#I GOT TO CUT UP MEAT TODAY ^_^ WITH A BIG KNIFE

[squuote]

wow. been rlly into cooking n baking recently *projects onto stanley

[morgluvsconnie]

BOUND, c.springer

chap.5 | drinking, mild sexual reference, basically just a build up for the next chapter! | chap.4

“HAPPY BIRTHDAY!”

everyone yelled as mikasa took her hand from over your eyes. you smiled and put your hand on your heart. “yalllll, stoppp.” you bit your lip, looking at the decorations and bags of gifts.

“you finally growing up, that shit crazy.” eren wiped a fake tear and shook his head.

your eyes scanned the long table, which fit everyone in it. you were surprised that the rest of sasha’s friends came.

“my bitchhh!” sasha hopped up, hugging you and kissing your cheek. “you’re so pretty.” she poked your cheek, making you smile. you sat at the end of the table. “thank you, like, for real. is this a whole private room?” you looked around at the beautiful theme of the restaurant.

“my pockets hurt.” armin raised his eyebrow. you smiled and covered your face with your hands.

suddenly, a bunch of waiters came in, carrying a big, pretty cake, placing it in front of you. you clapped your hands out of excitement and stood up from your stool.

with your little birthday tiara on and your birthday ribbon, you clamped your hands together as everyone started to sing happy birthday to you, getting to the end where you could finally blow out your candles.

“now cut the cake.” connie smiled a little, passing you a knife.

you cut your cake, and everyone else a piece, sasha hopping back up to pass them out.

“i feel like a child again.” you smiled softly, sitting on your stool as the waiters placed the cake in the middle of the table.

“now she think she grown ‘cus she 102, okay.” eren slowly shook his head, being the first one halfway through his cake. you gave him a playful “shut up” look and started eating your cake.

“sasha slow down.” mikasa frowned. “anyway, y/nnn, what you wanna do today? everybody’s whole day is yours.” mikasa smiled at you. “nah, ‘cus i got some sneaky links i needa see.” ony said, raising his eyebrows, everybody giving him a death stare.

“chillll. i’m fuckin witchu. my day yours, best friend.” ony put his hands up in defense.

“ion really know, ion think about things like this when my birthday comes, only before it.” you laughed a little.

“so i’ll plan the whole day.” armin nodded.

“armin, if you plan the whole day, somebody gon end up dying.” eren mumbled, reaching in front of him to cut his self another piece of cake.

“ima plan it, that’s my friend.” ony waved eren and armin off.

“you just met y/n like two days ago.” connie scoffed at ony. ony frowned and squinted, lookingat connie. “and you met her like three days ago. that don’t make nothing better. now i said that’s my friend, ain’t that right y/n?” ony looked at you.

you laughed and nodded.

“y/n can plan the day, even if she don’t know what to do.” mikasa bucked at everybody.

“girl.” eren slowly shook his head, making everyone laugh.

“who’s a gentleman?” you looked up.

“me.” all the guys looked at you.

~

“man, ian even mean to say me, i was tryna say i needed some more meat.” ony groaned, carrying all the shopping bags for you. connie looked at ony. “we ain’t even have no damn meat.” connie said, also carrying bags.

“can y’all not complain for like… three seconds?” mikasa squinted at the boys behind the three of you. “it’s y/n’s birthday. everyone should be happy to give her what she wants.”

“i’m goin broke.” armin muttered, slowly shaking his head.

“when ain’t you broke?” eren looked at armin. “you bein funny?” armin raised his eyebrows. eren smacked his lips. “remember what happened last time we fought.”

“that was in sixth grade.”

“okay, everything goes in connie’s car because hes dropping it off later on tonight, and then we can split up and get ready to go out.” sasha said as you and mikasa both headed towards her car.

you and mikasa closed the doors, sasha starting her car, not even thinking to wait on them. “okay so we’re going to your house to get ready.” she pointed to you. mikasa sat in the back, stretched across the seat.

“whys it always my house?”

“because your house is like… the hangout spot.” mikasa laughed a little. “oh yeah, what’re you wearing tonight?” she leaned up to look at you.

“some revealing ass outfit sasha picked out, i don’t know.” you shrugged. “it’s literally cute, okay it shows a buncha ass, and? you have plenty to show off.” sasha waved you off.

“well what color is it?” mikasa asked, scrolling on her phone. sasha thought about it for a few seconds “white.”

mikasa nodded. “so me and sasha can wear white and black and you can wear white and pink ‘cus you’re the birthday girl.” mikasa poked your cheek, making you smile. “yeah, i’ll just wear pink heels, pink accessories, and my birthday ribbon, that’s everything pink. my nails are already done, toes…” as you were naming things you glanced back to see mikasa with her hand over her heart.

“you’re growing up so fast, it makes me sad.” she poked her bottom lip out. you laughed and shook your head. “it’s nothing for real. just one more year of bein sexy.” you flipped your hair in a playful way, making sasha and mikasa laugh.

the ride wasn’t long to get to your house. considering how long you were at the mall, it was already dimming outside when you made it home. and considering how long it was gonna take you to get ready, all three of you specifically, it was gonna be late by the time you went out.

“alright, come on.” sasha turned off her car, everyone getting out and going towards your house. you unlocked the door and let them in, everyone going upstairs.

“okay, so i’m gonna go through your clothes and my clothes.” mikasa said as she got in your room. since her and sasha weren’t even guests anymore, they already had a bunch of clothes at your house. and a bunch means a bunch.

“i’m gonna take a quick shower.” sasha got towels out of your bathroom closet. “with the door open.” she finished, turning on your shower.

you grabbed your jumpsuit and looked at it. “this looks really small.”

“it’s supposed to be, most likely. gotta hug that body.” mikasa said, sitting on your closet floor and going through the bag of things she had.

“this or this?” she held up two different white dresses. you pursed your lips together and hummed. “they’ll both look good so… it really don’t matter.” you raised your eyebrows with a shrug. mikasa rolled her eyes at your answer. “i’m asking you thoughhh.” she said, looking at the dresses.

“that one then.” you said, not even looking at the dresses. “perfect, i knew i should pick this one.” mikasa hopped up.

after a few minutes of mikasa retouching her makeup, she finally walked back over towards where her clothes were, you gluing your lashes back the way they were.

“yall done?” sasha yelled from the shower, cutting it off.

“girl we barely started.” you mumbled, taking off your dress and walking to your night stand to find your favorite perfume. “you’re literally naked.” sasha mumbled, putting a towel over herself. “i have a bra and panties on sasha, you’re naked.” you said, tossing your perfume on the bed and grabbing the jump suit.

“what if i wear a thong with this?” you held it up for a few seconds before sticking your legs through it and pulling it up.

mikasa put on her dress and looked in your body mirror. “lucky for whoever you lay tonight.” she said. you went in the bathroom where sasha was putting her body suit on, looking in the mirror.

“i hope nobody.” you said, turning around in the mirror. “this is cuteeee.” you smiled before sitting your leg on top of the toilet, tying the strings on the back.

sasha helped with the string on your back and nodded. “really cute.” she said, zipping up the front of her outfit, walking to your room to find her black heels.

“i have to curl my hair, hold up.” sasha said.

you and mikasa groaned. “were gonna be forever.” mikasa mumbled.

and yeah, you were forever. but the drive was only about five minutes from your house. everyone sprayed on more perfume before getting out of the car. “this things gonna give me a wedgie.” you mumbled, making sasha and mikasa chuckle. “you’ll be fine.” mikasa said, showing all three of your IDs and walking in the club.

you smiled as the atmosphere filled your eyes and ears.

“it’s my best friends birthday, you see this?” sasha said to a random guy, pointing at your pink ribbon.

mikasa led you and her through the crowd, finding the spot everyone would normally be. to your surprise, it was empty, only eren and armin rolling up blunts. “damn where everybody at?” mikasa frowned.

“ony talkin to some girl and connie prolly doin the same.” eren said, dabbing the blunt with his tongue while looking at mikasa. “i said where.” mikasa furrowed her eyebrows.

“armin, talk to her ‘cus if i do…” eren shook his head.

“they went over there last time i saw.” armin pointed to a direction, you looking that way. “i’ll find em.” sasha said, walking towards where armin was pointing. “i’m finna get a drink, i’ll be back.” you turned to walk towards the bar, standing instead of sitting in a stool like you’d normally do.

“can i get two shots?” you crossed your arms on the counter. “straight up?” the bartender laughed a little. “what shot?”

“your choice.” you mumbled.

“birthday girl.” you heard someone say from beside you. you glanced over, double taking as you saw connie. “connie, sasha’s lookin for you.” you smiled a little as your shots were brought to you.

connie grabbed one and drunk it, putting the cup down. you smacked your lips and squinted. “i was gon drink that, thank you.” you softly moved him away from you to take the second one.

“ion care. you look good tonight.” connie mumbled, scanning your body before looking away and drinkin from his cup. you looked at him and tilted your head. “really?”

“what i gotta lie for?”

you looked at him for a few seconds before scoffing and calling the bartender back over. “can i have four more? two for each.” you then looked at connie.

“sure. who’s paying?” the bartender leaned on the counter.

connie stared into your eyes for some seconds, his eyes flickering to your lips, just for a second as he reached in his pocket, pulling out some bills and passing them to the bartender.

you gave him a small smile.

“that’s one out of the three of yo presents, ight?” he rested his eyes on you. you raised your eyebrows. “what’s the other two?”

“still thinking.” he pursed his lips together and looked at the counter. “where ya boyfriend at?”

you frowned a little. “reiner?”

connie nodded, looking at the shots as the bartender sat them in front of you.

as you went to grab one, it tipped over on your hand. you groaned. “look what you made me do.” you muttered as you both grabbed a shot, taking them at the same time.

connie grabbed the last one, sipping half of it and then passing it to you. “i don’t drink after randoms.” you said, looking him up and down.

connie lazily blinked, grabbing your jaw and tilting your head back. “open yo mouth.”

as you mindlessly did as he said, he poured the rest of the shot in your mouth. “answer my question.” he put the glass back down as you swallowed. you rolled your eyes. “if your question made me waste my shot, what you think the answer is?” you narrowed your eyes.

“oh y’all ain’t together no more?”

“you know that. i told you that.”

“oh.” connie bit his lip and looked towards the crowd.

you didn’t know it, well, you felt it, you were starting to get drunk. and he was too, you could tell because that’s how he looked when he was high.

you didn’t even know you were staring, once again.

you also didn’t realize you hadn’t wiped that shot off your hand. you waved your hand, and grabbed a napkin, wiping everywhere it dripped.

when you were finished, connie grabbed your hand, looking at your nails. “cute.” he mumbled, rubbing your pink nails with his thumb.

you snatched your hand away with a soft laugh.

connie slightly frowned, grabbing your hand again.

you moved it away again, connie frowned even harder, grabbing your hand and forearm, looking at your wrist.

“the fuck?”

chap.6

[nica-my-beloved]

Congratulations to Roger for his release! Here's a small story from me!🥳🥳

Genre: Short story, fluff, comedy

Characters appearing: Roger, Jude, Ellis, Liam, William, maid (NPC)

Roger's POV

It was midnight by the time I entered the Crown Castle. The surroundings were shrouded in darkness leaving no voices to be heard.

Only the cold breeze of the night caresses my face, cooling down my exhaustion.

(Today was really tough)

Click-clack sounds of my shoes echoed through the Castle as I walk, wiping my sweat dripping from my forehead and the doctor's coat I carry in my arms. I was coming back home after a busy day and working overtime at my father's clinic.

As soon as I entered the dining room for some water, I noticed one of the maids coming out with a tray and a smile. The enchanting aroma straight away touches my nose leading my stomach to grumble loudly.

(Oops...that was embarrassing. At least the maids here are deaf)

Feeling invited, when I sat down, the maid placed the tray in front of me and I get a full view of what's on it. The plate had a big piece of buttery steak on the center, with a crispy and juicy looking texture while the butter sizzles on top of it. Creamy mashed potatoes sprinkled with garlic and herbs on the side accompanied with a lustrous looking baked asparagus and lemon zest. The waves of heat and aroma of the fresh and delicious food made my stomach rumble again and again. It's as if the monster in my stomach is reading it's knife and fork to devour everything on the plate.

(Thank you)

I smiled and thanked the maid using sign language. She nodded briefly and leaves. I looked back at the food again and hastily picked up my knife and fork.

(Haa...the smell so great)

It's as if the rich aroma of the food relieved my exhaustion by 50%. I poked my fork on the juicy-looking steak, and slid my knife through it, cutting it swiftly. Eagerly and in anticipation, I closed eyes while bringing the tender steak towards my mouth-----

"Hey quack. Fix me up!" A demanding voice of Jude interrupts me.

"Sorry Roger, can you help me? I got shot on my leg." A sad voice of Ellis followed behind as if he was checking whether I'm unhappy or not.

"Hahaha...sorry Roger. I feel like my arm is going to dislocate. Can you save me?" A cheerful voice of Liam covered in fresh blood and holding his arm enters the room following Ellis.

But wait, it's not over yet....

"Roger, can you revive this guy? Apparently he died of heart attack at the sight of me before I could condemn him for his sins. Can you bring him back to life so that I could cut his head off?" William enters while dragging a body of dead man with a face of anguish.

"Haaa..." I let out an annoyed sigh as I placed down my fork leaving the untouched piece of meat stuck to it.

(Seriously...when do I actually get to rest?)

As soon as I got up in annoyance, the same maid who served me the steak, came rushing back in.

(Can you please take this away? I have work)

The maid giggles and nods before leaving me message in sign language.

'Call me after you finish your work. I can reheat it for you.'

(At the very least I'm glad that Victor told the maid to cook something for me when I come back to the Castle)

I let out a throat chuckle thinking about his daddy behavior waiting to be praised the next morning.

"Now you guys. In straight line, follow me." I said as I started walking towards my lab. I could hear their obedient footsteps but their voices are----

"I came first, so I should stand first in the line." Claimed Jude.

"I and Kate are going on a picnic tomorrow, so I should rest early. Sorry Jude, I know you're sad but please, just this one time, can you let me get treated first?" Ellis asks in a sad tone with a sad face.

"Picnic? Can I come too? Can I also bring Harry?" Liam asks while holding onto his falling arm.

"Yes. I'm sure this will make Kate happy too." Ellis nods.

"All of you will get treated as it's my job. I'm gonna wrap you all up tight you so you guys won't be moving for the next few days. No picnics, no partying and no killing. That's what you get for interrupting my dinner!" I roared while stomping my way down the lab stairs.

This story is inspired from my parents telling me how annoying it was for them to have their lunch while looking after the store. Every time they open their lunch box to eat, a customer would come in that exact minute to ask for something and they'd have to close their lunch box and attend to the customer. It's annoying because no customers would come to the store when it's not their break time. This leads them to not eating their lunch or eat their lunch cold.

I took this same idea and used Roger because I realised how hectic it is for him while working as the Crown's doctor. I saw a glimpse of it in the current running wedding event. So I made it into a comedy!

[webnovel-deluxe]

Isn't Being A Wicked Woman Much Better? Side Story Chapter 4

“Thank you for inviting me to such a nice place, Duke.

“Ummm.”

To put it bluntly, the whole family suddenly gathered because of Isidore, but since he seemed to be happy as if he thought he had me in the family reunion, Duke Seymour gasped inwardly.

“… You must be hungry, come, Duke Visconti.”

“Yes, Duke Seymour.”

Soon, appetizers and rose-colored champagne were placed on a long table, and the meal began in a quiet atmosphere.

“The ingredients are fresh and the seasoning is really good.”

In the stillness, Isidor said, making a hollow in the mouth. Even though he ate happily enough to make the viewer feel good, his table manners were flawless and aristocratic.

