#he's just....growly scary man

[abimopectcre]

Spirit whisper be damned, he supposed. With all of the work that Kafka and Elio put into suppressing his mind, was it worth it when they had to do it again and AGAIN? Oh, how he longed to simply become mindless, to give them an excuse to gift him with RELEASE from the pain his BONES carry. [ He is not a human, but a blade. A simple blade made for RETRIBUTION. Only then will he get his end. ]

Even bathed in moonlight, the hunter regards coldly. It has lost meaning to him, the shadows of the light more in tune with the light itself. [ Yingxing enjoyed this, and he died long ago. ]

"You're here."

@thalassancharm

[lushrue]

thinking real heavy about phone sex with price while he’s deployed (afab!reader, nsfw under the cut, minors do not interact!!)

cw: mutual masturbation, very light breathplay, author has never written smut before 😅

you can hear it in his voice the minute he picks up the phone. he’s tense, frustrated, wired. he’s got this growly tone that you jokingly call his “grizzly bear voice.” it only comes out when too many somethings or somebodys have pissed him off, and that’s not uncommon when he’s out on a mission. he’s so passionate about what he does, one of the things that made you fall in love with him. so the least you can do is provide him with some relief, right?

“love,” you murmur into the phone, cutting off his rant about some recruit running off half-cocked and almost compromising their position. he sighs exasperatedly and you can almost hear him slumping back in his chair. “yeah, dove?” he replies, crossing his arms over his chest. you smile despite his sour mood, determined to set him right again. “it sounds like you’re in need of some stress relief, hmm?”

you swear you hear him perk up. it was the trigger phrase the two of you had adopted after you had gotten particularly spontaneous and john almost got walked in on by one masked lieutenant. now, those words meant he was rushing to lock the door and set his phone to do not disturb. “i could use some, yeah,” he said, his voice low and husky. he’d already begun to chub up in his cargos, his palm pressing down on the firmness between his legs.

you smile, getting yourself into position as well. after all, it was only fun if you both got something out of it. you slid your shorts off and settled back against the pillows of your shared bed. “i thought you might say that,” you purred, your voice lowering to match his. “you’ve just been working so hard, lovie. and the days are so long, aren’t they? just so pent up and frustrated.”

the telltale sound of his belt buckle clinking meets your ears, followed by the rustling of fabric and a low groan from your boyfriend. “mmm…yeah, doll, ‘m all pent up,” he replied as he thumbed at his head, pre already leaking from the tip of his hard cock. his breath caught in his throat and you knew from that little hitch that he’d started. so you did too, your hand sliding below the waistband of your underwear to find that delicious little bud.

your fingers pinched at your clit, eliciting a gasp and breathy moan from you. you imagined the look on price’s face, the longing he no doubt had to be with you and replace your hands with his. just the thought of having him home in bed with you made your pussy clench, your breathing starting to speed up. his did too, starting to stroke himself slowly. you loved how he dragged sex out when he was home, but with so much distance between you, you’d almost prefer he dropped some of his characteristic restraint. he was a military man first and foremost, and that meant almost supernatural control over his body and its urges.

“touchin’ yourself, pet?” he asked, which you responded to with a whine and murmur of assent. words wouldn’t come to you at the moment. his chuckle sent shockwaves through you, the wet shlick of his hand barely audible through the tinny phone speaker. “good. tha’s my good girl. just keep on like that, keep makin’ y’rself feel good for me.” even thousands of miles away, he still managed to control you. it was scary and exhilarating all at once, the hold he had on you. price shifted on his cot, the pace of his strokes picking up as he shut his eyes and let his own personal porno play out in his head. he’d been with you long enough that he had your body memorized. he could see exactly how you looked sprawled out beneath him, face flushed and so eager for him. the image made him stiffen harder, if that was possible.

you obeyed, of course. you were his good girl after all. the sound of his heavy breathing was enough to get you going good, your chest heaving as the pleasure built in you. your fingers traveled lower, gathering your own slick on your fingers before pressing two inside. it wasn’t the stretch you needed and you whined, scissoring your digits to mimic the width john provided. you heard him coo condescendingly, a blush rising to your cheeks. “what’s the matter, sweet girl? your fingers not doin’ the trick?” you shook your head in reply before remembering he couldn’t see you. “nuh-uh,” you mumble, thrusting in and out in time with the sound of his strokes.

price groaned at the sound of your breathy voice, the way you got all high-pitched and squeaky when you were horny. “need you, i need you so bad,” you continued, putting the phone on speaker so that you could have both your hands free. you laid the phone on the pillow beside you, your now-unoccupied hand coming up to circle your throat. if you went far enough in your head, you could pretend that it was price’s thick palm pressing against your windpipe, squeezing your neck to give you the head rush you loved. “feels so much better when you do it.” that stroked his ego good, his nostrils flaring as his hand worked more furiously at his aching cock. god, the things he would do to you when he got home.

“you can do it, dove. come on, curl your fingers the way i do. hit that pretty little spot for me.” the moan you let out was all he needed to know you obeyed him. his hand tightened around himself, cum threatening to spill out of him right then and there. but he choked it back. he wanted this to play out just a little longer. “tha’s it, good girl,” he crooned, focusing in on your breathy whimpers. your fingers worked furiously, the pressure in your belly building as you got closer and closer. “god, you sound like heaven. nothin’ sweeter in the world, love.” 

his words carried you closer to the edge, each press of your fingertips against your g-spot sending a bolt of pleasure through you. your back arched, the phone slipping down off the pillow to be closer to your hips. with this new position, he could hear how wet you were, the sound of you delicious in his ear. he groaned, deciding to just give in. he wouldn’t last long with those sounds in his head. “come on, dove, need ya to cum for me,” he breathed out, the wet sounds of him stroking his cock resuming. “wanna do it together. give it to me, baby, i know ya can.”

his encouragement helped, your arousal pulling taut like a rubber band. it was ready to snap, you could feel it. your fingers set a relentless pace, abusing your pussy as the heel of your palm pressed against your clit. “john! john, fuck, i’m gonna-” “i know you are, sweet girl. go ahead, cum for me.” and you did, hard. stars exploded behind your eyelids, low groans echoing in the empty bedroom as you worked yourself through it. the sound of your boyfriend, your captain, finding his own release reached your ears from where your phone sat against the plush of your ass. you picked it up, your breathing heavy as you came back down to earth together. price flopped back down on his cot, a hand over his chest as he willed his racing heart to slow. he was getting too old for this shit.

“good, baby? feel better now?” you asked, taking a moment to relax before cleaning up. you heard him sigh, the sound one of contentedness rather than exasperation like it’d been before. “yeah, dove. you always know just how to make me feel good.” that makes you smile, blinking slowly as you sink into the mattress. “miss you, john.”

“miss you too, lovie.”

constructive criticism greatly appreciated, i wanna write more of this type of stuff but i am very inexperienced when it comes to writing smut!!

[kayhi808]

Please feel free to ignore this if you have done this already but your recent post made my day that it’s got ideas HAHA. Thank you for sharing us this Bucky and his family!

Anw, what if it’s the reverse? Abby doesn’t really understand much of her mama and bucky’s dynamics but she knows, Bucky is her’s and mama’s. AND her mama is HER mama and bucky’s Doll. They belong with eachother. What would happen if there are scenarios where men or even young adults find her very attractive (she’s a milf like that) and/or talk abt her and flirt with her? Will she confront them like what she did with Megan’s mom? Or call help from Bucky? Or Both?

Thank you for this Ask! Abby doesn't like other men giving you attention either. In her brain, the 3 of you need to be together. No one is going to bust that up. Haha! Bucky may have to step in.😉

You and Abby are at a coffee shop waiting for Bucky. His meeting is running long and The Tower is just around the corner. You order yourself an iced tea and a juice for Abby. The young barista included a lemon cake when you picked up your order. "Oh, I didn't order this."

He winks at you and smiles, "It's on the house."

Blushing, you thank him and walk Abby to the benches outside. You catch Abby frowning at you. "What's wrong?"

"Who dat man?"

"A worker at the coffee shop "

"Why he winks at you like dis?" She blinks.

"I don't know, maybe because he was being sneaky and gave us a lemon cake."

With raised eyebrows "Did he steals it?"

Probably. "No, I'm sure he bought it for us. If you don't want it, I can eat it myself."

"No! I wants." Abby laughs and does a happy wiggle.

"Do you mind if I sit here?" You look up and a man is asking to sit on the the other side of the bench. You look around and you and notice most of the seats are taken. "Sure." You gather Abby closer to you.

He looks down at Abby, mouth sprinkled with crumbs. She just stares at him."That looks really good." Abby nods and wipes her mouth off on her arm. Looking back at you, "She's adorable."

"Thank you," you smile down at Abby.

"Like mother, like daughter." Abby frowns at that. "I'm Mike." He hold his hand out to you.

"Stranger danger, Mama!"

You bite your lip, holding back a smile. "You're right, baby."

Mike laughs, "Sorry. Smart girl. We can still talk and get to know each other so we aren't strangers."

"Bucky not liking that."

"Who's Bucky?"

"He's my Papa & he's big and strong and angry."

You laugh, "Baby! I'm sorry, I am seeing someone." To Abby, "Finish your cake."

Mike produces a business card, "If you change your mind."

"Mama not changing mind!" Abby mumbles around a mouthful of cake.

In the blink of an eye, the card is snatched out of Mike's hand. "Change her mind about what?"

Abby's face lights up with a smile, "Papa!" She launches herself off the bench before you can stop her. Bucky effortlessly snagging her mid air. The Winter Soldier glare never leaving poor Mike.

"He talk to Mama & she said she seeing someone so he try give her card. If she change her mind."

"is that so," looking at the card, "Michael?" Bucky flicks the card back at Mike and he flinches.

"S...sorry. It was a mistake." He quickly gets up to leave.

Abby cackles at his retreating back.

"Was that really necessary?"

Bucky leans down to kiss you, "Evidently it was." Turning to Abby, "Did you just call me Papa?" The Winter Soldier glare is no where to be found, but in its place is a look of joy and wonder.

"Yous my Papa Bear. Growly and scary," squeezing his face between her palms, "but I no needs be scared cos you my Papa. You scared them nots me."

"That's right, my girl. You never have to fear me." Bucky hold her close and presses a kiss to her forehead.

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[frogchiro]

your butcher!ghost stuff has been living rent free in my head lately like i keep rereading your stuff and i go feral over it. like he’s so in love with reader that he just dreams of them living together, having children and being the perfect family. but his thoughts become sinister and he just thinks of different ways to fuck her and to breed her. like he’s losing self control.

