#bottle cages for small frames

[moonlitwitchdaisy]

There’s hardly anything as challenging as trying to sleep while enduring the most excruciating period cramps you’ve had in a long time. No matter how many painkillers you’ve taken, none of them seem to work. A hot water bottle? A blanket? Those were options you’d already tried, only to realize they offered little to no relief.

Boyfriend!Sukuna wasn’t exactly someone who enjoyed physical touch—except when it came to sex. During those moments, every touch of his fingers, skin, or cock against you brought him a pleasure he had never experienced in his life.

But outside of that? Cuddling, holding hands, or other forms of physical contact weren’t exactly his thing. There were rare moments when he gave in, but only after you’d insisted long enough to make it impossible for him to endure your nagging any further.

“What’s wrong with you?” he asked, stepping into bed to find your body curled up under the blanket like an armadillo. Concern flickered in his crimson eyes.

“Nothing,” you replied, trembling with pain as your hands instinctively moved to massage the area below your waist, hoping to ease the ache.

“Yeah, sure. You’re a terrible liar,” he muttered, reaching out to touch the spot you were rubbing. But before his hand could land, you slapped it away.

“Fuck off, Sukuna. I’m not in the mood for your lectures right now,” you snapped, your voice trembling with pain and frustration. A single tear escaped and rolled down your cheek, one you couldn’t hold back despite your best efforts.

Sukuna saw it. And in that moment, every muscle in his massive body tensed. If there was one thing he couldn’t stand, it was seeing you in pain. He’d obliterate whatever caused you hurt, wipe it from existence, even if he’d never admit it outright.

Your towering, four-armed boyfriend reached out, one of his hands threading gently through your hair. He marveled at how soft it was, thinking it might just be the softest thing on earth.

“Sorry.”

You turned your head slightly to glance back at him, catching his stoic expression. You realized you’d been a little snappy, but it wasn’t your fault. Pain and stress were a volatile mix, and sometimes they made you lash out in ways you didn’t intend.

Letting your head fall back to its original position, you sighed as you stared down the dimly lit corridor beyond your bedside lamp. “I got my period, and no matter what I do, the pain just won’t go away.”

His hand continued its gentle motion through your hair. “Should I grab another painkiller for you?”

“I already took one an hour ago.”

“Tea?”

“Doesn’t help.”

“Something else warm, maybe?”

“Nope.”

The hand stroking your hair paused as Sukuna considered another option. It wasn’t exactly scientific, but it might work.

Before you could close your eyes to try to fall asleep, you felt his strong arms pull you into his massive frame. His four limbs wrapped around you like an inescapable cage, holding you close. He pressed a soft kiss to your exposed shoulder, left bare by your pajama top. He loosened his grip briefly to turn off the bedside lamp, leaving the room in darkness, before wrapping you up once more.

“Sleep,” he commanded in his deep voice.

You found one of his hands, bringing it to your lips to press a small kiss against it. Then, as your eyes drifted shut, you melted into the warmth radiating from his body—a warmth that, oddly enough, seemed to ease your pain. In his arms, sleep finally came.

Boyfriend!Sukuna did, in fact, love touching you, though he didn’t always show it. But whenever he sensed you needed him, he never hesitated to wrap his arms around you, to let his lips brush against your temple. Every moment he spent holding you, feeling your presence, was a miracle he quietly cherished.

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[hanibalistic]

HIT DOG HOLLER, HIT DOG'S COLLAR | JAKE SIM.

genre | fluff, angst / hurt comfort au

synopsis | when a dog was surrendered to the shelter you worked it, you had no other choice but to call your ex-boyfriend for help.  

word count | 4.2k+

warning | mention of abandoned pets, pet urine / dog is referred to as 'it' in narration / mention of insecurities

note | i kept telling myself i am allowed to finish this even though i can't find any point in the story.

Jake bolted out of his dorm room when you texted him for the first time after six months.

The annoyed complaints of his half-asleep roommate were fleeting. Strings of curses bounced off his hurried figure as he scrambled to put on a pair of sweatpants. When he snatched the keys off his desk, he knocked over the water bottle on the edge and earned another earful before he slammed the door shut.

The roads were empty and dark so late at night, allowing him to speed without potential repercussions. He checked his phone repeatedly during the drive for new messages, but the only text you sent after finally unblocking him was ‘help. shelter.’ It was radio silence after, like it had been the past six months.

It had been a mistake.

Jake knew he wasn't the type of man to take a bet. During his university years, nonetheless! But the effect of alcohol, his aversion to confrontation, and his friends' rowdiness pushed him to keep at the lie.

One year ago, he drunkenly confessed to you at a party, and you gave him a chance. Twelve months into dating each other, his friends drunkenly told you the truth, and you cut him out of your life without so much as a tear.

Tonight was the first time you've voluntarily spoken to him. He didn't care that you only did it because you needed his help. He would have learned every skill under the sun if it meant you'd talk to him again—plumbing, repairing, installing, modifying, you name it.

Tires screeched over the white line and stopped. He turned off the engine and got out of the car, unfazed as the cold air hit him until he reached the door of the animal shelter you worked at.

The lights were on inside.

He breathed through his mouth because that was the only way to accommodate how much air he needed.

You were inside, waiting for him.

A moment passed after he knocked. You opened the door carefully, peeking over the door frame not because you were cautious of the visitor but because you weren’t ready to face Jake yet.

His hair was disheveled, and his small eyes were hidden behind a pair of thick-rimmed glasses. He did not wear enough for the cold weather, but the shelter was warm enough, so you tried to stop worrying about him.

Veins ran softly along his hands and arms, parts you’ve let touch you all over, inside and out. His limbs used to be confident and bashful, playfully reaching for your waist and shyly searching for your face.

Jake wouldn't dare to touch you now, not even to shake hands, not without your permission. He pulled at his fingers and watched you intently. His gaze traced your face, and his downturned eyes mimicked a dog on its death bed—timid, wishful, pleading.

"Hey," he greeted. "Is everything okay?"

You stared at him, subconsciously reminded of the first time you invited him to accompany you during a day shift at the shelter. Biting back a sob at the question, you shook your head and opened the door wider for him to enter.

“He’s back," you said. "Pluto is back."

Pluto was the golden retriever you and Jake fostered over the summer last year. He was adopted, returned, and adopted again after almost making it to his euthanasia day. It has been months since you last saw him so you thought he had found his forever home.

But, this afternoon, he surrendered again because the parents couldn’t handle having him and more than three children in the home.

You kept him company for most of your shift to ease his anxiety, but when it came time for you to close up and leave, he refused to enter the cage.

You attempted to lure him with toys and treats to no avail. It was as if he knew it would be over once he was locked up behind the metal bars.

“That’s...” Jake swallowed the frustration. He stopped hearing news about Pluto after you broke up. He had no idea it was given up once already. “That’s horrible.”

“I know. My coworker said she tried to convince the mother to bring Pluto home, but...” You trailed off in exhaustion. You rubbed your eyes and sunk your shoulders. “I’m sorry. I wouldn’t have asked you for help if I hadn’t run into a dead end. I don’t know what to do.”

"No, don't even–" he waved his hand dismissively with a soft chuckle– "don't even apologize. You didn't do anything wrong."

You smiled. He always told you that. You couldn't remember a time when he was mad at you and demanded an apology, even when some of your decisions had been questionable.

If he was ever upset, you remembered all it ever took were hugs and kisses to make him feel better, the things you give your pet dog to brighten your day and theirs.

Sometimes, you wondered if he was easy or if it only worked for you because he was in love with you.

He told you otherwise, though. After dumping him, he spent two months pestering you however possible with a variety of apologies and only ever one confession: I love you. I love you more than anything.

He stopped after you snapped at him in public, practically humiliating him for your subconscious fulfillment.

You had given him everything—all of your firsts, all of your mind, and all of your body. He had deserved it. He stopped bothering you afterward, which was understandable.

A dog beaten and bruised enough would never return.

“Let's see what I can do," Jake said.

You pursed your lips and gestured for him to follow you.

The shelter remained the way it had been since the last time he visited. White ceiling lights, disorganized papers on the reception table, stacked metal cages, dirty food trays, narrow spaces, a dirty whiff of air, and abandoned pets everywhere.

He didn’t expect otherwise. There were never enough donations or government funds to make it a better place. People wouldn’t even do that for other people, let alone animals.

Jake spoke to the animals along the way, ignoring the ones asleep and cooing at the ones who jumped to greet him. As you led him to the back of the shelter, a sullen mass of fur curled up in the corner came into view.

"Pluto!" he exclaimed with considerate joy as he crouched with open arms. "Do you remember me, sweet boy?"

Pluto remembered. It got up from the corner and pounced on Jake, scraping its paws on his shoulders for a hug and licking his face. He laughed and rubbed its back, letting the affection attacks continue as Pluto pleased.

It got distracted when you also neared. Barking once for good measure, it bounced between your feet and Jake’s embrace, reliving how it used to be when he was still living with you both.

“He looks healthy," Jake said.

“He wasn't abused, just abandoned," you clarified.

"Same difference."

You peered at him like a hit dog about to holler.

