermann, and Hermann gets it back after he’s--well.

Hermann needs to unwind somehow. There’s nothing wrong with it!

The black lace undergarments are wrapped neatly up inside the box, with a sweet little pink bow on top. Attached to that is a simple handwritten card: To my number one fan! ❤️ There’s plenty more where this came from...

Simple, and innocently flirty. And so familiar it makes Hermann’s blood run cold.

“It’s not possible,” he says.

And yet--isn’t it? Hermann’s never seen his face--either of their faces--and the screen name--

There is no return address on the package, but a frantic search of its wrappings reveals its origin: stamped in black ink over frog-themed postage is BOSTON, MASSACHUSETTS. “No, no,” Hermann mutters to himself, even as he reminds himself (unhelpfully) that plenty of people are from Boston. He tosses it to the bed and clacks over to his desk, clutching the card so tightly it crumples. Newton’s letters are all in the top drawer--he just needs--

The handwriting is a perfect match.

“Bugger,” Hermann groans.

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Hi i really love your page and your awesome writing skill :) also can i request a smut where the girl and frank iero go to the same college, frank being the famous college punk band member and the girl being a normal college girl. They've been seeing each other for a while and the girl is finally ready to lose her virginity to frank? But frank always makes sure he doesn't hurt her during her first time and being super sweet and careful? Thank you so much! Have a great day :)

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Pairing: Frank Iero x Female Reader Rating: Mature (Smut) Requested By: @whitegulliver Word Count: ~2,250 Author’s Note: College Pencey Prep era Frank smut anyone? Usually writing smut isn’t the easiest thing for me, but this one just flowed really well and I actually wrote that part before I wrote the rest of it! Hope everyone enjoys.

“Please come out with me tonight?” (YN)’s friend Eli begged.

“If Dan asked you to the party, what do you need me there for?” (YN) groaned.

“Because if the party is lame and he sucks then we can bail together. Besides, Pencey Prep is playing.”

“I haven’t heard of them,” (YN) replied, wondering if maybe she should have.

“They’re a local punk band, I thought you were into that kind of music.”

“I am, but I haven’t checked out the local scene here yet,” (YN) shrugged. “Ok, you’ve convinced me, I’ll go.”

A few hours later, the friends found themselves making their way into the cramped college house basement and (YN) immediately felt out of place not knowing anyone but Eli.

“Ok, I see Dan, I’ll catch you later,” Eli grinned before hurrying across the room.

“Eli, wait!” But (YN)’s calls went unheard as the band took the small stage in the back of the room.

From the first note, her attention was immediately pulled to the band as she made her way closer to the front. She felt a bit awkward at how normally she was dressed compared to how sexy every other girl seemed to be, especially those at the front of the stage trying to get the band’s attention. That just wasn’t how she operated, so she just settled in and listened to the music.

That’s when she noticed how cute the singer was. She tried not to stare directly at him, but she couldn’t help it. His look, his energy, his guitar skills, everything was attractive to her.

After the band finished their set, (YN) started looking around for Eli, but couldn’t spot her so she decided to post up by the stairs so she wouldn’t miss her if she left. She was still scanning the crowd when she heard someone clear their throat behind her.

"Hey.”

She turned around and she lost her breath for a moment, it was the singer from the band.

"Hi," she smiled nervously before remembering she was standing in front of the stairs. "Sorry, am I in the way?"

He chuckled and ran his tongue over his lip ring and (YN) felt her soul leave her body. "No, I umm, wanted to say hi. I'm Frank."

"(YN)," she replied. "You guys were awesome up there by the way."

"Thanks. I don't think I've seen you at a show before."

(YN) shook her head. "My friend got invited to the party, but she didn't wanna come alone, so here I am."

"Well I hope you'll consider coming to more of them," he shrugged.

"I could be persuaded," she replied with a coy smile.

"Maybe in the meantime I could persuade you to go out with me?"

"Oh!"

"I mean, if you don't wanna, that's fine, I just thought-"

"Yes, sorry, yes, I was just surprised," she said, covering her face with her hands as she shook her head at her awkwardness. "Do you want my number?"