Butcher!Ghost might be obviously disturbing, his mind a dark and bleak place but don't be fooled, he's extremely self aware and that's the scary part. Everything he does is with a surgeon-like precision and when his mind starts to wander to you, your warm home, potential babies and any kind of threat to that dream? Yeah, that's when he'd start to loose himself but he's completely aware of it.

He'd get more gruff, growly and aggressive. He's a huge man, standing at an impressive 6'4, broad shoulders and a thick and muscular body and he's honestly terrifying to look at, especially when he's looking at some poor soul with those bleak, dead, deep brown eyes which only seem to light up nowadays when you enter his shop with that radiant smile of yours and a sweet "Hi Simon!".

A night, when he's back in his old bed he dreams about sitting behind you, his strong arms supporting you as you hold your newborn baby close and allow it to feed from your breast, the chubby baby looking up at its parents like they hung up the stars in the sky and sweet you who is smiling down at your littl cub while humming a soft song.

Simon's breath would turn erratic, leaving that happy place in his head and being painfully greeted with the bleak reality of his dark and cold apartment, almost yelling in frustration because he just...wants you so so much, wants that dream of his, that little family to become true so badly it hurts. He knows he has to do something, he needs to make his move.

[actualbird]

in relation to that last ask about Luke (Figuratively) Being A Distrustful Stray Dog Towards Comforts and inspired by a convo with chika khickuwa, but i think that the person who saw luke at his MOST distrustful dog era was none other than aaron yishmir

i mean, imagine being aaron. youre a doctor, and youre also an agent and member of a government security agency and all your coworkers are sent on jobs straight outta the mission impossible franchise and just when you think your job cant get any wilder, you meet this sullen angsty young man—no, this CHILD, this LITERAL TEENAGER at the MISSION IMPOSSIBLE AGENCY and this literal teenager is like grrrr dont get close to me im scary and mean and im Agent Raven and i dont deserve nice things because im a weapon and a soldier first

and aaron is like nuh uh you arent

and thus begins aaron's mission to Make Luke Accept Nice Things. which is an arduous process. it's much like getting a feral stray dog to calmly accept treats for your hand. luke is all growly and standoffish and is like no, im Not a Good Dog Good Person, im a Guard Dog Agent and Guard Dogs Agents dont need to be coddled with Kindness and Comforts but aaron pushes through! even when that feral stray dog figuratively bites him!

or even literally bites him, like during self defense practice like

aaron: im not letting you out of this headlock until you say yes to dinner with my wife and i--OW, DID YOU BITE ME???

and aaron never lets him forget it

aaron: he BIT ME once

mc: oh my god he BIT YOU???

luke: PLEASE, IT WAS ONE TIME

mc: im so sorry hes not usually like that i promise

aaron: no no i shouldve been more gentle with him he mustve been spooked

luke: sTOP TALKING ABOUT ME LIKE IM A DOG!!!!!

anyway aaron is eventually successful at Taming The Stray Guard Dog Luke and luke, for all that hes growly in the beginning, eventually adds aaron into his mental list of People He Would Die For

[merci-bitch]

please write those headcanons for Janeway!

Sure thing ! A bit long whoops

Not my gif!

- Janeway is a very gentle lover

- This whole situation between the two of you happened after she got the letter from Mark, saying he’d moved on and married someone else

- It was no secret you were one of Janeway’s favourite crew members

- She was very protective of you

- You were one of the youngest, but older than Harry onboard

- After an away mission that left you injured with a few bruised ribs, Janeway was a little too worried

- The first to notice was Tom

- He mentioned it to B’Elanna. And she started seeing it as well

- Well, Tom, B’Elanna, and few more started making little theories

- Pairing the two of you together

- Later on, even Chakotay joined in

- Kathryn was very against any thoughts like that

- Chakotay told her about the “rumours”

- She was shocked, but not as surprised as she thought she’d be

- She started keeping her distance from you

- It was wrong

- She realised that she cared very deeply for you

- Perhaps more than she should

- You didn’t really understand what was happening, but respected her distance

- She was your captain after all

- It wasn’t until B’Elanna asked you how the captain was with a wink in her eye

- So you went to the captain and talked

- It caused a little stir between the two of you

- Eventually it calmed down, but she still kept her distance from you

- Slowly she started apologising for herself and how inappropriate it was

- You started spending time together again

- She was still a little distance, her feelings for you still a little tumbly

- It was eventually Chakotay who pushed her towards you with reassurance

- But it was small at first

- She told you she cared deeply for you

- So it kinda built from there

- Slow and gentle

- You started spending more time together, dinners and hours in the holodeck

- Kathryn is very much for physical affection in private

- A hand stroking your cheek, a shoulder squeeze, a kiss on the cheek, a side hug, you name it

- She misses it too, after so long in the delta quadrant

- She’s very fun outside her “captaincy”

- She still holds her distance on the job and refuses any viable PDA, she’s still the captain

- Loves neck kisses

- She loves cuddling

- A MASSIVE TEASE AND FLIRT

- Honestly

- So many smirks and looks

- It’s insane

- Her voice is already low and growly, but when she lowers it even further??

- Oh boy

- You’re done for it

- It later comes out that the two of you are involved

- No one was really surprised, and none had anything against it, much to Kathryn’s relief

- She’s so protective and loving it’s just so <3

- She doesn’t treat you any different

- Perhaps shes a bit harsher with you, because she still wants to maintain those different qualities

- She’s still your captain

- HUGE DOG LOVER

- She misses her beautiful girl at home

- You’re her rock

- Specially when something rough happens and the crew becomes one man shorter

- It takes a pull on her

- During the void she shut you out, much like Chakotay, but still wanted you close

- After the darkness she slowly comes back, with your help of course

- Many people see the captain as a happier person with you

- But she’s still the same old captain

- Kathryn reads a lot of books

- She often says it’s literature, but sometimes it might actually be erotic love stories

- Purely innocent of course

- When she’s about to lose a game in the holodeck, she pulls rank

- Something to notice when she’s upset or angry is that she tends to mumble to herself. Perhaps stress clean her quarters. You find it amusing sometimes to watch

- But don’t get on her bad side

- When she’s angry, she’s scary

[boltlightning]

hey gamers. the dead man’s chest soundtrack has been rolling around my head a lot lately; the extended soundtrack from this playlist has been a godsend. specifically i want to gush about the instrumentation.

the potc soundtracks use a standard orchestra composition, focusing on strings and brass and less on woodwinds. DMC introduces the kraken and davy jones, who are associated with davy jones’ organ (of course) and — well. hans zimmer went nuts and recorded the orchestra, then piped that recording back over the music through a guitar amp. it sounds uncannily like an electric bass (and yes, a guitar now and then), so for our purposes i am going to say it sounds like electric bass with CRUNCHY reverb. it seems a little counterintuitive to associate ancient and cursed beings with more modern, experimental sounds, but altogether it creates this delightful, otherworldly, primordial rock band feel.

let’s take the track from when we first meet davy jones, dutchman arrival, for instance. it gives us a touch of that electric bass underneath jones’ theme when the sailors first show up, then pivots to normal orchestration as will is fighting. HE doesn’t know who they are, only that they’re odd — and when jones shows up finally, you get the bass holding that melody all on its own, this terrifying, growling refrain that sounds like it’s seething just under the surface. an undercurrent…a heartbeat, perhaps.

hold onto that thought. let’s move on. davy jones and his organ. jones having something as dramatic, expensive, and dominating as an organ on his ship speaks to how authoritative his character is — he’s playing his self-pitying music while his crew is breaking their backs to keep this awful ship sailing. he plays it solo, then the entire orchestra joins in, and beneath it all…the thrum of a heart. the melody of jones’ theme fits lock-and-key with the beat of a heart. here, everything is orchestral, but we’ve added the warm tones of choral voices under it all, like this is a horrible waltz that everyone aboard is doomed to keep dancing. and then it spirals into discordant chaos.

as a bonus: pipe organs have the countermelody playing with foot pedals, usually. imagine jones and his peg leg playing this kind of shit while the squid beard tickles the keys

i also L O V E the chorus humming in the back half of the whipping scene. it makes my skin crawl.

this all builds to the second kraken attack, the attack that introduces the viewer to the kraken in person. just…the constant buzz of the bass under these insane, warning low brass flourishes. the guitar-alike sound is in full force here and drapes this growly, eerie echo over the entire score. just when you hit the natural apex of the song, when you think you might reach some sort of musical resolution, it cuts out for a caesura — and bursts back in with the organ melody, huge and overwhelming over it all, as the kraken FULLY CRACKS A SHIP IN HALF. just in case you forgot who made this all happen. this is the EXACT way a heroic theme would triumphantly emerge in any classical piece of work. eat your heart out, holst.

the way jones’ theme is reprised with horns in the ship to ship score is so chilling too. it’s played in will's instrument after all! it's this teeny little bit of hope, a sign the pearl might get away — yet it’s getting lost in all the tenor voices just to really remind you how hopeless this all is. and then everything drops away and jones’ theme fully emerges in the low bass; it’s raunchy and nasty and so, so scary. god. what a score.

they do such a good job with the themes, even without visuals it’s so easy to tell who is on screen doing what in any of the tracks from the wheel of fortune section (specifically heart madness on the extended soundtrack). if there’s soaring brass and string stings, you know local romance heroes will and norrington are trying to kill each other on the wheel. if it’s quiet with a plucky little string soli, low reeds, and snare accents, you know jack is doing some shenanigans off to the side. if there’s deep and growling bass and organ swells, it’s elizabeth and pintel and ragetti racing against the crew of the dutchman for the heart.

in particular there’s this delightful bit in the track immediately preceding it, 3-way sword fight, where the melody starts and stops as all three dudes with swords are getting their footing on the various precarious places they take their fight. it builds and builds, and soon the melody is getting juggled by three different groups of instruments as elizabeth gets drawn into the fight too. talk about chaos.

on a related, but more lowkey character note: i ADORE that beckett’s associated instrument is the harpsichord. you only hear it a little bit in the track when will is bargaining with beckett. the harpsichord immediately puts you in the mind of aristocratic england; it was a household instrument back then, it’s plausibly an instrument beckett could play himself! it’s particular, but at the same time it’s subtle. it’s not dominating. he’s a new player in the game with a unique position, and damn does he know how to play the game.

and FINALLY. to compare beckett to someone ostentatious in a much different way: jack is associated with two themes, summed up perfectly in this track. this big, great, sweeping, seafaring melody we know and love, with regimented snare drum and timpani, the whole nine yards. it invokes jack’s reputation, the captain in his title…and then it fades to that stupid little soli, the gremlin trickster we all know and love.

yet compare that track with this demo of the same themes — it’s the exact same music, just with a solo piano, and it sounds so moody, even when the key and tempo pick up. THAT’S the power of instrumence baby! the texture, timbre, and context of any given melody changes the weight and impact, even if the notes are exactly the same. 

finally finally: i hope the timpani player finds a million dollars every day in the street.

ok. phew. this soundtrack makes me want to go learn cello and i needed to get that out of my system. thanks for coming to my tedtalk.