In the depths of your conscience, you admitted that you were the one who gave up. Maybe you were well within your right to, or maybe you didn't believe in clarification and second chances.

You tried not to think about it too much. It made you feel bad.

"Where is his cage?" Jake asked offhandedly.

You motioned your chin toward the corner without thinking. You’ve already placed a cartoon blanket inside as a makeshift bed, and the dog bowl was filled half way with dry food.

“Alright, buddy,” Jake said, hopping onto his feet. “Let’s get you inside so we can go home.”

Pluto jumped up to meet Jake’s knees. He played with the dog, swinging his hands around its peripheral vision and playing bitey. You discreetly reached for the cage to open it. When he noticed, he stopped to hold Pluto’s face in his hands before lifting it up by its paws.

Jake was always the good cop. You made Pluto wait for dinner, didn't let it jump on your bed, and never fed it food under the table. Jake was easier. He took it on morning jogs, ran with it when it had zoomies, and sometimes cooked it a small plate of steak.

A little affection and a wide-eyed gaze could go a long way for Jake, but not so much for you.

You always knew the dog liked him better than you. You didn’t realize it would be easy for Jake to pick it up. However, just as you thought your ex-boyfriend would succeed, Pluto dropped its whole weight onto the floor and refused to budge.

Jake yelped at the sudden pull. His feet stuttered to balance himself, forcing him to release Pluto onto the floor. Not giving up, he shook his hands and reached down to try and pull it up again. The dog still wouldn’t budge.

Deciding to try another approach, instead of pulling Pluto up by its torso, Jake thought he could begin with its front legs. Once he gets them through, the rest should follow.

"Come on, buddy," he encouraged. “I know it's scary, but you gotta sleep somewhere warmer than the shelter hallway."

Pluto began to whimper when its front legs reached inside the cage. It used them to support itself, weighing itself down onto them to avoid being pushed inside wholly.

You furrowed your brows as you listened to Jake’s fading encouragement. He was a mirror of who you were a few hours ago when your shift began. He wasn’t growing impatient, only frustrated that this was how it had to be for a beloved pet.

Your shoulders sunk in defeat when you noticed droplets on the floor. Jake paused when you curled a hand around his arm and gently pulled him away.

“Let’s stop. He’s scared,” you said. “He peed on the floor. I’ll go get the mop.”

He glanced at the floor, but he was trying to see if you touched him again. And then he looked up at you, nodding in grim agreement. When you released his arm to clean the floor, he rubbed the spot with invisible desperation, trying his best to somehow keep your hold

"What do we do?" he asked, pressing a firm hold over where you touched him. "Shit, I feel horrible."

"You and me both." you sighed as you watched Pluto shrink into a corner. “I'll stay over with him."

"At the shelter?"

“It's not any worse than my apartment," you said. “Actually, I might be safer here with all the animals around. They’ll look out for me."

He wanted to protest. This was less about safety and more about comfort.

You looked exhausted, and he knew why. Midterms were happening left and right before the winter break, so you must be burning the midnight oil already. You’ve also got a difficult job to juggle with your classes.

He used to have to pull you away from your desk and trap you in his arms to get you to sleep.

Regardless, you needed to sleep somewhere soft and warm, and the animal shelter didn't have anything remotely similar to that besides the furry babies.

The furry babies and him, he supposed.

“I'll stay with you," Jake said.

You shook your head. This would ruin your plan to get over him, which has been going on for over half a year yet has garnered no real progress.

You still thought about him day and night, seeing him in the shadows of your once-shared apartment and whispering his name into your pillow. You blocked and avoided him because you knew he could lure you back so quickly because you had unfortunately been in love with him the entire time.

“It’s fine. You should go home,” you said. “I’m sorry I called you up so late.”

"No, I don't mind," he protested. “It’s not like I was sleeping anyway."

He visibly gulped, swallowing any sentiment because you’ve rescinded his right to love you. And you bit your tongue to keep the fight and the cries in because it wasn’t easy to look at him and not do something.

You couldn't kiss him, you couldn't fight him, and you didn't want to hurt him.

"Do whatever you want," you muttered.

Jake watched you leave the room. He heard cabinet doors opening, and he moved against the wall to sit down. He reached a hand out, his palm facing skyward, and he gently lured Pluto onto his lap. When you returned, it was with two thin blankets, one for yourself and one for them.

You reached for the cage to take the food bowl out and closed the door, locking it. You sat next to Jake, across from his side, and wrapped the blanket around you.

"What are we going to do now?” You eyed the dog.

"What are the protocols?" he asked.

"We hold and look for housing," you said. "But–" you reached out to rub Pluto’s head–"he's getting old. It took long enough to find a family who's willing to adopt him, so there's no guarantee we will be able to find anything before he's put on the euthanasia list."

As Jake ran over what you said in his head, you took a small handful of dry food to feed Pluto, who released itself from pressing on Jake’s chest to eat. You smiled at its eagerness, but your brows were furrowed with unspoken sorrow.

It seemed you could already predict Pluto’s fate, but you needed to device a course of action for good measure. Anything to make sure you didn't give up immediately, even when there was nothing you could do.

There was nothing worse than being at the bottom. Knowing that after taking so many turns, you ended up at the dead end you were meant to reach anyway. Looking at you was almost like looking at himself—both of you have exhausted all your resources.

But Jake was known for going above and beyond. At least for you, he would.

“I can adopt him."

You perked up slowly in bewilderment. The reason why you two decided to foster Pluto back then was because of a dual income. If it was so affordable to own an old dog, you would have done it already.

"You live on campus. The dorms don't allow pets," you said. "You also don't have money. What are you gonna do if he gets sick?"

“I’ll move out. I’ll get a second job and pick up more shifts at the current one,” he said with a shrug. “There are cheap places to live, and I’m sure Jay will be willing to help me if it comes down to it.”

"Jake–"

“If push comes to shove, I’ll move back home,” he said, his voice slightly louder to drown out your worries with his optimism. “Let this be the last disappointing thing I do to my mom!”

You wanted to hold his face and talk him out of it. His optimism was both a friend and a foe. Sometimes, it pushes him to do amazing things, but mostly, he ends up embarrassing himself.

No, your coworker wouldn’t want to talk to you after being denied their vacation time over yours. No, your mother already thinks you buy enough unnecessary things; she won’t appreciate this. No, that won’t help anyone like you think it would.

You’ve often had to be his voice of reason for the most trivial things. It usually worked. His brain fries and he turns all putty when he’s being held, but he’s extra impressionable in your hands. He’d agree to anything just to keep you talking.

“You’re going to struggle," you warned.

“I'd rather that than have you feel guilty that you couldn't do more for our dog."

“You don’t know that I will,” you scoffed with a brief glare.

His eyes were on you. It has been on your since the moment you saw each other.

“I know you will. I know you," he retorted.

He was right. No matter how much you played up the role of a bad cop, or the nonchalant pet owner, ultimately, you cared. Maybe not as much as he did, maybe not as much as he could, and definitely not as openly as he could. But you loved the dog. 

It was your dog. It was you and Jake’s dog.

Pluto stayed with you for a few of the happiest months of your life. The months when you woke up seeing Jake and went to sleep talking to him. Losing the dog is a significant progression to an end.

"This isn't about me." You shook your head. “Don't do this for me.”

“I can’t not,” he said. “I want to."

“Why?" It came out before you knew it. It was a trap.

The room went quiet, accompanied only by the sound of chewing and the impossible thoughts of escaping such silence. You focused on the food disappearing from the metal bowl, doing your best to keep away the tremors from knowing his eyes were on you, from already knowing his answer to your question. 

Something has to happen when the food is gone. 

A distraction, an apology, a reconciliation, a blackout.

"Because I love you."

A confession.

You dropped the bowl and rubbed your eyes with the back of your hand. Heat released from all corners of your body, traveling to the base of your neck where it pulled at your nerves, souring all the way up to your tear ducts. He kept saying that; it was the last thing you wanted to hear from him. 

His breathing quickened at your dismay, and the corners of his lips arched down in shame. He looked away from you at Pluto’s head, wondering what about his affection was so genuinely sickening that you had to reject it with so much force.

If it was about his bet with his friends, he had already attempted to explain that multiple times.

“I'm sorry I kept the bet from you. I really am. I will never deny that it was a terrible decision, that I was drunk when I first confessed to you," he said defensively, a whimper catching in his voice. 

“Won’t you just–“ you rolled your eyes– “just stop. Stop explaining it to me.”

“No! I need you to understand that I never lied about how I felt after!” he exclaimed.

It never changed. His story wouldn’t have a contradiction even if he tried to rip it apart on purpose. He lied to you because he was drunk, he pretended to be your boyfriend, and then he ended up becoming it. His friends told the same story, and he repeated it multiple times. You’ve heard it all.

A tear rolled down his cheek, and he wiped it with intention. When he realized his eyes had begun to cry, his voice and movement followed. Looking down at the floor helplessly, his shoulders hunched up as if to shrink small. 

You blew air into your cheeks and bit the inside of your lip. Seeing him cry made you cry. You never wanted to hurt him again. You didn't think that you could, and oh, how you were proven wrong. 

