#oh god anime hair is so hard to shade

[hedgeyart]

If I had a nickel for every time I liked a survival horror RPG about queer girls from European shithole towns using magic to stave off The Horrors... well I'd only have two nickels, but it's weird that it happened twice in one year.

[sabyfangirl]

Stay With Me

Summary:

Let's just say that sometimes, when you're having an atrocious night, you need that special someone to be there for you...

“Chris!” Martin called for his brother. “Chris?!”

He was nowhere to be found.

Martin was running through a forest, unlike any other forest he’d ventured in before. He dodged branches, jumped over fallen tree trunks... It seemed as though the trail would never end.

The sun was shining through the tree leaves, making his surroundings all but beautiful. Yet, it all felt so... ominous.

Finally, he slowed to a stop. He thought he had caught a familiar shade of green from the corner of his eye.

Maybe even a hint of red.

He backed up and went to take a look.

…

His face dropped at the sight of his brother lying unmoving on the ground, like a marionette with no puppeteer.

“CHRIS!!!” Martin cried out as he dropped to his knees.

He quickly held his little brother in his lap, and nearly screamed at the sight of blood covering his abdomen. It didn’t take long before his shirt got stained, though it was the least of his worries at the moment as he was too busy trying to put pressure on the wound.

Chris gave a faint whimper. His eyes were closed, almost in a lifeless way…

With a bloody, shaky hand, Martin felt his brother’s pulse: it was weak. Nearly non-existent.

“No, no, no- ” In a wave of panic, Martin held his brother’s face close to his. “Chris, look at me. Look at me, I’m right here!” He begged him as he swiftly brushed his brother’s hair back. He held his hand tight, heavy tears forming in his eyes.

Only two barely audible coughs came out.

“Y-You’re gonna be just fine, I-I promise!” his voice cracked hard.

What even happened? Was it a wild animal?!

“M-Martin…”

Martin gasped softly hearing his brother’s frail voice.

With the little strength he had left, Chris forced his eyes half-open, barely . He was terrifyingly pale; he had lost a lot of blood…

He met his brother’s tormented gaze and, without a word, he simply smiled bittersweetly.

Martin’s eyes grew wide.

No. This couldn’t be happening .

“Chris…” Martin shook his head, his little brother still smiling at him. “Don’t do this to me.”

Chris’ eyes began to close, his hand gradually losing grip on his brother’s.

“Chris?”

Finally, his fingers were resting on the edges of his brother’s palm.

Martin was left staring at his little brother’s lifeless face, eyes wide from shocked despair.

“Christopher…” A pained cry escaped his chest. “Don’t do this to me, bro. Come on…” He gave his body a vain shake. “No, no…” His voice was feeble, nearly broken.

With trembling hands, Martin slowly cupped his little brother’s bloody face. His poor, precious little brother . His tears began to pour down harder than they ever did. He gasped silently as he buried his brother’s numb face in his shoulder. He soothingly ran his hand through his hair, his lips pressed against his forehead. His glassy eyes wandered into nothingness as he painfully processed the fact that he was no longer there, no longer with him.

“No, no, no… Please. Please, don’t do this.”

Eventually, his sobs became louder and interminable, tightly hugging his dear little brother’s limp body in his arms, his tears falling onto his hair.

“ Oh, God. ”

He could already feel the crushing weight of grief pushing down on him, life seeming to have lost all meaning all of a sudden.

“Please, God. No…”

What would he do without him?!

His companion. His best friend.

The world around him began to spin, his tears blinding him from looking at his brother’s face. Then-

“AH!”

Martin’s head was pounding. His entire body was soaked with sweat. He was gasping for air, clenching his chest hard. His heart felt like it would burst out of his chest any moment. Tears were stinging his eyes and staining his face. Heavily disoriented, he couldn’t even make out where he was, and the darkness in the room didn’t help much.

“Martin?”

He suddenly heard him, his eyes growing wide in the dark. That voice .

As he looked to the side, Martin found a pair of brown eyes glowing in the dark. He wanted to say something, but it almost felt like his voice had been stolen. He was paralyzed .

He sensed someone getting out of bed on the other side of the room.

Click .

A night lamp was turned on.

Chris, who looked very much alive , went over to check on his brother. As he sat on the side of his bed, Martin’s eyes remained fixated on his brother’s visage.

“Hey, are you okay?” Chris asked with concern, as his brother only stared at him like he was a ghost. “Martin, you’re kind of freaking me out,” his voice cracked a little.

Martin was pale as a sheet. His eyes scanned Chris’ abdomen: no blood.

At that moment, the image of his brother’s blood-covered body flashed before his eyes.

“ AHH! ” he let out a loud, panicked CRY .

“Martin!” Chris immediately tried to calm him down.

Martin kept screaming, hot tears flowing down his face.

“HEY! Hey, I’m here. You’re okay. Breathe. Breathe.” Chris held his brother’s hands tight, trying to look into his eyes.

“I-I can’t! I can’t!” Martin was practically gasping for air.

“I’m right here, shh…” Chris slowly leaned in for a hug. He gently rocked him back and forth, just like Martin always does to him when he’s in distress.

It took a while, but Martin finally started to calm down a bit, his eyes now bloodshot from all his tears. He held onto his little brother as if the whole world was about to fall apart.

It was a miracle that none of the crew members had woken up so far. (Although Jimmy could be cast aside for that.) It had been a long day, after all.

Chris subconsciously slid into bed, his brother’s arms locked around him as though he was a treasured possession.

In a way, he was .

Chris tried to get his brother to lie down. He could hear his heart pounding hard; he frowned. His brother’s tears had really soaked his hair. Nonetheless, he didn’t mind. The bed was shaking from his brother’s agitation.

Several minutes later, Martin let out a prolonged, heavy and shaky sigh. He sniffled as he wiped his face in his pillow before taking a deep breath.

“Sorry- I-I’m so sorry- ” his voice was terribly raspy.

“Hey, it’s okay.” Chris rubbed his back comfortingly. “I’ll go get you some water.”

As soon as he shifted to get up, Martin instinctively locked his hand on his brother’s wrist like a handcuff.

“ NO! ”

Chris nearly jumped at his reaction. He looked down at his brother’s pleading eyes, his hand tightening on his wrist so hard that he winced from the pain.

“Martin?” Chris’ brows furrowed.

“S-Stay with me,” Martin begged.

Reading his brother’s eyes, Chris understood. “Okay, then. I’ll help you get to the main room and grab a glass of water,” he suggested with a tender tone.

Martin scanned his brother’s eyes deeply, and with the soreness in his throat, it was all enough to convince him. He gave a small, quivery nod.

Carefully, Chris reached out two hands, one to hold his brother’s, and the other wrapped around him for stability.

Martin’s knees were trembling so hard, doing an incredible job at making the trip from the brothers’ room to the main room a challenge of its own. He felt weak, so close to just collapsing onto the floor right then and there. Despite the fact that his brother was heavier than him, Chris was determined to support his weight as much as he could.

When they made it to the main room, Chris led his brother to the center table where he could rest while he went over to the sink to fill him up a glass of water.

That small, insignificant distance between the sink and where Martin was sitting were enough to make him dreadful to the core. He couldn’t even swallow anymore. His shoulders were tense. He kept his drowsy eyes on his little brother, refusing to even blink , fearing that in that minuscule fraction of time, he would just vanish into thin air.

He watched as Chris brought him a glass full of refreshing water before sitting next to him. It took him a few seconds before having a good hold of the glass; his hands were still a bit shaky. But the cool liquid was all but soothing for his throat, making that small “trip” all worth it.

Putting the glass down, Martin sighed heavily. “Thanks,” he whispered.

Chris put a hand on his shoulder and, thanks to the bit of moonlight shining through the rooftop, Martin was able to see his smile. A smile he wouldn’t trade for the whole world.

“Let’s get you back to bed,” Chris finally said in a hushed tone.

Without another word, he accompanied his older brother back to their room, Martin seeming a little less shaken. Regardless of how small the change was, it made Chris feel a little at ease.

Once they made it back, Martin lay down in bed, refusing to let go of his brother who had no choice but to stay by his side. He ran his hand through Chris’ hair as a coping mechanism of some sort, cherishing each second of it. Normally, Chris would be giving him a hard time for touching his hair, but this was an exception he was more than willing to make.

Silence.

“You wanna… talk about it?”

Martin’s heart skipped a beat. He shook his head hard, tightening his arms around his little brother.

Chris sighed. “You don’t have to... But it might help you feel better?” His voice was calm and soothing.

Martin swallowed hard.

“I- ” he found it hard to talk. His eyes began to water again. “I’m just glad you’re here. With me .” He pulled Chris even closer.

Chris felt another tear fall on his hair. His brother’s words deeply perturbed him. He remained silent, snuggling deeper into the embrace.

All through the night, Martin was almost certain he’d never be able to go back to sleep. But Chris refused to fall asleep before he did. He could tell Martin was fighting to keep his eyes open.

“You need sleep, bro,” Chris finally said.

Martin didn’t say anything.

…

“I was running in a forest,” he suddenly started.

Chris was all ears.

“And I was looking for you…” His voice was getting more shaky with each word. “And when I found you- ” A small squeak escaped his throat. “You- ” He swallowed hard. “Y-You were- ” He began to tremble again, sounding as though he would burst into tears once more.

Chris could feel his fingers digging into his shirt and arms. “Hey, it’s okay. Everything’s okay now.” He brushed his hand against his brother’s agonized face. “Whatever happened to me, just know it was never real.” He looked up to find tears already seeping through the corners of his brother’s eyes.

“But i-it felt so real ,” Martin’s lips were shaking badly. He never sounded so scared, so vulnerable.

It almost made Chris burst into tears.

“Hey, look at me.” Chris held his face and looked deep into his eyes. “I’m not going anywhere, you hear me?” His voice was comforting and reassuring. “When you wake up, you’ll find me right here.”

Martin looked down at his brother for the longest time, sensing the sincerity in his eyes. “Promise?” He gave him a longing look.

Chris caressed his hand. “I promise.”

With a tear-stained face, Martin gave him a somewhat relaxed smile. “Okay.” He seemed a little pensive.

After a while longer, Martin finally yawned. “Thanks, Chris.” He gently rubbed his face against his little brother’s hair, scooching as close as possible.

It didn’t take long before Martin gave in as he was drifting back to sleep.

Soon, Chris could hear him snoring softly. With a tired smile, he carefully pulled the blanket over them both, his brother’s arms strongly locked around him.

Chris hid his face in his brother’s shoulder and curled into a little ball, Martin now seeming at peace for the first time since he’d woken up.

At last, Chris closed his eyes, and whispered, “Good night, big bro.”

Notes:

Thank you @littlecrittereli for the wonderful cover you made for this fic!

[itsjusbleh]

Beneath the surface

Chat Noir x reader

Chapter one — Acrophobia

Moving to Paris is a fresh, fresh beginning for you. Maybe it was a too big of a leap, but you’re excited, and you’re young, so why not? Though you can’t ignore the tender ache in your stomach. Gotta love anxiety.

It’s only when you step through the inside doors that you realise you have left your damn water bottle behind at your apartment. But then the bell rings, and immediately there’s a hundred footsteps, talking and yelling and someone actually barges into you. You can’t tell who it was anyway because they get lost in the sea of moving people. Scrambling for your campus map, you try and find your class. B5?

Finally finding the room, you open the door with an exasperated energy. But upon seeing the space, you realise that the class is not cinematography. At all.

A naked muscular man sits in the front of the room, posing on a stool as the student artists paint a portrait. Your eyes spring open and you can feel people start to look at you. You go to leave, stepping backwards. “Shit— sorry! I’m in the wrong class—“

You bump into a table filled with clay figures, fumbling a bunch of apologies as you knock one over and it smashes on the ground. What’s even worse is that people begin laughing as your skin flushes warm. You fall to the ground and scramble at the broken pieces.

”Hey—“

At the sudden close proximity of a voice, your head snaps up. A clean hit to the owner of the voice’s nose. A groan comes from above you as you whip your attention to the person.

His hand clutches at his face as you blabber, “I am so so sorry, oh my god…”

”It’s okay, it’s okay,” he pinches his nose, eyes squinted. “You dropped this,” he extends your book towards you with his free hand.

You tuck your hair out of your face and when you get a proper look at him, you swallow dryly. It’s when his green eyes finally meet yours, and you take your book with quick fingers.

He offers you a little smile, but it falters when he looks to the smashed pot on the ground.

You tuck your book tightly into your chest. “Was that yours?” You ask softly, face contorted in shame.

“Yes,” he slowly says, lolling those green eyes back to yours, and you catch the smallest twitch of them widening. “It’s… fine, though.”

Oddly enough, there’s a second of silence before the professor echoes a loud ‘ahem’. You scramble out of the class, offering another clumsy sorry as you leave, unknowingly having the same pair of green eyes following you as you do.

Once you’re finally in cinematography, a nice girl with tan skin and dark red hair chats to you as she polishes her glasses. She says her name’s Alya and it’s hard because you’re trying to listen to the teacher, especially because he was a bit annoyed at your lateness but she’s blabbering in your ear. You don’t have the heart to try and tell her to stop especially because you’re new and well, alone. You need to make friends.