[hellosweetart]

Alright since my two fanfics are coming together, I can give you a little sneak peak for the one with fucked up MilkBread.

“Honey? I’m home~”

Nacha’s heart immediately sank when she recognised that low, growly voice outside the door. It was her husband! No, her ex-husband! Actually, she doesn’t want to give him that title, not after he caused her and her daughter a lifetime of fear and torment. Nacha thought she and Anastacha had finally escaped the possessive clutches of that man’s prison after he had been arrested and locked up in the loony bin for good. They finally had the courage to denounce him as the father and husband. The patriarch of the house. Their own blood. She thought she and Ana could start their life anew in the quiet countryside without having to worry about the insanity he put them through. But the depraved claws of their past had escaped the gates of hell and they’ve come back to drag them back down with them.

Thump! Thump! Thump!

Let me know what you think.

~ SK Francis anon 🔪

Omg I am beyond words, just reading the paragraph is making me sit on the edge! Damn its scary as hell, I cannot imagine the fear that both Nacha and Ana are feeling. I wonder what will happen? I am sure there will be like cat and mouse game, like in most horror games 🐭🐭😼

Can't wait to see them in action!

[godkilller]

--- Now he was being mocked. He was sure of it. "No?" He said, in equally insincere timbre. "Gee, I must have been thinkin' of another cutthroat shinigami lord. No, wait.. That's all three'f ya." And of course this was not meant as an insult. Their power was one of their main attractions. Though even Renji steered well clear of Kaname Tousen. He'd had no success cozying up to him at all. Not that he would count his modest relationship to Ichimaru and Aizen 'successes', but.. They were worlds friendlier than the blind man. Perhaps because he was blind, Renji had argued on his own at times. For one, the world must be a scary place if you could not see, and second.. He wasn't good-looking to this man..

"Even if ya don't slice off my arm 'r worse, yer boss might." He'd had a few words to choose from 'boss', 'mate', 'ally'. None truly fitting, it seemed like, but he supposed the one he chose was safest. Aizen might very well choose to punish him for this, but at least his curiosity was feeling somewhat sated.

He huffs. Ichimaru was pulling his leg, he could tell. "I wanna do more than kissin'ya an' ya know it," he flings back. "'s a dangerous thing, ya know.." Before the shinigami came around, there were not so many stronger than he. A select few that he knew to watch for. The rest.. Well, it was generally a free-for-all walking buffet or sexual prospect. With the shinigami..? He has to reign himself in some.

SURPRISINGLY, GIN RARELY MOCKED SO BLATANTLY, he typically kept his snide remarks to subtle little snarky comments rather than anything outright. Unless it was Aizen, in which case Gin went for a playfully bratty approach and often enjoyed seeing whether or not he managed to rile the man into reprimanding him. Bold behaviors rooted in a taunting sort of amusement he derived from getting a composed man to showcase a lack of such composure when it mattered most. No, Renji wasn't the type to inspire Gin to such behaviors normally. But this situation was rather different -- what with the Arrancar coming onto him, just about.

❝ My boss, huh? ❞ The wording was funny to Gin, if not because of the subordinate implications -- that Gin was somehow not much different from the rest of the Espada and Arrancar within Aizen's army -- but also because the word usage was unfit for a beast. 'Mate' was practically unspoken... or on the tip of the Hollow's tongue.

❝ I suppose you're right, he can get a bit growly when territorial about somethin'... or someone. But last I checked -- cap'n AIzen doesn't own me. Not yet, at least. If he feels so inclined to enforce that idea onto others, I'd wonder why he hasn't made it more clear to me first 'n foremost. ❞

Gin grinned wide and sharp. He was being an absolute bastard with that bullshit of a challenge. Perhaps if Aizen overheard he'd feel all the more compelled -- and then Gin could laugh and laugh about the pull he had on his supposed 'boss' with mere taunting words. Leaning, Gin cooed at the desires Renji let slip, falsified vanity appeased, preening practically at the admission of lust aimed his way.

❝ Guess you'll jus' haveta yearn 'n hunger from afar, then, seein' as it's too dangerous to do anythin' other than kiss me. ❞

[the-whispers-of-death]

imagining that stone never actually gave katie any name to call him, and despite obviously hearing sylvester and/or kali sometimes use his actual name, she never did, cuz it felt weird. cuz he never introduced himself!!!

so. she has to improvise and just. every time they meet its a different nickname, all of them horrid

"hi mister scary creepy guy :)"

"uhh, sir stares-a-lot?"

"hey growly man!!!!"

"has anyone seen my girlfriends dad? not that one, the one who doesnt blink"

yknow. im messing with the idea of her calling him Bharat once after finding it out via who-knows-what. but. which one keeps their last name in the marriage and who doesnt? or do they both keep them?? hmm

~ rusty

Technically, Katie can only call Grim Reaper!Stone Bharat and be right about his first name, because he's the only one who took his father's first and middle name as his own. Every other Stone's first name is Vikram with his middle name being his father's name.

As for who keeps their last name in the marriage... I'm not sure. The only reason Stone kept his middle and last name when medically transitioning was because he wanted Bharat to know that despite disowning him, he'd always be Bharat's son. And I feel like he might change his last name to Sylvester's since they're married but he might just keep Mishra as his last name for the same reason he did when he transitioned.

Either way, I can't see Sylvester changing his last name to Mishra unless he was really adamant about it. Because Stone knows being a Mishra isn't all it's cracked up to be.

[allthingsdarkanddirty]

HE'S BIG, BAD, BOSSY, AND NEVER LETTING HER GO!Coveted by the Hunter by Lynnea Lee is new and ready to quench your thirst for gorgeous, growly aliens. Universal: https://geni.us/CbtHRead it #free with #KindleUnlimited! HEATHER When I offered to help the scary alien hunter rescue his friend, I had no idea the seven feet tall brute planned on abducting me. Now I’m stuck in a shuttle with my growly, purple captor, speeding away from everything I ever knew.

Nov’k is sinfully handsome, covered in muscles, and claims he wants to wake up every day with me in his arms. He makes me feel beautiful for once in my life. Too bad he’s also the bossiest warrior on this side of the galaxy.

He may be bigger and badder than I am, but if he thinks he can kidnap me and order me around, he’s in for a big surprise.

NOV’K I always thought I’d find my mate among the Earth females at the new hunter’s base, but the one who catches my attention is already mated. To distract myself from the disappointment, I take on a mission to rescue an unknown hunter from a group of hostiles.

That’s when I meet Heather. She doesn’t just smell like mine; she’s smart, brave, and willing to help me despite the obvious dangers. My plans change immediately because nothing can ever make me leave her behind.

And once she’s in my shuttle, I’m never letting her go.

Lots of action and steam ahead, and as always, HEA guaranteed! CW: brief references to body image and beauty standards.

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Lynnea Lee is a recovered serial monogamist who now lives in her forever home with the man of her dreams. Still hopelessly addicted to the feeling of falling in love she now feeds her habit with a routine prescription of romance novels and rampant imagination. When she is not dreaming up fantastical stories of love, lust and romance, her hobbies include talking to her plants, putting on a full face of makeup to stay home on Saturday nights and hugging her dog longer than is appreciated.

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[frogchiro]

that post u reblogged about nikolai being this scary russian man has me swooning over him 😵‍💫

like sure he’s someone who u definitely don’t want to cross, but when he’s with u he’s so sweet. he whispers sweet talk in russian to u as he has his cock stuffed into u, cockwarming him as he takes a break from working on some mechanical work.

ur chest heaves and ur eyes water, eye lashes sparkling with tears as u babble from him to move, some other than slow thrusts.

but he shushes u, placing kisses on hickeys he’s gingerly sucked into ur neck and collarbone. ur wearing his jacket, the smell of him invading ur senses and his slurred but humbling words of his mother tongue r just enough to drive u over the edge <3

big burly russian man 😵‍💫😵‍💫

- 🛸

YES EXACTLY YOU GET IT UFO ANON

Nikolai while usually maintaining a chipper attitude, sometimes bordering on smug and teasing but with the people he holds dear? He is as caring as can be and will go to great lengths to protect them, especially for you, his pretty young lady :((

Nik will whisper sweet nothings in russian to you as he nuzzles into your neck to kiss it sweetly as you whimper and whine at the stretch of his huge cock lodged deep inside you. Even without moving you still feels the pleasurable sting of being filled to the brim with your lover, his tip nudging at the innermost parts of you making you whimper and clench, which pulls a deep, growly sound out of Nik and makes him nuzzle into you further. Just a slow, deep and comfortable lovers embrace full of love and trust♡

[egg-emperor]

Lord, Eggman just 🤤🤤🤤 angrily yelling at me and shaking me by the shoulders

Yes sir yell louder 🥴🥴🥴🥴🤤🤤😳😳😳

YEEEAAAHHHH I'm so crazy about the thought of him yelling at me angry and sternly disciplining me hfufuhdhgjhkfsb My first two games, Heroes and Shadow 2005 and show of X have moments of very angry and aggressive Eggman that first made me fall in love with it but every moment in every game always gets me like 😳💜

I wanna be good for him and I don't want my man to be so stressed and angry and have high blood pressure all the time lol buuut if accidentally messed up and got to experience his wrath and rage for myself, I certainly wouldn't complain and he can do as he pleases to make sure I pay for it and learn my lesson ;)

I'd love for the big strong angry scary man to charge towards me with big heavy stomps, yelling and growling

and grab me firmly and shake me in the strong grip of his huge bear paws like this 🐾 I definitely won't be going anywhere when he gets his hands on me, not that I'd want to if I had the choice anyway!

