#pirk

[trekkie-lkm-archive]

Info: Pike/Kirk ; anticipation (thread)

Fill: 1/1

Author: Possibly-thrice, Journal

Archive Link (crisper but no comments)

Archive Link (with comments but slightly fuzzy image)

note: original fic deleted however there is a link to a similar fic acting as the fill, in the comments of said fic there is a link to the delicious archives that, while currently don't work, i have a vague memory there was a way to view them still, may be debunked now that the actual servers are gone though- if anyone has any information please reply!

#pike/kirk #pikexkirk #pirk #star trek #archiving #kink meme #st-xi-kink

[dorothea-wieck]

#Mädchen in Uniform #Madchen in Uniform #Charlotte Witthauer #Barbara Pirk #Annemarie von Rochhausen #Ilse Winter

[starfleetsxvulcan]

Spock started to walk, turning his head slightly over his shoulder.

'Noted and acknowledged, Captain!' The vulcan called back, that little grin still present. 'Just because I said 'in time' does not mean I meant a 'long time'.'

He might be better at this than he is given credit for.

#s pirk #Logic Is A Little Tweeting Bird Chirping In A Meadow (crack)

[preporodbn]

Američki atak na Busovaču

Američki atak na Busovaču

Prije nešto više od mjesec dana na ovom smo mjestu i u istoj rubrici najavili kako bi fakture za Čovićevo savezništvo s Dodikom i verbalne akrobacije predsjednika Hrvatske, Zorana Milanovića, mogle biti upućene na istu adresu, u Ulicu Kneza Domagoja BB, 88.000 Mostar. Piše : Emir Imamović Pirke Za neupućene: tamo gdje je središnjica Hrvatske demokratske zajednice Bosne i Hercegovine.Još smo nešto…

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#Emir Imamović pirke

[herrlindemann]

Rammstein, Open Air festival Pirk (Gardelegen or Zicken Zienau) in East Germany, 1994 (x)

#Rammstein #Till Lindemann #Flake #Paul Landers #Richard Kruspe #Oliver Riedel #1994 #Till and his big ass glasses lmao #*

[generalkenobee]

~Risks~

A new hope Luke Skywalker x FEM! reader smut

NO REAL PLOT OTHER THEN LUKE BEING A HORNY WRECK AND YOU GUYS FUCKING ON THE FALCON

Oral (f receiveing), Luke being a simp, breast worship, semi public sex, reader is Hans sister

💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖

(look at his hair😩)

"meet me in the cockpit once Han and Chewie leave"

Luke pirked up eyes wide. You kissed his cheek while walking to your room to get ready. Being Hans younger wasn't always easy, especially considering the fact that no one knew about you and Luke. It's been a year since Luke started fucking Han Solo's sister behind his back and it hasn't gotten old yet, everytime you kissed his pretty pink tip, each time he made you finish, when you made him finish. You've sucked your boyfriend off with your brother in the next room, it felt so dirty but you were like rabbits with how much you were having sex, you just couldn't stop.

"aughh baby-" your head fell back while your fingers ran through his beautiful hair, your hips grinded your clit across his lips. Luke looked up at you "You're so pretty.." you said moving your hand to the side of his face as he brought his hand up to play with your nipples, coming up to kiss your perky breasts all over, sucking your nipples, groaping you, licking. There wasn't a spot on your body that he hadn't explored. "Fuck..I love your tits so much" he said biting your nipple.

"I'm gonna finish you with my tongue before I use my cock ok?" Your boyfriend brought his head down to your cunt before he spit on it. Luke looked up at you while he fucked you with his tounge. You're back arches without warning while you screamed out in pleasure. "(Y/N)?! Are you ok?" You heard Hans voice call out, he had worry in his voice and a part of you felt bad for inflicting that on him "Luke stop- L-Luke- mhmm" you spasmed around his mouth. The thought of being caught turned you on so much to the point to wear it was almost unbearable. It was unbearable to Cum while sitting in your brother's ship's cockpit.

"Han for the last time I was helping (y/n) fix the auxiliary shaft, It's been broken for over a month!" Luke said irritated at your brother's banging on the door. " Hold on I'm coming" you opened the door and Han practically pushed you out of the way to see what Luke was doing, only to be met with him on his knees with different assortments of tools in his hands to assure the illusion that he actually was fixing something. "So what's up?" You questioned "nothing, I'm just not too fond of the idea of Blondy alone with my little sister"

"oh my God Han get out!" You yelled pushing him out the door. "If he tries anything you come to me right?'' " yeah, sure" after Han left you turned back to Luke and started laughing, thinking about the fact that you just came on his seats made you a blushing mess. Your hand wrapped around Luke's wrist and pulled him to his room as you followed quietly

#luke skywalker smut #star wars #luke skywalker #star wars smut #smut #x reader #luke skywalker x reader #luke skywalker x you #luke skywalker x y/n #star wars x reader #star wars x you #star wars x y/n #fanfic

[im-dehydrated05]

𝐓𝐨 𝐁𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤 𝐀𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐅𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐅𝐚𝐭𝐞

Pt.1 | Pt.2 | Pt.3 | Pt.4 | Pt.5 | Pt.6

Angie and Daniela were in the living room watching a movie when Aurora walked in. The redhead immediately shifted her focus to the door, like a puppy who gets excited when its owner gets home. That excited look, however, slipped right off as she saw the two people who were walking in with her.

Daniela: "Bela?"

Angie pirked up, looking over the couch to see Bela, Mia, and her roommate, who had just walked in. Aurora gives them a hello and a wave as the other two make their way into her room. The brunette yanks Bela back by the shirt.

"Aren't you going to say hi to your sister, Bela?"

Aurora asked with a sweet voice, the grip on Bela's shirt totally contradicting her sweet tone. Mia snickered, watching from inside the room as Bela and Aurora were having a stare-off. The blonde let out a sigh, turning towards her sister.

Bela: "Hi Dani."

Daniela stuttered a hello back, and that's when Aurora finally let the blonde into her room. The brunette turned back to her roommates with a smile on her face.

"We're going to be busy with council work; don't let us distract you from your fun."

Angie sniggers at Aurora's interaction with Bela before giving her a thumbs up and turning back to the TV. Daniela just looked between Aurora's room door and the brunette, a look of confusion and curiosity on her face.

Daniela: "How long is Bela staying here?"

"She's staying the night; I've already called Cassandra; she'll be here later too."

Daniela's face lit up, giving Aurora a bright smile and a nod before turning around to watch TV with Angie. Aurora sighs, finally turning around to see Mia looking around her room like a curious little child, and Bela with an annoyed look on her face.

Bela: "I have more important things to do than stay the night."

"Too bad."

Aurora passes by Bela towards her closet, opening it. She looks on the inside, catching a glimpse of the wooden box her mother had put the stuff her grandmother gave her in.

She couldn't reach it.

Aurora groans, turning back to look at Bela, who, if her heart wasn't missing, she could probably give her a better cocky grin than right now.

"Can you, uh, get the box for me, please?"

Bela scoffs at Aurora's request but reluctantly walks over to the closet. She reached up, putting one hand on Aurora's hips to "keep balance," and grabbed the wooden box, handing it to Aurora.

Bela: "Here."

The brunette shot her a curious glance, which Bela just looked away from.

"Thank you, Bela."

Mia: "Really? Right in front of my switchblade."

Aurora jumped away from Bela, the both of them looking towards the third person in the room, who was just playing around with her switchblade on Aurora's bed.

Mia: "You two really know how to put on a show. It's like watching a rom-com, but less funny."

Aurora rolled her eyes, clearly unamused by Mia's commentary. She sat down next to Mia, who was twirling her switchblade in her hand. Bela stood next to them as Aurora opened the box.

Inside were several small jars filled with dried herbs, each labeled with handwritten notes. There was a mixture of lavender, sage, rosemary, and other plants.

Beside the jars, there was a necklace adorned with a small charm in the shape of a circle with the symbol of a gorgoneion. Aurora held it up, examining it carefully.

This is the necklace Grandma wore before she was diagnosed with dementia. Mom had told me Grandma lost it.

Mia: "That thing is ugly."

Mia said, reaching out to touch it. Aurora smacked her hand away, giving her a glare, before placing the necklace back in the box.

At the bottom of the box, there was an old, worn-down book. The book Aurora was looking for. Its pages were yellowed and frayed, showing signs of countless years, even centuries, of use. Aurora ran her fingers over the weathered cover before opening the book.

Bela: "Are you kidding me?"

The book was in another unknown language.

Bela, who had her arms crossed and was tapping her foot down on the ground, let out a frustrated sigh.

Bela: "Do you have any idea what it says?"

"Actually yeah."

Mia raised a brow at Aurora.

Mia: "You do? It just looks gibberish to me."

Aurora looked up from the ancient book, a glimmer of excitement in her eyes.

"Now I understand why grandma made me study Greek."

Bela: "So, what does it say?"

Aurora's eyes scanned the pages, her finger tracing the intricate symbols and glyphs.

"There's a lot of spells, rituals, and even curse-breakers, but I'll have to actually look through it thoroughly."

In that instance, the door of the room flew open.

Cassandra: "Hey dork!"

Aurora looked up from the book, a smile spreading across her face as she saw Cassandra standing at the doorway.

"Hey loser."

Cassandra paused for a moment, a look of surprise on her face, when she spotted her older sister in the room.

Cassandra: "I didn't know you would be here."

Aurora chuckled, closing the ancient book and placing it back into the wooden box.

"Yeah, she was kind of forced to be here."

Bela grumbled at Aurora's comment before making her way out of the room. Cassandra grinned, following behind her and immediately trying to make conversation with her. Leaving Mia and Aurora in the room.

Mia: "So... Bela, uh?"

Aurora held her breath, glancing at Mia.

"What about her?"

Mia: "I don't know; you always chose her in almost every loop before you started to choose Miranda. What was that about?"

Aurora sighed, her gaze turning distant as memories flooded back.

N͟o͟t͟ g͟o͟o͟d͟ e͟n͟o͟u͟g͟h͟.͟

"My past lives with Miranda came back first before the ones in the loops."

Mia looked almost guilty as suddenly Aurora's green eyes grew absent of the joy that was there only a moment ago. The abrupt change was off-putting. Mia reaches her hand out to comfort her friend, who immediately flinches away from her.

Mia: "Sorry... You know I'm not going to hurt you, right?”

.

.

.

Aurora: "I've heard you say those words before."

Mia could feel her heart sinking as Aurora stood up and walked out of the room. That feeling quickly turned to anger as she hit the surface of the bed repeatedly before jerking forward to cover her face with her hands.

Mia: "Fuck!"

#resident lover #bela dimitrescu #donna beneviento #angie beneviento #cassandra dimitrescu #daniela dimitrescu #fanfic #mia winters

[harrystylesfan2686]

Starfall

Pairing: Mor x Reader

Summary: Day 6: Character A was so busy planning the perfect Starfall party, they forgot to get a date. Character B has an idea.

Warnings: Unedited, I'll do it after.

A/N: First of I am so sorry this is taking me this long, sorry if this one sucks I wrote it in a hurry. This is my submission to starfall week. Hope you like this 💕

Tagging: @carinaswife @starfallweek

Dialogue Prompts Masterlist

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You sigh looking around The House of Wind. It was your responsibility to hold a party this year, you had volunteered after seeing how much work Rhysand and Feyre already had. He was a little hesitant at first, never having given someone else the job of organizing the festival celebration, but he ultimately agreed because you were right, he didn't have time to think about such things.

You knew you had to do your best, having a dull party wasn't an option. There was no way you were forcing Rhys to take a break one year only for him to regret and never give the responsibility to anyone else.

You went all out, no limit on anything. Alcohol, decoration, food. You were busting your ass from an entire month, planning this party. You wanted it to be perfect, wanted everyone else to think it was perfect.

"You've done a brilliant job." Mor's voice filled with wonder as she looks around the room. A small group of people had gathered around the room, chatting and drinking, waiting for the show to begin at night. The actual crowd yet to come, considering the party had just begin.

You had heard a lot of compliments this evening, everyone seeming to like what you did with the opportunity. The heavy decoration getting special attention and wondering eyes. You admit, if felt really good, the appreciation but you were yet to get the approval of your high lord and lady.

When you turned around to look at More, your breath caught up. Wearing a shimmering white gown that started at her chest, just the right amount of her cleavage picking out from the hem, with no sleeves, showing off her smooth skin, and ending at her ankles, her feet tucked in light blue heels. And adorned with a thin diamond necklace and earrings.

She looked break takingly beautiful.

Gods the things you want to do to her.

Her eye brows raise in a silent question when you dont say anything and just stare at her. You close your opened mouth and clear your throat, trying not to seem like a hopeless in love. She doesn't know of your feelings and you don't intent on telling her.

"Thank you. You look- really good." You silently curse at youself for being dumbstruck. Her lips pirk up in a smirk, the slight hitch in your voice revealing a lot more then you wish for it too. She thanks you and stands beside you, looking over at the people.

"So, why are you not ready yet? You planning it would make people believe you would be the first to get ready." Her tone teasing but that doesn't stop you in sighing.

"There was a problem with the music band, trying to clear it took more time then I thought it would." You glance down at yourself, standing in a plain shirt and pants, while everyone else was looking thier finest. You should probably get ready now, before more people come.

Mor lets out a hum before speaking again, "And who is your date for the evening?"

Your cheeks flush and you look away from her brown eyes, "I don't have one."

She turns to you, eyes furrowed. "Why not? The last I heard you were with a handsome cook."

"That was months ago." Before I realized just how deep my feelings run for you. You don't speak the words you think. "And I didn't get any time to ask someone." You shrug.

"But you want one, don't you? Seeing you without a date on Starfall in wired for me." It's not a dig, you know it because it's true. You always had a date at Starfall, different males and females in your arms every year, inhopes that someone will spark your interest more then the female standing in front of you, none have made it to second year though.

"It's alright." You shrug again, trying to make your statement believable.

She is silent for a minute before nodding to herself, seeming decide on something and smiles. "I will be your date."

You freeze. Your eyes snapping to hers the second later. Mischief written clearly in them as she takes your hand. "Oh- No, no. It's alright you don't need to do that for me- I mean, I'll be alright. Cause like I don't need a date. Not that I don't want one but, I don't need one- I'll just stay single fur one year. It's okay. You don't need to-" You babble in nervousness, unable to think straight as her smile widens at your state and her hand grips tighter on yours.

"Y/N, shut up." You quickly do, knowing if not then you'll probably say something you'll regret later. "I will be your date It's finale. Now go get ready."

She releases your hand and nudges you toward the bedrooms. You go obediently, without another word as you try to process what just happened.

This is like a dream come true.

-☆-

A knock your door disturbs you as you try to think yourself up in the mirror. You are ready, wearing your dress and hair the way you decided. You look beautiful, smiling at yourself as you turn to look at yourself from every angle. Mor having told you about your plans just made you more motivated to look your best.

You nod at yourself one last time before turning to open the door. Standing on the other side is Morrigan, holding a bouquet of flowers. Her mouth openeing slightly as she looks at you, up and down, and again, not knowing what to say.

"You, look really beautiful." She smiles at your and you blush under her stare. "And these are for you." She hands you the bouquet. "My date." Her smirk widens when you take it from her, your face unable to hold your smile. You thank her and she holds out a hand,"Shall we?"

"Why not." You nod and put aside the flowers, taking her hand and closing to door behind you. "I still can't believe you declared yourself my date." The two of you laugh and you prepare youself for the night ahead.

