#hhh zip looking a little short

[fluffsart]

Theyre baaack

[iepurasdepraf]

Hhhhhi~ Um... this was supposed to be short, but uh...it's not. Part 2 soon. I hope you like it! Feed back is appreciated. I will likely rewrite this before part 2 or before it goes up on a03. Anyway! Here you go.

Acrid smoke stung your eyes until the oscillating fan made another pass giving you respite until the cigarette between your teeth burned down a little more. You needed it. That hit of nicotine to keep your eyes open even if it made it hard to at the same time. You were at the tail end of an eight hour shift, tired. Bone tired. It was day four of five and you had to come back tomorrow at 7pm. It was 4:47am. You just wanted to go home.To sleep. Thirteen more minutes and you were free. Just thirteen more. Thinking about it made your arms feel heavier, even counting your tips felt like a chore at this point. “Hey! You got a guy!” 

You were too tired to groan. You ripped the cigarette out of your mouth and asked as nicely as you could manage “Table or VIP?” “I dunno,” The other girl said, waddling past you with one of her heels off already. “Just asked for you on my way back and I said I’d get you for him.” You snuff your smoke out a little too aggressively, but she doesn’t notice. You weren’t mad at her and didn’t want her to think that so you take a deep breath and check yourself. Whatever this guy wanted would end with a big fat tip for your efforts. Not a bad way to end the night and so you pop a stick of peppermint gum in your mouth out of the tray on the table and put on your best smile while shuffling your money and zipping it up in your bag to take home. 

“Wish me luck.” You say tossing your bag back in your locker and shrugging on your ripped up black tank top on over your bra. It was enough. You weren’t going to pull out all the stops this early in the morning and you were wearing most of your layers anyway. “Good luck!” She called after you. You nearly jump out of your skin when you straight up run into the guy making him take a few staggered steps back after opening the door. He’d been waiting so close to it you were shocked you didn’t hit him right in schnoz. At least you knew who’d asked for you right away.

“Well hey there, handsome!” He was, in fact, not handsome. He was- God, he was really sweaty. Why was he so sweaty? You’d barely touched him and you felt like someone hit you with a toad straight out of a parking lot puddle.

“Hh-ih-hhh-hi.” Oh no, he was a weird one. Like really weird. He stood there in all his buck toothed glory wringing his hands, out of his element entirely in a dorky little suit with a terrible comb over and glasses that magnified his eyes to the point of comedy. Shaking. Trembling. In absolute shambles and for no reason you could see. Existing was this creature’s enemy.

Those big brown eyes blinked up at you and he said…absolutely nothing. He only got out that squeaky hi. He’d been hard to hear over the music, but you weren’t worried about Mr. Mumbles. You’d be back in the VIP soon enough by your estimation and be able to hear him just fine. You put that winning smile back on and his shivering intensified. You didn’t think his eyes could get bigger, but he responded like you’d taken your top off in front of him for the second time tonight. 

He was just your type. Those sweet old nerds that never peaked fell head over heels for you and the 80’s goth aesthetic you so carefully cultivated for work. You triggered that nostalgia for that youth they missed out on, the prime they could have had. The hot girl in their comp-sci class they could never work up the courage to even wave at in the hall and for a couple of thin easily earned, for them at least, measly dollars you could be theirs for just a few minutes. To look at and, for the right price, you’d touch them and they could pretend they hadn’t been such losers.

“What can the Banshee do for you?” “Mmm…” You glanced at the clock then back at him. There was no such thing as overtime here, little man. You couldn’t say that, but you certainly thought it at least twice before he said “I-I-I was hoping wh-” He had some kind of a tic. It looked like he flinched. Maybe he had. It made your shaved eyebrow arch.

 4’10, mousey brown hair. Greasy. Eyes watery and dark. The job came with it’s hazards and it looked like this guy might be one of them. You memorized his features, there weren’t any identifying marks you could see, just in case. Just like your boss had taught you. “I was hoping for a private, uh, show?” Oh, he was English. Now that he was actually managing some words you could hear the accent. That was weird. This wasn’t exactly a tourist destination. He must work in the city? “Yeah?” You say sounding more interested in it than you actually were. 

Your faux enthusiasm made him perk up. “I-I-I brought money! A lot of money!” He reached into his coat and pulled out the biggest wad of cash you’d ever seen with both hands, it had to be at least ten thousand dollars. You grabbed his hands and held them down between the two of you so no one else could see. “Woah! Easy there, killer!” Was he insane?! This was Oldtown Gotham! He’d have jumped for a couple of fives down here if they knew he had them. 

