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undermattsun-archive · 3 years

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japan national team x reader | w.c 1.3k

a/n: omg guys here’s the super cute epic collab fic i made w all my frieednsies <33 we all worked superrrr hard on this so pls don’t be mean!!!!!!!!! pls enjoy its xoxox and don’t forget to follow everyone here on this kidnapped by hq collab <33333333333

warnings: not proofread bc who does that xD (guys pls free me from this hell i’m in so much pain i didn’t even look at this i skimmed over it i left it as is, gg)

Read this while lsitening to the best song evar!!!!!!!!!!!1 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=a_cXhBy78T4&ab_channel=JonasBrothers if you dont listen whil reading ill eat ur family MONCH MONCH MONCH

i go dwnstars, yelling ‘by mum!’ bfor laceing up my wite convrrse hightops (NOT blck becauz u cant sharpi on it) wth 1d lyrics scribbled on it. i rmb to draw a directioner infinite sign on mywrist. perfect, i think to mysdlf.

I never thot i would get to go to the olympics all the way on the other side of the planet in toky o japan! It was a dream come true for a simple, average, run of the mill girrl like me, who is 5’7 with naturally wavy hair, that’s not curly or strait and eyes as blue as the dark blue part of the ocean.

I been dreaming of the olypoics since fetus. I just knew I had to be here, but I never thought it would actually happen. The only thing that would make it better is if I had a smezxy smexy boyfrwend! (A/n: Tee-hee! Maybe even two! (Or five! <333) haha! Aren’t I so quirky? <3)

I’m Wearing A Mint Green Crop Top That Ties In The Front And Some Denim Shorts With Black Converse. I Don’t Need Makeup Because My Skin Is Naturally Smooth And Clear And My Lips Are Already Red #wokeuplikethis And I Listened Only To MCR And P!ATD On The Plane Ride. I Bet You Dont Know Who They Are, THey’re My Favorite Banxds And Are Super GOod And Like Underground Bands. (A/n: Okay But If You Don’t LIke Welcome TO THe BLack Parade GTFO Of My FIc I Don’t Need YOu Here xoxo)

ok so like,, im on my way to the olympics but then like, i get kidnapped !!! the car i was in was like super expensive and i cant see anything with the blindfold on. i hear voices of men all around me though, for like, a whole 30 minutes before they bring me somewhere and tie me up? "Take Her BLindfold off," one of them say, i hear. and im so nervous. but it's like a dream when they tug my blindfold off and im met with the prettiest emerald orbs ever looking back at me.

my stomach knotted in fear (more like an angry swarm of butterflies fluttering around ) i feel like screaming or squealing or both bc those eyes belong to someone so gorgeous . even more gorgeous than harry styles. hes like a god. i woukd so worship his foot. or something. (squee omg i can’t believe this is happening. i bet you wish that it was you huh?)

bro who tf has emerald orbs green eyes im blanking rn

^ yo i was gonna ask i cannot for the life of me remember who

his #afff14 sppheres peered into my soul i really just felt seen. i took a deep breath before fainting he was just so pretty. *one hours later* i woke upa nd saw the pretty viridescent peepers staring into mine. like he was literally two inches away from my face omg i could feel his minty breath on my lips it smelled so good.

“My name is atsumu miya,” he said gruffly, the gruffness in his voice so gravely. “And me and me mates here think yer the most gorgeous girl weve ever seen. I blink up at him, orbs gleaming amd full of tears.

“What do u mean, i’m just a normal quirky girl?” I say shakely, biting my lip. I bit my lip as the piss blond man spoke.

“You don’t know ur beautiful.” YOUR INSECURE DONT KNOW WHAT FOR YOUR TURNING HEADS WHEN YOU WAlk THROUGH THE DO OO OOOOOR

“U may be a normal quirky girl but ur OUR nroaml quirky girl now” his friend said with a deep voice. It was so deep that i almost thot it was like the ocean, he had curly balck hair and his eye were sooo mysterious (a/n i loooove sakusa i can’t believe him and his friends kindapped me omgggg XD)

“Stop it go away” osamu said (hee hee i can never remmber tell which twin is which LOL i think its osamuuu) “no u have to share” sakusa responded angrily. I starred at them and didn’t know what theyd do next!

I looked over to he side ans see sakura pulling out hand sanitizer passing it around to his teamates. The green orbed boys huff as they put it on. i wished i could see his whole face hes so sedy, look over here pretty girl, i gasp pulled from my thoughts by their captain kita walking into the room with his hands on his hips and was theat aran? “You look even better in peroiusn” aran said to me, walking over to me “how do you know who i am?” i ask.

“listen bbygurl...” he yealls, pulling out a chair to sit acros from me. “you dont get to ask the questions, we are your new masters, and you shall do as we say.” i gulp nervously, my stomach feeling like a sharkndao is happening inside. “we hope u will be worth every penny we payed foru.”

“M-m-m-masters?” my head felt like it was spinning in a teacup from disney land as i thought about what he just said to me. what did this mean? was i gooing to miss the olympics?? I wanted ot hate him with his super smug look on his face but i cant deny that he looks kind of hot and i’m into guys who look just like him,, the other guys r also relly attractive it makes my heart race. I look around trying to find answers when i make eye contact w a really really reall y tall guy who i thinks name is gao only to see another really really relly tall guy next to him,, hyakuzawa?

“what are yo going to do to me then?” ((*lenny face))

you ask, stomach bubbling. maybe i shoudnt have ateen that stale pizza earlier and washed it down with watermelon-lemon minute maid because now i felt like it was gonna come up. ((ew gross um tw vomit mention hehe)

“Dont worry were going to grab seme din din soon lil one,” one of them says. His name espapes me. Hes a ginger. They wont answer me for some reason and i suddenly miss my freedom when i would go to school (i go to an expesive private school for rich kids ahahah).

“WHAT ARE YOU GOING TO DO WITH ME??” i yell again batting my fists against the ginger but he doesnt even blink. Ive decided hes hot but in a short king kinda way. His hair reminded me of of like cheeto coloured fine thread woven into waves.,,, like the ocean xD (ans...this has an ocean theme)

sudenly there was another voice it was yalling “BOKE HINATA BOKER” i looked with my stricking dark blue orbs and there wasd inother pair of stricking dark blueor bs like the ocean and blck hair. his voicde was veryy deelp an sexxcy (a/n lololol i luv u gakeyama kun *w*)

theres suddenly a loud voice in ur ear screaming directly into ur eardrum " BAKA KAGYEAMA BAKA" (wtf our they communicating ???? ? ) i cringe at the yellign and another pair of strong arms bulls me away . i land against a hard, solid chest, i can feel the six pack thru his track Suit.

and then my alarm clock playin what makes u beatyful goes off n i woke up.

amen.

i rub my eyes wakng up, starrn into the mirror at my super borng brwn ugly eyes and brsh my equaly borng brwn hair. i lok up at m wall and see harey stylz and niallr starinf back at me on t walls. i sigh dreamily. they wud twll me my brwn uairs beatufil.

#i'm gonna kermit #my eyes hurt #my brain is dying #where am i #kidnapped by hq #tw wattpad

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jensungf · 4 years

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𝐂𝐀𝐓 𝐆𝐎𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐓𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐔𝐄? ฅ 𝐥.𝐣𝐧

summary: your mother always told you a lot as a child — about how you should always be kind to others, to always watch out for stray kittens in dark allies on your way to school and most importantly, to not judge a book by its cover. you didn’t always listen to her. yet you would have to say your biggest weakness would come in the form of cats. and maybe lee jeno as well.

pairing: shy!reader + badboy!lee jeno genre: high school!au, fluff<3 word count: 1.8k warnings: language, mentions of disease

author’s note: another one of my blurbs that accidentally turned into a really long drabble hehe i hope the anonnie who requested this enjoys! <3 as always constructive criticism is appreciated and you can request after checking my prompt list.

just like every other caring parent, your mom went on and on about what she deemed to be important life lessons during your childhood, and even now — about how you should always be kind to others, to always watch out for stray kittens if you pass by the alley next to the flower garden on your way to school and most importantly, to not judge a book by its cover.

you tried your best to listen to her. you really did. but sometimes, people had weaknesses and besides your more than often bouts of procrastination and incessant affinity for watermelon sour patch candies —

(“if i was your dentist, i’d probably hate and love you,” jisung snickered as you shot him a look of confusion. “‘cause you must have hella cavities but that would mean i could charge you more money! i’m so sm- ow, that hurts (y/n)!” you rolled your eyes after picking up the bag of watermelon sour patches you had thrown at his forehead and ripping it open to pop one in your mouth)

— yet you would have to say your biggest weakness would come in the form of cats. cute, fluffy, insanely adorable stray cats.

although you had your fair share of friends, you preferred to stray away from human interaction (honestly, it was too much of a hassle, you were never really the type to approach people first anyways, your shyness getting the best of you and you preferred it that way), you preferred the company of much smaller, fluffier animals. although your mother always warned you about the dangers stray animals possessed, whether it be how they could carry rabid diseases or put you at risk of bad luck, you stopped hesitating to bring some snacks for the poor, small kittens years ago on your daily walk to school.

you paused as soon as you heard a small mewl followed by some rustling and shuffled your feet forward, peering into the dark alley before you felt something nudge against your leg. you jumped back, but let out a sigh of relief. you crouched down, holding your hand out for the tiny kitten to nuzzle against.

you cooed and reached into your backpack, bringing out the cubes of watermelon you had packed earlier before gently offering a piece to the black and white kitten.

“what do you think you’re doing?” a gruff voice asked, causing you to flinch and jump back. your head snapped up, only to find the source of the voice to be someone who scared you a lot more than you liked to admit.

lee jeno.

everyone who knew anyone knew that lee jeno fit in with the cliche archetype of a bad boy. he hung out with his troublemaker friends in a group of seven (including jisung, but how you still managed to be friends with that giant noodle without encountering his friends, you will still never know), with rumors spreading like wildfire amongst your peers of them always being late to school, stirring up mischief with their motorbikes and causing ruckuses during detention.

you didn’t expect him to be here out of all places.

he was never the center of all of the attention, preferring to stay behind his loudmouth friends and observe quietly, laughing whenever donghyuck or jaemin would make a joke and joining in with his friends’ antics whenever he felt like it. but make no mistake — the moment anyone saw his muscular arms and the glint in his eye, they knew he wasn’t going to be one to mess with.

you realized he was staring you expectantly, waiting for an answer but your brain seemed to short-circuit from surprise. you opened your mouth, desperately trying to rack up a response with your pea-sized brain (stupid y/n, why did i have to forget how to speak an entire language right at this very moment?, you groaned internally) before closing your mouth and averting your eyes to the very interesting concrete ground.

“cat got your tongue, sweetheart?” he teased, smirking almost flirtatiously. (you never noticed it but jeno’s ears flushed red, not knowing where this sudden confidence came from. he usually wasn’t the type to flirt… at least not like this in broad daylight with a random pretty stranger. he’d be damned to say jaemin was finally rubbing off on him.)

you bit your lip, unsure what to say back and cursed yourself for being so awkward. you glanced briefly at his figure, his broad shoulders donning his signature outfit of a black leather jacket, low cut almost hawaiian-looking shirt and ripped skinny jeans (it was literally so sunny outside, how was he not sweating in that? also, did he ever wash that jacket? you could’ve sworn you had never even seen him without it) before pressing your lips into a firm, thin line.

your eyes fluttered down to the kitty, ignoring him, yet you were struggling to remember how to breathe properly. your friends had always called you shy, albeit approachable, but you never realized how difficult it was for you to just simply talk to someone you actually sort of wanted to talk to until this very moment. why was just saying a single word so hard? and why did it have to be the school’s notorious bad boy here with you out of everyone in this town?

he frowned, not used to girls blatantly ignoring him, but it wasn’t the first time it happened. he tried to search your face for any sign of recognition, but you were too invested in the cat, or rather, his cat to pay him any attention.

(he’s never been jealous of a cat before but he’d never admit that at this moment, he would’ve liked to switch places with nal. what a nice life it must be for a cat to be fed watermelon all day and be coddled with attention and affection from a pretty girl.)

“how’d you know she liked watermelon?” he asked before bending down. your eyes flickered up until you realized how close he was to you, only a few mere inches away from your body. you shrugged, not trusting your voice to speak.

“nal,” he whispered, bending down to your level, whistling to coax her towards him. she meowed, licking the last bit drop of watermelon juice on her paw before pouncing towards jeno, her fluffy tail looping around his beat-up hightops. his usual stoic expression curled up into a boyish grin as he started petting her and murmuring praises of how adorable she was.

you could hardly believe your own two eyes. lee jeno, everyone’s picture-perfect example of a bad boy who looked like he walked straight out of the cheesiest teenage rom-com flick was ... a softie for cats?

never in a million years would you have pictured this in your mind.

you tried to stifle the laughter bubbling in your chest, but jeno looked up to catch your eyes. heat crept up your spine and consumed your face, causing you to look back down at the kitty who was nuzzling against him again.

“what’s so funny?” he asked, cocking his head and raising his eyebrows.

you couldn’t help it if your heart decided to do somersaults seeing his innocent expression, resembling that of a confused five-year-old child.

you shook your head before softly asking, “she’s yours?”

he bit back a grin at finally hearing your voice and reached into his jacket pocket to pull out a silver chain collar with a charm (engraved with “nal”), the silver bell attached to it lightly jingling. how ironic yet fitting, you thought.

“i can’t take her home with me because i’m allergic, so i let her roam around here and visit every day until i can find a place for her to stay,” he explains as he scratches her behind the ear, earning a delightful meow before slipping the chain over her head.

you took a step back, mentally taking a snapshot of this moment. you couldn’t help but giggle lightly once you realized that jeno and nal looked almost exactly alike, as if nal was jeno in cat form, with her black and white fur adorned with a chain collar looking exactly like his usual monochromatic outfit and worn black leather jacket, not to mention the silver chain bracelets and necklace he wore all the time.

jeno’s head snapped up once again to watch you laugh.

his heart thumped a little harder than he would’ve liked to admit.

“bad boys don’t take care of stray cats,” you say, finally locking eyes with jeno. “especially the bad boys who are allergic to cats,” you smile.

he shrugged, his boyish grin still etched on his handsome face. (screw handsome, you couldn’t lie — you’ve wondered on more than one occasion how blessed his parents must be to have a son whose looks could rival a professional model’s face.)

you couldn’t help but notice how different he seemed now, looking more like a carefree and lovable child rather than a reckless troublemaker.

“don’t judge a book by its cover, sweetheart,” he said before giving you a wink, starkly contrasting with the way he tried to hide how he scratched his reddening nape afterwards.

he gave one last gentle rub to nal’s head before standing up, getting on his motorbike. he looked back, with a glint of something in his eyes. “need a ride, sweetheart? or the cat still got your tongue?”

you froze in your spot, feeling your face turn hot with embarrassment. you weren’t used to this. it was the school’s bad boy after all.

but you could get used to it.

mustering all the courage inside of your shy mighty heart, you look down at nal and gave her a gentle kiss on the top of her head, letting her nibble on one last piece of watermelon.

“my mother always told me not to judge a book by its cover,” you mused, a hint of playfulness in your voice. “i guess i was wrong about you.”

“i’m y/n,” you added shyly.

jeno’s eyes crinkled into crescents, a genuine smile forming on his face.

“jeno.”

you walked hesitantly up to his bike, and took a seat behind him gingerly.

you let your arms fall to grip the sides of the seat, before jeno shook his head and lifted your hands up to wrap your arms securely around his toned torso. “hold on tight.”

guess your mother was right after all.

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mindofharry · 4 years

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‘watermelon sugar’

inspired by the video dedicated to touching!