”I was supposed to be taking audio and film instead of this class, but apparently, this branches more opportunity,” she uses quote fingers, rolling her eyes. “Anyway, I can thank my boyfriend for that—“

She gets hushed by the teacher, but after five seconds she slowly turns her head back to you, as if expecting you to start talking.

“I’m taking a performing arts bachelor,” you whisper. “I’d like to be an actress… or something like that.”

“Oooh nice,” Alya wiggles her words, once again getting hushed by the teacher.

After two full, long classes, you head out into the main courtyard like most of the students at the university. Some are on phones, some are in animated conversation. You see an oak tree at the far end of the courtyard, with a wide trunk and plenty of shade. You can’t see anyone nearby, so you make your way over, and you plan to sit on the grass against the tree when you feel someone clutch your shoulder.

”Girl, where do you think you’re going?” Ayla’s voice seeps into your ears, her glossed lips stretched in a smile. You open your mouth to reply but she beats you to it, pulling your shoulder to walk with her. “Come meet my best frieeend, oh my god, you’ll love Marinette, she’s amazing.”

You follow her with a nod, a pleasant wave of relief actually washing through you. She pulls you to a table under a tree’s shade. Marinette has black hair with a tinge of blue hue that just curls around the mid of her neck, kind blue eyes and you can just tell she’s a warm soul. She waves, offering a hello.

She tells you she’s studying in fashion design, and as you tell her your bachelor, she coos. “Performing arts? Are you looking to book any roles in Paris? We have some opportunities here, theatre wise— oh, and advertisements, films…”

“I would love that, I just… need to see if I’m actress material, I guess. I know how difficult it is to get into the acting industry, and I’m taking some extra classes with a studio every week, so…”

”Hey, I know a guy that can hook you up with some opportunities,” Alya grins, nudging Marinette with a smug look. “Adrien Agreste,” she lets the name roll of her tongue, smooth and knowing.

Marinette rolls her eyes at Alya, but she turns to you with a hopeful smile. “Actually, that is true. He’s done plenty of things like that.”

As they say this, you wonder who this said guy is. It’s obvious that they know him well, which is good in your case. You pick up a french fry and dip it in ketchup.

“Who’s that?” You munch on the fry, voice muffled a little by it.

”Uhh… oh, he’s over there,” Alya points behind you. You turn and see where she’s pointing, to a group of people standing around. “The one in the navy pullover.”

The one in the navy pullover. You look for the clothing, and once found, you rake your eyes up to the face to match. You almost choke on your french fry, a strangled sound coming from your throat as Alya pats your back immediately. That’s insane because that’s the guy that you socked in the nose. Not to mention, you broke his clay piece.

Shit. Yeah, that’s him. What a small world. You turn around slowly back to the girls, shrinking in on yourself.

“What?” Both girls say in tune, confused at your expression.

“This morning I mixed up my classes and I bumped into him and I smashed his clay piece,” you clutch at your forehead, embarrassed. They both ease into a laugh. Your mind reels at just the thought of the humiliating situation. They attempt to reassure you, and you smile at their pure friendliness, but it drowns out a little as you take another peak at him.

To your utter shock, you catch his gaze. He seems surprised too because his expression sets into a stunned one. He quickly adverts his eyes, regaining his attention on a friend. You screw your lips up, a tinge of confusion bubbling in your chest.

Your first day wasn’t unbearable, but it wasn’t a piece of cake either. The first bite into your freshly baked croissant has you drooling. The buttery, flaky layers of the pastry melt in your mouth, releasing a rich, buttery flavor that dances on your tongue. It’s a nice breeze through Paris, seeping against your cheeks and you’re thankful for the spare time you have.

Suddenly the ground shakes, and the salts and peppers on your cafe table fall to the ground with an eery smash. An earthquake? You never knew they were prone in Paris. But then you hear a maniacal laugh echo throughout the street. The rustle of chairs moving and shoes squeaking fills your ears, and looking around you see that people are running into hiding.

What is going on?

A fast blur of red and black whips past, a powerful feminine voice yelling something out. You’re frozen in your chair, croissant now splattered along the pavement. You tilt to look at your treat now gone, a wave of grief rocking you.

Another suited figure runs by you. He wears a black suit, golden blond hair and shifting cat ears. He tosses a shout, “You should be inside! It’s too danger—rooooouuussss…” his head turns as he looks at you, sharp, emerald eyes giving you a one-down as his run slows to a stop, “hello.”

You look around quickly, seeing if he’s talking to anyone else but there’s no one else. Anywhere. “Hi,” you say, a tone of a question as you feel a shudder slip down your back at the way his eyes gobble you up. There’s a sinister swing of his hips as he walks toward you, a challenging stare that you can’t replicate.

“Ma chérie, you can’t be out here,” he tsks. With him this close, you can really look at him. His soft blond hair running wild at his neck, defined muscles cut against leather, the little dimple in his cheek from his wicked grin. What a being. “There’s a possibility you can get caught in the crossfire, and I would hate to see this pretty face get hurt.”

You nod gently, spacing out a little.

A truck gets thrown across the street in the background. His flirty demeanour flattens as he blinks, his whacky grin slipping. “Are you in shock?”

You shrug. You hear him mumble something under his breath, maybe along the lines of ‘shit’ and ‘poor thing’ but you can’t really tell from the loud crashing and banging noises going on around you. He taps his foot a little, cat ears flicking like he’s thinking.

“Chat Noir!” The same female voice from before snaps, and you watch the way his ears flatten, an exasperated groan escaping his lips.

”I’ll come back for you, ma chérie, just—“

Another loud shout, and he suddenly clutches you by the arm.

“Be a good girl and go into the cafe, come on,” his voice is tender and guiding, leading you through the cafe doors and practically carrying you there. “There we are, that’s it, puurfect.”

The way he mutters that last word against your ear makes you shiver, and all you can do is nod to him and his words. He sits you down on one of the couches, giving your arm one last graze before zooming out into the Parisian streets. You aren’t in shock. Are you? You’re just confused. As fuck.

You don’t know how long it’s been until there’s a flash of pinkish white that blinds you and you cover your face with an arm. Blinking away the shine, there’s an evident clearing of the sky, and herds of civilians creep out from their hidings. You decide to stay in the cafe for a while, grabbing for your phone as something comes up on your web, Ladyblog News.

Superheroes. Ladybug and Chat Noir. How have you never ever heard of this? You feel stupid, ridiculously stupid. Making your way out of the cafe and heading to your apartment, you duck into an alleyway shortcut.

”Why such a rush? I said I’d come back for you.”

The sudden noise makes you swish around, coming into contact with a leathered arm. Thick, leathered arm. The feline heroine has that arm leaned against the alleyway’s brick wall, looking you down like a predator. This guy is big on dramatic effect.

“I’ve just moved to Paris, and this… this is all very new to me,” you explain, wondering why it was difficult to keep eye contact.

“Oh, chèrie, I know…” he draws out, letting his eyes roll down your figure. “I might need to go home with you.”

His words send your mind in a frenzy, it makes your throat grow tingly. “Why?”

”For safety measures, of course. Why else?” He tilts his head at you as if it were obvious, the bell on his suit dinging lightly. That implication was prominent and you knew it, he was sly. “Your legs feel okay?”

”They feel fine,” you mutter, biting the inside of your cheek. You have to admit, they’re a bit jittery from before. You duck out from the alleyway and he follows.

“Mmm, I’m not sure I believe that,” he reaches behind himself to grab something, and when it comes into view it looks like a metal bar. He slides an arm around your waist. “You afraid of heights?”

You raise an eyebrow at his question, confusion once again filling you as he grabs your arm to wrap it around his neck. “…No.”

There’s a glint of a grin on his devilish lips. “And which one’s your building?”

You point in the direction to the blue apartment building in the distance. “That one,” you respond.

Without warning, you’re lifted up into the air. You screech, arms flying out and attaching to him magnetically. You can hear a low chuckle from him as your heart pounds against your ribcage. You don’t dare to peek out from his chest, eyes sealed shut as wind snips through the gaps of your hair.

“Which one?” Chat Noir asks, giving you a little nudge.

”Seventh floor, farthest left,” you rush, gripping him as if your life depended on it. There’s a thud and a commotion, and when he gently sets you down, it takes you a second to detach from him.

You immediately go to land a solid punch into his shoulder, a hiss like noise screeching out of him.

“Heeeey…” he pouts, to which you jab a finger at his chest.

“You should’ve warned me!” You scold harshly.

“Where’s the fun in that?” His tongue runs along his smirking bottom lip, a glimpse of his white canines catching your eye. You only groan frustratedly, folding your arms. “Your balcony has a beautiful view,” Chat Noir praises.

You sigh. “I know, you can see the Eiffel from here and I didn’t even pay extra—“

”I wasn’t talking about the landscape,” he mutters. You turn to see his sneaky green eyes locked on you, seemingly proud at his flirtatious quip. Your arms tense in your hold, unable to play it cool as you let a smile creep onto your face. You hear a quiet beeping sound and you catch the way his eyebrows stitch down as he looks at his ring finger.

“What’s wrong?” You utter, unfolding your arms.

“I have to leave,” Chat Noir grunts, annoyance twinged in his voice. He takes your hand in his, giving it a swift kiss in apology. “Selfishly, I beg of you to go into shock more.”

You actually giggle at his silly statement, going to take your hand back but his grip doesn’t falter. His slimmed, feline pupils dilate with your sound.

“What’s your name?” He asks gently, smoothing his gloved thumb over your knuckle. You say it without a thought, quiet enough that it could be mistaken for another gust of Paris’s wind. He leans back towards the bars of your balcony with a smirk, and with one last look that he steals, he jumps off your balcony.

[ifangirlalot]

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༻❝ angst ❞༺ 1.) "That's not what I meant, and you know it." 2.) "You told me not to worry about him/her." 3.) "I never said I loved you." 4.) "I didn't want to believe them, because you were supposed to be different! But… They were right. They were so fucking right about you." 5.) "I hate that my bed still smells like you." 6.) "You should have been here, goddamn it!" 7.) "Until death do us part, huh?" 8.) "I loved you, I really did." 9.) "You changed a lot." 10.) "I wish we never met."

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༻❝ jealousy ❞༺ 1.) "No way.. you're actually jealous." 2.) "Oh come on. You and I both knew what he/she was doing." 3.) (While laughing) "Oh my god, I've never seen you so mad before." 4.) (Forcefully) "Kiss me." "Sorry, what?" 5.) "I thought we were supposed to stay a little longer.. Why are we leaving?" 6.) "What the fuck was that?" 7.) "I didn't know you were the jealous type." 8.) "He/she looked at you funny.." 9.) "Do you ever ask why I get this way? Maybe it's because- y'know what, nevermind.." 10.) "You don't do that with me.."

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༻❝ smut ❞༺ 1.) "You're not, uh.. You're not wearing anything under that… are you.." 2.) "Wow, I didn't realize you were so.. flexible.." 3.) "I'm gonna fuck you so hard that you forget you ever even met that asshole." 4.) "Are you trying to turn me on right now or are you just really oblivious?" 5.) "You better shut that pretty little mouth before I put it to work, doll." 6.) "FUCK, why do you taste like fucking candy?" 7.) "I know they're just stuffed animals, but it kinda feels like they're watching us." 8.) "Baby, I know for a fact you're not new to using the shower head. Now do it right." 9.) "We've been at it like rabbits! How are you still so horny?!" 10.) "Your ass is gonna be seven shades of red after that little stunt."

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༻❝ fluff ❞༺ 1.) "What? You looked cold." 2.) "You talk in your sleep… you love me?" 3.) "Can we stay like this a little longer?" 4.) "Is that my shirt, babe?" 5.) "Can I play with your hair?" 6.) "You don't have to ask to kiss me, silly!" 7.) "I don't deserve you. I don't deserve any of this." 8.) "You mean the whole fucking world to me, do you know that?" 9.) "Have you ever seen something prettier than this?" "Yeah, you." 10.) "I genuinely don't know why my brain just goes blank when I look at you. I think I'm going a little crazy."

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༻❝ cans ❞༺ 1.) You CAN request with more than one line of dialogue! (Up to 4) 2.) You CAN request for more than one character. (You'll have to specify if it is meant to be a preference sort of thing or if you want a poly.) 3.) You CAN request a character x male reader! 4.) You CAN request AU headcanons! 5.) You CAN request a plot using one of these lines of dialogue!

༻❝ cannots ❞༺ 1.) You CANNOT request using abuse, sexual assault, rape (I can do non-con and dub-con, but I will never agree to full out rape), or self harm. 2.) You CANNOT spam my inbox if I don't get to your request right away.