All he did in response was gasp when you touched him then stare down at where your hands had met his sweaty actively vibrating ones. “Let’s take this to the back, alright? You gotta be more careful.” He didn’t move at all until you moved him. Taking that huge brick of cash in one hand and his wrist in the other, you marched him to the first empty VIP lounge like he was a downright naughty boy being taken to his room.

Once the door was locked you turned to him “You could have been killed for this if anyone saw you with it.” You chastised bringing his hand up to set the cash in it. He didn’t answer, still staring at your hand on his wrist so you let him go. To his credit, he seemed to function better in the back. Maybe it had been the lights and loud music that had put him over the edge on top of whatever else he was dealing with? You didn’t know, but after a long quiet reboot he looked a little more human and a lot less like a rat that had touched the third rail. At least he was speaking up now or in the quiet room you could at least hear him better. You couldn’t tell. “I didn’t…think about it, I apologize.” He said in an awfully shrill voice making you question why was he apologizing to you? “I, ah… Well,” He held the money up again “I didn’t know how much to bring, you see, so I…well, I brought what seemed reasonable?” He poised it as a question more than an answer. Like he was asking if it was reasonable rather than explaining that it was. You squinted at him. THAT was a reasonable amount of money to him? How disconnected from reality was he? 

“VIP packages start at three fifty.” You informed with good humor after crossing your arms and he gasped like this was breaking news he couldn’t have googled before coming at all. “Well,” The man counted out a few of the hundreds then fidgeted “What’s the biggest package?” He was nearly cute. “Do you have friends waiting outside or something?” “No! Why no! No, mam, just me!” You felt your hand touch your cheek as you stared at the little weirdo in absolute awed confusion. What on earth? 

“You don’t need the biggest package then, sweetheart.” You were too nice. You should have just taken the money. He wanted to spend it and here you were talking him down like an idiot. “But I want the most time!” He said a little too loudly. God, he was desperate. Your manicured finger tapped against your cheek “We can work that out, but…what do you want?” Please don’t say sex. You weren’t even sure if security was even still in the building. “I-I need to give a presentation.” 

What?

The look you must have given him prompted him to explain “I need to give a presentation! At work! A w-work presentation and, well, I-” He melted into nervous giggles before he finished, but managed to suppress them enough to finish after a moment “I need to practice. An audience so to speak and-” Oh, he looked miserable suddenly. “I don’t…” His voice lowered to a whisper “have any friends.” Your heart felt a little pang for him. Same, man. Well, sort of. You had work friends, but it wasn’t hard to believe this guy had no one at all. “Truly, I do need this!” He added quickly “My research depends on this! I promise I don’t mean to insult you or waste your time! I could lose funding and and and-” “I’m happy to work something out with you, but let's get you a drink first, alright?” “Alright.” He parroted back while taking quick half breaths on the verge of hyperventilating. 

With peace and love, he didn’t look like a man who could hold his liquor. Nor did he seem like the type that would handle it well if he managed to so. He needed to relax. You were the complete package, you knew how to make more than a quick few cocktails. It was a part of the image. Thumbing through the Rolodex of recipes in your head you stopped on the first one that wouldn’t kill him on impact. A Friar Tuck, of course. Chocolate milk for big boys. You glanced back at him on your way to the fully stocked minibar. Big enough boys. Hazelnut liqueur, dark crème de cacao, and frangelico with, in this case, some nice cold half n’ half shaken with ice then strained in a glass.

“Sip.” You say handing the glass to… hang on a second. “Now,” You sat him down in a chair with some gentle ushering “Let’s try this again. Hello, handsome.” He giggled nervously at you and smiled a sort of odd suppressed smile over being called handsome. You realized he was trying to hide his teeth now that he as thinking about it. There was no hiding those buck teeth. “What’s your name?” 

“Jervis. Jervis Tetch.”

[softlimefluff]

selftober 19: jealous

The next morning, Rohan and I took our time waking up. We had train/bus tickets to Zama that afternoon, but that was still a few hours away. Rolling over in bed, I pulled my hand back from the mattress’ edge and snuggled deeper into the blankets. Though the morning sun was already streaming in, I didn’t feel like getting up… Peeking one eye open, I saw Rohan kicking the sheets off as he spread out over the bed, making little grunts as he stretched out.

Rohan’s shirt was pulled up and his hand resting lightly on his stomach as he slept, a gangly, adorable mess of limbs. His hair was messy, a strange sight compared to his usual perfection. I liked seeing him this way. It was the side no one else got to see… I wanted to climb in next to him and cuddle until we fell asleep again. Holding back at first, I watched quietly as Rohan’s chest rose and fell with his even breaths. Maybe if we both were up he’d let me…

I took my chance, mumbling over to him.