'Ooh.'

Enrique looked at Isidore like that with some resentment.

'Why does that person have a good personality with shiny hair and face.'

_“Enrique, you say you’re learning swordship?”_

Heard that I was learning swordsmanship recently, he handed me a treasured sword with magic stones as a New Year's gift today.

_“Nice to meet you again. In the meantime, You got taller."_

'How did you know I grew 1.3 cm taller?'

Most of them don't know.

To be honest… Confucius Visconti seems like a good person. It's not polite to stare like this, but I could tell just by looking at his friendly eyes.

If Isidor were a wretched and stupid person like Filap, he would be able to fight and argue not to get married. I don't know, bad!

“Enrique-kun.”

“Yes?”

Suddenly Isidor calls himself, and Enrique shrugs his shoulders.

“Looking at it earlier, it seemed that he had a talent for swordsmanship.”

“… me?”

“Yes. You have a good skeletal and your posture shows that you have no bad problem at all”

When the magic swordsman, who had done a great job against terrifying demons and monsters, praised my posture, Enrique became a little embarrassed and clenched his toes.

As I was biting my lips because I didn't know what to say, a huge crepe that I had been wanting to eat the whole time appeared. Deborah gave a brief admiration.

“It’s really big.”

The giant crepes that filled the big table boasted a majesty that overwhelms everyone.

“But how do you eat it?”

The cut-and-cooked crepe, which originally featured preserving its full moon-like round shape, did not exist at all.

“Should I call the chef in charge?”

Belek muttered in exasperation, and Isidor stood up.

“I will cut it.”

“you?”

“yes. By practicing how to cut the steak neatly, you will be able to cut it well.”

“Why did you practice like that? Is it part of swordsmanship training?”

“Using an auror allows you to confine the gravy as much as possible, so you can enjoy the original taste of the meat.”

“haha. You're a foodie.”

As if it was no joke that they practiced, the precious ingredients in the crepes were cut neatly without leaking a single one. In addition, there is even a service that puts crepes on the plate in front of each person with a transfer magic.

“It’s a useful skill.”

“I know.”

Enrique's eyes widened in surprise.

“I will enjoy this food. Thanks for the cut.”

“Eat a lot of enrique.”

The child, who had seen the New Year in a fairy tale book where the whole family gathered and shared crepes, looked very satisfied.

The youngest, eating crepe with the above face, was cute and gave Seymour a small smile, meanwhile, Isidor cut the crepe into smaller pieces for Deborah to eat.

But there were people who did not assimilate at all in this friendly atmosphere.

Rosad narrowed her eyes as she looked at the subtle auras that had formed on Isidor's knife.

'That skill that cuts food neatly without scratching the plate. You look useful when you're dating a girl.'

Seeing how delicate and sophisticated the mana control is, it seems like it's not something I've done once or twice.

Athletes How to Recognize Athletes. For some reason it smells like the same player.

'After all, I'll have to shake it off properly.'

Towards the end of dinner, when it was time for bed, Enrique was holding back his yawn and weeping, and Duke Seymour got up to take the youngest to their annex.

“Bring it.”

As soon as the two disappeared, Rosad glanced at the servant, followed by a black keg of a size that would make him intimidating just looking at it.

“Deborah, you go up too. I have a story to tell with the Duke of Visconti, man-to-man.”

"What is he saying now. Are you drunk already?”

Deborah didn't even snort her.

“It’s cheap, isn’t it a husband you’ll look tired of every day if you get married anyway? You won't have many opportunities to get together like this in the future, but today you give up your fiancé."

He went as far as Belek to help.

“brother-in-law, what do you think? Having a drink with us casually.”

“....”

Rosad asks skillfully.

brother-in-law. The word struck Isidor's heart bluntly.

Having a relationship approved by the Seymour twins, who seemed like a strong man.

Deborah swallowed a sigh as she looked into the emerald-colored eyes that fluttered relentlessly.

“Don’t eat too much. Don't bully me, don't stain it badly.”

“Bad water? Are we demons?”

“So, do it in moderation.”

Belek asked again, looking at her sister's back, which was far away after glaring at her with a veiled sharp gaze.

“Sir Isidore, you started dating because you were threatened, right?”

“no. I liked her a lot from the start, and I confessed first.”

“After all, if you want to tell the truth, you have to drink alcohol first.”

The brandy that Rosard brought out was so powerful that Belek, who usually does drink alcohol, was the first to get drunk.

“The Duke of Visconti… ! When tears come out of my brother's eyes, it's not like your eyes are bleeding. Please know that our Seymour is the one to extract without tears of blood.”

He rushed forward and gave Isidor a stern warning, but

“… Still, you are the best among the kids your age. They're all stinky and too sensitive... The more I think about it, the more there is no one like you.”

He was gibberish and gave compliments.

“But Sir Isidor, aren’t you really threatened? I'm not doing this because I'm intimidated, but objectively, you have a much better personality.”

“Not at all. The princess is too much for me.”

“Did Deborah teach you to say that? She's my little sister, but she's very meticulous and scary. She's a saint, huh? Does it make sense!?”

“The princess is sweeter, kinder, more lovable and cute than Saint Naila.”

“ugh, am I drunk and keep listening to nonsense?”

Belek turned into a chicken and shuddered, eventually raising his arms as if surrendering, and squealing back to his place.

'The man who only talked about poor nutrition is gone and the two of us are finally alone.'

Rosad then took a short breath and looked at Isidore, sipping alcohol.

“Sir Isidore, are you really good at drinking like this?”

“It’s not something I really enjoy.”

“Are you good at drinking like that? It’s nice to meet someone who has the right amount of alcohol after a while.”

“I’m a little nervous. It’s nice to have a drink with Rosard too.”

The two continued to give and take again, and as time went on, the hazy energy in Isidore's eyes grew stronger.

Rosa de secretly dumped alcohol with a quick hand gesture, so Isidore was drinking a lot one-sidedly.

'Let's see where we really do not come out. '

Rosard was constantly refilling empty glasses, and his eyes gleamed like a viper.

***

the next morning.

Deborah flicked her tongue in surprise as she looked at Rosard, who had been quenched by the hangover.

Isidor, who had been drinking all night, was sleeping in the guest room without knowing the world, and the eldest son in every corner of the house, who had a stubborn and impeccable appearance, became such a beggar.

“Why did you suddenly catch Isidore and make a masterpiece? After all, what was your plan?”

“Deborah.”

“What?”

“to Isidor, I hope you to do well”

Instead of answering, he made a wacky sound.

“… suddenly?”

“Anyway, good job. There is no one like Duke Visconti in the country. you are very lucky, If you are a saint, Isidor is the son of god.”

“What does that mean?”

“There is such a thing. For a moment, I thought you were a waste, but you two look good together. It's a heavenly match.”

Rosad turned around after saying what he had to say, and sticking out his tongue, remembering the drinking party with Isidor last night.

He caught Isidore, who was completely drunk, and one of his specialties was taking confessions.

“Isidor, honestly, isn’t today an uncomfortable place for you? Father, me, and Belek aren't the kind of people you comfortable with. With Deborah as well, it would have been easier for the previous opponent to deal with... ”

“yes. It’s really not comfortable.”

“Now you’re getting a little more honest.”

“I really want to look good to Deborah's family. So every time we meet, I get nervous, but today, I felt really good that you called me brother-in-law.”

At Isidore's answer, which felt somewhat innocent, Rosard felt an unusually sly smirk.

“Hmm! You can call me big brother.”

“It's good.… Oh, by the way, big brother.”

“Yes.”

“Who is your previous partner?”

“I asked yes only? You must have met someone before.”

“I have never dated anyone before.”

“Nobody?”

“Yes.”

Isidor nodded his head broadly.

“why?”

“It’s mysophobia. Except for Deborah, I can’t touch anyone.”

“Really? Is Deborah the first?”

“yes. The princess felt that I was a genius for the first time, the humor was funny but cute, and …”

What is this child?

There is a saying that drunken seriousness.

He was very good at obtaining a confession by torture, but even if he looked closely, Isidore's tone, eyes, and gestures did not seem to be lying.

Besides, I had to listen all night long to Isidor, who was drunk, about how great my sister was.

'Well, like that... Are there any alcoholic beverages like Palbulbul? '

I had unlocked the heart of the Duke of Visconti with alcohol, but somehow it felt like I had opened something I couldn't see.

He sighed, rubbing his swollen eyes.

'I'm testing someone as pure as the first snow. I feel sorry for nothing.'

The conscience, which was nothing more than a vestigial organ, suddenly stings.

Reflecting on the years of debauchery, Rosad decided to sincerely bless his sister's marriage.

[itsaash]

Hamptons Cubs: Midnight

Prompt credit to @noots-fic-fests and character credit to @lumosinlove!

Today we're back to the Hamptons featuring some boys just trying to figure it out

Rated M, 1900 words, Read on ao3, if you prefer

Finn didn’t know what to do with his heart. It was 8 sizes too big and yet felt like it was in a vice. He wanted to pull it out and put it on ice and turn it fucking down .

Logan was in his house. With Leo. Going into Leo’s bedroom with him after an awkward evening of talking about careers and apartments and absolutely not college.

Leo must have made himself dizzy from all the darting around his eyes were doing, between the other two men, who were dancing on conversational thin ice. Finn didn’t blame Leo for yawning and pulling Logan into his bedroom with a kind goodnight. Finn had retreated to his own room and tried to force himself to sleep, hoping it would all make more sense in the morning.

But all Friday Logan had been with Leo in the kitchen like an adorable snarky shadow, and god, they were so cute together. Between frittatas and pasta salad and paninis Finn saw Logan cleaning up behind Leo like he was made for it. He saw Leo laughingly take a steak knife out of Logan’s hand (that he was trying to cut peppers with) and guide him to the sink full of dishes instead, with a kiss to the curve of his neck that forced himself to walk away from watching.

Friday, Saturday, Sunday passed with Finn trying to work, trying to not see the extra love that was cooked into their meals with the presence of Logan being around Leo. His parents loved having someone new there and at any meal they ate all together it was easy enough to stay polite but quiet. To only see the love shimmering between Leo and Logan out of the corner of his eyes because to look at it full on felt like it would burn his retinas like the sun.

Logan and Leo .

On Sunday after a dinner of grilled local sausages, a green salad from the garden, and smashed potatoes, Finn grew the courage to offer to help with dishes. Missing the time he usually had with Leo felt like a gaping opening in his heart and so he shuffled into the kitchen and settled in at the sink, aiming for casual.

“Oh hey Finn, thanks sugar. You might want to leave that pan soaking for a bit yet, the meat got nice and stuck on there.”

“Sounds good Leo, happy to help,” Finn said, holding his hands under the running water for just a breath.

“Busy weekend? Seems like you had a lot of work to do,” Leo asked.

“Hmm? Oh, oh, yeah. I didn’t get done what I wanted to this week, so I was trying to catch up. I got put on a new book recently. It’s a really great project, but I’ve just kind of … stuck on it lately, for some reason.”

Reasons including: it’s hard to focus on editing when his mind wasn’t sure what year it was, was time travelling every time he looked up and saw Logan.

Leo nodded in understanding as he finished bringing the dirty dishes to the sink. He put away the leftovers in silence as they worked together for a while. Finn took a deep breath as he scrubbed the extra dirty pan.

“I’m guessing Logan told you all about how he saved me in that history class, huh?”

Leo propped a hip against the counter near Finn, relaxed with his arms crossed. “Well he was actually pretty sure you saved him, so I guess it sounds like you helped each other.”

Finn dropped the sponge and turned to Leo, his breath heaving.

“I’m sorry,” Finn blurted out.

Leo cocked his head to the side, eyes soft. “For what?”

“That I kissed your boyfriend,” Finn said in a rush, making it sound like all one word.

“Oh sugar, Finn, don’t apologise. It’s ok. It was ages ago, I didn’t even know him then.” He picked up a towel and started drying the cookware Finn had washed before continuing. “I’m actually really glad you had each other. It makes me happy to think about the two of you studying, helping each other out.”

Finn managed a half smile at the thought of his and Logan’s study session.

“Is it ok that we’re here, Finn? If it’s weird, it’s totally fine. We can head home for the week. You’ve been … quiet …. this weekend and we really aren’t trying to mess up your week.” Leo hesitated. “Not to get in the middle of it, but Logan did mention you might feel like he ghosted you. Or that maybe you feel some anger towards him?”

“No, no! Did he say that?” Finn ran both hands through his hair, getting it wet, and took a deep breath, shaking his head. “I don’t remember it that way. Please, stay. I was surprised, like shock and awe , like get me a fainting couch type surprised. And I think it made me seize up a bit. But I see the two of you are really happy, it’s so sweet. Please, stay. Have a fun week out of the city.” Finn turned and finished cleaning the last dish and dried his hands.

Leo smiled, towel moving slowly over the dish in his hand. “Thanks Finn. That means a lot to me.”

Finn nodded and turned, meaning to head upstairs. That was about as much of confronting this weirdness that he could handle for today. Logan might be back in from his conversation with his parents at any time.

“And Finn?” Leo called. He turned back, leaning against the wall, hip popped out, listening. “Don’t avoid us, okay? If you don’t want to? I promise there’s no hard feelings on our end.” Finn just gave a small smile and nod, but the worried look lifted, just a bit, before he turned to go upstairs.

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Logan had been helping Leo and between frittatas and his pasta salad and peach pie they had been busy all weekend. Logan was so impressed by his boyfriend, was soaking up every moment of watching Leo in his element, and with a backdrop worthy of a postcard too. Leo had even let Logan peel the peaches and mix the salad, although mostly Logan cleaned and organised and prepared while Leo cooked.

But, Finn. Logan didn’t know what to think. The shock had faded somewhat in the past two days of helping Leo with meals. It was a busy gig, an easy distraction. But then he’d glance out the window and catch a glimpse of Finn’s red hair out the window, amidst the beautiful garden and sprawling lawn. And his heart would stutter and he’d forget where he was for a moment. He’d think of books and candles and highlighters until he looked at Leo. Then reality would spin itself around him again and he’d kiss his boyfriend on the cheek as he walked to the fridge to put something away and tried to live in the present.

Sunday night they sat outside to watch the sunset, it wasn’t fully dark until nearly 10, and they sipped their drinks and watched the colour fade from the garden and flowers and trees as colours bloomed across the sky instead. And then those faded too, and the stars started sparkling out of nothingness. They sat in loungers beside each other, gaze shifting from the horizon to the sky. Leo’s hand was still warm in his with blankets over both of them.

Logan turned his head from the stars to Leo, just as awed by the sight of his love, even in the dim light.

“So are we staying the week still?”

Leo hummed. “Yeah, Finn said he wants us to. You ok with it? It’s ok if you’re not.”

Logan took a moment to trace his eyes over Leo’s cupid bow as he collected his thoughts. “I still want to. It’s beautiful here, and I have some guilt about how I treated Finn, but really I have nothing but good memories of him.”

“Yeah? You ready to talk more about it?”

Logan took in the stars. Orion’s Belt, the Big Dipper, the sparkling dots that could tell any story, told them all. When he had gathered his thoughts from the spaces between the stars, he went on.

“It was just a few months. But it’s burned into my mind like when you close your eyes after looking at something too bright. Finn is … bright.”

Leo chuckled and nodded at that, Logan squeezed his hand three times.

“Really, we pretty much just studied. We were in the zone, essay writing and memorising,” Logan continued. “Then we went to a party, and we kissed.” He set his head back against the lounge chair. “And Le, it was such a good kiss. It was a long, beautiful, hot kiss.” Logan sighed. “And I think I said something like I’m not gay ? And then the semester was pretty much over, and I was scared, and I didn’t call for months. And when I did, his number had changed.”