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[sanhwaism]

drunk!bf seonghwa headcanon

genre ⟡ established relationship, fluff, humor, a teensy bit suggestive if you squint your eyes

warnings ⟡ mentions of f .ᐟ reader, a bit of swearing, let me know if there is anything else!!

author's note ⟡ i was rewatching that one wanteez drunk ep. and i couldn't stop thinking of how endearing and funny seonghwa was in it how does he manage to make me fall in love with him over and over again help. it needs to be studied. HE needs to be studied okay ill shush ENJOY MY FIRST HC hehe

naturally, (and i mean when he's sober) i see him as someone that wouldn't mind PDA

he's keeping it pg13 though!! his typical gentle hand holding, hand kissing, his arm dropped over your shoulders, warm hugs and some soft kisses on your cheeks while he caresses them with his soft hands

MAYBE if he's feeling bolder than usual some light teasing

tickling your waist, leaning towards you and giving the corner of your lips a peck that makes you crave for an actual, real kiss while he just smirks

i don't want to mention the tongue, thank you very much.

i decide to remain sane! ^^ (help me please)

he just loves seeing you getting all flustered! and loves showering you with his love, that's it! he's innocent! trust him!

until he gets drunk

oh boy

i feel like the moment this man has had too many drinks, it's going to be SO HARD for him to fight those inner voices and impulsive thoughts once his eyes land on you

he wants to keep you in his arms the whole time, especially on his lap so he can hum as he nuzzles your hair with his nose, breathing in your perfume that drives him mad

his pretty hands subtly touching your waist, hips and thighs, which leaves you squirming in his lap as you try to shush him with the last remained part of rationality in you

you can't see him, but you can feel the proud smile in the way his lips curl against the hot skin of your neck

he's loving this. never enjoyed something more in his life actually

he's a pretty self controlled man, with a lot of patience and an usual calm aura surrounding him

but please. for the love of god. he's an aries man after all

and right now? very drunk with a hazy mind and very, very curious hands

you might find this time the perfect opportunity for you to tease him back

there might be a problem though

he.

doesn't.

shut up.

which isn't exactly what sober hwa would do! he's a listener more than anything; that, plus he adores your voice and you can always read the "please never shut up i love you and your voice and the way you speak and think oh my god i just love you" from his face expressions

but sober isn't in his vocabulary anymore

so technically speaking, you can't even open your mouth to say something because mr. "i'm just a bit tipsy– ohhh, since when do i have two beautiful girlfriends?" has something to say!

a lot to say.

from cutely humming some ballad you two have been listening to,

telling you about what he has been doing in animal crossing, showing you his island, what lego he is planning on buying next and how excited he is to be building some pieces with you,

asking you if you want to watch star wars and starting to tell you the lore for the fifth time and you just sit there in silence, watching him with a fond smile on your face and your chin resting in the palm of your hand,

him suddenly getting up and starting to show you some new dance moves the whole members have prepared for their comeback

you're doing great sweetie!!!!!!!!!!

let him cook!!!!!!!

he almost slips because he can't keep his balance

like six times.

but he blames the rug underneath his feet because he's CLEARLY noooooot drunk

sure love, whatever helps you sleep at night!

all of that to almost crying because he suddenly got way too emotional just from looking at you. you just mean the world to him

of course you're worried

even though you're fighting some cuteness aggression because his ears are a crimson shade of red and all you want is just to hug him very tightly.

when you come back with a glass full of water for him, he's almost half asleep

yet he still rambles to himself

all of the sudden he's showing off his poetry skills

we all know how good he is with his words and how beautifully and heart warmingly he talks about everything

like ugh ouch my heart just write a book i'm begging :(((

so i feel like when he's drunk and you're taking care of him, he looks at you with those drowsy, boba eyes of his and all of the sudden he's letting out all of the thoughts he normally keeps in his head when you're in his sight, but feels too shy to say them to you

"i was a lost star until you showed up... my moon... you're my moon. you know that, right? i feel like i shine the brightest when you're with me, aegiya." you let out a small chuckle, not being able to ignore the way your heart skipped a beat at his sudden tender confession. he looked extra kissable with his lazy smile and messy hair, cheeks slightly flushed. once he realizes what he's mumbling, he looks away from you. suddenly the wall is very nice to look at. "fuck, what has gotten into me– ah, sorry, i didn't mean to..."

did i mention that he swears when he's drunk?

haha... :D

eye twitches

(this isn't affecting me at all trust)

nOW HEAR ME OUT pleasepleaseplease okay, park seonghwa is a gentleman to you through and through, no matter if he's sober or drunk. when it comes to the rest of his members though, he lets out a few cusses if something doesn't go his way or he's frustrated or pissed, especially if there are no cameras around

i feel like he takes the "i'm the oldest" privilege VERY seriously

good for him, good for him!

but if it's you, all that escapes his mouth are honey covered words because he's totally infatuated with you and wants to treat you the way you deserve to be treated

when he's drunk though, he might accidentally let some swears slip through those pretty lips of his

not directed towards you ! of course not. just a few fuck's and shit's and damn's

but it turns you on

coughs RIGHT! where was i hahahahahdkfjcfuckhesdoingthingstome

he speaks in a cuter way for sure, sometimes almost baby voice or a gremlin kind of voice which makes you laugh

he just gets even sillier and laughs at himself A LOT and you can't help but find the scene before your eyes incredibly funny and endearing

if you show him a finger, be assured that he'll laugh his ass off like you said the best joke to ever exist

be prepared to see him copying everything you do and giggling at it because in that moment, you, my dear, can change your career path and become a comedian in seonghwa's eyes.

he's gonna ramble for like 10-15 whole minutes about what a funny girlfriend he has and how lovely and pretty and kind and absolutely stunning and caring and hot and

knowing the current situation is alcohol 1 - seonghwa 0, he can not control his voice or accent that much

conclusion? his deep, satoori accent will definitely come out and surprise you

that's when you start sweating and your heart starts beating like crazy like it's in fast & furious

how dare he.

"jagiya... ah, i kinda want to drink more, but i think i have drank enough already. did i? shit, i honestly don't remember."

seriously. how dare he.

you don't know if you want to punch him, kiss him, faint or bring him another glass of water.

you're going through a lot of emotions, that's for sure

but so does seonghwa.

all of the sudden he's approaching you, slow and a bit wobbly, but he manages to lock you in between his body and the wall behind you, getting closer and closer to your face

his body temperature is crazily hot, you would definitely get worried that he has a fever if you didn't know he's as drunk as a fiddler

his hot, soju infused breath hits your parted lips as he whispers to you and you feel your knees getting weak. so weak, that you wonder if seonghwa will be able to catch you on time if you fall

"damn, angel, have i... ever told you how fucking crazy you're driving me? hm?"

!?,:?/?-!!!!!;!?2/!

im sorry ria.exe has stopped working

your breath hitched and all you could do was whisper his name because you entered the panic mode

and oh why would you do such thing

now a very tipsy and lust driven seonghwa is staring at your lips as he savors the way your body practically melts in his arms

good luck!!!!!! or have fun!!!!!!! both work ;)

{💌ྀི} masterlist

[monsterfuckerconfessions]

I'm taking an evening run along the edge of a wooded area in town when I felt the hairs on the back of my neck prickle, a sludgy feeling filling my stomach when I realize I'm being watched.

When I first moved to town I was warned off them, many times newbies and visitors to town would disappear and never been seen again but I loved the smell of the trees and breeze that seemed to come from the woods themselves.

I'd never cared about the rumors until now.

A sound of a wolf howl fills the chilly night air followed by more. My heart stutters in my chest and for some dumb ass reason stop to listen. I cant hear anything. The sound of the night insects that always seemed present were gone.

Then just as I decide to nope out of my run and lock myself in my house forever I turn around and there's a thing standing in the path. I decide immediately I wouldn't move because every documentary I'd ever seen about wild animals says to stay still and not move. Maybe it couldn't see me if I didn't move? (Like it was a dinosaur or something.) Even while every cell in my body screamed at me to turn and run away, I would still stand like deer in the head lights because the thing in front of me was a monster plain and simple.

The full moon illuminates a man-- and that term is as loose as it goes. The only things that made it a man was its upright form which towered far too high stood on two thick tree truck legs (with a huge as cock jutting upright that would make any man proud) and had two arms bulging with muscles.

And that's where the differences stop.

The head more canine than manly, elongated snout snarled showing pointed saliva-dripping teeth, human-like eyes seemed to glow red in the dark as two pointed ears stood upright on its head, one seemed to twitch as if listening to the woods on our left. Its whole body is covered in tuffs of dark fur-- It could have been any shade of black, grey or brown, its to shadowy to tell for sure in the moonlight but what I can see is the shine that seems to be dripping from the wolf man's cock like a drippy faucet.

I had tried not to look at the cock once I'd noticed it but I couldn't help it as it continued to lift and drip.

A twig snapped at the edge of the woods. The wolfman turn's its head and snarls at the sound and I knew it was the only opening I would get so I turn and run.

I only get a few yards before I'm tackled from behind, falling beneath the large body at my back and face first into the loose dirt pathway. I dont scream or cry because what if it gets angry? Instead I close my eyes tight and whimper as a wet snout presses against my neck sniffing, running along my ear and throat before letting out a growl.

"P-please... D-don't eat m-me..." I plead, not able to work up anything louder than a whisper. Maybe it can understand me and would decide I'm too pathetic to eat?

The wolfman lets out another growl, this time deeper than the last before a hard bar as rubbed against my ass, rubbing between the spandex covered crack before sinking between downward to also rub against my pussy.

I gasp and cry out in shock, trying to scramble away but its claw-tipped fingers grip my shoulders and pin me in place to the dirt as he begins to hump its gigantic cock against me.

Oh god. Oh god. It wants to fuck me. The huge wolfman with the Kong sized cock is dry humping me like a horny highschooler. And for some reason I'd never been so turned on and scared at the same time in my whole life.

As the wolfman humps for a few moments, his pants and groans in my ear far more human than they should be but its wolf-like snout was a glaring reminder he wasn't human.

The wolf man let out a growl in frustration before his weight lifted off me, his clawed hands left my shoulders a moment before my leggings were ripped off of me-- grabbed in his huge, clawed hands and ripped down the back seem until my ass and sopping wet pussy lips were exposed to the night air.

"What ar--" my immediate protest was cut off as that canine nose was pressed against my pussy from behind and I left out a squeal of surprise. "Noooo... Dont." I pleaded, hopefully somewhat convincingly because no matter how hard I wanted him to stop I also didn't.

Rough hands spread my legs wider as his snout burrows in the crevice between my thighs and a rough tongue licks me from clit to asshole several times before the wolfman lets out a satisfied groan and starts to tongue fuck me vigorously.

I cant do anything besides mewl and moan beneath the ministrations of his tongue. I'd never been eaten like this. All my past boyfriends did it as little as possible, a few tongue flicks against my clit before just shoving their cocks in. Meanwhile, this wolfman beast thing is eating my pussy like its the tastiest treat he's ever had.

And I shouldn't want more but I do... I so fucking do and I'm so glad he decided to eat me even though I had begged him not to.

My orgasm slams through me and I scream into the night air, it wasn't until wolfman used his massive hands to pull my ass higher into the air and felt the blunt probing against my pussy that I began to protest again, "No wai--" but before I could finish the words he thrust forward. "Fuck!" I screamed as he split my pussy wide over his massive cock, stretching me wider than I'd ever been before and it fucking hurt.

I hung my head in defeat and cried, tears falling from my eyes and into the dirt beneath me. It wasn't until wolfman nuzzled his face against my throat and let out a small rumbly purr that I realize he had stopped his forward invasion of my pussy and was actually trying to soothe me.

A few moments I panted beneath him on my knees and elbows with his massive cock speared however far it had managed to go into my pussy as he growl-purred and licked at my cheek and neck, his hips giving tiny thrusts like he just couldn't manage to stop some type of friction against his cock.

He seemed to know when the ripping pain turned into something else but when he did he didn't hold back anymore. His cock pulled from me slowly before slamming back in hard, over and over again rutting into me like a battering ram.

"Oh fuck yes," I cry out as he hits my g-spot just right, pushing my ass back against the wolfman trying to get him to hit it again and he does, purposefully turning his thrusts short and sharp to hit against that spot over and over again until I screaming out "Yes. Yes. Don't stop." as I cum, squirting all over his cock.

Then I feel the swelling inside me, like his cock as a lump that's getting bigger and bigger until he's locked into me, his snout no longer rubbing against my neck and is now biting down at the shirt covered fabric of my shoulder, his clawed hands grabbing my breasts as he worked that knot farther and deeper into my pussy.

"Mine," he seems to growl from where his teeth are locked on my shoulder as I feel his cock jerking inside me, filling me with the hot spurts of his cum and I'm delirious with all of it. The pleasure. The pain. The fact that this somehow can't be reality as I cum a third time on a monster cock.

I dont know how long I was pinned beneath his teeth as his hard cock rocked gently into me, my knees and elbows probably permanently imbedded with gravel but I couldn't feel any pain. It was like my body was floating on cloud and everything around me was soft and muted.

When wolfman pulled his cock from my pussy, the knot finally disappearing from me completely I couldn't help but whimper at the loss as his cum spilled from me. I figured he'd leave me a ravaged pile of bones on the ground but instead he lifted me into his large furred arms and cuddled me against his chest as he headed towards the woods. "Where are we going?" I asked sleepily not really expecting a reply as I laid my head against his shoulder, my face pressed against his furred neck and it was my turn to breath in his scent. Like musky man and woods, and he was soooo warm against the cool night air.

"It's time for you to meet the pack," he said, his voice was gravely the words seemed to come from his throat versus his mouth, no doubt his snout and tongue werent made for talking but they sure were made for eating pussy.

"Mmmm, are you going to eat me too?" // fin.

(sorry for the tense changes, i can never keep them straight)

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[squippy360]

Jarvis x Male reader

(Smut, mentions of boypussy, detachable cock, robot fetish, tentacles...kinda)

....hey everybody-

You had just got back from the tower after chasing Tony around town for internships with Peter. You came home to find your robotic lover in the shower. Jarvis's humming to a song could be heard from the bathroom door. You let out a groan and flopped onto your bed, pent up and frustrated. 

