#I had to trace a picture of my hand because my brain could not figure out

[thewindandthestars]

Thought I’d share a wip I’m working on <3 (and I’m just really proud of how it looks so far lmfao)

Yeah… the slightly pointy eared headcanon of venti is staying now because he looks adorable

[discotitsposts]

meant to be

Spencer trying and failing to flirt with you because you are oblivious to his attempts.

spencer reid x reader

i picture this as later seasons spencer maybe sometime around 12-14?

some mature themes mentions of sex at the end so 18+

writing this because i saw something about people who are bad at flirting and that’s literally me. (i hope ppl get the reference w the nickname)

Spencer had tried every day to get your attention romantically. It didn’t work. Nothing did. You were so oblivious to all of his flirting attempts. He figured maybe you had trouble understanding so he worked harder to make you think of him as more than a friend. He tried everything his genius brain could come up with.

He even made up a nickname for you, Bean, because you always had a coffee in your hand, and because he was taller than you.

Today you were getting coffee with him as usual. At your favorite coffee shop and library. You didn’t work at the BAU so you would eventually have to go to your own job so Spencer decided to try again.

Since you lived in the same building, neighbors in the same hall, he picked you up every morning. Drove you to get coffee and you each picked a book for each other and then he drove you to work.

He knocks on your door awaiting anxiously. You come out in your outfit, just a t shirt and jeans. you didn’t have a dress code at your job, you were an author and usually went into a nice office that the publishing company provided to write since you had a hard time focusing in your apartment. Too many distractions.

In Spencer’s car you make small talk as he tries to think of a way to flirt with you. Normally he’d call Morgan but his son was a toddler now so he was busy. He gets so lost in his head he doesn’t realize he just ran a stop sign on accident and almost hit someone.

He hears you yell “Spencer what the fuck!” and slams the brakes. The other car honks and his heart is pounding in his brain. He pulls to the side of the road and stops.

“Spencer. Breathe. It’s ok.” You worry tracing your face at the sight of his extremely fast breathing and you rub his back reassuringly.

“Holy shit.” He barely chokes out. His face is beet red and he looks like he’s about to have a panic attack.

“Switch.” You tell him. He looks at you and feels comforted immediately by your face. “Let’s go, switch.” You get out of the car and switch sides.

‘So much for flirting’ he thinks. Then it hits him. When he picks your book for the day, he’ll give you a romantic story. Something that says ‘I really like you but I’m an idiot so I don’t know how to tell you but i’m not actually an idiot because im technically a genius but my fucked up life has ruined romance for me but i’d love to try it with you if you are okay with that.’

When you take over driving you don’t talk. You just focus on the road. You had even turned the music off. He hopes you’re not upset with him. That thought quickly dissipates when you pull into the parking lot and your face is beaming. You both race to the entrance and he gets there first and opens the door for you. You stick your tongue out at him and he smirks.

You order your usual drinks and he gets himself a breakfast bagel and you get a croissant. He puts the food at a table and you both get up to grab each other a book. You had yours picked since last night, The Godfather. It’s only a little over 400 pages so he’ll probably finish it by lunch time but at least it will be fun for him since it will make him think of you. At least you hope it does.

You have a habit of making funny commentary during movie nights. When you watched ‘The Godfather’ trilogy with Spencer he had laughed so hard he cried.

Meanwhile Spencer is searching rows of books looking for the right one. He moves to poetry but nothing feels right. He feels slightly frustrated so he moves back to classics and picks ‘A Little Princess’ instead. A favorite of yours you had read in elementary school. Not romantic but shows he knows you well.

When he makes his way back to the register to check the book out, you’re already seated munching your croissant. He makes his way to you and hides the book behind his back. You discreetly pull yours out of your bag and hide it the same way.

“1,2,3!” You both count at the same time and then reveal your books. Spencer cracks up when he sees the book you had picked. He had read this before but he enjoyed it because it reminded him of you. You both eat and finish your coffees. You look at each other.

“More?” Spencer asks.

“Obviously.” You answer. You both stand up and order more coffee.

Back in Spencer’s car you open the book and start reading. He’s about to put the key in the ignition when sudden confidence hits him. He doesn’t know if it’s the caffeine but he doesn’t care. He should kiss you right now. He stares at you until you look up.

“You’re going to be late for work if you don’t start that engine up soon Mr. Chauffeur.” You tease him.

He leans closer and puckers his lips slightly. He’s so filled with lust he just can’t wait anymore.

You look at him strangely. Was he trying to kiss you right now? Probably not. Truth was you were always so filled with doubt whenever you liked someone. Especially Spencer. He was just too handsome and sweet and perfect.

He leans in even closer to you and tilts his head. You, however, had gone back to your book and weren’t even looking at him.

“Does this make you uncomfortable” Spencer leans in closer. He closes his eyes and you lean down to reach for something from your bag. He doesn’t feel your soft lips on his and thinks he may have missed your face. He opens his eyes.

“Everything does. I have anxiety Spencer. All the time anywhere day and night. ” You reply while eating a yogurt you had found in your tote.

Spencer pulls away and smacks his forehead. He starts the car and drops you at your work and drives to the BAU feeling defeated. What would it take for you to realize how bad he wants you.

That night he decides to drop by your apartment. You had gotten a ride home from work by a friend tonight. He opens his door and walks the short distance to yours.

When his hand knocks on your door he feels nervous. You open the door and greet him.

“Hi!” You cheer.

“Hey, I was gonna order a pizza. You want?” He lies. He actually wasn’t the biggest fan of pizza. He didn’t eat it too often but it was your favorite food so why not.

“That would be great. I’m starving.” You clutch your belly dramatically. Which makes Spencer laugh.

He picks up the phone, “What would you like on the pizza m’lady.”

You tap your chin and think. “Sausage.” You reply. Spencer thinks of a way to flirt. Kind of.

“How much sausage would you like?” He asks smirking.

“Uhh, 5? I don’t know dude. The normal amount that goes on a pizza?” You answer sarcastically, going to your dvd rack to pick a movie. Spencer sighs. He calls and places the order and helps you pick a movie.

“How about ‘How To Be A Serial Killer?’ That’s a good one. I love Matthew Gray Gubler in this one so much.” You fan girl a little.

“Who the fuck is Matthew Gray Gubler? Also, no, not with my line of work. I need a break from that.” Spencer asks with a hint of jealousy in his voice. You clasp your hand over your heart dramatically.

“Ok, fine. how about a Disney Classic? Sleeping Beauty is my favorite.” You ask. Spencer nods. You put the movie on and grab two root beers from your fridge. Spencer thanks you when you hand him one and you lay a big fluffy blanket over you both. Not far into the movie the pizza arrives and you cheers Spencer with your pizza slice.

After you both eat and are full the movie is still on. You’re starting to feel sleepier by the second. Spencer offers you to lay with him and you take him up on it. He’s basically a giant teddy bear. He’s so warm and comfortable.

“I’ve got a real life sleeping beauty right here.” He whispers to you. You smile with your eyes closed. Too sleepy to open. He gets out from under you, to your dismay. He cleans up the trash from eating. He even washes some dishes you had left sitting. When he comes back, you’re still half awake. He sees you sneak an eye open to look at him and your smile after.

“It seems there’s a fair maiden who has fallen asleep. However can we wake her? What if she sleeps for a hundred years?!” He exclaims. You start giggling softly. He leans closer to observe you.

“I don’t believe it! She’s laughing in her sleep! Must be quite a funny dream. Wonder what it is. Only one way to find out.” He gently leans down and kisses your lips softly. This action puts you in shock and you’re blushing. He starts to pull away because doubts fill his mind. You grab his hair and pull him back in.

You both pull back and he starts to ask you,

“Were you ok with that?”

You cut him off, “Yes.” Then you rip your shirt off. Spencer’s in shock. He follows your lead and starts undressing. He picks you up and carries you to your bedroom. The kiss you’re sharing is deepening by the second.

“Fuck why is it so hot in here.” You complain.

“I can think of a few reasons.” Spencer had been kissing you on your neck sucking the skin softly. He lays you back on the bed. He makes you comfortable. He goes down on you and then fucks you like you’ve never been fucked before.

The next morning you woke up naked next to him flashes of last night replaying. You couldn’t believe it. Spencer was so passionate! You didn’t even imagine he liked you like that.

He groans next to you and turns over. You get up and put on some coffee. When you come back into the bedroom he’s awake and looking for you.

“Hey, coffee’s ready.” You lean over and kiss him. He groans too tired to give an answer. He pulls you into the bed and holds you longer.

With him, this felt so easy and realistic.

Then you realize something.

This was meant to be.

the end ♡

to anyone who read this far: hope u enjoyed reading!! please let me know if u enjoyed! xoxo

[suugarbabe]

Forget Me Not (3)

[Chapter 3]

Pairing: Fred Weasley x reader

Word count: 2150

Warning: angst, fluff

an: the loooong awaited part 3! Sorry it took me so long, life got in the way and I was a little lost in my writers brain but i'm baaaack and it's gonna get juicier and better :)))))

Your body jolted, seemingly flinching at the action of Fred slamming his fist down on the table. You know he didn’t mean it on purpose, you knew this whole ordeal was harder on him than it was on any of you, but you couldn’t help feeling a little selfish at the fact that he still couldn’t remember anything significant about you. 

After the intimate moment you had with him on the couch, holding him on your chest like you used to, tracing your fingers in his hair to help soothe him and calm him down that day, you thought that maybe he would start remembering. Maybe having a moment so similar to one you’ve had time and time again would trigger something in his brain. 

However it seemed like the more time he spent with you the more frustrated he got. He got a headache everytime you were near him, every time you tried talking with him or tried to reminisce with George about the fun you guys had while at school. Fred could remember the exact scenario, remember everything he did and even George’s responses, but he couldn’t see you in any memory. 

He said it was like there was a blurry figure when he tried to picture it, and then his chest started to feel tight and his head started to pound. You could tell when it started to happen. He would close his eyes, pinch the bridge of his nose and sigh deeply. Then he would slam his hand or fist down on the table, push his seat back harshly and leave the room. 

It always left you feeling terrible. Terrible because you didn’t know how to help him. Terrible because you were the one causing him pain. Not on purpose, but it was clearly memories of you that were making him have these physical reactions. You wanted to comfort him, wanted to take him out into the garden like you’ve done hundreds of times and sit on the bench together, talking about everything frustrating and letting each other vent, it was your special spot. But you couldn’t. It would only cause things to get worse. 

So when you heard Fred and George talking and your name get slipped into the conversation, you sat on the stairs, mouth covered by the sleeve of your jumper to help conceal your presence. 

“I just don’t understand it, Georgie,” you heard the strain in Fred’s voice and you could feel your heart breaking. “Why can’t I remember her? Everyone keeps telling me how important she was to me. Merlin, she was apparently my bloody girlfriend! And if that’s true why hasn’t she told me that?” 

You could hear George let out a sigh, “She is your girlfriend, Freddie, and you love her. So much, or at least you did. And she doesn’t want to make you feel like you have to be with her if you don’t remember.” 

Tears brimmed your eyes, what George said holding truth. You were so desperately in love with Fred, but you were not going to force his hand if he couldn’t remember the love he had for you or all the times and intimate moments you shared together. 

“It’s just, fucking bloody hell,” Fred slammed his fist against the table again, “Why does it physically fucking hurt when I think about her? Were we bad together Georgie? Was I terrible to her? Please tell me I wasn’t awful to her…she’s been so kind to me, even though I can’t remember a thing about her.

“She’s made me lunches, gotten me tea in the mornings, she even knows which jumpers are my favorite. What if I can’t remember anything about her because I was so terrible to her and I’m like, protecting myself from myself or something like that?” You could hear the wobble in Fred’s voice and you couldn’t stop the tears from silently falling down your cheeks.

“No, Freddie. No, no, you were amazing to her, so bloody good to her, and her you. Merlin you two had everything anyone would want, could almost finish each other’s sentences as well and me and you can. Honestly, Fred, you were talking about marrying her after the war was over…” 

You bit the thick of your sleeve, trying to conceal the gasping sob that was threatening to escape as you listened to the plans you had no idea were being made. Fred was planning to ask you to marry him…and now he could barely remember anything about you, let alone the relationship you had built together. 

You decided you’d heard enough, had hurt yourself enough eavesdropping, and tip-toed quietly to bed. You opened the door to Fred and George’s room as quietly as you could, hoping the sound of their own voices and the height you were at in the burrow was enough to conceal any creak the hinges might make. 

When you closed the door, you finally allowed yourself to cry, collapsing onto Fred’s bed. He had been sleeping on the couch lately and you had taken home in his room in his place. You pulled back the quilt, sliding underneath before pulling it back up to your chin. You buried your face into his pillow, it still smelled like him; vanilla and cinnamon. 

You must have fallen asleep while crying because the next thing you knew, the sun was peeking out from the curtains on the window. You stretched your arms out in front of you when you noticed something heavy slung around your waist. Your eyes shot open, seeing George completely zonked out in the bed across from you, meaning, “Freddie.” 

His name came out in almost a silent whisper. His grip on your waist tightened, pulling your back impossibly closer to his chest. One of his long legs was slotted between yours, entangling your lower limbs as he subconsciously buried his face in the crook of your neck. 

You’d be lying if you said you didn’t miss waking up like this, but it had been a while since you had done so and you were not about to move yet. You closed your eyes again, relishing in the feeling of Fred against you in a way that felt so much like home. His broad shoulders and larger figure meant that he essentially engulfed you in a heated cocoon of his body and you loved every second of it. 

When you heard George stirring across from you, you allowed yourself to open your eyes again. He was sitting up on the edge of his bed, hands resting on the bed beside his legs while the largest smirk was plastered on his freckled face, “Well, well, ducky. Don’t you two look cozy.” 

You held up your middle finger, whisper shouting at the twin across from you, “Sod off, will ya? I just don’t want to wake him yet, he seems to actually be sleeping peacefully for once.” George held up his hands in defense, “You’re gonna have to wake him soon, I can smell mum making breakfast and she’s probably wondering where he is anyway.” 

You sighed, slowly turning around in Fred’s hold as George left the room. When you finally managed to face him, Fred buried his head into your chest and pulled you closer, grabbing hold of the back of your knee and pulling it over his hip. You gasped slightly at the action, but didn’t make a move to pull away.

Light scratches to his scalp and the sound of your voice are what eventually pull Fred from his slumber. “Freddie, you’ve got to get up. Your mum’s making breakfast.” He groans, too comfortable in his current position to want to move, but he eventually pulls away from you, albeit very slowly. 

You expected him to shoot away from you once he noticed his position but instead he just leaned back slightly so he could properly look you in the eyes. His hand was at the curve of your lower back, your leg still hooked over his hip, “Good morning.” He greeted you with a voice thick of sleep and you swore you could melt on the spot. 

Realizing he was fully awake and speaking you went to move your leg off of him, but his hand shoots to your thigh, stopping your actions, “P-please don’t move yet, I haven’t been this comfortable since I’ve gotten home.” 

He looked at you with shy eyes as you cupped his face with your hand, thumb tracing the apple of cheek, “Okay, Freddie.” He closed his eyes at your touch and you couldn’t help but trace the scar that was now prominent above his brow. The scar that represented the spell that took your Fred away from you, that erased you from his memory and left you and Fred in an emotional purgatory. 

You let yourself get lost in comfortability, lost in your emotions as you placed a gentle kiss to his forehead, right next to his scar. When you pulled back, his eyes fluttered open to meet yours. There was a silence between you, not uncomfortable but you could feel it getting thick. Fred’s eyes fell to your lips, then slowly trailed back up to meet your eyes. 

You stared at each other, not sure if he was going to make the move you were so desperate for. Your faces were so close, his lips right there. He cupped your cheek, the pad of his thumb tracing your lower lip, dragging downwards slightly. Your breath hitches in your throat as you notice him leaning towards you. Your impatience got the best of you and you finished closing the gap between you, slotting your lips with a passion you had missed for months. 

You weren’t sure if it was muscle memory, or if even in his forgetful state Fred was just as physically attracted to you but as soon as your lips met, it was like he couldn’t get your bodies close enough, his hand squeezing at the flesh of your thigh pulling you to straddle his lap as he turned to his back. 

His other had found the back of your neck, holding your body flush to his as your hands found ground on the mattress on either side of his head. It had been so long since you kissed your boyfriend that it felt like a first kiss, your stomach in swirling butterflies, heart pounding against your chest. 

Your lungs were burning but you didn’t want to pull away, the softness of his lips seemingly curing any emotional ailment you had been feeling the night before. When you finally pull away a slight whimper leaves Fred’s mouth, his hands settling on your hips as you sit on his lap.

“We’ve done that before, haven’t we?” Fred asks cheekily. You rake your teeth along your bottom lip, trying to suppress your smile, “Yes, Freddie. We’ve done that many times before.” 

His hands ran idly up and down your thighs, “Well I think we should do it again, might jog my memory, yannow?” 

You perked up a little, “Do you remember something, Freddie?” He shrugged his shoulders, “I remember that I really like kissing you, like love kissing you.” He laughed lightly, blocking your hand as you went to slap his chest, “C’mon, your mum’s making breakfast and we need to get down there. Any longer and she might think we’re doing dirty things.”

Fred wiggled his eyebrows, “Well we have done dirty things before, too, haven’t we?” This time you were successful in slapping his chest as you climbed off his lap. You smoothed out your pajamas and jumper as you answered him, “Yes, Freddie…we have done other things before. We’ve been…erm…were together for a long time.” 

Fred frowned slightly at your correction, “We’re still together, as far as I know I never broke up with you.” 

You shifted your weight on your feet, “Yeah, but you don’t exactly remember asking me out either.” Fred stood then, wrapping his arms around your shoulders and pulling you close, “Well maybe you can tell me all about it after breakfast, yeah?” 

You opened your mouth to respond before jumping slightly at the sound of a ‘pop’ and George appearing in the room. “Seems like every time I see you two you get cozier and cozier.” 

This time it was Fred who gave his brother the finger, “Don’t be jealous that you’re alone Georgie.” You had to cover your mouth to conceal your laughter, your heart soaring at your old Fred showing his joking nature. 

George waved him off, opening the bedroom door and walking downstairs. Fred grabbed your hand as he followed his twin, “C’mon, love. After breakfast we’ll go sit by the garden and you can tell me all about us, yeah? Garden seems like a beautiful and peaceful place to talk, it can be like our special spot.” 

Your heart was soaring, “Yeah, Freddie, our special spot.”

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[lichmyass]

If you don't bend, You break

Erotic reimagined blend of Kipling's 'Jungle Book', Strongly influenced by all the films.

(Posted on AO3 under Swamp_Meat)

This is an 18+ story, not intended for Minors and it contains problematic themes and scenarios. All the triggers. Reader discretion is strongly advised.

Note: This is an extremely long post, It is recommended that you open it in another tab if on a computer, and RIP Bozo if you're on mobile.

Warmth on my skin, something cold and hard under me, and too much noise flooded my senses as I slowly blinked my eyes open, hissing at the violent brightness. Aching and sore, I sat up in a daze. My bones felt like lead, and my brain buzzed with angry bees as I focused on breathing, trying to make sense of anything.

Falling... I’d been falling. I fell. Confused, I looked upwards, remembering I’d been in a helicopter.

"Buckle y-" someone had said—my father, I think—before the cabin lurched violently, and I tumbled from the open side. Pictures... we’d been out taking pictures of the jungle. India. Vacation. Resort package helicopter tour. Yes, I remembered.

My father had paid extra to take us beyond any trace of civilization, wanting pictures of ‘Kipling’s India.’ He’d read me all of Kipling’s works, even the grim “The Undertakers.” And I... had fallen out of the helicopter. Great. At least that explained why my whole body felt broken.

Tentatively, I stretched. Everything hurt but not as much as it should have. Slowly, I rose to my feet, noting the out-of-place vines and snapped tree limbs around me. Looking up, I connected the dots, thankful my fall had been broken by the flora. Still, I suspected a broken rib and a battered shoulder.

Eyes narrowing, I realized I couldn’t hear a helicopter. Judging by the setting sun, I’d been out for hours. Panic set in. They’d have a general idea of where I fell, but finding me in this dense jungle would be hard. With anxiety puppeting my hands, I fidgeted and gnawed my bottom lip, fighting back tears.

“Okay, think,” my mind pleaded. Water, shelter, food... fire... My eyes darted around frantically, finding nothing. Stop it, that’s not helping, I scolded myself, taking a deep breath. I was sensible, smart. I could figure this out. I had to.

Exhaling, I started towards the setting sun, knowing I’d come from that direction. I’d find somewhere to rest when it got too dark. Right now, I needed to keep moving to stay in control. Thankfully, I’d left the hotel in hiking boots, jeans, and a breathable cotton t-shirt. Sweltering in the heat, at least my feet and legs were protected.

As I walked, I gathered my long hair into a bun, wincing as a few strands ripped out. I stopped beside a giant tree to rest when the birdsong abruptly stopped, and my blood ran cold. Eyes darting, muscles tensed, I remembered India’s large cats, ambush hunters.

“Clever of you.” A voice beside me nearly scared me out of my skin. Whipping my head around, I saw citron-colored eyes in a feline face. A black leopard, standing on two feet with a humanoid form, regarded me. I giggled. There was nothing else for it.

“Clearly, I hit my head in the fall or maybe the heat got to me,” I mumbled. “Giant cat-man speaking perfect English in the middle of the Indian jungle. Makes perfect sense!”

“I am speaking English because your shirt is scribed with it, and I know the language,” the creature explained in a monotone. “And I am not a ‘cat-man.’ I am Bagheera, the panther.”

“Of course you are!” I cooed. “And soon little Mowgli will come along with Baloo, and we’ll go on a grand adventure!” My voice grew manic as I stomped up to him.

He blinked slowly, head cocked. “How do you know of Mowgli? Of Baloo?”

“The Jungle Book?” I began, eyes narrowing. “Mowgli, raised by wolves, hunted by Shere Khan? Defeats him and becomes king of the jungle?”

His eyes widened as he stepped forward, and I stepped back, my back meeting the tree. “And this is written in a book?” he asked. I nodded. “Well, you’ve got it a bit wrong. There are powers here—deities as old as the jungle itself. Mowgli became lord of the jungle, neither man nor beast. One deity favored that concept.”

“So, some ancient god turned all the characters from The Jungle Book into anthropomorphic man-animals?” I hyperventilated, pacing frantically. Bagheera lifted his paws, unsure what to do.

“Calm!” He commanded, placing his paws on my shoulders. “Be calm,” he added softer, and I blinked up at him as he began to purr. Sniffling and blinking, I focused on my breathing as his purring grew louder.

"Bagheer-" a voice suddenly called, falling silent as I snapped my eyes open and stumbled back in shock. It was a man, a normal human man, staring at me with as much shock as I felt.

Relief washed over me, and I numbly stepped forward, hand partially extended, at the sight of something that made sense. He was tall, much taller than me, with exposed skin laced with more scars than I could count. His unkempt hair fell in mats down to his mid-back, and his sable eyes blinked rapidly from Bagheera to me. It was then that I froze, noticing his lack of clothing. I stiffened, averting my eyes and stepping back to stand behind the anxious-looking leopard.

"What is it?" gasped the man, curiosity overwriting his shock as he circled us, eyes scouring me.

"Mowgli," Bagheera began, tone low, and my eyes widened at the name before I quickly re-examined the man. "This is a female of your people. You should know that much just by looking."

Mowgli snapped his head up incredulously. "I've never seen one that looked like this. It's so... pale. And fat. And... its fur is strange. What's wrong with it? Is it sick?"

"'It' can hear you," I growled, clenching my fist and glaring at the rude children’s story character before me, flinching slightly as I spoke, surprised I had the capacity. "And 'it' already thinks you're an ass."

"Bagheera, tell it I'm a MAN, not an ASS," Mowgli scoffed. "It's not very smart, is it?"

Bagheera inhaled slowly, closing his eyes, and I scowled. "Mowgli..." he hissed, sounding exasperated.

"I don't like it. Send it away and let's go," the man nodded proudly.

Maybe it was the stress, maybe the thin thread keeping me together had snapped, but before I realized what I was doing, my fist flew through the air and connected with Mowgli's chin, startling him and knocking him off balance so he fell to the jungle floor with a loud huff.

"You are so rude!" I yelled, my voice breaking. "And you stink!" I added, crossing my arms and stomping away.

Mere seconds later, I spun back around as the sounds of him stomping after me echoed. He was panting heavily, face contorted in anger, teeth bared.

"Mowgli!" barked Bagheera, but Mowgli seemed not to notice. He reached me and stopped short, practically vibrating with rage.

To my shame, my instinctive reaction to a very large and angry man was to fawn. I found myself shrinking, looking up at him from under my lashes with a sheepish smile, my heart racing.

He blinked down at me, deflated and confused. "Why does it challenge me only to submit?!" he demanded, clearly directed at Bagheera, who had silently appeared at his side, nose twitching furiously again. "I do not understand this thing at all, Bagheera."

"My name is SERA, and I am NOT an 'it' or a 'thing'!" I shouted up at him. "And I didn't challenge you. I hit you because... because..." I trailed off, two pairs of eyes boring into me. "Because I lost my temper," I admitted meekly.

"In her defense, she has been through quite a lot today, Mowgli," Bagheera offered, playing the peacekeeper. "In my opinion, Sera has handled it all far better than most would," he added, tilting his head towards me with a slow blink.