“Rohan??”

“Mmmhhf” With a quiet groan, he rolled towards my voice.

“You up?”

Another little noise.

“Barely…”

I smiled over at him, yawning.

“Mmm… I… Have a request.”

“…Yes?”

My heart was pounding and hands shaking, the usual responses around him. 

So. Frickin. Cute… Hhh.

“Can I come cuddle with you?”

He froze for a moment, looking up at the ceiling. 

“If you like… Yes…”

I was even more shaky now and sure Rohan would feel it as soon as I got close. But with his permission, I slipped out of my bed and climbed onto his, shy and slow. Rohan readjusted as I crawled in, opening an arm for me. It took a solid minute to finally relax next to him. Even with last night, this was the closest we had ever been. 

“What should we wear today??” 

Rohan was still staring at the ceiling, thinking over today, as his fingers traced lazy circles around my arm.

“We could coordinate. If we get a picture with all the sunflowers, it would be nice to look like we planned it.” I laughed quietly, playing with a strand of my hair as we talked.

“We have to be strict with our bus and train schedules or we’ll get stuck in town. But we should have enough time for the fields and market and food before we have to leave.”

I nodded, closing my eyes as I felt Rohan’s warmth. Focusing on his breathing, we laid together quietly in the morning light. This was where I belonged.  Content to just be with him, I nestled in and slipped my hand into his as we drifted off. Anywhere with Rohan was home...

When we finally woke for the day, we got ready quickly, trading off the bathroom and grabbing snacks. Before leaving, we did one last check in the mirror. Grinning up at Rohan, I admired our outfits: I had on a light pink floral dress, crystal pendant, comfortable sandals for walking, and a bright pink lip stain. Rohan wore tan pants with a white short sleeved shirt tucked in and lightweight green overcoat, zipped halfway with a pen nib pull. He was just slipping on a pink headband to coordinate with me when I stood on tiptoes and pressed a kiss to his jaw. Closing his eyes, distracted, he hummed softly.

“I love you, Rohan…”

Finishing adjusting his headband, he swooped in with a kiss to my forehead.

“Love you too. Let’s go.”

Having rushed through the busy station and exchanges of train stops and bus stops, we finally arrived at the sunflower fields, taking everything in. Both of us were ready to walk around after being squished in with all the other tourists on the shuttle. Taking my hand, Rohan and I wove through the crowd, who were gawking at the mass of sunflowers and tried to find a quieter spot to admire the scene. At one of the back entrances, Rohan and I slipped in, finding a path to walk on as we took in the sea of yellow in front of us. 

“This is amazing… I’ve never seen so many in one place.” 

“You know the myth of the sunflower, yes?” Rohan raised an eyebrow at me, continuing our walk.

“The one with Apollo and Clytie… Watching the sun, waiting for him?”

“Correct. And the gods turning her into a sunflower, explaining why the flowers still follow the sun.”

“Right.” 

All the flowers around us faced in the same direction, entranced by the sunlight above.

“They also have the power to draw toxins from the earth. People plant sunflowers at nuclear sites after to help clear the earth.” Rohan paused to stare at the masses of giant flowers.

“You’ve done your research~”

He laughed, continuing down the path.

“My parents liked coming here when I was a kid. We weren’t that far away in Tokyo… I’ve grown up with these fields…”

More people filled the pathways now as we approached the tourist area. Everyone was attempting to get pictures, turning their cameras around for a shot or asking a fellow tourist for help. I watched as a family struggled to keeping their children together for a picture—a group of three little ones wriggling and crying. At the first chance, one slipped out of his mother’s grip and took off running towards us. Taking action, I blocked his path and scooped him up as he dashed forward, still laughing and wriggling as I took him back to his parents. At his return, the family offered their thanks and I offered to take a photo for them.

When I turned to go back to Rohan, a girl I didn’t know was at his side talking excitedly. From afar, I watched the two interact, stomach twisting as she stood so close to him. Did he know her? Walking closer, I was quiet, not wanting to interrupt, and stood a little ways away as they talked.

“I can’t believe you’ve published so many more collections of Pink Dark Boy, Rohan!!! You’re a legend here… Just think, our Rohan Kishibe all grown up and going to have his own anime~”

She sounded familiar with him, but my gut still knotted up watching them. 

I… was getting jealous. 

Crap.

“There’s no need for flattery, Emika… You’ve known me since we were kids. I was always destined for greatness~”

“That’s what you’ve been saying since you were 10, Rohan.”