* smut!!!!!! smut!!!! smut!!! this is my first imagine writing smut, so pls give me feedback!!! :D

the sun beat down on her pale skin as she wandered around the beach. the beach was beautiful. the sand was hot and golden and the cool ocean was a pale blue. the waves were peaceful and the wind wasn’t even noticeable. for january the weather was beautiful, she even had to put sunscreen on her skin (she burnt easily).

the music video shoot was already going so well — considering they only started the shoot 3 hours ago.

but all the fun eventually came to an end when the director told them to take a 30 minute break. most of the models stayed back on the set, relaxing and chatting, but y/n wandered off once again, remembering the cave she spotted earlier this morning. it was easily the most gorgeous thing she had ever seen.

harry introduced himself once again during the break, making sure everyone was ok and what not. “don’t get me wrong, you’re all lovely, but wasn’t there a green haired girl here?” harry asked trying not to blush as he imagined the girl. he tried not to think about her, but he couldn’t keep his eyes off of as she touched herself and other models, she was a complete natural. she wasn’t embarrassed or shy.

and harry really liked that.

“um yeah, y/n’s just gone for a walk”

harry nodded clearing his throat before continuing the conversation. soon enough, the green haired girl called y/n arrived back, just in time for the shoot to start again — and for more madness to ensue. “i don’t think we’ve properly met. i’m harry” he said holding out his hand smiling. y/n pulled her sunglasses down and immediately shook his hand. “i know who you are!” she laughed and harry immediately blushed. “o...o...of course you do” he stuttered and then mentally kicked himself for stuttering infront of a pretty girl. “come on. i can feel the directors glare from all the way over here” she giggled dragging harry along with her.

she was glad that harry lambert, had picked out a good swimsuit, along with his team and such. she was in a white bikini that had flowers on where her nipples would be. and on her pants was the same but a flower where her clit is. she would definitely be robbing these and wearing them on her next holiday.

you see, this bikini was a hit. for y/n and harry. it was obvious that harry had a little crush on y/n so harry lambert, his partner in crime, told the directors to get a little harry and y/n action in. and of course, they listened. “ok y/n i need you to lay back down onto harry” he yelled and she manuvered herself over laying her head on his lap. “you ok with this?”harry asked immediately and she smiled “more than ok” she replied — she was about to call him consent king, an inside joke on the set, as he always made sure to triple check that everyone was ok with what they were doing. but she decided against it and just smiled a bit brighter. and that made harry’s heart burst.

“ok! action”

i just wanna taste it, i just wanna taste it, watermelon sugar high!

the music played as harry sung to y/n. his hand running through her green hair as the models beside him ran their hands down her body, her doing the same to them. he wanted her to touch him. he wanted to feel her soft hands down his chest, over his tattoos. he wanted to feel her kiss down his stomach and thighs and lips.

“ok harry! that’s good! we’re all good for now” the director called out. “ok we have one more scene to film, that harry wants to film specifically so” the director said with a clap of hands “then we’ll probably have this finished in the next two to the three days! we still need to get the ending scenes, but you’ve all been so cooperative, it should fly by!” he finished and nodded towards harry.

“harry whenever you’re ready”

y/n had never been more turned on in her life, she felt like she was making a naughty video. and she’s made lots of those before, but this was more. the feeling of harry standing over her, filming her get touched by another girl, made a clit throb. she was in a yellow top this top with cut out squares so you could easily see her nipples in it, which she kind of loved. the girl touching her had red nails, and pale skin. and god she was beautiful, if possible that made y/n even wetter.

“y....yeah.... uh we’re good here now” harry stuttered out before clearing his throat. y/n smiled at the girl with red nails “that felt great” y/n teased. she could feel harry’s stare on her as she downright flirted with the model right in front of him.

“hey y/n could i talk to you?” harry asked quite agitated at the sight of y/n with her nipples out. y/n smirked and nodded getting up of sand. they both walked up to a small little shed on the beach, harry immediately pulled the model behind it, making sure no one could see them. he pressed the green haired angel against the white wall of the shed, groaning with delight.

“you’re driving my crazy” he groaned as y/n slid her hands up and down his chest. y/n teased him with a pout. “oh you poor baby!” she giggled. she immediately stopped the teasing when harry’s lips met her neck, her breathing stopped for a minute. her hands grabbed onto his messy, curly hair. y/n’s head leaned back her body arching. “harry” she moaned as his hand reached up to breast teasing her hard nipple. “jesus christ” she whispered pulling his head up by his hair. he couldn’t help but let out a moan. she smirked. y/n placed her red lips on his, immediately letting out a moan, his tongue finally finding away to make an entrance. “you dirty boy” she murmured holding each side of his face. she could feel his hard cock against her pelvis. “look how hard you, pretty boy” she said grabbing a hold of it.

“please, p...please”

“please what?” she smirked enjoying the effect she had over him. she wanted to feel him inside of her, so bad. but he’ll have to beg a little first. “please, baby. please, let my cock inside your pretty mouth. beautiful girl, please” he almost sobbed. y/n had never been with someone this emotional before, but she very much liked it so far. “ok, baby, ok” she replied opening his shirt buttons. once harry shrugged off his top she kneeled down on the ground kissing right above his jeans, her hands holding his hips in place. “c...come on baby. please” he whined and she laughed before unbuttoning his pants and dragging down his boxers. her mouth watered at the sight. it was the hardest and biggest dick she’d ever seen. in her opinion, it was beautiful. it was red, almost blue. it was just calling her name. her pants were drenched, she’s sure you could smell her arousal from a mile away.

her tongue made its way to the tip of harry’s cock, and harry’s already fit to cum. she takes him all the way, not gagging once. he groans so loud the y/n has to slap his thigh. harry found release in her green hair, grabbing onto it, the moans coming out of her vibrate, the vibrations running up his body. she continues sucking on his red, hard cock, but begins to fondle with his balls. that’s where he’s a goner. harry begins to move at his on pace, to put it out straight, he starts fucking her face. y/n loves every second of this. the roughness of this could make her cum so quickly. harry groaning, pulling her hair and fucking her face is just so much for one pussy to handle. “shit, baby, m’gonna cum” he cries and quickly takes his dick out. he wants to cum all over her pretty face.

“come on, baby. cum all over my face” she said so innocently batting her eyelashes. he nodded letting the cum splash out across her face, more so her cheeks, she also made sure to get some in her mouth letting her tongue out like it was raining.

“oh fuck” harry cried falling down on the ground. y/n licked most of the cum off her, his cum tasted salty and sexy. she let the rest of the cum rest on her face, for effect. “you, ok buddy?” y/n asked crawling over to him. he nodded closing his eyes “that was the best blow job i’ve ever gotten. holy shit” he said — almost out of breath. y/n shrugged smiling coyly. “i try” she replied. harry grabbed his shirt and got rid of the cum on her face. she pouted saying “i liked that!”

“come here”

y/n followed harry’s movements that led to her sitting on top of harry’s waist. “let me do something for you” he said placing his fingers on top of her drenched panties. “you’re already so wet for me” he said smiling as she nodded “just for you, harry, just for you” she moaned moving her hips.

his fingers stopped and she let out a whine “sit on my face” harry said, y/n looked at him confused “sit on my face, y/n” he said sternly. she nodded immediately stripping of her pants and throwing them to the side. y/n placed her pussy right in front of harry’s mouth and he sighed happily “so pretty. such a pretty little kitty” he said swiping his finger along her slit, testing her wetness. “i’m going to skip to the good part” he whispered grabbing a hold of her waist and bringing her sex down to his wet lips.

harry wrapped his lips around her, bud. he pressed his the flat of his tongue against her, and licked it up and down. “oh my god” y/n moaned her face looking straight up at the blue sky. she needed to move, but his grip on her waist was too tight. her moans, made harry move his tongue, more forcefully.

“fuck harry” she almost screamed. “yeah, baby right there” she whined closing her eyes and arching her body. harry couldn’t even tell what was real and fake. her moaning, the heat, her delicious pussy. her kitten tasted amazing, not like anything he’d ever tasted before. ironically it tasted sweet, like watermelon sugar.

harry hummed his approval against her, and the added stimulus, had her bare toes curling against the warm sand. “fuck, fuck” y/n moaned. she wanted to cum, so bad. but she never wanted this feeling to end. this feeling of euphoria.

the pleasure was so intense, y/n lost track of time and place. all she could here was herself calling out harry’s name and her finally getting to ride his face.

“oh, god” she cried as she could feel herself letting go.

god did she taste sweet.

she bucked and heaved holding on to harry’s arms. he continued to lick and he drink her in. her essence and passion.

“jesus christ” she sighed rolling off of harry laying down beside him. “hey! i wasn’t done cleaning you up!” he whined and she laughed “give the vagina a break for a sec. your tongue is a masterpiece” she moaned almost cumming again at the thought of it. “could say the same thing about yours” he replied and she giggled “oh i know” she said smugly.

“wanna head back to my house, i’m sure everyone’s left by now” harry asked and waited in enticipation. y/n hummed “only if you promise not to have me walking for the next month”

“deal”

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bitchiha · 4 years

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Excuse me sir 👀 May I ask a question?? What kind of flowers do you think Naruto, Kakashi, and Gaara will give their s/o? ❤

Flowers for their s/o

A/N: OHHH I like this it got my brain whirring, I did Narutos with his crush instead of his significant other, but its okay shhh. Also these are kinda short, but I think they’re cute.

Warnings: not proofread :D <3

Naruto

Naruto gets you flowers to ask you out on your first date.

Gosh this boy wants to give you the prettiest flowers, but he lacks any ability to take care of them. It’s a disaster, truly. He also has zero idea what kind of flowers you’d like, the only kind he knows are like.. dandelions?

He thinks flowers are the perfect way to show you his true feelings. Everyone loves getting flowers, ya know? But, oh Gosh.. He couldn’t wait to see them make you all flustered, to see your lips part way for a surprised giggle as you gently pulled them away from his hands happily. Would you rush back into the house to put them into a vase, or would you bury your nose into them and inhale the loving scent that reflected Narutos feelings for you? Either one would make his heart swell in its constricting cage...

He asks Ino for help. After all she works at a flower shop, but then he just gets flustered because of her bombardment of questions as to who they’re for, so he ends up leaveinh all huffy and puffy.

Wanders around the Leaf looking for another flower shop, but he doesn’t find any. Instead he stumbles upon a patch of flowers peaking out from a bush. As he stares at them, depressed about his failure to buy you your own, he gets an idea. Then suddenly he’s on his knees picking them from the bush as carefully as possible for Narutos standards. He stares for a moment at the silkiness of the petals and how delicate they were in his hands, it reminded him of your skin. He picks a bunch, plucking and plucking like every flower was another confession of his own wild love.

It takes all his patience and care to actually bring the flowers to your doorstep. But in the end he makes it to your doorstep and he hands the white Camellias to you with a proud smile. They had a few petals missing and some scuff marks on them, but it’s the thought that counts. Your face is unreadable at first and as he stands at your doorway a nervous red hue began to colour his cheeks. Did you... did you not like them?

You take the bouquet in your hands, ducking inside to place them down. For a second he thinks you’re gonna close the door on him, but once your hands are free your springing at him. Arms slinging around his shoulders and legs wrapping around his waist, he realizes that you were hugging him after a few moments. As he finally came back to himself, he could hear your thank you’s muffled by your head buried into his neck.

Your reaction makes his heart beat so fast that it felt like he was overheating, he was surprised you weren’t burning. He watched you (with a grin from ear to ear and a face so red it looked painful) as you hurried inside to place them in a vase. Mission successful.

White camellias: a symbol of adoration and love

Kakashi

Kakashi gives you flowers when he wants to remind you of his love.

It was your one year anniversary and Kakashi was spending it cramped in a tent with a very sassy Sasuke and a hot headed Naruto. Kakashi was crushed, not only by the weight of Narutos body colliding with his as Sasuke yanked his leg out of his blanket, kicking the blonde with all the strength his sleepy body had, but he was also crushed by the fact he had been neglecting you for weeks.

He was hardly ever around you anymore, constantly on missions, babysitting Team 7... There was no mistaking your disappointment when had when he told you he was going to miss your special anniversary. He had been cancelling plans with you for a while now, hardly ever able to even make it for Friday date nights — all because of work. You were always so understanding, even when he knew how hard it was for you. And he missed you. He really fucking missed you.

He missed wrapping his arms around you, his face snuggled into your hair as he breathed in that watermelon scented shampoo you always used. The way your plush lips would part in surprise as he caught you off guard, bending down to meet your ear and whisper about all the things he wanted to do to you. It always ended up with a stern look and a scolding “kakashi!” but he knew both of those reactions were half hearted as you pulled yourself closer to him. Your apartment, cramped and tiny but still the most homey place he had ever been...

When he finally gets home after the mission, he’s rushing through the busy streets in search of the Yamanaka flower shop. Roses. Kakashi needed to buy you roses. His face was on fire due to all the teasing he got from Ino. “Ohhh Kakashi-sensei, these are really pretty! Are they for y/n?” She always did this when he came in to buy you flowers, but he never complained. She was the one who told him your favourite flowers were roses, so he decided he could tolerate her.

Then he’d be at your doorstep with a lardge bouquet and a puppy dog look on his face. “I’m sorry I’ve been so busy, y/n. And gosh.. I missed you. Please let me make it up to you...”

Queue the best fucking makeup sex ever

bye lol

Not bye I forgot to add this.. red roses: longing, love or desire

Gaara

Gaara gives his significant other flowers like they’re boxes of chocolates, they’re the best way for him to communicate his feelings towards you.

This man is constantly showering you in plants like oh my lord. Your apartment is full of plants, ranging from the bouquets he makes for you all the way to the cacti and succulents decorating every surface of your windowsills.

They keep you pretty busy too, with having a Kazekage for a boyfriend you often feel neglected, but the plants keep you occupied. Honestly his love of plants grows on you as your relationship goes on. Like whenever he comes over to your house he will make sure that you are keeping the plants healthy and gives you tips and random facts on them.

The first time Gaara ever decided to give you a flower was when he was going to ask you to be his girlfriend. The two of you were so close it was almost like you were practically dating already, but Temari told Gaara that he needed to solidify the relationship.

This man was dumbfounded as to how he was supposed to ask you that and when he told Temari of this dilemma she simply suggested he get you some flowers. He felt stupid that he hadn’t though about it before considering that he literally has his own garden that he adores.

With that, he picks out his favourite and most beautiful flowers that he could find in his garden. He enjoyed putting the bouquet together so much that he couldn’t help but go a little overboard.

At first he had been so puzzeled as to which flower you may have liked, but then he thought about what kind flower you reminded him of and he realized that you reminded him of all the plants in his garden. All of them had such unique aspects and qualities that made them so wonderful and there was always something about every plant that had his mind pulling towards you.

So the bouquet he gave you was huge and absoloutely gorgeous. When he gave it to you at your apartments door step he was so nervous and embarrassed, like oh my gosh he thought he was gonna pass out. But your reaction made all of his butterflies fly away.

All fucking the flowers ever: Gaaras coping mechanism for his nerves

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anythingandeverything1d · 4 years

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Tensions

You were standing in the crowd of hundreds of screaming girls. You were front row, about to watch the love of your life perform his first show for his new album. You were beyond proud. You knew how hard he had worked to get to this point. You knew all of the pain, energy, love and passion he had put into the album, let alone all of the work that had gone into the tour. Originally you weren't going to be able to join him on tour for another 3 1/2 weeks. When that had changed, you had the band secure you a pass and tickets for the first show and now here you were, front row waiting to see Harry walk out on stage and kill it. The band began playing and you saw him walk out. He sang, his eyes closed, just taking in the moment like you knew he loved to do.

When the first song ended he looked around with a smile, thanking everyone for coming. His eyes landed on yours as they traveled the arena and you grinned, giving him a little wave. His mouth fell open, tears were in his eyes and his smile, well it was enough to send every girl in the audience home wet. Harry reluctantly tore his eyes off of yours and continued on talking with the audience. He looked over at you again as the next song started and gave you a wink.