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At the end of the night, you stand at a balcony, looking over the stars crashing into each other. The colours illuminating against your face and you close your eyes to bask in them.

"You truly are so beautiful." A murmur laced with wonder speaks from beside you as Mor comes, leaning on the railing ahead of you. Your smile automatically widens at her voice, her perfume, her presence. You open your eyes to look into hers.

Oh how gorgeous she is.

You want to hold her close and never let go. Kiss her and touch her until all she knows is you. Love and pamper her in the way no one ever has. Stand on this very railing and scream on top of your lungs, declaring your love for her until the entire world knows just who you belong to.

Maybe you've had quiet a lot of drinks.

"Kiss me." You whisper, your drunken mind not caring about the consequences of your words.

Her eyes flare in surprise, "What?"

"Kiss me." You repeat, grining widely at her.

She is silent for a moment before she lifts her hand to cup your cheek. "You don't mean that."

"I do." You nod enthusiasticly. "Kiss me." You say aloud for the third time, looking at her lips and licking your in anticipation.

"No, you kiss me." Now she can't help but agree, seeing the happiness in your eyes. She wants you, so much, but if your doing this just because your drunk, she might as well let herself this small moment of content.

Your hands lift to wrap around her neck and your lips rest on hers. Both of you sighing in content when you finally kiss the other. In a rush of moment, your tougnes mangle, your breaths mix as you moan in the others taste. Having tiptoed around the other for years, you finally let yourselves have this small moment, not caring about the future.

You kiss each other like your life depends in it. Your head spins, from the alcohol or the kiss your not sure. Mor's lips just as intoxicating. You kiss until your lips feel numb, you finally pull back, resting your foreheads together, looking into the others eyes with equally widened smiles.

You don't care what happens in the morning, only that you love her now and kiss her again with everything you have.

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#acotar #acotar fandom #acotar fanfiction #acotar fluff #morrigan x reader #mor x reader #mor #morrigan fanfiction #starfall week 2024 #starfall week

[piffany666]

Ok just one more punk progeny won't hurt~

Chapter 7: family meeting

(Ftm trans Bright eyes (uses he/him pronouns. This Chapter isn't going to make any sense unless you've read all the other chapters but to save you the time I'd like to remind you that treasure and Bright eyes are the same person in this fic)

Family meeting.

That's what William called it.

Admittedly that's also what Vincent called it but after his encounter with Porter he was feeling a little....raw.

Especially after hearing that he would be bringing a newborn as his date.

Vincent explained to Lovely that that was the vampire equivalent of bringing a baby to a funeral.

But Lovely was quick to point out that they themselves where also still technically a newborn. Vincent was quick to add that they were the exeption.

Vincent and Lovely were the first ones there besides Bright and alexis, who had been In the house all night.

Which did make Vincent more than a little concerned for Bright's safety but he trusted the kid's resolve. They pulled up by sky side then took a moment to compose themselves.

Lovely handled the Porter situation very well in Vincent's opinion, but he was sure that others may disagree considering they decked him.

Hopefully Porter hasn't tatteled on them to William during their "meeting".

Vincent smiled at Lovely before they exited the car.

They got this.

Upon arriving they were both met with the sound of.....a piano?

"Wow that Sounds beautiful!" Exclaimed Lovely

Vincent was befuddled.

"Yeah....it dose..."

"You look surprised"

"I am. The only person here that knows how to play the piano is alexis but she's....let's just say that THIS isn't her music...(if you could even call it that)"

Lovely giggled

"Is she not very good?"

Vincent shuddered.

"No. No she is not."

His face gave the impression that alexis playing the piano wasn't the most....pleasant of memories.

But once they both arrived in the common room, they were met with a not so cheery looking alexis.

It was safe to assume that she was in fact NOT the current pianist.

"Hey alexis, who's?-"

"Bright eyes"

She interrupted sternly.

"You let him touch your piano!?"

She scoffed.

"No. He's playing on William's, I always play the burgundy one William got for me"

"Oh. Right"

Vincent and Lovely sat down. Awaiting Sam, Fred, William and Porter's arrival.

Hopefully not for very much longer, the uncomfortable tension was becoming too much to handle.

"Hey before everyone eles gets here, could you go get Bright?"

Vincent asked alexis, partly to give him and Lovely somw more time to anticipate the meeting and because Vincent wanted to know if Bright had made his decision yet.

Then again this meeting was most likely going to answer that question.

Alexis groaned

"Fine"

Alexis looked out from the doorway into the music room at Bright eyes as he played William's grand piano.

She had previously played it during the first few years of her turning until eventually William got one for herself.

A seemingly kind gesture but alexis had always suspected that his reasoning for this was so that she'd keep away from his things.

The sight caused a possessive rage to shoot through her.

She grabbed a random book from one of the shelves in the hallway next to the double doors

And threw it at Bright's head.

The corner of the book hit his skull and it caused him to jolt away from the piano

He winced in pain as a look of annoyance and fury made its way across his face.

"OW! WHAT!?"

He saw alexis scowling in the doorway.

"Come on kid, family meeting in the common room"

After this, she retreated back to the common room, nit waiting for Bright eyes to get up from his chair and close the piano.

Eventually he caught up with her.

Once Bright had entered the common room, Vincent immediately pirked up and started a conversation with him.

It wasn't long after that when Sam and Fred arrived.

Vincent and Lovely seemed happy to see Sam and were quick to start conversing about the anticipated meeting.

Which left Bright and Fred to awkwardly shuffle and avoid eyes contact with eachother.

/ Fred's pov: /

Should I say hi?

We haven't talked at all since our argument and only occasionally brushed shoulders.

But with Tank moving in with Sam....I kinda feel like mabye it's time to move out and back when we were.....alive Bright would always talk about how one day we'd move in together.

He finally mustered up the courage to look at Bright and was about to ask him about there living situation.

But as soon as they locked eyes, Bright had a scowl plastered on his face.

So Fred looked away before he got the chance to ask

/ end of Fred's pov /

Suddenly, William opened the double doors of the mansion and entered.

"I'm sorry, are we the last ones here?"

'We'? Thought Bright eyes.

"Where's Porter?"

Asked Vincent almost sternly.

"Hes still in the car but don't worry he'll be out soon"

Vincent scoffed

"I am not worried about him"

William sighed as he removed his cloak. Vincent, Sam and Lovely were sitting on the same couch with Sam sitting on the edge of it and Vincent and Lovely next to eachother.

Bright and Fred were sitting on the couch opposite to them with Bright being the closest to William as he remained standing.

Alexis had her own chair.

Then Porter entered the room.

Fred was the only one in that room that hadn't yet seen Porter so he made note of the man's appearance.

He wasn't particularly tall, mabye only a little taller than Bright eyes, but he was wearing stilettos so it was hard to tell.

There were various scars across his face. Three long claw marks layed upon his left eye and one smaller one on his jawline that reached the cusp of his mouth.

He also wore pitch black shades that were the shape of bat wings.

(Refrance ^)

Vincent scoffed

"Sunglasses at night huh? Classy"

He said sarcastically to no one in particular.

Though Porter answer him.

"Oh why thank you~"

As Porter's eyes scanned the room, his gase eventually landed on Bright eyes.

And as he did he slowly removed his shades in shock.

Bright gave him the same look as they realised the situation they had found themselves in.

And simultaneously thought of the thing that usually comes to mind when you run into somone you had a one night stand with just the other night:

"SHHIIITTT"

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(I accidentally posted an unfinished version of this cos tumbler was mad at me for the chapter being to long so I cut it in half. This is the first half. For those who saw the unfinished version...keep what happens to yourself for now)

Taggs:

@darlin-collins @anexistingexistence @you-think-i-care-mate

#redacted audio #redacted asmr #redactedverse #ok just one more punk progeny won't hurt~ #redacted vincent #redacted lovely #redacted bright eyes #redacted frederick #redacted fic #redacted fanfic #redacted porter solaire #redacted porter #Bright eyes x Porter #redacted william

[madelineswrld09]

new beginnings- bill kaulitz

synopsis- 19 year old elsie movies to la from russia, where she meets bill kaulitz.

paring- bill kaulitz x f! reader

As I get off the long plane ride, I stretch my legs and feel the crisp air of California. It was 2:00 at night, and the city lights were shining. I walk out of the terminal and out of the airport. The smell the air is light, unlike russia, where I was born.

"elsie?" The driver calls out my name. I hop into my taxi and zip up my coat, I yawn, knowing | have my first runway show early tomorrow. The driver puts my luggage into the trunk, and I cling onto my carryon.

The driver opens the backseat door, and I see 2 men, probably around my age. The one in the middle seat Has black hair, in thin dreads with hints of white, and the other has black braids. They both look at me in unison. the boy in the middle scoots closer to the other boy to make room for me. I set my bag in my lap and cross my legs. We exchange hellos and the boys tell my their names. "I'm bill, and this is Tom". the one in the middle says. I'm elsie. I say. The boys seem surprised by my subtle russian accent. "Are you coming from russia?" Bill asks me. "Yeah, I say. Im moving here for a fresh start away from my family." Bill smiles. "Why LA?

He says. I take a minute to respond. "There's so many more opportunities here. I'm trying to build my modeling career." Toms head pirks up. "Your a model? I had a feeling. Bill said. I laugh a little. "Why'd you want to get away from your family? Bill says. "Well my parents aren't supportive of my career. As bill was telling me childhood stories about him, I couldn't help but admire him, his eyes were a deep brown, his nose was perfectly slanted and his German accent was intriguing. So what are you guys doing in la?" I finally ask. "Oh, me and Tom are in a band called tokio hotel. we actually are living here but we just got back from Germany."

as the taxi driver pulls into the street of my high rise apartment, bill puts his hand on mine. “i didn’t get your number.” he pulls out a peice of paper and scribbles his number. i take it into my pocket. his sultry eyes staring into mine. i bite my lip without realization. i want him so badly. “y’know, it’s pretty lonely in my apartment, i could use some company. i say in a seductive voice. “want me to keep you company?” he says. “i’d love that.” i say, in a flirty tone, we head into my apartment, i can feel the sexual the tensions rising.

that night…

(part 2??)

#bill kaulitz #tom kaulitz smut #tokio hotel #bill kaulitz x reader #georg listing #gustav schäfer #tom kaulitz #bill kaulitz smut #tokio hotel x reader #bill kaulitz fluff #bill kaulitz fanfic #tom kaulitz x reader #bill kaulitz x you

[szkennelttucsok]

A napfelkelte időpontja egy pirk adat...

[dorothea-wieck]

Mädchen in Uniform (1931) poster

#Mädchen in Uniform #Madchen in Uniform #1930's #1930s #Dorothea Wieck #Hertha Thiele #Barbara Pirk #Doris Thalmer #poster

[braindead94]

The sound of rolling dice, is music to my ears

Reader is a small Elf whos task is to delivering important male to Jack Skeleton when she accidently tripped and lost a few letters.

But when she tries to get it back from the Boogeyman that the entire Halloween town warned her about, he offers her a game to win them back.....

(Merry Christmas yall!!! TW:Kidnapping, Gambling, blow job (female receiving), PIV, bugs)

The crisp air of snow and peppermint filled the air along with the sounds of merriment and laughter from the elfs. You smiled brightly as you stroll along the path with a pirk in your step, waving and greeting other elfs that crossed your path in Christmas Town. The bell on your longstock hat jingled as you spun around in the town square, twirling your green skirt with white fluff on the ends while catching snowflakes on your tongue before dashing off to the end of the street and towards the beautiful forest.

Santa had a new idea for Christmas that involved working with Halloween Town favorite resident, Jack Skeleton. Of course, many people here didn’t take up the idea of mingling with the likes of him because… well, their beloved skeleton kidnaps your town's leader for Saint Nick sakes!

But you took it with a cheerful smile and a happy beat in your heart. You were very curious about the folks in that scary town and for the most part, half of the rumors the elfs spread were ALMOST right.

The monsters and ghouls do eat out of the skulls of animals. They do dress in all black and have slime oozing out of them. Half of them are even dead and walking. But what surprised you the most was that they are all so inviting and open to you.

They were curious about you and your town as much as you are of theirs. The idea was that Santa would take the good children letters and the naughty letters go to Jack with little backstory of their bad behavior. He thought it would be a good idea that the Pumpkin King take up the title of Krampus (minus the whipping and kidnapping). All he had to do was scare them a little, just a little and leave coal.

The tall, bony man was thrilled to be part of this fun idea and always greeted you with a wide grin and a spark in his empty eye sockets. Sooner than later, he and many of the residents became good friends of yours. 

Well, except from those oddball kids, Lock, Stock, and Barrel. You paid them no mind when they made fun of your pointy ears and how short you are (you held it in the fact that THEY are short as well). The odd thing was that there would be few bugs around them whenever they appeared, and only to disappear after they left. Or how the insects in Halloween town seemed to follow you about.

You just turn the other cheek and move on when they come onto your path.

Perhaps you could invite some of your friends over to Halloween town one day. Then your whole friends could become one big group so you’ll never have to separate anything anymore.

You hummed a jolly tune as you made your way through the pine trees that slowly dwindled down from thick with wide trunks and brimming with pine leaves to thin and spices. Hiking up your heavy backpack full of tightly packed letters and a box of your homemade Christmas cookies (both chocolate chips and swirl cookies), your wide eyes scanned for your destination.

Seeing the familiar sight of the Holiday doors, you nearly ran over to the pumpkin door and knocked on it, one two three, one two three, one two three four five.

You didn’t have to, but you felt it was only polite to do so before opening it and eagerly jumping in with the brightly colored leaves of red, orange and brown swirled around you and you disappeared into the darkness.

With practice and with muscle memory, you curled up into a ball just when you felt something hard and flat hit your feet, rolling forward and plopping open in the dark and scary forest.

You just got up, dust yourself off and stroll into the well beaten path to the spooky town. The moon was full and bright, almost hurting your eyes as it lighted up your path. The trees around you were tall, lanky and dead with the smell of dried sap and fresh dirt. 

You happily stepped on crisp leaves with your curled up shoes, the bell on your long hat jingled, almost skipping on when you saw you were getting close to the three thick or treaters tree house.

Your lips almost made a scowl but pressed on with lead feet, hoping they weren't home to taunt you or throw rotten apples at you again. You were almost passing by the hill when something hooked on the curl of your green shoe and made you trip.

“Wahhhh!!” You crashed hard, your chin hitting the dirt hard. You cringed in pain as you slowly sat up on your knees, only to see your backpack opened and spilling letters out. “Ohhhh no no no no no!” You muttered as you began to snatch them up and shove it in the pack, never bothering to straighten them out or even if they were getting crinkled with the carelessness of stuffing. Thankfully your cookies were still inside.

You turned to your left to gather more, then to your right to get the rest. 8 letters, 5 letters, only 4 more letters to go-

A gust of wind brushed through your exposed hair and picked up the 4 remaining letters in the air. You could only look in disbelief when it landed only a few feet away from the dreaded treehouse. “How on…” You didn’t bother finishing it when you clamped the pack shut and rushed out to grab the remaining envelopes.

But they moved out of your grasp, very comically like an old silent film actor getting his hat. It was as if they were moving on their own. You huffed in annoyance as you unknowingly got closer and closer to the tree, right at the base where the trunk meets the ground… except you stopped at the unexpected moat that dipped down into darkness.

You halted your progress, almost falling off the ledge as you saw the letters getting carried in the air and through an open window by…

Your eyes widened as you saw many beetles clinging onto the white envelopes, their wings buzzing hard as they slipped into the crack of the window just enough for them.