“How come you don’t believe me?” he asked, his voice timid as a child wronged by his parents. “I fell in love with you. You have no right to take that from me.”

Feeling a sob come up, you dropped your head and stared at the floor. Goosebumps lined around your heart, suppressing its beating with unease. That was the problem. He told the truth, which was the problem because you couldn’t handle it.

"Do you know how I felt when I found out?" you asked. "I wasn't angry, or frustrated, or even sad. I was just disappointed that it made sense."

Jake wasn’t a man of your caliber. Even when he first confessed to you, you mistook it as an act of aggression. Hence, you double-checked with him the next day through text; surprisingly, he didn’t deny it.

He was a great boyfriend. He was kind and supportive, handsome and strong, charming and considerate. The whole nine yards. He stumbled once in a while, but he never did anything wrong.

It was both agony and relief when you discovered that he initially stayed for a bet. While it was hurtful to know you and him would have never happened otherwise, it fulfilled your growing itch that needed a reason to feel bad. While you lost the love of your life, the loss helped you make sense of a greatness you didn’t think you deserved, all by forcing you to let go of it.

Jake didn’t do anything wrong. He couldn’t if he tried. It was just easier when he didn’t love you back. Because then you wouldn’t feel like you were taking up too much space, and your inferiority has a reason to exist. 

“It was hell to hate myself,” you said. “If I made it seem like you never loved me at all, then all the pain wouldn’t be for nothing.”

“I don’t understand.” His voice was tearful, and he played with Pluto’s fur so his hands wouldn’t claw at his skin to peel himself to death, knowing that you felt like hell when you were with him. “Did you always feel like that?”

You went around the answer but remained truthful. Yes, you felt like that all the time. No, it had nothing to do with him. 

You told him how great he was, how you appreciated everything about him. The fact that he remembers every little thing, how his voice is soft, and his willingness to always be the bigger person. 

Self-hate was an accumulated skill that can never be unlearned and only worsens. He was in the wrong position when it decided to show itself. 

You simply didn't love yourself enough to have him. That was it. 

Irregular drops of tears rolled down his face. He began to hiccup away the knots of air stuck in his throat that were supposed to be violent sobs. He looked everywhere but at you, and his hands curled and uncurled to catch pressure in the air.

He suffocated with every word you said. It didn’t matter that you admitted he wasn’t the reason; he was horrified that you thought his love would be better stored anywhere else than with you, his keeper.

For six months, he stayed cooped up inside himself, uncomfortable but unwilling to burst just in case you would come back to drain his soul out of him. He would return to where he belonged, through your mouth into your skin.

The dog on his lap had become a nuisance, but he kept it there. 

Jake pushes nothing away. He stretches and pulls until someone snaps him in half to stop him.

"Please don't be upset," you whispered after cutting yourself short. “I'm sorry for everything. It wasn't your fault.”

“It’s not yours, either,” he said. “The mind is–is a weird thing. It’s a weird thing. Sometimes you can’t help it. I understand. It’s not your fault, either. I don’t want–“ he pursed his lips, his hair shaking with his head– “I don’t want you to blame yourself. It hurts knowing you did something–something bad. I don’t want you to–uh,” his voice became smaller, “I don’t want you to hurt anymore.”

Scooting to sit next to him, you took off his glasses and set them on the floor next to you. You pulled at the hem of your sweater to wipe the tears around his tired eyes. You cleaned him and yourself, wetting your sleeve with mutual suffering.

“What do I do?” he asked, leaning his head against the wall with a faint shake. “I miss you.”

“I'm sorry," you said, disarming your mind. 

“I won’t say anything. You don’t have to believe I love you. We can just be friends,” he bargained. “I just want to be around. Please let me.”

Pulling your knees up to your chest, you pressed closer against his side and smiled bitterly at the notion that you’ll never find someone like him again. That was why you gave him a chance a year ago, but instead of his dashing looks and fit physique, it was his extraordinary affection this time. 

Who else would love you enough to pretend he doesn’t love you at all? It’s just him.

“I should probably go see a doctor, huh?” you joked, wiping under his eye with your thumb. “They can help me come around.”

Jake raised his hand. It shakily hovered around your wrist, waiting for permission.

You pushed the back of your palm toward it, allowing him to engulf your hand with his, and then you brought it to his face, holding him gently. He smiled a little; he couldn’t help it upon the familiar, long-awaited touch.

“I’ll wait for you,” he said. “I’ll help you.”

You glanced at his lips. Stained with tears, like it was rained on. You nudged his nose with yours, and you kissed him. He shuddered. His mouth was metallic and sour; you realized there was a canker sore in his mouth. It must be painful. He kissed you anyway, resting his whole life on your lips. 

Pulling away, he bumped his forehead against yours, his features softening in relief. 

It was always the same confession. He never deviated from it.

I love you. I love you more than anything. I love you more than me.

“Do you want to take care of Pluto together?”

And that was your version of it.

[koiiiji]

i must admit, i’m amazed by your calmness

author's note ; slightly inspired by Ocean’s 8, so for mood you can turn 'the investigator' or 'taking out the trash' from Ocean’s8 soundtrack album🕯️💋💄

summary ; when king of Busan is released from prison, his first stop is to confront the person who betrayed him.

the room was steeped in quiet tension even before you arrived. Jinrang sat in the armchair, shrouded in shadows, his fingers drumming idly against the leather armrest. the soft hum of the city outside seeped through partially open window. your apartment smelled faintly of jasmine and red wine, an intoxicating mix that reminded him of you.

he had enough time to spent thinking about you. about the way you’d always slip out of his arms after a long nights, your lips teasing promises you would never keep. you had always been untouchable, a wild thing he could never cage.

you wasn’t his. not really. you never had been.

but tonight, as he waited, he told himself you owed him. you owed him for the nights you left him aching, for the betrayal that sent him to rot behind bars, for making him believe, even for a fleeting moment, that you could be tamed.

the door clicked open, and his gaze darted to the entrance.

you stepped inside, your heels clicked loudly against the hardwood floor, and your silhouette framed in the dim light. you paused briefly when your eyes found him, but you didn’t flinch. shoulders remained calm, chin slightly tilted in that defiant way that drove him mad.

“back so soon?” you asked lightly, your voice calm, though he caught the faintest tension in its edges.

you set your purse down and turned your back to him, movements smooth and deliberate as you walked to the kitchen. he didn’t respond. instead, he watched you, his dark eyes following the graceful curve of your back, the sway of your hips. your calm facade only fueled the storm brewing inside him.

“would you like a drink?” you called over your shoulder, pulling out a bottle of wine. you poured herself a glass with steady hands, but Jinrang could see the slight tension in the way your fingers nervously gripped the stem.

still, you didn’t look at him, didn’t acknowledge the crackling energy in the room as you moved to the table. you set your glass down and gestured to the chair across from you.

“sit,” you said, tone inviting but laced with subtle steel.

he stood slowly, his powerful frame unfolding like a predator rising from a crouch. your confidence was a thin veil, but he didn’t want call you out on it. not yet. instead, he walked to the table, his footsteps deliberate, each one a quiet declaration of control.

his chair scraped against the floor as he joined you.

when he sat down, the air thickened.

“i must admit,” you began, voice smooth, betraying none of the tension coursing through your veins, “i am amazed by your calmness.” you tilted your head slightly, lips curving into a faint smile as you took a small sip from your glass.

his jaw tightened. you was baiting him. you always did this — pushed him to the edge just to see if he’d fall.

Jinrang didn’t answer immediately. his jaw tightened, a faint twitch playing at the corner of his mouth. when he finally spoke, his voice was deep and deliberate, every word carrying the weight of years. “you expected me to storm in? to throw a tantrum, maybe?”

your smile widened, a feline expression of amusement. “oh no, Jinrang. that’s not your style. but i did wonder if you’d show up at all.”

he leaned back in his chair, his eyes never leaving yours. “and here i am, with the woman who betrayed me. and she acting as though we’re here for a friendly dinner.”

“betrayal?” you set your glass down with a soft clink, your brows rose in mock surprise. “that’s a harsh word. i’d call it… making a business decision.”

an that did it.

in one swift motion, he was on his feet, his chair skidding back with a violent screech. you barely had time to react before his hand was around your throat, grip firm and unyielding as he pressed you into the back of your chair. wine glass trembled on the table, a single drop spilling over the rim and trailing like blood down the stem.

he towered over you, his sheer size and strength making you seem impossibly small in comparison. his voice was a low, dangerous growl as he hissed in your ear, “i rotted in prison for four years because of you. so don’t tell me about ‘business decisions,’ woman.”

your heart hammered in the chest, a wild rhythm and blood pulsation you was certain he could feel beneath his hand. fear coiled in your stomach, cold and sharp, but you refused to show it. your eyes locked with his, defiance flickering like a match against a hurricane.