“This song is very special to me. It reminds me of the day I fell in love. I actually fell in love singing What Makes You Beautiful, but that day I had this gut feeling. An aching feeling in body.” He winked and you gave him a smirk. “I wanted a song to reflect that feeling and well here it is, Watermelon Sugar.” He started singing watermelon sugar and you felt the heat inside you burn hotter as you watched him perform. Harry was running his hands down his body, moving to the music.”I just want to taste it...I just want to taste it...Watermelon Sugar High” You felt yourself dripping wet just thinking about everything Harry had planned for after the concert. He was biting his lip and smirking at certain lyrics, specifically at “I want your belly” Harry gave you the look. The look that said it all, your eyes traveled down to the bulge that you knew was already growing in size. You wiggled your eyebrow and he blushed. You bit your lip and took a breath. He looked good, his hair perfectly brushed back into a wave, the suit he was wearing with the shirt underneath unbuttoned enough that you could see the traces of his tattoos.

He finished the song and took a drink of water, sweat was dripping down his neck and face. “Take off your shirt!” you yelled from your seat. The fans around you screamed in support and Harry raised an eyebrow at you trying not to laugh.

“I am not taking my clothes off.” he answered giving you an amused look. “This is a family show!” He was teasing you, almost as if he were asking you to take it off for him.

“Booo!” you jokingly yelled up to him. He laughed and dropped the jacket to the floor and unbuttoned his shirt.

“OR IS IT?” he yelled again, causing everyone to go wild, along with you. You jumped up and cheered. Fuck, did he look good tonight. There was just something about him, he had his confidence back up and it was attractive as hell.

Harry picked up the mic and started singing Adore you. “This next song is going to be dedicated to a very special guest here tonight. She looks stunning and I just...I just adore her.” The crowd screamed and you gave him a little clap before laughing and singing along. “Walk in your rainbow paradise, strawberry lipstick shade of mind” Harry licked his lips and wiggled his eyebrows at you. You blew him a kiss and he pretended to catch it. His hand extended out, was brought back to his lips. Harry moved to the other side of the stage but when he sang the lyrics, “Lately you've been on my mind” he walked over to where you where, knelt down and reached his hand out. Your fingers brushed against his and he smiled. His eyes playing games with you and traveling up and down your body. When he noticed the heels he nearly forgot the words to his song. Luckily he finished, took a drink of water and spit it out over the side of the audience where you were. “Saw some hot looks over here and thought you could cool down a bit. We’ve got quite a lot of show left.” His eyes sparkled in your direction and you blushed.

Harry’s eyes said enough during the show to drive you crazy. All you wanted was to be in his arms, kissing his lips, and celebrating. Once Harry had moved onto the last song you pushed your way out of the audience and backstage. You stood there listening to him kill it and were filled with so much pride and happiness. You were also anxiously waiting, your body was ready and there was only one thing on your mind right now.

Harry finished and ran off stage, his head looking both directions for you. He was unbuttoning the rest of his shirt when his eyes found yours. You sprinted to him, jumping into his arms and kissing him hard on the lips. Harry stumbled back momentarily but he shifted your weight and smiled. Your legs tightened around his waist, your skirt allowing the heat of your body to press into his bare waist. Harry laughed deeply and carried you to his dressing room. He dropped you to the floor, locked the door and turned to you with a shake of the head. “You...:” he laughed. “You have been driving me mad all night.” He closed the gap between the two of you and pushed you into the couch.

“What are you going to do about it Harold?” you asked teasing him.

Harry dropped his pants to the floor and grabbed your legs. He spread them apart and stood between them. He grabbed your chin and tilted your head up to look at him and he kissed you. His kiss was forceful enough that your lips had already started to swell. His tongue pushed its way into your mouth and tangled with yours. His hands went up your skirt, tugging off the already wet panties. Harry pushed you back and layed over you. His hands were tearing off your shirt and unhooking your bra. His lips were trailing down your neck. Your eyes were glazing over as he kissed his way down your neck to your chest. He wrapped his tongue around each nipple, causing your back to arch and a moan to escape from your mouth. Harrys hands cupped your breast and he squeezed, his length already anxiously pushing against you. Harry yanked your skirt off and tossed it to the floor, his hands rubbing between your newly exposed areas. “Fuck babe youre already so wet..” His fingers rubbed the clit and you moaned his name. He laughed, loving the reaction he was getting out of you. He pushed three fingers in and twirled them around moving them in and out quickly. You gripped the cushion for support and your head rolled to the side, his lips taking advantage of the newly exposed skin behind your ear. He pulled his fingers out and sucked the warmth off them one by one before returning his lips to yours. Harry’s length was pulsing through his briefs. You tugged them down, exposing it. He rolled his hips into yours, his length just barely entering. You whined and he smiled. “Tell me...” he breathily got out. “Tell me what to do.”

You whined again and tried pulling his hips down further but it was no use. He laughed deeply and looked at you waiting for your answer. “Fuck me.” you whispered. His lips collided with yours, his hips shoving themselves into yours. His length diving deep into you. Your fingers tore at his back, leaving red welts down the entirety of his back as he moved in and out faster and harder. He turned you over, his hand firmly on your back, his breath falling unevenly down your cheek and your ass clapping together as he moved faster. You groaned his name, letting out deep moans and holding onto the couch. Harry was acting on adrenaline, his body pulsing with energy. He pulled out and then shoved back in, rolling you back over and kissing your lips, pulling your bottom lip with his own. His hands dug into your breasts and you had reached your limit. “I-Im close...” you managed.

Harry laughed and kept going. “Hold on a little longer love.” He pulled completely out and pushed back in hard. “I want to make this last...” He lifted your legs and pushed farther in, his hips smacking against your skin.

“Harryyyy” you groaned. “Fuck.”

He kissed you, cutting off more groans escaping from your mouth. “Im ready.” he said. He let go and you let go. Harry’s eyes glossed over. He froze. You felt him fill inside you, the warmth falling out as he pulled his length slowly out. Harry kissed his way back down your chest and kept going down farther. He gripped your legs tightly and pushed them farther apart. His head was in between them, his lips against you. His tongue flicked inside you and your head rolled back again. He pushed harder against you, sucking, trying to get the taste of the two of you combined into his mouth. After he was satisfied, he returned his lips to yours.

You tasted yourself on his lips and pulled his body to yours. “I’m so fucking proud of you Harry.” you whispered between kisses. He smiled and pulled away.

“For this?” he was out of breath and so were you.

You laughed and smacked his bare ass. “For everything. All the work you've done, your show was amazing...you were incredible tonight Haz/”

He stood up and grinned. No you were incredible.” He winked and pulled on his briefs. “I still cant believe you're here.”

You stood up and wrapped your arms around him, your chin resting on his chest. “I wasn't about to miss this.” He laughed and picked up a t-shirt from the floor and then handed it to you.

“Come on, if we don't get back soon the band will worry.” He turned and gave you a smirk. “That’s if they aren't already worried about the screams you were giving.”

You smacked his arm and pulled on his shirt and your skirt. “And who’s fault is it for me screaming.”

Harry just laughed, he gripped your hand in his and wrapped his other arm around your neck. He pressed a gentle kiss to your cheek and winked. “Just wait until later tonight.”

Got this request (kind of...I changed it up a bit), hope its okay!

xoxo

#one direction #directioners #one direction fanfiction #one direction imagines #Harry Styles #harrystyles #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles imagine #harry styles imagines #harry styles blurb

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eerythingisshaka · 4 years

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That One Time...

[Yahya Abdul-Mateen II x Jason Momoa x Reader]

Word Count: 4.6k

Warnings: Issa threesome, so...

The sun warms your body as you may across your towel soaking up the evening rays. Your energy is pulled out of you little by little as you lie there cooking, taking your sun hat off your face to fan it.

"You gettin hot, baby?" Yahya asks, sitting next to you.

You nod, "Gettin? I'm already there. Its stupid humid out here."

Yahya has a bowl of cubed watermelon that you drowned in some moscato, hovering a piece above you mouth.

"Say ah."

You open up, taking a bite at first. The added sweetness of the moscato brought the natural watermelon flavor out even more. Yahya waits patiently until you're ready for the rest, with which you grab ahold of his fingers to suck the residuals juices off.

Yahya's eyes buck as your lips pull on his finger, giving his hand back.

"See, thats why you running hot. You in HEAT is what it is." Yahya snorts.

You sit up to look over the waves crashing onto the beach, wiping your brow. "Maybe so. Any time I sweat profusely I get horny."

Yahya smacks on his share of the watermelon loudly. "Well damn, I know you hell on wheels in the summer then. And remind me to sign up as your workout buddy."

You look at his glistening arms with mountains and valleys of muscle, firm and pronounced chest, with abs you could play hopscotch on.

You scoff. "Yeah like you need a workout buddy."

"Aloha brother!"

You and yahya turn to see in the distance Jason Momoa walking across the sand, wind whipping his mane in front of his face. He whips his hair back effortlessly as he puts his shirt over his shoulder.

Yahya holds his hand out, welcoming him. "My man, what's happening with you?"

Jason spreads his arms wide, showing off his wingspan in a royal fashion

"Enjoyin the surf, sand and sights! Speaking of, who's your lady here?"

Yahya points to you. "Yeah this is (y/n). We've been hanging out for a bit."

You start to get up but Jason holds up his hands to stop you.

"Ah ah, don't get those feet in the hot sand. I'll come to you." He high steps over to you, squatting down to hold out his hand. "I'm Jason."

You give him your hand, catching your heart with your other as he firmly shakes it. Strong manly hands, treating yours tenderly is a wonderful contrast you behold as you greet him.

"So I've heard. Nice to meet you."

Jason's eyes meet your body for a second before he continues, "You all been out here very long? Its gonna start to get dark soon."

Yahya responds. "I think we were about to head inside for some shade and A/C. Miss Thing over here is starting to melt." He teases you, running his hand down your sweaty arm.

"It's true, I'm turning into a puddle as is."

Jason chuckles, pulling at his beard thoughtfully. "Well we can't have that! I was hoping to catch up with you though. If I ain't cramping on you and your lady's style, maybe I'll come by, bring some beer?"

Yahya rubs his hands together. "Sounds like a plan to me. We not far, just in bungalow 3 up there."

Jason looks to where he points. "No doubt. I'm gonna take another quick dip and see you guys later, aight?"

Yahya gets up as Jason holds a hand out for you to use as he brings you to standing. You almost fly forward but his grip is steady on your arms.

"I'll see you in a bit." Jason says to you, so low you felt your scalp tingle in response. You nod, picking up your towel and watching as he walks towards the water, rising up his legs to the dip in his back until he is waist deep in it. He has a solid torso, plentiful mass You can see yourself pushing against. The heat must really be getting to you for such thoughts keep creeping in. Yahya and you walk back to the bungalow as the cooler room temperature evaporates the moisture on your skin instantly.

"Ohhhh that feels nice." You moan, patting your scalp as you sit back on the couch. Yahya plops down next to you, laying a hand on your thigh.

“This is better, right?” He asks, leaning back next to you, sighing audibly. You feel his fingers working your inner thigh as you relax with your eyes closed.

“Thank God for air conditioning. I’m liable to go crazy without it.”

As you become calm, you feel a tickling on your neck, making you crumble away from the sensation.

“Come here…” Yahya begs as he leans further into you, reaching for the side of your face to hold you still.

“That tickles, Yahya! Stop!” you laugh hard feeling his lips nibble from your earlobe to your neck.

“I just wanna eat you up. I’m sorry.” he says, but he doesn’t mean it. He reaches his hand to palm the mound of your pussy over swimsuit, firmly feeling for center through it.

You grab his offending arm, holding tight. “That’s dirty of you.”

You tongue runs circles around your neck, in rhythm with his fingers on your mound until he pulls the material to the side. Yahya sits up to look at you opening up for him as his middle finger fiddles with your clit.

“I got all this good pussy in my hand and you think I ain’t finna get taste?” he asks, looking at you as you grab ahold of the pillows behind you. Your eyes lock with his as he pushes two fingers into your depths.

He smiles as you gasp under his come hither motions inside of you, keeping your clit occupied with his thumb.

“Aloha!” You hear a knock at the front door accompanying a familiar voice. Yahya pulls his fingers out of you quick as you close your legs promptly, pulling a towel over you.

“Fucking shit!” You whisper into your hand. Yahya heads to the front door to greet Jason.

“Hey man, I got the goods!” Jason says cheerfully holding up a case of beer. Yahya takes the box, smoothly licking his fingers like he just finished off a Krispy Kreme.

“Thanks dawg. Come on in.” Yahya takes the beer into the kitchen as Jason meets you on the couch.

“He pretty lady. You ok? Cooling off too fast?” Jason looks over the towel covering your body up to you chin suspiciously.

You’re still trying to calm your pussy down as you answer. “Sure, uh, yeah. Just a little chilly now I think.”

Jason nods, looking away then back at you. “So you and Yahya get along good then?”

“Swimmingly.”

Yahya comes out with three beers, tops popped and ready to go. “So how long you out here for man?”

Jason takes a generous swig followed by a belch. “Just a few more days, then I gotta head back to Hollywood City!”

Yahya nods, taking a sip of his beer, squinting at you nursing your drink. He laughs under his breath.

Jason looks between the two of you. “Did I interrupt something here?”

Yahya begins to nod before you say, “No! I was just cooling off, and Yahya was about to fix me some ice cream to help, right?”

Yahya rolls his eyes. “Ok, sure. I’ll get you a spoon.”

“No, I want a bowl, not the carton.”

Yahya looks at Jason. “You see this?”

Jason beams at you. “Listen to her man, she means business.”

As Yahya goes to fix your ice cream, you and Jason sit silently. You finally have some of your beer, setting the bottle on the coffee table. Looking over at the bottle in his hand, you take a closer look at his arm.

“I love your artwork.” You pick up his arm studying the triangles varying in pattern from black ink to his skin.

“Thanks. They are supposed to resemble shark teeth.”

“Aww, these are too pretty to be shark teeth.” You say, tracing the shapes like you’re supposed to feel them but all you feel is his skin covered in soft hairs, kissed by the sun, protecting a beefy forearm.

“Sharks can be beautiful when people know to keep a safe distance.”

You feel Jason looking at you and put his arm back down when you start to feel hot again. “I was thinking about a tattoo but I’m not sure what to get yet.”

Jason holds his arm where your hands were. “Well, I’m sure you can get anything and it’ll look good on you. Something that will bring attention to your body more than usual is just extra blessings for people like me, right?”

You glug down the beer almost choking on his compliment when you see him smiling wide at you, touching his knee with yours. You couldn’t believe the blatant flirting as you start to fan yourself, calming yourself down again.

“Ice cream is served, your most high!” Yahya declares, spinning with the bowl outstretched, giving a flourish with the spoon until he plops it into the bowl. “Shall I feed you as well?”

You take the bowl from him, making a face. “No thank you. That will be all!”

You take a spoonful into your mouth, moaning with content. The sugary coolness hit all your taste buds just right.

“Can I get a taste?” Jason asks.

You look at Yahya then him. “He can get you some.”

Jason shakes his head. “I just want a little bite, not a lot. Watching my figure.” He pats his barely belly as he rests his arm behind you on the couch, sitting up expectantly.

You fix up a spoonful and turn it to his mouth. He leans in slow until he opens wide, clamping down on the spoon. He holds tight onto it when you tug until it pops out, some ice cream getting on his beard. You instinctively wipe away the drop off his chin and you notice how close he is to your face. And you can’t stop stroking his beard.

“Should I give you all a room or…” Yahya asks with furrowed brow.

