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[kyrie-ray]

Just this once.

The Property of Hate

[nitw]

im still mutuals with george squares on bsky and it scares me every day

[showaboutdeath]

PSST HEY GUYS I HAVE AN RPF CONFESSION BLOG IF YOU CARE

@rpfessions

[gojosprettyprincess]

A/n wrote this at 5am so I apologize for any errors! <3 also it's poorly written but I hope you guys still like it.

Yk what fucking drives me crazy the most?

Sweet innocent looking men that treats you so well, I'm talking like he writes you cute poems, follows you around everywhere like a lost puppy and gets all flustered and shy when you want to go to Victoria secret to get new bras and panties but he still goes in with you anyways with his hand clinging onto your arm instead of just leaving because anything for you, the way his face melts into your hand whenever you'd cup his cheeks, looking at you with those innocent puppy dog eyes then he kisses your hand. Like he's just such a cutie you know? He'd let you do his makeup and let you baby him and feed him. Literally just anything you want he'd do it and lets you do. Whatever makes you happy.

And that same sweet innocent guy would have you against the wall, his strong arms holding you up, fingers digging into the soft flesh of your thighs as he slams his hips against you, each thrust pushing you higher against the wall as he let you drop back down on his fat cock after, and he's even noisier than you are, loud whimpers and groans escaping his lips as he looks at your face, feeling satisfied and happy that his thick cock is the reason for your cute fucked out expression and sweet moans that are like music to his ears. Your nails leaving long red marks on his shoulders and back that he's sooo proud of having, he loves it when you do that, it's like a reward to him for making you feel good. His big strong arms pressing your legs back even further up as your knees raised up by your shoulders, giving him a deeper angle as his cock brushed against the right spots inside you that made you see stars to the point where you can't even think straight.

"O-oh fuck! baby, need you to cum ple-ase, fuck! please, wanna see you make a mess on my cock please I'm begging you princess", his voice cracks as he whimpers it out to you. The sweet and innocent needy tone in his voice compared to his rough pounding like he fucking hates you and had to prove it was all it took for you to cream around him, nails digging deeply into his back as he's practically making out with your neck, kissing and sucking on the tender flesh, leaving a bunch of purple and red marks that's definitely going to make him all fluttered and shy when he sees them in a few hours, remembering about what happened earlier. His eyes rolling back as he feels you coating his cock with your cum and dripping all over him.

"Ngh! Oh fuck, Tha-nk you! Thank you so much, gon-na cum!". He cries out. Your toes curling as he sped up his pace, hammering his cock in a reckless pace into your poor cunt, his thick cock head kissing your cervix with each one of his deep thrusts as he greedily chases his orgasm. He made sure to have his cock so deep inside of you to the hilt so he can fill you up full of his cum as he painted your tight walls white, thick ropes of cum spurting out of his cock, stuffing your hungry cunt full as he lets out a shaky groan while planting his face in your neck. He starts breathing heavily, panting against your neck as you felt his cock twitching inside of you. And you know what? He slowly pulls it out of you, being sooo careful that he doesn't spill any cum as he grips on your thighs even tighter before getting on his knees and eating all of his cum out of your filthy stuffed cunt like the good boy he is, after all its his mess and well, yours also but he doesn't mind! he just wants to make it easier for you to clean you know? :(

Choso, Izuku, Armin, Toge, Zentisu, Kirishima, Yuuji, Kaneki.

[justiceforvillains]

CALL ME M O N S T E R

➽ PAIRING : Vampire Hyunjin x Fem Reader

➽ SUMMARY : Vampire Hyunjin has lived hundreds of years alone, only leaving his castle when the thirst becames too unbearable, so what happened when a pretty faced broken human asks to be his blood pet?

➽ WARNINGS : Mention of Abuse, body bruises and injuries, implied starvation

[How it's like Living with Vampire Hyunjin]

Note : i Don't usually like Vampire AUs but JJAM Hyunjin did something to me

There was a big dark castle just outside of the kingdom no one dares to go there, everyone knew who was inside it or more like…what was inside, the monster hidden  inside away from their sight

The last time someone visited that castle was 10 years ago, and it was an army of men looking to take the monster down that was terrorizing the whole kingdom, however it ended up with the kingdom missing a whole army

A deal between the king and the monster was made that day, whenever he's hungry he will go and pick a random human from the kingdom and suck their blood, however he will only suck enough to feed his hunger and not to kill the human

He might be a monster but he does have morals, and he doesn't wish to kill someone unnecessary, so that leads him to now staring at the human who just entered his castle, he was confused only one human came?

Why would someone in their right mind visit his castle and at night at that?! were they looking for death? When the vampire took a closer look at the human he could see the torn worn out clothes, the messy hair, the bare dirty feet

He growled loudly and apparently that was enough to have the human heartbeat picking path, and falling on the marble floor whimpering loudly, the human was scared? Good he smiled maliciously it's been awhile since he last had fun

With one snap the light of the candles went out, and the human heartbeat was deliciously getting more and more louder, in a second he stood behind the human flicking the lights back on, you havn't noticed that the vampire moved behind you yet, too frozen in fear to notice

“You dare come to my castle human?” In a second there was a loud yell followed by backing up to the wall trying to get as far away from the monster as possible, Hyunjin smiled making it a point to show off his thin tall fangs, you kept staring at him in fear

“Are you just going to keep staring little one”  as if on cue the your eyes widened as if they remembered why they're here in the first place, you quickly got on your knees bowing deeply making you head touch the floor “ple-se m-y lo-o-ord” the human had manners good

He chuckled darkly “what are you here for?” The poor thing shook in fear as Hyunjin got closer but you didn't dare to move you just lifted you head up eyes glossing over “p-le-ase let m-me be your b-blood pet” now that took the vampire by surprise “what?”

you couldn't hold back anymore, your tears finally fell and Hyunjin doesn't usually care much about human tears, he was used to seeing their tears, but this time it was different the human Infront of him was not crying in fear like the others, they were crying in despair what an awful smell “I will p-proof I'm worthy please just try me”

Hyunjin's eyes narrowed as he took a step closer to you "You're willing to be my blood pet? That's a bold move, little one." He smiled, his fangs glinting in the dim light.

you nodded vigorously, your eyes brimming with tears. "I-I will do anything, p-please just Take me In"

“What makes you think I need one in the first place?” “You don't like visiting the kingdom, you h-hate how the people scream” That was true; he hated how much men and women would scream as soon as they saw him. “What's in it for you?” He raised his brow.