“you don’t scare me, Jinrang,” you rasped, tring to make your voice as steady as possible, despite the pressure on your throat.

his grip tightened just enough to remind you of his power. and it worked when the edges of your vision blurring slightly as he leaned in closer, his breath hot against your cheek. “you should be scared,” he murmured, his voice a deadly whisper. “you have no idea how much i’ve thought about killing you.”

your lips twitched into a faint, foxy smile despite the situation. “and yet… you’re here,” you said, your voice softer now, almost mocking. “in my home. unable to stay away.”

a low, humorless chuckle rumbled from his chest. “you’ve always been good at playing games, haven’t you? always outsmarting me, always—”

click.

the sound was soft but unmistakable. Jinrang froze, the cold pressure of metal against his groin anchoring him in place. he didn’t need to look down to know you had drawn a gun, the barrel pressed firmly against his most vulnerable spot.

your free hand, hidden beneath the table, held the weapon steady. the sharp curve of your lips deepened, your smile now wicked and triumphant.

“i’ll give you credit,” you said lightly, voice dripping with mockery. “you almost had me this time. almost.”

his eyes blazed with fury, his jaw clenching so tightly you thought it might crack. slowly, his hand loosened from your throat, though he didn’t step back. “you think this is a game?” he growled, his voice shaking with barely restrained rage.

you tilted her head, feigning innocence as you met his glare. “oh, Jinrang. it’s always been a game. and you’ve always been the one chasing.”

his massive hand slammed onto the table beside you, making the wine glass jump and the walls tremble with the force of it.

you flinched.

his expression was a storm, dark and deadly, but beneath the anger was something else — a simmering tension that neither of you could deny.

“you’re lucky i didn’t come here to kill you,” he said through gritted teeth, his voice low and raw.

“and you’re lucky i don’t feel like pulling the trigger,” you countered smoothly, your smile as sharp as a blade.

for a moment, you two stayed like that, locked in a dangerous stalemate. his towering frame loomed over you, your much smaller form unyielding despite the gun you held. the air between you was thick with more than just hostility — it was electric, a charged tension that neither could escape.

finally, he stepped back, his movements slow, deliberate. you lowered the gun but didn’t put it away, keeping it resting casually on your lap...

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the moment the door closed behind him, the tension you had fought so hard to suppress unraveled like a snapped thread. the air felt heavier, as if the weight of his presence still lingered in the room.

your hand rose instinctively to your neck, your fingers brushing the tender skin where his grip had been. the faint ache made you shudder, a physical reminder of the power he wielded, the raw force he had so easily used to remind you who he was.

your hand trembled as it fell away from your neck, and you pressed it to your forehead, closing your eyes.

get a grip, you told yourself, but it was no use. your breathing was shallow, uneven, and no matter how hard you tried, you couldn’t push away the memory of his hand pinning you to the chair, his towering frame blotting out the world around you.

you let out a shaky breath, leaning against the table as your other hand clutched the cool marble surface. the gun you’d pointed at him now sat discarded on the table, its presence doing nothing to erase the fear that had coiled tightly in your chest the moment he rose from that chair.

your fingers brushed the stem of your wine glass, but you didn’t pick it up. instead, you bowed your head, letting the weight of the moment crash over you in waves.

you had always been good at the game. you thrived on it, played it better than anyone. but tonight… tonight you’d felt the danger in his eyes, the crack in his control. for the first time in a long time, you wondered if you’d pushed him too far...

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Jinrang gripped the steering wheel in his car, his knuckles white against the leather. the city lights blurred as his mind raced, replaying the encounter over and over.

your defiance had been there, of course — it always was. you’d held your head high, your sharp tongue slicing through the thick silence between you two like always.

but beneath it… he had felt it.

your pulse, wild and frantic beneath his fingers. the subtle quiver in your breath. the way your body had tensed when he loomed over you, when he slammed his hand on the table.

you’d been scared.

it should’ve felt satisfying, knowing that for once, he had managed to crack your armor. but it didn’t. instead, it left a bitter taste in his mouth, a gnawing unease that twisted in his gut.

he leaned back in the driver’s seat, exhaling slowly as his mind drifted, unbidden, to a memory he hadn’t thought of in years.

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it was late, the kind of late where the world seemed suspended in stillness.

you had worn one of his shirts, the fabric comically oversized on your smaller frame. it was white, crisp, and hung off one shoulder, revealing smooth skin and a teasing hint of collarbone.

“you look silly,” he’d said, smirking, but there was warmth in his voice.

you’d rolled your eyes, sinking onto the couch beside him with a grace. your legs tucked beneath you as you leaned against his side. “it’s comfortable,” you’d shot back.

he’d been reading something, but whatever it was had quickly been forgotten as you leaned against him, your head resting lightly on his shoulder.

for once, you weren’t trying to outmaneuver him, to tease or provoke. you were just… there.

eventually, you shifted, your body sinking deeper into his side until your head slipped down to his lap.

he’d frozen at first, unsure if you’d even realized what you’d done. but then he heard your breath, slow and steady, felt the weight of your body fully relaxed against him.

you’d fallen asleep, your cheek pressing into his thigh, and your hair scatter over his lap.

he’d stared down at you, his large hand hovering over your hair for what felt like forever. and then, finally, he’d let it settle, his fingers brushing lightly against your temple.

you had been so vulnerable, so open in that moment. it was a side of you he rarely saw, and it had burned itself into his memory, the softness of it, the fragility.

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Jinrang blinked, the memory dissolving as the harsh reality of the present returned. he drummed his fingers on the wheel, the tension in his chest refusing to fade.

you had been vulnerable tonight, too, but not in the same way. tonight, it had been fear — not trust — that left you exposed.

and it unsettled him more than he cared to admit.

he shook his head, shoving the thought away. you played your game. you always did.

but no matter how many times you slipped through his fingers, no matter how many times you pointed a gun at his heart —or worse, his groin — he knew he’d come back.

because you were the only one who had ever made him feel this alive.

[whoisneo404]

Can you write about either nick with his bfs younger sibling or the other way around and it’s super fluffy, and they just look at each other like aghhh! Idk if that makes sense

Sisters’ best friend.

Summary: in which Nick has a little crush on you and you have a little crush on him but both of you are unaware of it.

Note: Nick is mentioned to be taller.

“Why did you buy all of this?” I ask my sister while looking at the chocolates, drinks and chips on the kitchen counter. “Are you having friends over?”

“Yeah, I’m having a sleepover with some friend. I told mom to tell you.” She talks while texting someone on her phone.

“Oh, cool. She didn’t told me anything, who’s coming anyway?” I look at her, I don’t raise my head, just my eyes. She looks up from her phone.

“The people that always comes, you can have all the snacks you want, just don’t bother us a lot.” I pout and nod.

“Understood.” I grab a small pack of gummies and go to my room. It has been a while, it’s night already, I hear people talking and laughing on the living room, my sister has a lot of ‘girlfriends’, of course she also has a lot of guy friends but they don’t come to the sleepovers… except for one, Nick. Nicolas is fun, I like him, he is very kind to me and I really like his style. I hear his laugh, it’s loud and it makes my cheeks grow red, I’m so dumb but I can’t help it, he’s just so handsome and has pretty eyes, he also brings snacks for me sometimes so I kinda like him. The fact that I know he is gay doesn’t help, because I think I might have a tiny chance with him.

I sit on my bed scrolling on my phone and panic texting my friends that Nick is here and that I might die if I see him. So, I wait for the noise to come down, I hear them go into my sisters’ room at around 12:40, I go out to see if they left any snacks and to grab some water. As I walk past my sisters’ room, I can hear the muffled music and their gossiping, I roll my eyes and keep walking to the kitchen, it was dark and a bit cold. I turn on the lights and go to the fridge, I smile when I see my favorite chocolate right in front of me, I take it out and turn around smiling at myself.

“I see you found my gift.” Nick is standing in the door frame, his arms crossed over his chest, his hair a bit messy and with his pajamas on. I gulp and my cheeks blush a bit.

“I didn’t knew you bought it, thank you.”

“It’s nothing.” He says and walks over to me. “So, how have you been?” he leans on the counter and watches as I fill my bottle with water.

“I’m fine, hm, how about you?”

“I have been good, thanks for asking. Why weren’t you with us while watching the movie?” I turn around and put my filled bottle water on the counter right besides the chocolate.

“Well, I, I don’t know. I didn’t feel like it.” He hums, and I look away from him. Suddenly I feel small, his taller body making me feel tiny, his crossed arms showing off his big arms and broad shoulders. I try not to stare too much, key word = TRY.

“Interesting, you used to love watching movies with us. You love horror movies, don’t you?” I nod. “Well, at least you love curling up to me.” he grins and my eyes widen a bit.

“No, I-“ he talks over me.

“It’s okay, I like it.”

“Oh… cool. I don’t know what to say.” Nick unfolds his arms and walks slowly to me; I start taking tiny steps backwards until my lower back hits the counter. “Nick.”

“Yeah?”

“What are you doing?” he leans down a bit, one of his hands besides my body to cage me in, his other hand on my cheek.

“Nothing, just looking at you.” The tip of his nose lightly touches mine. “I really like your shirt, is it the one I gave you and your birthday?” he laughs a bit and I feel my cheeks burn.

“Nick, what if someone comes looking for you?” my chest feels heavy, my heart is beating fast.

“Let them.” he leans in, his soft lips touch mine for a few seconds. “I’m sorry, was that all right?”