Jason chuckles as you bury yourself in your bowl. “I didn’t mean to.”

“Jason, how long you tryna be here man?” Yahya asks defensively, taking a swig of beer.

Jason leans back, moving his knees back and forth. “I mean, I was hoping for a while. What do you think?” He asks you.

You shrug. “I mean, I’m not gonna tell you to leave. You’re Yahya’s friend.”

“Eh, we can be friends too I think. Yahya, you good if I stay a while?”

Yahya scratches his head. “To be honest, we were bout to fuck so if you not tryna be a part of that, you can go.”

Jason laughs out loud, holding his chest. “I knew I was in on something. You didn’t tell me you were about to get some, girl!” You set the bowl down.

“Despite Yahya being too loud about it, he’s right. We were kind of about to...yeah.”

Jason leans on his knees, setting his beer down. “So…”

Yahya looks at you then Jason, and back again. “(Y/N)...” he gets up to sit next to you. “You know how you had that thing you dreamt about once.”

You search your brain for this conversation he’s bringing up. “I dream a lot, what do you mean?”

“Well it was me and you, and some other dude and we were…” Yahya peers at you to finish the sentence.

You cover your mouth in surprise. “Oh my God, are you serious.” You look at Jason. “Was this a plan?”

Jason shakes his head. “Not at all. Just chance. Nice dream though.”

Yahya holds your hand. “Look, I know him, and you both seem like you’re vibing. So if you like him, I ain’t opposed.”

Jason leans back, turning further towards you. “I just need an ok.”

You think about this for a second. The thing about threesomes intrigued you but whenever you see them in porn you can tell it’s about male dominance and their pleasure and the woman is just a prop for their dicks. You don’t wanna just get pummeled, if this happens, you’re the star. You look at Jason, taking his beard in your hands once again, pulling it playfully. He rubs it feigning injury as you then check out Yahya. You already know he’s ready to rock you. You sit up and wrap your arms around his neck, kissing him with renewed zeal. His hands snake up and down your back, pulling you into him as your intentions are translated with your tongue. You pull away to face Jason. “If we doin this, it’s gonna be about me. Y’all getitn your dicks wet regardless but I will not be turned into a pulverized melon cuz y’all wanna drill me from both ends to kingdom come.”

“Goddamn!” Yahya gasps in shock.

“Jesus!” Jason bursts out. “That’s not what I’m here for anyway. I only want to see you in your element, however we can bring that out.”

You feel yourself grow anxious as you settle back into the couch picking at your cuticle. Jason looks cool as ever, eyes in a brooding squint, hair wild from the outdoors. Yahya just stares at you legs like he’s standing in front of the microwave with 10 seconds left.

No longer wanting to feed the silence you say, "Well I don't know how to start this."

Yahya smiles, teeth bright and inviting. "I'll let myself do the honors on that. Continue where I was before I got interrupted, you know."

Jason holds his hands up in surrender. "By all means."

Yahya gets on his knees maneuvering himself in front of your knees, kneading the outside of your thighs. You take a deep breath to control your heart rate, giving Jason a small smile as he sits idly by with his arm around the back of the couch.

You feel Yahya squeeze your legs to get your attention. "You good?"

You start to massage your temples. "Yeah, yeah, just nervous."

He leans up towards you, inches from your face. "I got you. I'll be here the whole time, you'll be great." He raises his eyebrows, to which you not as he plants a kiss on your lips. You hold his face, allowing his lips to tenderize the kinks in your mind. When he pulls back, he looks over at Jason. "I know he looks like he was raised wild, but he a softie. You'll wear him out before anything."

As Yahya cackles at him, Jason says, "Alright, that's the last time I wanna know your opinion. This is her show, don't delay it."

Yahya reaches for the waist of you swimsuit bottoms tugging them past your hips. You lift up to allow him to expose your privacy, taking his hands to lift one leg up, then the other. You look at Jason who glances down at you, tucking his lips.

Yahya keeps your thighs in his hands before asking, “You ready?”

You exhale, adjusting your seated stance before affirming. Yahya dips his head closer to your you center, looking up at you as he opens his mouth. His soft pink tongue unfurls slowly towards your aching core before finally making contact. You hiss with pleasure under his gaze. Yahya studies your reaction as he works his neck, surfing his tongue back and forth between your labia. He takes one hand to spread your lips further, allowing better exposure of your clit to the tip of his tongue.

His eyes on you the whole time feels invasive but shame does not stop you. His leer only fuels your inner passions. You squirm under his mouth work as Jason enjoys the show, adjusting himself from time to time.

“Look at you go, girl.” Jason mutters with a smile.

You cover your face for a second with embarrassment, forgetting almost that it wasn’t just you and Yahya. You feel the concentrated suction of your clit, bringing your attention back to the man between your legs. Yahya hollows out his cheeks, giving your pussy prime attention. You grip the top of his head to keep him in your right spot, curling your body up as your mouth slacks open in the sudden crash of orgasm ravaging your body. Your whimpers subside when Yahya finally turns your clit loose, kissing your mound and inner thighs.

“Let me try that.” Jason offers, giving your inner thigh a squeeze.

You don’t feel so anxious as before, but the shift in partners makes your mind race. Yahya sits beside you, wrapping an arm around you and pulling your face to look at him.

“I’m good, if you’re good, right?” Yahya’s eyes have a sparkle to them that you adore. His look of honesty is so adorable to you, you forget what’s happening until it happens. You feel the tickle of his hair on along your thighs before you feel his soft kiss on your vulva. You watch Jason slowly pull on your inner lips with hips, softly sucking your juices off little by little.

“Just as good as I imagined.” Jason growls, winking up at you as he thumbs your clit.

You lay your head back, eyes glazing over the ceiling whilst enjoying the feel of his tongue dipping into your opening. Yahya’s lips suck on your neck as his hand covers your breast. You use your chin to push Yahya away from your neck and kiss him, twirling your tongue in circles with his. As you kiss, your hand travels Yahya’s solid cobbled abs and reach into his shorts, gripping his already hardened dick.

Yahya grown into you mouth kissing you hard as you pull him out and begin to jerk him off. You love the feel of his skin tightening as he grows under your touch. Licking your hand, you work his tip fast as Yahya grips the hair at the nape of your neck, looking at you with agony. You lick your lips breathing harder as Jason’s fingers stroke your walls, lapping up your clit as you baptize him. Your other hand reaches his hair, gripping his tresses like reins as your hips buck toward him while you continue to squeeze the life outta Yahya’s dick.

“Shit, nah, Jason move out. I gotta get me some of this pussy here.” Yahya demands, pulling his shorts off.

Jason gets up, beard moistened. “I could live in that.”

You sit up and give Jason a kiss, licking yourself from his lips greedily.

“You did good.” You say, smacking the side of his face playfully, making his whole face smile.

“Why thank you. Compliments to the chef.”

As Jason stands up, Yahya takes a hold of your legs, pulling them to the side so you’re laid across the couch.

“Turn over. I want that ass on me.” You oblige Yahya, turning on your belly and pulling your knees up under you. As Yahya positions himself behind you, you tell Jason to take his shorts off. Jason, does so hastily, getting comfortable on the couch again, tugging at his erection.

“Arch that back for me girl.” Yahya insists, pulling your hips back to him. You look back, twisting your hips from side to side.

“You tryna show off with all this ‘do this, do that’ shit in front of your friend?” You say.

Yahya smacks your ass with a loud pop, making you straighten up. Even Jason jumped from the noise.

“Shit! My bad!” You say, backing into him some more until you feel him poking. Yahya’s body looked like carved stone, so solid with the right curves where it counts. Yahya slides his dick up and down your center, stirring your wetness around and making you seethe. Your pussy felt sensitive enough for him to just tease you some more. He plants his hand on your lower back, pushing into you slowly. You start to collapse under his girth, the pressure of him hitting your G spot makes you lose your cool.

“Aye, don’t lose that arch on me. Come on back here.” Yahya warns you, gripping your hips tight as you feel him pushing deeper. You sit up on your hands, arching again. Jason kneels in front of you, taking your face in his hands.

“You are so sexy,” Jason says, kissing your shoulder. When you meet Jason’s eyes, your tongue meets his, lapping each other up as Yahya works you out.

Yahya pulls out of you, and back in again, picking up the tempo as you’ve grown accustomed to his fit.

“That’s the pussy I like. That’s that happy pussy.” Yahya moans as he stroke your walls vigorously. You writhe in Jason’s face, kissing him deeply between various curses as Yahya blows out your back. Once your skins get to slapping, you feel your strength begin to build. You don’t like Yahya to hold all the cards in this position for long, matching his pace to push your ass back on him.

“Shit, shit. Chill for a second with that!” Yahya warns, pushing you body down until it’s prone with the couch. He hovers over the top of you, rolling his hips into your ass to his you from a ne angle and you feel every inch of that newness. You break from Jason’s kiss to look up at Yahya hovering right above you.

“You don’t play fair baby.” You pout.

“And you play dirty.” Yahya responds, cupping your jaw to bring your mouth to his as his hips snake himself in and out of you. Your grip the cushions hard, feeling helpless to his pleasure. When Yahya turns you loose, he lands kisses all over your ass peppering a smack or two in between.

“Aight, your turn.” Yahya lets Jason knows as he strokes himself, collapsing on the free section of couch. Jason takes your hand, helping you to sit up.

“You think you can handle a ride?” He says, slapping his thighs.

You smile as you meander over to him. “Question is can you?”

You bring your leg over him to straddle him. Jason cradles your ass on his hands, smiling at you. You break your cool for a second, almost laughing right in his face but recovering.

“Cutie, you’re funny. You’re having fun?”

You nod, looking over at Yahya, who looks amused by you straddling his friend and preparing to fuck him.

“You wanna put it in or should I?” Jason asks.

You bite your lip, reaching between the two of you for his member. He felt more than ready to go, moving himself further under you.

“Make sure your seat is fluffed nicely right.” He says, putting his hand behind his head, stroking your leg with the other.

Finally you line up his tip to you, inserting him before sitting down on his length. It was easier this time but the new dick still made you curl your fingers into Jason’s chest. You watch Jason’s face scrunch up as you slide up and down his dick.

“Fuck, that’s good. Ah!”

You roll your hips on top of him, keeping your face stern enjoying having his body underneath you. His hands search his hair for stability, tweaking over the feeling you gave him. You take his wrists and guide them to your breasts, inviting him to an additional stimulus for the both of you.

“Don’t be afraid to touch me. Touch me…” You moan as Jason filled you out just right to stimulate you, overrunning your ability to function. Jason’s hands roll from your breasts to the meat of your hips, thrusting himself into you deeper. He bites his lip as he holds firm to you, your hands hold on to the top of his, squeezing on tight as he smacks into you at full speed. You collapse on top of him, nuzzling into his chest to catch your brain up with your body. Jason locks his arms around you, slowly gyrating into you, you feel your clit becoming more aroused. You moan together as he keeps you clamped down, taking advantage of your pleasure.

“Oh, Jason, I’m cumming, don’t stop!” You shriek with each penetrative motion, tightening around him. Your body naturally pushes against his hold but he doesn’t let go.

“Ah you’re so wild. I’m almost done, you’re taking me there.” Jason says, grabbing you as he sits up. He holds your back as you lean away from him, rolling your hips on his lap, gripping him until he can’t take it anymore. He stands up with you in his arms, plopping you back on the couch before he pulls out of you, spewing his seen along your belly. You lay back, feet to the sky as he empties himself onto you.

“Wow, just wow. This girl, man.” Jason kisses you again, holding himself until he sits himself down by your head. “You take it like a champ, girl.”

“Come here Yahya. We not done.” You say motioning for him to come over, teasing your clit for added temptation.

Yahya eagerly positions himself between your legs.

“You tryna make me jealous over there?” He asks, running his length along the outside of your swollen pussy.

You shake your head. “If you felt that way, that’s just cuz your hand’s not as good as me.”

Yahya chuckles. “You damn right about that.” He says as he enters you.

You both moan in harmony giving into lust. Yahya lifts one leg over his shoulder to dig deeper into you, driving you crazy. You run your nails into his sides, squeezing tightly into hardened core for stability as his hips slap into you. You feel his breath on you, tilting his face to yours to kiss him through his stroking, playing with yourself at the same time. You grip his neck, feeling his heartbeat into your palm.

“Fuck this pussy, harder baby.” You say before another wave hits your pelvis, spreading throughout your body, causing you to lose control. Your legs lock around him tightly, forcing all of him inside you as you scream his name like a pep rally cheer.

“Ah that’s fucked up. Locking me in like that.” He rests his head into your shoulder as he lays his final strokes into you, grunting in your ear. You feel an overwhelming accomplishment as you feel him spill onto you in the same spot as Jason had, mixing the two cums together on your stomach.

“Baby, you nasty as hell!” Yahya exclaims, standing over you with a proud grin.

“That’s a beast right here!” Jason says with vigor, kissing you one final time where you lay. “I can’t say enough how amazing you are.”

You get up slowly with the help of Jason while feeling works it’s way back into your legs.

“You guys got paper towels?” Jason asks as he pulls his shorts back on.

“Yeah, in the kitchen just take one of those.” Yahya instructs, pulling his shorts on before planting another kiss on you. “Did you like it?”

You laugh a little long, clutching your pearls. “Enjoyed it? That was a fucking blast, are you kidding? I think you were trying to show Jason up but I didn’t mind it.”

Yahya sucks his teeth. “I wasn’t worried about him.”

“‘Oh YoU TrYnA mAkE mE jEaLoUs?’” you say mockingly.

“Think fast.” Jason tosses the towel at Yahya.

“There you go, smart ass.” Yahya says, cleaning your stomach off.

“I gotta hit the road guys. Thanks again for…” Jason takes your hand, kissing the back of it, “...an exceptional time. Call me if you’re up for another round.” Jason offer, shaking Yahya’s hand as he lets himself out.

Yahya lays across you, settling his face between your breasts. “I am so tired.”

“My bad.” You say, smiling when he gives you a look.

“Have you cooled off by now?” He asks.

You shrug. “I’m getting there. But it’s supposed to be hot all week, so…”

A/N: How many of y’all can tell I have had a horned up week, huh? If this gets no notes, I deserve it.

#yahya abdul-mateen ii fic #jason momoa fic #jason momoa x reader #yahya abdul-mateen ii x reader #shakafic

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Cheeseburger in Paradise || Ariana & Ricky

TIMING: A couple weeks ago PARTIES: @ricky-corderbro & @letsbenditlikebennett SUMMARY: Ariana responds to Ricky’s online invite for dinner company, but only if its cheeseburgers. Chatting and bonding ensues.

As far as Ariana was concerned, anyone that was good in Winston’s book had to be good people. She’d talked to Ricky briefly in the past and had brought some venison by when he’d been in the hospital, but she was looking forward to actually hanging out with him. It’d only been a few days since they’d left their house behind and Ariana was already desperately missing her full closet. After talking about aesthetics, she kind of wanted to wear her favorite crop top which was still at their now abandoned house. Second favorite crop top would have to do the trick. This one had sunflowers which were her favorite because she could see them true to color and she loved that one Post Malone song. She happened to be humming that very song as she walked into Dell’s. She was quick to spot Ricky standing near one of the benches in place by the front door. “Hey,” she said with a smile, “Glad we’re actually getting to hang out. How are you feeling?”

Ricky was sure he was going to start going insane if he stayed inside his house any longer. He’d done all he could about converting his studio to a bedroom for Rio, and after having reorganized his cookbooks and spice rack for the third time he was sure the walls were starting to talk to him. Which is why he’d been glad when Ariana had taken him up on his plea for some dinner company. Though she was a bit younger than he was, all the interactions he’d had with her so far (including trying her amazing cooking) had convinced him she was anything but a vapid daft teenager. He stood from the bench he’d been perched on, tapping out a text to Winston and Rio about grocery requests, and offered his fist for a pound, “Same shit different day. Everything hurts and I”m dying. But… I will say… everything hurts a little less every day. Thanks for taking pity on a broken old man and having dinner with me. Which is on me… by the way… as a thank you for the venison.” He held the door open and gestured inside, holding up two fingers to the hostess as she gathered up some menus for them, “How are you enjoying having the sun back?”