Who in their right mind would make an offer like that to a vampire? “I don't wa-anna go back there” “What's your name?” “Y/N, my lord” “Ok, little Y/N, I want you to get in the shower and scrub off all the dirt on your body” your eyes widened, does that mean he will take you in?

you looked around, oh yeah right; you didn't know where the bathroom is. “Follow me” Hyunjin wasn't actually going to let you stay in his castle forever; he would just suck you dry and kill you, morals or not. you did trespass on his property. and he does not appreciate that.

He opened the door waiting for you to go inside, and he stood there waiting. “So?” you looked at him confused with those round innocent-looking eyes. “S-so?” you managed to say back. Hyunjin chuckled. “Are you going to shower with clothes on?”

Realization hit you; he wanted you to strip right in front of him. you looked down, no backing down. Y/N, if you disobey his very first order, he will kick you out or even worse kill you. you did say you would do anythin...

You took a shaky breath, willing your shaky hands to move and take off your tattered shirt.

you didn't dare to look at the vampire; didn't dare to see the look in the vampire's eyes once he sees how your body looked like. Once you were just about to pull your pants off, you heard an angry growl. and a door slamming you freezes; fuck now you're dead.

he was gone he left you alone in the big fancy bathroom your legs gave out as you sobbed too scared to move too scared to even think what he will do with you next

“And they call me a fucking monster!”

Hyunjin didn't believe his eyes; he only asked the human to strip to see how far they would take it, what was their breaking point. but he did not expect to see the bruises, cuts, and degrading words engraved in the human's skin.

His blood boiled he knows he's a vampire he knows humans are usually smaller than him but you were too small too skinny TOO FUCKING DESPRATE

The fact that you would rather be a blood bank instead of living with your own kind made him Furios, he knows he shouldn't care but this whole thing was just unexpected

Now he fucking knows why this little human wanted to be his blood pet; why they wanted to leave that fucking hell hole and live with a vampire.

✦ Masterlist ✦

[How it's like Living with Vampire Hyunjin]

[funkynumaki]

Identity V fingering headcanon (PT.1 (?))

Characters included; Luca Balsa, Andrew Kreiss, Mike Morton, Victor Grantz

A/N: this is my first post + my first time writing smut so I apologize if it's not the best!

Warning: fingering (g), praise (r, g), dacryphilia on Andrew and Victor's!, dom!reader x sub!characters

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|| Luca Balsa

- when you first brought it up he'd be surprise, but he's thrilled to try it out.

- the first time, he'd fidget a lot trying to get used to the feeling of your fingers inside him but when he's comfortable enough he's really into it.

- he wouldn't even hide his noises, it really shows how much he enjoys it.

- "are you sure you're okay with this?" You ask, still a bit uncertain. Giving him a chance to back down if he's uncomfortable with it. But, instead Luca nod looking at your lube covered fingers as it line itself on his hole. ".. Yeah.. Go on" He said, already out of breath. You nod at his approval, your finger find themselves sliding inside his hole. You could almost immediately feel him clench around you as his grip tightened. "F-fuck-..." He let out a small moan at the feeling trying to get used to it. He leaned his head to the crook of your neck, his dick throb at the sensation of being filled by your fingers. "Did it hurt?" You ask, willingly to stop if the pain is unbearable for him. Your fingers stopping their movement inside him. "Yeah.. A bit.. Don't stop. Please.." He whine when he feel your movement stopping inside him which followed by your smile of relief that you didn't hurt him. Your fingers pick up its pace again with each passing second he grow more and more comfortable with having your fingers inside of him. Starting to let out louder breathy moan as he lean in to get more contact with you.

"O-ohh fuck-! Please.. S'fuckin-good-..!"

|| Andrew Kreiss

- would be very hesitant, so getting him comfortable enough to agree will need a trustful relationship.

- he's so sensitive, he has no experience with any intimate moment so it's best if you start slow with him.

- the first time he feel your finger inside him, he's already shaking from pleasure. Moaning and whimpering your name while at the same time trying to covered his mouth to prevent himself from making noise.

- "a-ahh... Ple-ase-.." He whine as your finger continues to thrust in and out of his hole. Your movement is still slow and gentle, as he hide his face on the crook of your neck. Trying to mask the noises that's about to fall from his lips. "Please what, love? I want to hear you say it.." You cooe in his ear, your tone can be heard as a need for him to just tell you his desire that he's been trying to mask. Andrew's dick twitch as he feel your finger slowly starting to thrust a bit faster. "I- need y-you.. Please... Ne-need you s'bad..!" He begged feeling you fasting up your movement. His head fall back as he let out a soft cry. "Does it make you feel good, love?" You smirk feeling him clench around your fingers not wanting to lose contact to it. "Use your words" You whisper in his ear, reminding him.

"Y-yes... Love it-love it s'much--! Please... I-i need it-"

|| Mike Morton

- he was actually the one who brought it up, mostly because he had been edging in his seat to ask you to try it with him since forever. Which of course, you agree.

- feeling your finger inside him, he'd let out a choked moan. He was expecting it to feel good, but not this good.

- would buck his hips to get more sensation of your finger inside him.

- "oh shit..-" Mike let out a choked moan as he throw his head back, your finger sliding in and out of his hole in a faster pace than before. "You enjoy this way more than I expect you to" You whisper in his ear, loving his reaction. Mike mosn loud as he lean in closer to you, his teeth sinking on your skin. His body shake from the pleasure. "S'good-! Fu.. Ck-! Please-please-!m-more-nh" He whine out, bucking his hips lower to get more friction from your finger, watching his desperate plead you chuckle. Mike lean in closer to you wrapping his hand around your shoulder as he nip your neck. His mind too clouded to form an actual sentence. You smile fasting up your pace, your finger brushing against his prostate "Beg more then, love" You cooe softly.

"Please-pl-ngh-ease.. -! Want you s'bad--! S'good-..!a-ahh--"

|| Victor Grantz

- he was surprised when you ask him to try it, but there's almost nothing Victor wouldn't do for you.

- he's eager to please you, so when you decide to change up a notch and please him he was taken a back, but he'll do it as long as it makes you happy.

- he wasn't expecting what he just feel being fingered by you, the way his mind starts to get numb. And how it felt so good he can't even registered it for a moment.