Frank nodded and pulled out his phone. She handed it back with a smile as her fingers brushed over his hand.

"I gotta go help put shit away, but I'll call you," Frank said with an excited smile.

"Sounds good," (YN) replied before watching him walk away. Moments later Eli returned by her side.

"Were you just talking to Frank Iero?"

"Apparently I was," (YN) sighed dreamily.

"So what were you guys talking about?"

"Me and him going on a date," (YN) grinned.

"Seriously?!"

"Yep. We'll see if he actually calls."

(YN) was a little surprised, but really excited when Frank actually did call her the next day and they made plans to meet up at the student union for coffee. She arrived early and grabbed a table near the windows watching other students pass by.

Then she spotted Frank walking up to the building talking to a couple of other guys. He waved when they parted ways and came inside. (YN) was about to wave him over, but a couple other people grabbed his attention. He seemed to talk to them briefly, but his attention was clearly elsewhere as he kept looking across the room.

(YN) started to wonder if he would ever notice her, but she was trying to play it cool and not worry about it. She glanced up again and to her relief he was walking over to her.

“Hey, sorry, I know those guys from another band,” he said gesturing to the people by the door that he had just been talking to.

“No problem,” (YN) smiled. They ordered their coffees and settled into a comfortable conversation until a couple more people came up to talk to Frank. (YN) was prepared to wait patiently for Frank to finish his conversation, but he quickly pointed out that he was with her and that he’d catch up with them another time.

“Sorry,” he apologized again, wincing.

"Do you know everyone on campus?" (YN) laughed

Frank rubbed his hands over his face. "Seems like it, doesn’t it? I mean, I’ve gotten to know a lot of people being in Pencey but they’re apparently all here this afternoon.”

"If you're so famous, how the hell did I catch your attention then?" She laughed.

"Ugh this is gonna sound totally cliche," he said shaking his head, and looking down. When he looked back up a smile was playing at his lips. "But I saw you in the crowd and was like wow, I gotta go talk to her."

(YN) could feel herself blushing. "You probably say that to all the girls who come to your shows."

Frank shook his head. "Nah, most girls will try to throw themselves at us, which is kinda unappealing honestly. You looked like you were genuinely enjoying the music and having fun."

"I was! And yea, I've never been one to throw myself at anyone," (YN) laughed. "Probably why I'm still single."

"Well I'm not complaining about that," Frank smiled and (YN) tried not to melt into her chair. “Umm, (YN) I know I’ve kinda messed up this date, but I was wondering if you’d take a chance and go out with me again?”

“Yea, that would be great,” she nodded and Frank genuinely looked relieved.

It wasn’t long before (YN) and Frank were falling hard and fast for each other. Any lingering apprehension she had regarding his status as a total rock star on campus was alleviated when she watched him play. The girls trying to get his attention were clearly wasting their time because he only had eyes for her and after he finished, he always was by her side, arm wrapped around her proudly, letting everyone know they’re together.

When they weren’t at one of his shows, they were usually at his place since her roommate never seemed to leave. It was where they ate together, watched horror movies, studied, made out, and on a stormy night as they laid curled up together in his bed whispered ‘I love you’ for the first time.

It was another typical night, but a thought had been nagging at the back of (YN)’s mind for a while. They were making out on his bed when she decided she was ready to take things further than they had before as things started to get more heated.

"Frank," she gasped as his lips moved across her neck.

"Mmm?" He hummed, unrelenting.

"I wanna keep going, but I gotta tell you something first."

Frank pulled back, a puzzled expression on his face. "What’s wrong?"

"Nothing, I just, ugh please don't think I'm a loser, but I'm a virgin and I'm kinda nervous to…" she trailed off.

"Oh..., oh! Are you sure? We don't have to-"

"No, no, I want to," she cut him off.

"Shit I wish it were nicer in here, like I wanna make this special for you."

"You're all I need for it to be special," she smiled sweetly and Frank felt his heart leap.

"I love you so fucking much," he replied, before leaning back in to kiss her hard. "I promise I'll be so gentle, tell me to stop whenever you want."