You gasped when you felt something from under you prodding at your back. You sat up and took the object out from under the blankets.

It was a Dildo…

Jarvis's…dildo.

When Tony heard about your little relationship with his AI, he laughed his ass off for about a week, calling you "lonely as fuck" because he doesn't really exist…until he made him exist. He built a robot to cheer you up after relentlessly bullying you as an apology. He did make a point to detail his dick as precisely as possible, using Steve as a reference (which he did not enjoy.) His penis was detachable, only taking it off to clean it or around it.

You felt too pent up to wait for him to come out so you kicked your pants off, stuck a towel under you, and grabbed the line from your nightstand drawer. You poured the liquid into your hand and slowly jerked off the toy, rubbing the rest around your desperate hole. You pushed the toy in, not bothering to prep yourself and bit into the blankets to keep yourself from being too loud. "OOoOooOoh…" Your broken moan reverberated through the room as you slowly pumped the toy in and out. 

You didn't pay any attention to the fact Jarvis had stopped humming and all that could be heard was the water and music. 

"Jarv…Jarvis…:m" You whimpered and your hand made it's way to your throbbing cock. A high keen tore from your throat as the oddly warm toy brushed against your walls. "Fuckfuckfuckfuck- UGH-" You grunted as your cock twitched. Your hair sticking to your sweaty forehead as you squirm on the mattress. Your legs spread out and shaking as you felt a bit embarrassed that you were exposing yourself to your stuffed animals. Poor things. 

You were thrashing around as you aimed for your prostate over and over, crying out embarrassingly loud as you accidentally hit the vibrate button. Your eyes rolled back and you arched your back, the toy sinking deep into you, cum painting your tummy like a messy canvas. 

You lie there for a bit, your head filled with fog and clouds. You soon come too and look down at the mess with a frown. You wipe the cum away and pull the toy out to wipe yourself and it down of any lube. You stuck the toy back where you found it and put on a new pair of underwear and threw the towel in the hamper before sinking into bed, exhausted yet satisfied. 

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Oh God. 

You made a mistake. 

You had come home one day to find Jarvis sitting in bed, his face red and a pillow in between his legs. You tilted your head in confusion before he asked you the most embarrassing question you and ever heard. 

"Did you masturbate with my cock last week? You know I can feel it, right?" He mumbled. 

You both didn't move nor speak. Your face was soon a shade of deep red and a flurry of stuttered apologies flooded out. He only embarrassingly nodded. You both say in an awkward silence before you join him in bed. 

He turned to you and pulled you into a kiss. You hummed and crawled closer to him, sitting on his lap with your arms resting on his shoulders. He whimpered and you grinded against him unconsciously. You both pulled apart with heavy breaths, eyes locked onto each other. 

"Can you…Can you feel the hole when you detach it?" You asked. He nodded and that was all you needed  before you pinned him down and yanked his clothes off. He looked up at you with confusion as you grabbed the lube and detached his cock, it already turning hard in your hands. "I have an idea. You can stop me at any time if you don't want to continue." You whispered to him. After giving you a small nod, you lubricated up his cock and slowly pushed it inside before you fully leaned forward on your knees and your chest touching the bed and your face was right in front of his boypussy. 

He looked down at you with desperate eyes, his hips bucking up despite his cock detached. It slowly sank into you with the help of gravity. He remotely activated the vibrator in it, making you moan loudly. You pushed his thighs up so he is fully exposed. He hides his face in his hands as your face gets closer to his crotch.

You lick your lips before running your tongue around the oddly rubbery hole. Jarvis responds with a loud and whiny moan. "M/N~" He begged. You began to suck the two little metal plugs that connect the dildo to him. His soft thighs shook and closed around your head, trapping you in his fake fleshy legs. Your eyes roll up to meet his blue metallic eyes. 

"OoOOOOOH!" He screamed out. You hummed in surprise as the dildo began to move. Jarvis's ceiling wires dropped down and attached itself to the dildo and was now fucking you. The other wires wrapped around your body like a weird lingerie, making you feel safe yet exposed and tied up. 

You loved It. 

They wrapped around your cock, giving it small shocks that made you feel like they were vibrating. You moaned into the little poles, licking and ducking the faster and harder. All the blood rushed to your head and cock, making you feel lightheaded as Jarvis squished your face in his perfect thighs more. 

"Scharvish…pleash… can I cum?" Your words are muffled by his somehow twitching hole. He nodded eagerly. "I-I'm coming! I'M COMING!" He screamed as his body twitched and shook. Liquid quickly forced itself down your throat and you drank it without a second thought. You moaned into Jarvis as your cum splashed on the bed and your thigh. The wires retreated back into the ceiling, detaching from the dick in your ass.

You flopped over and pulled the toy out, taking a moment to catch your breath and regain your stamina. Jarvis was boneless. He had yet responded to the soft calls of his name. His body was still twitching and gasping from his first raw and direct orgasm. 

You cleaned up the mess you both made, helping him put his dick back on and dressing him before you flopped into bed, holding your boyfriend close as you both shut down for the night.

Next up: Stucky x Male reader

[boulette-of-paper]

YU-GI-OH “Historical” Headcannon

Hello, it's been quite some time. But finally, I took time to finish this draft!

Small necessary disclaimers :

⚠️ Excuse my english, I'm not native.

⚠️ It's hard to find the balance between historical and fun to write. So somethings I might have said in my previous post won't technically matter here.

Fandom : Yu-Gi-Oh (manga + anime)

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General

Atem

His mother died during childbirth. That would explain the absence of brother and sister.

He had a nurse, potentially Maana's mother since it was said they knew each other since childhood.

Aside from that he had a pretty lonely childhood, he is the future pharaoh, a god among the humans. So every relationship starts with a massive imbalance.

He lacked connection with people basically. (Except Mahad and Maana)

Pharoh used to be disconnected from their people, they were symbols before humans

He had and still has an issue with eye contact. Either he doesn't look at people at all or just fixes someone intensely. No in-between.

Young Atem couldn’t stay put unless someone was brushing his hair.

Even older he has a very soft spot and liking when he gets pampered. He loves long baths or when someone does his make-up or again brushing his hair.

Atem has no issues with nudity, again the clothes were very reviling,

Atem might be anxious when completely alone. He’s so used to being with all his servants, advisers etc. ect that when the silence finally arrives and his alone in his bed he tends to feel weird.

He adores cats. But, he used to be a bit too enthusiastic and a cat scratched him and since then he let them come to him but never engaged with them.

Atem would pass hours at the temple, and his surroundings would think of him as a very pious man, but it was for the cats AND for Priest Seto.

Priest Seto

Priest Seto has the longest and lushiest (?) hair known to exist.

He loves cats and cats love him back.

Priest Seto knows his eyeliner, he does it in the first stroke and it’s always perfect

Child Seto because of his blue eyes was looked at a lot, not in a bad way but more like he was unusual looking.

Seto’s eyes allowed him to be noticed by priests as a “Child of the Gods” since some shades of blue seem to be linked to the sky and the divine in ancient Egypt.

Seto loves to read, and temples were known to be filled with a lot of scriptures.

Seto is more in touch with the people than Atem, since priests were also magicians and doctors

Priest Seto is so loyal to the Pharaoh not only because Atem is the heir of the gods he worships but also because younger they both used to pet the temple’s cat.

Priest Seto is good at what Atem doesn’t like to deal with. That’s why even tho he’s young his one of Atem’s favourite ministers.

Seto likes to walk alone at night under the stars.

Relationship Headcannons (I know you were looking for it)

But how do we end up in a relationship with those two cuties, and still be accurate historically ?? Well, my friend here is what I could think of.

Atem :

To be 1st wife material, sadly you’ll have to from the family OR a very very influential heir/heiress of a nobleman.

If you’re not 1st wife material > You’ll have to be part of his harem as either: a skilled person or maybe an heiress of an enemy tribe who has been vanquished or is in alliance.

Wait let me explain, Harem in ancient Egypt isn’t what we commonly think. The pharaoh’s harem was, surely to entertain the Pharaoh but also to showcase skill and the Egyptian culture in a way.

So we can imagine here so very skilled shadow game players or very beautiful dancers etc.

Seto :

Find no source to say that priest took a celibacy oath so you can imagine anything you want.

(Personally, I have my small fantasy of forbidden love between him and an OC priestess because I love drama)

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Here you have it. It’s not much but hope it at least entertains one or two people. I might have one or two more ideas but who knows. Have a lovely day

If you have any questions please to ask me and if you need sources again ask 😽

Bisous Bye <3

[madarasgirl]

Off-Label Sharingan Emotional Smut

Madara is a visual man, as I've said before. Often, he believes he sees the world too clearly and finds it an ugly place, but when it comes to you, his eyes are truly a blessing.

Scenario of what it's like for Madara and his fem!S/O to make love when his Sharingan is active, inspired by my Madara Sharingan HC

Warnings: NSFW, emotional porn, "inappropriate" use of Sharingan, creampie, facial Words: 689

You peered through your desirous haze at the crimson irises staring intently back at you. You thought by now, you should have been used to Madara's prolonged looks that meticulously captured every detail about you. It was like he saw through you. You shuddered with arousal as you were read and memorized like a favourite novel.

He shoved hard again and held himself there, his tip pushing against the back corner of your pussy, kissed by your walls and cervix.

Your eyes squeezed shut before rolling back. He could make out the muscles around your lips that pulled them into a thin line forming a pout. He predicted you were going to wrinkle your nose, furrow your eyebrows, and gasp next. You did. Gods, you were beautiful. He pulled back and hilted himself with force once more, needing to see you make that face again. And indulge him you did.

Madara groaned, his vision so acute he could see the nearly imperceptible glistening of sweat over your forehead, capture the quick pulse at your jugular and your twitching fingers with clarity. You reached for his face like he knew you were going to, so he dipped his head to meet you halfway, nuzzling his cheek into your begging palm. He knew every swirl of the fingerprints he loved, the patterns of your hands imprinted in his mind's eye.

His sight captured every faint line gracing your features, ones no one else would see, each line that surrounded your lips, nose, and eyes reminding him of your radiant smiles directed solely at him. The finest hairs on your skin that didn't register against his touch stood out to his eyes. Each tiny freckle scattered across your cheeks was visible, down to the variable shades of colour within the same spot, and the lustrous sheen of your hair was so glossy it looked like silk.

You were a feast for his eyes in every way. He would never understand when you fretted over one feature or another. You were even sillier when you attempted to conceal yourself from him because "he saw too clearly."

You did not possess his visual prowess, for you were not an Uchiha, though he should make you one. Still, you wouldn't understand the perfection that was your corporeal form. Never see what he sees. His heart warmed when you kept holding his gaze, your body open to him in complete trust and surrender. He knew from the tensing of your legs and the miniscule flickering of groin muscles what you were going to do next. He was close too.

You were still staring into his Sharingan, creating your own memories about those fiery glowing orbs, those doting eyes, when the pattern shifted. Commas bled into each other and spokes appeared in triplet. He caressed your bud in circles the way he saw you do once before, when he made you touch yourself for him. Your release hit as you felt Madara's cock vibrating, then liquid heat seeping from your connection. The pattern was spinning.

You came again, your folds embracing him as Madara emptied himself once more in your addictive pussy where he belonged.

You came again, quivering walls convulsing around his dick erratically. He rumbled deeply, the feral craving to claim you again possessing his animal brain. He pulled out against your whines of disapproval, ribbons of semen spraying from his shaft and falling to your chest and abdomen. As soon as you realized what he intended, your stunning face hungered for more. He could visualize the moisture that surrounded each taste bud as you opened your mouth and stuck out your tongue for him, the pink flesh inviting him for more. Mine.

You came again. Oh? This time your hands clutched his hard biceps, your squealing sounding to the heavens as you bared your throat to Madara, grinding your hips on his to take him deeper. Madara held onto his orgasm for you until yours was completed. He withdrew, coming to a crouch over your chest as he aimed higher. Warm cum splashed until he had your pretty face covered, marked as his. MINE.

[missmielyhoran]

Housemate

in which Y/N finds a cheap place to live...

(Werewolf!Harry × Florist!reader)

Masterlist

*****

Moving out was a hard task and harder than that was finding a place to live.

You thought packing your bags and moving out of your parents' house after one bad fight was some kind of badass move, but it came to bite you in the ass.

You were living in your best friend's apartment, but she herself was moving in with her boyfriend, and the apartment was already bought by the next owners, and you only had two days left.

Most of the places you saw were either too expensive, too shady, or too far from your shop.

Losing all hope, you sat down on the bench in the park and ate your burrito. Tears of frustration and anger were pricking in your eyes when a piece of paper flew straight on your face and stuck to it.

You removed it from your face groaning. The first thing you saw was 'housemate needed' in bold letters, and like fate pulling you in, you walked straight to the address, forgetting all about your burrito.

*****

Harry was in desperate need of a roommate. Someone would think being who he is, he wouldn't have to worry about bills and shit but it was a modern world, even his dad had to go to work.

His work pay wasn't cutting it, though. He was struggling to pay his bills and still have some money left for food and stuff or in his savings. Then Niall suggested getting a roommate like he did. The idea would have been great if he was a normal human being, but he wasn't. He was a walking danger.