Mowgli scowled, the gears in his head turning so obviously I could practically hear them scraping. "...I suppose," he grumbled, hands on his hips. "What to be done about i-" a low warning growl from Bagheera and a sharp inhale from me had him correcting himself with a huff. "-her. Surely if we just leave her be, she will die."

As much as his smug, superior tone grated on my nerves, he was right. If they left me now, I wouldn't last a day. A shiver traveled up my spine at the thought, and I unconsciously leaned closer to Bagheera, worrying my bottom lip between my teeth.

"That is likely the truth of it," Bagheera said slowly, his voice distant.

"Fine then," Mowgli announced proudly. "I will take care of her. I will teach her all I know. Who would be better for it than me? None."

Bagheera seemed to let out a breath he'd been holding and patted Mowgli on the shoulder. "Very well. It is decided," he announced, a smile in his voice, before simply slipping away, leaving me alone with Mowgli.

We stood awkwardly, regarding each other in silence.

"You don't look like you can climb," he commented. "Or run swiftly. Or be stealthy. Or-"

I softly clamped a hand over his mouth, glaring. "You've made your point," I grumbled.

"Well, what can you do?" he frowned, licking my palm, making me retract my hand as if burnt. "How much of a chore did I just agree to take on?"

I glared up at him, or tried to, as my eyes started to well with tears. It was no use. With Bagheera gone, the dam burst, and I wept freely, hiding my face in my hands. "I don't know!" I sobbed, sinking to the dirt, letting all my stress and fear seep out as I sniffled.

I wasn't sure how long I'd been crying, but when my eyes felt raw and I had no more tears, I lifted my head to find myself... completely alone. It was nearly enough to make me cry again as I rose to my feet on shaky legs and blinked around.

"Oooooh... are you all alone, little one?" An airy voice whispered from above, and I froze. "Afraid... lost... are you in need of... assistance, perhaps?"

The hair on the back of my neck prickled as realization hit me. Years of watching the animated movie over and over... This had to be Kaa. The snake. I gulped nervously, feeling a wave of panic surge through me as my eyes darted around, searching for an escape route; but it was dark and hard to see. My mind whirred, desperately trying to find a way to navigate the situation.

My ears pricked at the faint sound of scales sliding across bark from above and to my left, far closer than I'd like.

"Kaa?" I dared, my voice rough from crying. "Kaa the... beautiful?" Abruptly, the sliding sounds stopped, and I held my breath.

"Ohhhh... so we are to make conversation, then?" he chuckled. "Many a lost little one has attempted it once in the embrace of my coils. False flattery is rather a popular topic."

I mentally cursed myself as my fingers found the hem of my shirt. "I guess I'm not surprised. Anyone would do anything they could to survive, and when you're trapped in the coils of a large and powerful snake, the only thing you have are your words," I spoke, voice strained. "I wonder how many honest conversations you've had. None, probably. That sounds... boring."

"It is," he breathed, now sounding closer. "You've NO idea how I long for... stimulation."

Cautiously and against every instinct screaming at me to run, I took a step toward the voice.

"I can empathize. Where I come from, people talk a lot but say little. Nobody ever has real conversations. It's...sad." The slithering stopped again, and I spun on my heel as a twig snapped behind me. Spinning again at the sound of a chuckle, I clapped eyes on what looked mostly like a man.

Using his tail to push himself forward, his upper body—a torso, arms, and head of a man—circled behind me. Liquid gold eyes with inky black slits for pupils scrutinized me. His skin, almost human but too snake-like, was a pale mottled cream and umber that shimmered. To my illogical surprise, he had hair—silky and black, knotted at the base of his skull. He did not, however, have a nose, just a nostril-less lump where one should be.

"But you are beautiful..." I whispered, blinking as I looked at him.

He merely lifted a brow in amusement, crossing his arms over his chest and resting atop one of his own coils that had somehow come to loosely encircle me, to my immediate panic.

"I thought we were beyond useless flattery," he smirked, his tone warmer and deeper now that he was stationary. I absently wondered about that with a small frown. "Oh? What little thought has popped up in your head? Speak it, if you please."

"Does your voice sound different now because when you move it stretches your lungs?" I blurted before slapping a hand over my mouth and scowling deeply. I hadn't meant to say that at all. Could he actually hypnotize his prey like in the cartoon?

He reared back slightly, regarding me with curiosity. "Why yes, as a matter of fact. Odd that that would be your concern at a time like this."

"It's what I was thinking about," I shrugged. Again, I hadn't meant to say that.

"What other interesting things might be dancing around that strange mind of yours, hmm?" he cooed, coming forward to play with a strand of my hair.

"It's weird that you're so pretty," I blurted out again, the words muffled by my hand still clamped over my mouth with white knuckles.

He chuckled. "That seems to be a sincere sentiment, oddly. You wouldn't speak it unless you found it to ring true. Very strange indeed. Though I appreciate that you agree that I am pretty—I’ve always thought so myself."

"Cocky," I blurted again, and he chuckled once more.

"You are amusing... diverting, even. It would be a shame..." he mused, slightly tightening his coils around me.

"If we didn't kiss," I supplied, my fingers now bruising the skin around my mouth as I clamped my eyes shut, feeling my face get hot.

"I—what?" he said flatly, stiff as a board.

"What???" I parroted nervously, averting my gaze.

He opened his mouth to speak, but a loud roar echoed around us before he could. His upper body was tackled to the dirt by a blur of black, and Kaa's tail thrashed wildly as the dust cleared to reveal Bagheera pinning him down with exposed fangs.

"Begone from here, worm!" snarled the large panther, his command booming. "Find a meal elsewhere; this one is protected!"

Just like that, the giant snake shot into the dark like a bullet, hissing angrily as he went.

"Where is Mowgli?!" Bagheera demanded, rounding on me and clearly still angry.

"I don't know—he left me," I squeaked, stumbling over my own feet and falling to the leaf litter.

"Oh, just wonderful!" snarled the panther, grumbling under his breath as he extended a paw to help me back to my feet. "Feckless little..." was all I could make out as I dusted myself off and watched Bagheera massage his temples.

"I'm sorry," I mumbled, digging my nails into the flesh of my palms to keep myself from breaking down again.

Bagheera's eyes softened as his tail wrapped around my waist comfortingly.

"There's no need for that. You're doing far better than expected given the circumstances. I can't imagine how...afraid you must be. There, there..." he hummed as my bottom lip began to tremble. All I could do was nod and lean into him as he wrapped his arms around me. "I am the one who is sorry. I should have never trusted the boy with this task. He still acts like a selfish young cub at times. I had hoped that perhaps your influence would... mature him. But no matter, I will look after you now."

Suddenly, I was suspended in his arms, his paws under my knees, as we moved through the trees.

"Why are you being so nice to me?" I whispered in the dark.

"It's not as if taking care of lost humans is without precedent for me," he replied softly.

"No," I agreed. "But it still doesn't answer the question."

"I don't know. Why does anyone do anything, really? I do what I feel is right," came his response.

I contemplated that in silence as he trekked on.

"Here now," he finally spoke, setting me down on something soft I couldn't quite see but felt like moss. "Sleep now."

I couldn't see him in the dark, but I felt his presence hovering as I cast my eyes uselessly around.

"What is it?" he asked after a few seconds.

"I... I'm very thirsty," I mumbled sheepishly. My heart plucked up in my chest as I heard him slip through some bushes nearby. I tried to quell the panic as the minutes ticked on before I finally heard him return.

"Here," he instructed softly. I extended a hand blindly as he placed something round and rough into it, carefully guiding it to my mouth and tilting my head back. It seemed to be something that held cold water, and I eagerly gulped down its contents, wiping my lips.

"Thank you," I smiled in the direction I hoped he was in.

"Not at all," he chuckled from the opposite direction. "Rest now."

I slowly lay down and tried to get comfortable, gasping as I felt a whoosh of air and heard what could only be the large panther climbing a tree I seemed to be at the base of.

The muggy night rolled on, and the sounds of the jungle seemed almost cacophonous. Every time I nearly slipped into sleep, a new sound startled me awake. I curled up, hands over my ears, burying my face into what I was sure now was some sort of moss.

I nearly screamed as there was a sudden heavy thud near my head. I scrambled backward, smacking the side of my head on the tree with a yelp. My face flushed as I heard Bagheera's low chuckle. He lay down where I'd been and pulled me to his side, draping his tail over my legs as he began to purr softly.

"Shush now. I'm sorry this didn't occur to me sooner—it might have granted us both more sleep," he hummed, pulling my head under his chin. "You are safe. If the jungle is too loud, just listen to me."

I tentatively wrapped my fingers around the tip of his tail, softly brushing the fur as I relaxed. Before I knew it, sleep had taken me.

Warmth on my skin. Wrapped in something soft. Birds singing. Soft snoring. Something wiggling slowly in my hand. I blinked my eyes open and saw a wet, black nose inches from my face. I blinked again. Bagheera. I cast my eyes about and stiffened slightly, realizing I was lying atop him like he was a mattress, his large arms loosely wrapped around me, his tail still in my hand where it hung free beside his hip. He leaned against a tree, his head propped up as if he’d been keeping a watchful eye out for most of the night. He probably had been.

I shifted my weight a bit, only to freeze when he grumbled and frowned in his sleep. At the very least, I could let him sleep as long as he needed, I thought, as I rested my head back down on his chest and focused on ignoring my very full bladder.

I listened to his heartbeat, felt his chest rise and fall under my cheek, and soon was dozing off again myself; drifting between sleeping and waking and feeling content in that moment. My body didn’t even feel sore anymore, so relaxed were my muscles.

My eyes focused on his paw as it rose without a sound and carefully caressed my other cheek, and his purring resumed. His tail effortlessly slipped from my hand like silk and swished slowly through the air like a reed in the breeze, and his other arm tightened slightly against my lower back.

"Bagheera...are you awake?" I whispered as softly as I could, the words sounding like the cracked meowing of an elderly housecat after sleep.

"Hmm? Indeed," he purred, shifting so that he was now sitting upright and holding me.

I leaned back a bit to look at him with a soft smile. "Good morning. Did you sleep well?"

"Good morning," he returned warmly. "I did. And you?"

I nodded. "Um...if it’s alright, I’d like to get up now."

He raised an eyebrow and helped me get my footing, and no sooner was that done than I was shooting off into the bushes.

I got what I felt was a decent distance away, without being too far, and squatted down, pulling down my jeans as I did. Once I was done, I bounced a few times to shake off any excess fluids and pulled my jeans back up with a sigh of relief.

When I returned to the tree, I found Bagheera stretching next to a bundle of mangos that were still attached to a limb and a turtle shell filled with water. I shook the grossness of the turtle shell cup out of my head and caught Bagheera’s gaze with my brows raised.

"Breakfast, I thought, was first on the agenda for today," he said curtly.

"What about you?" I asked, approaching the pile of mangos slowly.

"I’ve just had a few fish down by the river," he informed me cordially.

I gave a small nod and tried to control myself from attacking the nearest mango like a crazed beast. I picked it up and carefully peeled it using my nails before taking a bite. I let out a soft moan as the juices slid down my chin and the flavor slammed into me like a train. It was the best damn mango I’d ever had, I was sure of that.

"A good breakfast, then?" he chuckled as he sat across from me, amused.

I nodded rapidly, swallowing another mouthful with a loud gulp before clearing my throat. "Thank you!" I chirped, beaming up at him.

"Such good manners," he praised, purring again. "You’re welcome, little one."

I stared at the ground as I continued eating, my face flushing slightly at his praise. I paused to sip a bit of water between mangoes and shifted nervously under Bagheera’s nearly unblinking gaze as he simply watched me.

"Done?" he asked pleasantly once I’d finished, and I nodded.

He watched silently as I gathered all the mango peels and cores into a small hole I dug using the limb they’d been on, and buried them, planting the limb on the spot like a headstone.

"Maybe a new tree will grow," I giggled up at him as he regarded my work with his head tilted.

"Perhaps," he said, his voice distant as if he was deep in thought.

"What’s next on the agenda?" I asked, rising to my feet.

"Hm? Oh." He yawned wide, displaying his massive dagger-like fangs. "I had thought about walking."

I frowned softly, considering his words. I supposed in the jungle there was nothing better to do, and it wasn’t as if I had any objective, really. Something that had been on my mind all morning was...home. I’d thought long and hard about trying to get back and if I even really wanted to. I’d come to the conclusion that I was content to stay where I was, for now. How often do people wake up in some sort of alternate universe with fantastical characters? No...I was in no hurry to get home, I confirmed in my mind as Bagheera rose and stretched, pulling his muscles tight beneath his shiny coat of ebony fur. I felt a small blush bloom across my cheeks as he cleared his throat, and my eyes snapped up to his from the smooth lines of his abdomen. No, no particular hurry to get home, I thought again as his citron eyes lit up in the dappled sunlight spilling through the canopy above.

"Is that what you would like?" he asked, and I blinked rapidly, feeling my blush deepen.

"Hm?!" I squeaked, averting my gaze.

"To walk?" he reiterated, sounding a bit confused. "Perhaps not. Perhaps you’d prefer a day of rest instead?"

"Oh! No, I’m fine with either. I’ll do whatever you’d like," I answered with a relieved exhale.

"Whatever I’d like, hm?" He chuckled as he stepped closer to me, and I instantly took a step back. His chuckle turned into a soft growl as his tail swished rapidly behind him and he crouched low. "What if this is what I’d like to do..." he trailed off, stalking closer to me as I scrambled backward.

"B...Bagheera?" I yipped as I nearly lost my balance and toppled over a tree root, though he was suddenly there to steady me in a flash before resuming his predatory stance.

"Yes, prey?" he chuckled darkly. "That’s what you are right now, my prey." His eyes shimmered playfully, and I understood. He wanted to play.

"WHAT’S THAT?!" I gasped, eyes wide as I pointed a finger behind him. He fell for it and snapped his head around to look, and I took off, giggling, in the opposite direction.

"Why—you!" I heard him exclaim jovially from behind me as I ran, careful to watch my step as I went. Suddenly, on impulse, I darted into a bush and quieted my breathing.

Seconds later, I saw him—Bagheera effortlessly slinking among the branches above, looking very much like the panther he was. It was mesmerizing how gracefully and soundlessly he moved, truly just like a shadow. I saw him pause, lift his head, and scent the air. My mouth formed a small "o" as I realized he could track me by smell. I carefully and very slowly backed out of the bush, crawling on hands and knees down a small hill, then rising to crouch and peek over the bush to find that Bagheera hadn’t moved and was still scenting the air. I carefully crept on and away, lifting my shirt as I went and thankful I’d worn layers, rubbing the fabric against rocks and trees as I picked up my speed.

I stumbled across a small stream then, and an idea struck me. Eyes darting around and ears pricked, I stripped off my jeans and left them in a pile with my shirt, using the water to splash off a bit before creeping into a patch of tall grass beside the stream and crouching low. I was glad that the color of my hair and skin helped me blend into the pale blades and that I’d worn a similarly hued peachy tank top and pale gray underwear.

I didn’t have to wait long before Bagheera appeared. He picked up my clothing, his eyes darting from the cloth in his paws to the stream. He seemed to take the bait as he growled low and stuck his nose skyward again. Focused as he was, I seized the opportunity to pounce—pushing myself forward and into his waist with my legs, successfully toppling him over.

He let out a fierce growl and nearly clawed me before he froze, his eyes widening when he saw who straddled his hip.

"Aha! I'm your prey, am I?" I giggled, adding a mock-growl of my own.

He laughed then, a deep, belly laugh that warmed me to my bones as he snaked his arms around me and rolled atop me with a playful huff.

"That was clever, very clever!" he hummed, eyes warm with happiness. "I thought you'd used the water to throw me off your scent and had gone up or downstream—the last thing I suspected was my prey revealing herself to be a crafty huntress in her own right!"

I giggled and tried to wiggle out from under him, but it was to no avail. He wasn't bearing any weight upon me, but his arms caged me in like iron bars.

"But what had you planned to do once you'd caught me?" he teased playfully. "Though I suppose it doesn't matter—you didn't have me for long, and now it is I who has you, little one."

"That's what you'd like to think!" I exclaimed, wrapping my legs around him and sneaking under his arm and around his side, successfully shimmying onto his back as he stuttered. Once there, I wrapped my arms around him, though I couldn't reach all the way around and my hands ended up nearly meeting on his chest. "I've had you all along!"

"So you have," he chuckled merrily as I did my best to constrict him like a snake. "And now what are your plans?"

"You have to carry me now," I informed him. "Like I'm a baby monkey," I added for clarity.

"Indeed?" His tone sounded mischievous, instantly causing me to narrow my eyes at the back of his head.

And then he simply rolled over, pulling me into the stream with him. It was much deeper than I'd initially thought—deep enough to fully submerge me briefly. Finding my feet, I rose, coughing, beside a laughing Bagheera.

"Bagheera!" I exclaimed, pushing my now dripping hair from my face.

"Yes?" he asked, voice strained from repressed laughter. "What is it, baby monkey?"

I scowled at him and crossed my arms over my chest.

"My... my shoes are wet now!" I huffed, raising a foot to show him and falling backwards onto my butt in the process with a squawk, which only renewed his laughter. I splashed at him and giggled along with him before he bent forward to lift me out of the water. He carried me in his arms over to a large boulder and sat me down, twitching and uttering a swift apology when I hissed at the hot surface touching the bare skin of my legs.

He then knelt and stared at my shoes. His eyes narrowed. His brow furrowed. His gaze bore into the gray canvas with intensity.

"How do I remove them?" he asked sternly.

I giggled and simply kicked them off, peeling my wet socks off along with them and wiggling my toes in the open air, murmuring softly as I admired the glittery polish I'd painted them with.

Bagheera scowled down at them, and then suddenly my foot was jerked upwards by his paw. I fell back onto my elbows as he brandished my own foot at me.

"Why do they look like this?" he asked, clearly indicating the blue glitter polish. "Are you married?"

I blinked, my brain playing back his words over and over as several minutes ticked on.

"... What?" I asked, having come up blank.

"Don't human women only decorate themselves like this when they're married?" he frowned, wiggling my foot at me again. I wiggled my toes against his paw, noting how squishy his pads felt, and he dropped my foot with a small grunt as if it had burned him, crossing his arms over his chest.

"No?" I said, sitting upright and tilting my head. "I'm not sure about other cultures... but at least not where I'm from. Women do things like this to look pretty. To feel pretty."

"To attract mates?" he asked, eyes narrowing at nothing in particular as he thought.

"Not necessarily. But sometimes," I said, growing more confused by the second.

"And you?" he asked. "Are you married, or are you trying to attract a partner?"

"Neither." I frowned, looking back at my toes. "I just like the color. Not like anyone but me sees my toes anyway. I'm not big on sandals."

He nodded in understanding for a moment before the frown returned.

"But now I've seen your toes," he commented, eyes fixing on the articles in question.

I raised my eyebrows.

"Yes. And so, clearly I must now kill you," I said in a monotone, lifting my foot and wiggling my toes at him. As I'd suspected, he jerked back with a yip. "With the very toes you have witnessed," I added, lowering my pitch dramatically.

"Get them away!" he warbled, swatting at them. "Pale little grubs!"

I gasped in mock offense, and he looked at me panicked, ears flattened in stress.

"Pale little grubs?!" I whined playfully with a smile. "I shall never recover from this insult!" I giggled and put the back of my hand on my forehead dramatically as I fell back onto the boulder as if I'd fainted.

"I don't like the way they... wriggle. It unsettles me," he pouted. It occurred to me then, that being a panther, his toes were not capable of individual movement like mine were. It made sense, his aversion, I supposed.

"Though... when they're still, they're... acceptable. Tiny," he continued, and I could tell he was staring at them again. I couldn't resist wiggling them again, and he made a sound of disgust. "Stop that at once!" he demanded, with a tone of pleading in his voice, so I did, with a chuckle.

Mere seconds later, I felt a jab at my thigh and bolted upright with wide eyes to find him poking my flesh and watching it jiggle with fascination. I glared at him, though he didn't notice as his paw rose to my belly and repeated the action. When he tried to peel the wet fabric of my tank top up, I smacked his paw away and gathered my knees to my chest. "Stop!" I hissed, and he jerked his head up to look at me with wide eyes.

"I apologize," he said, clearing his throat awkwardly. "I'm not entirely sure why I did that."

My frown softened, and I ran my palms over my calves absently.

"You have such a sparse coat, but it is a lovely color in the sunlight," he commented, and I became hyper-aware of my unshaved body hair. "It's... shimmery and golden," he added.

"You're probably the only man who would compliment me on my hairy legs," I chuckled. "I mean, there are some who don't mind or even like hairy women. Just like there are some who prefer fatter girls, but I think that there would be very few who found a fat, hairy woman anything short of repulsive."

He contemplated this silently.

"Man is incomprehensible," he concluded with a nod, and I found his tone and words on the matter oddly comforting.

"I mean... I suppose the comparison of a male panther finding a bald female panther attractive can be drawn," I mused.

"I'm sure there are some males who would find bald females perfectly suitable," he mused back, gracefully hopping to sit beside me. "Perhaps a more apt comparison would be a female panther finding a black panther attractive. I was always rejected for my coat. Females always favored the golden males," he shrugged.

I frowned. "But why?" I asked. "Your coat is beautiful!" I crossed my arms over my chest. "That's just stupid."

He sighed and leaned back to rest on his elbows. "It is what it is. But thank you for the compliment, little one."

"Hm." I grunted, still a bit annoyed that Bagheera could be considered unattractive by anyone. Visually, he was objectively stunning. Even as the in-between creature he was now—and I was sure he'd been the most beautiful leopard in the jungle before. As a human... he'd probably still be beautiful. I looked at him from the corner of my eye, analyzing his features and trying to imagine what his face might look like as a human.

The longer I looked, the more I admired his features for being just the way they were. I silently concluded to myself that my favorite feature was the space between his nose and his upper lip—I found the curves of it pleasant to look at. Adorable, even. Then my eyes traveled once again down his body, soaking in every aspect, and at some point, my chest had begun to heave slightly, but I was so enraptured by the musculature of his lower belly that could just barely be made out under his short silky coat that I didn't really notice my skin growing hot and my teeth gnawing at my bottom lip.

He shifted slightly then, cradling the back of his head in his paws as he dozed in the sun, and my eyes wandered down... and I frowned in contemplation as a singular question ricocheted around my skull. I felt my breath hitch slightly when he cracked an eye open and my eyes darted up to meet his.

"I suppose I should thank you for the continued compliment," he growled quietly.

"...What?" I asked, turning my head fully to look at him.

"Little one, I have a keen nose," was all he said, closing his eyes again.

My mind went blank for a moment before my heart lurched into my throat and icy spikes of shame prickled inside my veins.

I clumsily slid off the rock, wishing the ground would swallow me up, but unfortunately, it didn't. I landed on my feet, collected my shoes and socks, and hurried to gather my clothing and make my way back into the trees to breathe and collect myself.

"Sera?" Bagheera called out. "Come here, please."

"No!" I wailed, my voice betraying me and revealing my inner meltdown.

"Little one," he began, making me jump as he appeared behind me without a sound. "What seems to b—"

I let out a small groan and squatted, hiding my face behind my knees. He simply crouched down with me.

"What upsets you?" he cooed softly, purring again. I scowled up at his nose, feeling my blush return with a vengeance. Though he tried to catch my eyes, I couldn't force myself to look at him.

"You know," I whispered meekly. "I'm... embarrassed."

"Hm." He clicked his tongue at me. "Why?"

I frowned at his nose, and he placed his large paws on either side of my head.

"If your nose was half as keen as mine, you wouldn't be," he whispered.

I jerked my head up with wide eyes, my mouth falling open as I stared at him.

"It's true," he shrugged. "A shameful truth, perhaps, but honestly, I can't be bothered by that."

"S... so you... you..." I stuttered, needing to be absolutely sure that he was saying what I hoped he was saying.

"I find you... desirable? Yes," he nodded. "And evidently, the sentiment is mutual."

"What now?" I asked, eyes boring into his.

"Whatever you'd like. The buck is in your territory now, little huntress," he chuckled, eyes soft.

I contemplated his words as I searched his eyes and found nothing but sincerity.

"What would you like?" I whispered, the words rough and husky.

He tilted his head, a dark gleam shining in his eyes.

"What I would like, little one, is best left unsaid for now," he chuckled, leaning forward to nuzzle my cheek.

"Baghee—" I began, stopping with a squeak of surprise as a long, wet tongue lapped at my neck. I noted with a shiver that it was smooth, not rough like I'd expected.

"Yes?" he cooed. "What is it? Do you want something?"

He was teasing me! He knew I wouldn't, couldn't, just come out and say it! I glared down at his shoulder as he rested his chin on mine. But maybe... I wouldn't have to say it...

Tentatively, I lifted my hands and stroked behind his ear, down his neck, to his shoulder, and then down his shoulder blade—reveling in both the softness of his fur and the soft contractions of his muscles as he stiffened, then relaxed into my touch. I leaned forward and buried my face in his neck, inhaling deeply and sighing at the comforting musk of him, a smell that made me feel grounded and calm. His purring picked up then, and I felt his chest vibrate against mine. The feeling of comfort faded into a different kind of warmth as his wet nose tickled my jawline and his hot breath fanned down the wet stripe he'd left on my neck.

Carefully, I leaned into him, and he accepted me into his arms. I wrapped my legs around him, knees bent at his hips and calves hanging free as he remained crouched. I leaned back slightly and held his face in my hands, meeting his eyes and planting a small kiss on the space between his nose and mouth that I adored. I felt my face flush.