Leo reached over and took Logan’s hand in both of his, running his thumb in circles. 

“And I kissed boys after that, and slept with girls, and never felt a hint of the spark I had with him.” He turned his head towards Leo. “Until I met you, of course.” Logan turned onto his side and ran his fingertips down Leo’s cheek. “Remember? We talked, and ate, and when you kissed me, there were the sparks of sunshine filling every part of me.”

Leo smiled, and gripped his hand tighter. “I’m glad you had each other, love. That sounds lovely, and kind of really sad.”

Logan smiled a half smile. “I love you so much. Leo, you are the light of my life. I kissed Finn, one evening, years ago. Today, I’m with you and I want you .”

Leo smiled and they leaned across the small space between chairs to press their lips together.

“You want to stay?” Leo asked.

“Yeah, I do. Let’s have our little vacation, let’s relax, and eat, enjoy the scenery,” he said, waving a hand vaguely around at the dark.

Leo’s watch beeped, midnight.

They sat in the deep quiet for a minute, hands connected between the chairs.

“You told me once your first kiss with a guy had been in college. Was that Finn then?” Leo asked softly into the darkness.

“Oui, soleil, it was.” He made the move to forgo his chair in favour of joining Leo in his. He climbed on top of Leo, pressing them chest to chest. “You were my first everything else, though.”

He leaned down and pressed their lips together and Leo tilted his head up into the kiss.

“I tried with other people in college, but it was never right, never felt good, until it was you,” Logan peppered Leo’s face with kisses. The darkness hugged them as they kissed, making them feel like the only people in the world.

Logan pressed a deep kiss down to Leo's lips, leaving him breathless. Then he stood, one leg on either side of the chair, and pulled Leo’s body down the lounge chair until his hips were near the edge. His long legs sprawled off the end onto the soft grass. Logan backed up and dropped to his knees under the midnight bright stars. The grass was only darkness, but was soft under his knees, cool in contrast to the hard heat that was soon filling his mouth.

“I love this, I never get to make you come on Sundays,” Logan murmured against his skin.

Leo huffed a laugh, arching his back involuntarily. “I think it is Monday by now, baby, ahhh.”

Logan just hummed and swallowed in response.

Leo could hardly see Logan through the darkness, but the stars twinkling in the sky kept him company when stars sparked and exploded behind his eyes.

[cheemscakecat]

Missing in Action 5 1/2

Chapter 5 1/2 Team Meat-ing Part 2

Young Spy prepares a meal for the whole team with Scout’s help. But despite the good food, he doesn’t seem super happy.

No cover art, but I’ve included pictures of each dish IRL

The first thing Scout noticed the next morning was the smell of Spy’s stupid cigarettes. He followed the smell into the kitchen, which was where he was going anyways. The new guy was there cleaning and gathering pots and pans, while smoking one of Spy’s cigs. Jeremy decided that someone might as well use them.

”What’s up?” He asked, sneaking over to the fridge to get the milk. Most days he just ate cereal, if it was there and nobody cooked breakfast. They hadn’t had much left after the admin mess, but there was ham and bacon unopened in the bottom drawer, and nobody got sick from it. He didn’t know if it was good that his thoughts drifted to miss Pauling. He wanted to believe that it was just concern over her new job, but he worried that he hadn’t moved on.

”I am going to cook ze food today. But there are many hens, so I need both kitchens.” Jeremy nodded and mindlessly took a bowl and his sugary chocolate cereal. It look him a second after pouring to notice new Spy staring. “What is that?”

”It’s cereal. Mostly just kids eat it for breakfast but I uh… get in a hurry.” Normally, Scout wouldn’t be embarrassed about not cooking most days, but this new guy was right here gatherin stuff for a big meal. He felt pretty lazy.

”I need to get food from ze other kitchen started. Come there after cereal.” And with that, Spy wandered off with an armful of clean pots.

When Scout opened the passageway door 10 minutes later, he found the Spy chopping vegetables. That was weird, there weren’t really any in the other fridge, even after a restock. “You go to town last night?” Spy turned around and shook his head. He opened another hidden door.

“Ze delivery people put ze new produces in this bread pocket so it would not rot.” Spy set down the knife and brought over a white paper box from the island. It was full of fancy looking bread that Jeremy wasn’t familiar with. “Have this pain au chocolat.” He said, plopping the dessert into his hand.

It was a real flaky bread with chocolate filling! Scout was surprised that it was still fresh, but quickly remembered that newbie woulda thrown out any moldy bread.

Things seemed to be going pretty well for a while. Jeremy offered to help Spy if he wanted it, and was tasked with putting the vegetables in each pot. He noticed a lot of butter. But he noticed that everything had grinded to a halt when they got to cutting the chickens.

New Spy was staring blankly at the fancy bird with a knife half raised in his hand. At first, Jeremy assumed he was just making up his mind on somethin, but he stayed like that for 10 minutes before he decided to speak up.

“You uh, alright man?” He asked. Spy blinked once and sighed. “Sorry, it’s… I wasn’t planning to do meals so soon after… after relocation.” He didn’t explain any further than that. But Scout got a very sudden feeling that there was much more going on.

“Well uh, I could try to help you. Cut the time in half, right?” Spy flinched for some reason before putting on a forced, close-lipped grin. “I think that would be best, thank you. I’m not feeling… fast right now.”

Spy got to work browning stuff in one of the pans. “Cut ze drumsticks and ze thighs off 2 hens.” Scout remembered watching Ma cut the turkey at thanksgiving and did his best. As far as he could tell it was decent, but he figured Spy might not agree. He glanced over from the bacon and veggies in the pan. “Did I… do it right?” He asked. “It does not have to be perfection. The bulk of ze meat is where we want.” Good.

“So, uh… what are we making right now?” Jeremy got the feelin he should keep things light. Something was botherin the new guy. “Coq au vin.” He snorted and spy blinked at him. He was almost convinced that it was because it sounded like his old man’s weird *** snort laugh. Oh wait, no. New guy wouldn’t know about that. “What is funny?”

”Oh, just sounded like an American word for… something.” Spy stirred for a while and made Scout believe he’d moved on. “Oh, is word for *****.” He wheezed like Ma and for some reason newbie looked even more surprised.

They prepped something called “chicken fricassee” which two more hens worth’a drums and thighs, then two pots of… um…

”Wait, what was it called?” “Poulet a la Moutarde Francaise.” “Uh….” “Mustard chicken.” Maybe there was a good reason for fancy names after all.

With the remainin four chickens, they prepped two to be roasted whole. Cut the thighs and drums off the others for “chicken chasseur” n that left the breasts for “chicken Provençal”. Scout watched new Spy take the bones and put them in a big metal thing.

“What are you gonna do with the bones?” “Chicken stock.” He answered, shoving them in the big freezer. Apparently some of the other freezer mystery tubs were stock or sauces.

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Good lord, the base smelled magnificent. It took half the team just to make sure Solly didn’t go in the kitchen and mess up that cookin food. Thankfully Engineer didn’t have to keep Pyro out on account of his mask.

They knew Spy was French, they knew that but.. it was easy to forget the whole “food hub” thing when the smoking room wasn't for meals. Spy musta been cookin and eating in his secret kitchen, or the base woulda smelled like this sooner.

Demoman wasn’t much affected by the smell. It was nice to be sure, but he had gone on with his pure alcohol diet so long that food didn’t tempt him. But he noticed Sniper of all people pacing around all impatient like. He liked to live on the land, but even he weren’t immune to good cookin.

Heavy was glad that Spy had not gone to his house in Siberia. Not just because of Scout being ill, but because he wouldn’t have been happy with the food. There were many less spices in a place so far, and mother had to make them last. Normally he was content with his sandviches, but he could tell this meal would be a treat.

Medic locked Archimedes and the other doves in the medbay. They, like him, had no qualms about eating cooked bird. Archimedes might have possibly eaten a cooked dove if it were offered to him, but he was cute and the doctor was content with that.

Antoine wasn’t looking forward to dinner. It wasn’t doubt in his own abilities or the healthfulness of the food. He just.. he didn’t want to cook for a new team! On that Helicopter he told himself he’d be wise this time, not overly friendly and naive. But here he was cooking for a strange team without a proper mask to hide his face.

And he missed them. It was the same good food, but it wasn’t for them. They weren’t… here. Was he really about to do this so soon? During his failed relocation, with total strangers?

He pictured the desert Scout assisting him earlier that day. If he’d been alone, that good hen would have gone rancid from him standing useless at the counter. And it shouldn’t be like that. He shouldn’t be like that. Desert Scout seemed like a nice enough guy. Someone he would befriend if he got to stay, but that probably would not happen. But for now, it was nice knowing someone near his age who was kind.

This Scout reminded him of Merriam, actually. He missed her, even if she hated him forever. Of course she didn’t know the secret. She and Jeremy were safer that way. He debated calling her on the desert Spy’s phone but felt afraid it was tapped.

It had surprised him that the missing Spy was French actually. France was in Europe, and while it’s people were not as pasty and weak to heat as the British, it was not a sweltering country. He took the nightmares over staying awake long in the weeks he spent in that cave. Better to conserve energy that way. The missing Spy had expensive tastes and probably did not much like heat himself. What possessed him to move to a desert team?

He may have been one of the bad spies. The ones who sell their teammates secrets. He knew they were out there, his old team warned him to speak with carefulness around other RED spies, not just BLU. He wouldn’t let that advice go to waste, especially if his family could be tracked.

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New Spy laid out a really epic spread of food! Jeremy had to admit, he’d been skeptical of the meal gettin boring using the same veggies in so many fancy French dishes. But he was wrong. It all looked so good, and he wanted to taste everything!

There were really smooth yellow mashed potatoes and some kinda greens, and lots and lots of chicken! Spy wrapped some melon in fancy deli meat and put it on a cutting board with cheese, olives and more deli meat. There was a tray of colorful desserts and fancy breads like the one he ate at breakfast, too.

Engineer made sure to grab some extra dessert and watered down wine with Pyro’s plate, and loaded up his own with just about everything he and Spy could fit. Heavy had already told him they didn’t eat at the table, but at least Engie knew he hadn’t offended baby Spy.

Heavy was interested in the cheese platter, but skipped it because he knew his big hands would touch everyone else’s share by mistake. But he was pleased with the red sauced chicken meals and the roasted whole breast. He took a spiral bread from the edge of the dessert tray and it was very sweet and pleasantly delicate.

Medic enjoyed the mushroom based sauce on the mashed potatoes, it reminded him of Germany’s different gravies. The meat wrapped cantaloupe was surprisingly good, and even if the spinach was soft and unlike sauerkraut, the flavor was still very good. He made sure to grab an extra plain pastry to share with his birds later.

Spy hooked Demoman up wit scotch and some stronger wine instead of insisting that he eat. He appreciated it, even if the drink was too mild for him to get a buzz.

Soldier had never been a fancy civilized person. He preferred to sleep outside surrounded by raccoons, not in buildings that were too neat and riddled with rules. He was enjoying the food though. He hoped that Spy might make more for him and Zhanna sometime, because the only other place to get fancy people food was fancy people restaurants. And he could tell that she would feel just as itchy to leave as him in a place like that.

Sniper didn’t usually go for smaller white meat birds, preferring emu and other big Aussie bird meat, but the red sauces appealed to him. He liked the fancy desserts well enough, even if he didn’t know what the squishy stuff was… not pudding.. not frosting. It was good though. The mustardy chicken was good broken up and eaten with the green stuff, which he took to be polite.

Scout was having a blast! He never knew there were so many ways to cook chicken and make it taste different. And new Spy probably knew like seven more ways. French food had always seemed like a distant idea behind his stinking deadbeat father and his stuck up attitude. It always sounded snobby by proxy.

But maybe his dumb*** dad was used to good food like this, and that’s why he hated the fried chicken Scout bought. He had to admit, if he ate it after a bite of one of these dishes it would taste like cardboard. But that didn’t make it right to waste food like he did during the bread monster accident. Letting it fall on the floor and get gross… whatever, this wasn’t about him.

There was mustardy chicken that was really good with the green stuff and a plain “croissant”. The roasted chicken was lemony and had a bunch of green spices on it. The white sauce with mushrooms went super well with the good mashed potatoes. He ate pieces of cheese from the cutting board in between the heavier red sauced chicken. And even the melon thing he tried was good!

He got full faster than he usually did eating chicken. But then again, he usually just ate a bucket of fried drumsticks with no mashed potatoes or other stuff. It was kind of boring food, now that he thought about it. He smelled something like peanut butter on the dessert tray and decided it was worth trying. New Spy told him it was hazelnut flavored; he knew because he ate one too.

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The leftover food was put in the shared kitchen, except for the cheese board and some of the pastries, which Antoine took back to the other Spy’s kitchen. Then everyone went to bed. He was glad that everyone liked the food, especially since it meant they didn’t watch him too closely. The sound of Scout innocently cutting the raw chicken bones apart almost made him vomit earlier.

It was not so bad at dinner, but his stomach still churned looking at the food he wished he was serving to his old team. He ate the potatoes, roasted chicken and creamed spinach instead of having the same fun as the others. It all went down well enough, and when the desert Scout was unsure of what dessert he had eaten, he worked up the guts to taste one and tell him the flavor. He missed them. And he missed Merriam. It took him longer to fall asleep in the chair by the fire, even though he was just as full as the desert team who were dreaming in peace. For once, he did not have a nightmare.

Here’s what the meal would have looked like, more or less

Coq au Vin

Chicken Fricassee

Poulet a la Moutarde Francaise

Chicken Chasseur

Chicken Provençal

Roasted whole chicken

Charcuterie board

Mashed potatoes

Creamed Spinach because health [same]

The desserts

The hazelnut thing Scout ate.

[unpredictable-probabilities]

Azul Ashengrotto of Royal Sword Academy || Chapter 19: Banters and Questions

Summary:

The impromptu sleepover has begun and it starts in the kitchens, where Azul fixes up a dinner for their little group.

In the midst of it, inquiries and curiosities begin to float among the group, one of which calls Jamil and Azul's friendship into question...

Word Count: 2,868

Jade leads them down the corridors to Octavinelle's kitchen, which was fortunately big enough to accommodate all of them without it being cramped.

"What do you usually eat for dinner?" Azul asks Jamil, rolling up his sleeves. He had hung his coat on one of the hooks by the door. "Is there any type of dish you'd like for tonight?"

"Hmm..." Jamil thinks about it.

Ace mutters, “Maybe he’d like to have you for dinner.”

Jamil shoves him aside while Azul’s back is turned.

"You've always wanted to run a catering business, right?” Jamil says. “Perhaps that means you have a signature dish you'd like to feature there. You can make that if it's possible."

"Oh, that reminds me!” Ruggie pipes up. “I heard y'all are planning on opening up a café sometime soon. If you got any job openings, I'm yer guy!"

"Wait, why would you ever need to work anymore? You're gonna get married to royalty someday," Ace asks, confused.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa! Jumping the gun a lil' here, don'cha think?" The hyena shook his head. "Datin's one thing but who knows what's gonna happen in the future? 'Sides, I ain't plannin' on becoming a meat sack like Leona!"

Jade chuckles, then turns to Azul. "The freezer is there, and the shelves containing the different seasonings and condiments are over there," he gestures around the room. "Feel free to use as much as you like. Meanwhile I'll be by the ovens baking some snacks for us."

Azul nods. "Thank you."

He heads to the freezer and opens it to look at the meats and vegetables inside, then he turns to Jamil. "How's your fever?"

Jamil takes a moment to assess himself, having forgotten how unwell he had been feeling. "Honestly, it seems like I'm all better. A little sluggish, but I think that's from sleeping all day today. What about you? Are you feeling okay enough to cook?"