Blinked at how ridiculous this looked, you sat back on your feet and stared at the trunk. Looking through the glass, you saw nothing but darkness. 

Welp, this is going to be a problem.

You lean your body back to look up at the treehouse, debating whether or not it’s worth bothering the little deviants and ask to look into their basement, or living room, or whatever it is. But the more you think about it, the more scenarios pop up with unfavorable endings.

You think if Jack would be of assistance but then again, he is a busy skeleton and it would only make things worse when they get caught, they would probably heckle you even more later if that were to be.

You nibble on your thumbnail, your mind racing until a new idea pops up. ‘What if I just…. Sneak in?’ You thought. “No, no, breaking in is bad! And besides, I’m sure those letters are not that important.” You reasoned. ‘But Santa does it once a year for Christmas, for a good reason. And he explained that these children are growing up worse and worse each year with no consequences, they would have to learn to behave for the betterment of their adult years and to others.’ Says the reason in your mind.

A small sigh left your lips as you looked at the dark window, then to the darkness of the moat. Luckily there was a rope that hung from the branches above, so after you made sure to secure your pack, you clamped onto the rope and climbed down to the glass. Luckily it wasn’t locked and you gently let yourself in.

‘Ohhhhh, this still feels wrong. ’ You think as you waved your arm in the dark to feel the walls. Your hands grasp something long and hard. Your brows frowned at the feel of it, how smooth and wrong it felt. Almost familiar though.

You hung onto it and found more things similar to it on the wall and slowly climbed down until your feet touched the floor. Now with the safety of the ground, you looked around to see… still nothing but you can hear a lot of scuffling. Like lots of tiny little feets scampering about all around you.

Quickly thinking, you reach for your bell and with a small blow, you ring it with a golden chime echoing the room and it begins to glow.

The light wasn’t enough to fill in the whole thing, so you saw it was a big room. Wider and bigger than Mr. and Mrs. Claus' own house. You turned around to the wall you climbed down-

You scream when you see skeletons hanging by their wrists and ankles stretching them out without breaking them apart on chains. Their bones covered in disgusting paint as their skulls looked down at you with their jaw open and their sockets looking at you dully.

You tumbled backward before trying to calm yourself down. ‘It’s okay, it’s okay.. It’s just skeletons, you’ve seen them around Halloween Town, you are friends with one. Everything is fi-’ 

You let out another scream when you look down to see bugs of many sizes and shapes skittering all over the floor, some on your green shoes and almost crawling up your red and white stockings.

Immediately, you stomp and kick at them when you hear a deep chuckle behind you. With a snap, the room began to glow bright and the bigs seemed to be repealed by the light. Within seconds, they disappeared into the cracks of the walls before you.

“Don’t pay them too much, little lady. They are only takin’ a good look at cha.” Said a deep, southern voice behind you.

You turned to see the whole room and blinked in surprise. It was a large game room with a wheel with sharp edges and another skeleton strapped in the middle. The floor you were standing on was a circle with red and black boxes with golden numbers and skull painted on the ends and the middle had cracks that indicated that it was holding something inside.

Further ahead of you was a large throne that was built with big dice and coins with insects crawling in and out of it, and on that throne was a very, very large man who looked at you with keen interest.

His face was plump with a wicked smile on his cupid lips, his teeth all crooked and jagged like broken bottles while the ends of his mouth had stitches that extended his smile. He had a thick mustache with a soul patch on his chin with stitches lining underneath that chin all the to the sides of his face until it hid under his ears. He wore black glasses that glinted in the light. 

His black hair groomed back, and his pale skin nearly popped out of his dark, burgundy suit that looked like it was stitched in thick string with a black shirt with a striped, orange and black tie. You looked at the big, stitched up man with a feeling of meeting a hungry lion when you saw him holding the 4 letters in his hands.

“Oh! You have my letters! I’m so sorry for breaking into your home, sir.” You called out as you started to walk towards him, the feeling did not go away as you came closer. “I tripped and lost some of my letters, and for some reason some bugs carried them here. If I may have them back please, I’ll leave your…” You looked around the whole bizarre place for a proper word. “Lovey home.” You finished, now standing in front of him, but still a good few meters away.

Even from this distinct, you could still see how tall he really was, and say how his suit looked a bit tight on him, especially around his belly. He raised a thick eyebrow as he looked over the envelopes in his hands, fanning himself while thinking before giving you a smirk. “No.” 

You blinked with your mouth agape.

“I’m-I’m sorry-”  “Listen here, darlin’,” He began, his southern drawl laying his voice thick as he crossed his leg over the other, his face never losing that hidden sense of humor. “I know you and your boss loves ta break in and all. But here in Halloween Town, we don’t do that. Especially if ya don’t know what type of surprises linger in our homes. ‘Sides, you don’t have anything to trade for these.” He added as he sat back with a lazy grunt.

Your mind becomes jumbled with excuses for Santa and for your rude intruding as you try to apologize to him when you think of the cookies. “Well, if it’s a trade you want sir, I have some treats with me that you could have.” His eyes, so very human for a resident living in a monster filled world, light up at the word treat. “Well, present them here, cutie.” 

Your cheeks turned red as he called you that, nearly fumbling the box out of your backpack. Placing the bag down, you walked up to the man in the chair. It feels odd, so vastly different from Santa Claus, surrounded by kind people and how many children line up to ask him for presents, how his face glowed with warmth and giving. Always have a smile that makes you light up.

This man is the opposite in this lonely game place, letting out a feeling of cold and selfishness, his dark eyes pierced through your soul and even looked at your box with a wide smile as he placed the envelopes on his wide lap as you came up to up. You noticed how your shoulders were just almost taller than his knees. ‘Goodness, he might be taller than Santa himself. ’ You think. 

The man reached out and instead of taking the box off your hands, he grabbed your wrist and pulled you closer between his now open legs (you saw morse stitches on his hands, one ending on the palm of his hand and around his wrist and on the other around his ring finger). You felt your cheeks becoming warmer as his skin, which felt callused and coarse, still held onto you as he opened the box and let out a delighted ah.

“Well ain’t they just the most de-licious looking treats. Did ya make these yourself?” He asked as he just took one and munch on a chocolate chip cookie. 

You cleared your throat and answered yes, waiting for him to let you go. But he didn’t, he ate another and another, all while still holding onto you. 

“And look at these funny little men with buttons on them! And you get to eat them? You Christmas folks must be darker than I give ya credit for.” He smirked as he took a gingerbread man. You stood awkwardly as you waited for him to finish, mentally sighing and promising to bake more for Sally and the little dead boy with his bat friend. 

Once the tall man in stitches finished all the surgery cookies, he finally let go of your arm and sat back with a consent smile on his face and a few crumbs on his patch. “Well shave my legs and call me Bessy, those are one of the best damn things I’ve ever tasted. What are they called?”

You stepped back with a wayward grin and answered him, then explained how you made them though it looked like he didn’t care about the making process of them as he just wiped away the crumbs with a raggedy rag from his jacket pocket.

“So…um, now that you’ve had your cookies, I’ll take the letters back now-” “Now hang on a minute, little sugar. I never did agree to give them to you if I ate any of your delights. You just walked on up and offered them to me like a present. And isn't that what you folks are all about, given shit away for free?” 

You stood there flabbergasted, trying to bring up reason but thinking back, he never did verbally agree to give them to you. But the way he was implying should have been enough, right?

“Um…” Was all you could say as you fumble with the red box in your hand, trying to come up with something to get those papers back. “You're really dead set on getting them back, huh?” He chuckled, then a gleam of an idea flashing in his eyes and his smile grew, nearly popping the stitches on the sides.

“How about this, you play a game with me. If you win four times, you get your letters back and you get to leave. How does that sound?” You nodded eagerly before you paused. “Wait, what happens if I lose?”

He let out a laugh as he sat back on his throne. “Well that was quick! Most folks would just play my games before even askin’ that question! Well, little missy if you lose,” He leaned back down to you, his body towering over you. The gleam of his glasses shined before his dark pupils almost glowed green in the shadow. “You get to stay here with me.” He whispered. 

You balked at the mere thought of just staying here in this-this empty room of games, stepping away from him. He smirked when you almost tumbled backward that caused you to drop the box. “That-that’s not a fair trade! They are only just papers-” 

“Papers that you are so very anxious to get back, like a kid with fire ants in his pants. Are they really that important to risk your own life to break into an unknown territory and just stroll in without knocking the residents first?” The man exclaimed in his heavy southern drawl, collapsing his hands together. “If ya ask me, that just seems mighty rude to me. Almost naughty. And here I thought all pretty little elfs were supposed to be fucking nice.”

Your face nearly crumbled with shame as you fiddled with your hands. “I-I-I’m so sorry sir-I honestly was just-” that did it, you turned around to the window with tears nearly drawn out of your big eyes. “I’ll just leave you alone and never bother you again.”

“Now hold on there, who says you were a bother?” He asked. You halted as you turned back to him. His smirk still present on his face as he held up one paper. That is out of the envelope. “I am very curious about this,” He reads one of it, raising his glasses on his crooked nose. “Kid named Daniel. What’s so special about him, huh? Causing a ruckus with his family? Need someone to discipline him? Maybe I could pay him a visit and teach him a thing or two.” He drawled on as you made your way back to him with rushed steps.

Your bell jingled as you tried to reach out for the paper but he only sat back and held it higher with a laugh. “Give that back! That is meant for Jack Skeleton!” 

With the mention of the skeleton name made him stop. The air became tense as you heard thousands of bugs scuttling in the walls as if they were retreating. “Jack Skeleton, eh? What, is that big old oaf of a red lobster asking him to deliver presents again? Or just scare them into being good? Well,” 

He smiled wider, wider until the side stitches unravel and his mouth showed more jagged teeth. The glow of his dark eyes showed again as a shadow passed over his face. “Perhaps I could pay the tiny tikes a visit. Scare the living shit out of them myself into being good children.” He whispered, his voice deeper with more voices joining, making him more demonic.

Ice turned your blood cold as your stomach squeezed as he loomed over you. There was no way you could just leave now without those letters. If he knew more about those naughty kids, he could hurt them or worse!

“Let's play a game then!” You squeaked out. “If I win four times then I’ll leave you forever! You won't ever have to hear from me ever again!” His eyes blinked before his side stitches closed up again as leaned back, more calmer but with that same gleam in his eyes.

“A smart decision, little darlin.” He snapped his fingers and a spotlight turned on behind you, pointing to a table and two chairs on each side that popped up behind you.

‘How-when did that-’ The man got up, up and up, startling you to step back as he made his way over to it while stuffing the paper into it’s container. “Now then, what games do you know about, Miss Y/n?” You think as you walk behind him from a safe distance. “Well, I know Uno. That’s a-wait,” You paused, thinking how he was quick to anger when you mentioned Jack just once. 

“Maybe not that game. How about Go Fish? I’m good at Go Fi-” “Sugar, I’m asking for a grown-up game, not some” He waved his hand as he sat in one chair. “Child's card game that’s meant to entertain a pathetic 5-year-old. Nah, I’m talking about a real man's game.”

You felt bristled when he insulted a child but kept it to yourself as you went to your chair and climbed up it, slightly pleased that had the right size to let you be seen from the other side of the table, but it did make it harder to climb up it. You made a hum as your mind raced to think of a new game. ‘Alright, so perhaps he might be interested in board games. Maybe he has Sorry?’

“How about Blackjack, do you know that one?” He asked, whipping out a pack of cards out of nowhere. You blinked as he began to shuffle them in a flashy, elegant way over the table with the green velvet feel, like a magician showing off his magic. Your eyes are drawn to how he flicked one card up into the air and caught the rest.

“Or maybe Poker? I’m always a sucker for Poker. If that aint’ your style,'' He rolled his wrist and out appeared two red dice with skulls on it rolled onto the table. “We can play some roulette. The choice is yours to pick, Y/n.”

You think hard, frowning at the table. “Um… I haven’t played any of those games. I’m sorry…” You said sheepishly. His smile widened, and not in a friendly way. “Well that’s alright sweetie, I’ll teach ya. Lets go with Poker then, always a good one to start off with.” You nodded, at least trusting the process of getting those letters back-

“Oh! I’m sorry, I didn’t get your name.” You added. “That you didn’t, my apologies. Around these parts, they call me the Boogeyman, but my real name is Oogie Boogie.” You felt a tingle of recognition from the name in your mind. The people in Halloween Town have mentioned him but never gotten into too much detail. But they did tell you to never trust the Boogie Man, not even with a little penny or your life.

Well, that isn’t a great start off but you had no choice. “Ok, Mr.Boogie. Let’s play Poker.”

So he spent a few minutes teaching you about the game, sprinkling some bits of it’s…. colorful history. It was kinda hard to understand how it works because of his accent but you slowly understood how the game operates, not that he slowed down for you to catch up when he started to deal with the cards out.

Mr.Boogie was even kind enough to play a few practice rounds before playing the game for real after you won some fake rounds (which he gave you begruttle praise for). 

Then the game really began.

He placed down one envelope in the center of the table with the green velvet on the top. Then he dealt the cards out until you both got an even 5. Following the rules, you peeked at the first two cards.

They were two threes, one diamond and another a club. 

That round was rather short but you managed to win that first round easily with the rest of the three being 6s, two spades and one club. 

Oogie just smiled widely at your winning before dealing for another round while you eagerly get the first letter back.

The next round was a bit harder as you tried to keep your face neutral when you saw you got two aces. You looked at his face, really trying to study him as he looks at his own. He rubbed the soul patch on his chin, deep in thought before going in. You placed it down, then flipped up the rest of the cards when it showed that his cards were just as good as your aces.

It was three more aces.

You let out a cheer of glee as you picked up the second letter while you spun around on your chair, the golden bell at the end of your hat jingled along with your laughter. Oogie patiently waited until you sat back down with a bright smile on your face.

He had his own smile that didn’t look right.

“Why don’t we make this more interesting, sug.” he said. Still riding on that winning high, you nodded eagerly. “How ‘bout we throw in some strip poker fer a few rounds?”

That…. Threw you off that high ride. “Strip? As in… stripping wallpaper off?” You asked. The man in stitches let out a belly full laughter, tilting his head as he did so while you felt even more confused and peeved at his bizarre behavior.

After he calmed down enough, he stared at you with a glint inside of the dark pools in the middle of his eyes with a glowing but of green inside of them and said “No little doll. After you lose a hand, you have to take one article of clothing off of you until you're completely naked.”

Your face reddened hard while you dropped your cards on the table as if they caught on fire. “No, no way! Absolutely not! That is very inappropriate and really weird! Why would you want to add that in? Why would anybody play strip poker?!” You shrieked as you crossed your arms.

He just shrugged nonchalantly. “To enhance the experience! It gets folks on the Human side all riled up, make it interesting! Otherwise this whole game would be dull, and you are having a good time ain'tcha? You don’t want to ruin that with just two more rounds, right?”

Your cheeks felt warm but you did pounder on his words for a bit.

The game was starting to get good, and you felt like you had a winning streak going on….. Pulse you have layers of clothing on sooo….

You square up your shoulders, clearing your throat before agreeing with him with a soft okay. 

Oogies face broke out in his grin and his eyes flashed green again.

The first round went quickly as you got new cards, but it ended up with you losing to him. ‘No worries. I have tons of layers.’ You think as you took off your thick red coat and placed it neatly on the back of your chair neatly.