A blaring warning signal on legs was who he was.

His house was beautiful if he said so himself. It was a decent size, two rooms, and a bathroom with an open kitchen-living room plan. Most of the walls decorated with pastels. Living room walls were baby blue but a specific shade he loved with loads of plants.

No one wanted to live near the forest, which was the problem. His house of near forest (for obvious reasons) and most of the people living there were either like him or old people who just wanted to live off their days in peace.

He had just plopped himself down on his couch when the bell rang. He stood up straight, something about whoever it was on the door made his senses perk up. He fixed his jeans and patchwork cardigan he made himself. Harry walked towards the door, the unknown feeling growing and growing.

He calmed and took a deep breath before opening the door. But when he did, he forgot how to breathe. There you were in a cute little yellow sundress with black boots and the biggest smile showing your dimple on the left cheek.

"Hi" You said like a bird in some disney movie. You looked like a disney character with big almost animated looking eyes, curly hair tied up in a half up do.

"Hi" He mumbled shyly and welcomed you in. He wasn't very outgoing but in front of you he felt different. It was like he was a teenager again interacting with crush for the first time.

He really hoped you would agree to live here cause he didn't know if he could let you go.

"I saw the ad for a housemate? I honestly didn't know flyers were still a thing you know cause of Craigslist and stuff. " You laughed lightly while Harry's face went red.

"My friend suggested I should get another person here cause of expenses, and I'm not good with the internet, so I did what I knew," He said, feeling a bit embarrassed. He grew up different from the others, and he also didn't like social media, to be honest.

He was basically a grandma in 25 years old boy's body, as Niall says.

"Oh no, I didn't mean it like that." Your eyes widened, thinking you had made him feel bad. The walking around the whole area has gotten you tired and maybe a grumpy, "Oh my god, I'm sorry"

That made him laugh, showing off the deep dimples on both sides of his cheeks, his eyes crinkling. He looked like a squished grape, but in a cute way, you just wanted to pinch his cheeks and hold his face for entern-

Woah there calm down.

"I like this place a lot," you said, turning away before you could do something embarrassing.

"I will show you around," He said, walking in front of you. It was a small house with a small entryway with a shoerack and medium-sized mirror. The living room was blue with loads of plants and a yellow couch with a matching love seat, giving it a pop of colour. The kitchen was also blue with white cupboards, an island facing the back o the couch.

There were two doors, one of which you guessed was Harry's room and other yours. "This is my room" He said opening the room, it was everything you expected, white walls with a blue accent wall, crumbled white sheets on bed in middle of the room, a desk near the window and loads of plants.

"Blue is your favorite I take," you teased, watching him smile shyly and mumble a yeah.

Then we got to the other room, it was sage green with an old couch in the middle and that was it. It was a decent size enough for you. There was a window just like in his. It was identical to most.

"So...do you like it?" Harry trailed off. He was anxiously looking at you trying to figure out if you liked it or not.

"I love it!" You gave him a big smile and walked in more to look around. The whole house had a musky smile, like soil after rain, foresty, and you were in love.

"I might have to tell you I might steal your clothes cause they look good and comfy." You teased him and gave a cheeky laugh.

Harry was about to jump in happiness like a puppy getting asked if he wanted a treat, and in a way, it was.

"You can take whatever you want." He smiled, and you there it was the urge to just pinch his cheeks, and this time you gave in.

You extened your hand and gave him a soft pinch on cheek, "You're soo cut-" You cut off your sentence and removed your hand. It felt like an electric shock went through when you touched him.

Harry felt it too, a lot harder than you. His eyes were matching his, wide in shock. You didn't know what it meant, and neither did Harry, but it wasn't something normal, and neither was them being so undeniably pulled towards each other.

"I never got your name," Harry asked in hushed in voice, your eyes on his emerald ones.

"Y/N," you replied in the same voice, not wanting to break the moment. Harry smiled, thinking how your name suited you a lot.

"Welcome to Lone Cottage, Y/N"

*****

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[thethreeeyed-raven]

a love which cannot be

navigation | warnings : slight suggestiveness, time skips, jealous bran, father being arsehole, robb seems like an ass, cringey description of bran lmao, i just fucking love brans nose oml, lmk if there’s more | a/n : sorry if you guys don’t like it i just get ideas all of the time lmao, will be writing a part two :) | tags : @knight-of-flowerss | bran stark playlist

The journey to Winterfell was long and excruciating. The land you came from was nothing like Winterfell. Yours was filled with exotic animals, it rained nearly almost everyday, and the heat was so hot you could melt.

Maybe Winterfell would be a nice change, perhaps this Robb Stark man would be a good husband to you, and not beat you or be disloyal as you knew some women's husbands to be.

Your father wanted you to marry the heir to Winterfell, thinking it would strengthen your connections with the Starks.

Robb was seven years older than you. You only being 14 and him 21.

"Father, are we nearly there yet?" You asked nervously. In truth, you did not want to marry this Robb Stark, you wanted to marry someone of your own age, someone of your own choosing.

"Yes, nearly. Just another day." Your father answered in a coarse voice.

You had finally arrived in Winterfell. The Starks were all lined up. There was one that stood out from them all. You assumed he was the bastard, Jon Snow. He looked nothing like Lady Stark. He had dark brown curls, almost black and his eyes were the exact same too. He looked like he tried hard to earn a place beside his half-siblings.

Your father and Ned Stark gave a curt nod to each other, they weren't as close as Ned and King Robert.

"Lord Y/L/N." Ned started, your father replying with "Lord Stark."

As they conversated, you eyed the Stark children. The one you were betrothed to, Robb Stark, had brown curly hair and tried to look like he had authority. Then there was Sansa, with fiery red hair, icy blue eyes and a kind smile graced her soft pink lips. There was Arya, her hair was wild and her clothes were all over the place. Rickon was the youngest, with golden hair and eyes that twinned Sansa's. Lastly, your eyes travelled to...wait...that was Bran Stark?!

Seven hells, he's gorgeous...

His hair was a fair shade of brown, adorned with light curls. His eyes were dark chocolate, you could stare into forever, perhaps you could find the universe in them if you gazed long enough. His lips were a cherry red, and his cheeks sprinkled with light freckles.

Oh gods, his nose is so big...

"Y/n." Your father had been calling your name for the past five minutes. "Come and say hello."

Bran had noticed your intense gaping at him, so he gave you a good observation too. A light blush appeared across his cheeks when he realised everyone had caught you both, so he ducked his head down, but his eyes never left your figure.

The Starks of Winterfell held a feast for you and your families arrival.

The air in the room was getting too stuffy, so you left your seat next to your mother and went outside.

You walked farther away and found yourself in the training grounds, finding Jon teaching Bran a few things about swords.

"You have to hold it like this with a tight grip but not too tight-"

"Why aren't you inside with everyone else?"

They both shot round not expecting you to be there.

Bran gulped, looking at Jon, then diverting his eyes to the ground.

"Why aren't you mi'lady/mi'lord?" Jon knew Bran wouldn't speak to you until after he got over the shock of your existence.

"I don't like it in there." It felt a little bit difficult trying to make conversation with them as they were awkward people. "Also it's a little bit boring, sick of hearing about marriages."

Bran let out a little huff of amusement, he had grown jealous over Robb.

You had been staying in Winterfell and your relationship with the Stark children had grown.

You and Robb were still very distant with each other, both of you always doing your own thing. You were fine with it, as you were closer to the other other Stark boys, especially one in particular.

"Bran, stop."

Both of you were sat under a tree, eating fruit you had both picked. He had forbidden himself from climbing ever since he fell out of that tower and fell into a coma for a few months.

"I'm not doing anything."

"You're trying to hold my hand." You could feel his little finger brushing against your own on top of the fur you were sat on.

You watched as he jutted his bottom lip out of annoyance, he really, really wanted to hold your hand but didn't know how to ask.

Sighing, you took his hand into yours, relishing in the warmth it provided you.

Bran rested his head against your shoulder, his breath tickling your ear. "I wish I could hold your hand all the time."

It was like time stopped. Everything was perfect, you and bran together, but then you had realised that you hadn't been trying to stop your betrothal to Robb at all, you had Bran right beside you and you weren't snatching him up like you could've done.

"I'm going to meet you in your room tonight."

"Bran, Bran open the door." It was the middle of the night, and you kept your word, making your way to his room once you knew everyone was asleep.

You heard the handle rattle and the door opened to reveal a very tired Bran who was barely awake.

"Y/n?" He was very much awake now once he realised you were still in your night clothes. "Come on it must be freezing out there." Bran grabbed your wrist and dragged you inside, some of the candles and the fire was still lit. Was he waiting for you?

"I didn't think you'd actually come, you did take a long time." He averted his eyes, too overwhelmed to look into yours.

"I had to wait 'till midnight, my parents notice everything." You licked your lips before continuing. "My mother specially, she has noticed that we have been spending lots of time together."

Gods, please say our time doesn't have to end, Bran thought.

"My mother will mention it to my father." You took his hands in yours, noticing how clammy they were. "I shall not be separated from you, I am yours and you are mine."

"...I am yours?"

"And you are mine my love, no matter who I marry, whether it is a Dornish man, or a Northern man, you will always be the one to hold my heart."

"You will always hold my heart, no one can ever compare to you."

None of you could hold back anymore. You smashed your lips together, letting your hands roam wherever they wanted.

You opened your mouth and his tongue slid in. His hands caressed your face as yours rested on his chest.

"I don't want to go too far." Bran said, his eyes glazed like he just drunk two cups of wine.

"We won't."

In the morning before everyone woke, you snuck away, leaving Bran to sleep soundly for a few more hours, not noticing the bruise forming on your neck.

Your maids were currently dressing you, choosing what shoes you should wear, how to have your hair styled etc when your mother came in.

"Ah, there you are, your father requests your presence." She said as she crossed her hands in front of her.

"What does he want to talk with me about?" You said, turning towards her once the maids had finished.

"He-what's that?" Your mother pointed to a spot on your neck

What?

You looked down to where she was pointing, just to see a red bruise which had formed. The colour in your face drained.

"Mother-" She took you by the arm. "Come with me now, your father will want to know who did this.

Your father was extremely angry when your mother had taken you to him. He was so angry in fact, that he startled the Starks that were enjoying their peaceful morning with their delicious breakfast.

Ned quickly stood, trying to calm your father.

"My lord, I assure you we will find out which one of our children did this." His wife, Lady Catelyn tried to reassure him.

"You best do, and whoever it is, see they are punished." Your father gave a disgusted look to the Stark children and stormed out of the hall, leaving you and your mother there.

"Come, child." Your mother beckoned you away.

You gave one last look towards the Starks, holding eye contact with Bran. You mouthed 'I'm sorry' as you were gently pushed through the doors.

Catelyn paced back and forth as she looked at her children, Ned stood in the corner letting his wife do the talking.

It couldn't have been Sansa and Arya, they were with me last night, She thought.

"If I will, Mother, I was with Father last night." Robb decided to break the awkward silence. "And Jon was in the blacksmith's."

Catelyn finally stopped her pacing and turned to look at Bran who kept avoiding everyone's eyes and biting his nails.

Ned lifted himself from the wall and stood next to Catelyn. "Son,"

Bran squeezed his eyes shut feeling the pressure of everyone's gaze. "We didn't do anything!"

Ned knelt to his son's height and placed his hands on his shoulder. "Son, what happened? Tell the truth and tell it true."

Bran sighed, defeated. "All we did was kiss."

"Bran, do you realise what you've done? This could greatly affect Y/n's betrothal to Robb!" Catelyn was always the more harsher parent when it came to disciplining her children.

"Good! I hope it does!" Bran yelled back. In other instances, Bran would never talk back to his mother.

Before she could respond, a knight came through the door. "The Lord Y/L/N requests your presence."

Ned sighed and turned back to Bran. "You're a good lad Bran, we just have to hope no harsh punishment will be carried out for this."

Your father had been informed of the situation, and yet he was still infuriated.

"We are never coming back to this place again, you should teach your son some respect." That was the last thing your father said to Eddard Stark.

And it would be years before you saw Brandon Stark again.

[quills-of-freedom]

Cock Canons ~

Reiner - Porco - Bertolt - Levi - Hange

Detailed descriptions of their junk, including pictures and links to buy one if you so wish... Lovehoney is NOT a sponsor. Although they should. I'd be happy to endorse sex toys.

Warnings: Well, Peni. 18+ only

Reiner Braun 💥

Reiner has a monster cock. It’s at least 9" and its girthy too. It slightly curves at the top, rendering it impossible to not have an orgasm while he’s inside of you, as his fat head prods at your G-Spot over and over.

Reiner’s cock has that clean salty taste. He showers often with all of the training he does so it’s never unpleasant to have in your mouth.

When it’s errect the veins are pretty protruding; having to keep such a large muscle supplied with plenty of blood as he fucks you into the other world.

His balls a large but not overly so. The skin around them is pretty tight and he likes to shave them because he doesn’t like the feeling of being over-grown. And he loves it when you sensually suck on them.

[ This ] is the closest pic I could find of what Reiner’s cock would look like. It would be a slighter darker shade but the heads shade of pink is pretty spot on.

His pre cum is super sweet, like corn syrup or something delightful.