“Yes,” Azul nods. “My muscles still feel sore but not as much as they were this morning.” He takes two frozen plastic bags from the freezer and puts them in a mixing bowl. “How do you feel about cauliflower?” he asks Jamil.

"Cauliflower? Other than its nutritional benefits and the fact that it looks like a pretty white flower, I think it's a good ingredient. Why?"

“Ruggie’s remark about how he still can’t get Leona to cook vegetables reminded me of a particular vegetable dish I know,” Azul says as he places the mixing bowl on the counter. “If Ruggie likes it, perhaps he can add it to his repertoire of vegetable dishes that he serves to his cubs.” He waves his Magic Pen and defrosts the two plastic bags. Jamil can see that one bag contains the said vegetables, and the other contains chicken. “Have you decided whether you’ll be a cook at Jade’s cafe?” Azul asks as he takes a chopping board and knife from the racks.

"I could," Jamil admits, playfully sidling up to him at the counter. "Do you think the management would like me?"

Azul smiles at him. “I think the management would like you very much. Do you have any specialties you’d like to share with the café?”

"If I have to say that there's a type of dish I specialize in, I suppose it'd be anything that dabbles in heavy spices. It's one of the things the Scalding Sands is most well-known for, after all. So whenever the Asims would have guests over, I'd cook with the professional chefs for 'em. And I like spicy food in general."

Azul perks up. “Oh, then you’ll like this one,” he says as he reaches for red peppers on the shelf and places them on the counter. “It’s a recipe I learned just this year when I was trying out various dishes for myself.”

He lays down the chicken on the chopping board and cuts it into thin slices.

Then Floyd’s laughter echoes in the kitchen. Azul looks up to see that Ace seems to be showing Rielle how to do disappearing card tricks even without using actual magic. Rielle is practicing how to do it, and he had successfully made a card ‘disappear’ and reappear behind Floyd’s ear.

Azul pauses with the slicing and smiles at them, but there’s a noticeable worry in his eyes.

Jamil quiets down to ask, "What's wrong? Worried about Rielle?"

Azul looks down again at the chopping board and continues his slicing. Then he nods. “It isn’t like him to stay out of RSA and then ask permission if he could do so. And I do like staying here myself, so I didn’t contradict him. But I worry that there’s another reason why he wants to stay away from RSA. I was unconscious for most of the time since we got back, and I don’t know how Headmage or the other professors have reacted to Rielle cutting his work short in the Coral Sea, but it’s entirely possible that they’re making him feel pressured again.”

"Ah, that'd certainly explain it." Jamil casts a glance at the others. "So he's essentially hiding away here?"

“It seems like it,” Azul says, putting the chicken aside and chopping some garlic and herbs. “And admittedly I’m not sure what to do. Do I tell him to face the issues at RSA even though he seems so happy here?” he shakes his head. “It feels hypocritical coming from me. I got out of RSA a lot too, during the Winter Ball preparations.”

"Hm... Considering he and Floyd organized all this, perhaps we can let him have his bliss for tonight, and then try and see if we can talk to him about his place within RSA tomorrow. Because for the time being, I think he really needs the rest, so why not indulge him for a little bit? And if you're worried about talking to him alone, I can be there with you." Jamil leans on the counter. "Speaking of, is there anything I can help with? I know you're making this for me, but I feel weird doing nothing while cooking duties are happening before my eyes."

Azul nods and seems to relax a little. “You’re right. He deserves to rest and have fun more than anything.” Then he smiles at Jamil. “Can you roast these peppers in the pan and mince them? I’ll see if I can find any cheese.”

"You got it, boss," Jamil humorously quips and starts to get to work.

"So what kinda game are we gonna play?" Ruggie asks from the counters. "And who, between the both of you, came up with it? This is important info." He looks suspiciously at Floyd and Rielle.

“Flame Tetra said board games, and I said Truth or Dare! It’s a classic!” Floyd says, holding cards in one hand and a 2 of clubs tucked behind his ear. “And it lets me pry information out of people or make ‘em do funny stuff without lifting a fin.”

Ruggie whistles, turning to help Jade load a tray of pastries into the oven. “Kinda wish I’d known that before I agreed to come to this thing. Though honestly I should have expected it when I knew you’re hosting it.”

“Exactly!” Floyd says cheerfully. “You got any juicy secrets I can pry out of you, lil’ Remora?”

"If I do, you're gonna have to pry it outta my cold dead hands," Ruggie sneers.

"Or through Truth or Dare!" Rielle chuckles.

"I'm fine with this," Ace grins. "I can already think of a few juicy questions and dares off the top of my head."

"Better be careful, Crabby, or yer gonna end up gettin' all the bad luck in this game." Floyd grins.

Ace scoffs. “No way! I’m not squeamish when it comes to dares, and I’m not even the one with the juiciest potential secrets here. Azul, Jamil, you’re playing, too, right?”

Azul distractedly looks up from making a mixture of herbs and cheese. “Hm? Of course,” he smiles politely.

"I'm gonna hold you to those dares, Ace," Jamil playfully warns, keeping his gaze onto his work.

"Wait, wait, wait, wait!" Ruggie, the only one with an ounce of self-preservation, calls their attention. "Just so we're clear, how 'juicy' we talkin' about here? We got any boundaries we shouldn't cross, at least, oooor..?"

“Hmm, I don’t think we should dare anyone to do anything to another person,” Rielle says. “For example, I can’t dare you to punch Floyd. We shouldn’t involve the others in another person’s dare. As for when truth is chosen, if someone feels that a question is too personal, the group can discuss and collectively decide whether a different question should be asked. What do you think?” he addresses everyone.

"Awwww," Floyd playfully pouts.

"Whew! Thank the Sevens!" Ruggie mimics wiping the sweat off of his brow.

Ace seems a tad disappointed too, but he shrugs. "Eh. I guess that'd at least guarantee we all live to see another day."

"Indeed. Dead bodies here would be such a stain on Octavinelle's reputation," Jade reasons, though he too, is noticeably sorrowful.

A little more than an hour later, Azul had cooked two dishes: Cauliflower steaks with crunchy hazelnuts, browned butter sauce, and lemon zest, and roasted roll-ups of chicken and red peppers with herbs.

He had laid the plates on the counter, beside Jade’s chocolate chip cookies and vanilla-frosted cupcakes.

“I’m surprised you didn’t cook any mushrooms,” Floyd says to his brother.

Jade chuckles. “I wanted to do something different.”

“Shall we bring these up to the rooftop, or would you prefer to eat in the dining area?” Azul asks them.

"Rooftop!" Floyd immediately says, followed by cheering from Rielle and Ace.

Jade chuckles. "You are all like adorable little children."

"Here, lemme help carry all these up!" Ruggie volunteers. "Nice dish ideas you got here, Azul! Mind if I grab myself a sample?"

The hyena proceeds to take one without waiting for Azul to answer.

"It's certainly impressive," Jamil compliments. "And you came up with these from experimenting? It now makes me wonder how different culinary work must be like under the sea."

"Yeah, how'd you cook anything underwater?" Ace asks, getting ready to head out with everyone.

"Well, sometimes... not at all." Jade replies, giving the ginger a toothy grin that makes him shiver.

“Quite a significant amount of magic is involved,” Azul says, smiling in amusement at Jade’s response. “There are magical equipment like pans and stoves that even non-magical merfolk can use.”

“I definitely wanna see something like that someday,” Ruggie says in interest.

They reach the rooftop and arrange the food and plates on the large picnic blanket.

The rooftop is several stories above the water level, and they have the view of the sea spread out before them beneath the night sky.

They settle onto the blanket in a loose circle; Jade in front of the serving plates, to his left is Floyd, then Rielle, Ace, Ruggie, Jamil, and finally Azul to Jade’s right.

Throw pillows are scattered around, but Jamil realizes that there aren’t any blankets. It makes sense because Floyd and Rielle spontaneously prepared the set-up, possibly with Jade’s help. The merfolk probably didn’t feel cold at all and preparing blankets slipped their mind.

Jamil is feeling chilly, though. Especially because it’s nighttime and they’re very close to the sea. He tries to suppress a shiver, telling himself that he's used to cold nights since he gets them in Scarabia and the Scalding Sands.

But Octavinelle is already cold on a normal day. This? This is cold. It's not at the Coral Sea's level, but it's cutting it pretty close. He tries to shrink a little, wrapping his jacket even tighter around himself.

Meanwhile, Ruggie copes with the cold by popping one of the chicken pepper roll-ups into his mouth.

"... Do you think it'd be legal to start a campfire here?" Ace wonders out loud.

“Technically we’re allowed to, but I’m afraid we don’t have any firewood at the moment,” Jade says, then he stands up. “I shall get blankets for everyone. Apologies for not having them around in the first place,” he puts a hand on his chest then leaves to go back inside.

“Oh yeah, you land critters ain’t built for the cold,” Floyd says, leaning casually against Rielle.

“Sorry, I suppose we got so excited about the sleepover that we forgot to prepare some blankets,” Rielle smiles shyly.

Azul notices Jamil bundling himself up tighter in his jacket. “Oh, would you like to borrow my coat?” he asks, already shrugging it off his shoulders.

"H-Huh?" Jamil blinks with a start. "Oh, no you don't have t—"

His voice dies down when the coat and Azul's arms are placed upon his shoulders. He's not sure if it's the jacket or the butterflies in his stomach, but he sure is warming up now.

"Awww," Ruggie teases.

"Wow, I've never seen Jamil this docile," Ace whispers.

Floyd snickers and Rielle chuckles at the reddening of Jamil's face.

"Lookit that. It's doin' wonders already, Octy," Floyd informs Azul.

Azul clears his throat, the teasing of their friends has made his face a little red. “Well, you had only just recovered from your fever, we don’t want it coming back, do we? Besides, you let me borrow a spare dorm uniform when it was too hot for me in Scarabia, it’s only right that I return the favor however I can.”

The atmosphere is quiet for a moment.

"... So tell us straight-up: Are you guys dating or not?" Ace blurts out.

"We're not!" Jamil retorts, his voice returning.

"Why not???" Ace asks. "Does that mean if I or even Jade start hitting on either of you, you both would be okay with it?"

Jamil's expression grows dark, over Ace putting them on the spot and over the sheer imagery of someone asking Azul out before he could.

Azul laughs nervously. “Same some of that energy for the Truth and Dare later, Ace.”

“And why are you only asking them?” Ruggie asks through a mouthful of chicken and pepper. “I don’t see you asking Floyd and Rielle, and they look even cozier together.”

"Floyd's already saying they're dating!" Ace argues.

Floyd sagely nods his head as if it's the most obvious thing in the world.

Rielle, meanwhile, looks surprised. "Huh? We are?"

Floyd blinks. "Huh? We're not?"

Rielle’s face reddens. “D-Do you want us to?”

“Hell yeah!” Floyd says, getting up from leaning on Rielle to look at his face. “And you told your dad already that you like me, right? I thought you knew that I like you, too?” he tilts his head in confusion.

Rielle looks down and he chuckles shyly. “Then y-yes. We’re dating,” he meets Floyd’s eyes.

Floyd gasps dramatically and throws his arms up. “YAY~!” he wraps them around Rielle and pulls him close, planting a firm kiss on his cheek.

Rielle’s eyes widen and he blushes even more.

“Wow,” Ruggie says, his eyebrows raised in fascination.

“See?” Ace says and looks at the rest of them as if his point was just proven. “It’s that easy to admit it!”

As if I could confess just like that right when Rielle and Floyd just got together, Jamil tries to keep a neutral expression.

"Oh, let 'em be, Ace," Ruggie was the one to step up and knock the freshman down a peg. "The game hasn't started and you're already prying into people's love lives. What, you desperate for some 'cause you don't have any?"

"OHHHHHHH!" Floyd reacts.

"W-Wh..!?" Ace stammers. "I wasn't desperate, I was just asking why Azul and Jamil are dancing around the idea of getting together!"

"Why? You wanna get together with someone yourself?” Ruggie raises an eyebrow. “You talk about our relationships a suspicious ton but never once mentioned yours. Who ya eyein'? Is it Deuce? Is it Yuu?"

Floyd mockingly gasps. "What if it's Grim?"

Ruggie gasps along as Ace cringes.

"UGH! Gross! No DUH it's not Grim!"

"Then is it this Yuu or Deuce?" Rielle mutters.

Jamil sighs in relief now that the spotlight's left the both of them.

"I— Well—!" Ace tries to voice out.

"No!" Ruggie exclaims. "BOTH!?"

"AGH! SHUT IT, WILL YOU?!" Ace yells, standing up.

"My, you're already involving yourselves in the wonder that is friendly gossip?" Jade has returned with a pile of blankets in his arms. "Without me?"

“Floyd and Rielle got together just now!” Ace blurts out, pointing at the couple.

“Weren’t they already together?” Jade asks, placing down the blankets and sitting back down in his place.

“Did it really seem like that?” Rielle smiles shyly.

“Yep, totally,” Ruggie says casually before turning to Jade. “So how’s this game gonna work? Do we spin a bottle or something? Let’s start this and get you involved in the gossip,” he hands Jade a plate of cauliflower steak.

Ace pouts and quietly sits back down.

"We can spin a bottle, yes," Jade nods, taking a generous bite of the steak, before taking a bottle out and placing it on the floor. "I took this as I was taking the blankets. Get yourselves comfortable, everyone, we're about to begin."

<- Chapter 18

Chapter 20 ->

(Masterlist)

[itwasthisorthemilitary]

March 14, 2024

¡El Dìa de Campo!

Today both SAS and CEC had a field day at Olivia’s farm! Real spoiled this week seeing the SASers 3 days. We all got to Olivia’s farm for a day of hands on activities and cultural learning. We split up into three groups to run through stations of how things are still done in less modern parts of the country.

Station 1: Prepping chickens.

Today i killed a chicken! It hung upside down from a rope hung to its feet, and I sliced its neck enough to bleed but not enough to kill it so that the blood would flow out.

Moving on.

Then we dunked it in boiling water, plucked the feathers, thankfully someone else dealt with the innards, and then I was handed a big ole butcher knife and was taught how to properly cut it. Unfortunately, i have no photos from this station because my hands were NASTY. Honestly, loved learning how to properly make the cuts. Fuels the belief that i could survive on my own in the wild.

Station 2: Washing our Clothes in the River

This was pretty self explanatory and if you’ve ever washed clothes on a hotel sink, you’re not missing much. The downside of this station was when I put my backpack on the ground i didn’t realize that 50,000 ants would crawl inside of it (I set my backpack down a lot, this has never happened). So when i went to put my backpack on my body, i was then bit by 50,000 ants. I am currently in pain and un poco delirious from the Benadryl. Once again, moving on.

Station 3: Husking Rice!

We had to pound whole grains of rice until they separated from their husks. It was really hot, and to finish the amount we were working with took about 2 hours. Then you use a big flat scooped out wooden bowl thing to toss the rice in the air so that the husks fly off in the wind.

Station ??4??: Prepping Lunch!

With the chickens we killed we made soup, and we also cooked the rice we had just husked! Honestly, the chicken being alive hours prior really didn’t bother me at all? If you can eat the meat you should be able to see how the sausage gets made. I’m more excited that it’s some of the freshest food I’ve ever eaten.

Seems like a lot of stations: Machete lessons!

We were taught the proper way to use our machetes, and then very precariously balanced on the side of a mountain while clearing a path. I really loved that. Had a very serious talk about how machetes are an extension of your arm.

Lastly, we had a dance lessons. All of our current teachers, instructors, and facilitators showed us classic Panamanian dances and then we had the option to try them. Consensus? The gringos can’t dance. But I LOVED the skirt and i really want my own.