The next round, you lost again, and you slipped your curl toe shoes off and let both of them fall onto the floor limply. The man in front of you huffed in amusement as you continued on with a determined look on your face.

You managed to win the next round with a royal flush, and you squealed in delight and stuck out your tongue at him. Oogie simply smirked at you as he undoes his necktie and plop it onto the table. The next round you won again and gosh! This Poker game is really something else! You let out a whoop when you won the next round.

“Ha! By the time I’m done with this game, I’ll be the Queen of Po-po-poker…” Your excited words trailed off when he sat back and slowly unbuttoned his jacket and instead of taking it off, he slowly unbuttoned his dress shirt. Slowly, one…. By… one as if he was teasing you. 

The stitches from under his chin led down his throat and continued on until he fully opened up his shirt, leaving his plump chest and big belly out for all to see.

You stare at the lines between his pecs and two more split on his belly like a peace sign. Oogie Boogie rested his hands on the table and waited for you to speak up. After a full minute had passed by, you leaned forward and looked him in the eyes through his glasses. “Did that hurt?” You asked with concern.

He looked surprised, as if no one had asked him that before he chuckled a bit, his fingers twitching as if he wanted to grab something. “Nah, sugar. It didn’t hurt me at all.” You nodded, not bothering the thought that he never took off his jacket for the strip poker and continued on. 

Now, you were really taking your time after you lost your candy cane stockings and the only thing that is keeping you properly covered up is your green dress. Your hat is the last article of clothing is your hat, but the bell is your best chance of escaping out of here in case something goes wrong.

“Can we get back to the letters please, I would like to end this soon so I can leave you in peace.” Oogie smirked, his thick eyebrow raised in a teasing manner. “Why so anxious to leave little o’ me? Am I really that unbearable to be around with?”

You paled as you shook your head no. “I’m so sorry to give you that impression!” You lied, your ears lowering out of habit. “I just don’t want anyone to worry about meEEEE!” You shrieked and you felt something crawling up your bare leg. You shiver and try to shake it off but it held on as it climbed higher and higher-OH NO! It’s a black widow!!

You stood on your highchair as you try to think of a way to get it off without touching it when a large hand reached out with his palms up next to your waist where the creepy crawly stood. “Come along now darlin’. You’re givin our special guest a fright.” He drawls in his thick southern accent. The spider excitedly hopped on his hand and Oogie raised it up closer to your face before withdrawing it onto his seat.

Your heart was still pounding when you began to sit, then froze as you watched the big man bringing the Black Widow to his belly.

The seams on his belly came undone, then slowly his skin split open to reveal darkness with the sounds of lots of something small and slithering and skittering inside him. The spider crawled out of his hand, over his skin and joined in the rest of the sounds, it’s body seemingly mingling with the rest of the dark.

You watched on with disgust as the skin closed in on itself and the seams stitched itself back together and his belly became whole once more. Your skin felt cold as you just stared at his torso before looking up at him. He sat there leaned back with a smirk. “Enjoying the view, little lady? Well, if ya like, you could unwrap me yourself if you're curious about me.” He winked.

You shudder as you pick up your scattered cards and put your focus into the game.

Unfortunately, your mind was not in the same space as it was before and soon you’ve lost another round. He held out his hand for a letter and, with hesitation, you gave one back to him.

The next hour was spent alternating playing poker then strip poker when you felt you couldn’t handle losing a letter. He took off his jacket, leaving his shirt on and unbutton while you took off your fingerless gloves, necklace and after making an uneasy decision, took off your green dress rather than your hat.

If something were to happen, you’ll ring it for a quick emergency.

You could feel the man with the bugs eyes burning onto your bare skin as you shimmy out of it, your cheeks and the tip of your ears blushing hard as you folded it neatly and put it on your lap. Something told you that he might try to take your dress if you leave it unintended. Now you were just wearing a tank top that rested over your bra and stripped panties.

Of course, that decision didn’t go unnoticed.

“Now why take that dress rather than your hat. Granted, you look more adorable, tasty then a slut in the best whorehouse in the world, but I’m just wonderin.” Your face grew red as you stayed silent and picked up your cards again.

He let out a deep chuckle and looked at his cards. You looked into yours and nearly broke out in a grin. It was another royal flush. You nearly wiggled in your seat as you eyed up the very last, nearly crumbled letter that sits too close to Oogie Boogie. You are almost home free!

But then you started to notice the discarded pile and how high it is. You recounted the mount of times he redealt the cards after three rounds, that should have been enough to mix the cards up, right?

You then remember you’ve played an Ace of clubs in one round then the very next one, HE had an Ace of clubs in his winning deck.

“Wait a minute…” You placed your cards down as you leer at the tall man across from you. He glanced up, a knowing look placed in his eyes behind his glasses.

“Are you… cheating?” You asked with a hushed voice. Oogie Boogie just paused before his face broke out in a wide, wide grin. “Took ya long enough.” He said, nearly snickering as he dumped his cards on the table.

You slam your fist on the table, red bloomed on your face as you stood on your chair to scold closer at him. “That isn’t right!? Do you know how dishonest that is? How it ruins the game?! Now this isn’t even a real winning!!” You yelled, your voice nearly breaking from the lack of how much you’ve let your anger go.

“Well then I guess I’ll have those letters back then.” He pointed out, raising a hand with a smile. You blinked, then looked back at the envelopes and paled. Oh no…

“I…” You stutter out but your shoulders crumble downward. He’s right, you didn’t properly win them. So with a heavy hand, you gave it back to him, which he eagerly accepted. But his hand got a bit too close to yours, nearly grazing skin to cold skin.

“How about this, doll face,” Said Oogie with a mocking look of symphony as he collapsed his hands on the table. You waited as you sat down and crossed your arms to warm yourself up. ‘Fudge, I’ll need to get dressed quickly-’ 

“Let’s play a different game, no tricks, no cheating. Just an honest game of chance.” He said. You blinked at him again. “Y-y-you’re serious?” “As serious as a heart attack, sugar.” He quipped back.

You think about it, really think hard on it. 

He’s been cheating, probably from the very beginning. Maybe he didn’t even teach you all the rules of the game and you completely fell for it like a cotton headed ninnymuger!

“Alright, but it has to be with a game I know.” You demanded. He shrugged and sat back with a small grunt. “So, what do ya reckon? Miss.Y/n?” 

You ponder… and ponder… then a game up with a game that both Humans and Elfs play. If your kind and Humans know how to play it, then surely he might know. “Do you know the game Passage?”

He smiled wider as he took out his 6 pair of dice he showed you earlier and proceeded to do fancy tricks on his fingers. “I sure do, Y/n.”

You beamed, glad to have something going in your favor. “Good! Then if I win, I get the letters back, not one by one, all of them. And if you win-” “Then you get to stay here with me, little lady.” He smirked. A shiver slither up your spine as the cold settles in your blood. You swallow your fear as you nodded with a firm look on your face. 

“Deal…. but why-” He cut you off when he cleared the table by swiping his arm across the table, totally disregarding the nice-looking cards and set the dice on the table. Oogie just smirked at your shocked face as he held out his hand with two dice with snake details on it. “Ladies first.”

You both play the first round with no issues so far. You gained 3 points, then 5, then Oogie get 7 points. 

“Well well well, looks like you are losing pretty quickly, Y/n. If I were you, I’d start praying for a Christmas Miricale.” He taunted, leaning forward with his elbows on the table. You just huffed and started to roll with great vigor, anxiety riddled your mind when it dawned on you.

You’ve never told him your name.

Your body froze at the revelation. Your heartbeats almost stopped. Oogie Boogie looked confused, raising an eyebrow. “What’s the matter? Lost interest in getting these babies back?” He asked. You only stare back at him as you slowly gather up your courage and ask “How did you know my name?”

The second you asked, he grinned wolf like with jagged teeth. “Hehehehe….. You are way smarter than you give off, sugar.”

Your body jerked to get off the highchair, landing awkwardly as you stumbled to get away from the man in stitches getting up from his seat, your body hurting from the fall, no doubt you’ll be getting scabs from crawling back. 

“How-how did you know my name?!” you demanded, shivering as your ears lowered down until your hand felt something slimy. You let out a shriek and stopped when you saw a whole menagerie of bugs crawling behind you as if to keep you from reaching to the wall, the only escape from HIM.

His footsteps were loud compared to Santas as he strolled leisurely to you, his black shirt still unbuttoned and his hands in his pockets. “Why, with my little friends, of course! I like to keep in touch with my ‘neighbors’ above, just to stay in the know-how. So imagine my surprise when I see cute little you strolling in with that little bell hat chatting with the Halloween folk, being all buddy buddy with them for the past few months. I’ve been keeping an eye on you for a long time now, and just the mere sight of you,” He let out a low whistle with a smirk, eyeing your body as a patron would at a butcher shop. “Just gets me all riled up.” 

You suddenly remember the golden bell, your only chance to get out of here! Your hand shot out to grab it when something slithered around your hat and tugged back. With a yelp, you turn around to see a large snake in yellow and black stripes slinking backward to the rising crowd of bugs, beetles and flys swarming around you as you try to make a grab for it. Only to have a pair of large, and stitched up hands slip underneath your arms and lift you up, up, up and up.

“Now, let me get a proper look atcha.” He grumbled with delight as he brought you chest to chest with him. Your legs dangled underneath you as your arms were pinned against his bare chest. You could only look up at him with your widened eyes colored in fear, which only made him chuckle. 

“Now if you ain’t just the cutest sight, I don’t know who is.” Oogie muttered, bringing your back to the table with ease. You only wiggled, really that all you could do as you pleaded with him was images of his stitches opening up to release his inner army of bugs crawling and feasting on your flesh and bones flashed through your mind. “Please! Please don’t eat me! I’m not that tasty!” You yelled, shutting your eyes as you tried to kick his stomach.

But that only made him laugh.

“Oh I do intend to do just that, sugar. But not in a way your thinkin.” He giggled as he rubbed the back of his hand over your cheek, his eyes just lighted up in excitment. In the haze of your fear, you felt…..confused by that statement. 

“Wha-what do-” You let out a yelp when he plopped you to the table, the thumb of your body made the dice roll over the table, but Oogie paid it no mind. “Just follow my lead, dollface.” He drawled as he planted his hands beside your head before leaning down to kiss your gasped lips.

You let out another yelp in the kiss as his tongue dominated the kiss, cold and slimy as his jagged teeth grazed over your lips. Your heart bounded in fear and sorrow, almost morning over the loss of your first kiss. You try to push him away on his shoulders but he only pressed his body against yours, further trapping you. 

Your breathing became ragged, feeling more trapped as he nipped and sucked at your lips, nearly breaking skin as he continued down your neck, suckling and leaving big red marks. You felt scared, you wanted OUT but….. Why was this feeling so good?

“Why? Why are you doing thi-” He placed his hand over your mouth, shoving his thumb in your mouth. “Don’t ask such questions, Y/n. Just focus on how nice it feels. Doesn't this feel good? Have you ever been fucked before?” That was a word you’ve heard while visiting the Human side, so vulgar, so vile… but why does it feel okay?

“Have you ever been kissed?” He asked, his smile widening then before. You shut your eyes as you shook your head no. “Awwh, well then,” His face came back up to yours, his eyes glowing green as he peered into yours. “ You are in for a treat.” Oogie hissed delightfully before you felt a hand slip into your underwear and rip it off.

You shriek on his thumb as the man leaned back, appearing to sit down at his chair again and kiss at the base of your mound, his beard scratching the delicate part of your skin. Your hands scratched at his hand that was holding you down until something slithered around your wrists and yanked them back.

He parted your shivering legs and cooed at you. “Aw, what’s the matter, little elf? Feelin nervous? Well, don’t worry your pretty mind over it.” You looked down to plead with him to stop, trying to ignore the hot feelings that refused to leave when you froze when his mouth widened up again. The stitches become undone and two black tongue-like appendages slithered out to lick his teeth, one red and black stripped, the other yellow and black. “I'll calm those frenzy nerves of yours down in no time.” 

His hands gripped your thighs hard as he lowered his lips to your folds and-OH GOODNESS!

Ecstasy pounded into your veins, a newfound experience that you felt for the first time as one tongue licked up and down your clit while another gently poked into your pussy. Your skin felt warm, your stomach felt warmer still with something tightening. Your cunt clenched around that one tongue as he ate you out harder, harder, sucking on your clit as the other just slathered drool over your folds.

You began to gasp in more air, your back arched in pleasure while his huge hands ghosted up to your hips to hold you still with a bruise like grip. You whimper as you felt the core in your belly grew tighter, tighter, tighteerrr-

Oogie chuckles rumbled through his body and into yours and he thrusted one tongue and sucked HARD and you snapped.

You scream loudly while you arched up as pleasure bloomed through your mind and body, almost trembling when he sat up straighter with juices from your pussy and drool connecting to your throbbing folds. The black and yellow tongue licked around his lips and his mouth closed a bit until it looked ‘normal’ as he look at your trembling body with sickening pride.

“Ya like that, little doll?” You blinked away your tears, your face and body almost red as you panted to regain your breathing back. He laughed as he slid his hands under your tank top and under your bra until his fingers gripped your breasts. You shivered-Oh wow, his hands are MASSIVE!

“God, I’ve wanted you the moment I saw ya when you stepped into the courthouse. All dressed up in that pretty little outfit, that stupid bell ringing with ever’ step, fuck I wanted to just sneak into your town and snatch you up myself.” He confessed as he kissed your neck, nipping again.

“But I waited fer the perfect moment, the right timing to snatch you up and now you’re here. Mine fer the taken, mine to have…” He trailed off as his slick lips trailed up to your own. You turned your head away in disgust, but he caught your lips and kissed you hard again as lovers would go after never seeing each other.

Oogie then ripped your top apart along with your bra as he muttered obscure things. “Gonna stuff ya until you burst, gonna fuck your tiny cunt-fuck!” He sat up, his glasses slightly crooked on his own crooked nose as he unbuckled his pants with hast.

Your eyes nearly bulged out of their sockets when his hard dick sprung out. His handsome, plump face smirked, almost preemed when he saw your expression. “You really must be a virgin, huh little elf?” You shivered at the excitement in his southern voice as he lowered his body over yours, angling his thick cock to your cunt while placing his hands over your trapped ones.

“Don’t fret, Y/n…” He purred, grinning like a shark. “I’ll be gentle.” You felt him lie as he suddenly snapped his hips forward and-

You screamed at the foreign and painful feeling of having something in your pussy, the feeling of getting practically FULL nearly blinded you, but it felt so, so GOOD! Your body, already overstimulated, began to shake under him again.

Your face scrunched as your body was trying to adjust to him as Oogie cackled, throwing his head back and his mouth widening again. You froze when you saw he stitches his between his chest slowly opening, going down until his belly and you whimpered when some snakes and thick centipedes slithered out and dropped on your body.

“Don’t focus on them, sugar, just focus on how good I’m makin ya.” Oogie whispered in your ear as he began to thrust slowly. You moaned as the feeling of pain left and was replaced by ecstasy and hot. The gross animals on your body began to move all over your skin, slithering and crawling, making your over sensitive skin prickly and warm.

You whine as he nips and sucks at your neck again, his mustache and soul patch rubbing against your skin in the right way as the snakes wrapped around your tits and squeeze gently. The centipedes formed a line around your waist, their tiny feet almost tickling that would make you giggle if Oogie wasn’t kissing you again, and wrapped themselves around and around until they covered your entire waist and squeezed too.