“And was I wrong??~”

“Not at all~”

She put her hand on his arm now, leaving it there as they talked, and I FLIPPED OUT internally. WHO WAS SHE??

Walking back to Rohan’s side, I was ready to interrupt their conversation, but tried to keep as neutral an expression as possible. 

It didn’t work… 

My “neutral” pout immediately alerted Rohan as I returned to his side, realizing he should make introductions.

“Ah! Ariel! I want you to meet someone. This is Emika Tanaka.”

I bowed politely as she did the same.  

“You didn’t tell me she was cute~” She elbowed Rohan, grinning. His cheeks flushed quickly and he crossed his arms, huffing. Emika turned to me, smiling.

“Rohan and I are old friends! I’ve seen him almost every year for the sunflower festival since he was what, 5 years old? Although he’s missed a few years since he moved back to Morioh…” 

“It’s nice to meet you. I-I’m sorry, I thought…” I laughed nervously.

“Maybe you were a fangirl or something. Since you were talking about the manga…”

She laughed pleasantly, taking a step away from Rohan and letting me stay close to him.

“I may be a fan, but Rohan and I are just friends. Sorry to have worried you.”

“No! You didn’t—!”

She gave me a little glare, smirking. Dang. She was good. I quietly took Rohan’s arm.

“Thank you… It is nice to meet you. I apologize for any misunderstanding.”

“Well… I don’t think Rohan would want it any other way~ It’s all or nothing with him.”

I laughed with her now, enjoying that there was someone who wasn’t afraid to tease Rohan.

“That’s true~ You’d know better than anyone if you’ve been friends this long~”

“Ohhh, the stories I could tell!” 

Rohan gave her a stern glance and she gave him a playful grin back.

“I won’t, but... Still, it’s nice to see Rohan finally found someone. We were beginning to worry he had scared everyone off~”

Rohan scoffed at this and spoke up to defend himself.

“Not everyone!”

“Apparently so~”

“Look!! Ariel and I would like to get a photograph together with the field, if you’d be so kind.”

“Ah! Yeah, I’d love to! I know the best spot. C’mon!”

As we walked, Rohan filled me in on their history, that Emika’s family helped tend the flowers and produce some of the goods sold in the market. His parents had befriended hers on their earliest visits and finding a friend after moving was a bright spot in his life.

“I have a story to tell, about the past. But we should save it for when we have more time… Perhaps the train ride home.”

Giving him a puzzled look, he squeezed my hand tighter.

“It’s about why my family moved from Morioh. But I want to be in this moment right now. Not that one. Let’s enjoy being here.”

“Okay.” 

Giving him a kiss on the cheek, we walked a little further, then down a path through the sunflowers. Emika was on a nearby platform, camera in hand, and waved to us. The sun was setting just enough to filter golden-hour light all around us. Wrapping his arm around my waist, Rohan actually smiled as we looked towards the camera. With a flash, Emika took one, asking us to wait and do another in case. 

As she called out a countdown to the second one, Rohan grabbed my chin, pulling me into a kiss while the flash went off again. When we pulled back, Emika was staring down at us with a dreamy look on her face and two instant photos in hand. 

“Perfect.”

Accepting the photos and giving our goodbyes, we walked to the market to buy a few things before dinner.

“Hey Rohan…”

He looked up at me with that classic curious smile, waiting for me to continue.

“I’m sorry about earlier…” I played with my purse strap, shifting around as I continued.

“I… Was jealous. I didn’t mean to be rude to Emika.”

“Oh? Jealous?~”

“Yes, okay!! I didn’t know what to make of some girl getting that close to you!! I’ve never had a serious boyfriend before… and I didn’t know how to react…”

He laughed now, just staring at me and shaking his head.

“I appreciate your loyalty… I do. But you’re fine.”

“So… you’re not upset?” I bit my lip, looking at roasted sunflower seeds and sunflower butter in one of the stalls.

“No. Not upset.”

Cheering up, I stayed close as we shopped, feeling needy for his affection and support. Even through dinner, I stayed close in the booth, not leaving his side. We ate sunflower pasta and Rohan even tried a small cup of the sunflower beer, enjoying trying new foods together. Little by little, Rohan and I were letting each other in, starting to be more open in public. 

By the time we found Emika to say final goodbyes, went back on the bus and boarded our train home, I was exhausted. Leaning into Rohan on our train seats, he pet my hair gently and let me rest on his shoulder. As I rested quietly, Rohan dug into his coat pocket, pulling out the two photos from earlier and smiling softly. They really were perfect.