Today was more what I thought PST was going to be like and it was so fun. Also, I’m so obnoxiously disgusting right now. A very full day! Nice to see all of our teachers outside of a classroom setting. After i got home, Ahmet, Cate, Natalie and I did some yoga and now I’m preparing for the best bucket shower of my life.

Estoy contenta. Mañana tengo mi segundo entrevista de español. No estoy nerviosa.

Photos to come in a separate post, I’m pushing my hotspot to the limits rn.

[sallysgrancanwrite]

Chapter Eighty-Three

Masterlist.

Dinner was finally ready. The turkey's stupid button, as Beth called it, had popped up so it was perfectly cooked. The skin was nice and golden brown. All the dishes were prepared and pies done. Chloe had even made some dinner rolls. It was the first time and they turned out great. When she was married Martha did most of the cooking.

“Emma, would you help Momma get the china, and set the table in the dining room?” Chloe asked Emma.

“Yes, Momma.” Emma said, sliding off Grandpa’s lap. She loved sitting on his lap.

“Be very careful with Grammys good china honey.” Chloe told her daughter as she handed her some to carry. She didn’t have to walk far with them because the china hutch was in the dining room.

Chloe got out the beautiful silverware from the drawer and box. She remembered having to polish these when she was younger. She hated doing it. It took her away from her friends. Doing it now wasn’t such a big deal. When you grow up your thinking and priorities mature.

“Chloe, make sure to put out some wine goblets for the adults.” Edith told her.

“Momma, can I have a pretty glass too?” Emma asked Chloe.

“You don’t drink wine honey.” Chloe replied.

“I know, but can I drink my milk out of one? Emma said.

“You go ask Grammy.” Chloe told her. “That’s up to her.”

“Okay,” Emma said, running into the kitchen.

“Grammy, can I drink my milk from your pretty glasses? Emma asked her.

“Can you be very careful and not break it?” answered Edith.

“I will, I promise.” Emma told her.

“Okay, I guess that would be alright.” Edith said.

“Thank you, Grammy!” Emma said hugging Edith very tight.

She ran to tell Chloe. She was so excited. “Momma!” Emma hollered. “Grammy said I could!”

“Okay, but no screaming in the house please.” Chloe told her.

“Sorry, I got excited.” Emma said.

“That’s okay, honey. I’m not mad.” Chloe told her. She had to be careful correcting her daughter after all the abuse from her father. He was terribly harsh and cruel to Emma. Chloe made sure to always let her know she wasn’t mad at her. She didn’t want to damage her anymore than she was already.

They called the guys to come sit down. As promised Emma got to sit by Alan, her new best friend.

“This looks and smells amazing!” said Alan. “I admit it is much better than a turkey dinner at the cafe. Not that the food is bad there.” He commented.

“No one should spend Thanksgiving alone.” Chloe told him.

“Okay honey, will you carve the Turkey please.” asked Edith.

Bob got out his good carving knife and fork from the hutch. The knife just slid through the meat.

“Chloe, go get the gravy in the kitchen. I plum forgot it.” Edith told her.

“Hand me your plate Beth. Do you want white or dark meat?” asked Bob.

“I’ll take either one. Thank you Bob.” She told him.

Chloe and Emma both liked white meat and Edith ate dark meat.

“Alan, what would you like?” Bob asked their guest.

“I’ll take some dark meat if you have some cut up.” Alan answered.

Chloe was genuinely happy this Thanksgiving for the first time in many years.

They didn’t celebrate Holidays with Michael. He would always get drunk and soon the abuse would start.

Emma looked happy too. She really liked Alan and he was very nice to her. It was good for her to see that not all men are like her father.

They ate themselves silly. Now for the enormous cleanup.

“Well, Alan, shall we turn on the game?” Bob asked him. “What would you like to drink? I can mix you one.”

“Actually a beer would be okay. If you have one.” Alan answered.

“Coming right up.” Bob looked happy to have a guy to hang out with and watch football with.

The ladies got to cleaning the food up. Emma went and got some Barbie’s and sat by Bob’s feet and played.

“Girls, let’s use the dishwasher today. There are too many dishes to do by hand.” Edith told Chloe and Beth.

Afterwards the ladies went back to playing a card game. The afternoon just flew by.

“Does anyone feel ready for some pie?” asked Edith. “Lord knows we have enough.”

“I will, dear.” replied Bob.

“I’ll take some as well,” said Alan. “What do you have?”

“We have sweet potato pie, coconut cream, blueberry, apple, and banana cream. “ Edith answered.

“I’ll take coconut cream.” hollered Bob.

“I’ll have the sweet potato pie.” Alan replied.

Chloe took the pies into the living room for the guys. They didn’t want to miss the game.

The ladies ate in the kitchen. They were tired from all the cooking that day.

“I’m beat,” said Beth. “But how are you holding up Edith?”

“I'm doing good. You girls did most of it today. It was a great help.” Edith stated.

With the game over, Alan stood up to get ready for home.

“Do you have to leave?” asked Emma.

“I’m afraid so, honey. I have to work in the morning.” He said looking down at the little girl with a smile. “But I’m sure I’ll see again sometime.”

“I hope you had a good day,” said Bob. “It was nice to watch the game with you.” Bob said, shaking Alan’s hand. “Don’t be a stranger. You’re welcome here anytime.”

Chloe got him his jacket and walked him to the door.

“Thank you for a wonderful day.” He said looking at Chloe.

“You are very welcome. I’m glad you have fun.” She stated.

He opened the door and for a moment he paused as if he wanted to say something but instead just turned to leave.

“Goodbye,” Chloe said

“Goodbye.” Alan said, walking to his car.

It was a great day, Chloe thought to herself. She enjoyed Alan’s company. For some reason she had a smile on her face.

“What are you smiling at?” Beth asked as she chuckled.

“Nothing. I’m not smiling at anything.” Chloe replied.

“Uh huh. How about at someone?” Beth asked.

“Oh, stop that Beth. We’re just good friends.” Chloe said turning red.

“Then why is your face red?” Edith teased her.

“It was cold holding the door open. It’s just from the cold.” She said defensively. “Emma, come on. It’s time for a bath and bed.” Chloe said changing the subject.

“But I don’t have school tomorrow. Can’t I stay up a little bit longer?” Emma asked.

“No, I've already let you stay up later than normal. Pick your Barbie’s up and get in the tub please.” Chloe replied.

Emma, unhappy from the answer, slowly picked up her toys and headed for the bath.

“I’ll be right there, bug.” Chloe told her.

Chloe went and got her some clean pjs and went to wash Emma’s hair.

“Are you washed up ready for your hair?” asked Chloe as she walked in the bathroom.

“Yes, Momma. Can we still read a chapter tonight?” She asked her mother.

“Yes, we’ll read a chapter. Let’s get you out of here.” Chloe said, finishing with Emma’s long blonde hair. It had been a long day and Chloe was ready for bed.

[sapscozycorner]

Hi my name is Gemini ♊ and this is GemEats. Today we are going to be making Garlic Butter Lamb chops with Asparagus and Mashed potatoes... First things first you need your ingredients...

Ingredient list 📃

Lamp Chops 🥩(of course) - You can substitute the lamb with whatever meat you like ie pork chops, or sirloin. You could also make this vegetarian by replacing the meat entirely with a veggie substitute like impossible meat or even grilled eggplant. It's so many ways you can make this dish. Just remember whatever you choose, make sure you season, season, season.

Asparagus 🥬

Russet Potatoes 🥔

Butter 🧈

And Milk 🐮

2. Prep

Now it's prep time 🔪 ... Swing that butcher's knife... show that cutting board who's boss💪🏾

3. Cook it up

Now that you have everything prepared the food should magically pop into a pan... Remember y'all don't be afraid to Flip, stir and toss that food into the air

Lets get a close up of that flipping technique

Imma just add some of my secret sauce to the lamb

Let's see the finished product👩🏾‍🍳

Mmm looks delicious... Lets see what Evan thinks

He loves it😊

Hope everybody enjoyed my first Simtube video.. More to come (since I got fired🪓 ).. Big shout out to @insimniacreations for making this custom recipe (go check out their tumblr). Like, Subscribe, and Share and let me know what y'all want me to make next... Bye

Gemini got fired from her job so she's trying something new... She's trying her hand at making cooking videos on Simtube ( Really I just didn't know what else to do with her. I figured she likes cooking so why not try it out )

Thank you @insimniacreations your custom foods are the best💖

[noxcomnia-a]

@beloven asked: “  please wait. wait. that's not how you use a knife, er, not in this sense.  “ cain is taking the cutlery away from owen's grasp while holding his other hand up in a "wait" gesture. spares him from needing to say it a third time. he knows now that owen is a tad off-base when it comes to behaviors most deem ordinary, but, today certainly is the first he's seen someone repeatedly stab a piece of cooked meat in an attempt to lift it from the plate. gotta be one of their stranger encounters.

“  here, watch me, alright?  “

You didn't understand how you were doing it wrong. it just wasn't staying attached to the knife and the move you stabbed it the worst it got quickly. You were quickly growing frustrated so perhaps it's a good thing that you were stopped by the other. Cain stopping you and taking the utensil from your hand that you only ever knew how to use in a manner that was for violent acts.

❛ Why can't I just use my hands? It'd be easier. ❜ Because the food is hot, you absolute tool. You simply couldn't comprehend why a knife was necessary for this all nor why the other utensils were of use either. The only one that seemed to have any real purpose was the "spoon" since picking up liquids was quite difficult, if not near impossible.

You have seen Cain and Arthur use the others though before while you had used your hands... And you recall getting some strange looks, but you never cared. Yet, the reason that Cain didn't let you this time was "it's hot and you'll get hurt!". It's not a big deal to you! You'll heal quickly anyways... Yet he still wouldn't let you and is still showing you how to use these things anyways.

Yet, watching him use the knife to skillfully cut the food while using some other utensil to then feed it too you was... charming.

Ah, that feeling in your chest is really strange.

❛ ... Fine... I'll try to do it like that... but only if I can feed you too! ❜

[lord-of-the-harvest]

Pleasure, Pain, and Power Chapter 5

Chapter 5-All Of The Why’s

Summary: Cont. of Chapter 4. Ren returns home from a long day of work and all he wants is to relax with his new Pet. However, Jasmine is insistent on keeping a secret from him, something Ren never liked. Maybe showing her a secret of his own will help her feel more “comfortable” opening up to him.

Contains: kidnapping, smut, blood, knife-play, non-con, typical Ren-behavior. Mentions of degloving, age play, and sexwork

NSFW

MDNI

A soft beeping came from the front door and Jasmine braced herself for what was to come. She still had no idea what Ren’s intentions were with her, and him finally coming home after a long day terrified her. However, he emerged with flowers in hand and a big smile on his face. “Hello darling, I’m home!” He cheerfully declared to his pet. “I brought you a little gift for your first day.” It was a bouquet of dark red roses and baby’s breath wrapped in dark navy paper. “Ren, why am I here?” Jasmine asked, staring him down, not acknowledging his gift. His smile dropped and his hand landed at his side. “I've had a long day, and I’m being incredibly nice. Do you really want to do this now?” The demeanor change threw Jasmine off guard. He was right, even though he was holding her captive, he had been “nice” this whole time. Maybe she should play along, if only to ensure he won’t snap at her. “I-I guess not, I can wait.” She was flustered, but his face rose at this, and again offered her the flowers. Jasmine took them, holding them close as she watched Ren walk into the bedroom. Should she follow him? Or stay where she was? She looked at the flowers. Maybe I should get a vase for these. “Come here darling, I want to hear about what you got up to today.” What I got up to? He could see what she “got up to”, she didn’t try to cover the camera again. The memory of the shocks from her first incident rang through her muscle memory each time she thought about it. She shuttered and entered the bedroom after him. Ren was half undressed, his suit lazily thrown into the hamper, waiting for a response. “Well I finished eating, and I found this in the closet.” She gestured to the black satin set she had been wearing all day. “And the sandwiches you made were really good too, thank you for those.” 

Ren smiled again. This is what he wanted, someone to come home to and forget about work with. “You’re welcome, Pet, did you get up to anything else?” He hopped into some gray sweatpants and a black t-shirt. Yes, he knew she tried covering the camera, but he wanted her to tell him herself. He needed her honesty and obedience for this arrangement to work out. “Well I watched a little Netflix, the Junji Ito series-” “Oh I loved that one, we should finish it together!” Ren excitedly cut her off at this. “And how were you with your new collar? You must have been behaving today since you’re still standing.” Thoughts and questions swarmed Jasmine’s brain at that. He must know I tried covering it, and that I got too close to the window. What does he mean by ‘still standing’? How many times has he done this? ‘We should watch it together?’ Does he think we’re some kind of couple now? It took all her strength to not flood him with her myriad of questions. “It was…ok? I found the camera on it, thanks for telling me about it before I got changed.” She said sarcastically and tilted her head at him, but his grin didn’t falter. “I tried covering it, but that made it shock me. Again, thanks for warning me about that. It went off again when I got close to a window, which I didn’t even think would be an ‘exit’. Again, thanks for warni-“ she was cut off by Ren’s arms wrapping around her. “Sounds like you had a lovely day then, Pet. Why don’t we have some dinner?”

Ren made his way towards the kitchen. “Let me see, how do you like your steak? I was thinking steak, potatoes, and asparagus for dinner tonight.” Ren started rummaging through the fridge, pulling out meat and various sauces. “I guess medium?” This was all too strange, he was acting like he didn’t just kidnap her. Maybe she should just go with the flow, no matter what happens that night, making him mad can only hurt her. “Do you need any help?” This question Ren didn’t expect, but he welcomed the help. The two prepped and cooked together, Ren cracking jokes and Jasmine nervously laughing with him.

The two sat in the dining room, and began to eat. Ren had just popped a piece of almost raw meat in his mouth when he started the talk. “So, you want to know all of the ‘why’s’, right? Why is this happening? Why am I doing this, why you?” Jasmine looked up, and nodded at his questions. “Well the simple answers are because I wanted to, I’m good at it, and because I can.” He said with a grin plastered across his face. “My line of work is very…stressful at times, incredibly demanding, and simply enough, having someone to come home to takes a lot of that stress off. As for the ‘why you’ is because I liked you Jasmine, and after talking for a while, I figured you’d make a delightful pet to come home to.” Jasmine couldn’t believe what she was hearing, she was almost flattered by it. Someone liked her, and enjoyed her company so much, he kidnapped her to have all to himself. She’d never admit it to him, but with all the slasher fanfics she reads, she was almost aroused by it. Ren continued on with his explanations, but Jasmine had almost checked out after being called a “delightful pet”. Sure she was into this stuff, but not when it was happening for real. Right? She still needed to keep her cool and find a way out. 

Ren took a pause, still eating his barely cooked steak, and Jasmine took the advantage to speak up. “So I’m just here. I can’t leave? I can’t go back to school or work?” She was getting heated, but tried calming her voice as much as she could. “Well yes and no. For right now, yes. You won’t be able to leave at all, and obviously you can’t work or go to school. However, with time, training, and trust, you’ll be able to gain some of those privileges back. The two of us could go out, I could arrange for you to leave with proper protection, and I might even allow monitored internet access. It all depends on how you behave, darling.” Jasmine sat back in her chair, playing with her fork. Ren had answered her questions, and they somewhat made sense. One question played back in her head, one that had nagged at her since she first started talking to Ren. “You never told me what you actually do for work. What kind of job lets you do all of this?” It didn’t add up. The money, the tech, the mentions of “protection”. Not to mention she would have heard about a big shot beastkin in the industry. At the very least, Shiloh would have brought him up in one of their rants about the lack of beastkins in the media. Ren smirked, “I said I was in the entertainment industry, and that’s all you need to know darling.” She sat with this, she knew he was lying, or at least hiding the full truth. She decided he must be a part of some organized crime ring, and shouldn’t push it further. “Eat your dinner darling, it'll get cold.” 