His cum is more salty but still not bad. It’s extremely thick and ropey. This cock, with all of his testosterone, breeding kinks and his natural pheromones, is just designed to impregnate.

Porco Galliard 🥵

Porco’s precious penis is shorter than Reiner’s but just as - if not more - girthy.

It’s more rounded at the top and oh so deliciously fat. Like his neck.

Porco also showers as often as he can, as he’s always pushing himself during training so his dick is usually nice and clean.

It’s still a fucking weapon so his also has a strong appearance of veins as it requires a lot of blood flow.

Porco has a hard time dealing with intense feelings of lust, often losing control and letting himself getting too fired up, so you’d better make sure the safety is on for this gun, pal.

The closest pic to Porco’s junk is [ this ]. But longer and more girthy. His balls are also larger than that.

Porco Galliard is an absolute animal in bed once he’s within his comfort zone with you, and this dick can deal a lot of damage.

His cum is sweeter than Reiner’s but is just as thick.

Bertoldt Hover 🌭

Bertoldt’s banging baton his like him; long, slender and timid. But awaken it and… My god you’ll be sorry. Once this man gets fired up and slips into the mists of madness, there’s is no stopping him.

Bertoldt’s cock loves attention; start stroking it or touching it in any way, it won’t be long until every shy fiber in this boys being turns to cinders and ashes.

There’s a few pictures I found that’s pretty accurate. Let me know which one you like the best for this beast boy.

[ here ] , [ here ] and [ here ] .

Bert’s cum tastes the best out of anyone in this list. It’s almost like salt water taffy or sweet and salted popcorn.

His balls are tight, slightly smaller than his fellow warriors but that really doesn’t mean a thing. He will still absolutely ruin you with ease. Once he sees the red curtain he’s sure to perform well.

His cock is the twitchiest of the bunch. When it’s errect it can not stop still, almost like it’s trying to hurl itself into your hand or any part of you, really.

Levi Ackerman

Oh boy.

O—h boy.

Levi Ackerman is one with his cock. It’s like it has its own consciousness and they meld into one. He knows just how to use it, what to do next to push you to the next level of ecstasy.

Levi’s dick is big and thick. Deliciously thick. He’s definitely packing down there. It’s got a nice shape to it to, and the closest pic i could find to do it any justice is [ this one here ] (except bigger)

If he’s not on an expedition, Levi’s hygiene practices are second to none. It’s always a pleasure to have him in your mouth.

His jet black pubic hairs are trimmed nice and neatly into a cosy little landing strip, beckoning you to descend onto the rolled out welcome mat.

Levi is short because of his malnutrition as a child. But that did not effect the growth of his manhood. It’s a nice clue to how well built he would have been, had circumstances been different.

He can go again and again and again with short intervals. He truly is one of the king’s of sex in this universe.

Hange Zoë

Hange has a wide range of strap-ons and dildos she likes to use on her partner whether she’s being Dom or Sub.

When she’s feeling particularly dominating she likes to unleash [ this ] onto your poor, unsuspecting booty.

It vibrates and her womanhood is very sensitive, so when she’s unleashing this on you, she’s pretty much constantly cuming.

It helps that she has the sight of you being absolutely destroyed by her device .

Hange is loud during sex so with her repeating orgasms, you’d better prepare yourself for Levi to complain about the noise when she’s using it.

She’s a squirter so sex gets very fuckin messy when she’s using this.

She has a name for it too; “Titania”

[motheatenscarf]

1, 7, 19 for talia!!! even if i don't go here i love to see you talk about her 💗 i am invested in Her

THANK YOU SO MUCH, I appreciate you fr, you are a true enabler and I love u for it <3

1. how is your wol about personal hygiene? are they on top of it? always perfumed and spotless, a little messy sometimes, or do they have to be reminded to groom?

OH YEAH, she's finicky about it. The nature of the job means she's never able to be spotless, but she'll always at least wash up even if she can't get a decent soak or scrub in. Dirt on it's own isn't so bad, so long as she doesn't smell, but god, if she starts sweating, it's UNBEARABLE. She's from Garlemald, which is like. Fantasy Russia?? It's dangerously cold there and she was adapted to that climate. Unfortunately, nowhere else is that cold (except Ishgard, which is why she lives there), so she's kind of always mildly uncomfortable and sweaty. A dry heat like a lot of the deserts she's been to is at least avoidable through a nice breeze or shade, but she's going to Fantasy South America for Dawntrail. She might die.

7. how does your wol feel about their hair? is it important to them? just kind of in the way? who cuts it? do they take good care of it or are they not particularly fussed about it?

Her hair is very important to her, she takes a lot of pride in it and tries to keep it looking shiny and likes to wear flowers in it when she dresses up. This world operates on fantasy logic, so it's not gonna get messed up while being kept loose and free in battle. If Zenos and Sephiroth get to have beautiful evil anime hot boy villain hair, then goddamit, so does she!

19. what would you say is your wol's greatest flaw? what part of their personality causes them the most problems?

Okay, I've already answered this question, but the nice thing about me is that I take the advice of "give your characters flaws" to heart, so there's still more to say! She has. Kind of a hard time filtering herself and for good or ill, you will always know where you stand with Talia. If she does not like you, she will not hesitate to let you know and provide an itemized list as to why. If she does like you and she has an issue with you, she will still tell you and if you do not fix that issue, she will hound you about it forever. Sometimes these issues are real, other times they are extremely petty and stupid. Zenos single handedly razed Garlemald to ashes, nearly killed her friends on several ocassions, one of which involved shunting her soul out of her body so he could puppet it around disguised as her to get those friends to lower their guards so he could get close enough to murder them. All that in mind, if you were to ask her what bothered her most about him, it would take a conscious effort of will for her not to blurt out that he was a self-trained amateur who held his scythe wrong and he had no business calling himself a Reaper.

[him-x-her]

Vee is For Vampires - Chapter 4: I am scared to death to fall in love.

Author: @sinnysioux AO3: SinnySioux Vamp!Ville x f!reader Warnings: Definite smut. 18+ Read on AO3 Previous Chapter ❥ Next Chapter ❥ Fic Masterlist

My body awakens at seven in the morning. I open my eyes to the audacity of the bright sunlight and realise I forgot to draw my curtains. As soon as my mind wanders to last night I smile brightly, bury my face in my duvet and giggle like a teenager. I look down to see Ville’s black V neck shirt on me and reach down to smell the fabric. It smells like his signature woody scent… and berries? I feel warm and comforted and for a moment consider never taking it off.

I think about the way he kissed and healed my palm, the way he stroked my hair as I sobbed into his chest, and his velvety accent. I try to remember the phrase he used but my mind is foggy. Rakatang? Rakusan? I type it into Google Translate to no avail. Damn Finnish boyfriend.

I pause.

Boyfriend? Do I really have a vampire boyfriend? Who heals my wounds with the blood on his tongue? Whose singing and guitar-playing speak directly to my vagina? I shiver and think about him trying to unbutton my jeans with his teeth. I take these thoughts to the shower and run my hands all over my body, wishing they were his. I was incredibly strong to resist him last night, but if he touches me tonight I am DONE.

I towel try my hair and begin my skincare routine when my phone begins to ring. Fuck, it’s work. I swallow hard, bring the phone to my ear and answer. “Vicky, hi…”

My boss, Vicky, begins her tirade of questions: “Where were you? What happened? Why didn’t you call?”. I resist the temptation to tell her to shove her shitty office job and make up a lie about a car collision, concussion and hospitalisation. I tell her I feel shaky on my feet and have a bit of double vision. It’s Tuesday and we agree that I should remain off work for the rest of the week, with the view to return on Monday. I end the call and my beaming smile returns.

I wonder where he will take me on our date. I wonder if he will sing to me again. I wonder if he will make me scream… with pleasure, this time.

I decide to spend the day shopping. I want to look irresistible; and I want to make him sweat. I decide on a manicure and pedicure. I sit with my feet in the warm foot spa, feeling relaxed and calm. A woman a couple of seats over is having a loud animated conversation in another language on her phone. I roll my eyes.

“Rakastan sinua, heippa!” I freeze. I look over and see the woman is getting a pedi too.

“Excuse me… were you speaking Finnish?” I ask shakily.

“Yes! Do you know Finnish?” she asks, excited.

“No but… I heard you say, um, rakastan? If that’s right? Can you tell me what it means?” I hold my breath.

“Oh, yeah! It means ‘I love you’!” My eyes widen

“…w-what?” My facial expression concerns her.

“Are you okay? Do you need some water?” I feel bad for worrying her.

“It’s okay, it’s uh, it’s just… my Finnish boyfriend said this to me last night.” I blush and feel my face warm with the heat.

“Aww, he loves you! That’s sweet!” My pedicurist returns with multiple shades for me to pick from and I am grateful for the distraction as I process what I have just learned. I type ‘I love you’ into Google Translate and the Finnish translation comes up as ‘Minä rakastan sinua’. I’m certain these were his words last night. Oh my god. I can’t help but type “I love you too” into the translator, as my pedicurist paints my toenails the dark red gel colour I selected.

I walk around the shopping centre in a daze, thinking about what to wear. I see a simple bodycon dress in deep red in the Zara window. I go inside, purchase it and leave within a grand total of six minutes. I check my phone and see that I still have a few hours so I hop on the tube and swing by Agent Provocateur. I’m a little out of my element, having not had sex for over a year. I am immensely grateful to the saleswoman who asks me if I need help.

“Um… I need a black lace set that will make my gothic boyfriend worship the ground I walk on”, she laughs and directs me towards three different lines. I end up purchasing a black lace demi cup bra, with extra straps above the cups, giving the set a bit of a harness feel. I also choose the matching french knickers. If he wants to treat me like a goddess, I want to make sure I’m dressed like one.

…

Back at home, I hook my phone up to my Bluetooth speaker and play a little music as I put on my makeup. A dark red lip, obviously, and a subtle winged eyeliner. I style my hair into loose waves. I’m dressed and ready, and I like what I see in the mirror. I have a good feeling about tonight, and I sing and dance around my apartment to Miss Murder by AFI. My tight dress and stiletto heels make me feel like my own Miss Murder, and I giggle to myself. There is a knock at my door and I quickly turn the music off.

Bracing myself, I open the door. Ville’s mouth is agape as he takes me in. I bite my lip as I scan his body, his outfit, his HAIR. True to his word, Ville has left his hats at home, and treated me to his beautiful brown curls which fall to his neck. He’s wearing his converse, of course, skinny jeans and a crisp black satin shirt. Half of the buttons are undone, teasing part of one of his portrait tattoos. His long shirt sleeves are rolled up to the forearm, teasing his thorn tattoo sleeve. I try to ignore the arousal I feel between my legs as I watch his gaze rise from my heels, to my hips, to my chest, to my eyes. We both hesitate for a moment.

“You look absolutely breathtaking”, Ville breathes, as I blush.

“You look… good enough to eat”, I wink. His laughter cuts the tension and he takes my hand in his large palm as I close the apartment door and step into the cool night.

“Where are we going?” I ask, trying to hold back my excitement.

“I thought I’d take you out to dinner, and the rest is a mystery”, he smirks.

“Hmph!” I complain.

“Let’s see where the night takes us, my love.” My heart stops as he mutters the L word; as we come to a stop beside a BMW with a driver in front. I get into the back of the car with him and we hold hands.

Ville compliments my outfit, removes his hand from mine and places it on my thigh, lovingly. I try to contain my lust, as I think about climbing on top of him in the back of this goddamn BMW.

“I could’ve sent you a photo, but I realise we haven’t even exchanged numbers” I say, regretfully. We remedy this by saving each other’s numbers in our phones. “Now you’ve got to send me a selfie in your coffin” I laugh.

“I actually have one, you know!” he joins in the laughter, and everything feels lighter. The world seems insignificant when we are together and enjoying each others company. Of course I correctly predict it is a black coffin with a deep red velvet lining. My gothic vampire boyfriend is nothing if not predictable in his tastes.

“Are we okay talking about this… in front of.. y’know?” I gesture towards our driver.

“Oh, yes, of course. Elias has worked for my family for years. I could learn to drive, but I much prefer being a passenger princess”, he grins.

“And what a beautiful princess you are!” I laugh.

“Not as beautiful as you” he says, earnestly, and lifts my hand to kiss it. I melt into him and we snuggle together in the backseat.

…

We stop outside a restaurant. It seems to be fully built with glass. It is entirely transparent and I can see spotlights and Japanese blossom trees as decor. I make a mental note to have a little photoshoot with a blossom tree later. We exit the car and walk inside. We are greeted and taken to a booth in the corner of the restaurant. I takes me a moment to realise we are the only diners here. “Wow, this place is so empty” I observe.

“I hired it out for the evening; I figured this would make us both more comfortable” he smiles.

“Ville… that must have cost a fortune” I say, wondering how he can afford such wealth yet remain so humble.

“I was in a semi-successful band, remember? Please don’t worry about money.” He reassures me. We order some Japanese sushi and gyozas for starters. I order a glass of white wine to settle my nerves; Ville orders a beer. We get to know each other more in-depth.