Ariana welcomed the fist bump with a smile and returned the gesture. Maybe going out to dinner with a friend wasn’t exactly laying low, but if she just spent her time holed up in Ulf’s house she’d probably lose her mind. She was sure Ricky felt the same with having to take it easy to recover from his injuries. She could hardly imagine having to play soccer or run for that long. Dinner was likely a welcome distraction to both of them. She laughed when Ricky called himself an old man. “Old man, right. I think you got a few more years before you can call yourself that. Glad it’s starting to hurt less though. You’ll be fully out and about again before you know it… and thanks. Wasn’t expecting that, but it’s appreciated.” She smiled as she walked through the open door and the hostess brought them over to their table. The fact it was a booth somewhat in the back was comforting. That had to be a little more low profile than up and center right? She focused back on the question at hand. Her head tilted slightly as she nodded and said, “Oh yeah, I’m actually able to sleep at night and don’t think I need a nap at like 10 in the morning anymore. You happy to have it back, too?” While the prospect of a 24-hour full moon had sounded nice, logistically it was probably better to be in wolf form less time. She looked over the different burger options on the menu, pretty sure she was going to go with the classic hangover option. She turned her attention back to Ricky and asked, “So, how did you and Winston meet? Did you guys know each other before you were roommates?”

Following the waitress to the booth that she directed them to Ricky gingerly lowered himself into the seat, grabbing the laminated menu and fiddling with it, “I feel like I can hear my ribs grinding when I laugh or cough too much, I definitely feel like an old man now.” He placed his drink order and set the menu down, taking turns between glancing at it and focusing on what Ariana was saying. “Incredibly. It’s like you said, my whole rhythm and schedule was just…. Off balance. Like when you load the washer wrong and it spins off balance. That’s what it felt like. I’m happy to have the sun around to at least reinforce my schedule. You don’t realize how much you depend on that schedule for a feeling of normalcy until you aren’t able to follow it anymore.” When the waitress came around again he ordered his normal go to; mushroom and swiss burger, extra bacon, no bun, fries with a side of hot sauce, before passing off the menu to her and looking back at his new friend, “Winston?” He laughed a little, regathering curls that had started to escape the confines of his topknot and redoing them, “No. We didn’t. We actually met at a party like… a week and a half before they moved in. I went outside for a smoke and a bit of quiet on the porch and there was this dude there and we just started talking. Hit it off pretty immediately and then they mentioned that they were looking for a place and like hey, I’ve got a decent sized house so I had them over for a tour and we figured out pretty quick that we’d work real well as roommates. That was like five months ago and I’ve never looked back. Like, having Winston in the house has upped my level of general wellbeing and happiness like 300%. I fucking love them. What about you? How did you guys meet?”

It sucked to see that Ricky was still in pain from his injuries. Ariana did her best to offer a sympathetic smile. Hopefully, he’d heal up pretty quickly and could be back to life as normal. “If it helps, you don’t look like an old man,” she said with a laugh. When the waitress came back by, Ariana asked for an iced tea and turned her attention back to Ricky. The never-ending night thing had been confusing. She’d never had any concept of what time it was and then it had to end right before the full moon. “It’s crazy how much a lack of sunshine can change your whole rhythm up. I kept going for runs in the middle of the night because I’d feel weirdly energetic at like midnight. My sister was not a fan of that.” The hangover burger had won out and she ordered it medium rare with fries. Though she’d never had a hangover, she fully supported sunny side eggs and bacon being added to a cheeseburger. She let her elbows rest down on the table and relaxed as Ricky told her about how he met Winston. That was super cool that they hit it off right away like that and living together was going well. From what she was able to gather based on their few conversations, Ricky seemed to balance out Winston nicely. It’s no wonder they worked so well together as roommates. “That’s awesome,” she said with a wide grin on her face, “To meet and just click like that. I know you’re super important to them and it seems like the timing on that was perfect. It’s like you two were meant to be best friends. Which sounds cheesy as hell, but whatever.” She grabbed a sip of her iced tea before answering his question, “Winston originally offered to help me with math, but I’d already found a tutor. I was still new to town though so I was like hey, I could still use friends if you wanna hit up that farmer’s market with me. So we went to the farmer’s market and accidentally bought vampire watermelons. Turns out having to smash carnivorous fruit really brings people together. They even dyed my hair for me when I was having a little bit of a meltdown.” She gave her freshly blonde hair a flip and added, “I think they did a pretty good job, but I’m colorblind, so if it looks awful, just lie to me.”

“I’m an old man on the inside, which is where it matters I think. On the inside it’s just me shaking a cane at children and telling them to stay off my lawn. One advantage to living where I do, I guess. No kids are fucking up my landscaping.” Nodding energetically Ricky chewed on the end of his straw, “I totally feel that. Everything was so out of whack. I’d be like, wide awake and ready to do things at 3 in the morning and then in the middle of the afternoon my body would be begging for bed. It made running errands an absolute shitshow but somehow we all powered through it. By the seat of our pants sure, but we ultimately did.” He couldn’t help but smile when Ariana detailed exactly how she’d gotten entangled in Winston’s life, seemingly as randomly and serendipitously as he had. “I think it’s just something about them. They make it so easy to become friends with them that you feel like you’ve been friends for ages. I never thought I’d invite someone to live with me after only meeting them at a party but I was just so fucking convinced that we’d get along perfectly; and five months later I have absolutely zero regrets about it all.” His eyebrow did raise at the mention of vampiric fruit, “Why am I both surprised and not surprised that there are vampire watermelons. What a fucking disaster of a fruit waiting to happen. I’m glad you both survived though, I would have been so sad if my best friend got turned into a blood sucking fruit.” As their food arrived Ricky chewed thoughtfully on a french fry, “Well it looks fine to me, but I’m also color blind so it could look like a fucking mess and I’d never know.” He briefly wondered if this was indicative of Ariana being something inhuman, but quickly reminded himself that perfectly normal humans were colorblind without it meaning anything. “So you’re a senior, right? Any big plans since high school is coming abruptly to an end?”

The image of Ricky shaking his cane and yelling at children to get out of his yard was pretty amusing. As much made Ariana laugh as he spoke. Somehow, it was hard to imagine him being too grumpy, but she’d only just met him. “Glad to hear the landscape is safe,” she said grinning widely, “Thankfully we made it and things are back to normal… Well, I guess as normal as it gets here anyway. No one can say it’s boring here, that’s for damn sure.” She leaned into the back of the booth and felt happy to know that Winston had people who clearly adored them in their life. They deserved nothing less. In the short time they’d been friends, Winston had been nothing short of supportive and found ways to make her laugh when she was upset. “I think they’re just such a good person. It makes it easy to get along with and trust them. Sometimes when you meet people you just know, huh? Sounds like it worked out perfectly with you, too.” It was easy to laugh over the vampire watermelons now that she replaced her combat boots. She had been a little salty about that part at first. “Probably because it’s White Crest and nothing is too far-fetched. But yeah, I smashed the one that destroyed my fave combat boots and they blew one up. It was a bonding experience. Worth the loss of my shoes because we got to be upfront with each other about things we probably would’ve kept a secret.” Ariana had been picking at her fries when Ricky mentioned being colorblind. She instantly perked up and tried to subtly sniff to pick up on his scent. It definitely wasn’t wolfy, she would have noticed as much right away. He smelled more like the ocean. “Wait…,” she whispered, taking a look around them, “Colorblind? You don’t smell like a wolf. You smell more like the ocean. Are you…” She had trailed off before she realized that was probably way too blunt, “Ah, crap, sorry. I got a little weird there. I’m colorblind, too.” She tried to play it off and nervously tucked her hair behind her ear, shifting back to what he had asked her. “But yeah, senior year. I just started up a carpentry apprenticeship so that’ll be post-graduation life for me. Don’t really feel into the whole college thing. What about you? Do you go to UMWC with Winston?”

Ariana talked a million miles an hour and it was honestly somewhat comforting. Ricky enjoyed listening to the stories about her misadventures with Winston and vampire watermelons and the mishap that led to the destruction of her favorite pair of combat boots. It was something of a twist though, when she mentioned that Winston had blown one of them up and the twist got even twistier when she made a comment about the way he smelled. The first twist could have been, maybe, explained away. Winston was after all an at least tangential member of the Police Department. Blowing things up could have been in reference to some explosives they’d procured and not their innate magical ability. But the comments about his smell, particularly when coupled with her comment about how he didn’t smell wolfy, made him set his fork down and wipe burger off of his face, “Holy shit did I collect another werewolf friend?” His mouth quirked into half a smile as he leaned across the table, “Are there just a million of you around town?” He idly chewed a french fry and looked at the young woman across the table. “It’s funny. All of the rest of you I’ve met have said the same thing. That I smell like the ocean. Which makes sense I guess… it’s where I was born.” He resumed his burger, cutting off a piece and making sure it was properly laden with mushrooms and swiss cheese. “Carpentry apprenticeship though, that’s dope af. I’m a woodworker by trade. Who’re you apprenticing with? Maybe you can do an independent study with me. It’d be boring…. But…. I’d cook you a good lunch as part of it.” The burger disappeared rapidly, and then all Ricky was left with was a small mountain of fries, which he liberally covered in hot sauce. “Me? I’m about two months from graduating with my MFA, which was an entirely unnecessary degree, but then I’ll be done there. And to be perfectly honest with you; a lot of people look down their noses at apprenticeships and trade schools but there’s always going to be a need for skilled manual labor; and a lot of times those jobs pay a lot better than anything a Bachelor’s in Science is going to get you. If you know carpentry is something you’re into I fully support not pouring thousands upon thousands of dollars into a broken educational system and just doing an apprenticeship. People are always going to need carpenters.”

Prior to mentioning it, there had been no doubt in Ariana’s mind that he’d known about the supernatural. After all, Winston had mentioned giant crabs that had a name she couldn’t remember destroying their living room, but it was still a relief that Ricky caught on to her drift quickly, albeit without answering all of her questions, but they’d get there. The fact he had multiple werewolf friends did pique her interest. She knew Ulfric, Lucas, and Simon. Plus, she knew of Miles. Still, it’d be nice to have some friends like her who were closer to her in age range. Her head tilted as she looked at him and said in a hushed tone, “Looks like you did! Wait, you know other werewolves? I’ve only met a few in town so far.” She let out a hushed laugh before shoving a few more fries in her mouth. Her eyes were still kind of wide when she quietly added, “Must be true then. Goes with the whole beach bro aesthetic. You were born on the beach? Do you… I’m sorry if this is kind of blunt, but are you able to shift, too?” How she didn’t pick up on the subtle difference in his scent sooner was driving her crazy. Maybe her manners weren’t entirely intact, but her curiosity often got the better of her. As she polished off her burger, Ricky was talking about how he was a woodworker. It was official, Ricky was fucking awesome. “Wait, seriously? That’s so cool. How long have you been doing that? My apprenticeship is at Trusty Wood, but yeah, an independent study sounds great. I doubt I’d be bored. I find working with my hands to actually be kind of relaxing. Plus, the promise of a good lunch is hard to turn down,” she finished with a smirk. She wasn’t sure if it was a wolf thing or an athlete thing, but she was nearly always hungry. She picked at the rest of her french fries as he spoke about school. It was kind of nice to hear someone validate her choice to skip out on college, even if they went themselves. “That’s awesome. I guess it’s a bit early for a congratulations, but I’m gonna throw it out there anyway. A degree is a good thing to have so more power to you. The money thing is a factor, but honestly, I just really can’t imagine going through more school. I’m dyslexic and colorblind so schoolwork kind of makes my brain feel like it’s a melted pile of goo. I’d just rather dive right into something I know I actually enjoy. I will miss soccer though.”

“You’re now the third one I’ve met. So I guess I don’t know a million of them. But; now more than a couple. Now I’ve got a neat little three of a kind in my social acquaintances.” It was always nice to meet another shifter; particularly as he’d found the werewolves he did know in town to all be excellent friends. “Not on the beach. In the ocean.” He chewed thoughtfully on another french fry as Ariana asked her question, shooting her a smile, “I am. Different than you. I’m an at will shifter, I don’t need the moon. I just need to have my true skin and I can change back into my true form. I’m a selkie. A seal shifter. We’re a little more rare in these parts than you and your kind are; most of the big clans are still over on the British Isles, but, I can shift indeed… and to simplify the every fucking complicated dance of not telling people things they shouldn’t know I”ll let you know right off the bat that Winston knows what I am. There was an awkward moment after we moved in together when he came home unexpectedly, I didn’t have my fake teeth in, and he caught sight of my fangs. Our teeth are always seal teeth even in our human bodies.” The conversation shifted tack yet again to her impending apprenticeship, “Well if you ever wanna hang out in the workshop for a day or two just clear it with your new boss and I’ll be happy to have you tag along and see the kind of work I do. I know at least for me personally as an artist I always love watching people work because I always learn at least one thing that I had no idea about before.” He shrugged broadly, “It’s fine. It’s definitely not something I needed. But I’ve got it now so it’s there to hang on the wall in my studio and look smug about or something. And that’s fair. I was lucky enough to get a whole heap of scholarships; but really I did not excel in college. I’m not that booksmart, as much as Winston likes to lecture me about various types of intelligences, and it was a fucking struggle. I’m certainly not graduating on the dean’s list. But i bet there’s a community soccer team you could be involved in. Or you could start one.”

“Huh, that’s about how many I’ve met so far, too. I can definitely smell that there’s more. Which hopefully doesn’t sound totally creepy,” Ariana responded with a laugh. Navigating the world through smell seemed a lot less weird once someone knew you were a werewolf. After all, that’s how wolves in the wild worked. As Ricky explained what he was, Ariana stared at him completely fascinated. She’d never met a selkie before. She was pretty sure she’d heard them mentioned in one of Celeste’s books, but meeting one in person was totally different. She instinctively leaned forward on her elbows, taking in every word. “Wow,” she said completely in awe, “That’s pretty fucking cool. You’re the first selkie I’ve met. That must be pretty cool to have control of when you shift. I love the full moon. That’s actually where the venison I made came from. Apparently with practice, I can learn to shift outside the full moon, but haven’t really tried as much yet. Probably wouldn’t be the best idea right now anyway. Thanks for skipping that whole dance. Winston also knows what I am. They’re definitely really understanding for still being new to all of this.” She nodded along as Ricky explained about her being able to come watch him in his workshop. Learning new ways of doing things and see how he worked could definitely be helpful for her learning the trade and making it her own. “Totally,” she responded, “I’ll check with Shiloh and see if that’d be okay. I’d definitely love to see your work and how you do it.” It felt a little better to know school was tough for him, too. Everyone around her always seemed to have a much easier time with things, where as she needed an army of math tutors just to pass Algebra. “Even if it was tough, you still did it, so that’s amazing. Glad it’s not just me who struggles with the book learning thing. Winston’s right though, we’ve all got our things. You’re right, I’ll have to look into it more. I may be working a soccer camp for elementary school kids this summer.It’s not a full time thing and I figured it could help me stick with that hobby.”