"That was the first time I've kissed someone I liked," I whispered softly, meeting his gaze and smiling meekly at the warmth I found there. Slowly, cautiously, he leaned forward and pressed his lips to mine. I gasped softly as his tongue darted out and swiped across my lips. He chuckled softly, his breath hitching as I looked at him from under my lashes and slowly ran my tongue over the path his own had taken on my bottom lip.

Heat pooled in my lower belly, coiling tight like a spring. When he shifted slightly, he froze, and I shivered as I watched his pupils dilate. Keen nose, indeed.

"Little one—" he rumbled softly, and I stopped him short by running a hand slowly down his chest.

"Yes?" I smiled softly at him, raising a brow. "Do you want something?"

His paws clutched my behind then, and he rose to his feet. Instinctively, I wrapped my arms around his neck and squished my chest against his. I wasn't sure whose heart was beating faster—mine or his.

"Cheeky thing," he rasped playfully, giving my butt a firm squeeze to emphasize his words. I bit my lip and stifled a moan at the contact, so near the part of me that screamed for attention and yet so far. He carried me over to a relatively soft part of the jungle floor and sunk down with me. My heart raced at the look in his eyes.

Once I was seated, he sat on his knees before me, head tilted, waiting.

Slowly, my fingers peeled up my still-damp tank top. With a furious blush and eyes trained on Bagheera's chest, I removed it. Now, I sat before him in just my gray bra and underwear. My breath hitched as his paw, just one, came to cover my entire belly and gave it a very soft squeeze.

"So soft..." he rumbled, before his eyes lifted and focused on my chest with newfound fascination. I lifted my hands behind myself and undid the clasp, moving my arms to hold my bra loosely on my chest. My eyes ventured up to his, and with a deep breath, I let it fall, shifting as the open air hit my exposed breasts and my nipples pebbled. Almost instantly, his paws were warming them, and the sensation of his fur coupled with the rough texture of his supple pads had me biting my lip again. When he gave an experimental squeeze, my breathing grew heavy.

Then he leaned down to lick away a droplet of water that traveled between them. I couldn't suppress a soft moan.

He pulled his head back to look at me, analyzing my expression, before gently pushing me onto my back and growling softly as my breasts swayed during the movement. He pushed them together with his paws, sandwiching and releasing them a few times as I pushed out my chest to give him better access. He then leaned down and swirled his long pink tongue around one, then the other, then between them, then focused on each pebbled nipple. I could no longer keep quiet; soft mewling and moaning slipped from my lips as the fire in my belly grew and my head swam with need.

I wanted to touch him, needed to be touching him—but when I tried to sit up, one large paw simply pinned my shoulder back down as he continued lapping at my breasts. He managed to suck a nipple into his mouth, making me pant and writhe under him, and again he pinned me when I tried to rise.

"B...Bag...herr...aaa..." I panted as he rumbled softly in his own pleasure. "Wanna...touch you..." I pleaded, and he removed his paw, letting me rise. He reared back as I climbed atop him, growling low when I straddled his waist and leaned down to run my tongue over his small lips, gasping when he thrust his own tongue into my mouth. It wrestled with mine, retracting and drawing a string of saliva with it as we both looked into each other's lust-addled eyes. His paws gripped my thighs, and I pressed my core down on him, groaning at the contact. It was then that I felt something hot and hard poking at my tailbone, and I leaned back to look at it, gasping softly. My insides flip-flopped as I regarded it with panicked eyes.

He was not shaped like a man, nor a cat—something in-between—but it wasn't the shape so much as the sheer size that startled me. Extended from a sheath between his legs, it was thick and heavy-looking, and perhaps seven or eight inches long... and still growing. I cast a panicked glance at Bagheera, who pulled me down to his chest and began to purr.

"If you'd like to st—" he began, his voice rough like gravel.

"No!" I yipped. "No." I said again, calmer, as I sat up to look into his face. "I don't. It's just..." I cast another glance down at it. "It's so... much." I finished, in a whisper, as if I were afraid it would hear me.

He blinked at me.

"I... I know I can fit it, but it... oof." I said, shivering in anticipation.

"Your concern is that I may be... too large?" he asked, using his paws to turn my head back to face him. I nodded, and he closed his eyes. "My sweet little one..." he sighed, and I frowned. "There is more still."

My eyes turned to saucers, and I gulped, slowly turning back to look at it. "H... how much more?" I whispered. "Do you trust me?" I asked, returning my eyes to his with determination and a plan.

He nodded, one brow raised in curiosity as I slid down and came face to face with... it.

"Wha—" Bagheera spoke, just as my tongue darted out to lap up the droplets of pre-cum that had spilled from his tip. He stiffened, eyes wide and trained on me with laser focus as I licked down his shaft, around his head, and then sucked the tip into my mouth—opening all the way to fit his head inside as I lifted my tongue to create a vacuum and sucked, using my hands on the shaft as I took as much of him into my mouth as I could. At this, he'd thrown his head back and was openly yowling in pleasure, his hips bucking up and forcing him deeper down my throat as I struggled to breathe through my nose. As my hands worked, I assessed just how much of him there was and felt the coil in my belly tighten when I confirmed that he wasn't too much longer—but that at the base of him was a bulbous knot.

I gave it an experimental squeeze using both of my hands, and he bucked into me so hard I thought for sure he must've broken my jaw. His claws dug into the soil on either side of his hips, and he roared—nanoseconds later I was drowning and gulping for my life. After what seemed like forever, the firehose in my throat finally turned off, and I slowly slid up and off, gasping for air and feeling dizzy. I made a mental note never to squeeze the knot again while he was in my mouth as my sinuses burned.

Panting and shaking, he looked down at me like I was the sun, and I smiled happily up at him as I darted my tongue out to lick away the last few drops from my lip.

"Next time, please be mindful," I hummed, rubbing my jaw pointedly.

He made a sound somewhere between a squeak and a groan, staring at me with wide eyes.

"Also," I added, looking affectionately down at it, "I've decided I will fit you, or simply die trying." I cast an amused glance back up at him, and his paw was covering his eyes. I frowned and crawled up to him, pushing it aside to see that his eyes had welled with tears.

"You are..." he choked out. "A goddess."

"Goodness." I teased. "Am I?"

He pulled me close to himself then, spreading my legs to straddle his belly as he looked up at me with all the love in the world. "Yes," he said simply, and I blinked away tears of my own because, in that moment, I knew that's what he believed.

He pulled me down against him then, nuzzling affectionately into my neck, and we both emitted contented sighs. I was perfectly happy to snuggle up and drift off into sleep, until... it could be felt nudging against my buttock, and I stiffened.

Bagheera murmured softly, running his paws soothingly over my back.

"Invoking your goddess, are you?" I gasped airily as the tip of him pressed against my clothed entrance softly. He chuckled and tilted his head to regard me mischievously with a gleam in his eye.

"Oh, but I do believe an offering must be made," he growled huskily, flipping me over onto my back so quickly all I could do was squeak as he hovered over me.

"Ba—" I protested but was silenced as his claws simply shredded my underwear and cast away the straps. His face hovered above my core, and his pupils blew wide as he began to pant.

"The scent is... maddening," he huffed out ruggedly as he used his paw to carefully spread me. "Mouthwatering."

Then my back arched and I moaned out loudly as his tongue made a large swipe down my folds. My hand clamped down on my mouth as I gazed down at him in awe. He growled in pleasure and began to lick again, this time with more pressure and purpose. He had to keep my legs spread with his paws as I writhed under his ministrations. He quickly noted that any special attention paid to my bud earned more of a response, and soon I was nearly insane with need, my body shaking as I panted and my head swam drunkenly.

"B...agheera... need..." I panted, rising to collect his head between my hands and gazing at him with wide, glossy eyes. I tried to pull him up, but he resisted with a chuckle.

"Speak it, little one," he growled, eyes burning.

"Please..." I whined, my heart threatening to burst in my chest. "I need you... t...to..."

He growled long and low, relishing the moment as he shuddered and slowly, far too slowly, stalked up my body to rest over me. "You need me to...?" he trailed off, dragging his hot tongue from my clavicle to my temple slowly.

"I... I..." I gasped shakily, my body desperately writhing, rubbing, and clutching onto him like a thing possessed. "N-need you…inside...please.." I mewled.

He nuzzled his nose against mine briefly, and the air was forced from my lungs as he suddenly plugged into me, impaling me roughly and seeming to bash up against my very heart as my body trembled and shook in shock. He let out a thunderous roar then, which died into a soft, desperate keen as he remained perfectly still and I felt every muscle in his body ripple.

"Oooohhh....my little one..." He whined, voice just as shaky as mine had been. "My....my.... mine. " He growled, coming back down to earth and starting to slowly rock his hips. I drew in a long ragged breath and clung to him like he was a strongly rooted tree in a hurricane as my body convulsed in pleasure at how he stretched and filled me, so painful, but so wonderful at the same time. In that moment, I didn't care that he was tearing me- the feeling of his hot length in me was as close to heaven as I felt I would ever get and as fat tears streamed down my cheeks I lifted my knees to tremble at either side of him and a silent scream of air hissed from me as the tip of him bumped into my furthers barrier, goosebumps rampantly rising across my body at the sensation.

He began to pick up speed as he yowled and growled and whined, his paws twitching and tail seizing behind him, and all I could do was die exquisitely and stare at him like he was all that existed as he began to piston into me. Lewd, wet sounds echoed around us and seemed to drive him onto a fevered pitch as his chest started to rumble unsteadily, and I felt every muscle in my body tighten as he pushed me further and further towards something- violently pointing me up and up and near my peak. Impossibly I seemed to tighten around him so much that it was nearly painful as his head bombarded my cervix, bruising and battering it fantastically, and then my vision exploded with light and I emitted a broken scream as even more of him forced its way into me and my legs shook violently as I came and he let out an earth-shaking scream of triumph as my walls clamped down around his knot.

I was flying and not coming down as I felt him pouring into me like lava, his knot burning and throbbing inside of me and my body so sensitive that more tears fell from my eyes and I desperately tried to draw in breath. Every time I started to fall back down into myself he would push the slightest bit further into me and I would be cast back up, my mouth opening and closing and my very spine seemingly turning to liquid.

Absently, I was aware of him grunting words to me, but my mind was like ashes swirling in the air as my body burned around him. It was only when he shifted me in his arms, pushing my legs together and carefully laying beside me as he remained locked within me—holding me in his lap as I lay on my back and he curled around me on his side, tilting my face towards his—that I blinked back into myself and saw him.

He was crying. “I’m so sorry, my little one. If I had known that I would hurt you—” I hissed between bared teeth, and he fell silent.

“No,” I rasped, trying to remember words. “Not hurt.” My voice was cracked, strained, and hoarse.

He blinked at me, chest heaving.

“Want you to live inside of me. Forever,” I croaked, my eyes burning into his as I continued to tremble. He trembled and shook at my words, eyes pouring raw emotion into mine, and I smiled softly. He lifted a trembling paw to caress the sweaty hair from my face as he let out a shaky breath.

“You are everything,” he whispered brokenly, like a prayer, and I found myself silently weeping with him as he stuttered out an affectionate purr and I held his massive paw in my hands and caressed it.

Sometime later, I shifted uncomfortably, and he hissed, pinning me in place with the paw I’d been holding.

“Don’t move. Not yet,” he groaned out apologetically. I nodded and smiled, and his eyes glistened as if he were about to cry again. “I am... sorry.”

“Stop that,” I snapped. “Because I’m not. I’d do it again, even.” I giggled at him.

He huffed dramatically at me, but humor sparked in his eyes for a moment before they darkened again. “I made you bleed. I can smell it, even now.”

“A price I’m glad to pay,” I deadpanned. “Funny that you notice that but not the fact that you rendered my brain inoperable.”

“I thought you were overwhelmed with pain, and even so I...” He trailed off, voice full of pain. “I couldn’t stop.”

“If you had, I think I might have had to skin you,” I cooed, lifting a finger to tap his wet nose. “True, there was a degree of pain for me, and I’ll almost certainly be suffering later, but... I think I liked that.”

He blinked at me, furrowing his brow. “You... enjoyed the pain I caused you?”

I felt a blush creep across my cheeks and averted my eyes. “...Yeah,” I mumbled sheepishly. “I don’t think I’m quite as delicate as you think.”

Just then, there was an audible pop, and he slid out of me. I keened softly in both discomfort at the sting of it and the empty feeling it left me with. Bagheera’s eyes widened, his purring increasing in volume, and his paws flitted about me as if unsure of how to comfort me.

I whined and buried my face in his chest, my body stiff and tense. “I lied. I am delicate. Ow.” I groaned meekly, and he cooed at me.

“I am sorry, my brave little one,” he rumbled, using his paws to massage my upper back.

“Your little one?” I asked softly, lifting my head to look at him through my lashes. “...Say it again.”

Warmth filled his gaze as he lowered his head to nuzzle the tip of my nose with his. “My little one.”

“Yours.” I nodded and smiled dopily up at him. Something unreadable flashed in his eyes like lightning, then he wrapped his arms tightly around me, burying his face in my hair.

After a bit of snuggling, he released me and rose to his feet, stretching, as I gazed up at him from my back before rolling onto my belly, wincing into the leaf litter, and managing to get on my hands and knees. Slowly, I tried to get to my feet, but my legs wouldn’t support me, and I ended up falling into a startled-looking Bagheera with shaking knees and a blush.

Absently, I noticed the small streaks of blood on my inner thighs as I tried to push past the breath-stealing ache I felt between my legs.

I clenched my fists and gritted my teeth as I balanced myself against Bagheera, wobbling on my feet.

“Um...” I mumbled sheepishly. “C... could you please carry me, Bagheera?”

With a soft chuckle, he gathered me into his arms and carried me bridal style back to the stream—sitting so that the cool water came up to his shoulders as I swung my knees free and placed them on the silty bottom, my head craned skyward and my face just barely above the water as I let the cold water soothe my sore body with a groan.

Carefully, his paws ran over me under the water, going between my legs to clean me, and my fingers gripped his upper arms as I let him. I hissed softly at the contact of the water on my now exposed and torn core, which stung briefly. We then returned to the boulder and dried in the evening sunlight, as he purred contentedly and absently ran his paws over my thighs and hips where I lounged between his massive legs and leaned against his belly.

“I’ve forgotten where I left my clothes,” I mused softly, watching the tall grass sway in the soft breeze.

“I haven’t. We’ll collect them,” he hummed back, watching me as I gazed out. I nodded, and my stomach growled. “And then we shall see about a meal,” he added with a soft chuckle, and I nodded again.

True to his word, once we were dry, he carried me straight to where I’d abandoned my clothes and ducked down to palm them as we passed. He then carefully sat me down on what I’d come to think of as our bed, the patch of soft moss, beside what I’d come to view as our tree. I slipped my shirt on and frowned at my bra and jeans.

“What is it, my little one?” Bagheera cooed affectionately as he leaned against the tree and regarded me.

“I don’t want to wear pants,” I grumbled, casting a glare in his direction, which caused him to flinch slightly. “And I wouldn’t have to if someone hadn’t torn my underwear to shreds.”

His mouth opened, then closed, and he looked away. He suddenly seemed to find the tree across the small clearing fascinating. I huffed and slid my feet into the legs, not feeling like trying to get to my feet, pulling them as far up as I could while sitting before rolling onto my back and awkwardly shimmying my butt into them, leaving them unbuttoned for now. When I rolled back onto my butt with an exhale, I noticed Bagheera staring at me with half-lidded eyes and froze as I reached for my socks.

“Just caught a glimpse of something lovely,” he said, clearing his throat and shifting his gaze. I beamed in his direction at his dorky flirtation as I donned my socks and shoes.

“Yeah?” I giggled. “Me too.” I continued, biting my bottom lip and batting my eyelashes when his eyes flickered back to my face. His chest puffed up a bit, and his eyes shone with pride. This was a revelation, I decided, so I continued.

“Did you know?” I asked, trying to sound sultry, and he tilted his head at me. “I know the most attractive panther. He’s very strong and beautiful—his fur is like the most stunning night sky; at first glance, it seems black as pitch, but in the right light, it shimmers and glitters with little hints of amber and sable, and it’s softer than silk! He is warm and safe, and his voice makes me weak in the knees! And his body? Ugh—” I paused to clutch my heart with one hand and fan my face with the other. “A work of art, sculpted by divinity, and gifted to the world—oh, oh, and his eyes?!” I paused again, putting my hand to my head as if swooning. “They could just melt someone."

By this point, his brows were lifted and his mouth hung slightly ajar as he gawked at me, so I continued.

"And I don't just know this perfect specimen," I whispered with my hand curled beside my mouth as if divulging a great secret. "I've... I..." I trailed off, my bravado failing me as a blush bloomed on my skin. I simply let myself squeal happily and roll onto my back, flapping my hands and kicking my feet giddily. "Do you think he knows how much I like him?" I whispered, my eyes meeting his playfully.

Bagheera prowled over to me, dropping to all fours as he crawled atop me and nuzzled my face.

"Oh, I've spoken with this fantastical panther," he rasped, his tone playful. "He seems to be quite besotted by you, little one. He has spoken at length on the subject of your beauty; your delicious scent, your soft tone that bewitches him, your adorable mannerisms and expressions, your body—oh so soft and inviting—your taste..." He was nearly panting now. "But I think for the time being, we'd best not speak of this panther's sentiments for you, lest you bite off a bit more than you can chew at present." He added with a chuckle, taking a deep breath and plopping down beside me with a soft huff.

I giggled. "You may be right... but you'd better tell him to get ready for when my teeth are sharp again. I doubt he'll be safe then, as my mouth will crave him."

He shuddered beside me, and I giggled all the more as he muttered a low "Oh, I'll tell him." and scooped me to his chest before rising with me in his arms.

My fingers caressed the shell of his ear as he carried me a while, before placing me down on a low branch of an old tree and bending to look into my face.

"I must hunt now. Wait here. I will not be far—there is a herd of bucks just over that hill, within that valley. Call out and I will hear." He rumbled, nuzzling my cheek as I chirped my understanding.

He fluidly loped to the top of the opposite hill, looking back at me once, and I smiled before he disappeared over its crest. I hummed happily to myself, swinging my feet and playing with my hair as I waited.

Not too long after, I was startled by a large, all too familiar tail suddenly sliding under me and lifting me. Before I could scream, the tip of it wedged in my mouth and gagged me as it pulled me up into the canopy.

"Well hello, little panther-mate. Enjoying the jungle, are we?" chuckled Kaa, the snake, as he trapped me in his coils and held me suspended in front of him as he lazed upon a thick limb.

I scowled and blushed, biting down on his tail which he ripped from my mouth with a small hiss and another chuckle.

"Put me... back," I growled, thrashing fruitlessly in his coils, which I noticed weren't actually all that tight.

"Back upon the panther's cock?" he taunted, brow cocked with a wicked grin.

"Yes!" I barked, kicking my feet in the air furiously. "I like it!"

My eyes narrowed at him as I remembered that he had this effect—the ability to make me overshare. I still hadn't figured out how he was doing it yet.

"So I heard... So we alllll heard." He hummed. "The man-cub was quite beside himself, poor, confused idiot. You know, I don't think it had ever occurred to him that he himself had a cock before it sprung to life as he spied on the two of you. Peeper." He chuckled as my scowl deepened.

"Sounds like the pot calling the kettle black, peeper." I spat, and he merely chuckled again and threw his hands up in defeat.

"Can you blame me? Sounded as if that old panther was finally dying... but by the looks of it, he was being born." He mused, spinning me like a yo-yo with his tail. "You seem to be... talented."

"That was my first time," I frowned. "Which is probably part of the reason I feel like screaming and crying right now. I hurt. It hurts so much." I added in a whine as I squeezed my legs together. "But if he wanted to go again I would absolu—"

"Quiet, please." He hissed, casting his eyes down to the jungle floor below. Against my will, my mouth snapped shut. My eyes followed the path he made, and my brows shot up as I spotted Bagheera below, dropping a buck to the dirt and looking around frantically. He called out for me, and I wiggled desperately as I tried to force my mouth open, to no avail. Kaa looked between me and Bagheera, his amusement at my desperation evident as Bagheera grew more panicked below.

Eyes going wide as an idea slammed into my head, I kicked my shoe off and cheered in my head as it fell—only for my breath to catch in my throat as Kaa simply caught it with his tail and frowned at me. Moments later, Bagheera was running off and away, calling my name with fear in his voice, and I felt my heart cracking at the sound as tears welled in my eyes. As Bagheera's voice started to fade in the distance, Kaa chuckled and started to slide through the branches in the opposite direction, with me in tow.

"Little... what was it? Ssssssera..." he breathed as we traveled. "You are a form of amussssment I don't want to relinquisssssssh jusssst yet..."

I glared, arms crossed over my chest.

He smiled bemusedly as he rested on his elbows with his chin on his laced fingers. We'd been like this all night, the light of the full moon shining brightly down on the canopy as I sat wrapped loosely in his coils. My eyes felt dry, and I was beyond exhausted and starving, but I'd be damned if I let myself rest in these circumstances.

"...and you came, despite the pain?" He gushed. He'd been extracting every single detail and feeling I'd experienced during my time with Bagheera—and seemed to be tickled pink by the gossip.

"I think I came because of the pain, maybe," I sighed, having long since given up on the concept of feeling shame. "I don't know, or maybe I just got caught up in the intensity of it all."

"And was that your first orgasm?" He posited, eyes glittering.

"Of course not, you absolute lump. I'm not dead, I've masturbated before. Though... that was my first one like that," I replied, blinking as I recalled it.

"Oh-ho. Fascinating," he said, clicking his tongue. "And why hadn't you taken a lover before? Aren't you... a touch old to have not?"

I glared as his words stung a bit, but inhaled to reply regardless.

"I didn't like anyone enough for it, honestly," I admitted. "Occasionally I'd consider it, but in the end, the person always lost my interest."

"What would you say it is about the panther that captures your interest, then?"

"I'm... not entirely sure," I said.

Kaa frowned at this. "You must have some idea."

"Asides from how physically attractive I find him?" I asked, and the snake rolled his eyes and nodded. "Maybe... it's that I feel safe around him. My whole life I've had to be hard, and tough, and strong—I had to be the reliable one that everyone could always depend on, the one that fixed everyone's problems and shouldered the burden of everyone else's emotional needs.... I think that with Bagheera, I allow myself to be soft. To be small and fragile and needy. Because I trust him, and he makes me feel safe enough to do so. I think a part of me... needs that, desperately." I spoke, soberly, contemplating my own words. "I also think that I recognize the same thing in him. I feel like... I need him, and he needs me, and we just... fit. And the concept of just... fitting, with someone, is more than I ever realistically believed I could have. I think... that I could even love him, which terrifies me as much as it excites me."

He soaked in my words silently for a moment. "What about that terrifies you?"

"The possibility that I might not actually deserve that, to love him or be loved by him. The fact that I might not deserve it or him—because underneath it all, I think I'm being selfish. I think that I'm... tricking him somehow, maybe even tricking myself. I don't know." I groaned, my head hurting. "There are a lot of very big, very new feelings that I'm feeling—I'm still trying to sort them out."

"Hm," he mused, tapping his chin. "Fair enough, I suppose." I huffed as he lobbed something into my chest with his tail, and my mouth fell open as I saw that it was fruit—bananas.

"You had these the whole time?!" I shrieked, peeling one rapidly and scarfing it down as he chuckled sadistically. I glared as I wolfed down the whole bundle.

"Thirsty?" He asked, presenting me with a very large leaf that had water collected in it. I accepted it and scowled at him as I cupped it in my hands like a bowl.

"Where did you even get this? Is this even water?" I asked, suspicion lacing my tone.

He rolled his eyes. "Drink," he commanded, and I simply did. I hated that. It was water, thankfully.

"Excellent!" He clapped. "Now sleep."

The panic in my heart barely had time to flutter before I closed my eyes and fell unconscious.

I blinked rapidly, sore and... upside down.

"You snore," Kaa deadpanned, lounging on his back as his tail held me in the air over his head so that he didn't have to move his upper body at all to look me in the face.

"And I'll do it again," I grumbled. "You didn't eat me," I commented, tone suspicious again.

He raised his eyebrows and gave me a crooked grin. "I'm not Bagheera."

I narrowed my eyes, and my mouth parted incredulously for a moment before my gaze unfocused and my eyes watered.

"I miss him. So much," I croaked, hot tears misting in my eyes. "Oh my God, I really, really do. It... it HURTS." And now I was openly sobbing, hiccuping and sniffling loudly. "I miss his fuzzy fur, I miss his smell, I miss his purring, I miss his EYES... I, I, I miss himmm!"

"Oh, good lord, FINE," he groaned, using his tail to send me down to the jungle floor at a speed that caused me to yelp as he roughly deposited me on my butt before his tail disappeared into the branches. I blinked up at the spot it had disappeared. My discarded shoe fell down beside me with a thud. My blinking grew more rapid.

"Be sssseeing you!" The trees seemed to whisper as I heard the sound of his scales sliding fade away.

"My little one?!"

I gasped and swiveled my head, my forgotten tears springing back to life as I scrambled to a shell-shocked Bagheera and sobbed shakily as he squeezed me tightly in his arms.

What felt like hours passed as I trembled and shook in his arms, my face buried in his chest as I gripped him with white knuckles.

"Wh..." He gasped, his voice broken and raw.

"Kaa," I rasped, my voice just as raw as his. "He didn't hurt me though. I think... I think he must be very lonely. He just wanted company and conversation." I lifted my head to glare at the canopy above. "Though maybe he could consider NOT stealing people, the next time he feels SOCIAL!" I shouted, as if he were there to hear it. For all I knew, he could be.