- "aww.. Look at how adorable you are like that, f'me?" You cooe, trailing kisses on Victor's neck to his collarbone. If it was possible, there would be small hearts flying on top of his head, he was at pure bliss. "S'good... I-ilove-yo-mu.. Ahh--! Ch!" He cries out, eyes rolling to the back of his skull as your finger thrust deeper. "Be a good boy for me and tell me how much I'm pleasing you, right now, why don't'cha?" You grin, nipping on his neck, leaving some love marks on his neck. His head thrown back, as he arch his back when your finger brush against his prostate. "S'good.. Please-- L-love.. You-so mu-angh--!" You chuckle at his attempt at forming a sentence. Teasing him even more you lean in closer to his ear. "What's that? I don't bear you the first time, love"

"Ple-ahh-! It's s'good.. -you're s'good--! I-loveyou.. so-mahh-uch...--!"

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request are open!

[actualbird]

HI!!! i wanted to ask ur opinion on how the nxx boys sneeze 😭 it was a hilarious thought because i was trying to sleep when suddenly i heard my dad make the loudest, most disruptive sneeze ever and i thought "thats so funny lol WAIT what if the tot boys sneezed".

i generally think the tot boys would be more "a-chooooo...." rather than a nuclear explosion but i need ur opinion. HOW WOULD THEY SNEEZE!!??

scream omfg i love this ask and i remember i actually talked about this with @samsspambox once forever ago so, without further ado

how the nxx boys sneeze

vyn: sneezes normal but my god he's super sensitive to allergies and, most of all, Pollen. which is hell, given that he loves to garden. but his easy workaround is just to wear a mask, and that usually saves him when hes working on his own garden. but come Pollen Season, and all the plants and trees spewing particles into the air, and hes a nose-clogged sneezy mess. his students know that when it's pollen season to not piss him off because he will be so cranky from all the sneezing and also the horrid feeling of only having one nostril unobstructed

artem: sneezes the Loud Dad Sneeze. he is the disruptive sneezer, the nuclear explosion. he is sneezing like how a lion roars deeply to establish its territory lines, except artem isnt a literal lion and does not do this on purpose. his sneezes are LOUD. the type of loud that makes people want to ask artem if hes okay afterwards cuz it's so loud it seemed like it dislodged a rib or something. it's immensely comical, given artem's usual quiet nature, that his sneezes are a force of nature. he could sneeze in his office and people all the way over in the pantry would hear it. he is, and i cannot stress this enough, so fucking embarrassed about it.

marius: the sneeze that keeps wanting to happen but Doesnt happen. you know, the cliffhanger sneeze, the sneezes that are like "ah...aaAAAHH...AAAAAAAHH—" and then the resulting "choo" doesnt happen. and this Not Happening just Keeps Happening. it's agonizing. marius will start a sneeze at 9:55am but the Conclusion Of The Sneeze only happens by 10:03am, once hes already in a meeting with the board of directors. how unsightly, he KNOWS, but the worst part really is the sheer anticipation. what marius would GIVE to have a normal sneeze.

luke: the tiniest kitten sneeze on the planet, and always 6 times consecutively in a row MINIMUM. back during the NSB Days(TM), the fearsome Agent Raven arrived at the training class he handles with a slight cold, saying he'll just monitor and teach and give pointers while socially distanced. the trainees were so scared cuz "wow, hes still coming in even when hes sick, how TERRIFYINGLY DEDICATED, to be expected from the FEARSOME AGENT RAVEN." and then luke steps back and grabs a piece of tissue, obviously rearing for a sneeze, and the trainees thought "oh i bet his sneeze is the Loud Disruptive one, just like his own scary fighting skills, to be expected from the FEARSOME AGENT RAVE—" and then

it's the smallest, cutest sneeze. one after the other. and another. and another. it was like hearing a squeaky dog toy get squeezed several times vigorously. it was like how you'd assume a pixie sneezes. it was like the sound sprinkles and pink bubbles would make if those could sneeze.

once luke is done with his consecutive sneezes (that, for the life of him, he could not stop) he promptly death-glares at the trainees and they all agree to Never Bring It Up.

but the consecutive kitten sneezes still follow luke through his life and all the way up to, yep, the nxx team being able to witness it

mc: awww, it's been so long since ive seen your cute sneeze!!

luke, nose clogged: it's [sneeze] not cute! [sneeze]

marius: it's so cute, i think my heart is melting

luke: shut [sneeze] up!

marius: AAAWWW, is the big bad agent having some twouble? >:3

luke: dont you f[sneeze]ucking patronize [sneeze] me!

mc: do you need more tissue?

luke: PLE[sneeze]ASE

[em1e]

⠀ ⠀ ༝ i’m trying to be cool about it. feelin’ like an absolute fool about it. 

夏 // COOL ABOUT IT ⠀ ༝ ༝ geto suguru ⠀ ༝ ༝ 2.2k words ⠀ ⚠︎ angst :3 this is a sort of interactive story - at the end u get to pick ur own ending ! choose wisely ! ⠀ — it infuriates you beyond belief because that place hasn’t felt like home in months, and somehow he never noticed.

the temperature around you was dropping considerably fast - your ability uncontrollable at the best of times, but with the ground below you digging uncomfortably into your shoulder, into your chin, it’s easy to agree that this is not the best of times.  

and that’s not the reason you were shaking. 

“don’t hurt them.” you don’t recognize your own voice from the way it trembles, the way it breaks as the sorcerer steps in front of the cage holding the two girls you’ve spent the last few years taking care of. 

since their parents passed and they had no one, you were there for them; since the village went on a witch hunt and punished the three of you, you were there for them. 

and now, as this long-haired jujutsu sorcerer kneels in front of you, head tilting as he takes in your beaten form, you are here for them. 

“i-i’ll take all the blame, please, they didn’t do anything-” 

you whimper when something is shoved into the small of your back, fighting against the restraints keeping your hands together as one of the men from this godforsaken village places a heavy footed boot against it. 

“shut up, bitch. we know you taught them to be evil like you - like their parents.” someone behind you hisses out. 

“ple-ase.” you beg again, ignoring the protests your body screams against speaking more, against your better judgment to just shut up for once. desperation leaking out of the words for the girls. your girls. 

the man stands, towering over you and the men from your village at his full height. and he says those damning words. 

“what exactly is this?” 