(YN) nodded in agreement and they went back to making out. Soon Frank's rough fingers were slipping under the hem of her shirt, moving across her soft skin to her chest as his lips trailed kisses back down to her neck. Their legs intertwined as she ground her hips against his, but none of this was new territory for them.

"Can I?" He pulled back and asked tugging at the hem of her shirt.

"Yea," she replied, sitting up so he could peel it off, and discarded her bra as well.

"You're so beautiful, baby," he murmured before leaning in to pepper kisses down her body. When he got to the waistband of her jeans, he looked up at her again and she nodded him on. He popped the button and pulled her jeans down her legs, leaving kisses on the skin as it was revealed.

"Hey," she said and his attention was snapped back to her. "This isn't fair," she said motioning to his shirt.

"Right," he said, scrambling to pull off the band shirt and torn up jeans. He crawled back onto the bed and leaned in, kissing her deeply again, their hips grinding together. His hand found its way to her hip, and then back to her thigh, grazing over the soft skin of her inner thigh. “Is this ok?”

“Yea, you can touch me anywhere,” she breathed.

Frank grinned as his hand slid between her legs and (YN) let out a quiet moan.

“My roommates are gone, you can be as loud as you want baby.”

She moaned as he continued to touch her, then he cautiously slid his hand under the waistband of her panties and she jumped a little at the feeling of his calloused fingers on her.

“You okay?” He asked, pulling his hand back.

“Yea, it just kinda tickled, ya know. I’m okay!”

He nodded. “Can I just take these off?”

“Yea,” she nodded, her nerves bubbling up a little again, but not enough to want to stop.

He slid them down and dropped them off the edge of the bed with the rest of their discarded clothes. “You’re so perfect (YN), seriously.”

(YN)’s laugh quickly turned into another moan as Frank slipped a finger inside her. “Oh god.”

“You like that?”

“Yea,” she replied breathily.

As his digits slipped in and out, he started kissing down her stomach to her hips, then he was placing kisses gently on her bundle of nerves. He glanced up to gauge her reaction and the sight was almost enough to make him come undone right there. Her head was tossed back, eyes closed, moans escaping her lips. He then started to lick and kiss with more pressure and she moaned even louder.

“Are you ready (YN)?” He asked, pulling back.

“Yea, yea I am,” she nodded.

Frank nodded, suddenly feeling a little nervous himself that he would hurt her, or that this wouldn’t feel good for her. He found a condom in his bedside drawer and positioned himself between her legs. “Please tell me if this hurts at all or I need to slow down,” he said.

She nodded, closing her eyes as she bit her lip to brace herself as she felt him lining up against her, and then pressing in. It didn’t hurt as bad as she worried it would, instead it felt different from anything she’d felt before. She opened her eyes, and Frank was looking down on her adoringly.

“Are you ok? Tell me when to go,” he said, concern and affection clear in his voice.

“I think you can go, but go slow.”

He nodded and languidly began to pull back before slowly pushing in again. He kept this up until he could see her start to relax, then he started to move a little more quickly.

“Yea, I like that,” she moaned.

“Want me to go faster?”

“Yea, I’m ready for it,” she nodded.

He leaned in and kissed her deeply as he began to move his hips more quickly, swallowing the moans and gasps that escaped her lips.

“I’m close,” she gasped as their hips ground together. He nodded in understanding and continued doing what she was clearly enjoying.

“Frank, Frankie yes, oh my god,” she moaned as he felt her come around him. He wanted the way she moaned his name to be the only sound he ever heard for the rest of his life. It was sweeter than the best song he’d ever heard.

She opened her eyes just as he came and she tried her best to commit the expression to memory. His lips were kiss swollen, his lip ring glinting in the dim light of the lamp on his desk across the room. His cheeks were lightly flushed. His eyes, as he opened them to look at hers were soft and full of so much love, she could hardly stand it.

“Are you ok? Was it good?” He asked earnestly.

“Perfect. I love you so much,” she murmured.

“Sleepy now?” He asked, cleaning himself up.

She nodded as she slipped out of bed as well and grabbed her panties and his shirt off the floor. “Thank you again for making that so wonderful.”

“Anything for you love,” he smiled as they climbed back into bed. He wrapped his arms around her as she fell asleep on his chest.

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