“I mean I don’t know how much of this is fact and how much of this is me still drooling over the cast of Teen Wolf years later but don’t you guys have packs? Like we have clans? Makes sense that where there’s one there’d be more than a handful unless they’re taking the whole ‘lone wolf’ thing real seriously.” He polished off the last of his french fries and looked forlornly down at the empty plate before ordering another basket of them when the waitress came by the table to refill their drinks. “We’re not super common. But yeah. I’ve got to do it like once a week otherwise I’ll start to get sick, but, I can pretty much pick and choose when I do it. Downsides are I’m every vampire’s favorite treat. Oh! Since we’re no longer pretending to be human! It wasn’t a car accident that fucked me up like this. Winston and I got attacked by an asanbosam. Fugly ass West African tree vampire. Nasty fucking piece of work that one. It’s dead though, so, no worries.” The fries came and he pushed them to the center of the table so they could both snack on them, “Once I’m healed up and graduated I’ll pretty much be in there full time. But yeah. If Shiloh says it’s chill swing by the house and see me. You me and Winston can have lunch and we’ll get you hands on with some carpentry stuff the way I do it.” Listening carefully as she talked he couldn’t help but remember his own high school experience. It sounded remarkably similar to what Ariana had gone through “Maybe it’s a shifter thing” He laughed quietly, “We’re bad at school but good with our hands. But soccer camp sounds amazing. You could even look into like helping coach kids’ teams during the school year. I’m sure they need help year round wrangling a bunch of hopped-up-on-juice-and-sugar kids. There’re definitely a bunch of ways to keep you involved in the soccer after high school, you just gotta search them out a bit.”

“Weirdly enough, I’ve never watched that show so I couldn’t tell you how true to form it is. Wolves do form packs though. I was really young when my parents died so I didn’t grow up around other wolves. Slowly starting to find a pack here so to speak. I think it’s more a matter of us finding each other than anything else. Which the nose helps with that one a lot. That’s cool you guys have clans. Sticking together is always smart,” Ariana responded in a low voice, still being sure to not attract any unwanted attention. Thankfully, the restaurant wasn’t too busy and they were off towards the back. Last thing they needed was to tip some asshole hunter off. When he mentioned they weren’t common, it made sense she’d never met one previously. She had finished off her own plate and pushed it toward the side of the table with all her napkins and silverware stacked on it to make it a little easier for the server. “Well, it’s pretty fucking cool to meet a selkie. That kinda makes sense though, having to shift to avoid feeling sick. Cool to be able to pick and choose when. Oh jeez, that’s not the kind of snack you want to be. I remember Winston mentioning the tree vampire thing. That was how they got hurt, too, right? Hopefully there aren’t more of those roaming around because hard pass on all of that. Glad you survived that though.” The prospect of learning from Ricky was exciting and she hoped Shiloh would be cool with it. She wasn’t sure why she wouldn’t be. It’d only make her better at her job. Plus, Ricky was cool as hell and she really wanted to see him in action. “Yeah, I hope the healing thing happens for you sooner rather than later. I know not being able to get out as much can suck. There’s only so much entertainment streaming services can provide. I’m sure she’ll be cool with it though. That sounds like a great day to me.” She nodded along as he spoke and finished off her iced tea. When Ricky mentioned the shifter thing, she found herself laughing too. “It must be. Makes me feel a little better about the number of tutors I needed to pass Algebra. I’m pretty excited about the soccer camp. I’ve never really done anything like that before, but I love kids and soccer, so I think it’ll be a good time. That’s a really good idea though, I’ll have to look into that. I know you mentioned the Swim Team before, I imagine you have to keep up with swimming all things considered. Where here is actually safe to swim is what I’d like to know.”

“I hope it’s not really true to form because it makes packs seems like a weirdly queerbaity incestuous mess. But. Tyler Posey is hot and so I watched the whole thing. Don’t judge.” He smiled as they finished off the food and leaned back in the booth, crossing his arms carefully over his very sore chest, “I think they killed the only one. We’d be finding literal piles of human skin under trees if there were more lurking around and I haven’t heard anything about that so hopefully they’re gone for good. Because they’re some gross ass bitches.” It was nice to just sit and have a meal with someone without any expectation. They just sat and talked and it was the most relaxed Ricky had honestly felt since the whole asanbosam incident. “Doesn’t matter how many tutors it took. Just matters that you stuck with it long enough to actually pass. That’s the important thing. It was tough and it was hard but you weren’t a little bitch about it. That’s that good good character building shit right there.” It wasn’t any stretch of the imagination to think that Ariana would be a great soccer coach. Between her personable manner and her readily-apparent love of the game she’d probably crush it. “Fuck yeah. Go for it. There’s no reason you have to stop doing what you love because you’re graduating. You just turn it into an adult hobby and start charging people. Bing bang boom you’ve got some income and you’re a civic-minded resident of the town!” He couldn’t help but snort at her question about safe swimming, “An indoor pool. Don’t ever go swimming in Dark Score lake. You will die. Pretty immediately. The ocean is full of borderline upsetting shit too.” He pulled up the side of his shirt to show the very large bite mark on the side of his stomach, “Mermaids. You don’t wanna fuck with those bitches. They are mean.”

“A little less like that. Given all the other wolves I know are men that are a fair deal older than me. I mean, I’m bi, but still don’t think it’s quite like that,” Ariana laughed as she mused on the similarities between some teen show and actual life as a werewolf. Somehow she had the feeling none of the shows were really spot on. It was good to hear that there was likely only one tree vampire in White Crest and it was dead. “Thank god, I’m tough, but I really didn’t want to run into one of those things. They sound vicious af and no thanks,” she leaned back a bit into the booth and added, “But like, totally glad you both live to tell the tale. Still, fuck that thing.” Her smile was wide as she listened to him basically pep her up. Getting to hang out with Ricky was pretty cool, not that she doubted Winston’s taste in friends, but he was just an all around good dude. Just the kind of positivity she needed in her life right about now. “Thanks, definitely wasn’t totally a little bitch about. Doesn’t mean there wasn’t some complaining though,” she said with a laugh, “But I do appreciate the hype.” As the waitress came back by and asked if they wanted dessert, she shook her head no and thanked her as she left the check. Turning back to Ricky, she found she was still as cheerful as ever. Man, he really was a super sweet person. His profile description of being thicc of heart and ass had been spot on. “You right, you right. I can still do something I love as a hobby and make some money off it. Plus, contributing to the community and working with kids is always a good time.” She crossed her arms and pouted slightly at the swimming advisory. White Crest was her kind of place, but she’d rather not become giant monster fish food, so she guessed she’d have to skip the swimming. “Well, damn, okay White Crest. Guess I gotta find a gym with an indoor pool then.” Her mouth dropped at the mark on the side of his stomach, “Jeez, a mermaid did that? So I’m guessing The Little Mermaid really isn’t accurate then.”

Sliding his card across the table onto the bill that the waitress had left Ricky shot her a gleaming smile as she took the card and left, “I’m glad that actual pack dynamics aren’t the same as that show. That’d be….. Highly dysfunctional.” He couldn’t help but laugh a little as she talked about The Little Mermaid, “No. They’re more like….. Horrific nightmare angler fish. They have a lure that looks super convincingly like a human. They then use it to trick people into thinking someone’s drowning and then when they swim out to rescue them… boom. Eaten by a gross ass mermaid. I know the Rec Center out on Birch Lane has a pretty decent pool. If you’re fine with the sound of children screaming and some truly impressive levels of chlorine.” His card was returned and he signed the bottom of the receipt, leaving a large tip and ignoring the phone number scrawled at the bottom next to a smiley face, “If you need someone to sketch you uniform designs for your new kids’ soccer team I’m totally available for that. I can do some adorable fuckin’ cartoon designs that’ll make your team the envy of the surrounding area.” Gingerly sliding himself out of the booth he held an arm out to Ariana, “This was definitely the most fun I’ve had having cheeseburgers in a long time. Plus… I made another shifter friend! Best dinner date ever.”

With a smile, Ariana thanked Ricky for dinner. Making a new friend, especially someone else who was a shifter, had been a great time. Though the description of mermaids was mildly terrifying. Ariel sounded way more fun to hang out with. “Big yikes,” she remarked, “That is definitely not what I imagined at all. I will keep my swimming to the Rec Center or out of White Crest entirely. Thankfully, I’m more of a runner than a swimmer. Not that there’s not things in the woods that would probably want to eat me, but I’m pretty scrappy.” She relaxed in the booth as Ricky signed the receipt and mentioned his drawing skills. “You’re just a man of many talents, huh? I’ll totally let you know if I need to design anything like that. I have a meeting soon with like, the full details on that.” She smiled easily getting up from the booth and taking Ricky’s arm. “Same here,” she said happily as they walked out, “Can’t beat cheeseburgers and new shifter friends. We’re definitely doing this again soon.”

#cheeseburger in paradise #ricky #wickedswriting

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k-popsicle · 4 years

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“Honey?”

His voice sounds so deep as it reverberates off the walls of the almost empty freezer. The only part of him that you can see is his strong shoulder blades bathed in the dim light coming from the open door. As you walk closer to him, the cold, frozen air hits your flushed cheeks. It’s crazy how just one word from his lips can make the blood rush to your face. When you don’t respond, he peeks his head around the metal door and smiles at you, his sweet dimples making their appearance.

“I missed you, Honey,” he says.

You love when he calls you that. To the rest of the world and even to you, Honey is his name, so when he refers to you with that sweet word, it makes you feel like you belong to him even more.

“I missed you more, Joo,” you say, barely able to get the words out; you feel a rush of amazement at the fact that this man is yours. The feeling hits you so hard you can barely stand. He looks you up and down so long that you start to feel a little self conscious. You’re sure you look like a mess after your 40 minute commute home. His eyes continue to gaze over your whole body. He lifts his hand and with his forefinger and middle finger, he beckons you to him.

“Holy shit,” you think as his eyes go dark. You walk towards him, the only sounds that can be heard is the click of your heels and the pounding of your heart. Once you get within his reach, he lifts his left hand to your cheek. His hand is warm, so the shock of the cold ring on his finger makes you suck in your breath.

“What babe?” he said, “did you forget that I wear this now?” He laughs.

How could you forget, your wedding was the best day of your life.

“No, but it has been 3 weeks since I’ve seen and touched you,” you say as you reach your hands out and rub them down his chest. He had been on his world tour with Monsta X and though you support his time with his brothers, you’re so glad he is finally home. You feel his skin shiver under your touch; his eyes are still intent on your figure, his stare starting to effect you so you try to pull his attention off of your body.

“Sorry that there isn’t much to eat in the freezer, I can order in for us if you’re hungry,” you say with concern in your voice.

“The only thing I want to taste is you, baby.”

Suddenly, his lips touch down to meet yours with a sweet peck and just as quickly, his mouth is gone. You open your eyes as his hand drops from your cheek. He turns around and you can see him rummaging through the freezer for something. With his back towards you he commands, “take your clothes off.”

You immediately comply, as you stand there in nothing but your neon pink bra and thong. It feels like he is searching forever so you start to get impatient.

“What are you looking for? I thought you weren’t hungry? Besides there’s only, like, three things in there,” you say, the anticipation heavy in your voice. You cross your arms and huff.

He turns around to face you and your arms fall back to your side. He is standing there with a bitten off piece of watermelon popsicle between his lips; its already started to melt and sticky liquid is running down the right side of his puffy lips. You put your hand out to wipe it away but before you can, he drops to his knees. A shiver runs through your body as a mix of ice cold and hot breath can be felt on your stomach. You look down to see his lust-filled eyes looking up at you. His bright pink popsicle stained lips and tongue are working their way up from your navel to the underside of your bra. You throw your head back and let out the breath you had been holding in. His hands are making their way up your back until they rest on the nape of your neck. Gripping your hair, he pulls your mouth to his, his lips enveloping yours. He tastes like himself, only sweeter. His body pushes yours up against the smooth, cold refrigerator door, but you don’t flinch as the cold is a sweet relief for your overheated body. Kissing him is the best kind of high. Reluctantly, you pull away and your eyes meet his. His lips are pouting since he doesn’t know why you stopped. You arch your back away from the refrigerator so you can turn around to open the freezer door. You feel him slouch behind you, pressing his cheek between your shoulder blades, his ragged breaths are in time with your heartbeat. Only you can make him crazy like this. Your eyes search the freezer until you find what you were looking for; the leftover popsicle is still on it’s stick, hastily thrown to the bottom of the freezer. You quickly pick it up and pull it from its wrapper, popping it into your mouth. As you move to turn around, his face leaves your body and he stands upright. Once you’re facing him, you suck on the popsicle, letting it melt and run down your chin.

“Me next,” he growls.

As you take a step towards him, filling the space between you, the popsicle drips onto your chest. He grabs you, dropping his head and absorbs the pink liquid with his tongue, his hands reach behind you to undo the bra you’re wearing and it falls to the floor in a heap.

“I want you,” you say as you drop to your knees.

He reaches down and pulls the remaining popsicle from your mouth to put it into his.

“You only have room for me, babe,” he says.

Your crimson painted fingernails dig into his thighs as you take him in your mouth. He curses to himself and throws his head back. You love making him feel this way. The taste of watermelon fills your senses. He says your name as you feel his body tense up.

In a gruff voice he says, “I want the rest of you, right now”.

You sit back on your knees, your sweaty palms planted on the cold, wood floor. He drops down to his knees so you are facing each other. With the popsicle stick still in his mouth, he smirks at you and lets it fall to the floor.

“Damn, you’re beautiful,” he says breathlessly.

He plucks you up and sits you on his lap. You dig your fingers into his hair showing him how much you want him. He tilts his head back, giving you access to his neck. He knows you like kissing his neck just as much as he enjoys having your mouth there. You trace your tongue from his collarbone up to his jaw.

“Baby,” is the only thing he can get out.

You smile as you drag your tongue, tracing your way back down and he shivers. You feel his fingers tracing their way along the top of the lace around your waist. Then they dive below, giving you exactly what your body has been begging for. His fingers feel like heaven between your legs.

“Why are these still on?” he asks, lifting your ass up to pull the underwear down to your ankles. In one swift motion, he pushes your body to the floor so you’re flush with the grey hardwood. He holds both of your ankles in his hands and with his mouth, takes the pink lace between his teeth and slowly pulls the fabric off- tossing it to the side. “Much better,” he says, looking at you with those big dark eyes.

“This man,” you think to yourself, “is everything.”

“What?” He asks reading your mind, he knows you so well.

“Nothing, it’s just... I can’t believe you’re mine.”

“Better get used to it,” he says, glancing at the diamond on your finger. He kisses both of your ankles and slowly makes his way down to your thighs. His hair tickles the inside of your legs. You moan as his tongue makes it’s way to your center. You aren’t sure if it’s because he’s a rapper, but his mouth does things to you that you didn’t think were possible. You moan again, this time biting your lip to try and control the sound. You yell out his name as the world melts around you, just like the pink popsicle making a puddle on the floor.

#kpop smut #jooheon #joohoney #monsta x #monsta x jooheon #kpop scenarios #honey #jooheon monsta x

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jj-lynn21 · 4 years

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Plastic and Glass: Rocker Axel ch 5

Ch 1 ch 2 ch 3 ch 4 ch 6 ch 7

Warnings: angst, dash of Daddy Kink

music Dolly Trauma = Zeigeist’s sound

Painting of Axel by @hiddlelecki

The night is barely cooler than the day. The air in the club is smoky and humid. Even though the air conditioning is on the body heat of the patrons makes it seem not to be. Stephanie wears a short baby pink pleated skirt with a black half t-shirt and Axel was in a grey mess tank with black cargo pants as they entered Club Hostel. Bottles and glasses clinked as the patrons drank their weekly worries away or just drank to ease their inhibitions so that they could have a good time.

Axel’s arm was around Stephanie protectively as he glanced around the room of heathens. Stephanie turned to him and padded her nose. A sign she had to powder her nose, in other words use the ladies’ room. Axel nodded. She left his side. He watched her carefully walk through the crowd towards the electric blue and pink sign that said restroom. Todd had come over to talk to him about the set list but Axel barely paid attention until Stephanie was out of his sight.