⠀ ༝ ༝

he shelters the three of you after. 

provides a home and safety and warmth you hadn’t felt in ages, and the girls settle far easier with him than you do. 

still timid and shy, antsy when he approaches, but it melts away gradually when you see how good he is with them - how kind he is to you, too. patient. waiting until you’re comfortable with him, and that comfortability comes with ease as time goes on. 

until you’re not quite sure how to label what you share with him, but you know deep down you love him as much as you love your girls, and he seems to share that same sentiment and that is enough to move you forward, for you to follow in his shadow at his beck and call, ready to serve with an adoring glint in your eye when he asks anything of you. 

he helps you care for the twins, filling a void you could never compete with as the pair to your paternal figure for them. aides them in places you can’t with schooling and learning how to use their techniques better. it’s bittersweet watching from a distance as they grow older and begin to favor him to you. 

you, the rule maker, the party pooper, the square, the wash your hands before eating and set the table, the clean your rooms or no screen time, the no going out until your chores are done not faring well against geto’s rule breaking, party starting, fun to be around, go ahead and dig in, you don’t have to clean your rooms now, the chores will be here when you get back. 

and it’s infuriating as they become teenagers. because the older they get, the more argumentative they are, the quicker they are with retorts, words flying off their tongues before you can really get your say in anyways. 

“i asked geto and he said we could go, i don’t know why you’re being so sour about it.” nanako pops her gum loudly as you rub at your temples, the start a headache already seeping its way under your skull. 

“because i said so.” is the only argument you can come up with. because you did say so. because it’s been a week since geto’s been home and you want to have a nice family dinner and a game night like you used to when they were little, but those words don’t hold the same weight as they did back then. the twins share a look before nanako rolls her eyes and mimiko sighs heavily. 

“but geto said-” 

“said what?” the aforementioned male steps into the kitchen as if being summoned, arms wrapping around your shoulders and leaning down to press a quick kiss to your temple. 

you lean into the contact, far more tired than you originally thought. maybe a nap would be good before you started dinner- 

“that we could go to the mall then that new udon place downtown.” mimiko hums out, hopping on the counter and swinging her legs despite the many times you’ve told her there were chairs all around, surely she can find one to sit in. 

“oh,” geto’s eyes flit from you, then to the girls “yeah, i did say that.” 

“but (y/n) says we can’t.” nanako groans out, leaning into her palm with her elbow on the counter. she says your name with such venom, it almost leaves you recoiling, opening your mouth to comment on it but deciding one argument is too many for the day. choose your battles wisely, or whatever the saying is. 

“i did say that.” you agree instead, stare heavy on the two and sure that you will be labeled the victor since geto is here and they listen to him when he speaks and he sometimes listens to you when he sees how important things are to you-

but then he’s squeezing at your hip, nodding his head towards them with a small shrug. 

“we should let them go, yeah?” 

and that’s enough to leave it all crashing down. because geto has said his piece and what he says goes. mimiko hops off the counter, excited, while nanako rushes over to pull geto in a hug, saying a quick ‘you’re the best!’ before they’re both leaving the two of you in the kitchen. 

the kitchen that feels so much colder than when geto first arrived. 

he moves to pull you back to him, frowning slightly when you scoff and push him away to go to your shared room. 

“we have to let them be their own people.” he’s saying, but the words fall on deaf ears, with the only reply coming in the form of you slamming the bedroom door. 

that night, your room is far too cold to be comfortable. geto crawled into bed shortly after the girls came home. he lays on his back for a bit, drumming his fingers on his stomach as he decides what to do, before ultimately deciding against anything he could come up with. he turns on his side, and for the first time since you’ve began sleeping together, doesn’t hold you. doesn’t wrap his arms around you and envelop you in warmth, doesn’t push away the cold creeping its way into your veins.

you think the temperature in the room drops a few more degrees before you fall asleep. 

⠀ ༝ ༝

geto isn’t in the bed when you wake up, a note on your bathroom counter saying he’d be out for the day and potentially the day after that, and you hate how you’re still bitter from the night before - hate how that bitterness shapes the way your day goes. 

“why can’t you clean off the table?” nanako groans, “why do we even eat at the table anymore?” 

“i’m cooking, nanako. it’ll take like two seconds, and it’s mostly you and mimiko’s stuff on it anyways,” you search through the cabinets for the proper pan to cook the meat in, frowning when you can’t seem to find it, “i’m not even asking you to set it.” 

“yeah, you're asking me to.” mimiko grumbles, making a face when you give her a look. 

you slam the cabinet shut a little harder than necessary, temperature around you dropping with a small laugh passing your lips. it comes out in a puff of condensation, and usually you’re so careful to not let it drop so low, careful because the girls don’t like the cold, you don’t like the cold, but fuck - you didn’t ask for this.

you didn’t ask to become a caregiver at seventeen, you didn’t ask to get beaten for something you or the girls had no control over, didn’t ask to become a maid, cook, babysitter, something sweet to come home to after a long week of wrecking havoc, and you surely didn’t ask to be treated with less than respect from people you love and care about, from people you’ve only asked for the same in return. 

you untie the apron from around your waist and toss it onto the counter, throwing your hands up as you step away from the kitchen. 

“y’know what? order something for dinner, i don’t care. eat wherever you want. do whatever you want.” 

and you’re leaving them in the kitchen, unable to catch the way they shake from the cold or the look they share with a frown, the whispers of confusion when you’re just out of earshot up the stairs. 

“where did that come from?” “why’d they just snap at us like that?” 

you shove things into a bag haphazardly, throwing on a jacket despite it being mid june to fight against the cold biting into your skin, and don’t say another word to either of them as you leave out the front door. 

they stay in the kitchen almost an hour later, waiting for your return. until geto comes back home with flowers and a small gift bag with your name on the label. 

“they just yelled at us and left!” mimiko’s saying as he sets the bag and flowers on the counter, pulling the two of them in a hug to push away their clear distress. 

“did something happen?” geto tilts his head. surely something must have, but he’s uncertain who could be at fault. his girls could do no wrong, but you’re usually so level-headed. 

the girls share a glance before both look down, “might’ve . . . argued about cleaning off the table . . .” nanako mumbles out. 

“and about setting it after . . .” mimiko adds, hands finding themselves behind her back while nanako picks at a fraying string on her sweater. 

“i told you guys to help them when they ask.” geto sighs out, pinching the bridge of his nose. 

“but-” nanako begins to argue, only to be shut down by geto holding a single finger up. 

both girls' shoulders drop at being in trouble, and geto does well to console them still, patting the tops of their heads before he’s heading up the stairs to your room to see the damage. 

it’s in disarray, as he imagined it would be, your clothes scattered all around with some of your drawers pulled half open to be taken from. the promise ring he gave you a year ago glints mockingly on the bedside table. 