My brain exploded, I can’t imagine how red I am right now, I nod quickly and put both of my hands on his chest. “Yes. I- Can you… please, kiss me again.’’ I see him grin, he kisses me again, this time it was longer, I wrap my arms around his shoulders and play with his hair, the hand that was previously on the counter goes to my waist. His lips move slowly and gracefully, it would be a lie if I said I know how to kiss, I am trying my best. I lean back a bit, looking up at his eyes.

“I wanted to tell you something.” He whispers. “I-“

“NICK!! COME HERE, CARLIE IS GOING TO CALL JAMES!!” Nick rolls his eyes when we hear the loud voice of my sister come down the hall.

“I’m sorry, I have to go. But, how about we go out tomorrow? Just the two of us.’’

“Like, a date?” it’s the first time I see him blush. He looks so handsome with his cheeks turning pink.

“Yeah, like a date. Sorry I have to go, I’ll text you” He gives me a quick kiss and fast walks to my sisters room, when I hear the door close, I let out a high-pitched scream and cover my face. God, what the fuck just happened? I think I’m dreaming.

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[lou-struck]

Room For Two?

Eijirou Kirishima x reader

~Love is all about sacrifice, you learn this on a hot summer's day when your alone time is lovingly interrupted.

Prompt: Hammock

~This is one of the requested prompts for my Summertime Fun Event. Feel free to check it out. 

It is a picture-perfect afternoon in the height of summer. Although the sun is beating down, you are nestled comfortably in your beloved hammock in the shade, taking advantage of a glorious day off from work.

Your water bottle is nice and cold, and you have several good books tucked away in your tote bag. Needless to say, you are all ready to hunker down for the rest of the day. 

A slight summer breeze rustles the leaves of the two great trees you are tied to, sending the last of the season's blossoms fluttering harmlessly to the ground around you.

In complete bliss, you take a long sip of your water and turn the page.

'This is the life,' you think to yourself.

If only you had more days like this. Maybe you could actually complete your Goodreads challenge this year. Briefly, you wonder why you haven't been able to complete it these last two years when your work hours have been basically the same.

The thought harmlessly flutters away like a passing butterfly as you get engrossed in the novel you are reading, tearing through it with a hungry speed. 

"Hey there, beautiful. Whatcha doing?" a familiar deep voice calls, yanking your attention away from the scene and back to reality.

Oh, right, that's why…

Eijirou Kirishima, your sweet, chivalrous distraction and loving boyfriend stands above you. A big, loving smile on his face that you can't help but reciprocate. 

"Hi, Eiji," you grin, taking in his appearance; he has changed out of his hero costume and into some gray sweat shorts and a black Dynamite t-shirt. But you notice that his handsome face seems to have gotten quite an interesting tan line. "Looks like you got some sun today."

His bright red hair frames his now pink cheeks as he flashes you a shark-toothed grin. "No kidding, that face mask of mine is no joke," he brushes his crimson locks back to show you just how bad it is. You can see the pale outline of his chin where his black face guard sits, contrasting against his sun-slapped skin. 

Your eyes bug out of your head as your jaw drops with stunned amusement. Although you should at least pretend to be concerned, your urge to giggle overpowers your common sense. "Oh my god. Eiji. That's so bad."

"Could be worse," he shrugs, throwing his hands up and walking closer to your hammocked paradise. He runs his fingers along the taught strings that tether you to the trees and presses down on it lightly like he is testing its security. "You've got a nice little setup here Babe. Got room for one more?"

You blink… "On the Hammock?"

"Yeah, it looks cozy," he says, already kicking off his slides and trying to climb onto your little multicolored hammock. Although his quirk is not activated, his ridiculously hard muscles squeeze against you as he lowers his full weight on top of the hammock. 

On top of you…

The hammock rocks back and forth as you giggle and squirm under him. "Eiji, this hammock is small. There is no way we are both gonna fit."

"No way babe, you are not Titanicing me right now," he laughs, blowing you a raspberry. "There is more than enough room for us to have a serious cuddle session."

You are stunned into silence as you try to process him turning Titanic into a verb and pray that if the hammock snaps, you won't be flattened between the ground and Mt. Kirishima.

"This is nice, he hums, lying completely on top of you, although it is not at all cuddling weather.

"Is it?" you wheeze, feeling the spin of your hardcover book pressing into your gut. "I feel like I'm dying?"

He leans off of you slightly and looks at you caged under him. The flustered look on your cheeks brings a smirk to his lips as he presses an apologetic kiss to your sweaty temple. "Oh, Sorry. I guess I should be the one on the bottom." He flexes his bicep for show, "These muscles of mine make a better pillow than a weighted blanket.

"Please…" you rasp, your book still making it difficult for you to breathe.

"There we go," he murmurs, wedging himself between you and the bottom of the woven pattern beneath you until he ends up lying completely under you. Your limbs are pretzeled together cutely, and your book has fallen safely onto the dry grass with a thud. "All better?"

You look at his innocent expression and cannot bring yourself to roll off the hammock and create a new space bubble for yourself.  You relent and lay your head down on his chest and breathe in the subtle smell of his cologne. His arms wrap around you, and the whole odd situation feels awfully comforting. 

You close your eyes and think to yourself that although it's hot outside, maybe sharing a hammock with your favorite person isn't the worst thing in the world. 

"Much better."

[gyllenhaalstories]

UN PARI À PARIS — SUGAR DADDY!JAKE 💗

summary: the title translates to a bet in paris. because jake’s doing a bet and you’re in paris... i’m so smart, oui oui.

warnings: established sugar daddy/sugar baby relationship, curse words, smut (daddy kink, mild degradation, pussy spanking, finger sucking, public sex, penetration, creampie). 18+ NO MINORS.

word count: 3600

photos credits: me @/gyllenhaalstories / divider credits: @/firefly-graphics

notes: i’m coming out of my cage and i’ve (not) been doing just fine (and neither does this fic because it’s a mess)... but come on barbie!jake, let’s go party! 💗 thank you for reading & REMEMBER TO REBLOG!

Jake grabbed the small water bottle from your hand and drank a sip. “I just got an idea.”

You slowly turned your head to the right and studied his face. Not even the wind caused by the fan you waved before your face could hide the mischief that was written all over his features. “Oh no.”

“Oh oui.” He smiled from ear to ear, wrinkles spreading at the corner of his eyes that were partially shielded by the thick frames of his sunglasses. He placed the bottle on the chair, in the spot between his open legs. “We’ll make a bet.”

You slid your sunglasses down on your nose, looking over them. He did the same, causing you to smile. “Go on.”

“Remember how you didn’t want to be here today?”

“I wanted to be here,” you corrected him, hoping he knew that you enjoyed the opportunity to attend such a big sports event, “I didn’t want to sit in the sun for hours.”

“That’s exactly what I said: you didn’t want to be here.” You rolled your eyes. “So, I thought we could bet on how we’ll spend the rest of the evening once the game is over.”

You quickly glanced behind Jake’s shoulders, his friends were chatting in French. Something about the colour rose, you assumed they were discussing how Jake’s Barbie pink shirt clashed with pretty much everything in the court.

“If Djokovic wins,” Jake spoke, catching all of your attention again. “We go straight back to the hotel...” You mirrored Jake’s smirk as he paused, both of you knew what he intended with that silence. “But if the Norwegian player wins, we’re going out for dinner” he mouthed the words ‘with them’, his thumb in front of him and pointing back at the couple without raising suspicions.

“That doesn’t make sense.” You frowned. “That’s not even a bet.”

Visibly disappointed, Jake asked you why.

“We both know Novak’s gonna win. Everybody knows that.”

“I didn’t know you were a tennis connoisseur. That’s hot.” He leaned forward to capture you lips in a kiss.

You kissed him back. Then, you pondered at his bet for a minute, honouring the reflection time it took him to come up with such a plan. “My bet is on Djokovic.” You answered with a firm nod, stretching your hand out to shake his.

Jake enthusiastically shook your hand. “Mine too.”

You rolled your eyes again. You set down the fan to cross your fingers, some extra superstition was more than welcome if it could avoid an extra late dinner in a crowded restaurant where people would argue about the winner of the French Open.

Jake nudged your sides with his elbow, glowing in all the pinkness of his shirt. “We look good together.” He leaned his arm on your thighs, resting a possessive hand on your knee which brought you to scoot closer towards him.

Your heart skipped a beat at his words. You sure did look good together. You reached to his neck and fixed the pendent of his silver chains, placing it in the middle where all of your hickeys and love marks had sadly faded away.

“That  guy better fucking wins or else.” He flexed his neck, making it crack a little bit to release some of the growing tension. Needless to say, he would have a hard time turning his head left and right to follow that stupid neon green ball around. He would rather have his eyes glued on you the entire time and get out of the court before the second set.

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The tension. It was unbearable.

Each ace, each quick sneaky hit, each grunt from the tennis players made you squirm on your uncomfortable chair and it made you wish this would all come to an end quicker. Just give the man his obnoxiously giant trophy so Jake and you could get ahead of the crowd. However, you still tried to enjoy the game, not that you paid much attention to it.