The two sat in relative silence throughout the rest of their meal, and then made their way to the living room. “Let’s watch something! I know you like horror, so how about the new Terrifier?” Ren jumped onto the couch, sitting cross legged and waiting for Jasmine to sit with him. She sat down, still trying to keep her distance from him. Of course, Ren slid closer to her, and actually handed her his phone. “Here, write down what all you want, I’m sending someone to your apartment tomorrow.” It was opened to the notes app with her apartment info already typed out at the top. “How the Hell did you get my address?! How long have you known it?!” All things considered, this really shouldn’t surprise her. As Jasmine thought, though, it started to make her stomach churn. Has he known my address the whole time? What was that date then? He could’ve kidnapped me from the start? Was I ever safe, even in my own home? 

“Your ID, darling.” He snapped her out of her crazed thoughts. Ren was lying, of course, he had known her address for at least a month now, but Jasmine didn’t need to know that. He wanted a nice relaxing night, not an outburst from her. “Oh..right, sorry about that.” She typed on his phone all the supplies she wanted. Clothes, makeup, games, she even put down her laptop in hopes of him letting it slide. Ren got the movie going, and casually reached his arm around Jasmine’s shoulders. He brought her close and started rubbing his thumb up and down her arm. The dinner made her sleepy, and he was so warm, and soft, and smelled of cologne and fancy soap, she couldn’t help but sink into him a bit. The day had been so stressful and full of unanswered questions, and she just wanted a bit of relaxation. 

The movie started and Jasmine finished her list and handed the phone back to Ren. Of course, he had locked it on the notes app, he really did stay a few steps ahead of her. She saw the time before handing it back and sighed. “I would be streaming now. Someone sent me another degloving video to react to, I had a little routine already planned out, I was almost excited for it.” Ren noticed the drop in her voice, and decided to give her a little encouragement. “Can I see your ‘routine’?” He brought his arm back and looked at her, waiting for her to perform. She smiled softly, looking back at him. “I’m not going to give you the routine, I don’t even have the video with me.” “Well then pretend, or react to the movie! I always looked forward to seeing your streams and how well you acted in them.” Ren smiled back, even though it wasn’t his “thing”, he did think it was cute, and could see how much she enjoyed it. As soon as he said that, Art the clown started fidgeting with his missing eye on screen, and Jasmine decided to play along. “Ew…” She started curling in on herself. “Oh my god…Oh my god!!” She covered her face with a pillow, just barely letting her eye peek through. She screamed and gripped the back of her head, mimicking how Art was playing with his open wound. “Ren, stop, I can feel it! I-what is he doing with his blood?? Oh, he’s writing his own name, SICK!” At this point she was gagging, all fake of course. Ren was fixated on her, in complete awe of her talents. It looked real enough, but seeing the juxtaposition between her calm nature before and her act now was too funny not to laugh. She even grabbed the remote, but jumped and dropped it before she could turn the movie off. They both laughed together, almost bringing each other to tears. Jasmine curled up at his side again, even putting an arm around his torso. A big grin spread on Ren’s face, this is exactly what he wanted, and he was getting it much faster than usual. Most of his pets required some sort of breaking before getting this comfortable around him, but she was sinking right into it. It’s a shame he was going to ruin such a sweet, fluffy night. 

“It’s so funny to me what people get off to, but hey, they pay me to do it, so I can’t really judge them too bad. Besides, we all have weird stuff we get off to.” Her last comment piqued his interest. “Oh please elaborate on that~” Again he put his arm around her and hugged her close. “What do you mean? You already know all that stuff.” “No darling, I just know what you’ve told me. I know you’re hiding some tasty secret from me.” He teased and looked down at her. Jasmine blushed and turned her face away from him. She didn’t want to admit it, but this had been a fantasy of hers for a while. She never thought it would come true, and maybe didn’t even want it to, but the idea of being kidnapped and held as a sex slave had always turned her on. Reading fanfics about slashers and watching dirty movies had been her only outlet for this, till now. Of course she wasn’t going to let Ren know this, she was too shy to even share it with her past partners. The last thing she wants is for him to know how badly turned on this could make her. Ren took note of how she was squeezing her thighs together, and he knew he needed to strike.

“How about I show you something I like?” He flipped Jasmine on her back, pinning her hands above her head, and slotting his knee between her thighs. “Do you think that would make you open up, Pet?” Jasmine struggled against his restraint, but couldn’t stifle a small gasp at hearing her new name. All she could do was shake her head and look up at him. Ren bit his lip and looked down at her, she looked so vulnerable, so shaken up, so delicious. “Come on darling, think of it as a bonding exercise! We’ll both learn so much from each other.” He bent down, taking a long deep breath before licking the side of her neck up and down. “N-no, please Ren, Ah!~” He gently bit down on her sweet spot, earning a soft moan in response. “Mmmm let’s go to the bedroom, shall we darling?” He didn’t want his dessert to be served on the couch, he wanted his first taste of her blood to be in the proper setting. “Please, please be gentle with me Ren.” Jasmine looked up at him with her big doe eyes, she may have had a different response if she knew what was about to become of her body.

She followed him to the bedroom, and got on the bed. Ren disappeared into the bathroom and returned with a few white towels. He got on top of her, straddling her lap, and placed a towel behind her neck and shoulders. “Hey, shouldn’t that be under my hips?” Jasmine asked, and Ren simply smirked while shaking his head. He placed another towel next to her, along with the remote to her shock collar, and…a knife. Jasmine was quick to notice it, and started thrashing to get away. Ren picked up the remote and loomed over her. “You’re going to want to stay still for this, I know you don’t love your collar. sweetie. Or…do you?” He straightened his back, what was he talking about? “Let’s play a game, Pet! You’re so smart, I’m sure you’ll catch onto the rules just fine.” “Ren I don’t want to play a game, I want to get off this bed!” Jasmine shouted back at him, not taking her eyes off his knife. “Aww but we haven’t even started yet! I’m sure you’ll love it. But first..” He gripped the hem of her shirt, “We need to get this off.” He slashed up her shirt, nicking her soft flesh underneath. Jasmine shrieked, begging him to stop. “Aw sorry about that, Pet, I hope you know I didn’t mean it.” Ren bent down and licked at her bleeding collarbone. She was completely exposed, bleeding, and on the verge of tears. “Let’s begin! All you have to do is answer a few questions. Do you think you could do that, sweetie?” He was grinning ear to ear, staring down at her now shaking frame. “I-I, yes, I can.” Her trembling voice was music to his ears.

“Good girl, we’ll start off easy. What is my name?” “R-Ren! It’s Ren!” “Good, good!” He ground into her, she could feel a bulge forming in his pants. “Again~” Jasmine was confused, did he want her to answer his questions or to scream his name? Either way, she wasn’t going to stop to question him, so she obliged. He ground into her harder, teasing her skin with his knife. “Very very good, this next one might be a little more tricky. What are you?” What the Hell did he mean, ‘What are you’? This was bound to be a trick question, but Jasmine didn’t have time to think. “I-I’m Jasmine! I’m a streamer, I’m a person, I’m-AH!!” Ren’s knife made a short slit from her collarbone halfway down her left breast. She started screaming and struggling to get away from her captor. “Careful darling, you don’t want a crooked scar, do you?” He dug his claws into her side and licked the blade of his knife. “You’re wrong, you’re my pet, remember? My property, all mine to do with what I please.” He bent down and licked at her new cut. “And I assure you Pet, I’m going to do exactly what I please with you.” He came back up, licking her blood from his lips. “Oh you taste divine darling,” he spread her blood across her chest, “I could taste you for hours~” Tears fell down Jasmine’s cheeks, she was stuck staring down at her new wound. She had gotten the answer right, didn’t she? Is this really all she is now? A pet, a toy, for some criminal? Her head buzzed with disbelief at the situation, but Ren was quick to bring her out of her trance. He gripped her cheeks with one hand, the other grazing her flesh with his knife. “Next question darling, and I’ll be hurt if you get this one wrong. What was the first toy I got you?” He put on fake puppy dog eyes and held the knife to his lips. “I-I know this one, it was that knotted vibrator from my favorite shop!” He rested the blade on her chest and smiled. “Hmm and can you see why I got you that one?” She looked down at his sweatpants and nodded her head. “Ah, but unfortunately for you, Pet, that was a trick question.” He sliced into her right collarbone, now frowning down at her. “I got you two toys sweetie, I’m hurt you don’t remember the other one.” He bent down again and licked at her new wound, all while Jasmine screamed about how he wasn’t being fair with her. He chuckled to himself, “Fine sweetie, I’ll give you a ‘fair’ question, one I know you already know. What are you?” He tapped the tip of his blade at the top of her chest after each word. That sick bastard, if he wants my submission, my humiliation, then fine! I’m so sick of this. “I…I’m yours Ren. I’m your property.” She closed her eyes tight as she said it, the word “property” tasting poisoned on her lips. Ren smiled as he ground himself into her again, “Hmmm again.” “I-I’m yours Ren! All yours, yours to play with, yours to fuck, yours to…eat.” She could feel her mind breaking, it was screaming at her to fight him off, to grab his knife, to run. She refrained, knowing it was no use with the collar still around her neck. That’s why she wasn’t fighting him, right?

“Good! You’re catching on quickly, sweetie. You’re so smart, I’m sure you’ve already figured out what my little secret is.” He looked down at her, expecting a response. “Yeah, you have some kind of sick kink for kidnapping people and making them bleed, huh?” “Oooo harsh, luckily for you I’m not testing you on politeness. You got that one right darling.” He gazed at her two open wounds, craving a third. Her blood was spilling over her shoulders and onto the towel behind her. “Last question darling, it should be easy for you. What are you hiding from me? I have a feeling I already know, so don’t you try to lie to me~” Jasmine looked up at him like a deer in headlights. She knew this question would come, but still hadn’t thought of a good enough lie yet. “I-um, I’m actually really into age play, yeah, it started with m-AH!” Ren sliced right below her throat down her sternum. His smile had fallen, his eyes keeping a cold stare with hers. “You were doing well, Pet, but you just had to lie to me. Why? Is it because you’re embarrassed of this-?” He slid his hand under her waistband and started kneading at her sensitive skin. She let out a soft gasp, blush and tears spreading over her face. “Hmmm I knew you’d be wet, but you’re absolutely soaking, darling. I bet you’re just aching for me~” He bent down again and licked at the much larger gash in the middle of her chest. Jasmine couldn’t help herself, and gripped at his hair, holding him close to her. She tried spreading her legs under him, and bucked at his touch. “I’m going to be very nice, if you can answer my answer honestly, I’ll give you what I know you want.” He pulled his hand away and licked at his fingers, savoring both of her tastes in his mouth. Jasmine squirmed, she desperately wanted more, and also wanted the slicing to stop. “Fine! I’ll be honest with you. This sort of…arrangement has been a sort of fantasy of mine for a while, but that doesn’t mean I want to die here though! Happy?” Ren could have drug more out of her, but decided he was satisfied, and he flung the knife across the room. “Very much so darling.” He lifted himself off her and positioned himself between her legs. “For telling me the truth you get a reward. Don’t forget this sweetie, I do enjoy rewarding good behavior.” He pulled her pants off of her, and placed the other towel underneath her hips. She was quick to lift her legs up and around Ren’s waist, as he slowly started fingering her. “A-ah~!” Jasmine sunk into the pillows, and Ren bent town and started licking at her now drying blood. He kept a steady pace, curling his fingers slightly, and being careful of his claws. He palmed her clit, and Jasmine was begging for more. 

Once Ren was satisfied with the moaning mess beneath him, he slowly drew his hand out, earning a moan of disappointment from Jasmine. He tore town his sweatpants and boxers, his head springing up already leaking precum. He pushed Jasmine’s legs up, knees hitting her shoulders. He slowly slid his cock into her, knot threatening her entrance. Jasmine screamed and clawed at the sheets. “Oooh please push it in Ren~!” She whined out, and her eyes rolled in the back of her head. With a quick snap of his hips, he forced the rest of his knot in, and let out a breathy moan himself. He kept an even pace, eventually coming down to bite at her neck. Despite the three, still bleeding, cuts on her neck, Jasmine welcomed his teeth. Her mind started slipping as all the pleasure and pain swam together in her body. It all felt so conflicting, but still too good for her to do anything to stop it. She felt a heat rise in her stomach, and pressure built. She could tell Ren was close too with how heavily he was breathing and grunting. She sunk her nails into his back, her climax approaching, he gripped her sides and delivered his last few thrusts. He came deep inside her and felt her walls clenching around him. They lied there for a moment, in disbelief they had both cum at the same time. Ren let her legs go, and the two sat there holding each other, staring into each other’s eyes and trying to catch their breath. Ren’s knot grew, he meant to pull out and finish on her cuts, but couldn’t help but cum inside her hot core. Hm, maybe next time, he thought to himself, she seemed to like it, I’m sure she’d love to do this aga- His thoughts were cut short by a deep kiss, brought on completely out of Jasmine’s free will. She tightened her grip around his neck, and he sank into her. She was so warm, so soft, so sweet. He could have stayed like this for hours, but pulled away and made note of how much of a mess she was.

“Let’s get you cleaned up, darling.”

Next chapter will be all aftercare/sexual themes/fluff :)

[wolfbaenes]

[camden smiles at her and hands her a knife.] cut that loaf into slices for me? [he rolls up his sleeves and starts cutting the loaf in front of him, speaking as he does.] so, when i was a kid, my mom remarried. she married a man named ed lahey. ed is biologically isaac's dad; glenn and i were separated when we were really young; i didn't even know about him, not until i moved back to beacon hills last year. isaac and i were raised by ed and my mom, carol. and we had a sister, too. but when i was a teenager, our mom died. and my dad just... [he shook his head, placing his fingers for another cut.] he wasn't a good guy to begin with. angry, controlling, demanding. but when she was gone, it was like he became... inhuman. a nightmare. i tried to take the worst of it, you know? because i was the older brother, that was my job. i could take what he dished out, but i couldn't handle it if isaac got hurt.

one day, ed and i get into a big fight. he's always pissed off, but today, he's... he's on another level. he says something about our sister that i couldn't stomach. i hit him, he hit me back, he leaves the house for the night. it's the best night of my life. i mean, i'm so happy, i take isaac out to the arcade, we stuff ourselves with pizza and soda, spend a bunch of money on game tokens. next morning, ed comes back with a pamphlet for the military. tells me that either i go, or... [his hands freeze. for the first time, he hesitates. after a second, he continues.]

so i enlist. i go to the military. and... i die. and when i come back, i have no idea who i am. i don't know my name. i don't know what i like to do. i don't know my birthday, or my favorite color, or where i come from. and i spend the next... decade, almost, figuring all of that stuff out. it's like i started from scratch. it was the most frustrating thing in the world. people would ask me questions and i didn't know what to tell them. did i like beer? did i drink at all? did i eat meat? was i married to someone? how did i get that scar on my ribs? i didn't know. even now, i don't always know. i have my memories back, but it still feels like i'm flying blind a lot of the time.

[camden looks at her again and smiles, this time with empathy.] i know it sucks. i know it's frustrating and it feels burdensome to not know anything about yourself. but you learn. it's okay to learn who you are. you probably aren't the same kid who went into eichen. but you have all the time in the world to figure out who you are now. and no one is going to be mad at you for it.

i don't think it would be boring. i'd like that.