“Yeah, that sounds cool,” Axel answered. “Just tape the set list on the floor in front of my mic and I’ll sing whatever.”

“We headline tonight so don’t go on for two hours,” Todd reminded Axel.

“Merch table set up with our shit?” Axel asked.

“Yeah, Tyson and Drake are manning it,” Todd said. “Only two of us can fit back there at a Time. I thought I would switch out with Drake or Tyson next hour and you and Stephanie can hangout back there selling after our set. Or you two can go next hour.”

Axel nod’s watching for Stephanie to come back, “We’ll take last shift. That’s cool.”

“Hey, Axel.” Bella and Albre walked up to him and Todd.

Axel was not sure which girl spoke to him. He just nodded a hello. He was distrustful of Bella. And he did not really know the other girl, other than seeing her around at shows.

“I have a surprise for you,” Bella smirked.

“Yeah, what,” Axel said puzzled.

“It is more of a who,” She swings Lisa out in front of her and Albre.

“Hey big guy,” Lisa coos.

Axels eyes widen, “Lisa?”

She jumps on Axel wrapping herself around him. She kisses him.

Lisa’s lips still test of watermelon sugar. She still smells of vanilla and patchouli. Axel closes his eyes as the fuzzy memories flood back. He does not put his arms around her or reciprocate the kiss with anything deeper. He pushes her off him in seconds.

Stephanie had come back as, from her point of view, the two were kissing with their eyes closed intensely. She stared stunned for a moment. When Axel pushed Lisa away, Stephanie stepped to her punching her right in the nose.

Bella glared at Stephanie, “I told you Axel would hurt you, but you didn’t listen. You can’t hold back a first love.”

“Did you bring her here Bella!” Stephanie screamed getting in Bella’s face. “I will deal with what I saw Axel doing but did you bring her, you Bitch.”

“I didn’t fucking force him to kiss her,” Bella screamed back. “I told you things would end badly.”

Albre held a napkin on Lisa’s bleeding nose. Lisa was coming around from the punch she took.

“Fuck you,” Stephanie Screamed. “You brought her…”

Axel pulled Stephanie way from the girls. She pushed him away as hard as she could. His eyes looked hurt.

“Get the fuck off of me Axel,” She ran outside to crumble in peace.

“I don’t know what Bella told you Lisa, but I barely remember being with you and that is all my past,” Axel gritted his teeth trying to be cordial. “Now if you excuse me, I have to fucking beg my girl’s forgiveness because you fucking girls can’t deal with change.” He spit in their direction and walked out.

Stephanie is sitting by the side of the building with her knees up to her chest. Tears stream her face as she tries to think of what to do next. Axel walks over to her squatting down in front of her balancing on the balls of his feet. He reaches out for her hand. She pushes his hand off her knee.

She keeps her head down between her knees and body, “Take me back to the apartment, Axel.”

“Come on Baby, stay,” Axel pleads. “Don’t let those Bitches ruin our night. I need my muse right in front of the stage looking up at me with those beautiful doe eyes of yours.”

“Stop acting like kissing another girl is no fucking big deal,” She looks up screaming at him.

The surprise of her screaming knocked him back on his ass. He jumped up bridging over her with his palms against the wall. “Stephanie, she jumped me. I pushed her off me.” He pounded the wall with his fists. “Fuck fuck fuck…I don’t have feeling for someone I really never knew five years ago. Just believe me Stephanie. Don’t let my past rip us apart. I love you my pretty girl. Please don’t stop loving me over her.”

Stephanie stands between Axel’s arms. Stray tears drip down her cheeks. Axel looks at her pensive.

“Tell me we are we going to be alright Stephanie?” He wipes the tears from under her eyes.

Stephanie wraps her arms around him burying her face in his chest. Tears starting up again thinking about how Bella betrayed her. Thinking about how she reacted by punching Lisa when Bella was the one that deserved at least a black eye. She wondered if Bella could get banned from shows. She supposed that was not reasonable. She was embarrassed about her own reaction to the situation also. But her voice wouldn’t work to tell Axel right now.

Axel holds her as he strokes her hair. “I love you more than anything my pretty baby girl.” He looks around to see if anyone else is around. There is no one. “Do you want Daddy to cancel his show tonight.”

She shakes her head no against him.

“Are you ready to go inside,” Axel kept his voice calmer than he felt. He will get all his emotions out of stage. “Daddy will get you one of those pineapple rum and coke drinks you like.”

She looks up, lip quivering, “Thank you, Daddy.”

“That’s my pretty girl.” Axel crushes her lips with his as he pushes her back against the wall. His large hands covering her face. The kind of kiss only the women he loves gets. “Daddy loves you. You remember we don’t share that with others, right?”

“Yes, Daddy,” She managed to smile a little.

They walk back into the club. Stephanie hides her face against Axel as they go to the bar. He orders her a pineapple rum and coke, mouths extra strong. He isn’t trying to get her drunk. He just wants her to relax so she can enjoy the music like she usual does. Hate breed is performing on stage as Axel and Stephanie find a leather couch in the back of the bar to sit on. Its roped off for band members only right next to the merchandise table.

Todd and Drake are working the merchandise table. Tyson is chatting up a girl he brought to the private area. They sit on the love seat. As Stephanie sips her drink Axel holds her on his lap lightly stroking her back with one hand. His other hand rests between her knees.

“Hey Todd,” Axels yells. “Toss me one of those bottled waters behind you. We’re up next, right?”

Todd tosses Axel the water bottle, “About an hour but yeah, we’re up next.”

Axel catches the bottle in mid-air even with the slight over-throw.

“Nice right hook, Steph” Tyson said. “Those chicks left. Bella was drunk off her ass as usual. This is Elizabeth.”

Axe nods to the girl in acknowledgement. Stephanie did the same with a small polite smile.

“I would have decked her too,” Elizabeth said. “Good riddance to bad rubbish.” She said in a cockney accent.

They all laughed at the accent. And agreed.

Tyson looked at his girl, “She is a theater major. A musician and actress, a perfect combination.” Elizabeth giggles.

When Zeigeist takes the stage, Stephanie is right in her spot of praise. Rick and Peter the bass player and lead guitar for Hate breed stand around her for protection in case the mosh pit expands. Zeigeist performs Alastis, Stitch and several other songs from their three self-produced CDs. Stephanie sing along loudly. The crowd cheers for each and every song even yelling out what they what to hear. Since that really annoys Axel, he never sings what the crowd wants even if its on the set list. He skips it. Axel ended the show by himself on stage with a guitar performing Stephanie.

#axel cluney #rocker axel #axel and stephanie #original story #fan fiction #angst #love story #bill skarsgard #bill skarsgard smut

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chardwic · 4 years

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@that-anxious-blonde tagged me to answer all these questions, which took forever but was also a lot of fun :)

1. Do you prefer writing with a black pen or a blue pen? black

2. Would you prefer to live in the country or in the city? I grew up in the country, but I now live in the city in an apartment. I like it better personally.

3. If you could learn a new skill, what would it be? I started guitar lessons when I was younger, but I only know one song. I wish I could just become familiar enough to play it.

4. Do you drink your tea/coffee with sugar? I only drink iced tea and sometimes I make it with sugar.

5. What was your favourite book as a child? I loved the Nancy Drew series and The Boxcar Children.

6. Do you prefer baths or showers? showers

7. If you could be a mythical creature, which one would you be? I would like to be a mermaid. I love being in water and the ability to breathe underwater would be awesome.

8. Paper or electronic books? both - I love paper books. I like to put them on my shelf and feel them. However, there are times when the quickest way to access a book is purchasing it on an ebook.

9. What is your favourite item of clothing? t-shirts - I especially love graphic tees.

10. Do you like your name? Would you like to change it? I'm used to Candice now. I don't know anything I'd like to change it to.

11. Who is a mentor to you? I would say it more like a role model. That was my grandmother before she passed away. We worked together for several years, and she taught me a lot. I did most of my personal growth under her.

12. Would you like to be famous? If so, what for? I would love to be a best selling author tbh.

13. Are you a restless sleeper? For sure. I literally toss and turn ALL NIGHT. I wake up wrapped in my comforter with the sheet hanging off the bed.

14. Do you consider yourself to be a romantic person? I love the idea of romance, reading romantic books, watching romantic movies, and shipping. However, for myself, I'm not overly romantic. I don't really have feelings for anyone right now. I don't particularly like to date. Idk how to explain it.

15. Which element best represents you? Definitely the water element. Not just because I like being in water, but it is also the element associated with my zodiac. I'm pretty easygoing, intuitive, private and creative.

16. Who do you want to be closer to? There are some people in my past that I wish I was still close to but distance and time have made that hard.

17. Do you miss someone at the moment? Due to coronavirus I am working from home, and I miss my coworkers. They are like family.

18. Tell us about an early childhood memory. When I was probably 4 or 5, I got to ride on an elephant.

19. What is the strangest thing you have eaten? I had calamari once and then never again.

20. What are you most thankful for? My family. My mom and my sister are my one constant in life.

21. Do you like spicy food? Not really because I have a very sensitive stomach.

22. Have you ever met someone famous? Rick Riordan at a book reading.

23. Do you keep a diary or journal? I hadn't since I was a kid, but I started again during the pandemic. I wanted to remember everything that I was feeling and thinking as well as what was going on in the world.

24. Do you prefer to use pen or pencil? pen

25. What is your star sign? scorpio

26. Do you like your cereal crunchy or soggy? crunchy

27. What would you want your legacy to be? That I helped as many people as I could while on Earth.

28. Do you like reading? What was the last book you read? I love reading. It's my favorite thing to do. The book I finished a few hours ago was Dirty Charmer by Emma Chase.

29. How do you show someone you love them? Since I have a degree in psychology people trust me to listen and help them when they need it, so I just try to be there for them. I also like to craft and bake for people. I take care of others more than I do myself.

30. Do you like ice in your drinks? yes

31. What are you afraid of? Oof, I'm afraid of the dark, snakes, spiders, roaches, and rats. But mostly I'm just afraid of being afraid.

32. What is your favourite scent? I love watermelon lemonade and lavender.

33. Do you address older people by their name or surname? First name usually, but sometimes nicknames are last names so then I would use that.

34. If money was not a factor, how would you live your life? I would definitely go traveling. There are so many places I would love to go.

35. Do you prefer swimming in pools or the ocean? The pool. There aren't usually creatures in the pool then can sting and/or bite me. Let's just say I've had encounters with sharks and jellyfish.

36. What would you do if you found $50 on the ground? I would see if someone dropped it. If no one claims it, I'll keep it in my purse until I see someone in need of it.

37. Have you ever seen a shooting star? Did you make a wish? No, I don't think so.

38. What is one thing you would want to teach your children? How to be kind. How to treat other people with respect and acceptance.

39. If you had to have a tattoo, what would it be and where would you get it? I want to tattoo of a double heart (in white ink) on the inside of my right wrist.

40. What can you hear right now? The sound of my fan running.

41. Where do you feel the safest? In my apartment with my family.

42. What is one thing you want to overcome/conquer? I want to overcome my anxiety and depression which hold me back from reaching for new things and interacting with other people.

43. If you could travel back to any era, what would it be? 19th Century England. When Jane Austen was writing.

44. What is your most used emoji? 💜

45. Describe yourself using one word. empathetic

46. What do you regret the most? I regret waiting so long to sever ties with my father. The longer I waited the more damage he did. I was concerned about hurting him even though he clearly didn't have those concerns about me.

47. Last movie you saw? Indiana Jones and The Kingdom of the Crystal Skull

48. Last tv show you watched? New Girl

49. Invent a word and its meaning. That's going to take more mental energy than I have right now. Sorry to disappoint.

I am tagging @cantfightfatetoo @marthaskane @the-nerd-that-was-promised but only if you want to. It is time consuming.

#tag games #tagged #personal

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The Grim; Chapter 3

When the hellhound, no, Horse, woke up the next morning, it took him a moment to figure out that the day before hadn’t been a dream. He was still sprawled over a vast expanse of pillows, though the fire had gone out several hours earlier.

Looking around, he didn’t find Edith. He momentarily panicked before remembering she had gone through a movable part of the wall. He extracted himself from the pile and got to his feet. The wall slid back and Edith emerged, wearing a long coat made of something very, very soft looking, and slippers that reminisced of the creature he had seen out in the field.

“Morning, Horse,” Edith greeted cheerfully. “Let’s get some breakfast and then we’ll head into town, how does that sound?”

Horse wagged his tail in agreement.

It was no longer raining when they went outside, which must have been a good sign. Edith walked forward in large boots and a thick sweater and Horse trailed behind her.

Then he misstepped, and the world ended, as he was powerless to do anything but watch.

He could feel the cold embrace of death creeping up his leg, spreading through his body like a poison. He said his goodbyes to the sun and the large blue and all of the things he had learned about recently, like grass and wood and pillows.

It would come to take him any second, he was sure.

“Aww, did you step in a puddle?”

Horse blinked. And lifted his foot out of the small pool that had gathered in a pothole. To his immense surprise, it was still there.

“Come along, Horse. It’s just some water”

Testing the weight, he determined it was still functional and started to follow Edith once more. Water? Maybe he had underestimated his opponent. Apparently it not only fell from the sky but could also be gathered on the ground for unsuspecting hellhounds to fall into.

As nice as this place seemed, there was danger lurking around every corner.

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Edith was pleasantly surprised. Horse was following her without any problems and didn’t run off to sniff anything or go to chase any animals. He had accidentally stepped in a puddle and spent the rest of the walk moping, but other than that he was extremely well behaved. They would see if this continued as they entered the main road where a good portion of the shops were located.

The smell of fresh-baked bread drifted through the marketplace and Edith glanced over at the bakery. Pastries were displayed in neat little rows, including one kind with chocolate she was particularly partial to.

Breakfast had been somewhat small, and who was she to deny herself in her old age?

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The smell was back. The one he had noticed the day before and had gotten him called a bad dog. To his horror, Edith began walking in that direction, heading directly for the woman who had yelled at him. Reluctantly, Horse followed her.

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The baker watched as two familiar figures approached. Both instigated a quiet dread at the base of her stomach, for very different reasons. Edith was well known through the village, and mostly well-liked, but she had been there longer than the baker had been alive, and while she tended to be amenable, the old woman definitely had a… vicious side.

As for the second figure… the baker squinted. Was that the dog from the day before? In the morning light, it was clear that the dog’s eyes were definitely glowing red, and its claws reflected light in a strange way that suggested they were very sharp.

She opened her mouth to warn Edith of the potential danger stalking her when the old lady looked back and beckoned for it to follow.

The baker closed her mouth, because she was not a stupid woman.

Edith ordered a chocolate pastry and struck up a conversation, which the baker was only half focused on. The rest of her was focused on the dog, who appeared to be… hiding behind Edith? Or at least trying, it was considerably bigger than she was and so the effect was similar to that of someone trying to hide a watermelon behind a stick.

“I see you are interested in Horse,” Edith said.

The baker blinked. It took her a moment to connect the word to the dog.

Horse? You named that thing Horse? She considered for a minute. It fit, in a strange way.

The rest of the question caught up to her.

“Yeah, it’s huge and has red eyes, and I’m pretty sure its some kind of otherworldly creature,” she did not say.

“It’s making me rethink the ‘myth’ status of those Grim tales mothers tell their children,” she did not say.

“Bastard tried to steal my bread,” she did not say.

She did not say any of those things, because there was a hard glint in Edith’s eyes, and a concealed hint of danger in her tone, and because she wasn’t a stupid woman at all. So she went with the safe answer.

“I saw him around yesterday.”

Edith relaxed slightly and so did the baker

“Yes, poor thing got caught out in the rain so I decided to take him in.”

“Are you keeping… Horse?”

“Yes. I figure some companionship would do me good.”