[pep-perr]

all of them. you won't do it coward.

is this a fucking challenge. I won’t back down bitch you asked for it so here you go

1. Wake her up with kisses lesbian or play with her hair while you wait for her to wake up lesbianI’m nowhere near bold enough to wake her up wtf. With some girls that’s like, a death wish or something. 

2. X files lesbian or twin peaks lesbianOnly have seen like, one episode, but I liked it and was debating on watching more or not. I didn’t even know what Twin Peaks was but meh. I’ll pass.

3. Pit Bull lesbian or corgi lesbianI LOVE BOTH BUT PIT BULLS ARE WONDERFUL

4. Sweet tooth lesbian or saturates-everything-in-hot sauce lesbiani can’t do spicy at all unless i want death

5. Sunflower lesbian or white lily lesbianbut hey, I’m biased greatly because I just find white lilies really pretty

6. Rose gold lesbian or white gold lesbianit looks really nice, okay?

7. Dunkin’ donuts/Starbucks lesbian or strictly local cafe lesbianokay maybe not strictly, but why go to D.D or Starbucks if there is a perfectly good local cafe nearby???

8. Sunrise lesbian or sunset lesbianalthough both are very very nice, waking up for the first one can be annoying

9. Emily Dickinson lesbian or Maya Angelou lesbianokay this was a lot harder of a choice than it should have been, because I both like and dislike poems from both of them, and honestly they are about equal??

10. Dark sexy ball gown lesbian or cute bright ball gown lesbianuh I guess?? I don’t wear ball gowns at all, so like. idk. but darker colors always suited me more no matter what it is so?? I guess this works

11. Strawberry lesbian or watermelon lesbiancRONCH. GREEN PART AND ALL.

12. High waisted shorts lesbian or loose rolled up jeans lesbianshorts are dumb.

13. 60s chic lesbian or 60s hippie lesbiantbh neither I guess??  but this’ll do

14. Band lesbian or orchestra lesbianI don’t play in either, but orchestras always play really good and I enjoy going to their concerts

15. Choir lesbian or garage band lesbianfuck choir

16. Twirl her around lesbian or get twirled lesbianspin spin~

17. Sit com lesbian or artsy independent dramatic romance film from France lesbianalthough now I’m curious about the other option that’s so specific what the fuck

18. Bicycle lesbian or bus lesbianno particular reason why outside of the fact that I like to bike

19. Jelly fish lesbian or dolphin lesbianalready answered

20. Biology lesbian or physics lesbianBiology is still super neat though and I’ll probably randomly spout facts from either one. Although I personally would call myself a Geology lesbian. rocks. 

21. Studio Ghibli lesbian or Cartoon Network lesbianI haven’t fucking watched Cartoon Network in years hhh. And even then, it was only for Pokemon.

22. Take the spider outside lesbian or scream at her to take the spider outside lesbian….spiders scary

23. Serena Williams lesbian or Ronda Rousey lesbianoh fuck after looking them up they are both hot 

24. Prismacolor lesbian or faber castell lesbianMy friend Taylor let me use hers once, and oh my god I love them

25. “Campers are for the weak” lesbian or “I will die before sleeping on the ground” lesbianTENTS ARE A MUST FOR CAMPING!!

26. Calling every female character they see their girlfriend lesbian or “Dana Scully isn’t your girlfriend, I am” lesbian:^)

27. Roller skate lesbian or ice skate lesbianI at least kinda remember how to ice skate

28. “Christmas carols are dumb and over played” lesbian or belting out all I want for Christmas is you at the top of their lungs lesbianfirst one at christmas time, second one every other time of the year.

29. Buy her something lesbian or make her something lesbianAlready answered

30. Cherry mojitos lesbian or cherry flavored vodka lesbianneither I’m too young to drink >:0

31. Write her poems lesbian or bake her cookies lesbianunless we want the house burnt down

32. Tummy kisses lesbian or thigh kisses lesbian(no comment)((because I legitimately don’t have an opinion I’ve done neither??))

33. I’ll fight anyone that makes my girl cry lesbian or I’ll psychologically destroy anyone that makes my girl cry lesbianI’LL FIGHT ANY BASTARD, OR ANY THING THAT I NEED TO. 

34. Fall asleep in her arms lesbian or rub her back until she falls asleep in your arms lesbianalthough tbh I could see the first one happening aha..

35. Floral pattern lesbian or tie dye lesbianEspecially if it’s not store bought. Tie dying is fun

36. Snake lesbian or frog lesbianlove the little guys. snakes are neat, but f r o g s

37. Send her memes lesbian or “if you call me the rarest Pepe one more time I swear to god”uwualthough I don’t send memes that often, I do on occasion.