⠀ ༝ ༝

you heave a sigh, toweling dry your hair after your shower, opening the bathroom door and pausing when you see none other than geto hovering at the neatly made bed, flicking through the tv guide you’d left on the comforter after you arrived at this hotel. 

he looks up when you make an appearance, offering a tightlipped smile as he flips the book closed. he’s upset, you can tell, but you’re angry. 

even angrier as you look around the room and find the clothes you’d taken out of your bag to look for your pajamas were now folded nicely and placed back into your bag beside his foot. 

the temperature drops around you.  

but geto still only smiles, head tilting and brows furrowing. 

“why aren’t you home?” 

the question boils under your skin, fingers digging into your palm for some sort of grounding to keep yourself calm. it infuriates you beyond belief because that place hasn’t felt like home in months, and somehow he never noticed. 

“i obviously am not needed there. the girls are old enough to take care of themselves and you are busy doing whatever it is you do, so it’s not necessary for me to stay there.” you cross your arms over your chest for some comfort.

“and what about this?” he holds up the ring you’d left, sees how your jaw clenches at the sight of it, how your arms fold around yourself a little tighter, and how your fingers dig into the skin of your biceps. 

“what about it?” you manage out, lip finding its way under your teeth. 

he laughs a little, and the sound that used to make you swoon now prickles at your skin. it hurts. 

“is this your way of leaving me? of leaving the girls?” 

you want to argue. to remind him you just need a break because it’s all too much at once and you don’t have a leg to stand on anymore but no words come out. but geto, always good at reading you, picks up on your internal battle fairly easily. 

“c’mere,” he waves a hand towards himself, opening his arms for you, and your lip wobbles before you crash into his embrace. 

“i’m not gonna make you come back,” he starts, rubbing smooth circles into the small of your back while you hold the front of his yukata like it’s the only thing to keep you afloat, bunching the material in your fists, “but you’ll always have a home with us. with me and the girls.”

[ LEAVE ] ༝ ༝ [ STAY ]

[veterantrainerray]

HI. DO YOU . KNOW HOW T OMUDBRAY PELASE HELP I AM HIDING THEY SCARE MME PLE<ASE IM SO SCARED BUT I GOT GIFTED ONE AND I REFUSE TO LEAVE IT

-@saiidol

Mudbray are pretty calm and simple critters, thankfully. As long as you don’t sneak up behind ‘em they’re not likely to give ya any trouble. As long as they’re not surprised, Mudbray are generally pretty unbothered by what’s happenin’ around them.

If you need to get them to move, hold out an apple or other food where you want them to go and make sure they see it. You’ll find food their primary motivator, so don’t be shy about using treats for battle training either.

The two main things to keep in mind both regard mud. The first is that they need mud baths, not water baths. The second is to make sure they’re trained to return to a pokeball on command. Being as simple as they are, it’s best not to leave them alone, and in the case of well trained and well socialized Mudbray, they’ll otherwise attempt to follow you inside on foot. Since they make sure to have a thick coating of mud on each foot, you can imagine the mess.

Should it evolve into Mudsdale, you’ll find their motivations and intelligence change a bit. Mudsdale act as protectors in the wild, so they’re at least smart enough to identify threats from the front, and will adopt a threat posture if someone or something they’ve decided to protect is threatened. Easiest way to prevent this is often to saddle and ride on Mudsdale’s back, if they’re protectin’ you. Knowing you’re right there on their back gives them added confidence they can get you clear of danger, making them less reactionary.

If ya just need a Mudbray to stop what they’re doin’ for awhile, toss a towel over their head. Not sneakily, mind, you’ll just spook ‘em, but slowly and where they can see ya. They’ll stop movin’ about and fall asleep. Negative reinforcement doesn’t tend to work, as they’ll associate any punishments with the punisher and not the act they’re being punished for.

All in all, probably the easiest horse pokemon to handle and certainly nothin’ to fear. They’re funny lookin’, but along with the cow Pokemon, Mudbray might be the most thoroughly domesticated species out there.

Hope that helps. Best of luck.

[fict1onallyobsessed]

[ OCT 4 ] - Again, Again, Again.

[ Kinktober prompt ] - Edging

[ Pairing ] - Rhea Ripley x Reader 18+

She told you what would happen if you kept being a brat. Taking you to that club was a bad idea, she knew that, but how could she say no to that face? Besides she was kinda the one to invite you anyway. You just agreed to come. And who would you be if you didn’t have a little fun?

“We’re heading out.” She whispered into your ear, her hand wrapping around your shoulders as she pulled your body close. You’d been dancing previously, the music blasting around you as Rhea pushed through dancing crowd to get to the exit. “You’re such a brat.”

You innocently looked up at her as she opened your car door, letting you sit before she turned to walk around into the drivers seat. Her hand was on your thigh before she even got the car to start, squeezing at your skin under the very short skirt you decided to wear.

You knew that would set her off, everything was going as planned so far. After all you blamed her for inviting you. She’s known you long enough to know you’d try something like this, especially when it came to making her jealous.

She said nothing as she drove off, her jaw tensing once in a while when you looked at her. The hand on your thigh only inched closer to your heat, your hips bucked every time she squeezed. You knew she was teasing you just like you were a minute prior in the club. Still, you made it obvious what you wanted, regardless if you deserved it or not.

You looked out the window as her fingers slowly inched towards your heat. It was almost unbearable at that point alone, and you let out a gasp when she started to circle your clothes clit. Your hand was on your mouth now, casually looking out the window as she carried on. Your hips bucked slightly every now and then, stopping occasionally when she heard your get a little more whiny.

“Rhea, please.” You turned your head to face her, watching her face which was completely stone cold still looking ahead towards the road. She was paying no attention other than her hand between your legs, and that just made you want to beg more. “Please, I’m sorry.”

She pressed harder against your clit, but moved her hand to your thigh again when you moaned out. She casually looked at you and shook her head, her famous smirk plastered on her lips like she just won gold.

For the next 15 minutes she teased you relentlessly, almost making you cum but pulling away just in time before you could. It was torture for you, but Rhea seemed to be having so much fun. By the time you got home you were already in tears, begging for her to fuck you until you couldn’t walk.

So she did part of that. You were spread out on her bed, her head between your legs as your hands tangled in her short hair. The amount of times you tried to get her to stay was insane, but Rhea was stronger and pulled away every single time.

Your breathing was all over the place, eyes soaked in tears with streams following down your temples. She’s been going at it for an hour, and one thing you desperately needed was release. It was almost hard to talk when her tongue licked your pussy again, clit sensitive from so much stimulation.