The baker couldn’t argue with that. (Nor did she particularly want to.)

“You should probably get him a collar, so people know he belongs to you.” And don’t run him away with pitchforks, she added in her head.

“Yes, we’re going to visit the leatherworker after this.”

“Well, I won’t keep you any longer. Have a good day!”

“You too.”

And with that, Edith wandered off with Horse on her heels.

That dog seems oddly well trained. I wonder if he ran away from someone? Hopefully whoever it was doesn’t come looking for him.

I think I’d rather jump off a bridge than go toe to toe with Edith.

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The demon groaned as The Headache stabbed into him. He had taken to calling it The Headache instead of just a headache because it wasn’t multiple headaches. It was one that kept coming back. And it felt… targeted. The demon lightly banged his head against his desk.

Shockingly, this did not help.

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Horse continued to follow after Edith as she navigated through the streets, careful to avoid any more puddles. He was slightly less careful about running into other people, but they were all nice enough to give him a lot of room. Someone even jumped out of his way!

Edith would occasionally rope passersby into a conversation, asking about the business or the children. A few of them watched Horse out of the corner of their eye, but he figured it must be because he was new in town.

As they moved forward, Edith and horse eventually came to a building with an open door and sounds of hammering coming from inside.

“Hello Jerald,” Edith called out as she stepped inside the doorframe. Horse lingered outside for a moment before trotting in after her.

“Hullo Edith. What can I do for you?” It turned out Jerald was a fairly large man, with an apron and holding various tools that looked very similar to things used in a certain part of the afterlife.

“I need a collar for my dog.”

This made the man pause. He leaned over a little bit to get a better look at Horse, who had drifted behind Edith.

“When did you get a dog?”

“Last night.”

“Alright. What’s his name?”

“Horse.”

Jerald nodded in approval. “Makes sense. You need a leash and harness too or just the collar?”

Edith considered. “Just a collar, I think. He’s been very well behaved so far”

Jerald nodded and grabbed a measuring tape off of the shelf.

Horse tried to back away as Jerald approached, but stopped at a look from Edith.

The leatherworker took several measurements and instructed Edith to come back the next day.

Edith thanked him and both woman and hellhound set off again.

Horse almost ran straight into Edith as she stopped short, and just managed to avoid toppling her over.

When he looked up to see the reason for the sudden halt, he saw a woman that looked to be the same age as Edith, but taller and more slender, and Edith herself locked in some kind of stare-off.

“Hello, Agnes,” Edith said, in a way that could almost be interpreted as ‘pleasant’ except for the lack of anything ‘pleasant’ behind her eyes as she looked at the taller woman.

“Edith,” Agnes replied with just as much venom.

Horse wondered just what he had gotten himself into.

#gnoodle writes #no illustration on this one sorry #writing #the grim

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Cutie Reviews: TokyoTreat September 19

I can’t believe it’s been like 3 months since I last did one of these o_o I mean, it does feel like it’s been some time- but not that long. I’d blame it on Pokemon Sword, but I just got it last week so I guess I can’t. But it did partially have to do with why I was putting this box off, besides a little intimidation because I’m still getting into the swing of things again...

(Warning: melted chocolate pics inside!)

Okay, so as you guys can see for this month we got a paper, which usually only happens when there is an issue going on with an item. Well, for this month, it’s basically saying that they mislabeled the AJ Curry item in the booklet as something else.

The Lucky Treat for this month... do you guys remember? :3 this is the one I actually won! If you want to see the prizes in full detail, check out this blog post! The Prize for the contest features some Dragonball and Gintama figures and candy.

The booklet also features an article on flavors of the month, some basic Japanese, and Pocky!

Watermelon Soda & Melon Jelly DIY

For our fruity theme this month, we got a watermelon flavored soda by Kirin. The drink only contains 15kcal per 100ml, and if I understand this right, the bottle contains 480ml? I can’t really read it- and I suck at math, but that doesn’t sound too bad right?

It smells exactly like watermelon candy/artificial watermelon, and you mostly taste that while drinking it- but the after taste brings to mind a real watermelon. When I was younger I used to love watermelon flavored things, but now that I’m older I find there’s only a few I still like now, so I kinda like this. But I can’t see myself wanting to drink the entire thing either, I’ll probably share it.

Also, I like how the packaging makes it look like a watermelon.

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Our DIY item I’ve reviewed before (I’m pretty sure because I know I had it before), and because of how quick and easy it is, I didn’t see the point in making a whole separate post about it.

This is a “jelly drink“, in that it starts out liquidy when you mix it, but the more you mix and let it sit, the more... slime-like it becomes. With the color and texture it feels like you’re making a slime rather than a snackish-candy-drink; in saying that, if you’re someone who doesn’t like slimey textured food items, you probably won’t like this.

I have to admit that with its green coloring, I got a little grossed out because of what it reminded me of <_< but I assure it delicious, although light on the melon flavor. It’s also fun to make and play with.

Caramel Corn & Melon Bread Cookies

Next is the ever-so-popular Caramel Corn by Tohato. However, this pack is kind of special because its the last share pack I will be getting in this box! We weren’t supposed to get one at all, but somehow this ended up being my mystery item they included. Luckily I like caramel corn.

If you’re looking for a sweet, crispy snack then I’d recommend trying them. Each little bag of original flavor Caramel Corn is 56kcal, and they come in several flavors for all sorts of tastes, even those you might normally see in crunchy-crispy snacks; like ice cream and soda!

My only issue with these is that sometimes they’re too sweet. I’m used to the normal flavor by now after eating it so many times, but whenever I try a new flavor I can usually just eat a handful before I want something else. But they always taste good :P as long as you eat them within a few days of opening- they go stale pretty quick.

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Our next item is a melon bread cookie pack by Yaokin. These seemingly plain cookies are packed with a melon flavoring; and chocolate, as I discovered after I took the picture.

The three flavors of the melon and chocolate combined with the cookie give the entire taste a light sweetness that isn’t overwhelming. It seems dry but the thin chocolate provides a little moistness, I didn’t feel like a drink was necessary after eating one.

Mint Taiyaki & Chocolate Mint Pocky

I’ve said this countless times but for anyone new, I love mint and chocolate mint flavors~

The taiyaki (a fish-shaped cookie or cake filled with cream) I have had before, and as you can see this one came to be very beaten up. I’m not sure what happened because nothing else was mangled in the box, but I assume it could be because of the airy chocolate insides melting.

It’s still very tasty though, and as you eat it, you feel a cooling mint effect in your mouth x3 each one is 89kcal. These are by the brand Meito, and they come in several flavors so I would recommend trying one if you ever see them.

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Meanwhile, you can also see that the pocky suffered from being in the heat and kept in a box for so long. These weren’t the only thing that suffered in the box.

Anyway, these Pocky come in a 2-set pack, making them perfect for sharing or just giving to someone special or in need of a pick-me-up. The stick is chocolate, while the chocolate cream over it is mint. Per-pack, these are 165kcal.

According to the box, these are good until May, and they taste fine even in this shape. But the flavoring is very light in my opinion, so I’m not sure how I feel about them.

Gudetama Custard Chocolate & Detective Conan Chocolate Bar

Yeah... I think these 2 items got the “heat deformation“ worse than anything else in the box. Surprisingly they are also both by the brand Furuta.

The gudetama bag of chocolates consists of a small chocolate filled with a softer, creamish sort of white chocolate flavored like custard. Each one is 54kcal, and as you can see pretty messy to try to eat as a result of them melting in the packaging.

Honestly, I’m not really into these. They still taste the same as they did back when I opened the box and tried one, but I’m not really crazy about the taste; they kind of remind me of a chocolate brand I really don’t like. They’re not the worst chocolate I’ve tried though.

But I will say that just for the adorable Gudetama theme, they are still worth trying. Especially if you know someone who likes Gudetama.

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Our next item (which I know is really hard to see in this picture) is very common, because it frequently shows up in the Kawaii Box. These are the chocolate bars that are filled with wafer and chocolate cream, then coated in another layer of chocolate that resembles a log of wood. Furuta makes them for several series, like Sanrio and Disney.

This one featured a Detective Conan wrapper, but it was pretty messed up by the time I got the chocolate out, so I had to discard it. It was also strawberry-chocolate in taste, and it was very yummy! It reminds me of the Apollo strawberry chocolate, which I would also recommend trying. They’re one of the smaller, cheaper Japanese candies you can easily find on Amazon.

Watermelon Gummies & Soda Soft Candy

This box was kind of repetitive in my opinion, because here we are at another candy I’ve had before. These watermelon gummies by Kabaya came in a Kawaii Box a few months back prior to this one. The entire bag is 159kcal, and something I appreciate about them is that the pack is resealable.

I like these gummies because they’re soft, and the sweetness is very light, but you get a lot of watermelon flavor. They have a refreshing quality to them too, so I think they would make a great summer snack.

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Our next item is by Coris, and it is a soft, chewy candy stick flavored after Soda (which is comparable or also labeled as ramune, you can tell the difference between soda flavors and cola because of the coloring. Cola is usually red or brown, while soda will be blue or white). The candy consists of a chewy tube filled with tightly packed powder, both of which have soda flavoring.

Although it’s not as chewy, these remind me a lot of a Hi-Chew. It’s very tasty, and it’s smooth chewiness makes it feel really nice in the mouth x3 I really like it.

Aj Curry, Yaokin Soba, and Petit Kabuki Rice Crackers

AJ Curry is a fairly common snack you can find in various Japanese snack packs or online, as such as I’ve had it a couple times before. Each bag is 38kcal, and you get a bunch so if you’re looking for a little snack I think these would be a good choice.

I will mention that these expired back in December, but when I opened them they didn’t taste stale, although now I’m beginning to notice it. The flavor is fairly light and I would assume by the name they’re going for a curry spice flavor, which I can taste- but they also remind me a lot of Bugles.

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Also by Yaokin, we have this soba snacking noodle and puff pack, flavored after the sauce you would find on soba noodles. You can eat these as-is, or the booklet even recommends putting them on some cooked noodles. Which is something I see a lot of people do, but I never tried it myself.

These expired at the end of December, and they have a weird taste- but I’m not sure if its due to expiration or if its just how they taste. I haven’t had them for a long time. They smell really good, but they have a sort of... fishy aftertaste? To be fair though I haven’t really been a fan of these though, so I’ll probably give them to someone else who I know would like them.

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Our last item in this pic is a pack of rice crackers, and I got very excited to see these; I love rice, and I love rice snacks (especially savory ones). I really wish we got more of them!

The flavor is light with these -it reminds me of soy sauce- and they have a soft-crunch texture. I’ve had them before but I will gladly welcome them again because I really like these ♥

Wasabi Nori & Natto Umaibo

I can’t say I’m a big fan of wasabi or natto- but it’s always fun to try something new (within reason that is, there are things I never plan on eating). Our first item is this Nori (seaweed) stick similar to jerky. I have tried one of these before, but I don’t remember what flavor it was; I will say that they remind me a lot of squid though.

As much as I like eating seaweed, I can’t say this is my favorite form of it. You get the taste, but it’s pretty chewy, and honestly a little unpleasant from the wasabi flavor. It’s not terrible, but not something I would choose again.

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I love umaibo, but would you believe this one reminded me of wasabi way more than the seaweed did? I never actually tried natto before, but I do know there are like... wasabi or musardish flavoring for it from what I’ve seen. I think that’s what I taste while eating it. But it’s pretty light; this expired back in December though so that might have played a part in it.

It actually tasted really good. Nothing comparable to my favorite Umaibo flavor (corn potage), but I didn’t dislike it at all.

Fried Potato Chips & Yuzu Lemon Salt Chips

These are our last 2 items of this box. Our first item is a small pack of fry-style potato chips. They look a bit like the AJ Curry don’t they?

These don’t taste bad, but they’re pretty plain in comparison to the other items in the box. They have a light flavor, but it’s basic, nothing special. They got a nice crunch though, and they don’t taste bad. If you’re not really into unique flavors this would probably be up your alley.

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Our last item is a frequent one by Calbee we often get the pleasure of trying :3 and I mean that very sincerely, because I love their chips (I suggest trying the pepper ones if you ever see them!). They range from basic savory flavors to the more adventurous fruity ones, sweet chocolate dipped, and even some spicy ones like wasabi. But they also have basic chip flavors too.

I think I’ve tried at least 5 variants of their chips, and so far not a stinker among them. They have a high calorie count though, which is the one downside; but as long as you don’t eat them all at once or frequently, I don’t think its too bad.

Now, as I discovered from getting this box, lemon-salt is a fairly popular flavor combination. At first it sounded kind of strange to me, but it always tastes pretty good. You get the refreshing sweetness of lemon with a cut of saltiness, so there isn’t usually any sourness.

Which is exactly how you could describe these chips. They taste really good, and the flavor is a bit lighter than usual so if you’re new to it these might be a good place to start.

♥ Cutie Ranking ♥

Content - 3 out of 5. I complain about repetition a lot, and sadly this box jammed that button hard for me. Only 4 items were extremely new to me, while the rest was either the same flavors or different ones. BUT, if they had to do repeats I’m glad they were items I actually liked. I was also happy not to see a bag of kit kats. I love them but I was getting tire of them <_< and I find it ironic that even though we no longer got share pack items, I still got them from the random item! Quality - 3.5 out of 5. A fair amount of items were either expired or melted, warped chocolate but to be fair this box is about 5 months old, it’s not Tokyo Treats fault. But in saying that, I’m rating this based on the fact these items aren’t likely to hold over long, but they mostly all still taste the same/pretty good. Theme - 5 out of 5. Well I can’t say the items were fresh by the time I got to them, but they were tasty :P Total Rank: 7 out of 10. I wasn’t very happy with this heavy repetition (for me personally, I know that can’t be helped because there’s a lot of new people who can say they never had these before), but at least everything was yummy. I disliked one item out of everything, and even then it wasn’t unbearable or nasty. I also didn’t like how badly this box handled itself over time, and out of every box I got I think this one had it the worst. Usually they hold up so much better. But it didn’t ruin the box, an with next months box being Halloween based, I can’t wait to see what we get~

♥ Cutie’s Scale of Yummy ♥

1. Rice Crackers - ♥ Very very VERY yummy ♥ 2. Soda Soft Candy - Delicious ♥ 3. Chocolate Bar - I love Apollo chocolate x3 so considering this tasted like it, I really liked this one. 4. Melon Jelly Drink DIY - I usually don’t include the DIY items, but since I reviewed it here I didn’t see a point in excluding it. Very tasty, but the melon is really light.

5. Natto Umaibo - I was kind of surprised I liked this as much as I did. I wasn’t expecting to. 6. Mint Taiyaki - given its poor shape, it didn’t taste as good as my previous one did. But it was still yummy~ 7. Lemon Salt Chips - I’m not sure they’re my favorite of this brand, but I did like them. They make me think of a non-sour lemon meringue. 8. Watermelon Soda - Initially I didn’t want very much but over time I began to like it more, and it seemed to lose that artificial watermelon taste. 9. Watermelon Gummies - Sweet and soft, very refreshing. 10. Melon Bread Biscuits - Pretty tasty, and I like the chocolate cream. I feel like that added something to it. 11. Wasabi Nori - I wouldn’t choose this again, but I didn’t hate it. 12. Choco Mint Pocky - I thought I would like these a lot more, but they’re not as strong as the chocolate mint I’m used to. 13. AJ Curry - these taste fine, I never disliked them. But they were never my favorite either.

14. Gudetama Chocolate - It’s very cute in packaging but the taste wasn’t the best.

15. Fried Potato Chips - Nothing wrong with them, but they didn’t offer much.

16. Caramel Corn - don’t get me wrong, I think they’re delicious, but it’s just the same thing with these every time.

17. Yaokin Soba - I never liked this, and i still don’t.

#tokyo treat #cutie reviews

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