Ville tells me he was in a band called HIM, short for His Infernal Majesty, and that the majority of his songs are about romance and heartbreak. I put a note of his band in my phone and make a mental note to check them out on Spotify tomorrow. He places his large hands palms facing up on the table and I follow his silent command, placing my smaller hands in his. He traces little circles on my skin with his thumbs, and I begin to feel relaxed and open. We talk about relationships and Ville tells me his last girlfriend left him when he became a vampire.

“I don’t think she really liked me as much as she liked the idea of dating someone in a band.” My heart aches for him momentarily, but then I remember.

“Her loss is my gain”, I smile brightly.

“No” says Ville “It’s my gain. I am incredibly lucky to be sitting here with you.” I blush furiously when he asks about my previous relationships.

“I’ve dated a few guys, nothing serious. I think a couple of them were more into themselves than into me. It’s difficult to date in your thirties” I say, embarrassed.

“I don’t understand why a man fortunate enough to be in your presence wouldn’t worship the ground you walk upon.” He says, seriously.

“I don’t know, I guess I’ve never really found my type. It’s not like any of them knew how to make a woman orgasm.” Oh god, why did I say that? I look down and pray for the ground to swallow me whole.

Ville squeezes my hands, “If you’ll let me, I will not rest until you have the mind blowing orgasm you deserve.” I look up and am completely consumed in his shiny, green eyes. I press my thighs together under the table instinctively, afraid of getting aroused too quickly.

Our food arrives and I notice Ville picks at his plate but doesn’t really eat. “Is it okay?” I ask.

“It’s fine” says Ville “I fed before I came, just in case, and food is… it’s alright, but it doesn’t really satisfy me the way blood does” he says.

“I guess that makes sense” I say diplomatically.

“Besides…” whispers Ville, “I’ve been hungry for something else since my shirt was cruelly stolen”. I both laugh and blush, unsure of what to say, but certain of one thing: if he initiates sex, I will be completely unable to refuse.

“Was Vampire Heart about your ex?” I ask inquisitively.

“In part, yes” he sighs “but a lot of people shunned me when it happened. I lost a lot of people I love through stupid, reckless decisions. I turned my whole band into vampires, against their will. I was lucky they did not kill me, to be honest, although they’ve promised they will if I step foot in Finland again”. A moment of silence passes as he feels sorry for himself.

“Oh, Ville…” remembering his promise to take me to Finland, I am disappointed for both of us.

As if he can read my mind, Ville responds “I will still take you to Finland, though. It’s a beautiful country and, to be frank, I miss my parents.” How sweet.

“Um, Ville… before we continue, I need to ask you something” he nods cautiously. “Can you read my mind?”

He suppresses an obnoxious laugh and instead giggles silently. “No… I can’t read your mind. I can, however, read emotions and intentions. For example, I think both of us are having a hard time repressing a great deal of lust” he grins. The blood rushes to my cheeks instantly and I flush; I am sure the embarrassment is all over my face. “I’m sorry, perhaps I should have phrased things more tactfully.” He says, regretfully.

“No, it’s okay” I sigh “If I can’t hide my feelings in front of you, then I’m not going to waste my energy trying to” I smile.

A waitress comes to take our mains order but Ville is not hungry, so I order a green tea instead. “Are you sure you don’t want to eat?” He asks, worried.

“I’ve eaten”, I reassure him “Also, I’m sure you and your intuition know that I’m hungry for something else”, I lower my eyes and blush.

“You temptress” grins Ville. Underneath the table, I run my ankle up the inside of his thigh.

His hand grips my ankle as his emerald eyes stare straight into my soul. “Behave, baby, unless you want me to fuck you right here on this table.” I do as I’m told, the dam between my legs threatening to break. He pays the bill and takes my hand, leading me back to the car.

Ville whispers something to Elias and then leans back, his arm around my waist. He thumbs my chin with his free hand and tilts my face to his to deliver a sweet kiss. I run my tongue across his lip, requesting permission for access. He obliges and we kiss passionately; my starving tongue desperate for his. I place a hand on his knee and gently travel upward, stroking, massaging. I get to the top of his thigh when his strong hand grabs mine and he sighs.

“Patience, darling. Not here.” I pout and sit back in my seat, arms folded, aware that I am being dramatic. He laughs, “We’re going to have to do something about that attitude… and I know just the thing” he winks.

“You’re so meeaan” I whine.

“No, I just want it to be perfect. I promise you it will be.” He strokes my cheek and I close my eyes and sigh, making yet another mental note, this time to stop throwing myself at him.

The car pulls up and we get out at the Thames embankment. “I thought we could go for a romantic stroll, as long as you promise not to push me in for telling you to behave…” I laugh out loud.

“Well, I can’t make any promises”, I chide, trying my best to look innocent. We walk along the river and talk about Finland and Ville’s family. I learn that he has a brother called Jesse who’s really into film making, and has directed a couple of HIM videos.

“What do your parents do?” I ask curiously.

“Oh god!” says Ville, hiding his face with his hands.

“What??” I implore.

Ville looks up. “My mum is into dressmaking, more as a hobby than a business, and my dad… uh, he owns a sex shop in Helsinki.”

I blink. “I’m sorry, what?” Ville laughs nervously.

“Yeah, I worked there as a teenager, I’ve seen a lot of really bad pornos”. I am not sure what to say. “It’s a good thing… I think… it made me realise that I dislike porn, mostly. I’m not into any weird fetishes. I think sex should be sacred, passionate, gentle, personal… I mean, I’m not opposed to using a cock ring” he laughs “but porn takes the magic out of it, if that makes sense”. This man is a literal treasure.

“It does make sense” I agree “So much of porn is just… misogynistic and violent. It takes the love out of making love, I guess…”

“Exactly” he smiles. We hold hands until we get to a darker part of the embankment. “Trust me” says Ville, and we walk up a small hill. The trek is treacherous in my stilettos but Ville has a tight grip on my waist. We reach a little clearing with a beautiful view of the Thames.

Ville sits on the ground; I hesitate. “Sit on my lap, to save sullying your beautiful dress”. I blush for the millionth time tonight and do as he says, my back against his chest. He wraps his arms around me and we watch the boats go by, illuminating the water.

“I like it here” Ville says, “It’s dark enough so if you look up, you can see the stars”. I look up and sure enough the night sky is sparking with stars. I feel at peace.

“Ville… I think this is the most perfect and romantic first date I’ve ever had… thank you”. He smiles proudly.

“No, thank you for giving me a chance. You are more of a wonder than all of the stars in the sky.” I twist and he nuzzles his face into my chest. I run my fingers through his hair as we hold each other and embrace the night.

…

As we walk back to the car, Ville slips a vape pen from his pocket and inhales deeply. “Ah, that explains the berries!” I smile.

“What?” asks Ville.

“You’ve moved on to vaping?” I question.

“Yeah, someone smart told me that cigarettes would kill me” he winks.

“Well, that was before I knew you were undead!” I roll my eyes.

Back in the car, Ville wraps his arms around me to warm me; my skin chilly from walking around without a jacket. Elias stops the car outside Ville’s home. Ville gets out, walks round the back of the car, and opens my door, extending his hand. I let him lead me inside, just like last time…

Once inside, I let go of him and drape myself on the chaise longue, giggling. Ville looks at me curiously. “I just wanted to see if I matched the decor!” I laugh, swinging my legs to a seated position.

Ville takes my hand to help me up and presses his forehead to mine. “Let’s see if you match my bedsheets” he smiles wickedly, with a hint of hunger in his eyes. I know that my pretty underwear is already soaking.

He leads me up the stairs to his ornate red and black room. My heart begins to beat rapidly and I’m sure he can hear it. “I have no expectations”, says Ville “I just want to spend time with you. There is no pressure to do or to say anything, okay?” He senses my fear. The vampire rockstar has probably slept with so many beautiful women that I would pale in comparison.

My alcohol-fuelled confidence has all but worn off. “Ville… do you think you could maybe… play me a song?” I ask pathetically.

“I was hoping you would ask.” A wide grin spreads across Ville’s face. “I have the perfect one.” I kick off my heels and get myself comfortable on his bed, my back against the headboard, my ass on his pillow. Ville grabs his guitar and sits on the end of the bed, facing me. He pulls off his converse and crosses his legs, tuning his guitar whilst I sit patiently, my legs to one side. He looks into my eyes, demands my attention, and sings directly into my soul:

In the biblical sense and sensibility

Let me know you

I'll kiss that smile off your face

Just say when

I'm not afraid to say "I love you"

Any more than I used to be baby, I am scared to death

To fall in love (with you)

All these pick-up lines from hell

Icebreakers infernal

From a heart so black and blue

Only for you

Just say when again

I'm not afraid to say, "I love you"

Any more than I used to be, babe

I am scared to death

I am scared to death to fall in love with you

With you

I'm not afraid to say, "I love you."

Anymore than I used to be, babe

I am scared to death

I am scared to death to fall in love

I'm not afraid to admit I adore you

Any more than I was before baby, I am scared to death

To fall in love with you

With you

With you

I'm scared to death

I'm scared to death

I'm scared to death

And you're sweet like poison

Tears well in my eyes as he sings his love song, unwavering, only for me. In a swift motion I kneel in front of Ville on the bed, and take his face in both of my palms. Shakily I say “Minäkin rakastan sinua”.

His eyes widen, shocked, amazed “You…” he trails off.

I smile as the tears make their way down my face. “I love you too, baby. Always.” He shoves his guitar off the bed and kneels to meet me, kissing me deeply, lapping at my tongue with his.

He moves his fingers quickly, unbuttoning his shirt, yanking it over his shoulders. I let my hands glide over his smooth chest, enjoying the feel of his cool skin. Ville moves his large hands to my back, running them up and down until he finds the zip and pulls. He leans forward, forcing me down into his sheets; before I know it, his body is atop mine. His cool hands glide up my legs, seductively squeezing until he reaches the top of my thighs under my dress.

With both thumbs, he circles my clitoris through my lace panties. I cry out, releasing the pent up frustration. Ville moans “So wet, baby. So ready for me.” I sigh. “Let me taste you” he purrs, and moves his head between my legs. His tongue tasting my love through the gaps in the lace. I cry out again, arching my back at the way he tortures me. I move to rip my panties down my legs but he grabs both of my wrists and pins them either side of my head.

“Oh no, baby, I plan on taking my time.” He continues to torture and tease. With a solitary finger he moves my panties aside and dives between my lips with his tongue. I throw my head back and moan as he feasts on the nectar between my thighs; I grasp his hair between my fingers and pull as my muscles tense. His tongue moves to flick up and down over my clit as he penetrates me with a finger. I begin to writhe underneath him. He adds a second finger and I start to lose it.

“Don’t stop!” I pant as I rock backwards and forward desperately fucking his fingers. I whimper as he stops abruptly and moves his fingers to my mouth; I suck them hungrily as he closes his eyes and moans. I push him forward to sit up, and lift my dress up and over my head.

Ville stares at my body in my new lingerie set “Vitun kaunis!” he says with smouldering eyes. I don’t know what it means, but I know he approves. I reach out to run my fingers down his chest, until I reach his belt buckle. I undo it furiously, deliberately slipping my fingers between his boxers and skin. He bites his lower lip, holding back, allowing me control. He slips off the bed to pull his jeans off. He stands before me in his boxers, his arousal desperately trying to escape from its confines. I climb off the bed and kneel in front of him, using my fingertips to roll his waist band down until the beast is free. I gasp at the sheer size of him and imagine the sweet pain it will likely bring me. I swirl around his perfectly pink head with my tongue, sucking him gently. As he moans I look up, taking in the picture of his face when he is pleasured. I use my hand to pull and push, slowly to start off with and then faster. His fingers make their way into my hair, desperately pushing, forcing his cock further down my throat. I oblige to his noisy request, deepthroating his cock as far as it will go. My gag reflex activates and my eyes begin to water as I service him.

“Stop!” He gasps, and I heed his request, breathing the air back into my lungs. “I don’t want to cum too early, babe, not without being inside you.” I feel faint; this man is going to kill me. He guides me back to the bed and climbs on top of me, gliding his smooth, warm cock from my clit to my vaginal entry, teasing, but not going in. By this point, my breasts have made their way out of their demi cups. Ville hungrily circles a nipple with his tongue, sucking and biting me gently. I moan loudly and arch my back as he pleasures me completely, moving to the other nipple. He presses his body to mine and I dig my nails into his back, enjoying the foreplay, but ready for the main event. I push at him to roll over, and straddle his waist. I remove my bra and position the head of his dick at my entry way. I slide down his thick pole gradually, moaning as his large cock presses against my walls, stretches me, and forces its way into me.

Once he is in, I lean forward and rest my palms either side of Ville’s head; his eyes are at chest level. “Vittu minua, baby” he whispers hoarsely.

“What?” I whisper.

“FUCK me!” he moans and strikes my ass aggressively with his palm. I shiver with pleasure and oblige, grinding into him deeply.

I moan loudly as I move up and down him; his teeth pinch at the skin of my neck, leaving sweet strawberry marks. I whimper as he claims me, brands me; I am his. He continues thrusting from below as my walls begin to tighten rhythmically. I succumb noisily to my explosive orgasm; as he follows suit, emptying himself inside me.

I collapse on top of him, panting, trying to catch my breath. He buries his face in my neck and wraps his strong arms around my weakened frame. “That was fucking amazing, baby.”

Graphics by @saradika-graphics

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THE ISLAND

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Chapter 15: Epilogue

Ian takes Anthony somewhere special and they discuss their future together.