I want him to get right in my face and let it all out as he yells at me at the top of his lungs! Just like when he's at his angriest in Heroes to Chaotix over the walkie talkie, the solo Lava Shelter Egg Dealer scene, in X, Unleashed's Egg Dragoon fight, or Sonic and Tails R for a few examples because I always swoon. having him all up in my space when he's like that would be a dream 🥰💕

I'd be delighted if this were my exact P.O.V, I'd love it wouldn't mind if he spits in my face too hehe 🤤

Also love the thought of when he gets a bit quieter after that big outburst but still talks through gritted teeth and growls like this:

And when he finally stops to catch his breath after all that energy because I'll never fucking get over this audio AHHKJDHBJFKCBFHDJ:

Hearing that and feeling each of his hot heavy breaths against my face, having him so close his forehead and nose are pressed against my own, and the intensity of his harsh glare into my eyes would get me so weak with my heart racing! I'd love it especially if he wasn't wearing his glasses to see the coldness of his icy blue eyes... 💙

Still keeping his tight grip on me and his soft, strong, heavy body pressed against mine so I'm trapped there and have no choice but to look right into his beautiful eyes and listen closely, he speaks in a harsh lower quieter voice with more words for me to make sure I got all that or else and his hissing whisper makes me shiver.

He's so intimidating and despite my trembling, I look up to him with love and fear in my eyes because he's so dreamy. I can't help but admire the fire in him and the tension and he looks so handsome with a deep frown and gritted teeth, just as much as he does with a beautiful smile! He's so loud and gruff and growly like a big scary fierce bear 🐻😍

I want him to scare me and get my heart rate up because it's so shocking and intense that it's thrilling and exciting. It's the same as when my heart is thumping and blood is pumping with love and excitement for him, only it's from the heat of his rage and roughness in the physical confrontation this time and I feel the love arrow go through my heart all the same! 💘

He'd notice that I like it with the obvious signs but also that there's still fear in my eyes and how I tremble with shaky breaths along with the excitement, so he's satisfied to make an impact. He'll judge and tease me, scoffing like he thinks I'm pathetic but a smirk slowly spreads across his face, proud that he can make me fear him but also crazy for him because he's that great.

Then he grabs me again to kiss me roughly this time and tells me there are ways to make it up to him and relieve him from the stress. He has a lot of things in mind for me involving a bit of "punishment" that I'll very happily take and prove I want to be good and loyal for him and I've learned my lesson to do better next time- but if I don't he'll make sure I'm dealt with accordingly 🥴💘💜💕

Oops I got a bit carried away, can you tell that I think about this a lot hdhbbskgnsbdkg

[eeunoia]

ENHYPEN Imagines

In Between

part one ; part two ; part three

pairings: jake sim x reader x park sunghoon

summary: you have a toxic relationship with jake sim and suddenly, his bestfriend, park sunghoon meddled in.

warnings: toxic relationship, written in tag-lish

word count: 4k

note📎: The result was based on the poll, don’t come at me. You guys were the one who voted. I hope you guys liked it! it really means a lot to me whenever you let me know what you think about them, re-blogs and comments are well appreciated. btw, i love you guys and thank you for supporting me up until now. have a nice day/night! 🤍

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Jake and Sunghoon dropped their gears in unison and stormed out of the field to go to you. Wala na sa isip nila kung mapagalitan man sila ng coach nila. All they can think of was you.

When they arrived, Jake saw how Shin was hovering over you. Agad lumapit si Jake at binuhat siya paalis sayo. What he saw next broke him. You’re in tears and you have scratches all over your arms. He kneeled down and cupped your face.

Sunghoon threw sharp glares at Shin that quickly intimidated and scared her. “What the fuck did you do?” he asked in growly manner. It’s obvious that he was so pissed and that scared her.

She gulped, eyes getting teary as she avoids Sunghoon’s piercing glares. “I-I—” hindi na natuloy pa ni Shin ang sasabihin dahil agad din namang sumagot ang kaibigan mo.

“She suddenly just come at y/n. She’s mad because you and Jake are giving her attention.” sagot nito na nakapagpa-inis pa lalo sa binata.

He clenched his jaw in anger but refused to say anything. When he glanced at your direction, he saw how your friend is now helping Jake to carry you. Lumapit siya at agad silang nagkatinginan ni Jake. Ang kaninang tensyon ay saglit kinalimutan para sayo.

Sunghoon walks closer to you then extends one of his hand and wiped off some of your hair away from your face. He felt more pissed when he saw the bruises you got over your face. He caress your cheeks using his thumb before looking at Jake.

“Go take her to infirmary and I’ll handle this.” Sunghoon told Jake that he agreed to right away. Naglakad na si Jake palabas sa gymnasium para madala ka sa infirmary at magamot ang mga galos mo.

When Sunghoon assured you aren’t there anymore, he turned around and the emotions over his face faded as he removes his practice gloves. He tilted his head and dangerously roamed his eyes around your class.

Even before he can say something, one of the girls came forward with a scared expression.

“I’m sorry Sunghoon! It was Shin who told us to go after y/n because she’s cheating over Jake with you. We just thought you don’t deserve it and so—”

“Who are you to decide what treatment I deserve, huh?” his tone was cold and really scary. It made the girl lost her words and gulped out of fear.

They knew Sunghoon as someone who’s not really approachable but they never saw him this way. Cold and emotionless. The blank look over his face gives off dangerous energy and honestly, everyone’s intimidated over him.

“If you think you’ll get away from this easily then think again.” he warned them and his eyes settled over Shin.

You slowly opened your eyes and the first thing that greeted you was the white ceiling. Your brows furrowed in confusion as to where you are. Another thing is that you can feel almost your whole body aching. It was odd and you can’t even remember what happened.

Iaangat mo sana ang kamay mo para hawakan ang nasakit na ulo ng maramdaman mong may nakahawak dito. You glanced over it and saw Jake’s sleeping figure just beside the bed you’re laying on.

‘Jake?’ you said inside your mind. Your eyes slowly trailed over his jersey uniform and that’s when it hits you. Nasa practice sila kanina habang nasa gym naman kayo para sa p.e class nang biglang...

You gulped and raised your free arm to see a lot of scratches all over it. Hindi mo na alam ang mararamdaman ng maalala kung paano ka inaway ng grupo ni Shin. Their words suddenly flashed back through your mind and somehow, it affected you.

Ang ipinagtataka mo ay kung paanong andito si Jake kung may practice sila? Your memory of him was a little blur but you remembered him carrying you and Sunghoon caressing your face before Jake took you here. You lost conscious out of tiredness after that and it made Jake so worried.

Your free hand slowly reached over Jake’s head and you gently ran your hands over his hair. Nagulat ka ng bigla siyang magising. Agad nanlaki ang mga mata niya ng makitang gising kana at agad na lumapit sayo.

“Baby! You’re awake, how are you feeling?” he asked you worriedly.

A part in you felt something inside you jumping in joy at how he’s reacting at the moment. It was like seeing the old Jaeyun you dated months ago, the Jake you fell in love with. His worried puppy eyes and the way he hold you was so gentle.

“I-I’m okay, Jake. What are you doing here?” you asked and you feel that your throat are feeling a little dry. He didn’t answer your question and quickly helped you to sit down.

“Do you need anything?” he asked, you gulped before answering his question. Nakatitig ka lang sa mga mata niyang nag-aalala. Hindi mo talaga alam kung paano ie-explain ang nararamdaman.

“Water please.” sabi mo sa mahinang boses. Agad tumango ang binata at binitawan saglit ang kamay mo para kumuha ng tubig sa may water dispenser.

Jake helped you drink some water and one of his hand gently snaked at the small of your back as he kept on staring at you with worried eyes. “How are you feeling?”

You pursed your lips before smiling a little, “Okay na ako. Bakit ka andito? Diba may practice ka pa.”

His furrowed brows became deeper, “Don’t mind it. I skipped my practice.”

This time, it’s your turn to furrow your brows. Jake stood properly and extend his hand closer to your face to wipe away some of your hairs in a gentle way.

“Huh? Bakit? Mapapagalitan ka ng coach mo.” ngayon ikaw na ang mukhang nag-aalala. Jake never skip practice! He’s very serious about that sport because he really likes it. He would skip anything but that so it made you really confuse.

He shakes his head, “I said don’t think about it.” then he reached over your hand and caress it. His eyes turned even more serious as he saw some scratches at your hand that he was holding.

“Your Mom is on her way to pick you up. I’ll see you later, okay?” kahit gulat sa nalaman na pupunta ang Mom mo para kunin ka ay hindi parin mawala sayo ang pag-aalala para kay Jake.

When your eyes met, his lips pulled a sad smile. You can see his eyes reflects sadness before he cupped your face, “You got me so worried back there, baby.”

“Run 100 laps around the field Park and Sim! Who said you can skip practice that easily?” the voice of their coach slightly echoes as he shouts at the two gentlemen that was standing by the field.

Their teammates were by the corner worriedly looking at them. They wanted to help them but they know meddling in will just make the situation even worst. Alam nilang mali ang ginawa ng dalawa na bigla nalang umalis. Mahigpit ang coach nila pagdating sa mga practice lalo na at papalapit na ang malaking laban nila.

Jake huffs heavily as he wiped off his sweat using the back of his hand. He continued running around the field with nothing in mind but you. This punishment is killing him but he doesn’t feel any regret that he left to go to you. Nararamdaman na niyang nanginginig ang mga binti pero tuloy parin siya.

When they’re both at their last laps, they can hear their friends cheering for them continuously. They kept on running and running until finally they finished up the 100 laps. Their coach watch them with strict eyes before he sighs and lets put his hands over his waits.

Jake and Sunghoon collapsed over the field as they try to catch their breaths completely exhausted after running so much.

“I don’t want the two of you leaving practice again like that, understood?”

Both of them screamed their answer and so their coach lets them go to take some rest. Their teammates walked over their shower room while they both stood up and walked at the closest bench where there waters are. Jake sat down and silently grabbed a bottle for himself. Hindi sila nagi-imikan dalawa at patuloy lang sa paginom ng malamig na tubig para mapawi ang pagod na nararamdaman nila. They’re just facing the vacant field right in front of them without saying to each other.

It’s odd how they’re silent right now. If its normal days, they probably jokes around one another but because of the tension due to past events, they’re treating each other like strangers.

Habang tulala si Jake na nakaharap sa field, napatingin siya sa phone niyang nakapatong sa duffel bag sa tabihan niya. Someone texted him. Agad niyang kinuha ‘to at nakitang ang Mommy mo ang nagsend ng mensahe sa kanya na sinasabi na nagpapahinga ka na raw at pinasasalamatan si Jake dahil hindi ka niya pinabayaan.

Jake remained silent but you can see peace over his face now. The only thing that mattered for him was for you to be fine and now that he know that you are, he totally have no regrets of leaving practice like that. He knew if something similar happens, he will do it again despite the warning their coach had given a while ago.

He sighs and quickly fixed his things inside his duffel bag. Tumayo na siya at aalis na sana nang pigilan siya ni Sunghoon. He stopped from his tracks but remains having his back at him.

