SignsMy Master's leash, I wear with pride,
His chains are my protection.
Signs of addiction,
I beg for his dominance,
He only pours in his control.
My Master is afraid to harm me,
His strength is sometimes underrated.
Signs of power,
I ache for his punishment.
He lets me have my cruel desire.
My Master has the softest touch,
His voice is smooth like silk and honey.
Signs of love.
I kiss his nose.
He grips the handle and holds me tight.
My Master's Bond is unbreakable,
His eyes are intense, unreadable.
Signs of possession,
I look away, feeling the heat rise to my cheeks.
He chuckles, tickling me, enjoying my squeals and squeaks.
My Master is kind and rough.
His actions are nothing I do not ask for.
Signs of respect,
I bow my head,
He claims me with warm hard bites.
As his slave, I am devoted,
My being, belongs to him.
Signs of loyalty.
He tells me: "You are mine"
I do not argue and I smile.
Only to reply. "As you are mine Sir."
Traitor. Lover. Trouble.I wanted to be the very best like no one ever was.Traitor. Lover. Trouble.5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
To catch them all had been the only test.
To train them had been my cause.
I travelled across the land, searching far and wide, but for each pokémon that I understood and their powers held inside...
I don't want to catch them all...not anymore and you probably wonder why.
Why did the Grandson of one of the most respected pokémon Professors suddenly throw it all away?
Well. I didn't throw it away completely. I wouldn't not for Red or Oak. But of course they notice now. Of course he sees my potential genius when I'm running with Team Rocket. The typical attention seeker? A sob-story. A statistic. Don't pity me. I don't want it. It amuses me how fickle you can be Grandfather...and Red. I'm doing this for you.
"Why...Green? Why?" He sounds pathetic, he knows he does too. Red looks at me, my heart rate speeds to a painful and loud beat. Damn it Red! Why do you make me feel this way!? I did this
This is who I amThis is who I am5 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Weirdo! Freak! Mad Millie! Geek! Idiot! You jumped into the pond to save the fish from drowning! Haha! Stupid! Your mother is a slut! No one sung her name did you? I feel sorry for her
I laughed away their cruel taunts. I shrugged off the pity and continued to dance, continued to chase, continued to bite, growl, ignore, run and repeat. I repeated it until I went home. Then I cried away the pain but I cannot cry away the empty longing of somewhere I could call home.
If they looked into my eyes, into the very depths of my soul what would they see?
My mind is open. My mind is wild. I see music. I see Dragons their wings flying past in the wind against an opera. The Pixies dance in the moonlit sky against the drama. The trees are alive and singing out their life breath in battle. I feel all of their power and more as I watch the music come to life. The world is black but as long as I can always find music within it, it will always be alive with color. If not the world wil
RedxGreen: FlutterRedxGreen: Flutter4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Play for me."
Green blinked, frowning a little and nudging Red over to look at him. Red's smile only widened, and then he laughed, tugging Green closer to nuzzle his hair. "C'mon, Green, don't look at me like you're confused. I said play for me."
He laughed as well, then rolled his eyes in mock annoyance, burying his face in Red's shoulder. "...But I'm comfortable," he whispered against Red's skin.
It wasn't a lie; spending a lazy afternoon with Red curled up into him like an extra blanket had to be the single most comfortable position he could be in.
He felt a sharp finger poke his side, and then Red's weight shifted off of him. He blinked again just before Red leaned in to steal a quick kiss. "Play for me."
He opened his mouth to reply, but Red was already pushing the covers off himself, letting Green enjoy the somewhat rare experience of seeing Red naked for all of about six seconds before the Champion was tugging his clothes on. Green sighed to himself, sheepishly scratching his h