Bagheera began to shake and growl then, and my eyes widened in shock as he bared his fangs and hissed.

"I'll kill that damned snake. How dare he touch what is MINE. How dare he take you from ME." His tone was barely human and sent shivers down my spine. I shifted to clutch his head and force him to look at me.

"Calm down," I cooed. "It's alright. I'm alright." I pressed a soft kiss to his nose reassuringly.

"Bananas?" He questioned, after taking a deep breath to calm himself.

I nodded. "Kaa." Bagheera grumbled something I couldn't quite make out and glared up at the trees above us.

"You say he just wanted to talk," he growled. "What about?"

"Me and... us," I said flatly. "At length."

Bagheera sighed. "He has always been an insufferable—"

"Oh!" I exclaimed, remembering something. "Also, he says that Mowgli spied on us, when we were..." I cleared my throat. "And says that he was apparently very upset."

"Hm. Yes," Bagheera nodded. "I am aware."

I stared at him.

"....what?" I asked, tone flat.

"I smelled him when we were in the water. Based on the nature of the scent, it wasn't difficult to figure out what he'd seen." He said, having the decency to look a bit sheepish. "I thought this information might only upset you, and was trying to figure out how to break it to you."

I frowned but nodded softly, accepting that.

"Well...whatever. I know you care about him, so I'll make an effort If I need to, but...currently, he is not my favorite person in the world." I grumbled.

"Mh." He grunted in acknowledgement. "To be frank, I'm content to leave him well enough alone for the time being. There are other ways I'd judge my time to be better spent..." He trailed off and nuzzled me again playfully and I giggled. Suddenly we both froze as his stomach growled ferociously, and he blinked at me with wide eyes as I gasped.

"Your buck!" I said, tone hushed. "You never got to eat, did you?!"

He chuckled awkwardly and I grabbed his face in my hands. "Do you think I still-"

"Likely not." He rumbled. "But there are plenty of bucks. I...I don't know if I can leave you again so soon after getting you back."

"Mm..." I said, brows furrowing. "But I'm afraid I must insist. You need to eat."

He grumbled in frustration before begrudgingly agreeing with me after his stomach let out another fierce growl. This time, he left me planted in an open field, beside a massive rock jutting up and out of the ground like a tooth- far from any trees.

A short time later, he dropped a boar at my feet and I gasped as he sliced it open with practiced ease and handed me the heart. I smiled politely and tried not to gag at the warmth of it.

He gazed down at me expectantly. I smiled wider. He tilted his head and crouched, frowning. I sighed, lifting the organ to my mouth and taking the smallest bite I could before throwing my head back and swallowing it down as quickly as I could, to avoid the taste. I extended my hand and tried to give it back to him, but he pushed my hand back towards my chest.

"Bagheera, I appreciate the sentiment, but..." I trailed off, looking from the heart to him.

"If you are you carry my cubs you can't just eat mangos." He hummed, returning to the boar to continue his dissection. I froze, heart dropping into the grass with a thud as my mind lagged.

Had I heard him correctly? *Carry his...*I felt dizzy. Was that even possible? If it was...

"...cubs?" I squeaked out, recapturing his attention as he turned back to face me.

"Well...yes." He said, confused. "We did just mate , successfully I might add. It could well be a possibility, just as much as It could not be. Only time will tell."

I gulped and my hands clutched my belly absently as I stared up at him owlishly. "Is....that something you'd want?" I whispered. "Cubs...with me?"

he scrutinized me then, long and hard, and his eyes were unreadable. "Yes." Was his soft reply, as he once again turned his back to me to focus on the boar.

"...oh." I said, numbly. "I've never considered children before. I... oh."

He turned and presented me with a chunk of boar meat then, that might have been a leg, and purred at me.

"It may or may not happen. If it does, we will navigate that path together." He soothed. In my mindless shock I munched contentedly on my chunk of raw boar, not even noticing the taste, or the blood dripping down my chin.

We ate in a relatively comfortable silence, I suppose, my mind too busy trying to process the concept and implications of carrying a litter of cubs as he merrily crunched bone and gulped down the majority of the boar and I finished my portion with no complaints. I snapped back to reality when his tongue lapped up the dried blood from my neck and chin and he kissed the tip of my nose with his affectionately.

"Does the idea of breeding me arouse you?" I blurted, gazing up at him.

He averted his gaze and cleared his throat and my brows shot up. It did! Bagheera had a breeding kink . Well, then. I smiled to myself.

"Because the idea of being bred by you arouses me." I whispered softly, barely audible, and nearly cackled as his ears pricked and his head swiveled as his eyes widened at me. "I'd be lying if I said the more realistic and practical factors didn't scare me a bit, but....the idea of you..." I pressed against his back and wrapped my arms around his shoulders, lifting my mouth to whisper into his ear as I blushed furiously and my heart thundered out of control in my chest. "... filling me up ...I like it." He shuddered and I mirrored the action as our eyes bore into eachothers hungrily.

"You are stunning, but I think you'd be even more beautiful with your belly round and full of my cubs." He rasped. I shivered, heat pooling low in my gut again. "My own sweet little one, fat with our growing cubs." I got the sense he was whispering more to himself, picturing it in his head, as his body rippled again and his posture shifted to something a bit more predatory as I slid off of his back and he turned to face me. Instinctively, I scrambled away, crawling through the tall grasses as he slowly prowled after me. He caught me by the foot, pulling off my shoe. He repeated this process with the other, and then grabbed me behind my knees and slid me on my back towards himself. "Remove them." He growled, tugging at my pants.

His tone allowed for no argument and had my belly flip flopping pleasurable as I complied wordlessly, shocking my jeans as I laid on my back. He loomed over me then, and lifted my arms as he pulled my shirt off. Suddenly, a wicked idea popped into my head, and I rolled onto my belly and scampered forward on my elbows and knees, only stopping once I was in front of him. I arched my back and fully displayed myself for him- mewling in shame and desire as my skin burned and I shifted my gaze shyly to his. I could feel my slick sliding down my thighs, and I wiggled a bit and moaned in need.

"Bagheera..." I growled softly, my voice cracking. "Please, breed me."

He was on me before I could blink, and we both let out loud groans as he slid in, this time much slower than the last, his paws resting above my head on the ground as I shifted my weight from my elbows to my hands and pushed back against him with a broken moan. It stung a bit, but not nearly as much as it had. I growled into the dirt when I felt the tip of it kiss my cervix softly and whined out as bagheera froze.

"B..bagheera!" I pleaded. I leaned forward and pushed myself back, effectively sliding him in and out on my own, and he hissed out a long growl as he repositioned and his paws blanketed either of my hips and he stopped me from moving. I glanced back at him with wide eyes as he regarded me with those wild, blown pupils of his. "Bagheera..." I mewled, desperate and confused. He tilted his head and chuckled.

"My, my...needy, aren't we, little one?" He growled, inflicting agonizingly slow pleasure upon me as he oh so slowly slid In and out of me. "Almost like a bitch in heat. "

I moaned at his words and nodded frantically. "I am! I am!" I keened. "I'm your little bitch in heat! Please bagheera!" I was almost sobbing. I was so desperate for him to move faster, harder, deeper. " Please breed me!"

And with that, he shuddered violently, and it was as if a switch had been flipped- and he began to pound into me so hard that each thrust knocked the wind out of me as my breasts slapped back and forth from my chin to my upper belly like applause.

"Oh-hh-hh...BA-ghee-RA-ahhh-ah!" I huffed as he pistoned into me and my brain started to fog. "Mmm-mmm-mm....fill-me-uuhh-up!" He was now growling uncontrollably and jackhammering into me at such speed that my arms gave out and I fell limp as he held my hips in place and continued to ram into me roughly.

"Put, my, cubs, in, you!" He panted as he maintained his frenzied pace and I felt myself start to get close to that blinding peak.

"Yes! Yes! Yes! Please!" I chanted, pushing myself back up with my arms and throwing my head back. Bagheera was drooling on my back as he leaned forward then, wrapping one strong arm around my chest while the other slipped around to hold my belly as he somehow began to drive deeper and even faster and I started to see stars. Just as he thrust his knot inside, my walls clamped as I came, and we both roared out our pleasure as once again he filled me to the brim and the heat from his cum in my belly radiated from the tips of my toes to the top of my head.

We both throbbed with the aftershock as we caught our breath.

Suddenly, overtaken by some Hellish need, I clenched tightly around him and worked myself carefully around as he stiffened and simply let me manipulate his body with mine - first I tucked my head and rolled forward, and he braced me as he carefully rolled first onto his side and then his back as I then sat straddling him, my back to him as my hands braced themselves on his massive thighs as I tilted my head to look at him.

"Bagheera..."I whispered, breathing heavily. "....I want more."

His eyes widened and he looked at me like I was the most beautiful thing in the universe, as I experimentally bounced softly up and down, his knot becoming lubricated with my juices and eventually popping out of and then back into me. His chest heaved and his eyes rolled back in his head then, and his tongue hung out of his mouth and I mewled with the realization that every time his knot popped back inside of me he came again . I decided to milk him until either he ran dry or I burst, as I bounced faster.

"Want...all of it...every...drop..." I growled

, already tightening and close to Cumming again. He wheezed out a rattled breath and jerked up suddenly- his knot somehow throbbing and re-locking inside of me as his head Smashed against my cervix and I came, walls fluttering and body falling limp against his legs.

We laid like that for a long while, not speaking, just breathing and reeling from the experience, too flabbergasted and weak to move.

When I could finally move again, I lifted my head up and looked back at him, only to subconsciously clench tighter around his knot when I saw the way he was staring at the sight of himself buried within me, locked in. He hissed pleasurably and his paws encompassed my buttocks, spreading them slightly to get a better view, and cooed softly, stealing his attention. I blushed and blew a strand of hair out of my eyes.

"That was..." He trailed off, at a loss.

"Yeah, it was." I agreed with a giggle and a wink and he chuckled.

"You..." I gasped, his hands reaching for me and shuffling his feet so that I fell back against his chest with a soft thud. "You drained me." He whispered into my ear, his tone thick with love.

"I feel..." I mewled. " So full. I love it."

He nuzzled the top of my head and inhaled deeply. "I will gladly pour all I have into you, any time." He rumbled.

"Promise?" I cooed and he chuckled and rested his paws on my belly.

I felt his knot start to slip out and clenched tightly, gasping. Bagheera groaned and tilted his head at me.

"I don't want you to leave yet." I pouted. "I love the way you feel inside of me."

"You dazzling creature." He exhaled, chest rumbling happily. Despite my best efforts, eventually he slipped from me and a large wave of his seed gushed from me through my fingers as I tried to hold it in.

"I feel empty now." I whispered sadly up at him.

"Don't worry, it won't be for very long, my own." He rumbled. I rolled over to lay on him, chin propped on his chest as I kicked my feet in the air as his paws rested on my butt and kept it toasty.

"I think...you really have turned me into a needy bitch in heat." I mused.

"You've had a similar effect on me." He mused back.

I was struck then, but how... right this felt. By how truly happy I was, in this moment. My heart fluttered.

"Oh?" I grinned playfully, tickling under his chin. "Have I turned you into my needy little bitch?"

"Watch yourself, now." He growled in warning.

"Hmmm?" I purred hands snaking over his chest, before striking to pinch where his nipples would be if he had them as he bolted upright and hissed at me. He might not actually have nipples, but clearly that area was still sensitive, I noted as I cackled.

Suddenly, I was thrown over his knee and his giant paw smacked down hard on my ass. I yelped. He spanked me once, twice, thrice....my yelping turned to moaning as the heat from his slaps spread across my skin. He froze.

"Bagheera, I think that if you don't fuck me again this very instant i may die." I informed him gravely.

"Consider my refusal a part of the punishment for your.... cheek. " He chuckled darkly. "You insatiable little imp. "

I bolted upright and my mouth hung open in shock. He laughed, a deep, rolling laugh that shook the ground. He then simply rose to his feet and casually sauntered away, gathering my clothes as he went. "And I'll be holding on to these. " He called as he went. I squawked and scrambled to my feet, gritting my teeth at the soreness I knew I'd have to get used to, and waddled a few steps before looking down in abject horror.

"Bagheera! I am leaking!" I shouted in dismay. His laugh could be heard from somewhere unseen.

"That's what your greed buys you!" He called back, sounding far too pleased.

I grumbled to myself and padded after him, shivering In disgust as the remnants of our little romp dripped thickly down my legs. Once I'd caught up with him I raised my arms and tried to climb up on him, only for him to dodge and start striding away.

"B...bagheera??" I squeaked out, trotting to keep up with his long strides.

"Hm?" He hummed. "I thought it was your 'needy little bitch'."

I groaned out frustratedly at his pettiness, while I simultaneously found it an endearing quality of an otherwise stoic man.

"You called me your needy little bitch in heat first!" I hurled, mimicking the British accent he had for reasons unknown.

"My darling, my very own, my sweet little one," he cooed, stopping to let me catch up with him. "That is precisely what you are. Not the other way around." And then he was off again. Impulsively, I grabbed his tail, and he slowed with an annoyed grunt so that it wouldn't be pulled.

"Yes? So you can't also be mine??" I pouted. "Seems unfair. I thought I was your goddess. "

He put his hands on his hips and cut his eyes at me as he turned his head.

"That you are. But Cheeky goddesses who are ill-behaved will be punished." He informed me calmly.

My mind sparked and several dots connected in my head and I contemplated their meaning for a moment before beaming up at him.

"So I am to be your good little girl? " I cooed and batted my lashes at him playfully. The fact that his breath hitched slightly at my words and tone wasn't lost on me. Bagheera just kept revealing more and more little kinks by the moment, it seemed. Luckily thus far they'd been ones I shared which pleased me to my toes.

"...indeed." He rasped, voice sounding strained before he cleared his throat.

"And you're..." I tapped my chin slowly as if deep in thought. "My patient and doting... daddy ? Well, you will be a daddy, soon enough. A daddy who will very much put his cubs in this little girl?" I tested.

His pupils expanded then for a moment as he shivered, before they shrunk and pinpointed me.

"How..." He breathed out and I giggled, Shrugging. 

We sat in comfortable silence for a few moments, and I absently stroked his tail as it was flitted softly in my grasp.

“My little one…” He said, failing to suppress the twitching of his nostrils. 

“I smell like someone who’s been running around the jungle and fucking?” I chirped. 

"Come," he said with humor still in his tone as he took my hand. "I hear water this way." I followed him contentedly, still grasping his tail, and we soon came to where water fell from rocks above into a large pool that fed into a river further down the hill we seemed to be on.

Bagheera stepped carefully down into the water before turning and extending a paw and helping me in- promptly cleaning me as he had before as he purred softly.

"See?" I giggled, spurting a bit of water at him from my mouth as he held me up in the water which was over my head so that I wouldn't have to tread water to stay beside him. "You're just such a good daddy, cleaning his little girl so gently. You're obvious to anyone who knows what to look for, silly."

He raised a brow and chuckled. "I suppose I am." He agreed happily.

My eyes flashed and I figured now was as good a time as any to address what had been the elephant in my room for some time now.

"Bagheera?" I asked, helping him scrub his hide with my fingers working down to his skin. He hummed. "Had you initially planned on Mowgli and I... being like you and I are now?"

He froze, and that was all the answer I needed, so I hummed and continued to massage him. He slowly relaxed, though his eyes remained narrowed on me.

"You know it was a doomed effort from the start, don't you? I can understand why you made it, but... how could I have ever been attracted to him when you stood beside him? Honestly..." I trailed off. "As if his personality weren't off-putting enough. When compared to you, he has about as much appeal as a monkey with mange." I clicked my tongue and shook my head.

He listened quietly, eyes unreadable.

"You are the only female here, in the entire jungle. And you are human, like him. I thought it only fair to give him a chance," he cleared his throat softly. "Even if I already knew he'd blow it."

I blinked. He blinked back.

"The only female in the entire jungle?!" I squawked. He winced and nodded.

I stared at him dumbly.

"And you didn't feel it necessary to mention that sooner?!" I wheezed, eyes boring into his. "What about... what about the man village?!"

His ears flattened in aggravation. "You will not be going there," he hissed, low and threatening. "Now or ever."

I jerked my head back as if he'd slapped me and scowled. "I... excuse me?!" I hissed back, with enough venom that even as angry as he was, he flinched slightly.

"All of the men fled, long ago, before we all... changed. Shere Khan and his little... lackeys have taken up residence just outside. They seem to be convinced that man is responsible for our... changing. And Shere Khan is ever angry at man." He informed me, teeth bared.

I absorbed his words silently.

"That's all fine and good, but have you considered that I am not a man?" I asked. "I am a woman. And I am clearly of a different people entirely. Surely Shere Khan would allow me to pass? Even if only to collect a few things that I might need?"

Bagheera growled again, long and deep, and rose from the water, lifting me with him.

"I will not risk losing you to Shere Khan," he spat. "I will tether you to me, if needs must!"

I frowned. He glared.

"You'd let Mowgli go," I hissed.

He inhaled sharply and puffed up, and for a moment I thought he might actually hit me. I flinched back.

"I DO NOT LOVE MOWGLI THE WAY I LOVE YOU!" he roared, the sound rattling my eardrums and making me squeak.

He glared at me, and I blinked furiously up at him.

Mowgli... the boy he'd raised, the boy he'd risked his life for. Mowgli, who was like a son to him. My mind buzzed.

"You... love me?!" I gasped.

He looked at me like I was insane before gripping my shoulders with his paws.

"Of course I do," he whispered. "So much so it astounds me."

My breathing grew heavy, and I steadied myself, reaching my hands up to clutch his paws on my shoulders like a lifeline.

"You... love... me," I started numbly, my head spinning. He looked concerned. The sheer weight of his words, of the responsibility they fell upon me with, of the magnitude of them... I started to hyperventilate. "You... love... love... m... me..." I gasped, and he desperately purred and pulled me close. He held me and softly rubbed up and down my arms until I calmed, which seemed to take ages as I hiccupped and gasped. At least there were no tears, I thought gratefully.

"It's alright. I understand tha—" he began in a soothing rumble, and I furiously shook my head.

"No, you don't understand," I croaked. "Nobody... has ever loved me. Not even family."

His eyes widened and glinted darkly at my words, and he pulled me close. "I'm sure that's no—"

"No!" I interrupted again, turning to point at the large scar under my left armpit. "When I was small, my mother tried to kill me. I grew up with my father, who was kind but made it clear that he did not love me, that I had to earn every scrap of kindness. That I had to work to meet his approval—and that he couldn't care less about my well-being apart from how I reflected upon him to his peers. He's the whole reason I'm even here. He wanted a 'fond memory of foreign travel' to talk about with his friends. My presence was as unappreciated as it was mandatory."

By now, my voice had started to waver and crack. I stared up at Bagheera intensely. "Why do you think I never once mentioned wanting to go back? There was no love in my life."

He listened to me in stricken silence, his paw ghosting over my scar, where my mother had thrown me from a balcony, and my rib had burst through the skin when I was four—screaming about how ugly I was, and how I'd ruined her life by being born.

"I love you, Sera," he whispered, lowering his head to softly nuzzle my scar. With that, the dam burst, and I wept silently.

"I want to believe that so badly," I sniffled. "You deserve for me to believe that. But, I..."

"That's alright," he purred. "My love isn't going anywhere. It will still be here when you are ready—all it can do is grow."

I sniffled again and closed my eyes.

"I don't deserve it. I don't deserve you," I croaked. "I... I haven't earned it, not really."

"Pity I don't care about that," he mumbled into my hair. "I plan on inflicting my affection and adoration upon you regardless."

"Why?" I whispered.

He inhaled deeply. "Because it's what I want to do. Perhaps it's selfish, but loving you makes me happy."

I sniffled again and buried my face into his chest. "What if... I hurt you?"

"Do you want to?" he asked, and I shook my head. "Then how would you?"

"What if you hurt me?" My words came out hollow. "What if you wake up one day and see me for what I am... and feel shame or disgust?"

"I could ask you the same thing. But I choose to believe that won't happen. I choose to trust you because I want to." He rumbled like soft thunder under my cheek. "I may suffer for it later, true enough, but I know I would suffer far greater now if I didn't take that risk."

"Bagheera, I'm afraid," I mumbled, pathetically.

"I know," he said simply. "I am too."

[theway-itwas]

20230906

to you:

i've been doing a lot of reflecting.

i've been in this state of hindsight for a couple days now. all i can seem to do is think. i think about everything that was, that could've been, and that i wish had never been. it's the most excruciating process, and yet, i continue to come out of it stronger and wiser than before.

somehow, though, it always circles back around to you.

i've been hurt many times, but nothing has ever cut me quite as deep as you. the heartbreak and rejection could never compare, because you? you killed me.

because of you, i had to reevaluate everything. i had to rebuild my entire life--to pick up the pieces and reinvent everything i've ever known. my perception of everything changed because of you. the way i view relationships, people, and myself were shattered because of you. the venom that dripped from your lips still courses through my veins.

the fact that, even now, hearing your name stings, says everything i can't put into words. every misstep and mistake i have ever made in my relationships can be traced back to you. you destroyed me.

i was just a kid, you know. that innocent 15 year old girl that you crushed in the palm of your hand just wanted to be seen. she just wanted to be desired and needed. she wanted so desperately to have something to cherish, and she never deserved what you did to her. being the age i am now, just a little bit older than you were at the time, makes it all the worse. how did you do it? why did you even consider taking advantage of a naive child who didn't know any better? and why did it have to be me?

i don't remember the specifics anymore. not a single day nor a conversation sticks in my head, and perhaps that's for the best. but what i do remember all too well is the feeling. the feeling of blind euphoria, being noticed by someone, and through a smokescreen, being treated like the most precious thing on earth. i also remember the feeling of confusion, wondering why you suddenly stopped calling. and the feeling of my innocence being ripped out of my very soul. the worthlessness that came after you threw me away. i was a child. i didn't know any better than you.

the worst part is, for years i defended you. my brain still foolishly finds ways to defend you; to my friends, to you, to myself. i tried to justify what you did to me because i was "in love" with you. i tried to comb through every small and minute detail to find the silver lining in just one thing--to look for anything less than horrific. and yet, i still look back on those days with sheer terror in my eyes.

you were an adult. you knew better. you chose to pursue a 15 year old, a child who would tell you about high school drama, while you pleaded and begged for things a child should never have to give an adult. you broke me into submission, and all i knew at the time was that i wanted and needed to please you. we were intimate, i sent you pictures that i shouldn't have even thought about taking, and you enjoyed it. it was vile, the ways you crafted your perfect fantasy out of an incomplete mold. you manipulated and coerced me into being obsessed with you. i was a lost puppy, desperate for you, and you were a fiend hungry for power. you used me until you didn't need to anymore, and left the shards of an innocent little girl who couldn't for the life of her figure out what exactly she did wrong.

i struggled, and still do, with loving because of you. loving myself, loving others, trusting anyone. at 15 years old i had to cry on the bathroom floor, utterly destroyed, wondering why i wasn't good enough. i turned to substance abuse and developed an addiction that could've easily gotten me killed. i had to sit and watch while you berated me and made fun of me with your friends--a group of adults bickering with a child. i didn't know then that it wasn't my fault. i didn't know then that i never had a choice, and that i didn't do anything wrong.

i hope being your forever kept secret haunts you. i wish i could sit here and say i forgive you, and i understand why you did what you did to me. but i hate lying, primarily because of you. i refuse to lie to myself any longer.

i hope the thought of me keeps you up at night. i hope you live in constant fear that i could jeopardize your career, your friends, and every relationship you will ever have. i hope you lay on your bedroom floor and hysterically sob at the thought of every single atrocity you committed to an innocent child. i hope dread washes over you every time you conveniently skip over the time you spent stringing me along when you talk about your exes with anyone who asks.

i know you don't, and you never will, but i hope someday you realize the value of the life you nearly ended.

i have never once gotten an apology, or even an acknowledgement from you. i deserved it then and i deserve it now, but it will never come. so many of my faults are deeply rooted in my time that was shackled by you. i just hope one day i can break free of the chains you still have me locked in.

with any luck, this will be the last time i ever have to utter your name.

you destroyed me, sydney. and in a desperate attempt to reclaim everything you stole from me, i wrote you this. though you will never read it, i will know that everything i have ever wanted to say to you is here.

[eijishimas]

caught red handed.

18+ nsfw content. minors dni. all characters are aged up.

masterlist.

content warnings: f!reader, college!au, masturbation, mentions of alcohol, voyeurism, daddy kink, bit of a handjob, bit of oral (m!receiving), filming, slight degradation, creampie, one (1) instance of bakugou slapping your pussy.

notes: happy belated birthday to my bestie, @rekiri . you deserve the world and so much more, you’re sweet and hilarious and i fucking love talking to you, whether we’re joking or being more serious. i know you told me not to, but i really wanted to write something for you as a gift (because ya girl is a bit of a broke bitch). ik it’s not eren, kiri, or reki, but i hope you like this piece regardless. i love you, even if you annoy me to death, you whore /j. this one’s for you <3

wc: 2.6k | inspo (nsfw link): xxx

Everyone knew college was stressful. Deadlines nearly every single week, assignments and essays, not to mention attending classes brought a whole new wave of anxieties for students every single day. Sometimes that stress was either doubled or relieved by having a partner for a project or two. Luckily for you, you and your old high school classmate Katsuki Bakugou were paired up for a project for one of your Quirk Law classes. It was a research project, one that required a forty slide presentation. You were headed on your way to Katsuki’s dorm today to work on it at the time you agreed upon: 5pm. Then you two would study together for upcoming midterms. It was all planned out down to a tee. So at around 3:50pm, Katsuki knew he had time. He figured he needed a break from his Rescue Tactics Indoors II class, otherwise his brain would begin oozing from his ears.