“Jay told me about you finding out my feelings for y/n months ago.” seryosong sabi ni Sunghoon sa kaibigan at natigilan si Jake.

His hold over his duffel bag tightens as he clench his jaw slightly. He’s thoughts are once again at a mess right after hearing that from him.

“Why did you not confront me?” Sunghoon asked to his friends with a serious and confused tone. Dahan dahan humarap si Jake sa kanya.

“Why did you have to do those things? For what exactly?” he added, halata sa mukha ni Sunghoon ang pagtataka. Halo halo na ang emosyon niya pero may isang nangingibabaw. Guilt.

The truth is, Sunghoon liked you even before Jake did. He’s just too nervous to confess and just enjoyed admiring you from afar. He thought he can take his time and just settle for that for a while without knowing that Jake, his bestfriend will fall in love with you too.

Hindi alam ni Sunghoon ang mararamdaman ng isang araw na lumapit si Jake sa kanya na may malalaking ngiti sa mga labi. Kilalang kilala siya ni Sunghoon and he knew how genuine Jake that time so he can’t help but to feel very happy for his friend.

(the italicized words are flashbacks)

“Hoon! You wouldn’t believe it. I think I’m in love!” it was afternoon and Sunghoon was enjoying his time by one of the vacant rooms at their campus when his friend suddenly went inside looking so excited. Napangisi siya at tiningnan ang kaibigan.

In love? Siya? Now that’s going to be interesting. Sunghoon always thought Jake would be a very good boyfriend someday and so when he heard about the news that he’s in love, he couldn’t be more happier.

“Talaga? Kanino naman?” nakangiti na malawak niyang tanong sa kaibigan.

Jake smiled brightly, his eyes were almost speaking for himself how much he adores this person. “Kay y/n! Grabe pre para akong pinana ni kupido ng milyong beses.” sabi nito na nakapagpablangko ng utak ni Sunghoon. The smile over his face suddenly faded.

His bestfriend was in love with the same girl he’s in love with...

“What will you do, Hoon? Does Jake know already?” ilang araw ang lumipas matapos sabihin ni Jake ang tungkol sayo kay Sunghoon, nalaman na rin ‘to ng mga kaibigan nila.

Umiling si Sunghoon sa tanong ni Jay. Sa kanilang pito, si Jay lang ang nakakaalam ng tungkol sa nararamdaman ni Sunghoon para sayo. He grew worried of Sunghoon but he can’t help but to feel happy for Jake.

Sunghoon stayed silent and didn’t bother to let Jake know. How can he do it? When he can clearly see how happy he is and how he is making you feel happy as well. He was watching both of you like some side character from a classic movie. Envy in his eyes and his heart aching but still choose to not let anybody know. For the sake of your happiness and for the sake of the friendship.

But one night, Sunghoon just couldn’t take it anymore. He thought when he gets used to it, pain will soon subside and eventually he will be happy for the two of you. But the more days and months passed by that he’s seeing you together, the more he feel the pain inside him.

“Hello, Sunghoon? Why you calling at 2 am dude?” maririnig pa ang pagod sa tono ni Jake ng magising siya mula sa mahimbing na pagkakatulog isang araw.

Biglang nakita niyang tumatawag si Sunghoon sa kanya ng alas dos ng madaling araw. It was so not him that’s why he instantly felt worried.

“I love her. I love her even before you did. I love her so much that its killing me to see her happy with you. Bakit ang unfair naman? Sa lahat naman ng makaka-agaw ko bestfriend ko pa? God knows I will choose our friendship over anything else. You are like a brother, Jake. It just hurt like hell, man. To see the girl you love in love with someone else.”

Jake was lost of words after that phone conversation with his friend. His thoughts was a mess and he can’t help but to blame himself for this. How can he be so naive? Those faces Sunghoon make whenever he saw you and Jake together. The sudden change over him when you and Jake became a couple.

Hindi alam ni Jake kung anong gagawin niya. Mahal na mahal ka niya pero hindi niya maiwasang makaramdam ng guilt kasi naisip niya, kung hindi ba siya pumasok sa eksena, kayo kaya? If Sunghoon confessed first, will it be his friend and not him? His heart aches just by the thought of it.

“Gago ka ba? Bakit mo sinabi ‘yon kay y/n? Nag-away ba kayo?” Jake remained silent as his Heeseung hyung lectured him.

Naririndi siya. Alam niyang mali ang ginawa niya at kung nalungkot ang mga kaibigan niya dahil nakita ka nilang nasaktan sa ginawa ni Jake, pwes nadurog siya. Parang sinasaksak siya ng paulit ulit sa sakit tuwing naiiisip niya ang reaksyon ng mukha mo ng sabihin niyang umuwe siya mag-isa kasi may pupuntahan pa sila magbabarkada.

“Hoy Jake!” tawag pa ni Heeseung ng biglang ligpitin nito ang mga gamit ng walang sinasabi.

Jungwon stopped his hyung to say more words and tried calming him down. Walang umiimik sa kanila pero masama ang tingin ni Sunghoon sa papaalis na si Jake. In his mind, he was cursing him badly because he didn’t let go of you just for him to treat you that way.

Nagtataka sila sa biglang pagbabago ng pakikitungo ni Jake sayo. Wala silang malaman na gawin tungkol dito dahil kahit anong sabihin nila, parang bingi si Jake at hindi nakikinig. That’s all they can do because at the end of the day, it’s still your relationship and they’re out of it.

Jake hid himself as he silently watch how you wait for your bus on your way home. He’s been doing this ever since he stopped taking you home. He’s secretly following you to make sure you are home safe.

Nang makitang makapasok kana sa loob ng bahay niyo ay napatitig siya at naramdamang kumikirot nanaman ang puso niya. How did you guys suddenly end up this way? If he’s the one to be asked, he wanted to be with you for as long as he lives. Jake don’t know if he will love someone else like the he did to you. But Sunghoon is also very important to him. And after knowing about his feelings, he couldn’t just turn blind eye over it. He knew he needs to atleast make way.

“I dare you to kiss (girl’s name)!” everyone around them cheered when they heard the dare that was given to Jake Sim.

Jay threw a party and of course they are invited. Nagkatuwaan at syempre hindi mawawala ang truth or dare na laro. You were there together with Jake but clearly, you’re not having fun. Kanina pa may mga lumilingkis sa kanya at hinahayaan lang sila ni Jake. He wanted so bad to push them away and console his sad little angel but he knew he have to do this.

He smirked to cover his pissed off expression. Why would she dare him something like that when he knew he have a girlfriend?

(girl’s name) went closer to him with an excited grin over her face. She cupped Jake’s face and was leaning in when his eyes followed your figure who’s walking out of the scene.

The girl’s face was so near to him when he held his wrist slightly pushing her away. She furrowed her brows at him.

“What are you doing?” Jake asked with a serious cold expression over his face. The girl looked taken aback and flustered.

“U-Uhm, doing your dare?”

“Don’t touch me I have a girlfriend.”

“Well she’s gone now.” she said and seductively smirked before started to lean closer again when Jake pulled away.

“I said don’t fucking touch me.” he said completely pissed and decided to drink the liqour as a punishment of not doing the dare. He also dropped a few hundred bucks as payment for the said dare.

He left the scene and left everyone silent. Agad niyang sinundan kung saan ka nagpunta at ng hindi ka mahanap ay nagdecide nalang siya umuwe habang tinatawagan ang kasambahay niyo para sabihin na ipaalam sa kanya kapag nakarating kana sa inyo.

Malakas ang kabog ng dibdib ni Jake ng hilahin mo siya kinabukasan sa may likod ng building. Habang nasa harapan ka niya at inilalabas lahat ng sama ng loob mo sa kanya, blangko ang isip niya. All he can think about is how he missed you so much. You two see each other often but still, due to the situation, Jake feels like you’re far awar from. Like you’re slowly drifting apart and it scares him... it scares him so much.

Jake kept his mouth shut and his mood drops when he noticed Sunghoon’s figure not far away from where you both are. He’s sure that you aren’t aware of it since you’re so focused at him.

“What?” Jake asked you. When he saw your reaction, his heart cracked.

‘I’m sorry, baby.’

“Wala ka ba talagang ibang sasabihin? Really, Jake Sim? What? Ayon na ‘yon? Wala man lang sorry y/n, wala lang ‘yon y/n, please mag-usap tayo y/n--”

“Why? You’re the one who suddenly ignored me. Why would I say sorry?”

‘Sorry, baby. Wala lang ‘yon. Please, i miss you so much.’ those unspoken words plays inside Jake’s mind as his mouth speaks different ones.

“You kissed (girl’s name) last night at Jay’s party.” you looked so broken and Jake fights himself to stop his arms from caging you into a tight hug.

“It was a dare.”

‘..And I didn’t kissed her baby. I pushed him off because I love you too much.’

It broke Jake. The sight of you hurting right now was the worst for him. He doesn’t know how he can even pull up a smirk in front of you when he can clearly feel his heart suffocating.

“What? You’re going to break up with me?”

‘Please, no.’

Jake stared straight right to your eyes, hoping that somehow you can see through them. That somehow you’ll know deep inside he’s aching for the two of you.

“We both know you can’t, y/n. You can’t live without me.”

‘I can’t live without you, baby.’

A lot of thoughts played inside his mind. Your old memories together flashed back right in front of him and broke him as he saw how hurt you are right now. He leaned back and sighs, trying to put some air back inside his heart. He left you there and leaned back at the wall a few feets away.

“You left her with Sunghoon?” napalingon si Jake sa kaibigan. He just nodded and was about to walk pass him but Jay stopped him.

“You know you don’t have to let go of her if you really loves her, right?”

Jake looked at him and he looked so tired. Jay feels bad because both of his friends are in a complicated situation. He’s torn who to support.

Jake didn’t said anything and just walked away. He couldn’t say anything anymore.

He thought he can suffer and give way for his friend but Jake was wrong. When he learned about you sneaking out of the school with Sunghoon, he lost it. It was like he was hit by something, and it hit him hard.

“Selos ka ‘no?” napalingon si Jake kay Heeseung ng biglang tanungin ‘yon ng kaibigan matapos mo siyang iwanan at sumama kay Sunghoon papuntang cafeteria.

Jake clenched his jaw and fist, “She’s your girl, anyway. Get her back.”

And that’s when Sunghoon’s and Jake’s war started.

(end of flashback)

“I thought I can do you a favor... I really didn’t know you like her, dude.” Jake said as he lowered his head.

Sunghoon kept his serious face, “Exactly.”

“You don’t know about it so why feel guilty?” Sunghoon asked and Jake raised his head to look at him.