38. Star Wars lesbian or lord of the rings lesbiannever seen any star wars movie, and don’t plan to

39. Spice girls lesbian or 5th harmony lesbian…idk who the other group is sorry

40. Pink hair lesbian or blue hair lesbiannot a big fan of pink in general

41. Maple syrup lesbian or berry syrup lesbianboth, but berry is always a nice change of pace!!

42. Vinyl lesbian or cassette lesbianI still have a few around here somewhere

43. Paris lesbian or Amsterdam lesbiani wanna go there so bad

44. Jazz lesbian or swing lesbiannot many know that I’m a sucker for jazz, but tbh I kind of am. 

45. Pin stripes lesbian or plaid lesbianshh

46. Mini golf date lesbian or bowling date lesbianAlready Answered

47. D E S T R O Y her at Mario kart lesbian or let her win lesbianAlready Answered

48. Pullover hoodie lesbian or zip up hoodie lesbianI OWN SO MANY AND I LOVE THEM ALL.

49. Band tshirt lesbian or fandom tshirt lesbianto an extent I’m always afraid of being judged so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ nothing extreme

50. Love her with your entire heart lesbian or lover her with your entire soul lesbianBoth, but I definitely would say the first one more than I would the second.

[thehentaisenpai666]

(WARNING: contains rape-ish contentI own the Chars and writing, Mitchell and Coscku are no longer engaged, but broke up as adults. Coscku is a neko-boy and Kuroku is aswell.. Kuroku's blood had the power too sexually arouse his partner if dronken. Please no Copying. Are you inspired and want too make art of it.. you have my permission as long as you send it too me ^^ and put me in the credits for the claim of the chars. enjoy~!)  "Unwanted." This happens on the day of Mitchell being shadowed by Luciana a small two hours after he left. I sigh as I had rolled up my sleeves and just finished cleaning up the entire house, I was about too make a nice pot of thea for me and Miss Davidson when she peekes her head into the kitching "Coco, dearie I am going out with a old friend of mine , relaxing and having a few drinks while catching up.” I smile “oh yes of course ma’m enjoy your day then.” she waves and takes off while yelling “don’t wait up for me honey. I will probably be late.” I chuckle. I had really grew a little bit fond of Mitchell’s mother, she is such warm and sweet woman.  *soft rumbling noises sound muffled from upstairs* I look up, hm?? Did something topple over??? How would that be possible? I grab my mittens as I quickly jump up the stairs, it came from my room did it not? Did I left the window open again? I walk in and indeed the window is slighlty open, I sigh as I walk over too it and close it. “g'day gorgeous.” it sounds right behind me, I slowly turn around and look right in a dark red eye in a beautifull pale face… Kuroku.. “ya know.. Yeh should really  renew ya'r window-locks” I squint my eyes together as I wrapp my arms over my chest “Noted, now please leave.” instead of listening Kuroku caputeres me between his arms, placing both his hands at both sides of my head. “leave? *chuckle* my sweet sweet cookie.. And leave ya ‘ere all unsatisfied??” with him only saying that I feel a throb going through my entire body… how did he knew that? Kuroku brings his face close too my troat and only with the tip of his freezingly cold nose strokes my skin while breathing in deeply “i can smell the endofomines all the way from the ferry sexy..~~ ya'r on it tight.” I dont move and get goosebumps from his cold skin. “dont touch me.” the words flew out of my mouth before I could stop it, oh no… now he will be provoked, I should have just said nothing.. Danm! Kuroku looks up his eyes dimly glowing while smirking as if he accomplished something great “hohhhh~~~~? What do you mean?..liiiike….. This??” he grabbes my hips as he suddenly pulls me closer. WHACK!!!! His sudden movement made me slap him in the face with the hand holding my engagement ring. There was not a scratch on him but he still lookes irritated. Kuroku clickes his tongue as he suddenly grabs me at the troat and throws me on the bed “agh!! *cough cough!* no dont!!!” he had already climbed on top of me before I had caughed my breath again. “why him? Huh?!!!!! Why that scrawny little wrist cutting piece of horseshit HUH?!!!!” he grabs my shoulders as he looks beserk while shaking me back and forth, after yelling for a minute or two he just sloughes on top of me burying his face in my neck, I feel something wet and cold roll over my skin. Wait.. Is he…crying? Kuroku never cries! I breath in as I lay as still and stiff as a plank not touching him and calmly say “because he is real, he is pure.. And he is not perfect of course not, he has his own fears and issues and insecurities. But he is all I need, all I want and desire.” I smile with happy tears in my eyes “He has my heart.” Kuroku stops crying and his tail spikes up “he does?” I nod in silence “and you know what that means if you hurt or kill him…. Right?” he looks up, his tears already dried up “is he…… the