Chapter word count: 1.665

Rated: general

Anthony got the text. He smiled. 

“Would you look at that, Ian. Merry Christmas,” he said, beaming at this best friend who sat across the room from him. He gestured to their window. Ian got up and watched the snow falling gently out of the sky. 

"Amazeballs," he mumbled.

"Yeah..." Anthony still couldn’t believe it. That after all those years, he finally found his best friend. And that they could witness a white Christmas. It felt like magic.

The sun was beginning to set on Christmas Eve. Anthony walked up to Ian and they looked out of the window together. The hills around them weren't white quite yet, but it looked promising. Everything looked promising, in fact. Young sprouts of pioneer plants stood hopefully, waiting for a time after winter without any fires.

Ian decided to use the opportunity to make a joke. “You know, this whole project to cool down the world does have a downside. People everywhere are now heating the shit out of their homes and offices.”

“Why is that bad?” Anthony looked at Ian. He knew he was going to pull some nonsense. He was already getting giggly.

“You’ve played right into Putin’s hand, my guy. He’s selling oil like never before.”

“Oh, so I should have let the world burn just to spite him?”

Ian shrugged. “I guess not.”

Anthony stretched himself over the couch and Ian sat down next to him.

“Aren’t you tempted to go back into politics though?”

“No, not at all! I mean, I’ll have to do some stuff like endorse the VP for the next election, but…” Ian looked into Anthony’s eyes. He seemed determined. “I’m glad that era of my life is over. I’d really like to just chill and do fun things, for as long as possible. Enjoy life a bit, you know?”

“I do,” Anthony agreed. They looked at each other just a moment too long.

“And have some bro bonding time, with my bro, bro!” Ian pushed Anthony softly against the shoulder.

“Let’s go for a joy ride tomorrow, then,” Anthony suggested.

“Sure. My TVR hasn’t seen much action lately.”

“What do you mean, ‘action’?”

“What do you want it to mean?”

Anthony burst out laughing. “Oh my god.”

“We should probably take Angela up on her invitation to the theater,” Ian suggested with an enthusiasm Anthony didn’t see often in him. There was a twinkle in his eye, like he was really digging this idea.

“Yeah, why not! I mean, we’re not acTORS, like her and Amanda and Chanse…”

“True, but we can act pretty well, I think! I mean, how hard can it be."

Ian stood up like he was going to perform. "We can’t be worse than people in like, those old tv-commercials where they were trying to sell you some shit, right,” Ian was getting more and more animated, “Like IS YOUR LIFE FRICKED UP? ARE YOU A LOSER WHO WILL NEVER SUCCEED IN LIFE? GOOD! USE OUR PRODUCT, YOU IDIOT! And it would be like, a fucking brick or some shit, AND YOU WILL BE RICH AND HOT IMMEDIATELY!”

“BUY NOW,” Anthony stood up and continued the bit, “AND GET NINE THOUSAND FREE EXPIRED CHEEZ-ITS FOR FREE!” Anthony giggled through all his words. “That over-the-top acting always gets me.”

“Not to mention the physical comedy,” Ian agreed. “They go like wuueeeeeueeeeoo”, he fake-toppled and spun around, all the while Anthony almost fell over from laughter.

The doorbell rang. Anthony went to open it.

Not two, not three but four people stood in the doorway, snow melting in their hair.

Courtney had a bob-cut even blonder than how Anthony remembered. Shayne stood right next to them, he seemed buffer.

Behind them were Tommy and Spencer. They both wore inconspicuous shades and black trench coats.

“Hmm, it seems like you're hiding the president in your house, I’m afraid I have to investigate,” Shayne joked in Spencer’s voice.

“You might want to keep your voice down or our stealth attack will get ruined,” Spencer joked back.

“HEY, don’t close the door on us, bitch,” came a dramatic voice from behind the group.

Brandon and Nicole came strutting up the street. They looked like a hippy dad and his hot daughter.

“Hurry up then, I’ve only got one SLUTTY minute!” Anthony retorted. He walked outside in his house slippers to greet and hug them. 

"I'm so happy to see you guys!" Anthony beamed.

"Aaah, there it is again! The Padilla smile! I'm blinded by its brightness," Nicole joked.

Brandon looked at her, bemused. "I thought I was the only one who was affected! I guess not," he said.

Everyone crowded into the hallway and then shuffled through to the living room. 

“Dinner will be here soon,” Ian commented after he’d greeted everyone.

“You’re not cooking yourself?” Courtney asked, looking fake-disapprovingly.

“I’m ordering myself, thank you very much.”

“That does count for something,” Anthony agreed with Ian.

“Do you at LEAST have some hard liquor?” Brandon went to search the kitchen cabinets himself. “Ah, there it is!”

Anthony and Brandon got everyone a drink.

“So, you guys are like, best friends now,” Brandon stated with a wink. But there was a slight accusatory tone to his voice as well.

“To be honest, I knew this was my homie from the moment we met,” Ian said with a glow on his face.

“How precious. You know, I also found a new best friend, Anthony.”

“Hii, how are you,” Nicole joked.

“You look really good together,” Anthony complimented them.

“Oh, we know, honey” Brandon answered as he and Nicole did some poses.

“Look at Team Rocket over there,” Shayne couldn’t help but comment.

“They’re a hot ass Team Rocket.” Courtney leaned against their husband, relaxing into his strong arms.

Ian looked around the room. “On that subject, I think we have enough controllers, right, Anth?”

“I think so.” Anthony rummaged through a box next to the television and got everyone a controller.

They played a free multiplayer Pokémon-themed game for a while. When their food arrived, they sat down at the dining table and the couch, because Ian and Anthony didn’t have enough chairs for all of them.

“So, how is married life treating you?” Ian asked Courtney and Shayne. They smiled like big goofs.

“It’s actually amazing,” Courtney said. “Shayne is my best friend. We took the leap, and also got romantic. But the friendship is still there, it’s still the foundation of our relationship.”

“Yeah, that’s right,” Shayne continued. “Like, we play videogames together, we chill. And then whenever we feel like it, like now,” he said, kissing Courtney on the cheek, “we kiss.”

Everyone loved their story. But were they laying the ‘friendship’ aspect of their love on a bit thick? What point did they try to make? Ian didn’t know. "It's like my mom always says," he commented, "friendship always wins!" 

Everyone cheered to that.

Anthony leaned towards Ian, who sat next to him at the table. He inhaled slowly and sighed with a smile.

~

The next day, Ian and Anthony got into Ian’s car.

“Where are we going?”

“You’ll see,” Ian said. He wore a fake mustache, shades and a cap to look inconspicuous. Anthony couldn’t wait to see what he had in store for him.

They were driving some hours and Anthony lost track of time. He just marveled at the very green surroundings along the highway.

Ian was having fun speeding. “Let’s get this baby to 80!”

“Ian, you’re still technically the president for a couple more weeks. You don’t want to get a ticket.”

Anthony couldn’t help being concerned for his best friend but at the same time, he felt joy. Seeing Ian having this much fun and being able to witness that up-close was a gift Anthony would never take for granted.

“Oh shit, oh, Ian?” Anthony sat up straight, checking the road signs. “Are we going to Sac’?”

“Almost there,” Ian grinned.

They drove all the way into the city, past cinemas they’d been to, past the river kids used to throw other kids’ school stuff into... Until they arrived at a particular playground. It was an unassuming small park, but very significant for them both.

“Dude, this is where our whole school would hang out,” Anthony remembered it all. Sitting with his fellow goths, not feeling the vibe. He’d look around for some distraction. And of course, Ian had been there, pretending to be in a band, shooting a fake music video.

“What was that song you used to always sing?” Anthony smiled as he half-remembered it.

“You mean BOX MAAAAAAANNNN?” Ian sang it to Anthony for good measure.

“Oh my god yes! That’s it, the whole school sang it with you. I thought you were really cool back then.”

“Did you, now? Do you still think I’m cool?”

“Hmm, maybe. I dare you to sing it right now,” Anthony laughed.

Ian got to it, he really performed it and gave his all.

“That was amazing,” Anthony wheezed.

“Thanks, I still got my mojo,” Ian said, a little out of breath. “I think joining Angela’s theater might actually be my next career move, you know?”

“I think that would be absolutely crazy and so much fun. But, Ian?”

“Yeah?”

“Like, WE could, you know, you and me? We could do something like that on our own? Just the two of us?”

“You’d like that?”

“Yeah! I think our humor is so compatible, and don’t get me wrong, Amanda, Angela, Chanse and all the others, they’re great! But we have this special thing, don’t you agree?”

“Yeah, I do. But we don’t have a lot of experience with this, Anthony. I think it would be a wise choice to practice with that whole fun bunch first.”

“I guess you’re right, Ian. Wow, we’re really gonna do it?”

“I would never have done anything like this, if we hadn’t met again, Anthony. It feels so special. Like, why not, right? Let’s do this.”

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Bugust. Day 31. "Animal". Buggy x Catherine. We've reached the end of this month) Thanks for reading and commenting) All stories have been added to the masterlist)

"Which one should I choose? With a cow or a raccoon? Or a pig?"

"I don't know, cotton candy, take any."

"Which one do you like me in better?" Catherine stood in front of Buggy wearing a raccoon sweatshirt.

"Naked. I always like seeing you naked." Buggy giggled.

"Could you please stop?!" Catherine hissed. "We're in a store!"

"How did you even drag me here?" Buggy sat on the ottoman, nervously tapping his feet on the floor. "We were on your stupid walk."

"Stop nagging. Look how cute this sweatshirt is. A raccoon with a hat and glasses. And he's typing something on a small typewriter. So funny! Oh! Look!! Unicorn pajamas!!" Catherine ran to the hanger and grabbed a fluffy pyjama, set in a vibrant shade of pink. "I should try it on too. That way, I'll have both a shark and a unicorn. Wait a second, I'll be back." She disappeared into the fitting room.

"Fuck!!" Buggy grabbed his head and rested his elbows on his legs. "What am I doing here??"

"Sir, would you like a drink?" The saleswoman asked.

"Yes! Fuck yes! I do! I want! I really want!!" Buggy raised his head. "A lot! Bring everything you have!"

"My blue-haired love, here I come!" Catherine opened the fitting room curtain, dressed in a pyjama, and shook her butt. "What do you think? Do you like it?" She twirled around several times.

"It's fine." Buggy grabbed the glass from the tray as soon as the salesman approached him and drank it in one gulp.

"Just fine?"

"I don't know. I don't care, Catherine!" He grabbed his face and ran his fingers over it in irritation. "Geez! Let's just go on your stupid walk! I wanna leave!"

"You know, Buggy," Catherine waved a plush hoof, "Go wherever you want. For once in my life I wanted to spend time with you somewhere other than home, your circus, and that endless string of bars. Bye." She closed the curtain and sat down on a chair.

"Wow! You're great again, Buggy. Bravo! Why did you say that, idiot? But I don't want to be here. On the other hand, she does so much for me. Why can't I endure it for two hours? I have to endure it for her. But I wanna go home. No! Endure for her, clown." Buggy exhaled. "Cathie-pie."

Catherine didn't answer.

"Cathie-pi-i-ie." Buggy walked up to the booth and tapped his fingers on the wall.

"What?" She barked.

"Racoon."

"What?"

Buggy carefully opened the curtain. "I liked the one with the fucking racoon. He looks cute and smart like you. The unicorn one isn't bad either. But.. I like Cathie Shark more, to be honest."

"Really?" Catherine ran a plush hoof over his cheek.

"Oh, no." Buggy laughed. "This is too much for me."

"What?" Catherine laughed with him and pulled down her hood.

"I don't know. A unicorn is petting me. This is too much."

Catherine wrapped her plush hoods around his waist. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to snap."

"I don't know what you're talking about, Cathie-pie. I didn't hear a-ny-thing." Buggy placed his hand on her back.

"It's hard in relationships, huh?" Catherine asked quietly.

"It's definitely hard for me." Buggy buried his head in her hair.

"And it's not easy for me either. But I'm so-o-o proud of us. You'd up and left six months ago. And I could say a lot of unnecessary things. See? We're growing and changing." Catherine hugged him tighter. "I wonder. Would you leave me in the desert now? After 7 months of being together."

"I didn't leave you then either, do you think I would do the same now?" Buggy kissed the top of her head.

"You didn't leave me there. And you also saved me from the gods. My blue-haired hero." Catherine exhaled. "Don't forget it, please."

"I'll try." Buggy exhaled. "If you really want this unicorn pyjama. Well," He shrugged, "Let's buy it."

"Nah!" Catherine wrapped her plush hooves around his neck. "It's cute. But in fact, it hits me hard in the ass." She scratched her butt.

"Okay." Buggy chuckled. "Are you still mad at me?"

"No! Cathie Shark isn't mad, she's so happy! Cathie Shark loves her clown very much. With his pros and cons. And she's glad that we're learning to talk, even if it happens against the backdrop of that boy with the big nose and the olive-checkered bandana who stands at the checkout." She pecked Buggy on his nose. "Let me buy a raccoon sweatshirt, and we'll continue our walk. Okay? Will you buy me ice cream? Oh, I know! Steal me flowers!" She watched as he nodded. "And Buggy…"

"I'm listening, my Cathie-pie."

"Stop grabbing my plush ass!"