Pushing aside his overpriced textbook, he rolled his shoulders back, hearing the cracks of his stiff muscles while he stretched at his desk. He let out a sigh, propping his chin up on the palm of his hand as he scrolled mindlessly through his socials. Mina had posted a Throwback Thursday post, an old one of him and you back in your freshman year of college. His nose twitched in annoyance as he recalled the parties, more specifically Denki Kaminari’s birthday party, where he had gotten so drunk that the walls melted and bent before him. Katsuki’s expression changed however, as he swiped through the collection of photos to stumble across an image of you and him. Have you always worn dresses that tight? You practically had your ass out from how short your garment had been cut, tits threatening to spill out of your low hanging neckline. Not only that, but Katsuki had an arm slung around your shoulder. His smile was stretched wide due in part to the alcohol in his system, but also because you were standing next to him. You were laughing at something Mina had said behind the camera, your hand tossed against the slightly unbuttoned shirt Katsuki had worn that night. Your fingers had brushed against his toned chest and he scoffed at the thought. Slowly but surely, memories of that party flooded back to Katsuki in waves.

They were mostly recounts from Kirishima and Mina, but apparently you two had made out in front of everyone that night. He swiped left again, swallowing dryly as he saw just that. Your manicured fingers were wrapped tight around his party shirt, tongues in a deadly dance of want and desperation for each other. Katsuki’s eyes grew as he noticed that the photo hadn’t cut out the part where he had been kneading your ass through that skimpy dress of yours. Immediately, Katsuki went to Mina’s dms demanding to take down the photo. And she did, thank god, but not without sending Katsuki more than ten photos of you and him making out at the party. He clenched his jaw, anger and a low desire plaguing his conscience. Glancing to the top left corner of his phone, he noted the time. 4:10pm.

He had time.

Saving the photos to his gallery, he pushed his chair away from his desk to have some fucking breathing room. His eyes flitted down to his sweats and as he expected, there was a tent forming. He groaned, wiping the sweat from his palms off on his pant leg before languidly beginning to palm himself through his clothes. His breaths quickened, chest stuttering as he looked to his phone displaying the photos of you and him. There’s a faint recollection in the back of his head of how you taste. Like cherries from your glossy lips, like vodka from the shots you took off of Denki earlier that evening, how you moaned into his mouth the night you had drunkenly kissed.

Katsuki tugged the waistband of his sweats down, allowing his previously constrained cock to breathe. It slapped against his stomach, heavy and leaking. Shit, he didn’t remember being this horny at the beginning of this. Spitting into his palm, he lubed up his dick as best as he could on short notice. His eyelids drooped as he swiped through the pictures like a filmstrip, a montage of all the best moments he had with you at that party. You grinding on his lap, you whispering dirty ideas you wanted to do with him later, you, you, you…

Katsuki squeezed his aching shaft, fisting his cock as precum dribbled down his slippery head. His face was an uncanny shade of crimson, a testament to how horny he was all for a few old pictures of the two of you. “Y/n.” He swore he barely recognized his voice from how breathless and needy it was. He continued to pump his cock, the only thoughts replaying in his mind were perverted fantasies of you bouncing on his dick hard enough to hear the slap of your ass cheeks against his abs.

Tapping the screen of his phone twice to zoom in, he admired your curves with pursed lips. Fuck, you really were gorgeous. Everything about you radiated a sinful nature he could never put his tongue on. You were tempting him, licking flames up his body with such intensity that made him shiver. He cursed, thumb drifting over his slit as he hissed. Fuck you for being as ravishing as you were that night, fuck you for making him feel so goddamn needy for your-

“Bakugou, I was about to text you but I remembered you were studying today, so I figured it would be okay if I came a bit...” your words trailed off. You blinked rapidly in an attempt to process the scene unfolding before you. Katsuki Bakugou, holding his dick in his hand, face on fire with a deep blush, his other free hand secure around his phone with- was that a picture of you from your freshman year of college? There was a beat of silence, Katsuki’s uneven breathing the only sound in the room aside from the low drawl of the ceiling fan over both of your heads. You gaped at him, tongue darting out to wet your lips upon realizing his hand hadn’t stopped moving. If anything, you saw his hand flex around his cock, further tightening his grip as you stood right in front of him.

“What the fuck-”

“What?” he beat you to the punch, his lips twitching into a devilish smile, “Don’t like what you see?” His confidence knocked the air out of you, your bewildered attitude showing true on your features. Your body feels warm, searing beneath his gaze. “Excuse me?” you squeaked out, overcome with both curiosity and a hint of lust for the ash blond.

“Are you gonna fucking help me or not?” His pride was refusing him to be flustered, not when he was this feverish for you. He needed the upper hand, he needed control over this situation. And it seemed by how you were shifting your weight from side to side, that it was happening just as he wanted. Who were you to refuse such an offer from Katsuki Bakugou?

And that’s how you ended up here, nestled between thick, muscled thighs with your hand wrapped around his throbbing cock. He had you spit over his dick, his entire shaft gleaming in all its glory as it stood to attention in your grasp. The flash of his camera burned your eyes as you suckled on his crown, hand continuously jerking his cock while he ravenously watched you through the screen. The guttural groan that escaped him was nothing short of music to your ears, your thighs tensing as the coils of heat continued to build and knot between your legs.

“Mm. Keep going like that, take it. All the way in now, like a good little slut,” Katsuki instructed, his voice slicing through the heavy atmosphere of desire. The words make you whimper, enveloping his sensitive head in vibrations while you lick around his slit. A large hand cupped your face, forcing you to make eye contact with the ash blond behind the camera. His black tank top truly had no confines over him, since it was tight enough to see the outlines of his pecs and ripped torso. Katsuki sure worked hard to maintain his appearance, but you knew he had the strength to back those muscles up. The thought of him completely dominating you, holding you with strong arms and pinning you down with his body made your pussy even more wet with your slick than it already was. Even from how you were on your knees, Katsuki possessed an unspoken will over you. You wanted to please him, make him feel good, make him have no good reason not to give you everything he had to offer.

You took your lips off of his head with a little ‘pop’, eyes wide and expectant as a string of drool connected your bottom lip to the tip of his cock. Bakugou’s smile grew, making sure your face was completely in frame and in focus. “Dirty girl,” he hummed, thumb tracing the apple of your cheek before guiding your lips toward his twitching cock. You slowly kissed the vein on the side of it, mumbling out four words:

“Your dirty girl, daddy.”

The moment the words left your mouth, Katsuki let out a low, gravelly moan. It was as if a switch inside him had flipped. Without warning, he’s pulling you off the floor and sitting you down in his desk chair instead. He’s a bit rough, his vision clouded by the sheer want to fuck you until you were screaming his name, until his name was the only word your pretty little brain could recall. He abandoned his phone and instead had his hands drop to the armrests of his desk chair, encasing your body as he towered over you. Your skirt was immediately shucked up your waist and Katsuki’s hands went to work on your panties. He ripped them off completely, tossing them aside without a care as to where they went. He gazed down at you with fervour, licking his lips at the sight of your dripping cunt.

“Who’s pussy is this?” he coaxes with a grin, teeth shining. His hand slipped between your thighs, his index and middle finger tracing up and down your slit. Goosebumps erupted across your skin, your thighs instinctively closing around his hand. Your face bloomed with warmth, eyes darting away from his cocky demeanour, “Baku—”

Your body jolted as a firm smack was delivered to your sensitive pussy, a wet, lewd sound meeting your ears as he did. It made a high pitched, whiny moan be pulled out from your throat.

Fuck.

“Try again,” he ordered, tone demanding and almost condescending. His lips ghosted yours yet he never had any intention of moving close enough to seal the gap between the two of you. You whimpered, eyes meeting the dark red irises that were staring straight through you.

“‘S yours, daddy.”

“Now that’s a good fuckin’ girl.”

His lips found yours, teeth tugging at your bottom lip hard enough to make the warmth in your stomach double. The liquid heat had been building ever since you walked in, and you were fairly certain that you weren’t going to last much longer.

He hooked your knees over his elbows, biceps flexing as the muscles in his arms supported your full weight. He picked you up with such ease, your arms flying around his neck as you squeal, gasping at how little effort that took him. He was a pro-hero in training, of course he had practiced lifting people up no matter their body type or size. Either way, it didn’t matter to him. He thought you looked rather angelic clinging onto him regardless. He wasn’t even breaking a sweat with his hands spreading your cheeks, grunting as he adjusted you in his arms. He slid slowly into your slick cunt inch by suffocating inch, your walls fluttering and enclosing around his throbbing cock. Katsuki’s breathing was unsteady, eyes watching your expression intently in hopes that this new position would give you as much pleasure as it was giving him. His ego was running rapant from how you were holding onto him for dear life. You were practically shaking in his grasp, mouth open in an ‘o’ shape as all you could do was gape at how deep he reaches within you. You were keening, eyes hazed with lust and nails digging crescents into his shoulder blades hard enough to make him hiss.

When you finally catch your breath and adjust to his size, you give him a curt nod as an indication for him to start moving. Slowly, he lifted you up off his cock until his head kissed your entrance before allowing gravity to do most of the work. This position had his cock nudging your cervix and it made the knot in the pit of your stomach squeeze further, threatening to snap with every loud smack of his balls echoing through his dorm room. He pistoned into you like that, reaching deeper to rearrange your insides. It was like your entire body was being engulfed with pleasure and fire. He took in your face, how it scrunched in pleasure, hair sticking to your face as you mumble out how much you want to cum, how much you need to cum.

“Fuckin’ tight just for daddy, hah?” he cooed to you, “You wanna cum all over my cock like a little slut? You were watching me from the door jerking off for you. Dirty fuckin’ girl. Who’s making you feel good? Say it. Spit it out.”

“You!” you moaned, your head feeling light from the way the veins on the side of his cock rubbed your walls, “You, daddy. Please let me cum. I w- wanna cum!”

“I can’t hear you,” Katsuki rumbled, eyes steeled before you unmoving and unwilling to give you permission just yet. “Please!” you begged, “I’m a dirty girl. I’m your dirty girl, daddy! Please let me cum!” You were too engrossed in your pleasure to have any semblance of shame. Katsuki grinned. That’s what he wanted to hear. He let out a tiny ‘tch’ before uttering out, “Then cum, slut.”

Without another word, you let out a final wanton moan, gushing around him as the liquid heat finally expels from your body. Your orgasm hits you in waves, your body quivering with each new sensation as you hold Katsuki’s cock within your cunt. Your nails leave angry red marks along Katsuki’s shoulders, ultimately sending him hurtling towards his own release.

Cum dripped down his twitching cock, your chest heaving as your legs feel like jelly. Tingles shot down your spine as Katsuki pumped rope after rope of his sticky cum well enough to paint your inner walls white. He helped you ride out your high, delivering harsh bitemarks to your neck to leave a mural of hickeys claiming you as his. The smile he gives you is cocky, prideful, and arrogant. He placed you back down on his desk chair, your thighs still going through the aftershocks of your high. Reaching for his phone, he tapped the app icon for his camera. He knelt down, chuckling as your fingers slid between your legs to spread your lower lips for him. His cum seeped out past your slit, leaking down to your puckered asshole.

“There we go. Aren’t you daddy’s good girl, hm?”

Tiredly, you nodded.

“‘M daddy’s good girl.”

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MY TYPE | JJK

One Shot

▽ summary: you’ve never liked fuckboys, especially one Jeon Jungkook. But when you find yourself late at night playing a game of seven minutes in heaven with your college friends, things take a different turn.

▽ genre: porn with very little plot, college au

▽ pairings: fuckboy|jk x fem!reader

▽ words: 2192

▽ warnings: implied alcohol use, jk jerked off to your insta pics (y/n living the dream), oral sex (m receiving, deep throating), unprotected sex, lots of cum, dirty talk, nipple play, jk has a big dick

A chorus of ooohs filled the messy living room in which you and your friends were sitting in circle. It was late and most of the party guests had already gone back home, leaving just a small bunch of you and a pile of garbage all over the house. You would have gladly leave the place way earlier if it wasn’t for your best friend Se-mi, who you promised to drive back home. She insisted in staying longer to hit on Min Yoongi, one of your fellow classmates from the same major, but the guy seemed to barely notice. He might even been interested in her for all you knew: there was no way of telling, since he was always so introverted. The only person he spoke to was his disaster of a friend, Jeon Jungkook, the campus playboy.

How do they even get along? They have literally nothing in common.

And you knew this, since you had been often paired with Yoongi for some group projects during the years. The guy was cool. He was really smart and funny when you actually got to know him. He just didn’t open up easily. That’s why, even though you’ve had the opportunity to chat with him several times, you couldn’t really say you two were friends.

But back to the ooohs. The reason behind that childish reaction was to trace in the empty bottle of beer who had just stop spinning, pointing at you and the infamous Jeon Jungkook, who was having the time of his life – judging from the mischievous grin on his face.

You weren’t blind, you knew he was hot as fuck, but he was way too aware of his good looks and terribly overconfident. He was known to have slept with most girls on campus, and you were pretty sure he was more dedicated to keep his record than to actually graduate. Which, for a good student like you, was infuriating.

You had always found him annoying and obnoxious. And on top of that, you couldn’t figure out how girls seemed to fall for his cheesy lines every single time, throwing themselves at him like he was the only guy with a dick.

Sure, you didn’t really knew the guy, but in your opinion there wasn’t much to know about him. He was a cliché. And you couldn’t help but roll your eyes every time he tried to hit on you. Because he did. Of course he did. You were just his favorite type of prey: one that was not easy to catch.

“Well, you know the rules, guys. The closet is right at the end of the corridor. You have to stay in there for seven minutes. If you get out earlier, you have to kiss in front of everybody for the remaining time. And if you don’t get out.. well.. good for you.”

“Don’t worry, Jimin. Seven minutes are more than enough.” You said with a sarcastic tone, giving him a fake smile while you got up and adjusted your skirt.

Jungkook scoffed, getting up and leaning closer to your ear to talk in a low voice, but loud enough for the others to hear.

“You must have had some pretty lame sex if you think so. Hope I’ll change your mind.”

“You’re disgusting.”

And that’s how you found yourself sharing the tightest possible space with a known fuckboy like Jeon Jungkook.

As soon as you entered the closet, you pushed your back against one of the walls, folding your arms to your chest to make him understand in every possible way that you weren’t going to give into any of his shenanigans. Stupid move, since your shirt was a bit low-cut and that only made your tits pop up even more, looking like a four course meal to the blatant gaze of Jungkook.

“No class to run to this time, mh?” he immediately uttered, giving you a malicious smile while leaning with his shoulder against the door frame.

“Unfortunately.”

He rolled his eyes, darkened even more by the dim light of the small space you were both trapped in.

“Oh come on, do you really want to turn this game into seven minutes in hell? You don’t necessarily have to be a mood killer.”

“I just don’t like you, Jungkook. I know you are not used to hear it, but that’s just how it is.”

Your comeback didn’t seem to affect him at all. If anything, he just made him chuckle and slightly shake his head.

Seriously? You are that full of yourself?

“Ok, so it’s another Y/L/N Y/N who liked my photo at the gym from three years ago and then changed her whole profile in a ridiculous attempt to hide it.”

Your eyes widened and your cheeks turned suddenly red. You got caught.

“It was a mistake.” You tried to explain yourself, knowing too well that there was nothing you could say to go back from that.

He raised his eyebrow, looking straight at you from underneath his eyelashes.

“You scrolled through all my Instagram profile by mistake?”

No you didn’t. You just got curious. That’s the kind of shit you did at three in the morning when you couldn’t sleep. You just find yourself looking for weird stuff on the internet and scrolling through profiles of people you barely knew for no apparent reason. It was just a bonus point the fact that Jungkook’s profile was full of pictures of his body sculped by the gods. Sure, you were annoyed by his attitude, but you were still a woman.

“And you did it so very late at night, if I might add.” He said, taking a step forward towards you. “What were you doing, Y/N? Looking for something interesting?”

You blushed so hard that you were pretty sure he could see the redness in your cheeks even despite the poor lighting in the closet. But you couldn’t help but stare at him in the eyes like a deer caught in headlights, unable to look away from his hypnotic gaze.

“I wasn’t.” You murmured, defensively.

“You don’t have to feel ashamed, you know? I was awake too – thank God, if I might add. I would have missed it otherwise. I would have found myself locked out of that mysterious profile, unable to look at your cute pictures.” He paused, leaning way too close to your face. “Don’t tell anyone, but I had some fun with those.”

Normally, you would have told him that he was sickening, but for some reason you felt a pleasant warmth irradiating in your belly. You couldn’t help but picture him jerking off to your photos, and it wasn’t sickening at all. If anything, it was weirdly enticing.

He rested his palm on the wall, right next to your face, and looked down at your body like he was ready to devour it in one bite.

“I recognized the skirt, you know?”

You didn’t remember wearing it in one of your pictures, but it was plausible: that skirt was one of your favorites. Cute and short, but not too revealing.

“Well, I hope you saved the picture, because that’s all you’re gonna get.”

This was your response, when you actually found the courage to talk. But your voice was so low and shaky that you found it hard yourself to believe your own words. Of course he didn’t fall for it.

“Are you sure?”

You bit your lip, nodding in a last ridiculous attempt to give yourself a standoffish look, which again he didn’t buy at all.

He got even closer, slightly pressing his body against yours until your heavy breaths were melting into one another and you could feel his hardness on your stomach.

You did not respond. You were brain dead. All you could feel was your core painfully clenching around nothing and your blood flowing down to your lower belly, emptying your head of any thought beside those filled with the desire to feel his body.

“Mh.. okay..” he said, gently resting his hand on your thigh and starting to go further up with an excruciating slow pace. “So you don’t like this.”

It wasn’t a question, but it was clear he was looking for a reply you were unable to give. A soft moan escaped your lips at his gentle touch, which you didn’t move away from. A silent green light for him to go even further up, taking his caress under the hem of your skirt until his digits were brushing the damp fabric of your underwear.

“You want me to stop, Y/N?”

His words were a mere whisper against your lips to which you couldn't help but faintly gasp.

“No.” You found yourself saying, right before being cut off by the kiss he gave you, pressing his lips against yours and spreading them open for his tongue to enter your mouth.

You moaned, melting like pudding against his body while his fingers started drawing slow circles on your sensitive clit.

“For someone who finds me disgusting you got yourself soaking wet pretty fast, princess.”

His provocative words only got you wetter and needier, pushing you to the edge of your psychological barricade. Your hands rushed to his belt, unbuckling it with fast and sloppy movements until you could zip down his jeans, letting his hard cock spring free in front of you.

Fuck he’s big.

He seemed to have somehow read your thoughts in your eyes, since he chuckled, guiding your hand to wrap around his width and slightly moving it up and down while letting out a raspy moan.

“Are you gonna be a good girl and take me in your mouth, princess?”

You licked your lips, looking up at him with your eyes filled with lust while you slowly got to your knees. You never broke eye contact, pumping him slowly but steadily before swirling your tongue around the tip of his cock, covered with precum.

“Tastes good?”

“Mhmh.” You nodded with a mischievous smile on your face.

Your mouth soon wrapped around his cock, taking it all in until you started gaggin a bit for the length. A reaction which made him moan loudly and grab your hair, steadying his grip in order to guide your head in the increasing pace.

“Fuck your mouth feels so good.”

“You like it? Is this what you pictured while jerking off to my photos?” You said during a small pause, not even giving him the time to respond with anything but a loud moan, since you immediately got back to deep throating his cock like it was your last meal.

“Fuck I’m close.”

Those words only made you move faster, keeping your eyes locked with his to take in every ounce of pleasure you could get from him. And at that point there wasn’t much he could do to hold back. You suddenly felt his hot semen spilling down your throat.

However, you only had the time to swallow before he leaned down, wrapping his arm around your waist and lifting you up with ridiculous ease.

You wrapped your arms around his neck and your legs around his waist, letting him push you against the wall and move your wet panties to the side to sink deep inside your throbbing core.

You let out a sharp moan, welcoming his size between your tight walls with pleasurable pain. One of his hands got under your shirt and bra, squeezing your breast and tracing circles with his thumb on your hard nipple.

“Look at you. You got so wet just by sucking my cock, baby?”

His words were again a lustful whisper against your parted lips, but you were unable to respond – your voice cut by the deep thrusts he was torturing you with. You were sure, however, that the lewd sounds of your wetness were enough of an answer to him.

“Such a pretty little slut. What are you gonna tell the others when they’ll see my cum dripping down your thighs?”

You moaned loudly, helping his pace with the movements of your own hips to take him even deeper.

“I’m gonna tell them that this lame sex little slut made you come twice in a row.”

He groaned, thrusting harder in you.

“You are so fucking hot.”

The pace got quicker and quicker until you found yourself out of breath, calling his name in between moans while your legs started shivering, signaling your forthcoming orgasm. And when it came, it hit you like a train, making you grab his hair and moan loudly while your walls clenched around his cock. You felt him twitch inside you until he sank deep with sloppy thrusts, releasing his orgasm inside you with a raspy moan.

You two took some moments to relax your racing heartbeats, leaning against each other's forehead with eyes closed and heavy breaths.

When you felt again capable of speaking, you let out a pretty laugh, pressing your palm against his cheek.

“Hope this memory will serve you well for your future lonely nights.”

He laughed, caressing your nose with the tip of his.

“Trust me, this won’t stay in the past.”

“Jerkass.”

“Nerd.”

[carlosfruitsnacks]

"Creep"

summary:

— Ever since Carlos' eyes landed on you, he never felt so out of place. You were everything he wanted because you're everything he's not. Carlos felt undeserving to wish to be with you, that's what he believes at least.

genre:

— songfic, angst to fluff

notes:

— gender-neutral reader. I do not speak fluent Spanish and all of the Spanish here is translated from google, feel free to correct me if I got something wrong though I will refrain from using too much Spanish.

warning/s:

— none

EVERYBODY THANK @carlossamor FOR PLANTING THIS IDEA INTO MY BRAIN. HOPE Y'ALL ENJOY!

His veins often get tangled close whenever he sees you around town, Carlos would momentarily forget how to breathe because of how mesmerized he is with you. Carlos stays nearby, watching you. As much as he denies it, he knows for a fact he's involuntarily stalking you. He starts shaking at the thought you'll catch him and think he's some sort of freak. Pero dios, he couldn't help but want you much more each day he sees you.

Carlos tends to linger by, though not too close. If necessary, he'll shapeshift into some random person just to watch you, but not too close. He had a fear that if he went too close, he'll break you. He sees you hanging out with his brother and cousins, Camilo successfully brings a laugh out of you. He turns violent red, never in his life did he wish to be in his place, he'll make silly performances if it means getting a smile from you.

"You, oh, you are so cool"

He hears you say only to his twin brother. Carlos bites his lips as he continues to watch. Mierda, if only you'll say that to him instead. You'll say that he's the coolest person in the world, you'll swoon and sigh. He cuts off his daydream as he turns away. That was impossible, he knew. He's anything but cool, he's a fucking creep. Yeah, he literally follows you in his free time because he couldn't get enough of your face.

It's always been like this. Carlos never found a place in this town, he never truly felt like he belonged or fit in his family. It was literal hell trying to squeeze himself somewhere, but all in vain. When you came in, he thought he belonged there with you, right beside you and that you belonged with him too. Carlos scoffs at himself at his petty attempt to justify his attraction to you.

Carlos stands alone by the house's courtyard. It felt so cold and dull. He can feel this tidal wave of emotions kicking in, he draws in a shaky inhale. He shuts his eyes, trying to stop his eyes from watering.

"When you here before"

He begins, his tone slightly quivering. Carlos gulps and prevents bile from rising in his throat. He tried to breathe.

"Couldn't look you in the eye"

He sings. He pictured the beautiful color of your eyes and your picturesque features. Carlos can feel himself grow weak only by this.

"You're just like an angel"

Carlos opens his eyes. He was surprised to see your figure in front of him, somewhat glimmering. Was he growing insane?

"Your skin makes me cry"

He continues. The thought of his fingertips tracing your smooth skin made his chest grow tight, shit, was he that touch-starved?

"You float like a feather"

He sees his vision of you in front of him, laughing and dancing around him. Carlos was so fond of the way you moved in every way, he could watch you every day.

"In a beautiful world"

Carlos inhales sharply. As much as he hated being around here in Encanto, with you, it seemed as though it changed. His eyes never viewed the same things as they originally are. His eyes never left the vision of you.

"I wish I was special"

Carlos sang then looks down at his hands, calloused and rough unlike yours. His face contorted into melancholy, he shuddered at the thought of his body.

"You're so fuckin' special"

He spat lovingly towards you, but the vision of you fades away into dust. Carlos can feel this hot sensation in his gut, it was bubbling and causing him to feel too warm. He balled his fists, he can hear loud music playing but he doesn't give a care

"But I'm a creep"

Carlos' voice rang melodiously throughout the courtyard. It echoed loudly within the walls, almost starling him. He begins to rely on this hot feeling in his gut.

"I'm a weirdo"

His voice turns louder. Carlos felt like he truly embodied what he was singing, his melancholy face morphs into frustration.

"What the hell am I doin' here?"