Jake and you  were playing your own game of back and forth, of testing the limits of  what would tip you over the edge. You stroked his arm, brushing your finger tips over his skin until you left a trail of goosebumps despite the heat outside. Jake’s hand would rub up and down your thigh, always reaching dangerously high. You had to remind yourself to adjust your skirt constantly. He would squeeze your knee, your leg, your thigh — basically whatever he could touch and not be called out for public  indecency. He let you press yourself against him, or wrap an arm around him so that you were impossibly closer and just toying with his chains to stop yourself from kissing his neck.

You were quite proud when he popped open a button from his shirt. Whether it was from the heat of the weather or the heat from his body and his desire to take you right here and there barely mattered. You were gladly surprised how he lost composure before you, so much so that he had to pull out his phone multiple times to send a short warning through text messages or to remind you that he wanted you just as bad as you wanted him.

He hid it by pretending to take a photo, but there was nothing in his camera roll that would support his alibi. Unless pictures from the previous night where he fucked you with a view of the Eiffel tower counted. You were not so sure how a blurry photo of his cum over your breasts with the twinkling monument in the background would convince anyone that you were two civilized tennis enthusiasts.

“Let’s get out of here.” You insisted as soon as the game was over and people cheered for the winner.

Jake repeated it, following you out of the section of seats. His hands were on your hips and his body pressed against yours. It looked as though he was scared to lose you amongst the sea of people — even though your VIP tickets offered you a sneaky way out. It also looked as though he was using the little friction caused by your bodies being squeezed together when someone would cut you off in the line to get some relief.

You said it again, you needed to get out of here and quick. You were not having any of the small talk from Jake’s restaurateur friends or from anyone, for that matter, who just bonded after witnessing tennis  history. You wanted out. Fast.

By some strand of luck, you avoided traffic and took a car back to your hotel. You thanked the  chauffeur, rushing out of the car where you had been kissing and rubbing  obscenely on each other. Jake paid him generously, causing the driver to shout “Monsieur, monsieur!” as he tried to give some of the money back to your man. Only, you were already on your way towards the entrance of the hotel lobby.

You were greeted by the one of the hotel managers who spoke with a thick French accent. He talked and talked and talked, something about how the building seemed empty with most of the residents having attended the French Open. You answered with nods and smiles until you excused yourself and took the lead, dragging Jake by the arm where his silver watch and bracelet made clicking noises  from all the movements.

“You’re so fucking needy for me.” Jake told you, not caring enough to lower his voice.

For a seemingly empty hotel, the elevators in front of you were occupied and smashing the buttons did not make them climb up and down faster. You noticed how Jake was fidgeting, eyes darting everywhere, as you sighed with frustration.

“Got an idea.” Jake spoke, his face buried in the crook of your neck where he busied himself by leaving as many kisses as he could in such a small amount of time — which was both a blessing and a curse. It was a blessing to feel your skin on his lips, something he wanted to do since you arrived to the world renown court.But it was a curse because it felt like he was stealing time away from what the two of you desperately wanted.

“Is it better than your bet?”

He laughed against your skin, tasting the sweat on his lips as his tongue caressed the spots he kissed hungrily. “Not at all.”

“I already love it.”

“You’re fucking perfect.” Jake smiled widely. He spotted the door that led to the stairwell and pushed you in that direction.

There were giggles that echoed in the empty room as the two of you tried to  walk up a few levels of stairs. You stopped to catch your breath and,  immediately, you had hands exploring your body.

Jake was pulling and gripping on the fabric of your clothes until he had your body pressed against his and your mouths connected by a deep kiss. One second, he had your face in his hands as his tongue danced around yours. The next second, his hands were groping your ass. He pinched your cheeks harshly, giving each one a loud slap that, too, echoed in the stairwell.

“We gotta wait until we’re in the suite, come on.” You lolled your head back and let him nibble on the skin of your neck  and cover it with open mouthed kisses. He grunted in response. “Jake —”

“Daddy.” He corrected, earning you an even harder spank on your ass to remind you what head space to be in.

“But Daddy!” You tried to stop him, nudging at him so he would recognize the risks of you getting caught.

“I  thought,” he spun you on your feet so that you were looking out the stairwell window, the busy City of Lights now before your eyes. “You said that you loved my idea, hmm?” His left hand crept up your body and lingered around your neck before he moved it up, his thumb dragged your bottom lip down. “Did you change your mind?”

“No, I —” You were interrupted again by two fingers entering your mouth.

“You what?” His right hand pressed on your tummy so that your ass would push against the bulge of his navy blue pants. “Go on.”

“I...” You struggled to speak with his fingers filling your mouth, so you mumbled  your way into trying to say that you “don’t wanna get caught.”

He laughed at how pathetic you sounded and did not let you say another word. Instead he pumped his index and middle fingers in and out, fucking your mouth with a smirk on his lips. “Shh, it’s not good to lie.”

You felt him rub against your body, his bulge pressing between your ass cheeks and making the fabric of your skirt ride up.

“I  know you love being watched.” Jake’s hand lowered and reached under your skirt. He leaned his chin on your shoulder and whispered to your ear. “I bet that if someone walked in, you would beg me to keep going.”

You nodded, spit drooling down his fingers and your chin as he kept fucking your mouth.

“That’s right. Such a good slut, you wanna give everyone a good show.” You opened your legs and leaned forward, giving Jake access to your core that he roughly rubbed over your soaked panties. With a quick motion, he pushed your panties to the side and pressed his hand against your slick covered pussy.

You exhaled audibly when his warm hand touched your even warmer core, suddenly all of the hours that flew by as you waited for this moment became worth it. Your hips instinctively  humped his hand, soaking him up.

“Fuck yeah, suck my fingers like they’re my cock.” He grunted when you lost yourself in the moment, your eyes shut and your cheeks hollowed around his digits.

You sucked on his fingers, your head bopped back and forth to meet his thrusts and your tongue twirled around his digits. You wished it was his cock, you wished you could taste his precum on your tongue.

He slapped your pussy, you flinched and gagged around his fingers. The sound bounced back against the walls of the stairwell. “That’s my good girl.” He spanked it again. The slaps were quick, he was not even trying to make them hurt. He was just riling you up for his own viewing pleasure of watching you fall apart under his hands.

Tears leaked from your closed eyes when Jake finally pulled his fingers out of your mouth. He smeared some more of your spit over your chin as you smiled.

He moaned as you enjoyed it. He, too, enjoyed making you look so messy and pretty for him. All the expensive clothes and jewellery he gifted you could never make you look as beautiful as you did just now, and just like the countless other times he had you crying of pleasure and begging for more.

You were begging now too: for more friction on your clit, for his fingers to stretch open your dripping pussy and, even better, for his cock to fill you up.

After a bunch of other pussy slaps that made your skin tingle, Jake pulled down his pants and underwear to the middle of his thighs. He smeared the drops of precum across his tip and used his hand that was wet from your pussy to lube himself up. “I’ve been thinking of this pussy all day long.” He groaned as he spoke, brushing his tip through your wet folds.

Your legs parted even more open as you leaned on the windowsill. The two of you moaned at the same time when he pushed himself in your entrance. Your breath got stuck in your throat and the burning sensation quickly ignited your body all the way to your core.

He kept pushing, and not slowly.The desire to feel you wrapped around him paired with the urgency of being done before getting caught had Jake going faster than usual. Soon enough, your walls gripped on all of his length and he let out another loud grunt. He leaned down, the fabric of his pink shirt tickled the exposed skin of your ass. He asked you how you managed to not make a puddle at the game from how wet you were for him.

Your response only came in a long, loud moan that was interrupted by the noise of a door opening a few levels above your head.

Jake brought both of his hands to your mouth, covering it to muffle all of your noises and only let you breathe through your nose. If you both prayed hard enough, maybe the intruder would leave without catching a glimpse of the two of you.

Your bottom halves were exposed, Jake’s pelvis rested against your ass and his cock was filling you up to the brim. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as you felt small strokes that increased in speed as the noise from upstairs faded.

“Jesus fucking Christ.” Jake chuckled as he started to properly fuck you, his skin slapping on yours from his steady thrusts. “That was a close call.”

You hummed against his hands, still unable to respond.

“I felt you clenching on my cock.” He remained pressed against you and made your legs shake from both the weight of him and the weight of the pleasure that was spreading through your body. “I know you liked that.” His left hand stayed on your mouth but his left one slid down your body to meet with your slick pussy. “You like putting on a show, don’t you?”

You tried to speak the words ‘yes Daddy’ but only incoherent noises left your mouth.

His lips curled into a big smile. “That’s my good girl.”

The windowsill created indents on the skin of your arms from how much you relied on it to hold you up. You even struggled to keep your head up to look at the blurry views of the Eiffel tower and historical buildings. With Jake’s sharp and fast thrusts that kept pushing you forward and making your head bop like a silly toy and with his hand that roughly rubbed your clit from left to right, you were getting dizzy.

It took no time for Jake to get close, and for you to notice it too. His grunts were low and he breathed heavily behind you. He, too, was mumbling nonsense to rile the two of you up and take you over the edge. Praises about how you were “so fucking wet” and how “your pussy was made for this cock” resonated in the room until he stopped his thrusts for good. He focused on you.