“If I didn’t had my chance with y/n, its because of my own fault. You had nothing to do with it.”

“B-But--”

“Do you love y/n?” natigilan si Jake sa tanong ni Sunghoon sa kanya.

He pursed his lips before confidently answering, “Of course. I love her with all my life, Hoon.”

Instead of seeing a displeased expression, Sunghoon smirked at him. “That’s all I have to know.”

Sunghoon sighed, “You should stop worrying for me, Jake. I think I can take care of myself.”

He smiled at Jake and his friend was just silently looking at him, checking his expression. He scoffed, “Just go and see your girl. I bet she missed you already.”

Jake gulped and nodded, “Thank you so much, Hoon.”

“Say sorry to y/n for treating her badly. And never,” Sunghoon’s smirk fell and he showed Jake a serious face. “ever hurt her.”

“Makakaasa ka.” sabi ni Jake bago nagsimulang tumakbo papunta sa shower area para makapaligo na at mapuntahan ka sainyo.

Sunghoon’s smile grew bigger before he raised his hand that was holding his phone and put it beside his ear, “Is that enough for you to stop doubting his feelings for you?”

Sunghoon called you moments before he confronted Jake. You are now crying after hearing about what has been really happening for the past months.

“S-Sunghoon,” you cried, feeling bad that you can’t return his feelings for you.

He scoffed, hiding the sadness that slowly creeping inside his heart. He sighs, trying to push back the tears that are about to come out from his eyes.

“Hey, I didn’t let go of you just for you to cry.” he jokes and you sniffed because he’s just to nice.

“Be happy for me, okay?”

Jake hurried to go closer to you when he saw you waiting patiently by your house’ front door. You are wearing your cute pink pajamas and was pouting cutely while waiting patiently for him.

He sighs and lets go of his duffel bag to accept your embrace. He snaked his arms over your waist as he bury his face at your neck inhaling your familiar sweet scent.

“Baby what are you doing here? You should be resting.” he scolded you.

You sniffed starting to cry already, it worry Jake and he quickly pulled away from the hug to cup your face. With furrowed brows, “Hey is something wrong? What happened?”

You pouted and sighed, “I love you.”

Jake’s heart raced at what he heard. He dropped a quick peck over your lips as his eyes started to tear up.

“I love you more, baby.” he said and you couldn’t believe what you’re seeing. Jake Sim is right in front of you, crying.

“I love you so much, y/n. Sorry for being a bad boyfriend.” he said and stared at your eyes.

Something caress your heart to see this side of him. He looked so vulnerable looking at you lovingly and full of affection, all for you. You raised your hand to wipe off those tears away from him.

“You don’t have to say sorry for trying to be a good friend, love.” you said and flashed him an assuring smile.

“We may be stuck in between but always know that I’ll always go to you. It will always be you that I’ll be choosing.” you assured him and he can’t help but to lean closer to give you a sweet and passionate kiss.

“I love you so much.”

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🦈Kirishima HC’s🦈

Absolutely no one asked for this i just like him a lot

He’s an adult in all of these. 20s-30s at least. Some NSFW because I’m a big perv. Minors do not interact. Shoo.

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General:

He is in the dictionary under Himbo, right next to Kronk.

Works part-time as a fitness instructor before making a name for himself as a pro hero. Most of his clients are middle-aged women, because he makes people feel safe. Before long, word gets around and he amasses this like. Loyal army of jacked housewives and older ladies who are his biggest possible fans. They mother-hen him like crazy.

Has a large and complicated extended family. Lots of cousins. You will never learn all their names, don’t even try. I have no idea if his parents have canon occupations but no matter what Horikoshi says, they actually own a mountain onsen. Kirishima went to the city by himself to go to middle/high school, his family is all off in the country somewhere and he gets homesick a lot but never admits it. He’s broke for a long time even after making it as a pro hero, because he sends most of his money back home.

He’s a dog dad. You cannot, WILL not convince me otherwise. Big dogs. Small dogs. Fancy dogs. Ugly dogs. He has a whole pack. He calls them all baby, sweetie, pupper, the worst and most embarrassing baby talk. Tells them about his day. All of his furniture is wrecked. He’s an active member in online dog groups, where he is careful to use a pseudonym and never show his face, but eventually people are going to figure out that Red Riot’s dogs look an awful lot like this one user’s....

He’s in a casual taiko group, always on the o-daiko. Loves participating in festivals and parades. He has never, ever, not once, worn a shirt while drumming. Probably has been gifted at least one antique taiko drum for his hero work, and he keeps it in his house but is too afraid to play it because it’s scary valuable “uhh it’s definitely haunted”

Regularly goes out drinking. Socially and responsibly, like clockwork, always with the same people. He’s a goddamned lightweight, and no one understands why. Will mope if he has to miss a night out at the izakaya.

So he’s clean, but sloppy. House looks like a tornado ripped through it, and nothing he owns matches. Not a single thing. I mentioned the dogs.

Will absolutely use “manly” as a replacement for “awesome,” and will constantly tell you how manly you are. Your actual gender is a non-issue. If you hang out with him for more than five minutes you’re manly as hell now.

He cries a lot? Sometimes it’s for show but he gets genuinely misty-eyed over the dumbest things. Do NOT show him pictures of puppies.

He’s good at braiding hair. His or yours. When his hair isn’t hardened, he likes doing all kinds of wacky stuff with it. He usually keeps it long enough for braids, ponies, buns, quirk-assisted faux-hawks, whatever. Mina has given him many bad ideas. He will definitely steal your hair bands and accessories, if you use them.

His fridge is just like, meat and beer. He will, if forced, consume perhaps one single vegetable. Unfortunately, his B.O. reflects this. God bless him - he showers and bathes daily, because he works out a lot and is just generally hygienic. But don’t ever touch his socks barehanded.

He wears the cheapest, most predictable cologne you can imagine, the kind that comes in an aerosol can and punches a hole in the ozone every time he sprays his pits. It smells stupidly good on him. How. so fucking manly. you kind of hate him for getting away with it.

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And now, the 🌶 Spicy Ones 🌶

Does not date or hook up much; wants a serious relationship.

Has a tough time getting dates, weirdly. He’s still secretly insecure, but mostly he’s got rocks for brains and never knows how to flirt. He ends up friendzoning most of the people interested in him, because he is, in fact, a little too chivalrous for his own good and can never make the first move. He’s an emotional open book, but clueless romantically. I recommend being extremely straightforward. Draw him a map if you have to.

Is afraid to kiss you too deeply because of the teeth. Will take a lot of gentle encouragement to get him comfortable, but once he knows you’re safe, he’s going to be kissing you all the time. Like, too much. People are gawking, Kiri, for God’s sake.

He radiates massive doses of husband/dad energy. Will immediately marry the hell out of you. If you are capable of and willing to have his children, you are going to get extremely pregnant. Very quickly. Not necessarily a breeding kink (though why not), he just really wants to start a family with you.

He’s Big. Just huge. Tall and broad, and also... his dick is a summit and you will need to prepare for the climb. He’s had problems in the past because no, not everybody wants ALL THAT inside them. That said, if you can handle it? Woof.

Hard as a rock is No Joke with this man. Can and WILL use his quirk on his dick. If you don’t think that’s the first thing he mastered as a teenager I dont know what to tell you. Ever used a glass dildo? Well buckle up cuz it’s like if a massive glass dildo whispered sweet nothings in your ear and held you close in big strong arms and fucked you till you cried. It’s a sometimes thing. Otherwise you’d simply pass away.

He loves your brains. Your smarts and wit are a huge turn on, and he gets a boner when you use a word he doesn’t know. He also loves fucking your brains completely out, so that you cant use any words at all.

He’s a devout church-going body-worshipper. He’s so jacked that’s it’s constantly intimidating, like, how dare you stand next to this chiseled statue of a man?! but whether you love power-lifting with him or would rather die than exercise, he’s gonna treat you like the prettiest fucking piece of cake on planet earth.

Size kink ahoy; he gets his big grabby mitts on you... and you psychologically lose three feet. Doesn’t matter how tall or small or fat or thin you are, you are getting groped, squeezed, and manhandled. You didn’t even know it was possible to get thrown around like that; always onto something soft.

Not dominant. Not unless you ask very, very nicely. had a brief pushy phase at the peak of his teenage manliness obsession, unconsciously trying to be more like Bakugou, but he quickly realized controlling people wasn’t really him. It certainly isn’t very manly. Doesn’t want any toxic masculinity in his love life, even as roleplay.

That said, he can and will be a soft dom, if that’s what you want. After some practice, he’d get pretty good at it too. But his natural sexual groove is goofy, a bit awkward. Usually finds a non-sexual excuse to touch you at first; prepare to get tickled a lot. If you sit in his lap it’s all over.

If you get dominant with him, even a little, he’s gonna turn to putty in your hands. Go ahead and boss that big dumb puppy around. Nothing turns him on like seeing you get exactly what you want.

You’ll have morning wood pressed up against your ass. Every damn day. He might hump and grope you in his sleep, moaning a little. Usually it just wears off. If you wake him up to fuck, he’ll have no idea what’s going on but will be like “hell yeah i guess this is happening”

Gives oral like a starving man. Has absolutely zero reservations, because he knows his tongue and hands can’t hurt you. Will be as loud and messy as possible. If you get embarrassed or shy about it, he’s going to mumble sweet talk directly into your junk until your teeth fall out.

He’s vocal in bed. Growly. A moaning groaning disaster. He says the sweetest, gentlest things... has the cleanest dirty talk you’ve ever heard, but tenderness filtered through his bourbon-barrel chest comes out all dark and rumbly, especially when he’s close. you feel his “I love you” in your bones

He thinks making his partner cum is the manliest thing he can do. Any orgasm is good, but if you cum untouched on his dick, he’ll be riding that high for days

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SterekWeek2020: Day Seven (Halloween)

(so late, but finally here!)

~

Derek was acting strange.

And yeah, Stiles supposed he really shouldn’t be that surprised. Derek was always acting strange in some way or another, it seemed like. For a man who had basically built his reputation on the idea that he was this big scary werewolf, Derek Hale had shown himself to be a lot more complex than that.

But the point was, Derek Hale was acting strange. And Stiles didn’t know why.

It started with the little things. Things like Derek vanishing out of nowhere and coming back to the loft much later in ruffled clothes and a pleased expression on his face. Stiles had asked the betas on multiple occasions what the hell was happening, but none of them ever seemed to know.

Or really care, for that matter. Erica would shrug and drag Boyd off to her room for some ‘alone’ time and Isaac would proceed to wrap himself in blankets and hog the TV, the volume up much too loud to cover up what Stiles could only assume were sounds he was glad he didn’t have the enhancements to hear.