He gestures his hands around, the walls of the casita felt as though is choking him as he begins to struggle to breathe. Carlos forces the air into his lungs, repressing the urge to break down to his knees.

"I don't belong here"

Carlos' voice suddenly becomes timid. He makes his way outside, his vision was growing hazy the longer he stayed alone in there. He began walking towards the path that leads into the forest. He gritted his teeth, the music turns hushed.

"I don't care if it hurts"

He sings. He continues his way on this path towards the place where he felt the most comfortable. A makeshift place to make him feel like he belonged somewhere.

"I wanna have control"

He pauses then looks again at his palms, the skin on his fingers thick and peeling off. He closes his hands into a fist as he quivered. He can feel his eyes getting wet again.

"I want a perfect body"

Carlos admits as he wrapped his hands all over himself, he imagined it was yours and you were giving him an embrace. He felt so stuck and helpless in his own body.

"I want a perfect soul"

His voice grows softer, he begins to sniff. Carlos continues to shut off his sadness, preventing himself to cry. He faces ahead on the road.

"I want you to notice"

He doesn't get shocked to see a vision of you again, but you're looking at him, waiting for him to follow you. Carlos can feel the corner of his lips curve up.

"So fuckin' special"

Carlos starts to move, his eyes only locked on your figure as you turn around and lead him further into the forest. His heart beats with acceleration when he walks quickly.

"I wish I was special"

Loud music blasts as Carlos breaks into a sprint, chasing you down and into the forest. Eventually, he reaches the familiar clearing that he called his own.

"But I'm a creep"

He stands in the center and sings louder into the sky. He felt the air rush into his lungs as he can finally breathe and fully embrace the tidal wave of emotions within him.

"I'm a weirdo"

The music grows louder with his singing. Carlos can still see your figure lingering around, radiant as ever. He watched you like a hawk, like a creep he thought he was. He begins to accept the version of himself he always tried to suppress, he grinned and reaches for the guitar he always had laying around in the clearing.

"What the hell am I doin' here?"

Carlos plays the guitar along with the music, he sings his heart out to this vision of you his mind probably projected. He couldn't care less if he was indeed hallucinating of you.

"I don't belong here"

His voice turns rough as he strummed his guitar faster and harder. The music shifts into the bridge, Carlos makes his way toward you. Then he flinched as he saw the expression on your face shift into horror.

"She's running out the door"

He sings and watched this vision of you back away from him in horror, seeing the fear in your features terrified the fuck out of him. Carlos couldn't help but imagine that this would be the look on your face if you knew who he was.

"She's running out"

Carlos sees you turn away then begin dashing away from him. Damn, why does have to hurt himself this way? He continues to strum the strings on his guitar along with the music, not daring to stop you from running away. His stomach was in knots, his skin felt hot, and his chest felt beyond weightsome.

"She, run, run, run-"

He doesn't notice his voice wavering as he sang, the strumming on his guitar starts to falter. The vision of you becomes transparent as it bursts into dust, confirming that it was only his vision. Carlos' throat begins to burn.

"Run!"

Carlos' voice roared through the forest, he shut his eyes, unaware of the few stray tears dripping down from his eyes. He keeps his eyes closed as he aggressively plays the guitar in a passionate rhythm, images of you keep flashing in his mind.

"Run..."

Carlos' voice sang longer as it eventually slows down along the music. He inhales sharply through his nostrils, thinking he has expressed his emotions too much. He opens his eyes, he's still alone in the clearing. He pauses the strumming of his guitar, then begins by playing a much serene melody.

"Whatever makes you happy"

His voice becomes gentle, he realizes that the music died down and he's alone with only the sound of his guitar. Carlos' gaze was set ahead, he was thinking about that perfect smile on your face caused by Camilo.

"Whatever you want"

The tightness in his throat increases but he doesn't let his voice falter. Carlos never felt so pathetically in love in his entire life, who is he even? It was so unlikely of him to strum his guitar and sing wholeheartedly this way.

"You're so fuckin' special"

It all comes back to you again. It didn't matter what he was feeling, what mattered the most was you. It's always you that Carlos learns how to be selfless, it was you who made him shudder in his own skin. He was so self-aware and afraid of what he was because of you.

"I wish I was special"

Carlos wished that he was special enough to be with you. You're just so remarkable that he couldn't take his eyes away. It was so easy to imagine what he wanted to be but it's so hard to become it. He sighed.

"But I'm a creep"

If he's never going to be what he wants, so be it. Fine, he's nothing more than a creep who held feelings for someone he can never ever have. Carlos poured the rest of his sorrow on the strumming on his guitar.

"I'm a weirdo"

He sings with his eyebrows furrowed, allowing himself to accept the reality he finally realizes. Carlos lets the ache take over him.

"What the hell am I doin' here?"

His eyes begin to sting for holding back his tears for too long. Carlos sets his gaze down, focusing on the hurt inside overtaking him. It felt so unfair to be alone like this, his twin brother always had everything, especially a place where he belonged

"I don't belong here"

Carlos' voice turns timid, almost ashamed. His gaze set downward to his fingers softly strumming the guitar, suddenly, he feels hollow.

"I don't belong here"

He finishes with one last strum on his guitar. Carlos was prepared to pretend this never happened, to act like he wasn't hurt. However, as he turns around, he doesn't expect you to be there, watching him with wide doe eyes.

"¡Santa mierda!"

Carlos cursed and drops his guitar. You gasp as your face contorted into concern, you approach him slowly. Dios, you didn't know how to explain that you saw and listened to him the entire time he was in the clearing. He had the voice of an angel! There was no way that it was possible to tear your eyes away from him. When he strummed his guitar it was as though he caught you by your heartstrings. You blushed when he gave you an odd look.

"Ay, lo siento, Carlos. I didn't mean to...follow you here and watch you"

You set your gaze away, missing how his jaw instantly drops. Did he hear that correctly or was this another illusion his mind created to trick him? Carlos remains silent, he swallows and tried with all of his might to say something.

"I couldn't resist not listening to your voice, you sound wonderful, Carlos"

You mustered enough courage to admit to him and look back, you see this unfathomable expression on his face and it scared you that you might've said something wrong.

"You...you watched me..."

The tone of his voice was low and it made you wish you could crawl into a hole and never come back out again. You felt embarrassed to be caught watching another person and invading their private time. Your face turned hotter as you hid your face in your hands. Meanwhile, Carlos was losing his shit internally. You looked so adorable! He really hoped he wasn't dreaming and this was you for real.

"I...that song was about you [Name]"

He confessed. He might as well do it now or never. You peek through the gaps of your fingers, then shyly removed your hands from your face.

"Re-really? Why?"

"Because I like you, [Name]. For a long time now"

Carlos takes a step forward, approaching you as cautiously as he can. It didn't matter to him that you watched him pour his shitty feelings into a solo number, what mattered is that you were here. Carlos thought he was swimming in the clouds when you thought his voice sounded wonderful.

"Dios mio, do you mean that?"

You asked, wanting to confirm if it was true. Carlos nods his head, you let him get close. You didn't mind, you were never afraid of him despite what the townsfolk would say. You can admit there's this little attraction you have with him but now you're alone with him, you literally fell head over heels in love.

"I...shit, I'm sorry. This is too sudden"

He recoils. Carlos returns to his senses, you reach your hands out to him, halting him to run away from you.

"No, no! It's okay, Carlos. For the record, I don't think you're a creep..."

You say while tucking your hair behind your ear, you momentarily looked at the ground then back at Carlos who looked like he was about to combust any minute now. You bite your lip.

"I mean, I just watched you sing your soul out there without you knowing. I guess I'm a bit of a creep too you know"

Carlos tried to digest and process what you were saying but he grows short-circuited and does the unthinkable. He grabs you then pulls you close and collided his lips with yours. Your heart skipped several beats as you feel your eyes flutter close and tangle your fingers into his hair, kissing him back.

loosely based on this scene from the book of life, another fantastic movie

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Promises

Summary: You have been in a relationship with Bucky and Steve for a while and it’s been great. Until they start to get reckless on missions, expecting you to just heal them with your healing ability when they get back. What they weren’t expecting is for you to lose your shit about it.

Word Count: 2.9k

Warnings: Swearing, injuries, mentions of hospital type stuff.

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Dating two super soldiers was a little problematic at first. It took the Avengers less time to get used to the idea than it did for the public though. There were countless news articles about you being manipulative, wrapping them around your fingers for your own gain. But just as quickly as that gossip started, it faded away also when pictures were released how happy the three of you were together. It was odd, sure, but you, Steve, and Bucky loved each other more than anything in the world. The three of you even were gifted an apartment in the facility so everybody else didn’t have to hear the noises that came from one of your three bedrooms.

Steve was what you would classify as the gentle but hard headed one. He always made sure to touch you so gently and keep his voice from being raised or going into captain mode around you. He loved to press his nose to yours, staring into your eyes with a smile as he ran his fingers through your hair and whispered sweet things to you but once he made up his mind about something there was no deterring him. Bucky was a little different. He was more possessive of you, touching you and pulling you into his body whenever he could like your touch was the only thing keeping him alive. He was the same way with Steve though, seeming to need the touch from his two lovers to survive. You figured it was because of all his time with Hydra that he was touch starved and possessive of having something, two someones, he could call his again.

The Avengers kept your around for another reason, however. You had the ability to heal wounds of those you touched which came in useful when someone on the team came back injured and needed some sort of quick fix and was even more useful when someone happened to be come back with life threatening wounds. At first you were happy to help, healing wounds of whoever came in but then it started to eat away at you. Steve and Bucky were becoming more and more reckless with every mission they went on like they didn’t care if they came back mortally wounded knowing you’d be there to heal them back up. It had begun to eat at you, watching them leave for a mission and not knowing if they would make it back in time for you to save them.

This time was no different. You tried to tell them to be safe before they left and they both smiled and gave you kisses saying they would. They almost caught you murmuring ‘liars’ under your voice but seemed to let it go. Steve and Bucky had gone on a mission with Natasha and Clint earlier in the week and about twenty minutes ago Natasha called to let you know to be ready in the medical bay. You had your arms folded, chewing on your bottom lip. As awful as it sounded, you hoped it was Clint that needed help and not your boys again. But of course, it wasn’t Clint. Steve and Bucky were rolled into the medical bay by Natasha and Clint on gurneys and you immediately jumped into action, “What happened?” You ask as you looked over Bucky. He had some deep cuts to his face and back of his head, he was fully unconscious and unresponsive when you pinched his arm meaning he was probably in a coma.

“Well that one decided it’d be a good idea to run into a collapsing building after the enemy.” Natasha said as she nodded over to Bucky, “Had to dig him out.”

“And Steve?” You ask as you move to look at Steve. He was unconscious as well and his suite had a large splotch of blood in the center of his chest. You quickly put the heart monitor on his finger to see his heart rate slowing.

“That one is the reason the building collapsed in the first place. He decided to take on the whole squad of goons, setting off an explosive and getting hit with the shrapnel.”

You were about to open your mouth to call them both idiots when Steve’s heart monitor started flatlining, “Dammit!” You yell, ripping his suite open and placing your hands on the wounds. They slowly healed but his heart wouldn’t start beating again. You went into panic mode, needing to be closer to his heart to heal it. You grab the closet scalpel and quickly opened up his chest, sliding your small hand into his chest cavity until you were lightly massaging his heart and healing it with your ability. You watched the heart monitor for any sign of beats for two minutes until finally it started a steady rhythm. You pulled your now bloody hand out of his chest cavity, tracing along the open wound you made until it healed. You could swear you could feel steam coming out of your ears at how angry you were at your two super soldiers for being the biggest, most reckless idiots in the world. Once Steve was taken care of, you go over to Bucky and start healing the wounds on his body before placing both hands on the sides of his head, healing the concussion and brain bleed that was putting him in a coma.

Once you were finished, you pinched him again and he flinched, his eyes opening to look up at you and a small smile creeping across his lips a the sight of you, “Hey, pretty girl.” He said horsely out to you.

You held up your hand to cut him off, stepping away from him, “Save it, Barnes.” You hiss out, watching him flinch a little as you used his last name. You never did that except when you were fuming with anger, “I’m going to go get cleaned up now. When he wakes up,” You said pointing over to Steve, “You can let him know you two will be staying on the couch.”

“But we don’t fit on the couch.” Bucky pouted, sitting up as he watched you head towards the exit of the medical bay, “Wait, baby!”

You turn and look at him, glaring into those beautiful blue eyes you loved so much, “Don’t! I don’t give a fuck if you two don’t fit on the couch. Figure it out!” You yell at him, tears stinging your eyes before you turn and leave the room.

Bucky sat there with a shocked expression on his face before turning to look at Natasha and Clint who were looking anywhere else like they were trying to disappear from the conversation. Bucky was about to ask the pair what happened when Steve groaned awake muttering something about watching your language. Bucky was up in an instant and at Steve’s side, grabbing onto his hand and kissing his knuckles, “You alright, Stevie?”

Steve blinks awake and nods with a small groan, “Yeah, all good, Buck.” He said, reaching his other hand to rub the side of his head before looking around the medical bay for you, “Where’s Y/N?” He asks.

Bucky sighs and drops his head, “I think she’s mad at us. She said we have to sleep on the couch.” He muttered out.

“What?!” Steve said, sitting up instantly, “Why? What did we do?”

“Oh I don’t know.” Natasha said interjecting, “Maybe it’s the fact that you,” She points to Steve, “Decided to be the trigger for an explosion causing you to literally die for a few minutes in front of her. Or you,” She points to Bucky, “Deciding to follow into the collapsing building causing you to go into a coma. I mean, do you guys really not care anymore about safety because your girlfriend happens to be a healer? She can’t heal you if your dead.” Natasha turns on her heels to start walking out of the medical bay with Clint beside her, “You’re lucky she loves you two idiots and is giving you the couch. I would leave you two out in the rain.”

After showering and changing their clothes to look presentable to their pissed off girlfriend, Bucky and Steve walked over to the closed bedroom door. They could hear her inside watching something on the TV loudly to try and cover her cries but it wasn’t enough to drown them out from the super soldiers’ hearing. Steve was the first to try, knocking gently on the door, “Sweetheart, can we talk?”

“No. Couch.” You reply softly, knowing they could hear you. You pulled the blankets around you more, the only light flickering from the TV as it played some dumb love reality show that wasn’t exactly helping your situation.

Bucky nudges Steve out of the way and tries the doorknob but the door was locked and he let out a sigh, “Baby, I know we made you mad but we want to talk about it. We don’t fit on the couch.”

“Fine.” You groan, throwing the blanket off of you and walking over to the door, unlocking the knob and opening it to see them both towering over you at the entrance of the door. Your eyes flickered between them before you pushed past them headed to the kitchen to grab yourself a water bottle. The two muscular men followed you like lost puppies, hot on your heels as they waited for you to say something. You took a long drink from the water bottle you procured from the fridge, leaning against the counter and looking at the two.

Steve looked over at Bucky, slowly reaching out and lacing his fingers through his to have some sort of comfort from your glares. He slowly looked back over to you, “Honey, I know you’re mad that we were reckless this mission but we will be more careful and-“

You held up a hand to cut him off, licking your lips before you spoke, “Stop.” You told him, “I’ve heard this before plenty of times. ‘Oh we won’t be reckless.’ ‘Oh don’t worry we are super soldiers’ ‘You’re here to heal us every time.’ Well I am sick of it. You have no idea what it’s like to watch the loves of your lives literally be brought back from death by your own hand!” You yell, your voice getting louder and tears stinging your eyes again, “You were dead Steve! I held your unbeating heart in my hand!” You turn your gaze to Bucky, “And you! You decide to go along with Captain Reckless over here, not even telling him that maybe it’s a bad idea. That maybe setting off an explosion that would burry you both is a bad idea.” You shook your head, taking a deep breath in attempts to calm your voice.

Bucky gripped onto Steve’s hand tighter at your words that felt like venom in his veins, “We were doing our jobs, Y/N. We couldn’t let them get away we had to at least try to-“

“Stop. Talking.” You hiss out to the dark haired super soldier who immediately shut his mouth and had this look on his face like a scolded child, “You two promised me forever. You two told me you love me. You two told me you’d be here with me forever.” You pause, tears running down your cheeks and you stepped away when they took a step forward to comfort you as they always did, “You shouldn’t have promised me any of that. You shouldn’t have promised me forever if you two are so hell bent on dying.”

Steve and Bucky stood there in shock at your words. Neither of them have thought about the toll this had taken on you. They stared at you for a moment before watching you escape back to the bedroom. It wasn’t until the door slammed and locked that the two soldiers jumped out of their trance. Bucky folded first, his hands coming up to cover his face as his shoulders shook from the crying. Steve wrapped his arms around Bucky slowly, comforting him with soft sweet words. They didn’t fight you about sleeping on the couch that night, even though it was pretty much a shoving war of who could get the comfiest on the couch that was way too small for both of their six foot tall muscular bodies. It ended up with both of them just sleeping on the floor, curled up next to each other. But it felt wrong for both of them. Something was missing from their sleeping pile and they knew exactly what it was. You.

The next morning you laid in the large bed alone in the middle, staring at the ceiling as you listened for any sounds coming from your super soldiers outside the bedroom. When it was silent for about twenty minutes, you slowly walked out of the bedroom expecting to see them hovering outside the door waiting for you but they weren’t there. You let out a small sigh of relief and started your day. You showered, had some breakfast, brushed your teeth, and got dressed before heading to the medical bay to go over your records. Luckily, Steve and Bucky seemed to be keeping their distance from you because you hadn’t seen them all day while you were working. You halfway wondered if they just went on another mission without saying goodbye this time but you knew better and so did they. You three never parted without saying goodbye and I love you to each other. It wasn’t until you wondered back up to your apartment in the facility that you stopped in your tracks after opening the door. There the two were, dressed in nice button down shirts and each holding bouquets of your favorite flowers. You bit your bottom lip as the door shut behind you with a soft click, staring at the two before your eyes wondered around the room. The lighting was dimmed and you could see the table set for three with plates of your favorite dinner on them and one of Bucky’s apple pies he had learned to make from his ma when he was younger. It was one of your favorites and they both knew it always made you smile and press your lips together as you let out a soft mmm sound that seemed to drive them both feral. Your eyes flickered back to the two as Bucky started to speak.

“Baby, we are very sorry for not thinking about how this affects you and taking your ability for granted.” Bucky said softly to you, walking forward and passing you the bouquet of flowers to you before sneaking his arm around your waist and leaving a soft kiss to your left temple.

Steve walked forward as well, giving you his bouquet to you before reaching a hand up to touch your cheek with his warm palm, “We love you so much, sweetheart. We never wanted to hurt you like this and we are so very, deeply, sorry.” He kisses your forehead gently before pulling away to look into your eyes with his honest ones, “We’re taking some time away from missions, as long as we need to prove that we do want you forever. When we made those promises to you, we meant it with every fiber of our being. You complete us, sweetheart. We don’t know what we would do without you.”

You chewed on your bottom lip incessantly at their words, knowing it would be raw and puffy by the time you released it from your teeth. Once you did you sighed, you couldn’t stay mad at them. Not when they looked so good and made amends to you to keep the promises they made to you at the beginning of the relationship. You nod slowly, “Fine. I forgive you two idiots as long as you both promise to not be reckless. Come back to me in one piece, alive and not mortally wounded. Deal?” You watched them both nod instantly with streams of yes leaving their lips before moving past them to set the flowers down in the vases they had already prepared with water. When you turned to face them, there they were standing in front of you.

Bucky reached out and wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you into his chest in a tight hug as if he hadn’t hugged you in years, “I love you, baby.” He whispers to you.

Steve moved behind you, wrapping his arms around Bucky in front of you to sandwich you between them in the tightest hug you’ve felt in a while, “I love both of you.” He says with a smile, kissing the top of your head before kissing the top of Bucky’s as well.

“I love you idiots, too.” You squeak out between their tight hug, “But I think I’m losing air and I want some pie.”

Bucky sighs, not wanting the hug to end, “Fine. But I’m spoon feeding it to you.” He said down to you with a smile as Steve releases the both of you and Bucky steps back away.

Steve grins, “And I’ll spoon feed you.” He said to Bucky.

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Bound Blood (Cassandra Dimitrescu/Reader, Soulmate AU) Pt. 1

Fandom: Resident Evil: Village Rating: T for blood, language, brief nudity. Later chapters will be M Warnings: Nah fam Summary: Local vampire finds out she can't kill soft human (because they're soulmates, baby), human becomes insufferable bastard, oops they fuck later. Soulmate AU where if one person gets injured, their soulmate feels the same amount of pain and receives a scar in the relevant area.

1: Sharing Is (Not) Caring

It’s not that you had expected to survive this- being locked in the dungeon of Castle Dimitrescu, waiting for the day you’re picked to be someone’s meal. Oh no, you had given up on surviving long ago, it was just that… well, you had hoped that someone with a softer touch would do you in. But here you were, too exhausted to cry, hanging naked in front of none other than Cassandra Dimitrescu. Her eyes were trailing you up and down, examining every inch of your skin, every flaw, every unique trait. It was like she was making a mental map of which parts of you would taste best. Goddamn, you wanted to spit in her face, or scream, or say something, anything that might make her feel even an ounce of what you had felt for weeks.

But you know that she’s already planning to kill you, and to make it painful. Why give her any more reason? Why dare her to find a worse way to end your life? There was no good answer, so you stayed still, just watched her move. Maybe if you looked bored enough she’d make it quick, just stab a knife in you and drink you up like a capri sun. Or, maybe, if you kept a straight face, she would admire your courage. Oh, how you longed for people to think of you kindly now, in your last moments, when dying clean and pretty was no longer an option.

Pulling a blade from some hidden sheathe, Cassandra approaches you with a wicked grin. There’s still blood on her lips from her last victim. Had they not sated her? Or had she been like this for some time? When she inevitably drank from you, how long would your blood remain on her lips? You weren’t sure that you wanted to know. In your mind, you picture her cleaning up as soon as she was done with you. It does not make you feel any better. Neither does the way she traces a finger across your chest, left to right, practicing for the incision to follow. She pauses to lick her lips, making direct eye contact as she does.

What happens next passes by so quickly that you don’t process any of it until the whole ordeal is over. The blade’s tip digs into your chest, just below your collarbone, before dragging along half the width of your torso. It hurts like hell, but you manage to keep your misery to yourself. But your pain is soon replaced with confusion; Cassandra screams, loud enough to echo throughout the basement, doubling over herself. In an instant her knife has clattered to the floor, forgotten. Instinct takes over your brain, the default programing kicking in, and you say something that fills you with instant regret.

“Are you okay?” Your voice is a bit quiet, and raw, worn out from lack of hydration. But it is enough, evidently, for Cassandra to hear. She’s rising back up and glaring at you, one hand clutching her chest. Something in her expression tells you that she thinks you’re mocking her. While that wasn’t technically the case, there was a part of you that found joy in this, watching your captor get a taste of their own medicine. The question left in your mind was why she was in pain. “I’ll take that as a no,” you said, again left with regret at your choices.

Now her hand is swiping at your face, nails cutting you open. Once more she hisses in pain, now clutching her head, shaking a little as she does. When she meets your gaze, you see that she’s more confused than anything. More than that, you see the marks on her face, knowing instantly that they match your own. Oh hell no, you thought, grimacing.

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me,” Cassandra growled through clenched teeth. Bouncing back and forth on her heels, she seems tense, unsure of how to process what’s happening. You feel the same way, desperately wanting to pretend that this doesn’t mean you’re her soulmate. Maybe the universe had just messed up, crossing some wires, or decided to pull a prank on the two of you. Either way it was better than the alternative. Eager to think about something else, you start considering your options. The first that comes to mind is ridiculous. Stupid, really. But would it amuse you? Absolutely.

“Not gonna lie, I feel better about the idea of you killing me now. Feel free to make it painful, darlin’, I won’t mind,” you snarked, lips curling up into a smirk. Oh boy was it satisfying to watch Cassandra’s response. One of her hands raises to smack you, only for her to freeze before releasing a torrent of swears. Hurting you meant hurting herself. “What’s the matter? Can’t handle a little aching? Haven’t you ever imagined what it’s like to be on the other side of things? Under the blade yourself, blood soaking your skin, eyes too dry for even a single tear? Poor thing,” you purred, tone as teasing as it could get. Apparently it’s aggravating enough for Cassandra to fight through the pain, as she slams her fist into your stomach, leaving both of you gasping for breath. “This is fun-” you pause to cough out a few drops of blood- “really, really fun. Hey, if you kill me, how bad do you think you’ll feel?”

Before Cassandra can react, either to speak or hurt you worse, the sound of approaching footsteps draws her attention. From where you hang you can’t see much, too many cells and hanging bodies blocking your vision. But your “soulmate” seemed to know who was coming. Her face scrunches up a little, and she adjusts her robes, trying to cover the mark on her chest. Had you not still been coughing, you would have sarcastically asked her how she intended to hide her face.

“What the hell is going on, Cassandra?” An unfamiliar voice asked. The footsteps grew louder, and faster, until the new figure stood in the same cell as you. Not even bothering to spare you a glance, she approaches Cassandra, reaching to examine her face. “Did a prisoner manage to get you? I’ve told you a thousand times-”

“Don’t fucking touch me, sis,” Cassandra snapped, pushing away her sister’s hand. Both of them are visibly tense, and for a moment they stand still, staring each other down. Then the sister (who you assume to be Bela, from things you’ve overheard recently) shifts her focus to you. Something tells you that she has no intentions of being gentle.