The big man's thrusting began to get harsher, rougher as if he was impatient. Oogie grunted as he held your face with his hands and kissed harder and harder. You mewled in the kiss, tasting your cum, your body feeling so many things at once, the centipede's tight hold managed to hug your waist even when his dick was stuffing your cunt until it bulged.

“I’m so-so close, sugar. Fuck, your pussy is so tight! ” He growled, biting your lip. His thumbs wiped away the tears streaming down your face as the snake's head rested on top of your chest and licked your nipples.

“So tight fer me, so good fer me, I’m going to stuff your cunt until your full!” His thrusting became harder as your core began to get tighter again. Your mind was blank, nearly gone by just how good this all feels.

Then he snapped hard one last time and you felt something warming your inside as you became undone again.

Your ears started to ring while your body felt floppy, loose on the table while Oogie Boogie panted over you. The snakes and the centipedes unwrapped themselves and crawled off of your sweaty body and towards the middle of your chest when you felt Oogies belly opened up and they disappeared inside.

He stood up and started to button up his black shirt, smiling as if he just won the prize at the carnival fair. You just lay still and just breathe slowly as your mind felt empty, clouded by the leftover high and passion. He chuckled as he buckled up his pants as his eyes wandered over your small body. Over your curves, the dips of the hips, how wet your cunt looks, and how glazed your big eyes are.

“Yeah…” He muttered to himself as he scooped you up, his big hand brushing into your tangled hair to cup your head before he turned around to his room. “I think you’re gonna stay here fer a really long time, little sugar…”

#molina verse #big boss #minors do not interact #minors dni #fanfic #Elf!reader #tw: monster fucking #tw kidnapping

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NSFW

Minors/AGELESS BLOGS/ BLANK BLOGS/FUJOSHIS

DO NOT INTERACT.

I will BLOCK YOU

Like y'all dumbasses don't realize you can read shit and NOT like it or reblog it and I would be none the fucking wiser. But seriously don't interact or I will block you.

Kanto!Mikey x Omega reader pt2

Mikey waited outside the university, resting against babu as a few Kanto manji men sat around him on their respective bikes and waited for (name) to get out as the Alpha didn't like the idea of his Omega not being directly beside him at all times.

The men were out of their Kanto uniforms, dressed more casual as students marvelled at them eyeing the pretty Alphas that looked like models.

Mikey perked up as he noticed the youngest Haitani walk through the gates, face neutral but anyone who looked hard enough could see Mikey was excited to see his mate "hi Mikey..." (Name) said softly as Mikey kissed him gently once close enough, silently telling the campus who (name) belonged to along with having him wear his shirts covered in Mikey's scent.

Didn't need anyone talking to his Omega.

"How were classes?" Mikey asked as one of his men took (name)s bag to hold onto, Mikey's Omega wouldn't have to lift a finger if he had a say about it.

"They were fine... Did good on that assignment" Mikey let out a pleased sound, happy his mate was doing well in school and not gonna lie he found the fact that (name) was smart... Kind of hot.

That and the fact that (name) new how to defend himself, Mikey was pleased (name) could defend himself if he was alone.

He just needed to convince the Omega to have one of his men with him as security.

(Name) hugged his mid section as they drove through Tokyo, the smell of Mikey's pharamones mixed with his body wash made (name) dizzy as he pressed a kiss to his back and cuddled into it.

This was an almost daily for Mikey, collecting his mate and bringing him home before returning to gang activities as he prefered his mate live with him and (name) didn't have many complaints other than asking for regular visits from his brothers and such.

Compromises.

Mikey was thankful (name) only really associated with betas and other omegas, most Alphas already avoiding him because of his last name because no alpha wanted to get their ass beat by the king's of Roppongi and now he had the title as Mikey's mate on him.

He was practically a walking warning sign at this point.

He was also a bigger target sadly and Mikey worried.

Once they got home, Mikey took (name)s bag from his men and the two walked into the penthouse together, the place already more lively with the omegas presence "don't leave without texting me and having someone with you, ok?" Mikey said pulling (name) close and rubbing the omegas sides slowly as (name) leaned into his touch, purring slightly "I was thinking about the body guard thing..." (Name) said snuggling into him and mikey pirked up at this but acted relaxed and not phased per usual, making a sound of acknowledgement "if they dress casually and don't go walking beside me like a man on a mission but like casual, maybe it would be fine..." (Name)s words made Mikey trill in excitement as he smiled softly at his mate.

That smile sent chills down (name)s spine, god how was someone so pretty?

"I'm glad... Now I don't wanna leave" Mikey said lovely in his ear, nipping slightly and smirking at the blush (name) produced.

Another thing (name) learned about mikey, the Alpha was a horn dog but (name) wasn't phased much as he felt equal attraction to the man.

"Later Alpha... You got work to do..." (Name) said flustered, choosing to play with the sleeves of Mikey's shirt as the blond chuckled slightly at his reaction "I will hold you to that little Omega" Mikey said with a low tone that made (name) feel fuzzy and dizzy, a soft whine escaping (name)s lips.

Mikey eventually left, kissing (name) roughly before leaving while licking his lips.

(Name) forced himself to ignore the warmth in his lower stomach as he went to work on his assignments in the living room area and grabbed a snack and drink, getting comfortable and focusing on his computer.

(Name) was thankful Mikey let him go forward with his degree, he may not be able to go into the field he wants after but it was nice to have. Omegas finding work in bigger fields was laughable sadly, employers finding any reason to not hire them.

He was happy he had a good alpha, seeing his own gender forced to be with awful Alphas... His brothers told him Mikey would be good for him despite all his flaws and he couldn't help but agree with them. Mikey was a very good alpha, albiet a bit overbearing but nothing he couldn't handle.

Mikey never said what happened to the man who tried to kill him, (name) never pressing on it but... He had an idea.

He knew what gangs did and be knew Kanto manji was no different.

He tried not to think about that stuff.

What his brothers did.

Eventually his stomach growled and due to Mikey rarely being here, there wasn't much food wise.

(Name): I'm going to grab us dinner 💖

Mikey 🐹: one of my men are waiting outside the apartment to take you

(Name): I will grab you some Taiyaki xoxo

Mikey: ty

(Name) huffed playfully at his mates poor texting skills as he grabbed his wallet and keys and went out with the company of his guard "so what's your name?" (Name) asked softly as they walked towards the elevator "Sanzu my Queen" what?

What was he just called?

"You do know I'm a man right?" (Name) said looking at the masked man curiously "Mikey is my king, you are his mate so therefore you are my queen" he explained simply and (name) nodded as he processed what he said, a little weird but he could live with it, it clearly made the guy happy so he would allow it.

"So like, in the gang who are you? My brother don't talk about their work life so I'm not exactly sure who anyone is or anything" (name) was a bit awkward as they walked down the street, (name) needing to stretch after sitting cross legged doing school work "I hope that's not an intrusive question!" (Name) said realizing that might be overstepping and Sanzu shook his head to dismiss his worries, was he really related to the Haitani brothers? Sanzu was a little thrown off at the omegas polite attitude.

"I am vice president of the Kanto manji gang" he said simply and (name) looked at him in awe before thinking "oh that's rude of them..." (Name) mumbled and Sanzu looked at him confused "what do you mean my queen?" "They put you on babysitting duty! That is uncool of them to do to you! You probably have a million other things to do and they have you watching me!" (Name) huffed and Sanzu was kind of shocked at the Omega feeling like he needed to be angry on his behalf.

No one's considered his feelings like this.

How was he related to Ran and Rindō? Like seriously?

"Watching over you is the most important task I could have besides tending to My king, you're safety is my primary concern and it's an honor I'm trusted to keep you safe" Sanzu said seriously and (name) felt a grin form on his face "I like hanging out with you as well Sanzu!"

The two continued walking until they reached their destination, a seperate ordering area for takeout "is there anything you want Sanzu?" (Name) asked the other only to receive a head shake "no thank you, my queen"

Nodding (name) ordered his food along with some fancy looking Taiyaki for dessert before taking a step back, accidentally bumping into a firm chest "oh! I'm so sorry!" (Name) said earnestly to the man he bumped into, bowing slightly "don't worry it's quite alright" the Alpha said with a soft smile "Mitsuya, I got the food!" A man with a scarred lip said with two bags of food and that's when Mitsuya noticed Sanzu standing behind the cute Omega with a glare...and that's when be smelt that oh so familiar scent...."Mikey..."

Sanzu immediately pulled (name) behind him and stared down the violet man coldly and Mitsuya ignored Sanzu to look at the Omega Sanzu was oh do keen to keep away from him "are you alright? Are you safe?" Mitsuya asked genuinely and (name) nodded confused, why wouldn't he be?

"Back off" Sanzu said coldly, murder in his eyes and Mitsuya scoffed before raising his hands, one last glance at the mysterious Omega before him and Hakkai left with their food.

"Who were they?" (Name) asked softly, unsure what to make of the men "Toman... Stay away from them" Sanzu said with the utmost seriousness and (name) nodded back, a little frazzled.

He knew Toman, his brothers warned him about them... They told him they were very very bad people.

When they got the food, Sanzu immediately took him home before texting Mikey an update knowing his king would be less than pleased.

(Name) was setting up dinner when Mikey came home, the Alpha instinctively looking for his pretty little mate and visibly relaxed when he saw him unharmed and walked towards him "hey 'jjro, how was your day?" (Name) asked walking towards him, giggling a bit when Mikey began nosing at his scent glands and sniffing his mate when he smelt the faint smell of Mitsuya from when they bumped into each other "take your shirt off" Mikey demanded and (name) looked confused "why...?"

"Wear mine" he said taking his own shirt off, watching as (name) in all his confusion take his shirt off and once off Mikey practically threw the shirt across the room in a huff and put his on (name) "is this about today? Because Sanzu handled it really well and kept me safe!" (Name) said worried that Mikey would be mad at Sanzu in any way but the Alpha just pulled him close and began scenting him... He couldn't stand another Alphas scent on him.

He could tolerate the Haitani scent on him but anything else?

It made him murderous.

"Let's eat, you must be hungry" (name) coaxed the Alpha once he smelt the jealously radiating off Mikey, accepting the fact that he would be sitting in Mikey's lap as the couple ate together, mikey stealing his omegas food and feeding him at the same time, smirking at the omegas pout.

"Hush pup" Mikey said as they continued eating and enjoying each other's company.

Mikey never understood why Alphas were so protective over their mates...but now he did, he felt so relaxed and calm around (name) and never wanted to let the Omega go...

It also made him want to constantly fuck (name) into oblivion.

"Mmm... 'jiro..." (Name) said softly as Mikey rutted softly against him, kissing his scent gland and nipping.

In private he wanted (name) to call him his real name.

And God did it do things to him.

"Told you I would get back to you baby..." Mikey said teasingly as he moved his hands under his shirt, stroking (name)s warm skin under his callused hands before moving higher to the omegas perky nipples and flicking them lightly, grinning wolfishly when (name) let out a strnagled moan as he moved one hand downwards to his crotch and began palming his tented pants, enjoying the strangled moans leaving his pretty pretty Omega.

"Let Alpha take care of you babe..." Mikey said as he moved down (name)s sweat pants, the smell of slick hitting his nose and made him harder than he thought possible "bed..." (Name) mumbled as he kicked his pants off and clinging to Mikey who practically shot up and carried/ran to the bedroom and practically tossed (name) down as he removed his pants and boxers, now naked as (name) removed his shirt and giggled when Mikey pounced on him, the heat of flesh on flesh making (name) feel dizzy as be felt mikeys cock brush against his thigh, wanting to be closer to his alpha as he began licking and biting Mikey's scent gland.

"Wanna mark alpha..." (Name) mumbled out as he felt mikeys hands move lower to his ass and gave a playful squeeze, his cold heart warming at the mere concept that his mate wants to mark him back "yeah? Wanna mark me, pretty? Make me yours?"

"My alpha..." (Name) said as the room was flooded with both of their scents, Mikey trying not to go feral at how wonderful he smelt "present" Mikey commanded, he never really used them outside the bedroom and God did it make (name) wet. Flipping over he presented his ass high for Mikey's eyes only, slick flooding out.

Just for him.

God he couldn't believe (name) was all his forever.

He was never letting him go.

Ever.

Diving in likey licked and sucked at (name)s ass, drunk over the taste of his slick and pushed his tongue in to taste more of the sweet slick.

He ate him out like his slick was the fountain of youth.

"Manjiiro~" (name) chanted like he was his god, crying out when Mikey began jerking him off simultaneously and it didn't take (name) long to climax over the bed, body shaking "you ready?" Mikey said after one last long lick to his gaping and leaking ass and lining his cock up, rubbing slick all over it "p-please..." (Name) was already a mess, drooling and whining as Mikey began pushing in and almost climaxed at the burning stretch of his ass alone.

"Big...~" (name) uttered as Mikey wasted no time fucking into him likes rabbit, biting and licking his neck as instincts took over.

He began pounding relentlessly into him, his balls slapping against (names) upper thighs as he held tightly to (name)s hips, groaning at how unimaginably tight his mate was, it was like a vacuum with how it was sucking him back in!

"God baby, so fucking good!"

"Alpha~" (name) practicing cried out, to far gone to form proper words as he felt his climax nearing and Mikey knot was beginning to swell as the Alpha began pounding harder, lifting (name) up by the neck so that they were both kneeling as he began feverishly fucking into him, pulling him into a heavy kiss.

Mikey was quick to dominate the kiss, tongue claiming everything it could as it tangoed with (name)s and swalling all his cute and desperate moans.

"C-cumming!" (Name) practically screamed as he broke the kiss, Mikey followed suit and shoved his knot in and locking them together as he came hard into his ass.

The two snuggled as Mikey let his knot die down, the smell of sex heavy in the room as they kissed softly.

Mikey was ready to pass out as he pulled his mate close, slipping his cock out and watching semen leak out with great interest and all he could think was 'I can't wait for him to finish university'.

He was gonna fuck a kid into his mate.

Mark his words.

#tokyo revengers x male reader #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers fluff #mikey tokyo revengers #mikey x reader #mikey sano smut #omega male reader #omegaverse #male reader

[afewproblems]

Warm my Cold and Tired Heart (Part Two)

You can read part one here!

The weeks that follow are a blur. 

Between getting the five of them through the gate back to Hawkins, and hauling ass to the hospital, it's a miracle that Eddie kept on breathing and that Steve didn’t bleed out.

Dustin had badly sprained his ankle from the fall chasing after Eddie, nothing that rest and a good tensor bandage wouldn’t help with though.

They really counted themselves lucky all things considered.

With the quakes and the gigantic fissures that opened up all over town, swallowing homes and businesses alike, the people that made it out were lucky to have escaped with their lives. 

All totaled, twenty-two people died in the wreckage, in the fires that had spread from the snapped power lines, or from the energy radiating out from the cracks in the earth. Jason Carver was one who had succumbed to such a fate.

Max was alive, though in a coma and on a ventilator, the doctors prognosis at the hospital was hopeful. She would recover from the coma, if the level of brain activity continued on its steady upward climb. With physical therapy they believed she would be capable of walking without the use of crutches, but the damage to her eyes was too far gone to be helped, Max would never see again. 

Steve tries to visit every day, between getting updates on both Max and Eddie, chauffeuring Robin and the kids to and from school and the hospital, he’s beginning to run on fumes. 

The Family Video is gone, swallowed up by the shifting ground, not that it’s a huge loss. There’ll be other mediocre minimum wage jobs for ex-jocks that didn’t get into college, right? 