[georgiapeach30513]

Lick My Wounds

Summary:  Lloyd found him a new little playtoy

Pairings:  Lloyd Hansen X Reader

Rating:  explicit

Warnings:  dark fic, explicit language, explicit sexual content, smut, kidnapping, dub con/non con, gun kink, knife kink, unprotected sex, PIV sex, angry sex, creampie, being held captive, 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 1.7K

Chris Evans One Shots

Lloyd Hansen Masterlist

Lloyd sits annoyed in the black SUV. His eyes roaming the city, and with a grimace of his face, he feels the deep cut. “I’ll fucking kill ‘em,” he mumbles, irritated that the man evaded him, yet again.

“I need something to fuck.”

The driver looks at him in the rear view, chuckle, “Something or someone?”

“Someone who can handle a good hard fucking,” his finger and thumb runs over his mustache, looking for that someone. “I’ll find me a needy and desperate chick to lick my wounds.”

“You’re sick,” the man behind him says, rolling his eyes.

“You have no idea,” Lloyd’s finger plays on the handle of his gun, just waiting for the right person. “Slow down,” his voice grunts out, and those blue eyes already deepen when he spots you. Clueless and careless. Body staggering around with your late night bar hopping.

Alone and unassuming. You should keep better friends around you, if you didn’t want to be unexpectedly kidnapped. The car pulls up beside you, and he jerks you quickly. Your brain addled with alcohol, it takes you a moment to realize, this isn’t where you want to be.

The car speeds off, but your arms thrash around. Legs kicking, and you let out a sharp scream. Clawing at the man who holds you, before biting down on his arm.

“Ow, you fucking bitch!” he screams out, his hand going to his piece, and he puts it to your temple. Your body freezes immediately, and you take a staggered breath. Eyes wide while you pant at him.

“That’s much better, Precious. What are you doing out at night all alone? Any bad man could have just reached out and grabbed you,” he cackles at the prospect of your predicament. That gun running down your face, and up under your chin, so he can get a better look at you. “You’ll do just fine.”

“A-a-are you gonna kill me?” you snivel, your body trying to shuffle further away, but his free hand grips around you’re neck. Giving the tender skin a squeeze, and your lungs stings with the lack of oxygen.

“No, no,” his voice sickeningly sweet, patronizing you because he kidnapped you. “I’m going to teach you?”

“Teach me what?”

“To take what I give you,” his eyes move to the front of the car, face turned up into a sinister grin, and ignoring your pleads to let you go. “I’m gonna have so much fun breaking you down, Precious. Meat always tastes better when it’s scared.”

You let out a desperate wail, irritated at how cavalier and humorous he finds this situation. “I’ll tell ya what, lick my aching wounds clean, and I might take it easy on you.”

“No,” your voice sullen, as you twist your head away from him. Refusing to look at your captor any longer.

“Before you know it, you’ll be begging to lick me clean. Greedy for more of my filthy fucking self,” his voice rings out of his clear elation.

Eyes crinkling up with glee when a large compound comes into view. Driving underground, and when the vehicle parks, he’s yanking on your arm. With your refusal, he hauls you on his shoulder. “Don’t fucking bother me, and don’t mind the screams,” he informs the men with him. Carrying you to an unknown destination.

With a kick to your gut, he smacks your ass hard, causing you to yelp, “It’ll be fucking worse next time. Just smile and take it like a big girl.”

Throwing your body to the bed, he catches you glancing towards the door, “I dare ya, Sunshine,” bringing his gun back to point at you. You sit still, not really in the mood to be shot today. Walking over to you with a rope, he ties your hands up, guiding you to another location. Just so he can hook your hands above you.

“What do you want?”

“I had a bad day. Got shot in my fucking ass, so now I need to rearrange your insides. It helps me sleep better.”

Collecting a knife from a bedside table, he runs the metal over his fingers. Slowly walking towards you, he smooths it over your heated and sticky skin. Blade side on your skin, but not enough pressure to do anything.

“How’re you feeling?” he asks, but with refusal to answer, he adds pressure, causing a perfect line to puncture your skin. Beads of blood pool up on you, but he travels the knife lower. Easily cutting your clothes into shreds, and laughing when your body is fully exposed.

The tip of his knife outlines your protruding nipples, and you try not to react. “What was that?” he asks with a devilish smirk when you whimper at the feeling. He grips hard to your chin, turning your cut face to his body. “You like this don’t you?”

“No,” you deadpan. Lloyd simultaneously presses the hilt of his knife to your throbbing clit, and licks a long stripe up your cheek, cleaning your skin, and even you can’t deny the sick pleasure he gives you.

“Hmm,” Lloyd pulls back the knife, letting you see the handle slicked up with your arousal. “What was that you fucking said?” not giving you time to answer before, he’s pushing the handle into your mouth. Forcing you to taste how much you actually like this.

“You are a dirty little slut. I wonder,” he ponders, pulling out his pistol. Letting the cool metal graze over your skin.

“Is it loaded?” you ask, trembling up at up him.

“I don’t know,” his voice mocks you. Pushing it back against your temple, his finger flirts with the trigger, “Should we find out?”

“No!”

“Hmm,” he moans, smacking the gun on your tits. Hearing your sweet sounds, he pushes it up against you, letting it drift down until you feel the coolness slide through your pussy lips. You try to deny the clenching of your cunt. Refusing to believe there’s a pool of slick rushing to your core.

But when he uses the gun to stimulate your bundle of nerves, you can’t help the weak mewl that exits your mouth. Bending your knees to bare down harder, and you watch his jaw go slack.

Twisting his wrist, the gun slips through your folds, sinking into your cunt. Needing to hold something, but you’re arms

still extend over your head. Lloyd gives a few test pumps, before your hips roll you over his gun. Getting such an odd pleasured feeling, and loving it.

Moving over the piece filthily, but looking at him, and how his face changes looking at you, you grind down harder. “Fuck yeah! Next time I shoot that prick, he’s going to have your pussy juice running through his veins.”

You work yourself over the metal, lost in a zone, and forgetting how you made it here. Not even caring because you’re so close. Right at the edge of pure ecstasy, when you feel your knees buckling, and your head lobs forward, exhausted from your fear, and high.

Lloyd tsks at you. Pulling you off of that hook, before re-tying your bonds to be behind you. Shoving you on the bed, and forcing you to your knees. Lifting your ass higher in the air, and he stares at your abused cunt. Giving slaps to those juicy lips, while he undresses himself.

Stalking over to you he runs his tip through your folds, gathering your juices on his cock.

He pushes past your entrance and you squeal at the severe stretch. Sinking down so slow you feel every inch, every vein, every pulse off his cock. Just as slowly, he pulls himself completely out. Doing this motion over and over again, until you did what you said you wouldn’t, “Please?” A you beg, desiring so much more than this painfully slow pace.

“Oh Precious, you messed up. You want it, don’t you? Need me to fuck you like the fucking animal you are, huh?”

“Yes!”

He slams into your warmth, before pulling back out again. “I told you, you’d be begging. Now let me see those pretty tears, I know you can do it.”

Gripping tightly to your hips he slams into you. Creating a fast and harsh rhythm. Thrusting in so deep and hard, you feel him in your throat, but he is perfect. Knowing exactly how to hit your spots perfect, and you become a wreck.

Your body on autopilot and reacting to his ministrations by screaming out other worldly sounds. You’re sure they don’t mean anything, but they just feel right coming up your throat.

He digs even deeper into your skin, and you keen knowing there’s going to be deep bruises shaped like his fingers. You feel the bed move from his sheer power. Screeching on the floor below.

Simpering, and arching your back at a severe angle. Ass bouncing on his hips, when a hand wraps around you. Lifting you up flush to him, while he still pumps into you. Giving your neck a little squeeze, and you feel a euphoric dizziness flow through your blood.

“My perfect little cumdump. You gonna be my play toy? Keep you in this room when I need to fuck out my aggression? God, I need it. This is perfect. You are perfection!”

Delighting at his praises, and Lloyd moves his hands to cup your tits, using them as his reins while he rearranges your guts. His motions never slow, never change. Just a harsh beating. You scream out through your orgasm, and you sob incoherently.

Gritting his teeth, he gives a final hard thrust, painting your walls with his thick spunk.

Pulling out of you, he lets your body, fall to the bed, before he walks in the bathroom to clean himself, leaving you fucked and blissed out. “That sloppy snatch looks pretty when it’s leaking of me. You know?” he starts as he cuts off your restraints. “Go get yourself cleaned up, and I’ll find you a little cage, so I can keep my fuckdoll. Would you like that?”

Lloyd leans over your body, his finger playing with your lips, while his other hand fucks his seed back into you. “The name is Lloyd by the way. I’m gonna have so much fun with you. I still haven’t got to feel you lick my wounds.”

Masterlist

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[itsaash]

Hamptons cubs AU: monster

This is the second last part!! Wild. Thanks to @noots-fic-fests and @lumosinlove and to everyone who has been reading.

He was nervous and excited for the big day, Leo’s food being photographed and the magazine editor trying his recipes. He wanted to help and maybe also wanted to hide. But, no, they didn’t know he had heard them, and after a nice evening all together and some sleep, he felt less mortified. Honestly, he was sad. They’d be leaving tonight, after the dinner. It was the last night that he’d have friends in his house and the spectre of a quiet week hung over him. He let the rhythm of his steps on the boardwalk lull him and the bad feelings slowly faded away. He’d help Leo, do anything he can to make the dinner a success, and see Leo again in a few short days. Finn loved how nothing seemed as bad after a run.

He walked through the kitchen to Logan making coffees.

“Hiho, Logan,” Finn said, chugging some water.

“You’ve already exercised? Gross,” Logan said. His hair was still sleep mussed and his voice was scratchy. “I had to promise Leo coffee in bed to convince him to not make another practice batch of boudin before this afternoon.”

Finn laughed. “Good man, and good luck,” he said with a salute and left the room to shower. He figured he should leave Leo and Logan alone, Logan knew how to support Leo better than he ever could. He hit the doorframe with his palm as he passed under it, feeling unsettled.

The nervous energy in the house was high the rest of the morning. Haley and Ramsey cleaned, Finn tried to work while Leo did the first steps of the boudin balls. He chopped onion and peppers and jalapeños into small cubes. Finn found himself in awe, just watching the knife move in meticulous motions, leaving each ingredient perfectly shaped. Leo went through the steps that even Finn was becoming familiar with, adding the meat and spices, setting the pot to simmer, having Logan taste it and adjust. Finn managed to work a bit while the pot was simmering, the smell started to spread through the air. He kept glancing outside, where Logan had led Leo by the hand to sit in the shade while he could. The mixture got processed and then they all ate lunch together, Leo serving the coleslaw he had made the day before, rice, and some of the boudin that hadn’t gone into the fridge to be made into balls. Finn set to washing the dishes so the kitchen would be ready when it was time to prep for Pandora to arrive. When they came back in, Leo took the batch out from the fridge and he had his game face on, which made Finn's heart expand in earnestness.

“Holy fuck I forgot the parsley,” Leo said, under his breath and in horror. Finn and Logan both snapped their heads up.

“Quoi?” Logan said, in shock.

“Ok, ok, you can mix it in still, right? Cut it super fine and mix it in?” Fine offered, shaking off his wet hands.

Leo was already moving to the fridge to get the fresh parsley. “Yeah, yeah, ok, shit, how could I forget this?”

Logan ran a hand up and down his back as he stood behind him.

“It’s ok love, you’re doing so much and it’s all going to be amazing. We can fix this.”

Leo nodded like a puppet and set to chopping the parsley.

He cut himself.

He had used those knives all week, and he was a professional. He was moving quickly, but he always cut safely. But shit happens, and maybe mercury was retrograding, or maybe it was fate or just bad fucking luck, but today was just the day that he happened to cut himself. It wasn’t good.

He stood in silence for a long second before the pain hit, in shock. When Leo gasped and swore in pain both Logan and Finn jumped towards him. Finn saw the blood and ran for the first aid kit in the bathroom, when he got back Logan had Leo’s hand wrapped in paper towel, still standing in the same spot he had been chopping.

“Ok Leo, it’s ok, just over here, ok? We’ve got you,” Finn led Leo to the sink. He peeled away the red paper towel and had Leo do a quick rinse under cold water so they could see the damage. Finn felt a wave of relief, the end of a finger was cut, but it wasn’t gaping or gushing and with a soft murmured question and a wince of pain, Leo agreed he could move his finger. Finn took some gauze from the kit and pressed it to Leo’s finger.

“Pressure. 5 minutes, no peeking. Just hold it.” Leo nodded, his blue eyes looking big and shiny. Finn wrapped his hand around both of Leo’s. “It’s ok, it’s going to be ok.”

Logan pushed a stool over to them, and Leo sat down into it and closed his eyes for a long second. One tear trailed down his cheek and Finn followed its progress raptly all the way down to his jaw.

“Fuck me,” Leo said and opened his eyes. Finn’s heart squeezed at the worry in his eyes.

“No, no, Leo, it’s ok. We’ll help. It’ll stop bleeding soon, and we’ll help you. We’re still getting you in that magazine.”

Logan had appeared at Leo’s side and pressed his body into the side of Leo’s. Leo tilted his head over, resting on Logan’s chest, and Finn was very aware that he was still holding Leo’s hand, but he didn’t let go.

“You stay here, soleil, I’ll clean up, c'est bon. Finn, more paper towels and some sort of cleaner?”

“Uh, some regular cleaner under the sink here, but I think the powerful stuff and more paper towels are in the closet upstairs.” He started to turn, but Logan waved him off.

“Ouais, I’ll find them,” he said, and hurried out of the kitchen.

Leo took a shaky breath and Finn brought his other hand up to Leo’s forearm and stepped closer.

“Are you ok? How much does it hurt?”

“It hurts. I’m more so mad at myself, why today?” Leo moaned, dropping his head back in frustration. “I wanted today to be perfect.”

“Hey, hey, Le, we are going to help you. I’ll cut the parsley. You can direct us. We’ve seen you do this, we can help. And you’ll stop bleeding and you’ll be able to do some of the steps later today. It’s all still good.” Fines was rubbing Leo’s arm as he spoke, trying to soothe him.

“Yeah, yeah ok, thanks Finn,” Leo said through a sigh and brought his head back down. And suddenly, they were much closer together than they had been. Leo’s face was so close, closer than Finn had ever seen it. His eyes were bright, and there were a few wet tracks down his cheeks. Freckles scattered lightly over his cheeks and there was the grey patch of hair at his forehead, blending in with the rest of his blond curls. Their eyes locked together for a long, heart thumping moment. Finn’s hand moved without thought, and brushed the hair back from Leo’s face. He was even closer now, so close. Finn could feel the heat coming off of Leo’s body and noticed for the first time he was standing between Leo’s legs. How had he not realised that before? He felt blood rush to his ears, a flush rising to his neck. He saw Leo’s eyes dart down to his lips and then they were even closer together, Finn could feel Leo’s shallow breaths through the small space between them.

“Found them!” Logan said, entering the kitchen. Finn jumped and straightened, but managed to not bolt, some part of his traitorous brain thankfully remembering he had Leo’s injured hand wrapped in his.

“Awesome, Tremzy,” Finn said, trying to sound normal, whatever the fuck normal would even mean amidst this fucking soap opera of a day.

“Has it stopped bleeding yet?” Logan asked as he sprayed and wiped the counter and floor.

“2 more minutes of compression before we check,” Finn said. He was thankful he had a reason to have a shaky voice. Leo was quiet, was just looking at him. “Can you grab Leo a tylenol when you’re done there, Tremz? From that cabinet there?”