He rubbed your clit in tight circles at the perfect speed. He let you clench on his cock and moan at the feeling of him inside you. The noises coming out of your mouth let him know he was doing everything right. He pushed the index and middle fingers of the hand that was trying — and failing — to keep you quiet in your mouth to prevent you from alerting the whole building.

“That’s it baby, give it to me.” With a few more seconds of your slick walls clenching around him, he shot his load inside of you. At that very moment, Jake was the one who needed to be gagged so he was not so loud. Ropes of cum filled you up and the grip of your pussy on him only made his cock throb more.

But you loved his noises, and you loved the way he made those waves of pleasure wash over your body as you came not long after him. Your orgasm made you dizzier than what it took to get you there. One by one, your thoughts started to come back to you and you put the puzzle pieces together. You almost got caught. There was no way you could hang out in the stairwell and take it for a second round without getting caught. Your ears started to buzz at the idea and when you tried to tell Jake that it was time to hurry up, he pulled out.

“Shit,” He ignored your whining about the sudden emptiness and adjusted your panties quickly. “Act normal.” Jake told you, the stern tone of his voice did not pair well with the sight you caught of his face that looked as fucked out as yours.

You flattened your skirt in confusion as Jake fixed the rest of his clothes. You finally realized what had caused such havoc: other people had entered the stairwell and were walking downstairs, in your direction. There was no way you would pass off as someone who acted normal in the slightest. You had spit, sweat and tears on your face and your weak knees made it incredibly hard to stand still. Even while holding on Jake’s arm and leaning on him, you were shaking like the branches of the trees outside. That breeze would have been more than welcome while you sat outside during the tennis game.

Jake laughed quietly at your pathetic attempts and, when the people finally walked besides you to go to the lower staircases, he helped you out by planting a kiss on your lips. He avoided the possibility of small talk and he also turned your brains into complete mush. That was the smartest idea he had all day.

It did not last for long. At the second the strangers were out of sight, Jake’s hand slid between your closed legs to cup your pussy over your panties. Sure enough, they were soaked and so were your inner thighs. Your felt him smile against your lips before he broke the kiss.

“Those panties are completely useless.” He stated the obvious with a light shrug. He reached both of his hands between your legs and pulled hard enough on the wet fabric to tear it apart so he could take it off for you. “You look so pretty for me, dripping with my cum like that.”

You watched him with your jaw dropped and glossy eyes while he put the ruined lingerie in the pocket of his pink shirt. The wetness would soak through it too, but you doubted that he cared much about that detail.

He grabbed your hand, his fingers still sticky from touching your panties. “Come on, baby. We’ll order some room service.” He pulled you along until you found the closest exit out of the stairwell. Neither of you were capable of using the stairs, at least not for their intended purpose. “Wanna bet on something else?” He ignored the way you shook your head in disapproval of whatever idea had popped above his head like a cartoon light bulb. “I bet that my cum will still be dripping out of you by the time we make it up to our room.”

You awkwardly walked with your legs closed and avoided looking at anything except Jake and the elevator you were headed towards. “And I bet it will have dripped down my legs.” You whispered when you got in the elevator. Much to your dismay, you were not alone.

Jake seemed content with your reply and, before pressing a kiss on your temple, he added a counteroffer to his bet. “In that case, I’ll have to add more where it came from. I need a new lock screen anyway so I’ll take a few photos of how beautiful my baby looks.”

[suzyandthefox]

Predator

Yet another vore Drabble

But this one is very personal, as it's from my (Suzy's creator) perspective if I was a pred.

Soft safe g/t F/F vore (What a shock I know)

Generally angsty, mild violence warning, mild mentions of throwing up (for those who have emetophobia) , but happy ending I swear

(SFW interaction only, I'm going to turn you into red toothpaste if you try and sexualise this)

Taglist: @pineappleparfaitie @opikarts @dav8530 @flights-of-fangcy (ask to be added or removed)

Word count: 1360

I don't remember what started it.

I don't remember what is it that made us yell into each other, what is it made me shout, growl, and pull at Suzy's thin pink tail.

But I knew that I wanted to be heard, I wanted her to listen.

In the hell that I was raised in, I was never allowed to speak, never to even breathe against the will of others, never to emit a noise beyond submissive, faint agreements, only a shallow doll.

And I never shut up, I bottled all my words,all my anger, and every time I spoke, it would all come spilling.

"Listen to me!" I shouted at Suzy "What's the point of having such large ears if you wouldn't use them for what god intended you to use them for!"

She protested at me, tried to retort,but it only made my blood boil, my fangs grinded at each other, my claws dug into the wood of the table.

Listen to me, Listen to me, Listen to me!!

"I'm not going to continue talking if you are going to keep talking like this!" The mouse girl protested and gave me her back, about to walk away.

I pulled her from her tail, and in a cruel fist I almost crushed her soft little frame, it was identical to a stress ball, I hate that I made this comparison.

"Did I say you can leave?!" My voice came seething, a sharp hiss that scared me more than it scared her.

I stare into her, she was small, round, with soft blonde fur on her large mouse ears, two large braided pig tails , a chubby body completely covered in freckles, and the dainty little green dress.

Seizing her did not calm my anger one bit, it had enraged me more, I was afraid she would run away...

Run away and leave me forever.

I will lose her.

I couldn't handle even the idea of it, and combined with her squirms and fights against me, and my frustrations, a primal desire I didn't know I possessed awoke in me.

I drew sharp breaths as I stared intently again, and something about my gaze must've changed, because Suzy cowered into herself when she looked at me.

"Fox?"

Her wide, frightful green eyes made me grin, I felt dominant,I felt that I was in control, It was intoxicating.

Knowing me, I should've stopped there, but I was... Hungry.

Hunger was clawing at my innards like a rampant caged beast.

I am human, at least I think I am, but it was moments such as these that made me question what I was.

It happened in the blink of an eye,in a quick, swift motion, I shoved Suzy into my mouth.

Fabric, hair, fur brushed against my tongue and palate, I coughed and my throat spasmed, it didn't help that she was fighting for her life in there.

But still I closed my jaws around her, by a miracle I dodged her miniscule little limbs and didn't bite them off.

I savoured her for a moment, my tongue probed around the shivering little form in my mouth.

Candied strawberries, I forgot -or rather gave up thinking- about the fact that Suzy was a person of her own, a sentient being.

My mind blanked, there was a sweet little strawberry in my mouth, one that I'm going to swallow whole.

I gently slurped her tail in like a noodle.

It didn't help that her protests and fights died down into weak inaudible sobs, I was in delight at her taste.

I swallowed, and she was akin to cold water going down my throat.

My throat is sensitive, I thought I will just spit her out, I never thought I would actually succeed at swallowing a tiny, I never thought I would actually be a real... Predator.

But the horrifying realisation dawned on me when I felt her weight slowly going my throat, my hands instinctively lifted to my chest as she slowly descended behind my heart and kept going.

Fuck no, no no no no! Suzy!

I devoured my best friend ... whole and alive!

The weight dropped in my stomach just as my heart dropped, I felt her squirms inside me.

They were horrible.

I had fantasized about what it would feel like to have a tiny in my stomach, squirming and flailing and such, other preds keep saying it feels great to have them struggling in there.

It wasn't, its awful, I know damn well the being inside isn't supposed to be inside!

My stomach churned and ached, it was already a fragile organ that was agitated by the tiniest bit of stress, now it was full on assaulting both me and my little prisoner, who wouldn't just take it.

I was reminded, in the worst way possible, that Suzy has claws, because she used them to shred me from the inside.

Yes, her bites and claws will do minimal damage to me, but my god did they hurt, they hurt so much that I curled into myself in my chair, my face buried in my hands and my knees pressing to my elbows.

A fetal position, I was just as mortified as she was.

"Suzy..." I begged her as my tears fell, I shivered as she did, my voice died down and it was only pathetic whines and sobs.

We both curled into ourselves and cried for a while, sharing a tearful moment as we both tried to understand what happened.

I felt Suzy against the walls of my stomach, hugging folds of flesh in her miniscule paws, and she continued crying, but only this she wasn't trying to stay away, quite the opposite.

"I'm sorry, I'm very very sorry" We both said it, the tension eased.

I relaxed myself and sighed heavily, I never thought I would actually get to this point, but I had already known about my powers that would keep Suzy safe.

Due to my... nature, I was mostly inorganic, my material would change depending on the day, at that exact moment I was paper and so I could only consume things similar to me, things made of paper as well.

So having an organic being inside me wouldn't hurt them,as I was, in some way, just one big elaborate piece of origami.

"You know that you are... safe, right? You know I would never hurt you..."

My voice came as a quiet slurry of tearful words.

"Yes... But I was still scared, I panicked... Are you okay?"

"Yep! Completely fine!" I lied through my teeth. "Are you okay?"

"Not my first time being eaten!" Correct, it wasn't.

But it definitely was the most chaotic for her.

"I'm sorry I yelled at you" I told her weakly "And for eating you, and for pulling your tail... Dear god, what kind of awful being am I?"

"You aren't awful! You were just... confused! It happens!" She gently reassured me through sweet touches to my innards, still it didn't undo her scratches at me.

"Let me just look up a way to make myself throw up, I need to let you out" I told her as I grabbed my phone.