All of the kids have stopped by a few times, Lucas and El spend most of their visits with Max in her room but they’ve both dropped in to see Eddie. Mike pointedly ignores Steve each time he visits with Will, glaring at him and asking what he’s even still doing in Eddie's room.

It’s a fair question, one Steve isn’t even sure he knows the answer to.

Robin visits after school twice a week, final exams are coming up in a few months despite half of the school lying in ruins; temporary portables have been set up for classes to continue running till the end of the school year. 

All of the Buyers are back in Hawkins, though whether it's temporary or not hasn’t been determined. With Hopper back on American soil, there is some question of his position as the former Chief of Police, if there is a chance he could return to the force or if retiring to California would be for the best. Nancy seems pleased at any rate, her visits with Jonathan are short but she always takes Eddie’s hand and gives it a small squeeze before she leaves, tucked into Jonathan’s side.

Out of everyone, Dustin is the only kid to refuse to leave the room despite multiple nurses and his own mother insisting the teen do so several times. Steve manages to coax him out to the cafeteria once or twice, offering to buy him lunch, while Eddie sleeps. It’s sweet but worrying, the kid is definitely risking a visit from the cops for truancy at this rate. 

Dustin snuffles in his sleep beside Steve, drawing him back to the real world with a start, the kid's legs are tucked up against his chest as he scrunches further into the chair. It doesn’t look comfortable by any means but Dustin is sound asleep. 

Steve reaches out and gently shakes Dustin, it’s nearly 7:00PM, almost the end of visiting hours. 

“Come on, Henderson, I don’t want to risk getting yelled at again, get up spaz,” he grumbles as Dustin burrows into the chair even further. 

“You’re one to talk, asshole,” Dustin yawns as he slowly disentangles himself from the plastic armrests. Steve rolls his eyes and stifles his own yawn, god what he’d give for a decent night's rest. 

“The stitches are looking very good Mr. Munson”. 

Steve pirks up at the satisfied note in the doctor's voice; they've withdrawn to the hallway chairs, despite Dustin’s obnoxious complaining, to give Wayne and Eddie privacy while they meet with the doctor. Dustin begins fidgeting next to him, worrying a hole in the sleeve of his sweatshirt. Steve reaches over to wrap his own hand around the kid’s twitching fingers, he gives them a light squeeze before taking his hand back. 

“Think he’ll get to come home today?” Dustin asks softly, his gaze trained on the door to the room. 

Steve shrugs, “we’ll have to see, it depends,” he mumbles, eyes trained on Dustin’s face. There is a telltale pinkness to his nose and a slight sheen to his eyes that plants a lump in Steve’s own throat. He reaches over and tugs the cap of Dustin’s hat down over his eyes, startling a laugh out of the kid.

“Don’t sweat it man, you’ll have your Dim back soon enough,” Steve says with a small smile, 

“My what?” Dustin laughs, turning towards Steve, his expression incredulous. 

Steve falters slightly, he’s sure he’s read the title before in the scribbler Dustin’s left in his car, notes referencing Eddie and his story, “your Dim? You know, the guy that runs your wizard game? The character story thing, right?”

“The D.M?” Dustin giggles loudly, an entirely too pleased smile breaks over his face, “short for Dungeon Master?”

“Oh…”

“God Steve, you’re lucky you’re pretty,” Dustin scoffs and shakes his head.

Steve scowls and folds his arms across his chest, sinking further down into the seat until his head connects with the wall

“He sure is,” a tired voice from the door says, jolting both Steve and Dustin from their seats in the hall. Eddie grins at them from the wheelchair he’s seated in, his uncle stands behind him with his hands braced over the handles at the top of the chair. The tired grey cast to the man's face that had been there since Eddie had been admitted still stains the bags underneath Wayne’s brown eyes, but there’s a hint of a smile now pulling at his thin lips. 

“Eddie!” Dustin crows, flinging himself across the hall towards the chair, Eddie laughs as two nurses scold them for the noise and potential jostling of their patient.

Steve stands up but doesn’t move, he stuffs his hands in his pockets to hide the light tremor running through them, it’s the first time he’s seen Eddie outside of the bed in three weeks.

There’s a healing cut across his chin and neck, one that matches Steve’s perfectly from the Demobat’s tail. Older bruises, now yellow and green, litter the pale skin of his arms. He’s wearing a loose-fitting band-tee, something old but clean his uncle brought for him. 

The clothes Eddie had been brought in with were completely shredded from the multiple bite wounds, even if the doctors had not needed to cut away the material to access the lacerations there was no saving them.

“You get to leave?” Dustin asks softly, as though he could scare away the answer he wants with his voice. 

“Tomorrow,” Wayne says, gently clapping his hands over Eddie’s shoulders, “Doc cleared him just now but we won’t be leaving till tomorrow morning”.

Dustin objects, loudly, “that’s bullshit, why can’t he come home now? We can help you get him home, right Steve?”

Steve stiffens and opens his mouth to respond but Wayne beats him to it.

“Look kid, I have to get a few things ready for my nephew anyway so tomorrow’s best”. Wayne says calmly, he meets Dustin’s disappointed stare unflinchingly and simply smiles, “you could always come by tomorrow to welcome him back home?”

Eddie laughs before wincing and wrapping an arm around his chest, Steve had managed to break two ribs while dragging Eddie back to the land of the living, something the doctors had assured him was fairly common the night they had arrived at the Emergency Room. 

He’s not sure if Eddie’s even aware that Steve is the reason behind his broken ribs, and he’s not sure he wants him to be. 

“Visiting hours are almost over, gentlemen,” a nurse says softly as she makes her way past the group, Steve nods silently and ignores the appreciative look the woman gives him. He can feel her eyes scan him from tip to tail but he continues to stare off into the distance. 

“You boys best get yourselves home now,” Wayne says as he shifts his stance slightly, readying himself to pull Eddie and the chair back into his room for one last night, “we’ll see you tomorrow”.

“Henderson,” Eddie says imperiously, waggling his eyebrows as he points at Dustin, “get a good nights sleep, I have had nothing to do in here other than plan out new ways to absolutely torture you guys so be ready for a brand new, absolutely face-melting campaign man!” 

Dustin crows with laughter and jumps up, pumping his fists into the air, “Hell yes Eddie! I’ll tell the others, we’ll be ready!” 

The teen turns to Steve and snatches his wrist before turning back to Eddie and his uncle, “Night guys! We’ll see you tomorrow!” 

Dustin continues past Steve, dragging him by the arm as he goes. Steve hazards a quick wave at the pair in the hallways, before turning away.

He misses the small smile Eddie gives him, a hint of dimples come to life as Eddie lifts his own hand to return the wave before Wayne squeezes his shoulders and wheels him back into the hospital room. 

***

A mist sweeps through the grass and over the path to the Buyers house, he can hear flower faced dogs prowling in the dark, terrible cries rip through the still night air as Steve walks down the path towards the tall figure exiting a vehicle.

Billy slams the car door, tilting his head until an audible crack reaches Steve's ears. 

"That you Harrington?" He calls out, reaching into his jeans for a crumpled cigarette pack. 

Steve breathes out slowly as he approaches, his stance is open, arms loose as his side despite the tension across his shoulders.

"Yeah it's me, don't cream your pants Hargrove, what are you doing here?"

Billy grins, teeth shine in the moonlight as he puts the cigarette between his lips, "What, a guy can't pay a visit to the resident King? Pretty boy too good for his title now?"

Steve grimaces sharply, he hates that name. 

Billy laughs and pulls out a lighter from his pocket to ignite the cigarette. He takes a long drag and breathes out, letting the smoke pour from his nose and mouth in a steady billowing stream. His movements seem clumsy almost, jerky and stiff as though his joints won't let him move to the fullest extent.

"What?" Billy drawls with a sneer, "King Steve, arrogant rich boy suddenly cares? Suddenly wants to slum it with the freaks?"

Steve swallows and shakes his head, "don't call me that, I'm not like that anymore--" 

"Aren't you?" Billy hisses, his face suddenly inches from Steve's own, up close the fetid stench of decay invades Steve's nose, small movements underneath Billy's skin catches Steve's eye. The bulging puffy skin twitches and bubbles as sometimes slithers underneath. The once blue green eyes have turned grey and flat like tarnished coins.

Steve rears back as this creature wearing Billy lunges at him, claws dragging through the space his head had been mere seconds ago. He stumbles backwards to the ground, the rough gravel sinks into the flesh of his arms as he catches himself.

A door behind him opens just enough to creak and catch the not-Billy's attention, the creature tilts its head and grins before its dull grey eyes turn back towards him.

"Too slow King Steve, can't save them all," Billy cackles before his face splits into five jagged pieces, flipping outwards to reveal row upon bloody row of teeth, blood and spittle flies towards him as the demogorgon leaps over Steve towards the door. Screams echo and reverberate around Steve as he slams his eyes shut and rolls onto the floor of his bedroom.

Steve gulps in terrified breaths as he tries to calm the racing of his heart, his shoulders quake and shiver as adrenaline courses through him.

It wasn't real, it wasn't real, they are gone, all of it is gone, the kids are safe.

He wipes a shaking hand over his face and lifts himself back up from the floor to his mattress, Steve turns his face to the alarm clock beside his bed, 4:49AM.

Steve sighs but it catches wetly in his throat, just for a moment. He shakes his head and roughly grinds the heels of his hands into his eyes, swiping any lingering fear and wild grief from his face.

He lays back against the pillows, not bothering to raise the quilt back over himself.

His gaze fixes on the ceiling, watching the blue light become spun with gold and pink as the sun eventually makes its way up over the horizon.

Eddie is getting out today. 

The thought spins around Steve’s brain as he readies himself for the day, repeating over and over as the clock hands on his bathroom wall tick closer and closer to 8:00AM. He only has a few more minutes until he absolutely needs to leave. Robin will kill him if she’s late again because he was, ‘futzing around the bathroom like a primadonna’.

Steve sighs and runs his hand through his still wet hair, his eyes travel to the products on the bathroom counter. His supplies are running low, although if he’s being honest with himself, everything is running low in the house. 

He scowls at his misty reflection, brown eyes trailing over the damp hair fresh from the shower. They linger on his drawn pallid face and ever purple bags under his eyes. Steve runs a hand over his face and through his wet hair and breathes out a long yawn.

The clock, noticing his hesitance, ticks loudly from the wall, 7:56AM.

“Fuck it,” he grounds out with an air of finality, flicking off the light and tossing on an old Hawkins high shirt from the floor. 

His racing footsteps echo around the empty house as he bounds from his room and down the stairs, wincing at the sound. While there wasn’t anyone else home to scold him for the noise, that didn’t stop him from slowing down as he made his way to the landing, shrugging his grey bomber jacket on and patting the side pocket to check for his keys. 

By some miracle he’s out the door and in the car by 8:00AM, the engine kicks once, twice before eventually growling to life. 

“Of course,” Steve mutters to the little glowing yellow symbols on his dashboard and the new angry red triangle in the center. He snaps the heels of his hands into the steering wheel hard enough to bruise before dropping his forehead to the top of the wheel. 

“One thing at a time,” he breathes out as he maneuvers the gearshift out of park and slowly reverses out onto the street behind him. The gas tank wasn’t completely empty and the engine did start. It was fine. 

He reaches up to switch on the radio and volume button, letting the music slowly fill the car up. It was all fine.

And I'll drink and dance with one hand free

Let the world back into me and on I'll be a sight to see

Back in the high life again

Totally fine. 

Robin is waiting for him outside of her house when he pulls up. She races over to the car, not bothering to wait for him to come to a complete stop before she is wrenching the door open.

“Do you know what time it is?” Robin growls as she slides into the passenger seat, tossing her bag into the backseat and wrestling the seatbelt across her sternum, “I swear to god Steve-”

“I know, I know--”

“No, I don’t think you do!” Robin barks over him as she turns to face him. Steve pointedly keeps his eyes on the road ahead while his grip tightens on the steering wheel. Robin scowls and firmly pushes the radio power button. The dulcet tones of Steve Winwood abruptly disappear, leaving them in a tense silence.

“What happens if I miss this test Steve?”

“You’re not gonna miss--”

“What happens if I’m late to Gordon’s class? You know as well as I do, that prick locks his door as soon as the bell goes and if you aren't in the room?”

“Then you aren’t in the class, I know, I know,” Steve mumbles tiredly, he lifts a hand to his face and roughly swipes it over his mouth, “we’ll be there in like five, it’s just you today, no kids”

Robin pauses, her head cocks to the side, “where are the gremlins today?”

“Eddie gets out today, they all managed to beg their way into being there to welcome him home”

Robin is quiet for a moment, though she’s still staring at him.

“And what are you doing? Besides not styling the hair?” 

Steve sighs loudly, gripping the steering wheel hard enough to paint his knuckles white, “driving you to school Buckley,” he manages tightly.

“EHHH! Wrong answer, try again?”

“Just drop it Robin,” Steve sighs as they pull onto the main strip, people mill about down the road, walking into shops that remained open despite the construction and rebuilding efforts. One nice thing about the near apocalypse, it certainly gave people a common goal and purpose. 

“Noooope," Robin says, drawing his attention back towards the road, "I don’t think so doofus, what are you doing? Don’t tell me you’re not going?”

Steve is quiet for a moment, “Why would he want me there?”

Robin stares at him, he can feel her blue eyes boring into the side of his face before she shakes her head with a sigh, “You really are an idiot sometimes Steve".

Steve bristles at the comment, “An idiot who is driving you to school every day,” he mutters mostly to himself.

“A very lovely idiot,” Robin croons as he pulls up to the highschool, she pauses as she unbuckles her seatbelt and grabs her bag from the back seat, “you should go see how they’re doing, what do you have to lose?”

“Thought you were going to be late,” he mumbles, still not looking at her. 

She sighs, “Fine, I have band practice today with Vickie, she’s going to give me a ride home, don’t wait up”

“Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do,”

“That is way too small a list Harrington,” she calls over her shoulder as the first bell rings, she waves once and disappears through the large front doors. 

Steve breathes in deeply through his nose and releases it slowly through his mouth, his head lolls back to hit the head-rest. He pats the dashboard twice whispering, “okay baby, lets get out of here, don’t quit on me now”. 

Steve turns the key, the engine turns and turns with a groan, “Come ON, please,” Steve whispers as he turns the key again. The engine groans and sputters but does not turn over.

“Fuck!” He cries, slamming his hands into the steering wheel again, “fuck, fuck!” 

Steve’s chest heaves as he tries to unbuckle the seatbelt, his shaking fingers fumble with the button. He suppresses the urge to scream as he finally rips the belt away and roughly jerks the door handle, shouldering it open. Steve reaches down to flick the hood latch under the dashboard and swiftly walks over to the front of his car to lift the hood and take a look inside, cursing and muttering as he scans the engine block. He’s not even certain what he should be looking for, it’s not as though his dad had ever gone over this sort of thing with him.

There’s nothing smoking, that's a start, he thinks bitterly to himself with a scowl.

Steve looks around the parking lot, there are no lingering students or faculty wandering around, his heart rate ticks up as he whirls around, head swivelling too and fro. There had to be someone?

“Come on,” he groans through his teeth. Steve breathes in once again through his nose and slowly out through his mouth - though it’s decidedly more laboured now. 

Steve drops the hood, letting it fall closed with a satisfying slam of metal against metal. He stalks back over to the open driver's side and slumps into the seat before closing his door. 