“P-plea-se.” You tried, holding into her hair, pushing her head further down encouraging her not to stop. “Ple-ase. ‘M sorry. Let me cum.”

She hummed into your clit, your aching back only arching more. You clenched around nothing, your climax approaching fast before…she pulled away again.

You let out a frustrated cry, not knowing how much more you could take. You couldn’t even see properly anymore, the pleasure just getting too much every time she started again. Still, you needed that release. And you’d beg for it like nothing else.

“Please, I’ll do anything. Anything you want, just let me cum. Please, please, please.”

She smiled against your thigh, leaving soft kisses on your skin before she inches closer again. You gasped, your fingers digging into Rhea’s arms which were holding your legs down. Within a second, her lips was on your clit again, tongue licking relentlessly as your back arched again.

“Fuck!”

It took you 10 seconds to feel the knot in your lower stomach again, but this time, she didn’t slow down or let go. She kept on going, sucking and licking your clit u til you were basic screaming as your orgasm overcame your senses.

Your legs were shaking so much, one of your hands now back in Rhea’s hair pulling at her roots. Her name and moans were released into the air like a prayer, tears that gathered in your eyes ran down your cheeks as you squeezed harshly at the pleasure. Everything was fucking perfect.

She kissed your inner thighs again, hands gently tracing shapes into your skin. You eventually let go of her too, letting her clean up your body as she left kisses along your torso until she was leaning above you.

She could tell you were exhausted, just by the way your eyes closed as you signed in content.

“You okay?” She whispered, pecking your tears away.

You only nodded, looking up at her with tired eyes.

“Good.” She pecked your lips. “Next time you’ll know how to behave.”

THE END

[belit0]

Indra x reader with bondage?? I just know it’s a whole ego boost with this man 😫😫😫

Oh my gooood, it makes me so happy to receive requests for Indraaaaaaa!!!!💕💕💕😭

We know this man would be feral, don't we?

TW: none Pairing: Otsutsuki Indra / reader NSFW

"Be still and don't make a sound, (Y/N), or I'll have to gag you as well."

Indra speaks from somewhere in the room, but it is impossible for her to locate him.

He took the time to carefully tie her up, starting with her lower body. On the bed, he laid her down on her stomach, and lifted her hips in the air, setting her down like a whore on heat.

"If you move before I finish, you’ll be begging for me to let you have an orgasm, so I suggest you hold yourself like this, ready for me to fill you with my cum."

"Ye-es, sir!"

"Did I give you permission to speak?"

(Y/N) fell into deep silence, allowing him to manipulate her body as he wished. He continued by tying her ankles together, always using long, soft strips of satin, tying the other half to the end of the bed, tightly.

Not satisfied with this, he wrapped her thighs all the way around, pulling her legs together until there was no space left between them. He went on to restrain her wrists, placing them in a knot against her back, wrapped in the beautiful fabric.

He ended up covering her eyes, eliminating her vision from the equation.

Once in position and fully surrendered to whatever he wanted to do to her, he pulled away from her and ceased making sounds. He loves to see the anticipation in her body, as she tries to track him down in the room and confirm he didn't leave her there.

It's a little game they share, setting her adrift and waiting for him deigning to touch her, to give her orders to follow. It was clear from the beginning Indra enjoyed power play, knowing he would dominate and dictate the rules in bed, but it was a surprise when he decided to incorporate bondage and trust, having her completely in his hands.

They started off lightly, wrists bound and legs spread, the typical scenario of being taken by a bad man. Eventually, they moved on, finding much more interesting positions.

Indra discovered a wonderful pastime investigating ways he could tie her up, have her at his mercy, and do whatever he wanted without her being able to say no. He started depriving her of her basic senses, playing with temperatures and visual or auditory control.

That path brought them to their current situation, with (Y/N) completely devoted to him in body and life.

With her ass raised in the air, positioned like a horny bitch, Indra feels satisfaction at the sight of her pussy glistening with clear liquid, knowing she is aroused enough for him to thrust directly into her, and it took him no effort at all.

She is his, and even the slightest touch of his hands triggers her.

He leans back against the dresser, watching with satisfaction as (Y/N) is tempted to speak, to ask him if he's there, to urge him to touch her. She holds back only because he told her to, trying to comply fully with his orders and expectations.

A sob of despair escapes her mouth, and Indra knows it was enough. He approaches her slowly, and once at the side of the bed, he traces her upper back gently with his fingers, avoiding her bound hands.

"Tell me what you want, (Y/N)."

"Yo-ou-u." Her voice sounds shaky, and her wrists move uncomfortably, searching for space between her bindings. Her whole body trembles with anticipation, as Indra moves his digits to touch the satin squeezing her thighs. He reaches dangerously in between her legs but diverts his course before touching.

The man hovers over her, whispering in her ear, " You'll be much more concise if you want to get anything from me. Behave like the good slut you are and you'll have everything you ask for."

"Ple-ea-ase!"

"I didn't tell you to beg, and if that's how you want things, let's play dirty (Y/N)."

She feels the bed sag under Indra's weight as he climbs onto the mattress and positions himself behind her. She has no comprehension of what he is planning to torture her with, not believing it possible he will touch her so easily after going against his directions.

He positions himself behind her, and undoes his trousers, discarding his underwear in the process. He takes some oil from the bedside table and pours it on (Y/N)'s thighs. He smears some on his shaft and proceeds to tease her in the worst way imaginable.

Instead of touching or fucking her, Indra uses the constricted space between her thighs to jerk himself off, sliding against her slippery skin as if he were screwing her. He takes a slow pace at first, increasing speed progressively when his need demands it. He holds (Y/N)'s hips in both hands, slamming his pelvis against her legs as if genuinely taking her hole.

"If my slut won't tell me what she wants, then I'll get whatever I feel like, and she'll take it like the good little bitch she is, won't she?" Indra utters between gasps with bated breath, letting all his desire between her thighs.

Her cunt burns with need and requires to be touched, not being able to resist his teasing for much longer. It frustrates her to the point of tears, craving his touch with fervor. Going against him and not following his orders never ends up being a good idea, but the shiver of pleasure she gets from his anger is something superior to anything else.

Her body hurts from being in the same position for so long, but she knows better than to complain about it and obediently allows Indra to use her as he wishes.

His final thrusts are brutal, slamming into her haunches with abandon as his seed shoots between her legs, coating her skin with white liquid. He rests his chest on her body for a few seconds and allows her a small amount of freedom as he changes her position, unfastening her restraints and letting her lie on her back.