one???” I nod with a earnest expression. It is silent between us as Kuroku reads my expression seeing that I am serious, on a impulse I move up my hand and lightly touch his freezingly cold cheek “who hurted you so much Kuro?” I shouldn’t have aksed that, his face turns harsh again, the pained expression dissapears behind a dark mask of lust and anger “you did.” he says with a growly voice, he grabs my hand  and roughly pushes it away as he pins me below him. “true one or not, I dont care.. Your mine and you always will be.” he grins evil as he bends forover and whispers in my ear “I am going to fuck ya Cookie, good and hard. Whether ya like it or not. And you will like it.” he then moves back a little , I am still laying there stiff out of fear this time.. No.. I think .. No no no no NO!!!!! Mitchell is my only and true… my thougts are cut of when I see what Kuroku is doing, he brings his left wrist too his mouth and bites down, then he quickly pinches my nose shut and presses his bleeding wrist over my mouth “drink or choke..” he mutters with his eye glowing red. My eyes widen in fear.. NO!! I’d rather die then succumb too this man, if i drink his blood i will have no control over my body’s pleasure anymore!!! But…. That would mean that if I would die I would leave Mitchell behind.. With almost nobody left!! Tears fill my eyes as I plea in my head…. Mitchell.. I am so sorry… please forgive me someday …….I am so…so sorry.., and then part my lips while closing my watery eyes. His cold blood oozes into my troat, at first I dont move a inch, but the second the first few drops of his blood come in touch with my own bloodsystem I start too warm up “hhhn….mmhk..” unconsiously I am grasping his arm with both my hands sewing my teeth into his flesh as I take big gulps of his blood, after every zip my body possibly heats up even more. After a few minutes Kuroku pulls away his arm “thats enough sweety” he mockingly says while grinning, I lay there already gasping, I hate him… I hate him so much.. “i am going too .. Kill you… Kuroku Blackstone…” I say with a panting voice and glare at him with all my hatred “Maybe not today.. Or tomorrow.. But I vow to all I believe in.. That I will kill you.. With my bare hands..” Kuroku only grins as he almost lovingly strokes over my cheek “after I’m done with ya.. Please kill me.” before lighlty pecking my lips, I turn away my head.. No. Kissing is only for the one i truly love. Kuroku strangely seems allright with that as he starts undressing me. When I am completley naked he stares at me with wild eyes taking his sweet time exploring every inch of my body with his piercing gaze untill I start too flare up with my violet blush all over.. “hmm~ how is it possible..” is the only thing Kuroku mutters too himself as he undresses himself “hm? What do you-.. Ahhh!!?” I wanted too aks him what he means as he suddenly sucks one of my nipples into his mouth and grabs at my half erection starting too squeeze it almost painfully strong, my voice yelpes out a unguarded loud moan of suprise. Right after I am ashamed that I let my enemy (who is practicly raping me) hear such a shameless voice. I start gnawing my lip till they start too bleed while he teasingly ravishes me.. There is still a part of me that just wants too punch him away from me but for some reason I know that won’t help me.. He will still come after me and have his way with me.. No matter how long it would take him.. Best too get this over with…  "hhngk.. Hmpp…..hngm…" I push back my voice as much as possible.. But Kuroku notices this and starts adding a extra sense of pleasure by shifting his free hand over too my back, he reaches for my tail and starts too massage the base of it while licking both my nipples as if they are candy .. “…??..hh..hah..ahh…” I open my mouth out of suprise and a few soft moans leak out uncontrollably while I grab the sheets in a cramped hold “..heh..worn out already?” Kuroku asks me “but the fun is just starting..” he moves down a little bit and moves my legs over his shoulders, he is staring right at my Cock and arse.. I am just about to tell him to stop the staring when I feel something wet, cold and flexible creep over my hole “hhh?…. Ha-hahh! N-no..don’t..” I dont know what too say, he never did this too me when we had a relationship.. I’d asume he thougt that was dirty but now he suddenly does a thing like this?! While i am dazed he sticks his tongue inside of me as far as it would go “Hhahh!! Uhh..hnnmk….” I arch my back and tightly close my eyes, it feels so wierd.. I hadn’t been touched down there for  a long time so it feels even more sensitive.. The second my hole starts leaking its juices Kuroku slurps them up and I can only shiver while a choked up sound escapes form my troat “gahh…uhn~…….” Kuroku pulls out his tongue and sticks in three fingers all at once, I yell out of sudden pain “ARH!!” ow… owowowowow it hurts it hurts.. It hu… he then strucks my sensitive spot and my grunts of pain smoothly go