Sometimes, there were perks to being human.

Derek always came back, of course. The first time he’d vanished, Stiles had been over helping Isaac with his homework— something Scott had roped them into. It had started as a pack study group, except then the young Alpha had gotten back together with Allison and spent more time at her house than at the loft anymore.

It didn’t help that Isaac needed the help, too. And Stiles would like to say that he had a heart of gold, thank you very much, and was kind enough to never abandon the beta.

Also, he got to hang around Derek— er, the other betas. At the loft. Nothing else.

The one downside was Peter.

When Stiles had asked him about Derek’s mysterious getaways, Peter had only smirked over the top of his book. And Stiles knew the asshole knew exactly where Derek kept going, but he was very conveniently keeping that information to himself.

Which made Stiles feel a little less bad when he spent time at the loft pretending Peter didn’t exist. 

The first time Derek had vanished out of nowhere, Stiles had waited until the man came back. And Derek had come through the loft door hours later, shirtless and in ripped pants, looking like he’d gotten into a fight with a mountain lion and lost. But when Stiles had bombarded him with questions, refusing to leave until he got some sort of answer, Derek had just shrugged and locked himself in his room, leaving Stiles alone in the silent loft.

He’d tried to get Derek to talk since, he really had. Stiles had even attempted to follow the man once, but he’d only made it to the preserve before he lost Derek among the trees.

It was probably werewolf stuff, Scott had said. He didn’t seem very intrigued that Derek was living a secret second life, but Stiles supposed he hadn’t expected the boy to be. He just wanted someone to be as curious as he was and the betas were a bust, Scott was too obsessed with Allison, and when Stiles had tried to bring it up with Lydia, she’d proceeded to turn around and walk away.

It was Derek’s business, she’d said. Which… yeah. But still. Stiles was confused.

Months ended up passing since that very first day. Derek continued to act strange on certain days and go on mini-vacations, and Stiles continued to be utterly lost. It wasn’t until he’d nearly given up that things finally changed.

It was Halloween night when Stiles finally figured out Derek’s little secret.

He knew the betas planned to go around town in their beta forms, scaring the crap out of little kids, but Stiles had already decided he wasn’t going with them. Because when someone inevitably called the cops and Stiles’s dad showed up, he was not going to be the betas scapegoat.

No, Stiles planned on hanging out at the loft with the others to watch scary movies. Derek had been a little stubborn when Lydia first volunteered his place to meet up, but the man had eventually given in. Even Derek Hale knew better than to argue with Lydia Martin.

And Stiles totally wasn't looking forward to spending time at Derek’s loft. Totally not at all.

He might’ve been a little.

Except Derek wasn’t at the loft when Stiles arrived.

“Okay,” Stiles said, coming back into the main room after doing a thorough search of the loft. “Where the hell is our mighty Alpha?”

“Why does it matter?” Scott asked, looking confused. He was curled up on the couch with Allison, and she didn’t look too worried either. From where she sat in the other chair, Lydia didn’t even glance up from her phone.

“He’s gone,” Stiles said. “Again. Doesn’t that ever strike any of you as strange?”

“Not really,” Scott said. Allison shrugged.

“Maybe he's out doing something.”

“Like?”

She glanced at Scott, who shook his head. “Keeping an eye on the betas?”

“Derek doesn’t babysit the betas,” Stiles said, running a hand through his hair. “I’m pretty sure he’d sooner eat his own hand.”

“Gross, Stiles,” Lydia said, making a face. Stiles rolled his eyes.

“You know it’s true. He’s gone again. On Halloween night. What the hell is more important than scary movies and candy on Halloween night?”

“Why do you care so much?” Lydia said, a familiar glint in her green eyes. It was that knowing look she’d gotten the first time Stiles had complained about Derek’s antics. Glaring at her, Stiles fished out his keys and started toward the loft door, grabbing his hoodie from the back of the nearest chair.

“I don’t,” he said. “But the asshole is being weird and I’m going to go figure out what he’s doing.”

“Oh, come on, Stiles,” Scott called. “You’re going to miss the movie!”

“There’s plenty of time to watch scary movies tonight,” Stiles said, waving a hand over his shoulder. “I’ll be back.”

Stiles was pretty sure Scott started to say something else, but he didn’t stick around to listen. 

And yeah, maybe Derek’s business was Derek’s business or whatever. But Stiles was pretty damn curious and he’d had enough. The man was hiding something from them and for some reason, nobody else seemed to care.

What if he was in trouble? Secretly dying? Had an embarrassing hobby that Stiles totally wanted to know about?

The possibilities were endless.

He wasn’t exactly sure where to go looking for the man. The preserve was usually Derek’s go-to when Stiles attempted to follow him, but that never ended well. One time, he’d ditched the Camaro on the side of the road and literally disappeared— and Stiles hadn’t even known what to think about that.

Maybe Derek was also part ghost. A werewolf alpha ghost.

Okay, maybe not.

Stiles ended up deciding to do a quick drive of the town. Because if Derek really was being a ‘disproving Alpha’ to the betas, then he might as well find out before wasting his night looking for one grumpy-growly werewolf. And maybe he could get to see Derek chew them out too.

That was always amusing.

There were already tons of people out, even though it wasn’t that dark yet. Stiles wasn’t really sure where the betas would go, but he may or may not have put a tracker into Isaac’s phone the first time Isaac let him borrow it. 

It wasn’t like he didn’t trust the boy or anything, but Derek’s betas always seemed to be getting themselves in trouble. And Stiles knew there was no way he was ever getting his hands on the phones of the other two.

He’d put a tracker in Derek’s too, if he could only figure out what the man’s freaking password was. It wasn’t like Derek was good at technology but damn, if the man didn’t know how to keep unwanted visitors out of his phone.

Isaac’s phone placed him all the way across town. In one of Beacon Hills larger neighborhoods, probably scaring the crap out of innocent little kids, if Stiles was right.

He was.

He caught sight of the betas almost immediately— and quickly ducked down. Because Stiles hadn’t gone with them for a reason, remember? And that reason was looking at him right in the face in the form of flashing police lights and Stiles’s dad looking disappointed, giving the betas the chewing-out that Stiles had kind of hoped to see Derek giving.

The grumpy Alpha, on the other hand, was nowhere in sight. Stiles did spot a small group of trick-or-treaters and their parents watching, though. 

And a giant black dog, standing a little ways away from the flashing lights.

Stiles tilted his head, watching the dog curiously. He couldn’t make out a collar, but it seemed well-behaved enough, sitting on someone's lawn and watching the betas get lectured. It almost looked… interested. In a scarily human way.

Suddenly, dark amber eyes were locked on his own and then the dog was watching him.

Stiles jerked, hitting his elbow on the steering wheel with a curse. And when he looked back, rubbing at his funny bone, the dog was gone.

As if it had never been there.

Stiles stared for another long moment before shaking his head, wondering faintly if he was going crazy.

He drove off before he could get caught by one of the betas or worse, his dad, determined to have nothing to do with them being idiots. At this point, it was much darker, and Stiles figured he was never going to find Derek unless the man wanted to be found.

Which clearly, he didn’t.

So Stiles headed home, deciding to grab a few of his favorite horror movies before heading back to the loft. He’d probably already missed the first one, but that wasn’t a big loss. Scott had brought it and the boy had terrible taste in movies. 

He still hadn’t seen Star Wars yet.

Stiles hadn’t spent Halloween at home since his mom’s death. Before, they used to decorate the house and hand out candy, but things changed when she passed. And Stiles wasn’t a little kid anymore. His dad worked Halloween night anyway, and Stiles hated to be alone in the silence, so he usually ended up going to the McCall’s instead of hanging out alone. 

Or, that’s what he’d done before the pack. Before he had other people to spend the holidays with.

Stiles would never admit out loud how much he kind of loved it.

Which brought him back to his sour mood and the fact that Derek wasn’t around tonight. Stiles didn’t think he’d be so offended if the man would just tell one of them what he was doing. It wasn’t like he was worried about the asshole or whatever, but… it’d be nice to know.

That’s all it was.

Stiles grabbed a few movies, a bag of chips (because Derek never had any good snacks around), and headed back out into the night to see a large black dog sitting on his lawn.

The large black dog.

Stiles froze, movies in one hand and the bag of chips in the other. For a moment, he didn’t move and the dog didn’t either, looking at him with those eerily knowing eyes.

“Uh,” Stiles finally said, taking a nervous step back. “Hey, there, doggie?”

The dog growled. And if Stiles was being honest, it looked a lot more like a wolf than a dog, big enough to probably rip out his throat with ease.

Stiles suddenly froze, staring. 

A grumpy-growly wolf-dog. Following him and the betas around, all while Derek was on the loose who-knew-where...

“No freaking way,” Stiles breathed. “Sourwolf?”

Either he was losing his mind and talking to stray wolf-dogs, or Derek was sitting right in front of him. Not ripping his throat out, which Stiles supposed he should be grateful for, but was this really the secret the man had been keeping for months?

“Oh my god, dude, you go furry now?”

The dog snarled, stalking forward. Stiles squeaked, dropping both the movie and bag of chips. He stumbled back, ramming against the door, and fumbled blindly for the doorknob. Except, before he could yank it open and maybe spend the rest of the night hiding from an angry wolf-dog-thing, it was getting larger, less furry, and suddenly Derek Hale was standing in front of him.

Stiles yelped, clapping his hands over his eyes and turning his face away.

“Dude, genitals!”

Yeah, that sentence actually left his mouth.

And it wasn’t like Stiles had never imagined seeing Derek naked before, but if he had, it would not be in a situation like this. Stiles was far too shocked to remove his hands for a moment, but he was pretty sure that a grown man standing naked on his front porch was going to get the cops called and— and his dad could not see this.

Oh god, his dad could never see this.

“D-Derek?”

“Stiles.”

Stiles flinched, lowering his hands but keeping his eyes firmly closed. Turning around blindly, he felt around until he found the doorknob and turned it, stumbling back into his house. And after a moment, he heard what sounded like Derek following.

“Shut the door behind you,” Stiles said, finally opening his eyes but keeping them straight ahead. “I swear to god, dude, shut the door and hope for both our sakes that nobody saw you go from furry to nude in like, three seconds.”

Stiles heard what sounded like an unimpressed grunt, but he was really trying to pretend like there wasn’t a naked werewolf behind him, thank you very much. After a second, he heard the door shut, and then footsteps moved forward.

“Nope!” Stiles shouted, squeezing his eyes closed again. “Nope, do not take another step, dude! Not until you have some clothes on!”