What the hell is he going to do now?

A sudden crackle of radio static startles a small yelp out of Steve, his eyes scan the car, searching for the source.

“Steve!” A metallic voice barks out, the sound coming from inside of the glovebox, “come in Steve, over!”

He reaches for the glove box latch and pulls out the large walkie talkie Dustin had given him. 

‘For Emergencies,’ Dustin told him sagely the day he had brought it over. 

“Steve! Come in Steve Harrington, over!”

Steve sighs and pushes down the talk button, “Don’t get your panties in a knot Henderson, I’m here, over”.

There is a cacophony of staticky voices that take over the walkie for a moment, the device wines sharply in his ears making him wince as he jerks the radio away from his face.

“One at a time assholes,” Steve groans, “or I’m tossing this thing out the window” he punctuates the thought by tapping the antenna against the glass of his window. He grins at the chorus of yells on the other side.

“Steve!” Dustin’s voice chirps over the others, “Eddie is out of the hospital!”

Steve holds in a groan and sweeps his hand through his hair. Its mostly dry at this point though it in no way has the same volume as it does normally. He ruffles his waves again, sweeping them away from his face. 

“I know Dustin, I was with you yesterday--”

“Exactly dude,” Dustin laughs over the walkie, “so get your ass over here!”

“Has anyone ever told you about your tone kid?” Steve sighs roughly, tapping his fingers against the cold steering wheel, “I can’t come today”.

“Why?”

Steve wracks his brain for something, anything to say - lord knows he isn’t the quickest on his feet when it comes to lying and Dustin is anything but stupid. 

“I got a flat,” he blurts out eventually, “yeah, must have hit a nail or something this morning,” 

“It’s nothing I can’t deal with but I can’t exactly come meet you goblins, not today anyway.” 

“Wait, are you still at the school?” 

“Drop it Dusty-Bun, I’m good”

“But--” 

“Say hey to Munson for me, Steve Over and Out.”

Steve isn't sure how long he sits in the car with his hands at ten and two while his forehead rests at twelve. The schoolyard is deserted though and there hasn't been a car down their road in awhile.

How on earth is he going to deal with the car. He could barely afford to continue buying groceries, let alone gas, and now the car is out of commission.

A tightness begins to grow in Steve’s chest, he should have had enough money to last him the next couple of months until he could find another job. 

But, his savings are beginning to dwindle, and the pocket money he had been bringing in from watching baby Holly, the youngest Wheeler, is not cutting it. He thinks back to the lunches he had bought for Dustin, in an attempt to coax him out of Eddie’s room at the hospital, but shakes his head - it's different if it's for the kids.

His parents had left months ago, some new business venture in Chicago that had required his dad on site to facilitate the start up, but two months had turned to four and four had turned to eight so quickly, Steve hadn’t even realised how long it had been. 

They had called earlier in the week to let him know the house was on the Market.

In the words of his mother, ‘Steven honey, there really isn’t anything keeping us in Hawkins so we’re selling the house’.

There wasn’t a sign up in the yard yet, but a realtor would be coming around sometime this week to see the property. It was Steve’s job to maintain it and ensure no squatters ended up inside their precious home while his parents were gone, something he was certainly used to more and more over the years.

His mother had mentioned something about the keys for the realtor but she had rattled off so much information, so quickly while Steve had sat there panicking he could hardly remember.

‘There are wonderful schools in the city Steven,’ she said while her son struggled to breathe on the line, ‘you could always try again?’

He hadn’t had anything to say to that, letting the conversation dwindle to nothing before his mother eventually said a soft goodbye and hung up the phone. 

How long did it take for houses to sell? 

The Harrington residence, being so far from the center of town was one of several other homes that was untouched from the fires and fissures that had opened up throughout Hawkins, would some other family purchase it? 

Where would that leave him? 

A sharp rapping on his window startles Steve, his body jerks away from the source of the noise causing his hand to bump the horn. 

“Shit,” Steve breathes out as he turns to his driver's side window only to see the face of Wayne Munson staring back at him. 

Steve fumbles with the door handle and steps out of the vehicle, Wayne’s pick up truck is parked just ahead of him, Steve isn’t sure how he didn’t even notice the man pull up. 

“Car trouble kid?” 

“Yeah, how did you--”

“Those boys aren’t quiet or subtle with their little radio, Eddie said you were in some kind of trouble?”

“I-its nothing really, just a flat, I told Dustin that…”

Wayne says nothing for a moment, his eyes scanning Steve’s face in the same way Eddies had just a few weeks ago, “look Harrington, I might not know much about a fancy car like this, but I can at least tow you to a garage down the road, I got the hitch all set up--”

“No, no that's okay, I um,” Steve panics, he can’t afford to deal with the car today, he tries to come up with a lie that sounds believable, “my dad has a guy that can look at it, really I’m okay”.

Wayne snorts and drags his arms up across his torso, “that right?” 

Steve nods, 

“I can take her back to your house then hmm, so your uh,” Wayne raises an eyebrow, “dad's friend can take a look for you?”

“It's really okay, I’ll figure it out, I--”

“Kid, just take the help okay? I’m not going to head back to the house until I can vouch for those boys that you’re okay”.

Steve feels his face heat from the tips of his ears and down over his neck. Shame curls over his shoulders as Wayne turns away to grab the equipment from the truck bed to hook up the beemer. 

Steve mumbles out a quiet thank you and follows Wayne to help.

“Then a left onto Loch Nora,” Steve says to Wayne as the truck meanders up the road, taking the familiar route to his parents home. 

Wayne hums in acknowledgement as he signals and turns down their street, he whistles sharply as he watches the homes go by, “Fancy car, fancy neighbourhood".

Steve flushes once again, “Um, yeah I guess”.

Not that he’ll be living here much longer.

“Which number is it?” Wayne asks, scanning the number plates on each side of the street

“Sorry, uh 409” Steve points to the right hand side, “um we can leave it on the street if thats okay?”

But Wayne isn’t listening, his eyes have narrowed at something ahead of them. 

“You moving Harrington?”

Steve whirls around to where Wayne is looking, the realtor is there, nailing a sign into the grass, the rubber mallet makes a muffled thwok sound as it connects with the post again and again, driving it deeper into the lawn. 

Steve tries to school his features, but the effect is lost with his wide brown eyes and downturned lips. This was not supposed to happen today.  

Wayne is watching him from the driver's seat with the same narrowed stare, he hums again before pulling up to the house. He leans back with an arm around the passenger seat as he backs into the space in front of the house. 

Steve is practically vibrating in his seat, just waiting for the opportunity to thank the man and bolt into the house,

“You know, Harrington is a well known name around here kid,” Wayne says softly. He shifts into park and turns off the ignition before turning towards Steve. 

“Yeah, I know, my parents are…important people,” Steve begins but trails off as Wayne waves his hand.

“Sure maybe,” Wayne says, “but that's not why”.

“Why then?”

“People talk kid, word travels farther than most people intend, or hope. Your folks are gone a lot hmm?”

Steve tries to school his features once more and bites his lip to stop the words from tumbling out.

Wayne waves his hand again with a sigh, “It's not really my business, but, if you do need anything you can call us anytime Harrington.”

“Why?” Steve mumbles after a beat, ‘there is always a catch Steven,’ his father would say, ‘people will always line up to take advantage of folks like us, you can’t let them get one over on you’.

“You saved my boy,” Wayne says as he stares straight ahead at the street in front of them, Steve freezes for a moment, not daring to breathe. 

“They told me someone had performed CPR on him, that's what broke his ribs.” Wayne shifts back and turns his head towards Steve once more, his brown eyes trail over Steve’s face and Waynes expression flickers for a moment, “you’re a good kid Harrington. I don’t need another reason”.

Steve swallows around a sudden lump in his throat, he looks away swiftly

“Thank you, Mr. Munson,” Steve mumbles

“Call me Wayne, kid,” the elder Munson huffs as he opens the driver’s side door, “freaks me out when people call me Mr.” 

It’s such an Eddie thing to say that it startles a sudden laugh out of Steve, he can see Wayne grin from outside the truck as he opens his own door to jump out.

Steve helps Wayne unhook the front of his beemer from the tow hitch on the back of his truck, Wayne patiently explains everything he’s doing when Steve asks and names each piece of equipment for him, it’s nice, not something his dad had ever gone over with him. 

Not that Robert Harrington would have had even an ounce of the seemingly unending patience that Wayne Munson possessed. 

“Thank you again Wayne, I do really appreciate it-”

“You keep thanking me like that and I’ll end up with a swelled head kid,” Wayne huffs, his eyes flick over Steve’s face before his grin falters for a moment, “you sure you don’t want to come back to ours?”

Steve shakes his head, he’s determined to hold Wayne's gaze this time but after a beat he drops his eyes to the lawn, “Uh, Wayne?”

Wayne wipes the grease from the hitch on a grubby chequered cloth from his back pocket before stuffing back into the same pocket, never looking away from Steve, he raises an eyebrow expectantly.

“Could you, could you not tell Eddie, about the CPR thing?”

Wayne’s eyebrow drops into a confused frown as he tilts his head, he opens his mouth but stops short, clearly considering his words carefully.

A bubble of anxiety worms its way through Steve’s chest as the words just seem to slip out before he can stop them, “its just, I don’t want to make him uncomfortable, I’m already not really his favourite person in the world and it just feels like I crossed a line - and I know thats really stupid to say considering, but--”

“Relax kid, relax,” Wayne says, raising his hands, he blows out a long sigh and steps towards Steve, close enough to clap a large rough hand over his shoulder. The firm weight is comforting, and not unwelcome, but at the same time, too much. 

The lump that had lodged itself firmly in Steve’s throat triples in size, he blinks rapidly against the sharp sting that begins to build and bites down on his lip. What the hell is happening, he’s not even that upset?

Wayne coughs and releases Steve’s shoulder before stepping back, “Like I said Harrington, if you need anything, you holler”.

Wayne nods one last time before grabbing his door handle and lifting himself into the truck.

Steve waves and watches the vehicle slowly climb up the road before disappearing out of sight around the corner. 

Steve lets out a long slow breath and scrubs his face with shaky hands before turning towards the Realtor walking towards her car. 

If he’s going to be homeless, he may as well find out how long he has to prepare. 

As the morning light fades to the afternoon and the sun slowly sinks across the sky into the horizon, Steve busies himself by tidying around the Harrington home. He moves the decorative pillows around the living room, rearranges the books in the small study on the main floor, and throws the sheet sets from his bedroom into the wash.

If he keeps moving, keeps his hands busy and his mind quiet, maybe he can pretend today never happened.

The Realtor, Pamela Hawthorn, Harner? It was something like that, she was a warm bubbly woman who swore up and down that their home would be sure to fetch a great price. He had smiled, a brittle wane thing that stretched across his face, while she spoke at a mile a minute - raving about the upgraded kitchen and warm oak Parkay flooring. Pam, ‘you can call me Pam honey’, assured him that she would be calling his parents to keep them apprised of the situation and would give him as much notice as possible when people were coming to see the property. 

Steve lets his thoughts drift and he nearly jumps at the abrupt rapping of knuckles on the sliding glass door behind him, he does end up throwing the plastic colander at the door in his panic and yells out a string of curses that would put Robin’s vocabulary to shame. Who the hell is in his backyard at 8:00 at night?

The sun set over an hour ago and the eerie stillness of his pitch dark backyard never ceases to make Steve uneasy ever since Barbara Holland disappeared all those years ago. However, the mystery visitor isn’t even attempting to hide in the shadows of the ravine that the Harrington House backs onto. 

Eddie stands on the concrete patio, grinning like a madman while waving at Steve through the glass.  

Steve drops the chef's knife he’s holding in a white knuckle grip down on the counter, unaware he had even picked it up, it clangs against the stone surface. He breathes in deeply through his nose and releases it slowly through his mouth for what feels like the hundredth time that day. 

He steps towards the door and flips the lock before sliding it open an inch or two, “can I help you Munson?”

Eddie grins widely and steps towards the open door, he slides the toe of his ratty chucks forward into the crack between the edge of the door and the wall, “what, an old friend can’t drop by to visit his favourite monarch?”

Steve grimaces and grips the door handle tighter, “It's late, why are you here?”

Despite the tone in Steve’s voice, the grin doesn’t fade from Eddie’s face, if anything it widens further, “I was in the neighbourhood, might be in the market for a new home with everything going on, thought I’d come for a tour - killer schools in this area ya know?”

Steve curses under his breath before moving the door open further and stepping aside to let the other man in,“you didn’t say anything to the kids right?”

“I didn’t know there was anything to say to them Harrington, just what my uncle told me. Said you were pretty tight lipped about the whole thing,” Eddie reaches up to and grabs a fist full of his own curls, he pauses for a second before quickly dropping the locks, “he also said you might need a friend to talk to?”

Steve rolls his eyes, and crosses his arms in front of his chest, “Right, so why are you here?” 

Eddie’s thousand watt smile dims a fraction, he leans back from the window but his foot remains in the door, “Touche, Harrington - though I kinda figured after we made it out of Mordor together, I’d have met the qualifications, but hey,” he holds up his hands, “I can go?”

Steve leans against the door and taps a rhythm against his arms, he meets Eddie’s grin with a scowl. Eddie puts his hands in his pockets and dips back on the heels of his feet before rocking forward onto his toes.

“Fine, just close the door and lock it,” Steve grumbles before bending down to pick up the discarded colander. 

Eddie removes his hands from his pockets and pumps his fists in the air, the wide dimpled grin is back, not that Steve’s noticed - not at all. He flips the lock up and moves to step further into the kitchen.

“Munson, can you draw the blinds?” 

Eddie pauses, eyebrows raised, “One would think you’d buy me dinner first before you got me alone and drew the shades?” he tucks his wild curls behind each ear before he pulls the cord, letting the vertical blinds cascade towards him. The weights at the bottoms of each fabric panel clack against each other as they swing back to their neutral state. 

Steve rolls his eyes, ignoring the molten heat that spreads over his ears and dusts his cheeks as he moves towards the sink. He rinses the colander before grabbing the steaming pot from the stove and draining the pasta that had been simmering on the burner. 

“Oh Harrington, you did buy me dinner!” Eddie says from behind his shoulder, he’s close - practically on top of him- startling Steve into nearly dropping the steaming macaroni into the sink.

Steve huffs, “Yeah right, you caught me at my most romantic Munson, Stove top Mac and Cheese”.

Eddie laughs as he leans back against the counter tilted towards Steve, his hands are braced against the counter ledge as though Eddie is moments from pushing himself up to sit on top. 

He regards Steve silently for a moment before theatrically clearing his throat, “So what's with the backyard? I thought I was touring a nice, safe neighbourhood?” 

Steve swallows, Barb's mottled grey face swims across his vision, “People disappear from backyards all the time Munson, can’t be too careful now”.

He looks up, catching Eddie staring, his forehead creased into a frown. Steve shakes himself and grabs the discarded chef's knife from the counter, the handle slides through his wet fingers - he grapples with the utensil for a split moment before his mothers voice rings sharply through his mind, ‘Never catch a falling Knife!’

“Shit,” Steve hisses as the silver blade slides across the inside of his right palm, it clatters to the floor and spins off into the baseboard, Eddie jumps away from the skittering utensil - nearly leaping up onto the counter behind him. 

“Shit,” Steve chokes out again, putting pressure on the cut with his other hand, he brings the wounded appendage close to his body, cradling his hand to his chest. 