over into gasps of pleasure. He stretches me out like this for a few minutes untill im almost ready too come, when he pulls out. “hahh….ah….ahhh…hm..??” I lazily open my eyes,wondering what’s going on.  for some reason i had flipped a switch and I couldn’t think of Mitchell anymore… or YVE.. Or my sister or any of the problems going on in my life rigth now, I could only feel.. I would hate myself after this so much… Kuroku bends my knees against my chest and hovers over me “ready?” he looks serious, not provoking or joking.. But before I can answer he thrusts in his erect cock roughly into me “HAHHHHHHH!!!!!” I let out a scream of suprise, pain and sudden pleasure all mixed up into one… he was already all the way in.. So deep.. Why was i enjoying this so much? I should be disgusted, but instead I make burnmarks into the sheet I tighly hold in a shivering grip while letting out shallow ragged gasps. Kuroku holds still for a short while, pff as if he cares if I am used too it or not… it is with that tought when I feel something cold gently brushing back my front bangs. I look up, confused.. Kuroku presses a soft kiss on my forehead “does it hurt?” he asks with a gentle voice, one I had never heard before, then he looks down at me with glowing eyes, he suddenly pounds into me. I let out a cry that could be either out of pure pleasure or pain.. It all mixes together into one big blur of ecstacy “gahh!!!.. Ahh…ahhh…a-aaah!!” I move up my hands to push him away but stop halfway ending up clinging to his neck, I turn my blurry gaze into his eye and shortly move one hand to the right side of his face, hidden behind his bangs. He doesn’t stop me as i brush them aside and stare. Over the right side of his face deep claw like scars are running, dark pink and sharp looking against his moon white skin. I know who made these scars, it was his twin sister. I mean he had it comming, who would try too rape his own sister? But even when we were dating back then I was never repulsed with these scars, you’d think he learned from his mistake but he is truly stubborn.. Suddenly he hits my sensitive spot again and my hand freezes on his cheek, shattering my thougts  as i throw back my head and scream out of pure ecstacy “Hahhhhh!! Ahhhh.. T-there-!!” Kuroku grabs my fully spiked out tail and starts nibbling on it, his thrusts changes into grinding against that spot, while not saying a word.. My hand goes back too his cold back and my nails start too bite deeply into his skin, my body moves along on the rough rythym of Kuroku’s.. This feels amazing! I hate too admit it but it feels so good I could die.. I am reaching my limit “ahh!!..hahh!! Ahhh.. Kuro…ku… cl..ose..ahh!!?.. Hahhh!!!!” Kuroku doesn’t respond, he only starts fucking me harder and harder until i feel completely numb. all of the pleasure that had been building up in my waist starts too crawl up my spine, right before it explodes inside my entire body everything is painted into white as I let go of my restraint “hah!!..arh!!!!…ha-ahh!!!!….HAAHHHHHH~~~!!” white lurky cum splurts out of my cock and stains both our stomachs.. I shiverly pant myself through my aftermath but before I can slump into sleep.. Kuroku grabs my flaccid cock “i haven’t come yet” he only says grinning before he starts thrusting again pumping me cock roughly.. I can only moan and surrender… In total Kuroku fucks me four times, after the fourth time he finally comes and I lose consiousness.. When I wake up I am laying on the bed, naked. The window is open again, I am still feeling drowsy and sore but when I stand up i expect Kuroku’s semen too trickle out of me.. It doesn’t .. He.. Has cleaned me out?.. Strange… my hips hurt but I ignore that, in a trance I start too collect my clothes and the bed sheets, I throw them into the washing machine and clean up the entire room.. After that I wash myself at the sink, (I feel like a shower wouldn’t really make me feel any more clean) and the second I have clean bed sheets on the bed and am dressing myself.. I collapse on the floor. I start crying like a small child, my tears evaporating before they can roll over my cheeks.. I hate myself so much right now.. I am disgusted by myself, how could i ever have let this terrible person into my life?!!!! I lay there crying for a long time, cursing myself when my mobile buzzes. A tekst from Lucy 'Almost home, ran into shitty brother..’ I widen my eyes, oh dear.. What do I do? Tell you? Not tell you? Putten on the spot I sudden make a desicion, no.. For now I would not tell.. You already had enough stress at your mind.. I would tell you when it was all over. I grab my music composing sheets and some pencils as i sit down on the middle of the bed, trying too look as relaxed as ever. Within ten minutes I hear the front door open and close, I scribble down a few music keys that make no real sense as i hear you dash up the stairs. The second I see you face peeking inside the room a warm smile lifts up my face “Mitchell, how was your day love?”