“Stiles,” Derek growled, definitely sounding irritated now. Stiles waved a hand over his shoulder, cutting the man off.

“Nuh-uh. I’m going to go get you something to wear and you are going to stay… right where you are. Wherever you are. No moving, no going anywhere. No going furry again!”

“Stiles—”

“I swear to god, Sourwolf, I will murder you if you don’t listen to me right now.”

Derek went silent and Stiles waited for a moment longer before realizing he had the upper hand here. More than relieved, he stumbled toward the stairs, keeping his gaze firmly averted until the living room was out of sight 

On the top of the stairs, Stiles could easily freak out in peace. He was pretty sure Derek could still hear his heartbeats but whatever.

There was a naked werewolf one floor below. Derek Hale was naked in his living room.

And the man had just been a damn wolf.

“Okay, okay, okay,” Stiles said, heading for his dad’s room. The last time he’d attempted to make Derek wear his clothes, it had nearly ended in a murder, so he figured he’d go with the safe option this time. And that ended up being a pair of sweatpants and Beacon Hills PD t-shirt that Stiles was going to make sure his dad never wore again.

Derek Hale and the Sheriff sharing clothes might be something Stiles would never recover from.

He paused at the top of the stairs again, debating just throwing them down and telling Derek to fetch. But that probably wouldn’t end well either. Taking a deep breath, Stiles moved back downstairs and turned into the living room again, turning his gaze to the floor the moment he caught sight of a bare chest and Derek’s slightly peeved expression.

The man hadn’t moved, at least.

“Here,” Stiles said, thrusting the stack of clothes forward. He heard Derek grunt and could easily imagine the man rolling his eyes, but Derek took them without a complaint.

Stiles turned a little ways away, eyeing the wall with interest until the rustling of clothes turned into silence once more and he glanced back to see Derek finally clothed.

“Oh, thank god,” Stiles said. Derek rolled his eyes.

“Are you happy now?”

“Am I— no, asshole, I’m not happy! You were just naked. And before that, you were a freaking wolf. A wolf! When the hell did that happen?”

Derek’s face tightened. “It’s new.”

“New as in it started a few months ago? You know, when you started disappearing out of nowhere?”

Derek didn’t answer. Stiles groaned, rubbing a hand over his face.

“I hate you sometimes, you know that?”

“I can just leave,” Derek shot back, folding his arms over his chest. Stiles threw up his hands.

“Yeah, well, why did you come here in the first place?”

“Why were you following me all over town?”

“Following— following? I wasn’t following you, asshole! I didn’t even know where the hell you were! I was looking,” Stiles said, glaring. “There’s a difference.”

Derek’s tight expression didn’t change. “Okay, why were you looking?”

“Because I was worried!”

Derek’s eye twitched. But before he could say another word, the doorbell rang and Stiles startled, glancing at it and cursing. 

“Trick-or-treaters. But we don’t have any candy to hand out.”

“So just ignore it.”

Stiles went silent and a few seconds passed before the doorbell rang again. Cursing again, he waved Derek off and hurried into the kitchen, scrounging around before finding a box of granola bars. Figuring that would have to be good enough, he rushed back over to the door and pulled it open.

There were only a handful of kids on the step, thankfully. The air filled with the chorus of “trick or treat!” and Stiles put on his best smile, offering the granola bars forward.

One kid frowned. “Where’s the candy?”

“Not here, dude.”

“Why not?”

Stiles raised an eyebrow at him, but before he could say a word, the kid stiffened with a gasp. Turning around, Stiles realized Derek had come to stand behind him, the man’s eyes glowing bright red and his face half-shifted.

A second passed. Then, a chorus of screams filled the air and all of the kids turned, racing from the doorstep. Stiles blinked after them, then turned back toward Derek, staring at the man incredulously.

“Dude, what the hell?”

Derek looked unbothered, the red fading from his eyes as he turned back around. Stiles gazed after him, then glanced back over his shoulder, swallowing hard at the glares from the parents on the sidewalk. He was pretty sure one of the kids was crying.

Oh, this was just fantastic.

“Oh my fucking god,” Stiles said, slamming the door closed. “Derek, you can’t just do that!”

“You can’t give granola bars out instead of candy.”

“Um, excuse me,” Stiles said, gesturing around. “But do you see any candy lying around? And you probably just scarred all of those kids for life, you know!”

Derek shrugged, dropping down onto the couch. “They’ll be fine.”

“I can’t believe this is happening right now.”

The man raised an eyebrow, as if he hadn’t just nearly given a bunch of children heart attacks. Stiles stood rooted to the spot for a moment before stalking over, jabbing a threatening finger in the werewolf’s face.

“You’re going to tell me how this started. Now.”

Derek didn’t look fazed. And dammit, if Stiles didn’t hate him sometimes.

“Derek, I swear to god—”

“I don’t know what you want me to say,” Derek said. “It’s new. My mother could full-shift and now I can too.”

Stiles clenched his jaw. “And you didn’t think to tell the rest of the pack?”

“I was learning how to control it.”

“You know, some of us could have helped.”

Derek gave him a flat look. And Stiles did his best not to flush bright red, crossing his arms as he dropped into the armchair across from the man. 

“I could have helped.”

“Hm.”

“You were a dog,” Stiles stated. And to the man’s continued silence, he groaned, burying his face in his hands. “Oh my god, you can turn into a dog.”

“A wolf, Stiles.”

“Wolf, dog, whatever. You can literally rip throats out now.”

When he glanced through his fingers, Derek almost looked a little pleased. And nope, that wasn’t fair at all. Stiles had a real reason to fear for his life when he pissed the man off a little too much, now. And that was not something to be pleased about.

Not in his book, at least.

“You could have told someone, you know,” Stiles said grumpily. “I mean, other than Peter.”

“Peter?”

“Yeah, Peter,” Stiles said, “Trust me, the Creeperwolf knows.”

Derek actually looked a little surprised at that. Stiles rolled his eyes.

“I wouldn’t have told anyone.”

“What?”

Stiles looked at him in disbelief. Because seriously? He’d been trying to figure out what Derek was doing for months now. And the man still seemed surprised that Stiles had wanted to know? “Dude, do you know how many theories I had?”

Derek looked at him blankly. Stiles huffed.

“I swear to god, I thought you were in trouble or dying or something. That’s stressful, dude!”

“I was fine.”

“Yeah, well, you didn’t tell anyone that.”

Derek looked confused for a moment. Then his face did something weird-- Derek actually looked more like a soft teddy bear for a moment, instead of a grumpy werewolf, and Stiles didn’t know what the hell to do with that. “I was fine, Stiles.”

Stiles crossed his arms, glaring down at the floor. Derek sighed.

“Well, now you know, right?”

Stiles looked at the floor for another moment before glancing back up. “Why show me tonight? I wouldn’t have figured it out.”

“You were driving all over town looking for me, Stiles.”

“I was concerned!”

Stiles could’ve sworn the corners of Derek's mouth twitched. And yep, this whole thing was weirding him out. From the wolf, to the nudity, to the fact that Derek Hale looked like he was about to smile.

Stiles leaned forward, narrowing his eyes. “I’m not going crazy, right?”

“Really, Stiles?”

“I’m just saying, dude,” Stiles said, raising his hands. “This is all kind of weirding me out.”

For a moment, Derek looked uncomfortable. “The shift?”

Stiles blinked. Derek glanced away.

“It’s different. From the others. It's strange.”

“Oh my god,” Stiles said. “No, of course that's not it, dude. You being a literal freaking wolf? That’s the coolest thing ever, man.”

Derek glanced up, face a little red. Stiles huffed.

“I guess I’m just not used to having naked werewolves hanging out in my living room.”

The red went all the way to Derek’s ears this time. He scowled, but Stiles thought he could look grumpier. The glare didn't quite reach his eyes and the red of his face was definitely amusing. “Shut up, Stiles.”

“Hmm, sure. So are you going to tell the rest of the pack at some point?”

“At some point.”

Stiles grinned a little bit. “So I’m the only one who knows, then? Other than Peter the Creeper, at least. God, I feel so special.”

Derek rolled his eyes. “For now.”

“I'll take it,” Stiles said, grinning wider. To Derek’s flat look, he raised his hands. “Don’t worry, I won’t say anything.”

The man's eyes flashed bright red at that and he smirked. “No, you won’t.”

“I-is that a threat, Sourwolf?”

“You said it yourself. I can rip out throats now.”

A shiver ran down Stiles's spine, but he couldn't tell if it was a terrified one or not. He didn't think so. “I didn’t need that imagery.” And the whole smirking-threat thing totally wasn’t a strange turn on. Not at all.

Dammit.

Except before Derek could say a word again, or maybe catch wind of Stiles's teenage hormones betraying him, the doorbell rang once more. Stiles startled and Derek’s eyes flickered red again. Before the man could go scar more innocent children, though, Stiles jumped up and grabbed the box of granola bars. "Don't you dare."

Derek gave him a flat look. Stiles shrugged.

“I didn’t plan on being around tonight,” he said. “I don't have candy to hand out. Everyone is gathered at the loft anyway. Err, minus the betas perhaps.”

“They might be back by now.”

"Or they're in jail."

Derek didn't look fazed. "It'd be a good lesson."

Stiles rolled his eyes at that, glancing toward the door as the bell rang again. Derek raised an eyebrow, waiting, and Stiles glanced down at the box of granola bars again. Then, he sighed. “Okay, fine, big guy, you get one more scare. Then, we’re going to the loft. Understood?”

The man looked surprised. Stiles smirked a little.

“Or you can stay here and explain to my dad why you’re wearing his clothes when he gets off his shift.”

Stiles was more than entertained to see Derek look terrified for a moment. The big bad wolf, literally looking like Stiles had just threatened him with a stick of wolfsbane. And, full shift wolf or not, Stiles was totally remembering that.

“So?” he said, tilting his head toward the door. And was he a terrible person for allowing this? Maybe a little bit? “Are you gonna go?”

There were definite fangs in Derek half-smirk. That really shouldn’t have been such a turn on too.

Stiles was pretty sure someone was going to call the cops on his house too, just like with the betas. And wouldn’t that confuse the hell out of his dad? Stiles supposed he could always throw them under the bus a second time if needed.

Seconds after Derek opened the door, screams filled the air. Stiles glanced down at the box of granola bars in his hands.

Well…

He set them on the front porch with a ‘take one’ sign when they left, just in case. And Derek made sure Stiles knew he thought the entire thing was stupid and 'granola bars should never be a replacement for candy.' Stiles had never realized the man was such a Halloween snob.

The entire box was still there the next morning.