“Did you do this, you rotten little thing?” Bela questioned, glaring at you hard enough to send a shiver down your spine. But that doesn’t stop you from trying to have some more fun.

“Oh, of course I did! I rattled my chains real good, scared the shit out of her, made her fall on her own knife a few times. You know, like that one musical?” You must look insane as you speak, grin wide but face dripping with blood. If it unnerves Bela, she hides it well, though you doubt it does. As soon as you’re done poking fun she’s pulling out her sickle. Still grinning, you make eye contact with Cassandra, who realizes what’s happening a second too late. Then the two of you cry out in unison, as the blade carves into your shoulder. Instantly Bela pulls back, stunned, turning to her sister with genuine concern. “I might have lied. Rest assured though, it was for comedic purposes.”

The next thing you know the two sisters are shuffling away from you, Cassandra begrudgingly being dragged along by Bela. Though the younger of the two had been adamant about not receiving help, she now had little choice in the matter, skin searing from your blood bond. Even you are starting to breathe harder than you’d like.

“Was it something I said?” You barked, barely able to manage a fit of giggles between your coughing. Bela shoots you a glare over her shoulder, but quickly returns her attention to her sister. They talk, quickly, soft enough that you can only make out a few words here and there. It’s hard to make meaning from it, especially considering their vastly different tones. Cassandra is pure anger, gestures fast and wide, while Bela is oddly solemn, even regretful. When you finally catch a couple full sentences, things start to make a little more sense, though you wish they didn’t.

“We can kill them painlessly, in their sleep. That way you won’t have to suffer,” Bela whispered. She’s doing her best to comfort her sister, despite the tension in the room, gently patting her on the back. Briefly, you make eye contact with her. In that moment she looks equal parts executor and unwilling jury. But she looks away quickly, even shifting her angle to prevent it from happening again.

“No, fuck that, fuck this, I’m… I’m not killing them. Nobody is,” Cassandra growled, daring to emphasize her point by pushing Bela away. Now it’s her turn to look at you, brows furrowed, eyes betraying something more than just anger. Somehow it’s a million times worse than when she first came in. You strain yourself trying to look away, cursing the chains keeping you in place, resorting to closing your eyes and pretending none of this was real. “I don’t care what you think, Bela. They’re already my ‘meal’, might as well get what enjoyment out of this that I can.”

Again, footsteps echo through the basement. Tension locks your muscles in place, and your eyes are still clamped shut, to the point that you don’t realize your chains are being undone until you’ve hit the ground. Cursing under your breath, you finally open your eyes again. There’s blood on the floor, only some of it yours, and you’re suddenly aching for a bath. More than that, though, you’re praying for something to cover yourself with. Certainly Cassandra didn’t need to see everything, now that you weren’t a piece of meat for her to enjoy? As if reading your mind, the middle Dimitrescu daughter flings open a nearby cabinet, messily searching for something. Eventually she gives a hum of approval, then tosses a blanket in your direction.

“Put it on, dipshit, then follow me,” she snapped, already walking away. For a moment you’re tempted to stay there, sitting still, waiting to see how long it would take for her to notice. But one look from Bela sends the thought back to whatever crevice of your mind it crawled out of. So you’re moving, hastily, awkwardly wrapped in a somewhat itchy blanket. Other prisoners eye you as you pass, some shouting curses or even spitting at you. At first Cassandra takes no notice, or simply doesn’t care, but eventually the noise seems to irritate her. Turning back, she takes her sickle in hand and slams the handle into the bars of a cell. It’s loud, making you flinch, but gets everyone’s attention. “Next one to make a peep gets the blood eagle!”

“Is that, like, a sex thing?” The words leave your mouth before you can stop yourself. Laughter rings out around you from the few prisoners capable of it. Cassandra is seething again, looking about ready to kill you. Then she’s shifting into swarm mode, spreading out wide, insects barreling through half the occupied cells. A few cries escape the prisoners, as the flies take bites out of them, cutting a perfect balance between pain and (a lack of) lethality. They’d be suffering for days to come, every movement making their wounds ache. “Not a sex thing, got it,” you muttered to yourself, just as Cassandra reforms in front of you. This time she grabs the blanket you’re wrapped in, using it to tug you forward, sending you towards the exit.

“Shut up for five minutes and I might let you put on actual clothes,” she growled, keeping one hand on your back to guide you. The offer is the closest thing to kindness you’ve seen from her, and you have half a mind to do what she says. Would you actually manage to keep quiet for that long? Well, you were certainly looking forward to finding out...

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Kinktober Day 7: Somnophilia (+Double Penetration - 2 holes)

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Pairing: Roger Taylor x Fem!Reader

Words: 2,397

Warnings: Somnophilia, double penetration, anal sex, sex toys (dildo + plug), dom!Roger, protected sex, light degradation (slut), edging

A/N: This was kind of inspired by a couple of different posts I saw on a (now deleted) porn blog. I’ve been wanting to do something with the concepts for a little while now and this seemed like the perfect opportunity!

I guess I was picturing 70s rog since its a flatmate/fwb type relationship but go nuts imagining whatever you want lmao

It hadn’t been Roger’s idea to set up a friends with bennefits type arrangement, but he’d liked the suggestion when you made it and before the end of the night was out you’d sealed the deal, so to speak. He’d been a touch tispy at the time, as had you, but when he woke up in your bed the next morning he hadn’t believed it to be a mistake, even if you were his flatmate. And so the arrangement (or as Roger dubbed it, The Fuckbuddy Pact) stuck. In an effort to make sure neither of you would feel weird about what happened and to avoid anything becoming too much like a relationship, Roger suggested that you should get all your kinks and weird fetishes out into the open straight away. 

“That way we’ll both know what we’re in for from the jump,” he said, looking at you from the opposite end of the couch, “None of that getting to know you shit, or taking our time. We’re both here for sex so let’s just figure out what sex we’ll both like and get straight into it, right?”  “Sounds excellent,” you’d said, cheersing his bottle of beer with your glass.   It was how he’d discovered your interest in somnophilia (a term he’d not heard before and had needed a thorough explanation of). But once he knew what it was, Roger had been keen to try it out with you. There were other things too but the somnophilia was the newest to him and, thus, the most exciting. Before the month was out you’d figured out a system to incorproate it into your sex safely. The main rule was that if either of you was asleep and naked, it was okay to initiate sex. Eventually there ended up being a few exceptions or addendums added to that rule – it was still okay if the sleeping party wore a top of some kind as long as they were pantsless, and once or twice lingerie had been deemed to not count as clothes, but only on special occasions when you’d prearranged it. It became a regular part of your sex lives, which was especially useful for Roger who often didn’t get home from playing gigs until the early hours of the morning. If you were in bed and undressed, he’d take the opportunity to blow off some of the adrenaline without having to use his hand which was underwhelming compared to your cunt. But, more often than not, you’d do what most sexual partners did and got it out of your systems before bed time.  

Roger already suspected that you were hoping for a quick tumble when he heard the knock on his door, but he had other things on his mind too as he told you to come in.  “Hey, Rog, you busy?”  “Uhhh yeah, sorry, running late for rehearsals but I can’t find my fucking drumsticks,” Roger said, moving things around his desk as he searched for the missing sticks.   “Oh, damn.”  “Let me guess,” he said, pausing in the hunt and turning to face you, “horny?”  “My friend recommended a porn thing and I kinda got worked up.” You shrugged, unembarrassed to admit what you wanted.  That self-confidence was enough to make Roger wish he could stay and give you what you wanted but he was already late and couldn’t afford to be later. Instead he laughed and turned back to double check his backpack, “I would but, I’m leaving as soon as I fin- Aha! Bloody things must have rolled off the bed. Sorry, Y/N.”  “Oh, no worries. I’ll take care of myself.”  He smiled at the thought, “Well I better go. See you tonight?”  “Yeah, see ya. Have fun.” 

It was later than he’d expected by the time Roger got home. Part of him (the part in his pants mostly) vaguely wondered if you’d still be up for something but the bits of him controlled by his brain thought it more likely that you’d have had a nice couple of orgasms on your own and called it a night. Still, he thought he might at least check in on you once he’d dropped his bag in his room. To his surprise though, his bed wasn’t empty like it should have been. He jumped when the light from the hall softly illuminated you, on your back and deep asleep, but his shock quickly turned to delight as he realised you were naked.   “You little minx,” he muttered under his breath, impressed by the invitation you were giving him. But as he walked closer he paused again, noticing something he hadn’t been able to see from the doorway. There, beside your hand, was your favourite glass dildo, as if you’d passed out after using it.  “Oh you are naughty,” Roger chuckled. He traced one hand down your body, between your breasts and over your stomach, and softly said your name, checking if you’d rouse. But you were deep asleep and not likely to wake up any time soon. A plan for what to do with you forming, Roger stepped away from you for a moment to strip down to his briefs. His cock was already beginning to stir at the sight of you. He reached out to touch you again, less cautiously this time, palming your breasts before dipping his hand lower and lower, down to your cunt, pleased to find you still wet from whatever you’d been doing before you fell asleep.  You let out a soft hum as he explored you, thumb teasing over your clit as he wet his fingers between your folds.   Roger paused at the sound, not ready for you to wake up yet, but once it was clear you were still asleep he sank two fingers into you. Slowly they penetrated your heat, pausing to make sure the sensation hadn’t roused you at all. But you slept on. Carefully Roger partially withdrew his fingers before sinking them in again, gradually working up to a consistent thrust that had your unconscious body sighing and spreading your legs wider.   “Good girl,” he whispered, watching you carefully. The hall light was still on but his door wasn’t open fully so the darkness was only dimmed slightly. He twisted his fingers inside you, easily finding the spots that usually made you scream his name but which now just made your eyebrows knit together. By this point in your relationships Roger was quite confident that he could understand your body. He’d made you cum enough times, awake and asleep, to know what you liked and just how much you liked it. And he knew what it looked like when you were close to orgasm. Which is how he knew to stop, to still his fingers and wait for you to calm down.  

There was no real reason to edge you. If anything it just made it more likely you’d wake before he’d got his dick wet. But he had fun with it. Watching the way you’d shift, your chest rising and falling more rapidly, your lips parted as whimpers fell from them, your hips automatically rolling to meet his hand. And then he’d stop again. It made him chuckle quietly to himself. Knowing he could control your body so easily was thrilling. It made him want to do it more. So as soon as your face had relaxed again, your limbs loose and limp, he’d settle into the rhythm once more, curious how much you’d take before you woke up and begged him to finish you off. It was tempting to just keep going. He pictured you waking with a moan, your first words a plea for release or better yet for his cock so he could fuck you properly. Roger groaned. In the time he’d taken to edge you a handful of times his dick had well and truly stiffened and, as much as he enjoyed toying with you, what he really wanted was to cum in you so when you woke you’d know you’d been used. With that thought in mind he withdrew his fingers fully, taking a second to suck them clean and enjoy your taste. Having you on his tongue just made him want to fuck you more so he carefully knelt between your legs, shifting one to give himself a better angle. He was moments from finally taking what he so wanted to take from you, when something caught his eye.  

It didn’t glint as much as it did in the day but he could see it’s outline all the same. And when he double checked that he wasn’t imaging it, pressing his thumb against the hard end of it, you groaned.   “A dildo and a butt plug?” He asked you, knowing you wouldn’t respond, “Is that a surprise for me? Or is it just because nothing satisfies you like I do?” Roger’s hand slipped down to his underwear, pushing his briefs down enough that he could get his cock out. He hissed as he spread his precum along his length, contemplating how he should use you. “Could fuck your cunt now and hope you stay asleep long enough for me to get back there. Or maybe I should just go all in, have your arse straight away. That’ll mean wearing a condom though. Or would it?” he shook his head, now was not the time to try anal raw for the first time, “No, condom definitely.” He was still trying to decide what to do when you shifted in your sleep, rolling onto your side. The new position you lay in made it much easier to reach your arsehole.  “That decides it then,” Roger said to himself, shedding his underwear and opening his bedside draw for his lube.  

Carefully, he settled himself behind you and slowly began to remove your plug. It took a few stops and starts, pulling out and sinking in, almost fucking you with it, as you whimpered in your sleep but you seemed to press yourself back towards him as if trying to encourage him.   “Just can’t get enough of me, can you?” he chuckled as he set the plug aside and spread the lube around your hole. He rolled the condom down his shaft and spread the lube along it too, humming at the slick friction of his hand, knowing he was about to feel something a hundred thousand times better. And then he lined himself up, pushing the head of his cock into the ring of muscles you’d so generously stretched out with your plug. He went slowly there too, partially so you’d sleep on and partially so he wouldn’t cum embarrassingly fast.   When he finally began to fuck you, you moaned into your pillow, able to feel it in your sleep.   Roger bit his lip to keep his own moan from getting too loud.  You moved in your sleep again, your legs opening more as you half rolled onto your front. It let Roger fuck you deeper and gave him better access to your pussy too.  “You’re a bit of a whore when you’re alseep,” he said softly, reaching for the dildo. You were still wet enough that it sank into you easily, like it remembered where it had been earlier and fit into your cunt perfectly. The way you lay meant he didn’t have what he’d call easy access to you but it was enough that he could thrust the dildo somewhat rhythmically. He faltered here and there as the feeling of fucking you distracted him but he didn’t feel too bad about the slips, knowing it was keeping you from reaching your release. Your sleepy sighs and moans got louder as he filled both your holes which just made him fuck you harder, enjoying the sounds you were making and wanting to hear more.  

You woke with a broken moan in your throat, jerking under Roger’s hands but he shushed you, his palms warm against your skin and his voice familiar and reassuring.   “Stay right there, baby. Being such a good set of holes for me to enjoy.”  You couldn’t do much more than moan again, dazed from the sudden way you’d been pulled back to consciousness and realising what you’d felt in your dreams had been very real indeed.   “This was what you wanted wasn’t it? When you fell asleep in my bed.”  You nodded, the sound of the fabric of the pillowcase loud against your ear.  “Uh uh, words Love. If you’re going to be a slut the least you can do is admit it.”  “Yes, Rog. Want-wanted this.”  “Good girl. And how do you feel now?”  “Oh god, close. So close.”  Roger slowed the pace of the dildo, putting more effort into thrusting into you, his hips slapping loudly against your skin.   You keened at the loss of friction.  “Slut-s don’t com-complain.” Roger grunted as he used you, “They t-ake what they’re giv-en.”  You whined but that just made Roger laugh, louder now you were awake but broken by groans and moans of his own.   It didn’t take much more for him to cum, stuttering out, “Fu-ck Y-Y/N,” as he did.  

Roger was panting as he eased himself out of your arsehole, replacing his cock with the plug and giving your hip a light tap of thanks. The dildo was still inside you, but he’d not been moving it at all as he reached his climax so it wasn’t much help.   “Did you cum?” he asked, his breathing still heavy as he flopped onto the mattress beside you.  You shook your head and sighed, “And after I waited here all night to surprise you too. Thought you’d be home sooner.”  “Is that why you had the toys? You got bored waiting for me?”  “No, I was expecting you to come home while I was using them. Only then I came and fell asleep.”  "Of course,” Roger laughed, “you still got your shag though, don’t know why you’re complaining.”  “I’m really fucking horny still, that’s bloody why. What are you smirking about?”  “Nothing. Just nice to know edging you in your sleep works just as well as when you’re awake.”  “Prick!” you squealed though unable to contain your smile at the idea.  “Don’t worry. Give me a few minutes to clean up and get my stamina back and then I’ll make you cum as many times as you want.” 

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twisted in bedsheets - m. tkachuk

a/n: this is straight up smut.... like minimal plot mostly filth. but i hope you guys like it, i may give it a part two if anyone wants to see it but i don't know yet. big shoutout to my resident whores @hookingminor & @tkafuckit ily both sm

taglist : @barzysreputation

warnings: it's smush time (smut)

You almost wanted to make fun of him.

A part of you wondered, what did a single, twenty three year old, professional athlete who lived in a different country most of year need a house this big for? That wasn’t your business, and really neither was showing up two days after Matthew moved in with a bottle of wine and silly housewarming gift to make yourself feel better about where his little brother, also known as your best friend, was. You knocked loudly, hoping the car in the driveway meant Matthew was home and you weren’t wasting your time.

Matthew was inside, finally getting some peace and quiet after spending the day listening to his mother and the interior designer he hired argue about throw pillows. He jumped at the knock of his door, not used to the way it echoed through the house he bought on a whim. You were standing on the other side, bouncing on your heels with a bag in your hand and Matthew couldn’t help but smile.

Matthew always had a soft spot for you, Brady was your best friend and just like Matthew found himself watching out for Brady, he did the same for you. It was easy to keep it like that for years, Brady being far more possessive because you were his friend and not Matthew’s and not everything needs to be about you Matt, but it’d gotten harder lately. It was sudden, one summer Matthew came home and you were lounging by the pool and he swore his dick twitched in his pants, and it just wasn’t getting easier. It wasn’t easier when he tried to convince himself that there was an age gap between the both of you, even though it was barely two years and no one would blink an eye. It wasn’t easier when he beat the Senators and you quietly told him he had a good game because if Brady caught wind of it he’d lose his mind. And it sure as hell wasn’t easier when Brady mentioned your boyfriend constantly.

Your boyfriend who was having a party that Matthew knew for a fact Brady was at, but why weren’t you? Matthew couldn’t possibly get his hopes up, knowing if you were single he’d find some way to break your heart and you didn’t deserve that. That was the thing, Matthew ruined people and you were a far better person than he was to begin with. Matthew opens the door regardless, a smile on his face when he meets your eyes.

“Hi,” You beam, trying to play off like you were happy when you were just looking for a distraction that didn’t involve driving around and crying to Taylor Swift, “I, uh, congrats?”

Matthew chuckles, cocking his head to the side and opening his door a little further for you to come in, “Thank you, you really didn’t have to bring a gift.”

“It’s rude not too,” You scold, tapping Matthew in the arm and forgetting for a second you weren’t talking to Brady.

You pretended like you couldn’t feel it, the way his arms felt like a solid fucking rock and it was getting harder and harder to shove down that silly crush you’ve had since high school. You remember it so clearly, the moment Matthew went from Brady’s brother to just Matthew. You were a freshman, a dorky quiet kid who everyone knew not to mess with exclusively because Brady would kick the shit out of them, and you overheard a few girls in Matthew’s gossiping about how cute he was. Then it hit you, just as Matthew was leaning against his car to drive you home - he was cute. Cute turned into hot quickly, and you spent summer after summer wondering if you’d be bold enough to make a move.

You watched as Matthew pulled out the picture you’d framed for him, one his mother had taken of the three of you as kids. You were at the same ice cream shop you went to after every Blue’s game, chocolate ice cream smiles on your faces.

“You dropped your ice cream right after my mom took this,” Matthew hums, smiling at the memory himself.

“And you gave me yours because you felt bad for me,” You finish, hence the reason you chose that photo in the first place.

“You were crying,” Matthew nods, remembering the way his heart broke when he saw tears well up in your eyes. Even then, Matthew was a protector, constantly defending the people he held close to his heart, “Brady wouldn’t even share his… speaking of, isn’t there a huge rager you could be at right now?”

“Something about a party at my ex boyfriend’s doesn’t sound fun to me at all,” You sigh, hoping you wouldn’t have to explain it any further.

You didn’t have a boyfriend anymore.

It was all Matthew could process, his brain malfunctioning because he couldn’t believe it. Matthew gave you a sympathetic smile, “Let’s crack that bottle open then?”

You agreed, following Matthew into his yard to sit out by his fire pit, an early summer breeze making St. Louis unseasonably cold. He came back with two glasses, and you tried simply to ignore that his hands were big enough to hold both glasses in one, “So, Brady’s at a party at your ex-boyfriend’s place and you’re not mad at him at all?”

“I can’t be mad at Brady,” You explain, pouring yourself a glass of wine that was just a bit too big, “He doesn’t know what happened.”

“I thought you had no secrets,” Matthew questions, knowing that Brady knew everything about you and you were the same way. You turned your attention to the glass, swirling it in your hand while you seemed to shut down under Matthew’s gaze, “Y/N… it’s me, you know you can tell me.”

“It’s really embarrassing,” You whisper, “He cheated on me…”

“That’s not your fault,” Matthew scoffs, throwing an arm around your shoulders, “Why didn’t you tell-”

“He told me it was because the girl he was hooking up with was better in bed than me,” You whisper, Matthew closing his mouth immediately. He took a deep breath, his fingers scratching against your scalp while he looked straight ahead, “Please don’t tell Brady.”

“Your secret’s safe with me,” Matthew nods, his bottom lip between his teeth, “You’re perfect, and if he doesn’t see that he can go fuck himself.”

“What if he’s right?” You ask, taking a gulp of your drink. Matthew knew what road you were headed towards, one that was going to leave you insecure about this for the rest of your life if Matthew didn’t choose his next words carefully.

“He’s not,” Matthew shakes his head, hopping off the outdoor sofa you were on and kneeling down in front of you, “And you don’t need some douchebags opinion to make yourself feel good.”

“Would you sleep with me?” You ask, Matthew’s hand that had been rubbing your thighs gently stopped. You craved the validation, and a part of you always wondered if you had a shot with Matthew. If you were both able to drown out the noise from your friends and family, would he want you? Matthew’s hand crept up to your cheek, his thumb tracing your lip. You looked at him like this was the most important question he’d ever have to answer, and like if he said yes your lips would be on his, “And tell me I’m good.”

Matthew shut his eyes, running every possible scenerio knowing all of them include him fucking this up and hurting your feelings, but he couldn’t stop himself from trying. His lips ghosted over yours, stubble rough against your skin, “You’re sure about this?”

“Please,” You pout, not even bothering to give Matthew your best sexy face. You’d faked it enough, a year of trying to be something you weren’t to please some asshole who left for someone else anyways. Matthew’s hands slid on either side of you, his lips against yours and your hands on the back of his neck.

“Inside,” Matthew mutters against your lips, knowing if he didn’t stop himself now his new neighbors would get a show they didn’t ask for. You deserved better than that anyways. You snuck inside, your lips pressing kisses to Matthew’s neck while his arm stayed around your waist until you ended up in his bedroom. The back of your knees hit the edge of the bed, Matthew crawling on top of you, “I cannot believe that asshole let you slip through his fingers like that.”

“Make me forget about him then,” You let out a breath, Matthew smirking against your skin when you lit up that competitive fire he’d always had. You tugged at the bottom of his shirt, Matthew taking the hint and grabbing it from the back of his neck to toss off. Matthew’s hands slid under your shirt, unhooking your bra and swirling his finger around your nipples, pulling a moan from you.

“You even moan pretty,” Matthew could believe it, knowing just how many dreams like this, but really hearing it was something else entirely. Matthew shed your clothes quickly, leaving you just in your panties while he pressed kisses against your skin, murmurs of praise left in their wake.

“Matty,” You whimper, tilting Matthew’s chin up from where it was nestling between your thighs, “No one’s ever made me cum like this before.”

Matthew swore he was going to blow right there. The way your eyes looked into his, a trust that you were giving him that it was becoming clear you’d never given anyone. If it was anyone else, Matthew’s cocky nature would have broken through, a challenge accepted attitude that he couldn’t have with you.

You weren’t nervous but it wasn’t some secret that Matthew got around, and admitting something that seemed as trivial as what you’d told him was a big deal to you. Matthew’s blue eyes were soft, a small smile on his face, “We’ll go slow baby.”

And slow it was, Matthew was patient, trying to figure out what was going to get you off. His tongue was lapping at your core slowly, smirking at the way you squirmed whenever he got close to your clit. Your hands were in his hair, curling his overgrown hair around your fingers. Matthew’s tongue flicked your clit, your soft grip on his curls tighter, “Fuck, sorry-”

“Keep tugging on them,” Matthew groans against you, the vibrations sending a chill up your spine. His fingers were digging into your thighs, undoubtedly leaving a mark to worry about later, but you didn’t care. Matthew was eating your pussy like it was his last fucking meal, growing harder from the way you were moaning his name. You were close, your hips lifting off the bed and Matthew’s hands against your stomach to keep you right where you were. The only sounds echoing through that house were the ones from your orgasm, washing over you while Matthew finally pulled away. His finger swiped your core, sucking your cum off his finger, “Fucking delicious…”

You could feel the heat on your cheeks, holding your arm over your face from Matthew’s praise. He let out a light laugh, pulling your arm down and pressing a kiss to your forehead, “Don’t be insecure, when you’re with me you don’t have to be.”

You didn’t have a second to process his words, the way say with me like this was something meant to last more than a night, because Matthew’s lips were back on yours. Your hand snuck between you, palming him through his sweats and swallowing the groan with your lips, “I want to try something.”

Matthew’s brows raised, letting you push him onto his back without a fight. You’d never been the most confident in the bedroom, and you really never tried anything that wasn’t missionary, but something about Matthew’s praise had your head held high. You grind your hips against him, a smug smile on Matthew’s face, “You’ve never been on top before?”

You shook your head no, biting your lip and waiting for why have you had the most boring sex life imaginable laugh that should have followed. It never came, instead Matthew’s hands gripped your hips and lifted you up so he could kick off his sweats and boxers. His hand fell, searching through his bedside table for a condom, tearing it open with his teeth and rolling it onto his cock. He tapped your clit with the head, his thumb that was still gripping you was rubbing softly against your skin, “Whenever you’re ready babe.”