He quickly adjusts everything again, taking her chin in his hands and whispering against her lips, "Next time I ask, I expect you to answer properly.”

[nocturnal-birb]

Pretty sure I found you when I went on a ghost blog follow spree, and then the art and horniness was what made me decide you would be a good blog to follow and I've had no regrets

F-find me h o w 🗿 last I checked my blog is at the farthest corners of hell CJFJDKV (unless you saw my old shitghosting memes then yeah that’d valid)

PLE ASE ITS A CLUSTERFUCK OF MESS HERE 💀 BUT GLAD YOU HAVEN’T REGRETTED IT.. YET

[amanomaya]

wheres that jojo b&w manga blog

[flannelmoone]

say what you want about tumblr but the furry community on twitter is so fucked

[jimmyneutron877]

Warning: Minors DNI

Pairing: Trilla Suduri x Fem!Reader

Genre: Plotless smut, meaning this has nothing to do with the plot of the show or the game, just a smut I thought of ;)

p.s there is a disgusting lack of Trilla x Readers on this app >:(

♡

Her tongue licked its way down your neck, latching her lips on all the right sensitive parts of your jaw and collarbone. You let out a small whine followed by a gasp and a shift in her lap when she sucked the skin just above your breasts, you tangled your fingers in her silky, raven black hair, ultimately pulling her closer to your chest.

She let out a hum at this and her hot breath fanned over your cold skin, one of her hands wandered further down and rested on your lower back holding your hips in place, while her other hand trailed upwards to cup one of your breasts and gingerly rubbed her thumb over the nipple, that had started to perk up through the thin fabric of your bra.

"T-Tril-" You pulled her head closer to you in response to this.

"Shhh, it's okay" She assured and started to lead her kisses down to your other unattended nipple, lightly sucking and pulling at it.

"H-hah-h" Was all that left your mouth, just breathy moans and whimpers. Your hips started to grind on her by themselves, just wanting friction to release the butterflies in your stomach.

When she was finished tending to your breasts both of her hands regained their firm grip on the sides of your hips. Her head tilted up and locked your lips in a heated kiss, you opened your mouth slightly agape, she saw this as an invitation and slipped her tongue in to explore your wet cavern. You whimpered and draped your arms around her shoulders linking behind her neck, pulling her closer into you while you wiggled around on her lap.

You soon both needed air so you pulled away.

"Y/N are you sure?" She whispered the question into your ear and planted kisses on your shoulder.

"W-what do you mean?" You asked breathily.

"About this Y/N?"

You understood what she meant over your hazy mind "Yes Trill I'm sure please just- don't tease" you answered letting out a light laugh.

"Don't worry baby, I won't"

And with that she traced one of her hands under the elastic of your pants, her cold hand making contact with your sensitive clit, making you slightly jolt at the contact. She chuckled and made a comment about how wet you were for her but you honestly couldn't hear anything over how slushed your mind is in the moment.

Then her fingers stopped rubbing your clit and moved even further into your pants and paused at your entrance. She felt around the area, collecting enough of your slick to lube her two long fingers, then she slowly pushed them in until her knuckles were flush against you. Her fingers stretched inside you and reached into areas you couldn't with your own, you moaned and writhed on them and they grazed your sweet spot, making you let out an even louder moan.

"Shhhhh, you don't want them to hear us do you?" She sneered into your ear again, you could tell she enjoyed the power she had over you.

She started thrusting her fingers in and out and this added to the pleasure you already felt. There was a wet sloshing noise that was created by her thrusts due to you being soaked beforehand. You let such lewd noises right next to her ear quietly as encouragement for her to keep going.

"So wet for me, you take my fingers in so well baby" She remarked and kissed your jaw.

Trilla added a third finger to her two and let out a groan when it slid in with little resistance.

"G-ghuuuh-" was the only response you could gargle out with her fingers slamming into your g-spot over and over. You clenched your legs tightly around her waist and bit into her clothed shoulder as you let out a gutteral sound when the squelch between your thighs made itself louder.

"Good girl, are you close?" Trilla asked in a low whisper to your ear.

"Mhmmm-ple-ase Tril-" Your hands grasped her shoulders and pulled her even tighter to you.

"It's okay baby, cum whenever you need to" She told you with sweet peck to your cheek.

Trilla curled her fingers slightly and continued thrusting with a come-hither motion. This drove you to the edge, and you came crashing down as your orgasm rippled through you. You could only choke out her name in a choppy moan and hug her into you until it was a borderline crushing hold, but it didn't faze her. She continued to gently thrust, slowing down as she whispered comforts into your ear.

Once you had come down from your euphoria you slumped down on her chest, still on her lap, as she retreated her fingers out of you and wiped them clean. You looked up at her tiredly and smiled, you then nuzzled into her chest as she pulled a blanket over the both of you for coverage.

"Thank you Tril" You told her drowsily.

"You're welcome Y/N, I love you" She rubbed her hand up and down your back creating warm friction.

You hummed content at her actions as she returned to her work at her desk, the both of you were satisfied.

♡

[acemapleeh]

milk inside a bag of milk outside a bag of milk

Summary: Matthew goes out to buy milk. A sort of unofficial follow up but not really to @draw-a-circle-thats-the-foxhole ‘s story of Matt being brought home after spending eight months in the wilderness.

Characters: Canada

Word Count: 1525

The light of the refrigerator burned his eyes.

It was late.

Very late in fact.

He should be in bed.

But he wasn’t.

Bed didn’t feel right.

His house didn’t feel right.

The refrigerator screamed at him to shut the door.

But the cold air felt nice on his face.

He almost forgot what a blessing they were.

He closed the door.

The refrigerator hummed peacefully.

The door was lighter than he remembered so he opened it again.

Ah.

Yes.

He was out of milk.

The pitcher he kept in the side door was empty.

He should go get some.

Matthew slipped on some shoes and pulled on his coat.

As he held his car keys, he tried to remember the store that was open this late.

He had been in the woods too long.

Walking was best right now.

November air was pleasant.

As he held his keys, he tried to remember the pin to his debit card.

No.

Cash would work much better.

The frost covered grass crunched under his slippers as he ventured to the sidewalk.

He rehearsed the conversation.

He hadn’t spoken to someone in so long that he forgot how the exchange was supposed to go.

Matthew had only uttered a few words to Alfred when he was picked up at the ranger station and fewer still when they returned home.

Alfred hadn’t noticed he was out of milk.