"Woah Harrington, you good?" Eddie says as he jumps down from the counter and steps towards Steve, he's stopped short though, as though he isn't sure how to approach.

Steve nods and flips the sink tap on and bends down to collect the dish soap from the cupboard below the sink. He pours a bit of soap directly on to the cut and harshly scrubs before placing his hand below the stream of water, he nods finally registering Eddie's question.

"Sorry, yeah, fine, I was a clumsy kid so I can deal with cuts no problem, took a first-aid course a few years ago too since old habits die hard," Steve says softly before reaching for a hand towel from the stove handle, he presses the fabric into to clean wound, cursing himself slightly for the admission about the course. 

Eddie hums as he leans over but doesn't touch him, "I don't think I believe you were ever clumsy, weren't you on the basketball team?"

"And swim team, and track, and a bit of baseball when I was younger" Steve says eventually, "My parents thought it might help with it if I went into sports".   

Eddie nods, waiting for him to continue but the words, this conversation -he's never had with anyone. 

And isn't that terrifying.

"Which it did eventually," he mutters, fingers picking at a frayed end of his sweatshirt sleeve, "but it honestly just created more opportunities for me to get hurt."

"They wanted a tough kid," Steve says with a small shrug, he keeps his eyes trained on his hand, not daring to look up and meet Eddie's soft brown gaze, "someone strong."

"And what? You're not tough Harrington? King Steve that took down an interdimensional being and dragged me out of hell?"

No, was what Steve wanted to say, strong people didn't get their asses handed to them multiple times a year. Strong people didn't let nightmares consume their life. Strong people didn't feel like they were about to fly apart at any moment. 

Instead he shrugs and walks closer to the stove to reach the cabinets above the hood vent

He pulls out a old box of bandaids and a small bottle of peroxide his mother always kept there for disinfectant and unscrews the cap.

Steve pours a small amount onto his palm and watches the liquid fizz and bubble as it stings and burns against the wound. He shakes his hand out and grabs a bandaid from the package before startling against two hands that reach out for his own.

"Let me, I also know a thing or two about patching wounds," Eddie says with a half smile, "sort of comes with the territory of being the town Freak right?"

Steve bristles slightly causing Eddie to stop and pause, Steve panics,

"No I wasn't, I was just, you shouldn't say that shit about yourself man," 

"Why not? It's true," Eddie says with a shrug as he fiddles with the paper wrapped around the band-aid, he flicks it with a satisfying snap.

"The kids don't think so," Steve insists with a shake of his head as Eddie looks up to meet his gaze,"Robin and Nance don't think so, not after everything we've been through, and fuck anyone else that can't see that shit, they weren't there."

Eddie blinks, his mouth opens slightly before slipping into a soft grin, the world seems to narrow into a single point, Eddie's soft brown eyes that crinkle at the corners.

"And what about you? What does ol' King Steve think?" Eddie says softly as he gestures for Steve to give him his wounded hand.

Steve stills as warm fingers take his hand and remove the dish towel, it sticks to the tacky blood on his palm, he winces at the slight pull, "I really hate that name man," he mumbles.

Eddie hums and nods as he peels the paper wrapper away, crumpling it as he goes. 

"Well what do you prefer? I guess you're right, you're way too much of a Fighter to be a King, what about Sir Steve? Defeater of Demobats!" 

Steve laughs, the feeling of hands on his own, so gentle and warm, but broad, with long fingers smoothing the fabric of the bandaid into his aching palm, it's distracting.

"I think just Steve works,"

Eddie frowns and pulls back his hands after giving Steve's own a small squeeze.

"I'll find something, don't you worry."

Steve shakes his head to dislodge the wave of longing that courses through him, "Why are you being so nice?"

"I'm always nice,” Eddie declares, with a crooked grin, he slaps a heavy ringed hand against his own chest, “How dare you slander the great Munson name in such a way!"

Steve, with his now free hands, crosses his arms once more and leans against the counter with a smirk. 

Eddie sighs, "okay fine, you caught me. The kids were worried and then Wayne made a comment that made me a little worried and I know I don't know you very well but I just thought…"

"What?" Steve says, his throat dry. 

Eddie blinks slowly and shifts, leaning slightly into Steve's space, his eyes crinkle in the corners once again as he smiles softly, it's not an expression Steve has ever seen on Eddie's face before, "Who takes care of you?"

"What are you talking about? I take care of myself," Steve’s heart rate climbs as a sickly feeling washes over the back of his spine and into his limbs, this was heading into dangerous territory.

He'd let it slip to Nancy once, one comment about a month before their breakup that made Steve's heart race and his skin itch to think about.

"So," Nancy says one afternoon, they're sitting at the picnic tables just outside of the baseball diamond by Hawkins High. A light breeze tangles its fingers in her curly brown hair and Steve almost misses the question at first, "have you told your parents about us?"

"Hmm?" He says as he tangles his fingers in hers, taking her smaller hand into his own. 

"Have you told your parents about us?" She asks again, he frowns at the question and wrinkles his nose as Nancy stares at the table avoiding his gaze.

"Yeah of course, they know all about you," he says with a small laugh, they've been together nearly a year, how could they not know?

Nancy's shoulders drop slightly and her face loses the pinched expression she'd been wearing but her eyes remain on the table.

She's hesitating, a wave of unease grips Steve somewhere in his chest as she chews her lip and slowly raises her eyes to meet his own.

"Then why haven't I met them?" Nancy nearly whispers, it's such a departure from the confidence she normally exudes, it's awful to see.

"No no no, Nance, it's not like that--"

"Then what am I supposed to think Steve?" Nancy shouts as she rips her hand away from his own, he flinches at the change in volume and the sudden thunderous expression on her thin face.

"It's not like that Nancy, I swear," he whispers, head swivelling around to see if anyone was lingering around the field, his mouth running just ahead of his brain as the words tumble out, "they aren't home enough to have dinner with me, let alone meet you!" 

Nancy's mouth opens once, twice, before closing, Steve can feel a wild heat overtake his ears and cheeks as he slumps in the bench attached to the table. 

She's quiet for a moment but the world seems to narrow down to that single point, Nancy's shocked face as she slowly attempts to school it into something calmer. 

"Do they," she says eventually as she slowly reaches for his hands where they lay on the table. She stops again and shakes her head, "do you want to-"

"No," he cuts in sharply, 

"It's fine Nance, nothing to worry about," 

She looks at him, long and hard, her dark blue eyes glitter in the afternoon sun, there is worry in her eyes but she nods and looks away, changing the subject to her most recent math test. 

Steve breathes easier at that.

"Yeah," Eddie murmurs after a beat, "I know you look after yourself, you look after a lot I think."

That same cold wave of unease he felt with Nancy rises in his chest and grips his throat, not again.

Steve rolls his eyes and pumps his shoulders before pushing himself up to his full height --as though his strings have been pulled taught once more.

"Sure, sure,Munson," he says with the old King-Steve smirk, it still fits like a glove after all this time, "I think you should go though, I have a bunch of stuff I need to do tomorrow so…" 

Eddie stares him down, he raises an eyebrow before sighing eventually and stepping out of Steve's space.

"Okay," Eddie sighs, raising his hands in concession, "I'll head out. I'll tell the kids you're all good but just think about what I said, okay?”

Eddie doesn’t wait for a response before he heads towards the patio door, he reaches for the lock but pauses before spinning dramatically on his heel to face Steve once again, “Oh and one more thing Harrington,” he says with a lopsided grin. 

Steve swallows a groan and crosses his arms over his stomach defensively, “What Munson?”

“Wayne said he’ll still take a look at your car if you need,” a mischievous smile blooms over his dimples and warm brown eyes as he continues, “he said, and I’m quoting here so don’t blame me, ‘tell that Harrington kid to get his head out of his ass and take the help’”.

Part Three Up!

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[law-d-water-trafalgar]

Getting Drunk With The Strawhats

Law X F. Reader

Zoro likes you but your from the heart pirates. Your not girlfriend to Law but maybe if you all get drunk enough with a contest you might be. ;P Maybe a spin the bottle too.

Context: drunk, two men after you, right after Punk Hazard heading to Dressrosa on the Thousand Sunny.

Art by ♡ Ai-sun ♡

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"All right listen up everyone were gonna due due due duel! To see who can drink the most!" You hear Zoro yell for everyone on the Thousand Sunny to hear.

"Well I guess we have enough time to goof off before we get to Dressrosa sure I'm in, I might earn some berries" Nami says nonchalantly with money signs in her eyes. Everyone else agrees as soon as Nami says shes in, including you and Robin. But Law on the other hand your best friend didnt like it.

"Oh come on itll be fun!" You say cheerfully to him.

"Hey your in whether you like it or not, now sit down in the circle" Zoro says as you drag Law to the circle you see a bottle on the ground.

"Whatever shitty swordsman" Law mumbled as Zoro pirked up.

"Hn what was that pretend doctor?" Zoro retorts. Finally the tension is broken by Sanji.

"First everyone drinks three rounds then we play truth or dare or drink, spin the bottle!" Sanji exclaims hoping to see some action with heart eyes. Everyone chugs three rounds now it's time to start the game.

"Since you started this, you go first Zoro"Nami says boldly.

"Fine I will" he spins the bottle as it lands on you, you see him slightly blush as it fades. But three rounds is nothing to you your going for gold.

"Okay Zoro truth, dare, or drink?" Nami asks. He just fills his booze up and downs it.

"Okay next (n) spin the bottle" Nami says. You spin it as it lands on Franky.

"Truth, dare or drink?" You ask Franky.

"Truth"he says as you think then say

"So do you like Robin?" And he just pours himself some booze and chugs it.

"I'm going for gold try and beat me!" You exclaim as Law puts a hand on the bridge of his nose clearly annoyed with you.

"Okay Franky spin the bottle" this goes on as others choose truth like Chopper and others choose dare like Luffy. Until it goes back to Zoro. Its Zoros turn again as he spins the bottle it lands on you again.

"No fair mosshead (n) is so beautiful keep your mits off her" Sanji yells.

"Allright truth, dare or drink" Nami breaks the tension.

"Dare." Zoro smirks.

"I dare you to kiss (n)" Brook says as Zoro blushes and Law looks like hes about to fight him. Zoro scoots up to you then after a second plants a kiss on your cheek. Now Law is glaring at Zoro but trying to hide it by tilting his hat down.

"No fair (n) swannnn" Sanji states.

"Okay (n) your turn" Robin says as you spin the bottle it lands on Law and you blush now.

"Truth, dare or drink?" Robin asks.

"Truth" you say and Robin asks

"Do you have feelings for Law?"

"Robin!" You yell as you fill your cup to the top and chug it down. Law looks a bit saddened but you pay him no mind at the moment almost getting a slight buzz. Theres just no way that your Captain and best friend could possibly like you back. Next round everyone drinks one. Sanji brought out some desserts and you snack on some as the bottle goes round and round. It was Namis turn and it landed on Law.

"Truth, dare, or drink?" Chopper asks.

"Hmm dare" Nami says.

"I dare you to kiss Law Nami" Chopper says with a smile. You gained a blush and small rage inside he was your man. Nami just fills up her booze and chugs away.

'Thats right Nami stay away from my man' you think to yourself. After that round everyone drinks again the other girls are definitely buzzed and Chopper but the rest are going strong.

"I'm on seven try and take me down now!" You cheerfully yell.

"Its your turn now (n)" Brook says as you spin the bottle round and round where it stops you'll its Zoro.

"Truth, dare, or drink (n)-chan" Brook states.

"Dare" you say and you wish you hadn't.

"I dare you to show Zoro your panties hohohohohoho!" Brook says as Zoro spits out his booze.

Law just looks shocked and angry but tries to hide it after all your were just part of his crew not his girlfriend or anything.

"I'll drink to that" you fill your cup up again starting to get buzzed. Zoro spins the bottle only to land on Law.

"Wowz look at you, your popular tonight Captain" you slightly bumps arms with Law laughing.

"Truth, dare or drink" Zoro reluctantly says crossing his arms. Law thinks for a moment.

"Truth" Law states.

"Okay do you have feelings for (n)?" Zoro asks with a smirk.

"I meant dare" Law coughs.

"All right I dare you to kiss (n)" Chopper passed out. Apparently seven was the magic number because Law had a booze blush on his face seeing as he was a doctor he didnt drink at all. He leaned over and kisses you on the lips. Your blush deepens as you feel your soul leave your body in pure happiness.

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Well Into The Night

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The scores are Zoro 10, Law 10, (n) 11, Luffy 10 but he quit to go eat some more, and the girls went to bed, and Franky went to drink some cola. Remaining players Zoro, Law, Brook, (n).

"It lands on you again (n) truth, dare or drink" you hear brook say.

"Dare" you slosh your words around.

"I dare you to sit on Laws lap for the rest of the game hohohoho" Brook says evilly. As you stare at a also sloshed Law hes giving it his all to stay with you in the game.

"Come to me my best friend" as you hop onto his lap his neck by your face your hot breath exhaling onto his neck causing him to shiver. You look over to the remaining players. Zoro doesn't look happy at all but also he looks sloshed. Everyone besides Brook since hes just a skeleton. Hes now in control of three drunkards. As sanji had to retire due to to much alchohol he was currently puking his guts out and probably crying he didnt get to see any action. After another round this was the breaking point. You could feel Law behind you swaying from side to side but refusing to let you go unbeknownst to you. Zoro spins the bottle landing on you.

"Truth, dare, or drink (n)" Brook says controlling the situation now making sure no one vomits.

"I choose truth I havent done that much tonight" you say as Zoro says

"Okay (n) who do you like me , Sanji, or Law?" Zoro states holding his booze better than you now. Being the sloshed you were you let it slip.

"Okay finnnee I'm in love with. Law" you finally say and you turned slightly wrapped your arms around his neck and fell asleep.

"Well that's game and I win" Zoro says angrily chugging two more cups.

"You know she wont remember this in the morning" Zoro states to Law then goes up to the crows nest.

"I won!" Law yells as he lays down with you ontop of him and falls asleep. In the early morning before everyone is awake you awaken from your slumber feeling Laws cloak on top of you as you realize your laying on him.

"Hes so warm" you say quietly as he rustles awake.

"(N) what time is it oh god my head" he says holding his head his hat had fallen off in the middle of the night. You stroke his hair then it hits you from last night.

'Oh my god I confessed to Law my best friend oh no. Maybe if I pretend not to remember hell cut me some slack' you think to yourself.

"(N)...(n) are you listening?" Law asks.

"Hn yes what?" Snapping out of your thoughts.

"I asked do you remember anything from last night?" Luckily for you, you never get hangovers.

"Um I remember a bit" you just left out the vital information.

'Isnt that lieing? I cant lie to my best friend but itll be weird otherwise forever now' you think to your self.

"Um here's your cloak thank you. And I just remembered" placing your head in your hands peeking at Law.

"I confessed last night didnt I?" You say quietly. He nods.

"Oh great this ruins everything I'm sor-" you were cut off by something soft his lips on yours craving yours as yours craved his you wrap your arms around his neck as you deepen the kiss. After awhile you both break for air.

"What you didnt know (n) is that I drank because I'm in love with you too" Law says wrapping his arms around your waist. Whispering in your ear

"Will you please be my girlfriend?" He nibbles on your ear as you blush a deep red. Still sitting on him you turn to face him

"Yes I'd like that Trafalgar" you say as you pull him in for another kiss. As the girls come outside they see you both and close the door behind them squealing.

"Well our secrets out now" Law states as he just hugs you close.

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