Matthew watched you sink yourself onto him slowly, biting his lip to stop himself from cumming too soon because this was hotter than anything he could have imagined. All of those fantasies included finding out you were secretly dirty as hell, but finding out you weren’t and the trust you seemed to give Matthew because he’d never done you wrong was even sexier. Matthew’s hands guided your hips slowly, his head thrown back from the pleasure, “Am I doing good?”

“You’re doing fucking wonderful baby,” Matthew groans, grabbing a fistful of your ass. You moan, falling forward and kissing Matthew’s jaw lightly. He threw his arm around your back, fucking up into you at faster pace, “I want you cum again, c’mon.”

“Matty, I-” You whimper, a protest that you didn’t think you had another one in you until your pussy clenched around him. Your legs were shaking, Matthew stopping himself before he got too rough with you. You caught your breath for a second, Matthew pushing your hair away from your face so he could kiss you. His kisses were gentle, a stark contrast from the fact that his cock was still buried inside of you. You tried to move, grind your hips against his to get him off like he’d just done to you, but your hips bucked from the sensitivity.

“Slow down babe,” Matthew hums, his large hand rubbing your back gently, “We’ll get there.”

Getting there wasn’t hard at all. Not after Matthew had you on your back so he could keep fucking you. You looked beautiful, moaning his own name below him like you’d never said anyone’s name like that. Matthew’s head was tucked into your neck, the sounds of his skin slapping against yours filling the room until he finally came with a loud groan.

When you finally came down from the after sex high, a realization washed over you. You’d had sex with your best friend’s brother. The same brother you’d spend years of your life with. Matthew walked into his bathroom, grabbing you a warm washcloth and a clean shirt from his closet. He got back into his room, glancing at the way you were looking around his room with his sheets over your chest unsure of whether or not you should leave. Matthew leans down, pressing a kiss to your lips, “I want you to stay.”

“You don’t have to let me-” You start to protest, a weird feeling in your chest you couldn’t quite describe. You were a relationship type, hook ups weren’t your playing field and you knew Matthew lived by them. You never forgot it either, the way he slugged back a beer and looked Brady and yourself dead in the eyes and told you he swore he wasn’t built to last more than a night. Matthew chuckles, cleaning you up and throwing his shirt over your frame. He laid down next to you, pulling you against his chest and kissing your shoulder.

“I want you to stay here,” Matthew assures you, smiling wide when you tucked yourself into his side.

Hey Matty?

Yeah?

Don’t tell Brady about this.

Secret’s safe with me Y/N.

[eloves-writes]

a failed attempt to hate you

(tristan dugray)

a/n: i can only apologise if this writing is terrible, i wrote most of this in the middle of the night hopped up on medication for my disgusting cold. i hope it makes sense. anywho thanks for reading, enjoy, mwah <3

screw mr medina for making you help tristan study. you knew he knew from rory your inherent disdain for him, and it wasn’t your fault he was falling behind therefore not your responsibility to help him (as you had told mr medina last tuesday, with no effect). it was now sunday morning and you held little hope he would actually show up this time; he had somehow managed to cancel on your little study date 6 times already and it had only been 5 days since you were handed this apparently mammoth task. honestly, you didn’t expect him to show up at all, especially not anytime before noon- for which reasons you had made the decision put on your usual lazy sunday morning reading in bed get-up, which included (but was not limited to) an oversized rock concert shirt rory’s friend lane had given you in an attempt to clear her closet of non-christian attire, nothing but underwear underneath since you wouldn’t plan on leaving the comfort of your bedsheets for many hours, and a loose silk scrunchie you accidentally stole from rory keeping your hair out of your eyes. 

your book of choice today was ‘harry potter and the goblet of fire’ , the most recently released chapter of the boy wizard’s adventures at hogwarts. the clock beside you read 9:15 as you comfied yourself for a morning of magic and adventure, which naturally was ended a mere 8 minutes later at 9:23 when the doorbell rang downstairs. you assumed your mother would answer it, but when it rang a second time you remembered your parents had both gone out to watch your sibling’s soccer match and you’d have to get it yourself.

it didn’t even cross your mind to put pants on, or that it may not be the postman at the door, until you opened it to see your very favourite chilton student whose eyes had hastily wandered to your bare legs. typical high school boy, you thought to yourself before your brain actually grasped the situation and kick started into action.

‘tristan. hi.’ you said with a slight shock in your voice.

‘erm, hi. i hope i’m not interrupting anything,’ he smirked, glancing down at your thighs again.

you rolled your eyes so aggressively you hoped mr medina could hear it from wherever he was spending his day, irritating boy-less and free to do whatever he wanted with his time.

‘you’re not,’ you quipped. ‘i just didn’t expect you to actually show up this time. and early may i add, i’m sure we said 11.’

‘we did, but i’ve got plans later so i thought i’d come by earlier and get this over with.’

‘how did you know i didn’t have plans? i might have been busy before 11.’

he pulled a face of amusement and you could swear you saw a hint of sarcasm shining through his eyes too. ‘right. are you done talking now or can i come in?’

‘you can come in, i guess,’ you sighed, closing the door behind him and showing him to the kitchen table. ‘wait here, i’ll go and get my books.’

‘grab some pants whilst you’re at it.’

‘stop talking,’ you called as you walked upstairs.

you came back downstairs a few minutes later fully-clothed and carrying your english notes to see that tristan had wandered from the chair you specifically remembered telling him to sit in, and was instead tracing a finger along the bookcase that stretched across the far wall of your living room. for a moment you just watched him nosey into your life; the framed certificates, the family photos, the 5 tapes of ‘beauty and the beast’ stacked atop of each other because it was your favourite film when you were 9 and practically every living relative had bought you a copy. beside those was a picture of you dressed as princess belle at disneyworld with chocolate ice cream smeared from cheek to cheek, a huge smile plastered between. tristan picked it up and turned to face you.

‘thoroughly adorable. seriously, you should go for this look more often.’

‘ha ha,’ you grimaced, snatching it off him and placing it back on the shelf. ‘are we studying or reminiscing on my past fashion choices?’ 

‘oo, someone’s in a good mood this morning huh,’ he teased. you pulled another face, once again silently cursing mr medina for completely ruining not just your day, but in fact your whole week. by god this boy got more irritating the more time you spent with him- it had only been 10 minutes, but it was 10 minutes longer than you ever previously had or ever wanted to.

 ‘can i get a drink before we start?’ he asked, redirecting the conversation and walking past you back into the kitchen. he began opening various cupboards, searching for a glass. ‘where’s the-’

‘why yes, tristan. you can have a drink,’ you snarked, opening the cupboard behind him with a dramatic flourish. he raised his eyebrows at you and reached forward to grab a glass, leaning over you as he did so. you caught a whiff of his cologne and almost forgot to dislike him for a moment.

‘there’s, um, soda in the ... fridge,’ you told him, voice unwillingly faltering as he looked down to meet your eyes. he had pretty eyes. pretty, blue, sparkling, stupid, annoying, asshole eyes. 

you found the thick tension sickening. you refused to be another girl at school who simply swooned over him when he walked past your locker. you didn't like him. you were here to teach him english. because he was dumb. and actually, his eyes weren’t that nice.

he grabbed a soda out of the fridge and you both sat down at the table and began reading through your analysis of ‘to kill a mockingbird’, adamantly pretending not to see him staring at you the whole time. 

why? he had had every popular and pretty girl in the whole of chilton, how was he ever so starved of female attention that he would look at you so admirably when you liked to make it clear you despised him? in fact, you enjoyed making a special effort to flip him off, or pull a face at him when he walked by, or kick his chair extra hard in spanish, or... oh shit. you had seen it from an outside point of view now, and it was glaringly obvious; maybe you did like him, just a little bit. shit. rory owed lorelai 10$ and a cheeseburger from luke’s, though you didn’t want to have to admit she was right when she’d said you were like a kindergarten boy pulling a girl’s ponytails because he thought she was pretty.

‘hey tristan,’ you started, breaking the comfortable silence between his questions and suddenly nervous to talk to him. stupid, it was still the exact same boy you’d been complaining about all week, nothing new. 

he looked up from your notes. ‘what’s up princess?’ 

that was definitely new.

‘don’t call me princess’ -he smirked irritatingly- ‘do you need to stay much longer? i mean, is there anything else you want help with?’

‘trying to get rid of me?’

‘no! no. i just thought that you’d only stay and pretend to listen to me for like, half an hour then vanish. it’s 11:30 and you’ve been through my whole binder.’

‘it is? time flies.’

‘tristan.’

‘i do care about my grades, you know. and you’re a good teacher, i might have a chance at an A.’

‘why didn't you show up the last 6 times we planned then?’

he put down his pen- your pen, actually. it had pink sparkles on the lid. ‘got to keep up my street cred.’

‘ha ha. funny,’ you replied as blankly as possible, pulling back a smile you could feel in your stomach. you made eye contact again and, like every other time since you’d sat down and started studying, you held each other’s gaze for longer than necessary. funny how realising you like someone makes you suddenly act like it.

‘i should get going then right,’ he said, picking his jacket from the back of his chair.

you felt weird, almost as if you didn't want him to leave after praying earlier he wouldn't show up. alas, your parents would be home soon and you would be willing to bet money that tristan would have some interesting jokes about your being home alone that would not slide with your dad.

‘yeah. i hope you get that A,’ you said, accidentally smiling as you walked him to the door.

tristan turned to lean on the frame of the now-open door and put on a face of mock surprise. ‘my, my, y/n. was that a kind comment and a smile? you’re spoiling me.’

‘shut up, i hope you fail.’

he smiled back. ‘you really mean that?’

‘i guess not.’

there was yet another beat of heavy silence.

‘see you monday.’

‘see you monday.’

you closed the front door as he walked down the drive, but noticed tristan’s car keys still sat on the kitchen table. a porsche, of course. you picked them up and reopened the door to his fist poised to knock. the two of you laughed awkwardly for a second.

‘i forgot my-’

‘you forgot your-’

another awkward laugh. jesus christ this was uncomfortable. you passed him the keys, and with absolutely no warning at all, your lips were suddenly met with his. they were soft and confident, and his free hand held your face as you tried to process the new situation. you quickly melted into the kiss, letting him take control until he pulled away and smiled that sparkly smile you didn't hate as much as you tried to.

‘didn't see that one coming,’ you said breathily, brushing some loose hairs off of your face.

‘i knew you didn’t hate me.’

‘ever the arrogant twat.’

‘hey, does this mean you’ll stop kicking my chair in spanish?’

‘absolutely not. in fact, i think i’ll kick it harder.’

‘as long as you let me do that again.’

tags: @leossmoonn for inspiring me to start writing again, @account123445 & @lmaoidekanymore6 for asking me to post tristan fics! (couldn’t figure out how to make the tags work but if you read this, you know ✨)

[elendiliel]

I couldn’t really draw these two separately... Fives and Echo, the heart and brains (not entirely in that order) of Lightning Squadron.

Description

The Domino twins should need no introduction. The last survivors of the Rishi garrison, promoted to ARC troopers after the attack on Kamino, they were obvious choices for the strike team later named Lightning Squadron, with the understanding that they could be recalled to the main body of the 501st when necessary. Either way, their intelligence, devotion to one another and their brothers and sister and talent for shenanigans create even more havoc for their opponents than for their superiors.

Author’s Notes

As I’ve said before, I have very little imagination in the new-character department, so chose to explore apparently minor canon characters instead. Unfortunately for me, I started writing this series when I was still on Season 2 of The Clone Wars, and didn’t know that Fives and Echo would reappear, let alone how big their role was going to become. Their characterisations may therefore be a little different in my unskilled hands from those in canon and generally accepted fanon. My version of Fives is a little less chaotic, for a start.

I also made the disastrous decision to write about Order 66 very early in the series, unaware that in canon Fives had marched far away by then and Echo had joined the Bad Batch. It was a relief to find (initially from Wookieepedia) that Echo did survive the Citadel, but after watching “Orders” I immediately started planning what became a four-chapter fix-it, partly to repair my continuity, but I think mostly because I couldn’t bear to lose Fives in such a way. I still haven’t entirely worked out how to dovetail my series with The Bad Batch; I want Omega at least to meet her other loose-cannon brothers and their heart-sister, but figuring out how to manage that may have to wait until the next season.

Fives in particular has grown on me even more through writing for him; I especially enjoy his brother/sister dynamic with Helli. Echo is harder to read, hence my not managing to write anything from his perspective for over sixty fics, but I love him dearly as well. (I believe that while people pigeonhole them as “the wild one” and “the smart one” in-universe, those two characteristics are shared more evenly than that, and that that shows in the strategies they and Rex devise. Credit is shared between all three, and only those who know them very well can tell whose ideas are whose.)

The idea of Fives being Force-sensitive came initially from an irresistible mental image of Hel, in the middle of a battle, throwing her lightsabre to one of her men. The obvious candidate was my sweet child of chaos, and that combined with a previous throwaway line about Fives being able to sense Hel’s presence to create the concept of his becoming Force-sensitive, adding a new dimension to a relationship I already liked a great deal.

Design Notes

Given that they’re popular canon characters, finding good references for these two as ARC troopers was surprisingly hard. Most are from the show, and therefore whitewashed; I didn’t like the expressions on the only non-whitewashed picture I could find that showed their faces and wasn’t somebody else’s art. Until I can work out either how to draw expressions well or how to combine references, I’ll have to keep drawing them with their helmets on.

As art, even still-life, has never been my strong point, my current method is to find a picture I like, trace over it on another layer, adding and subtracting features as desired, and recolour appropriately. I simplified the colour scheme here quite a bit, hence their armour looking suspiciously clean (Fives’ in particular is a mess in the original, covered in what I hope is just carbon scoring); perhaps they were initially on a diplomatic mission or similar, where they had to look smart, and it’s just gone sideways. I may spread my wings somewhat as I go on.

[clouds-rambles]

hi bestie!! i loved the prompt you wrote where the reader dies in the genshin boys arms,, so do you think you could do that for zhongli and xiao? :]

We about to cry again huh?

Bro Stormbearers Lair is making me sad and for what? All I’m doing is looking for chests. Bruh. Kinnie moment

Pairing(s); (Seperate) Zhongli, and Xiao x reader

Warnings; major character death, angst, hurt/no comfort, injury description, blood

Keep reading under the cut!

Zhongli

He had lost many a person over the millennia, so loss isn’t exactly foreign to the ex archon

But you, even if you were mortal. In Zhongli’s eyes you would grow old with him. You would get to see your children grow into adults, you would get to see grand children, maybe you would even get to see great grand children if you were lucky.

But no

Your body lays limp in Zhongli’s arms. You were both fighting a particularly tedious foe, like you have done some many times before. But this time ended with you dying

And Zhongli didn’t even get to say his goodbyes to you for he was too preoccupied with putting down the enemy. Like has happened so many times before, people close to him, gone without even a goodbye let alone a kiss on the cheek

It had happened with Guizhong too. One day she was there fighting beside him and the next. Gone

Zhongli finds himself doing something that he hasn’t done in a very long time. He cries. He cries for you. Your loss of life, for your loss of experience. For all those years he was going to spend with you. For all those years that he did spend with you that are going to be nothing but a painful memory that he has to dwell on to remember why he’s alive

How would he explain it to his children? Children that are certainly not going to understand why one of their parents are gone. Especially when the said parent is used to being gone for long periods of time? How would he explain this to himself? That the person he loves above all things has been taken away?

Hu Tao is funnily enough the one to find Zhongli dry sobbing in the middle of the plains. She says something about how she was in the area, but really? Hu Tao had this sudden gross gut feeling, as if your spirit was trying to call out to her. The gross gut feeling she had was right

Hu Tao suddenly ever so professional helped the broken Zhongli up. She doesn’t mention it when his trousers are stained by your blood, nor does she mention Zhongli’s wet face. Hu Tao knows better, especially when dealing with the dead.

The service is as small as it could physically be, considering that just in Liyue you and he have made so many friends that want to say goodbye

Both Zhongli and his children are so overwhelmed with emotion that none of them cry at the service. But everyone knows how they’re feeling. 

After the service Zhongli sits his kids down and tries to explain everything to them without crying. He must stay strong for his beautiful children, he wont let himself crutch onto them.

Often when the kids are tucked away happily in bed Zhongli will visit your grave. Often with flowers, it doesn’t matter which ones. You always had a way of finding beauty in even the weeds that litter both the garden and the wilds

On more than one occasion Zhongli has found Xiao and Ganyu silently saying goodbye to you. In all honesty you were the reason why the human adepti started seeing the ex-archon in the first place. It’s only right they offer their blessings to the person who bought them closer to the only father figure they have

As the years pass your loss has gotten easier. Zhongli still visits your grave often and occasionally brings the kids to say hello. 

Though Hu Tao cannot help but note that Zhongli still wears his wedding ring on his finger. And sometimes, she can catch glimpses of what she can only presume to be your wedding ring hanging around his neck.

Zhongli isn’t going to be letting your memory within him die anytime soon

Xiao

Having a mortal lover really wasn’t the best plan for Xiao. But he had always pictured at least you getting old. That way it would be less painful for the adeptus to let you go.

But fate obviously didn’t want that for him

He should have been more careful about having you near. You had helped him open up, so much so displays of PDA were something that he really began to enjoy. Holding your hand as you wonder about Wangshu’s market stalls, or kissing each others cheeks just when you feel like it

That’s what must have enticed the Abyss to target you. While you were defenseless

It was just a night like any other. Xiao had decided to go out for some monster slaying. He had noticed a slowly growing presence and generally a night out slaying monsters cleared out the area for a week or two

And it was going great until he heard the bloodcurdling scream of his name. If Xiao wasn’t a lightning fast adepti the scream of his name alone would have caused him to cry

The scene as he entered your room was much worse

The first thing he notices is the smell of the elemental traces of the abyss, but that smell is quickly overpowered by a metallic smell Xiao has become more than acquainted over in his lifetime. Blood

They you are lead on your bed, somewhere that should have been a safe space for both you and Xiao by extension

“Xiao” you speak again between laboured breaths, he is by your side in an instant, he clasps your hand in his

“Tell me who, I’ll ki-” he says before you interrupt

“shh” you shush with a weak smile “Xiao, I’ll” you pause coughing “I’ll find you in my next life, I promise” you manage to say

“[name], [name] stay with me!” Xiao yells as he begins to shake your body. It’s obvious from your glassy eyes and lack of breath that you’re not going to

Xiao leaves Goldet to clean up the room of blood, and you as he tracks down the culprit of your demise

He eventually does. But Xiao realises that much time has passed since your death. How long had he been pursuing this abyss herald? Days? Weeks?

When Xiao returns to Wangshu Goldet almost hugs him exclaiming that she and her husband had been worried sick. They had almost come to the conclusion that he to had taken his own life

“How long have I been gone?” Xiao inquires

“Four months” Goldet responds “We tried to hold [name]’s funeral back as much as we could, but we buried them three months ago. I’m sorry Xiao”

The adepti shakes his head. A million thoughts race his mind as he ponders what he should do next. Visit the grave and make himself be lost in your memory? Or just bury you in his head like he had done with the yaksha during the war?

He settles on both

Xiao visits your grave and says his goodbyes. He sets up some incense to help your spirit rest if its in turmoil before he turns to leave your grave. Your memory is like a wound. He will bury it in the sand like all the others in due time

A hundred years later is when he visits your grave again. Not because he forgot to before. But because this wound of your memory has infected his brain. In the last decade your memories have resurfaced once more

The memories range from the first time the two of you shared a kiss, shared the bed to when he had reached you in the bedroom

Xiao wonders to the promise your dying breaths offered, were they an empty promise like all other dying breaths? Or was this a true one?

“You know I’ve been tending to this grave for the last decade or so” a voice behind Xiao speaks. “My name isn’t [name] but I think I am them” the voice continues standing just behind the yaksha

“A hundred years is a little long for you to have grown” Xiao tells the figure behind him. You hum

“I think I was blessed by the gods” you confess “For I am truly a century old”

[hookingminor]

“In awe, the first time you realised it” with Mat Barzal please🥺

31. In awe, the first time you realised it

I swear all my favorite things I've written are for barz, this is also so self-indulgent for me bc my love language is playlists

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You and Mat had been dating for just under a year now, still in the honeymoon phase of your relationship even after a few fights, and he swore you were the only person he would never get tired of. The weekends you spent at his apartment, the Saturday morning markets you always dragged him to, the nights he curled on your couch watching TV while you worked away at the kitchen table, there was no such thing as too much time with you.

The feeling nagged at the back of Mat’s mind, subtle and quiet, a distant voice telling him he was in love with you even if his brain hadn’t completely registered it yet. Your relationship was comfortable. You moved around each other with an ease Mat had never known, as if you’d spent years together and now lived in routines that revolved around the other. He hadn’t even processed how used to being around you he’d gotten until your first summer apart had hit.

He thought about you all the time, wondering whether or not you’d like the outfit he chose when he went out with friends, whether you’d enjoy his mom’s cooking, whether you were thinking about him all the way back in New York when he was in Coquitlam.

By the time fall came back around, he was ready to ask you to move in even if neither of you had said those words yet. Mat just missed you all the time. It didn’t matter how much time you spent apart, he was counting the hours until he saw you again.

It was only when the two of you packed your bags and climbed into his car, ready for a weekend road trip upstate that the overwhelming feeling of how much he loved you hit him. You chose to drive, knowing Mat’s proclivities for driving a little too fast would’ve made you insane during the four hour ride to the secluded cabin he rented. In turn, he got to choose the music, though you made him compromise that he’d split the time between both of your spotifys.

Yours and Mat’s music taste didn’t always mesh well, and while he knew your account and followed it, he never delved into the playlists you curated. At the two hour mark, he unlocked your phone and scrolled through your account, clicking through a few playlists as he tried to find one that he wouldn’t completely hate.

He came across one titled happiness, the playlist photo piquing his curiosity. It was a little further down the list, about halfway through your nearly twenty playlists, and he recognized the picture as his own head. There were no discernible features, only his hair as his head rested on your chest and your fingers curled in the strands, but Mat knew it was him.

One by one, he read over each song in the playlist. The theme seemed all over the place, ranging from slow songs to upbeat pop to hip-hop, and his curiosity got the best of him.

“Babe, what’s this playlist?” He asked, stretching your phone so you could check the screen. You only took a brief glance, noticing the title immediately and shifting your focus back to the road.

“Oh, it’s just a bunch of songs that remind me of you,” you answered with an apathetic shrug. You added the first song a week after you met Mat after your first date when you knew that you wouldn’t be letting him go any time soon.

Mat furrowed his brows, not quite sure what Christmas Eve by Kelly Clarkson or Ain’t No Mountain High Enough by Marvin Gaye had to do with him, but he pressed shuffle anyways.

The first song that came on was Flightless Bird, American Mouth, and Mat vaguely remembered hearing this before.

“Why’s this one on it?” He asked.

“Remember when I made you watch Twilight even though you complained the entire time? You said you thought this song sounded nice, so I added it,” you explained.

“And Bloom?” Mat questioned, finding another song title he didn’t know.

“It was a song that played in the cafe during our first date.”

“Shoop?”

“That one night we stayed up until three baking brownies because we were drunk and hungry, we sang it, like, four times dancing in the kitchen,” you said.

It turned out every song on the playlist had some underlying meaning as to why you added it. There was the song you first slow danced to at a teammate’s wedding, the song you chose to karaoke to once at a bar, the song Mat always played first thing upon turning on his car for a couple weeks whenever he drove anywhere, songs he found himself singing under his breath while not realizing you were listening, his favorite Taylor Swift songs even though he would publicly claim he didn’t listen to her, songs he went crazy for every time they played in clubs. Every song had a story.

Mat didn’t ask you for the explanation for each one, not wanting to annoy you with his many questions, but he connected the dots soon enough after you told him Green Light by Lorde was on there because of how many times you and Mat had watched through New Girl, but more specifically, the scene where Nick and Jess finally get together.

A few sparked memories in his own head, the Khalid songs you made him listen to the one time you convinced him to get high with you, the Kendrick songs he swore were the best rap songs ever made, even a few Bieber songs you found more tolerable than others since you weren’t a fan of him but Mat was.

The playlist was nearing fifty songs, all recounting moments in your relationship over the past year, and Mat’s chest tightened in a way he’d never felt before.

He was in love with you.

You didn’t even bat an eye explaining the meaning of each song, every story fresh in your mind and you told him each one without hesitation. Had it not been for your eyes on the road, you probably would’ve noticed the tears welling in his eyes, though he quickly brushed them away.

His heart was so full of love for you, how you paid attention to every detail, and there was no doubt in his mind he was in love.

“You good?” You glanced over quickly, curious as to why he was quiet all of a sudden.

“Yeah, I’m good.” He cleared his throat.

“I love you.”

That caught your attention immediately, and you looked back at him, your own eyebrows slightly drawn together in confusion as the outburst.

“Yeah?” You asked. The words had been on the tip of your tongue for so long you could probably trace it back to the first time you met him, but you kept it to yourself. Mat was always cautious with his words, never wanting to say anything he didn’t fully believe, and you didn’t want to scare him off saying it too early.

“Yeah,” he replied confidently. Grabbing the hand resting on the gearshift, he intertwined your fingers and brought it to his lips. “I love you." Gently, Mat kissed your knuckles.

Your own heart felt like bursting at the soft look on his face. “I love you too.”

“Yeah, I kind of figured that,” he chuckled, wide grins spreading across both of your faces.

You brought his knuckles to your own lips, placing a soft kiss on them before letting your joined hands rest across the middle console. The remainder of the drive was silent, neither of you starting a conversation as you let your playlist take you the rest of the way.