Logan tossed the dirty cleaning supplies and got the tylenol, joined Leo and Finn. He stroked Leo’s hair as Finn just had been, and Finn felt his heart squeeze in guilt. Leo was Logan’s boyfriend. He was being a monster. He had to stop this.

“We’re going to need more parsley, right?” Finn asked, voice high. “I know where it is in the garden, I’ll be back.” And he finally let go of Leo’s hand, gently, letting Logan take it instead, and fled outside.

Before going back inside, Finn gathered himself for what felt like the 100th time that week. Why couldn’t his stupid body remember that the two of them were already together? It had been a good week, but also such a confusing one. He put the parsley to his nose and inhaled the savoury scent, using it to distract himself and focus. Leo was inside fucking bleeding and needed his help. He had to go help and make this day happen, for Leo.

So he slid the door open and went into the kitchen, which undeniably smelled amazing, although now with more than a hint of cleaner.

“You ok Leo?” Seeing him sitting on the stool, Logan between his legs now, his forehead resting on Logan’s chest, it was easy to just focus on what needed to be done. “Has it stopped bleeding?”

Leo tilted his head up at him. His face glistened with sweat and tears. “Yeah, it’s getting there. Just mad at myself.”

“Non, it’s not your fault and I don’t want to hear you say it is,” Logan said into Leo’s hair.

“Want me to chop this?” Finn asked, holding up the parsley.

“Yeah, thanks so much Finn, you’re a lifesaver.” Finn took a step towards the cutting board and Leo spoke again. “Actually, you could put it in the little smoothie blender. It’ll get tiny and then no one has to use knives again.”

“You sure? I can do it slow and steady?” Finn said.

“I’m sure, the blender will get it nice and small.”

So Finn processed the parsley and mixed it carefully into the boudin and put it all back in the fridge.

“D’accord, that has to sit for awhile yet? And there’s time. Let’s get your finger wrapped up.” Logan carefully unwrapped the digit and used a butterfly bandage, gauze, and a finger bandaid. He kissed the tip of each of Leo’s uninjured fingers and raised Leo’s hand above his head. Leo kept his arm up as Logan leaned in for a soft but deep kiss. “We’re ok, it’s ok,” he murmured. Finn busied himself cleaning up the first aid kit while Logan led Leo to the couch. Finn brought Leo a glass of iced tea and then turned back to his notes, not looking at how Logan and Leo’s hair mixed and contrasted when their heads were tilted together.

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Like they were professional athletes at a starting line, at 2:00 the final preparations began. Finn’s parents vacated the area, and Logan and Finn helped Leo gather the ingredients from the fridge and pantry.

“Put on some music, Harzy?” Leo asked. “Give us something motivational or optimistic or even full on delusional, cause we have to get this done.”

They all laughed when the first bars of eye of the tiger started, so Finn let the song keep playing.

“Ok love, so you can’t use your left hand as your wet hand for the egg dipping, right? I think Finn and I can manage rolling the balls and dipping them in the egg and breadcrumbs? And you can probably manage frying them with one hand?” Logan said.

“You know the steps?” Leo said, impressed.

“Leo,” Finn laughed. “Do you know how many times you’ve made these this week? Ok I’m on egg, you take the breadcrumbs, Tremzy.”

And so they did. Finn formed the balls, Leo sitting across from them and approving the size and shape of each before he would dip the ball in egg and then place it into the dish with bread crumbs in it. Logan would shower it in breadcrumbs and line them up on a tray. A pot of oil was starting to sizzle on the stove. Logan and Finn gave each other an eggy and crumby high five when all the balls were coated and lined, and laughed as they cleaned up the space for Leo to start frying. After Leo struggled with the first few, they found another pattern of Finn helping to stabilise the ball onto a slotted spoon that Leo used to slowly lower them into the oil, and Logan had a paper towel and cooling rack lined tray right beside Leo to roll the balls off onto. Leo hardly needed to take a step, and their five hands worked in tandem, like a coordinated dance, music playing in the background and the trees waving through the window, for nearly an hour while they fried all the boudin balls.

Leo laughed in relief when he set the last one on the cooling tray. “Wow, that was probably ridiculous to watch, but we make a good team.” He took Logan under his arm and gave Finn a gentle fist bump with the other. “I appreciate y’all helping me.”

“Nothing else we’d rather do,” Logan said. “What’s next?”

Leo rolled his shoulders back, thinking. “Plate the coleslaw into one of the pretty pottery bowls, grill the veg, thank the lord they’re already chopped, cut the cornbread into cute squares and plate them, plate the boudin balls and the sauce, and I think that’s it.”

Finn shook his head, laughing. “I want to eat all of it right now,” he clapped his hands together. “Ok, chop chop then!”

Leo levelled him with a serious look. “No chopping jokes, thank you very much.”

Finn rested his hand on his shoulder and squeezed. “Ok, no problem. I’ll cut it out.”

Logan and Leo both groaned. “I’ll do dishes and get the stuff from the fridge,” Logan said with an eye roll.

“I’ll get the veggies all out to the barbeque, and then come back in and cut the bread,” Finn laughed.

“No, I want to cut the cornbread. I’m fine, I can do it,” Leo protested. Finn agreed, reluctantly and they all set to their tasks. Leo supervised and advised and chose which dishes to use, and set a few more aside in case the photographer wanted options, and it was generally organised chaos until everything was sitting arrayed on the kitchen island and they stood there proudly, nothing left to do.

“Leo,” Finn sighed. “It smells and looks so good. I can’t even believe we have to wait for the pictures to be done to get to eat it all.”

Leo just laughed and stretched his arms above his head. “I’m so nervous, and I can’t smell anything anymore. What if it’s all gross,” he groaned. Logan shook his head and shoved him towards the door, both of them going upstairs to change into fresh clothes.

Pandora arrived like a summer breeze, warm and airy and kind. She exclaimed over the smells and the house and the view. She started clicking photos and jotting down notes about the recipes almost the minute she arrived. Finn and Logan retreated to the dining table to give them space, and just watched Leo describe the food animatedly, watched him and Pandora arrange and rearrange the dishes. Moving them into and out of the dappled light coming through the windows. Beside the pretty backsplash, on the wood floor, then brought some of the dishes outside to photograph with a natural background.

Logan scooted his chair right beside Finn’s. “Look at him smile, he’s so happy,” he sighed.

Finn smiled back, responding to Logan’s bright smile. “Yeah, he’s really really good at this.”

“Ouais, he’s just so good overall? He’s amazing. I’m so lucky.”

“Yeah, he’s the best,” Finn agreed, the words so true he hadn’t thought to hold them back until they were out. He turned to Logan with a moment of worry that Logan wouldn’t like him saying that. But Logan was just looking at him softly.

“You’re pretty amazing too, Finn. Thank you so much for this week. It’s been so nice, to be somewhere this beautiful, this chill, with Leo,” he gestured out the door, then turned back to Finn, “with you.”

Finn crooked a smile at him. “Well I can’t take much credit for any of the beauty around here. Thank my parents, and like, the gardener I guess.” He was trying to downplay, but also couldn’t tear his gaze away from Logan’s. Logan was looking right back at him. He had a ring of hazel brown at the centre of his green eyes, only there when you were looking this closely, in the bright natural light of the kitchen. Finn could look at these eyes for hours, the colour was so deep and velvety. And then there were his lips. They were a bit dry, but such a full, perfect shape. Finn couldn’t look away and when he glanced back up to Logan’s eyes he saw that Logan was looking at him just as intently and for the second time today his heart sped up and heat spread up his neck. Two people, so different, but both so extraordinary, his heart felt like it was growing, making more room.

“I think you can take some credit,” Logan said lowly. What had they been talking about? “You are so generous, Finn. So fun to be around. This week, with you, has been really special.” Logan was even closer now, again, and Finn could now feel his breath gently against his skin, soft and sweet.

Pandora and Leo bustled back into the room, talking animatedly. Finn bounced away from Logan, and Logan sat back more slowly, smiling over at Leo. Finn stiffened, and stayed stiff the rest of the night. He didn’t let himself reach across Logan for the coleslaw, didn’t take Leo’s hand to inspect when he asked how his finger was feeling. He did everything he could to avoid the gravity that was pulling him towards Leo and Logan. They ate, and laughed. With his parents and Pandora at the table too, the conversation was free and easy even as Finn’s heart was tight and guilt gnawed at him. Pandora left, effervescent with praise for Leo and excited discussion about sharing and editing the photos. Finn’s parents shooed the boys from the kitchen, saying they would clean up tonight. Logan and Leo packed up and before Finn knew it they were all standing outside the front door, near where he had first seen Logan again for the first time in years, just 10 days ago. He melted a little into Leo’s deep hug, unable to stop himself from absorbing the sunshiney heat Leo’s presence always brought. Then Logan stepped forwards and part of Finn wanted to bolt, but as images of lowly lit study rooms and Harvard greens passed through his mind, he took Logan into his arms and inhaled deeply with his nose in Logan’s neck.

“It was so good to see you again, Tremzy,” Finn said, his voice shaky.

“You too Finn. This was, well this was the best surprise. And the best week.” Finn pulled away, knowing he was dangerously close to tears.

“Thanks for having us,” Logan said.

“No problem,” Finn said, overly bright. His eyes were stinging. “Anytime!”

He felt Leo and Logan’s gaze travel over him and he held himself tall and smiling, waving until they were in their Uber and driving away. Then he collapsed onto the front step, head in his hands as one ragged sob escaped his chest. They were so good, and here he was, wanting both of them.

I’m such a monster.

[kyosmommy]

Minors DNI

contains: friends to lovers, oral (fem receiving), tiddy worship, implied squirting

You aspired to be a great chef and open your own restaurant one day. So naturally you decided to work at a restaurant to get a feel for it. You decided that working with your best friend was your safest route considering he already owned his own restaurant. You ate here all the time anyways so what's the harm. Plus you know free food.

“Hey boss!” you teased, placing all your belongings in your usual spot in the kitchen. The back of the shop was all very home-like. The counters were filled with small nick nacks. Your favorite being the volleyball salt and pepper shakers.  

“Hey pumpkin, bad news. We have to work pretty late today.” he spoke over his shoulder and continued cutting away at vegetables. There were small neat piles on his cutting board of all types of veggies.

“I don’t mind but may I ask why?” you questioned as you tied your apron strings. It was canvas colored with a small cartoon origini on it. He loved hearing you ramble about how cute it was.

“My stupid brother wants to pass by with his team which means 10 professional athletes will be eating here tomorrow. Hence all the sacks of rice on the counter,” he points to the table with rice cookers and rice bags lined up ready to be prepared. He places down the knife and walks over to you. “And who better to help me than my pretty little assistant.” He flashes you a taunting smile. 

“Alright big guy, where do you want me?” 

“Preferably on my bed but getting the meat from the freezer is fine too.” he blew you a comical kiss which you gladly caught and placed on your cheek with a fake lovey dovey sigh.

And so the day began. The third staff member was in charge of the front counter and attending to the guests while you and Osamu made the meals for tomorrow. He was a shy but funny highschool student looking to get some extra cash for video games. Osamu had a soft spot for him so he was often given raises. Hours flew by as the two of you made rice and all kinds of fillings to suit the players' tastes. There was endless chatter about random nonsense, some tv shows you both watch and a shit ton of middle school humor.  

“Does it taste good? Or is it too salty?” you gave him a spoonful of the meat and sauce mix to try. You decided to try something new and surprise him, mixing his favorite meat in with his homemade sauce. 

“That’s what she said.” he giggled at his own flat joke before trying it. “Hmm goof.” he hummed in satisfaction. 

“Swallow!” He couldn’t handle it. He spit out the mix at your face and burst into laughter. Gripping your shoulders to stabilize himself. 

“Do you think before you say these things!” He clutched his chest as his breath stabilized. 

You gave him a sour look and so he shuffled over to grab his towel and clean your face off. Your eyes were closed as he worked away, wiping all the food off you. He stopped at the side of your cheek to admire your features. “Pretty” his voice was so hushed you didn’t hear him. He leaned in closer, your faces inches apart. 

“Sir my shift is over and the shop is all closed up and clean so have a good day!” The poor kid knew he walked into something. He quickly waved goodbye and left as quickly as he came. Slamming the door on his way out. 

“Yeah thanks kid, have a good ni- and he's gone. Alright let’s get back to work.” 

“Good idea” you cleared your throat and looked away. 

Things got really awkward after that. He stopped making eye contact and his terrible jokes stopped. You had to think of something to ease the tension. You still had so much to do and you couldn’t bear to have it be like this the whole time. 

“Hey ‘samu can you help me over here real quick!” you shouted from the sinks at the wash station. They were in a separate room to the rest of the kitchen so that spilt water can go down the floor drains. Which you thought was genius of him.

“Yeah whatcha need.” The second he turned the corner you sprayed him with the handheld nozzle. “Oh so that’s how we’re playing.”

He grabbed a nearby cup and filled it, chasing you around for a bit trying to catch you. When he finally caught up to you he wrapped an arm around you from behind and drenched your shirt, laughing into your neck. You couldn't help but laugh along. Your laugh made his chest feel all warm. 

The water had soaked through the apron and your shirt, making your shirt translucent. He could see everything from his view above you. He wasn’t going to lie to himself, he’s always had a thing for you and this wasn't making it any easier. 

“Didn’t take you as the lace bra type.” His grip on you tightened slightly. “I’m so glad I made the staff uniform white” his hands come up to grope your pretty tits. Pushing them up and releasing them. “You’re gorgeous, you know that.” 

“Can’t tell if you’re talking to me or my tits and my shirt’s still soaked.” he softly chuckled. 

“Both.” he whispered into the shell of your ear. “Can I make it up to you? Maybe help you clean up?” his hand slowly trailed down to rest in your inner thigh. 

“M’yeah.” You hummed in approval. His hand came behind to undo your apron knot, letting it fall gently to the floor. 

“Spread your legs for me baby.” his hands smoothed over your stomach before making their way into your pants. “You have no idea how long I've been wanting to do this.” He rubbed small circles at your clit, eliciting satisfied hums to fall from your lips. 

You’ve always thought he was hot but god did he just go from a 10 to 50 real quick. “Oh so you planned this, didn’t you pretty boy? Asking me to stay late, all the little hints.” you tried your best to make your voice not sound strained. 

“Maybe a little, all with your permission of course.” His other hand made work of your shirt buttons. Taking in all you had to offer when your shirt finally came off. You were so pretty to him. All your small gimmicks and reactions to situations had him so in love. 

“Ah. Such a gentleman.” a small moan escaped your lips when his fingers ghosted your entrance. You gripped his forearm and he stopped immediately, looking for any signs of discomfort or hesitance. 

“Are you ok?” His voice was soft. 

“Yeah can we just adjust positions?” you dropped your head back onto his shoulder. 

He had a moment of thought, resting his head against yours. “Do you trust me?”

“One hundred percent.”

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“God fuck! Right there!” your head knocks back into the wall and hips roll into his face. He doesn’t hold back any sounds either, grunting and obscene licking were the only things echoing in the room. He absolutely loved this. It was so messy. Cum and spit dribble down your thighs and onto the floor, his face was slick with your cum and he adored it. He could cum from this alone.

He’s had you against the wall with both thighs wrapped around his face for about 30 minutes now. His idea of trusting him was just another way to show off his strength. Gripping at your thighs like it’s his life line. You thrash against the wall, pawing at his hair and shoulders. 

“‘Samu s’too much.” your words were barely understandable at this point. He had reduced you to a babbling mess. He hummed into you and that’s all it took. Your orgasm came crashing down hard. You didn’t even notice what you had done at first. 

He looked up at you with cum dripping off his face and chin. The proud smirk on his face made you squirm in embarrassment.

“Hey pumpkin, I said I would help you clean up the mess. But I think made a bigger one.”