Alfred hadn’t noticed that he was gone.

Alfred was asleep and hadn’t noticed he was gone.

He took a deep breath.

“Hello... can I...”

He bit his lip in annoyance.

He forgot.

“Hello, can I...?”

Once more.

“Hello, can I please get...?”

Progress. 

But he felt like he wasn’t saying his greeting correctly. He was elongating words and holding onto vowels longer than he should.

His throat still ached and scratched so he coughed to clear it.

“Hel-l-lo, can I ple-e-e-ase get...?”

He stopped.

He was half walking on paved sidewalk and half on frozen dead grass.

How long had he been doing that?

Veering off back to nature?

He adjusted his gait and kept on rehearsing.

He was taught how to be civil.

He was taught by father how to be civil.

‘You’re hopeless.’

‘You make it sound like it’s my fault.’

He didn’t have time for this.

The store will be closed in one hour.

Right?

Right.

He would feel very guilty for not buying the milk.

He kept forward.

The lights of the convenience store burned his eyes.

He squinted as he stepped inside, the bell chiming his arrival.

He approached the first person he saw.

“Hello, can I-”

The person turned and stared at him.

Matthew had never made a big deal over his appearance in the past but in this moment, he felt like everything about him was wrong.

He was too tall.

His arms were too long.

His fingers were too thin.

And even though he was dressed in cargo shorts and a loose flannel top, dressed the same way so many of his people did, so many regular people, he didn’t feel a part of them.

They said something to him.

“Excuse me?”

They said something to him.

“I’m sorry?”

They said something to him.

“I’m sorry.”

He moved away, body feeling like it was curling in on itself.

“I’m sorry.”

Against the back wall of the store were refrigerated shelves, on one of them laid dozens of bags of milk.

The humming was comforting.

‘Do you remember why you came here?’

“To buy milk.”

‘Why?’

“To buy milk.”

‘No, it isn’t.’

“Wel-l-l, I’m here to buy milk.”

‘You’re here to buy humanity back, just like your father, just like your brother.’

“Can I buy that here?”

‘How do you want me to respond to that? No, idiot. Take your money and the milk and bring it to the counter.’

The old man who was checking the other bags was staring at him.

Matthew wandered vaguely if he still smelled.

He reached to grab a bag of milk.

Or milk inside of a bag.

Or bag outside of milk?

‘The store’s closing. You should hurry.’

Matthew approached the front counter and held up his prized good.

“Hello, can I please get... milk? Please?”

The tired girl blinked at him.

She smelt like a skunk and Matthew felt less bad about himself.

“This? Here? Can I please get milk?”

“I need it.”

Matthew set the bag down. That is, he set the milk inside of a bag down on the counter. He didn’t want the bag. He just wanted milk.

“Can I please have it back? I need it.”

The tired girl who smelt just fine to Matthew only blinked in response to his request.

‘They hate you. You’re pathetic.’

“You’re forgetting something.”

Matthew was forgetting a lot of things but he was working on it.

‘Pay for the milk idiot.’

He pulled a crumbled bill from his pocket and placed it on the counter and it felt like hours passed before the colored paper was placed in the register and he was handed his receipt and change.

“Thank you, have a good night.”

Matthew carried the bag of milk and left.

The street was familiar now, starting to feel like his veins again. He remembered this street. This was a part of his city. His cities that were a part of him. Ottawa. His heart. It wasn’t. But it was. But not really. 

He laughed.

They gave him a bag at the checkout.

So now he had a bag of milk inside another bag.

Milk inside a bag of a bag inside a bag of milk.

The asphalt crackled as he walked over it. 

It was very different from the rocks under his bare feet.

How did people keep their balance in this urban place?

Heel, ball, toe. Heel, ball, toe. Heel, ball, toe.

He drifted back into the snow and stopped.

Alfred would be disappointed in him.

Matthew wanted to assure him that he could go home and not worry about his brother any longer. He wanted to go home and tell him how good he was on his trip to the store. He didn’t want Alfred to waste anymore time on him.

‘Wake up, keep moving forward.’

He hummed to himself as he continued his trek.

The world was quiet.

Like it was all standing still as fresh snow began to fall.

Matthew stood on the paved road, watching the flakes float in the heavenly glow of a lonely, flickering streetlight. 

The moon wasn’t out.

He felt alone at the edge of the nothing, like this night could stretch forever and onward. 

That’s what he missed about the Yukon and the vastness of his home.

He missed this feeling, this feeling that lay somewhere in-between solitude and quiet.

Stillness.

He was shaking.

Trying to get away from some unnamable thing.

He continued his path until he was stopped at a crosswalk.

“Please, I just want to go home and go to bed.”

The glowing hand held perfectly still.

“I’ve been feeling sadder than normal as of late but not out there. I felt better out there. At least, for a while I did. I missed things though, I really did.”

The glowing hand held perfectly still.

“No, really. I do feel okay. I don’t think my brother understands though. I know he’s just worried about me but he shouldn’t have to be.”

‘Are you sure?’

“Yes. I am.”

He was granted passage to leave the conversation.

The Rideau Canal made him feel a little more at ease. The lights reflected off its dark surface, enticing him to come inside for a swim. 

Not today, he whispered.

Home wasn’t much further.

He was certain.

At last, there was the familiar porch light and welcome mat.

The motions began to feel more natural as he fished out his key and unlocked the door. The click of the lock welcomed him inside.

His home smelled nice.

He didn’t notice that when Alfred first drug him inside.

It smelt like him.

Like a warm breakfast served in the deep woods.

The sweetness of maple and vanilla and coffee.

The earthiness and musk of oakmoss and pine.

He locked the door.

He had nearly lost himself in his self imposed deep freeze to the Great White North.

And yet.

He had experienced something close to euphoria. A sense of belonging. 

Of purpose.

Of understanding.

And yet.

He forgot he was a creature that was subject to temperature.

A creature who only lived within such a thin line between warmth and cold.

A creature that enjoyed things like processed potato products, weighted blankets, and central heating.

He had meant it when he said he felt fine.

A divine pause of his existence.

He was back to being a man again.

Not just a creature that lurked in the trees and slept with bears and fished salmon from the river with teeth bared.

Just Matthew.

And maybe, there was nothing wrong with that.

He hadn’t realized his fingers had gone numb from holding the bag so he went to the kitchen to put the milk away.

“Mattie? That you?”

Alfred stepped into the kitchen, rubbing his eyes as he flicked on the dimmest of the lights.

“Yeah. It’s me.”