"You actually don't know how?!"

"Relax, mousey, not like I'm going to digest you or anything." I poked my stomach with my free hand. "You deserve to be imprisoned for your crimes against me anyway."

"It's just... You keep saying you want to be like those other ... predators, but now that you actually ate a tiny, you can't actually let them out?" She kicked me.

"As plankton said, Never thought I would get this far. By the way, I'm going to put you in the pickle jar again as soon as I spit you out."

"Why?!"

"Because you shredded my stomach like it was cheese, you little prick!"

I gave a slap to my stomach, and I heard the audible "oof", we shared a laugh at the absurd situation.

Holding my best friend, safe and warm inside me, I can absolutely understand the appeal of it...

But I'm absolutely not going to do it again.

[anodeorain]

Lady Dimitrescu x Y/N

Tags: cigarettes, alcohol

Notes: this one is a nameless drabble. I’ve been feeling kinda down for few days now and this came out. hope, you enjoy.

Another sleepless night. Another careless walk around the giant castle. Your steps echoes through the hall as you sneak around the dim lit rooms. The silence sends shivers down your spine, you even can hear your own heartbeat.

You hold the candle that barely illuminates the hall. Gliding your fingers against the cold sharp wall you continue your small journey to the library. The windows are covered with thick materials. You never knew why but other maids gossiped about it, saying there are formidable things outside you never wish to see. You shiver just from the thought of it but keep walking. Finally, you reach the stairs. You’ve been working here for the past few years, you obviously know every inch of stair’s floorboards and which of them creak and crunch under your feet.

You quietly walk upstairs, as slow as you can, making sure you make no sounds. As you get on the third floor you look around, ensuring you’re all alone. You see familiar door. The one that leads to the huge library with impressive amount of books. But still there’s another door, you can’t say anything about it. It’s been locked since your arrival.

You can notice a thin stream of light on the floor from behind the secret chamber’s door. It’s slightly ajar, you can say. It’s the first time you catch such thing. You spin your head around, making sure for one last time there’s no other soul on the floor, before quietly sneaking toward the massive ornamental wooden door.

You pull the doorknob just a little more, tiptoeing inside. The room is large, walls painted mostly in green. The huge lacquered piano stays in the middle of the room. The room also has a small loggia and few coffee tables with couches around them. Seems like someone gave performances here long time ago. The layer of dust covers everything in this room, including dried flowers in luxury decorated vases.

Two candles on top of piano’s music shelf lit up the room. Candles stay on both sides of handwritten sheet music. You take a look at it but you can’t distinguish anything. You slowly reach your hand to the keys, touching them with the tips of your fingers. They feel sleek and chill under your fingers.

Heavy clicking sounds echoes through the third floor and you gasp, turning your head toward the door. You immediately head off to the darkest corner of the room, covering your mouth with your hands as you sit on the floor, too terrified to breathe.

You and Lady Dimitrescu have been in a weird sort of relationship for about a year now. She let you sleep with her in her bed sometimes. She treats you with delicious food twice a week. She gives you an opportunity to take a bath in her own bathtub. You are have sex but still, Alcina is a dark horse. She delicately avoids most of topics you want to discuss with her. You’re lucky enough if The Lady is in a good mood which means you will not be punished for bringing some topics up. You barely know her, you can’t read her emotions and you never know what’s on her mind.

The door opens slowly and a tall figure ducks through the door. It’s the countess. She wears a long dark crimson nightgown and black heels. Her hat is placed on top of her head. Sometimes you think she never takes it off. The dim light from candles frames her curvy silhouette. The Lady looks around, placing the large bottle and her favorite crimson goblet of one of her wines on the tiny table nearby the piano. She frowns for a second before taking a seat at the piano.

Her long pale fingers touch the piano keys. The sound of the first note echoes loudly in the room and your heart starts thumping against your rib cage even harder. Lady Dimitrescu presses another key and another and another until the beautiful, sad music comes together. You see Alcina tapping the foot as she plays, her nimble fingers going over the keys over and over, sticking every note. It does sound magnificent. You even could compare that to some famous compositors. You never knew your Lady is the one herself.

The countess stops playing. She opens the bottle of wine, pouring some into the goblet. She swirls the wine in it before gulping the wine and pouring some more. She takes a pack of cigarettes, lights one up. The harsh smell of tobacco comes across the room and reaches your sensitive nostrils. You squeeze your nostrils with your fingers, breathing through your mouth now as you are about to sneeze. The Lady puts one hand on the keys, tapping them slowly as she keeps smoking and sipping the wine.

“Did you enjoy my performance?”

She asks, her voice is cold yet you can tell she’s smirking. Alcina doesn’t turn to you, she takes her goblet and gulps the wine.

“How do you know I’m here?”

“Oh, Draga Mea, I can smell your blood rushing through your veins from miles away. Such a divine scent of fear.”

Lady’s voice becomes lower and she slowly turns around on her chair, facing you now.

“Such an rebellious pet. I bet, you earned a punishment today.”

A devilish grin comes upon her crimson lips, sending chills down your spine. Alcina beckons you with her finger and you slowly walk toward her, tugging on your dress as your anxiety level increases. Lady Dimitrescu seems tranquil and you can notice sadness in her eyes.

“What’s the matter, Alcina?”

You ask in a soft tone. She doesn’t respond. The countess wraps her muscular arm around your waist and pulls you close, letting you sit on her lap. You look up at her, catching sorrowful smile. She hands you her crimson goblet.

“Be a dear, hold it for a minute, pet.”

You carefully hold the goblet as Alcina pours herself more wine. It’s sticky and smells like blood, you scrunch your nose and she lets out a chuckle. She puts the bottle away and gently wraps her large palm around your wrist, pulling your arm up. Her dark cherry lips wrap around the rim of the goblet as she sips the wine. The bloody liquid runs down her chin. You stare at her open mouthed as she continues sipping the wine. The view puts you in a trance. You reach your hand to her face, gently wiping the wine off her face with your thumb. She lets out another low chuckle and rolls her eyes.

Finally, Alcina takes the empty goblet away from your small hand and smiles, placing it on the table. You keep your gaze at her and she raises an eyebrow at you.

“What is it, Y/N?”

She asks and you shake your head lightly, blushing. You feel embarrassed and want the ground to swallow you up. Lady Dimitrescu laughs, running her hand through your hair, bowing down to kiss the top of your head.

You both sit like this for few minutes. Alcina passes her hand through your hair and you lean against her chest, enjoying the physical contact. The countess stares at nowhere, deep in her thoughts and you can not let yourself to disturb her. She speaks first.

“I feel so betrayed. I am doing my best to be greatest in her eyes. I deserve it… To be worthy of her attention and love. I demonstrate her my honor and loyalty and it is still not enough.”

The countess sighs as she finishes her small monologue and lights a cigarette, her lips tremble as she takes a drag. She pulls you closer to her body, you feel the coldness of her pale grayish skin. Alcina’s shoulders shake slightly and she presses her fist against her mouth. She takes a deep breath before looking down at you.

“They are better. Heisenberg hates her, Moreau is a hideous whiner and Donna is a creepy lunatic. And yet, I am not the one to merit her consideration. Dear, dear… How very unfortunate.”

Lady Dimitrescu lets out a muffled snigger and looks down at you again. She puts her forefinger under your chin, tilting it up, making you look at her. Surprisingly, you don’t see a single tear in her dead, ashy eyes, that used to glow with vivid gold.

Alcina stays quiet, staring into your eyes, looking for support and care. Her eyes stray around your face, almost crying out for help. You cup her face, caress her cheeks with your thumbs, feeling her leaning into the touch. Your eyes locked to one another’s. She is the first to make a move. The countess lean closer, pressing her bitten lips against yours, leaving a red mark on them. The kiss is soft yet sorrowful. She pulls away, looking away from you.

“You may go, Y/N. It is getting late, you should get a proper amount of sleep.”

Lady’s voice is cold again, there is no space for emotions anymore.

“No.”

You disobey, making Alcina feel annoyance.

“Listen. I don’t need any pity and sympathy. These feelings are miserable.”

She spits out the last word, seizing a bottle by the neck, raising it toward her lips.

“I want to stay to make sure you’re okay. I wish I could show you the sympathy but I’m aware, you don’t appreciate that kind of emotions. ”

Lady Dimitrescu stays silenced, not being able to respond to your words. Thousand of thoughts run through her head and she sighs.

“Play your song again for me, Alcina. Please.”

[kindersurprisebacterium]

Bloody, Dead, and Sexy (DabiHawks/reader)

CW: threesome, knifeplay, choking, biting, spit, double penetration, rough sex, overstimulation, murder (not reader), blood

WC: 2.8k

Gender neutral AFAB reader

Title is the name of a band btw

The door squeaked as I pulled it open, rusty springs being nudged to life and quickly shooting back to a resting position. A rush of warmth from the space heaters wafted over my frigid skin. My eyes scanned the room before settling on a partially covered head of blonde hair.

“You got a light?” I asked, stepping toward the disheveled couch. The man reached for a pink lighter that sat on the fold-out table. He handed the lighter over to me. I grasped it in my frigid hand as my other fumbled through my pockets. I pulled out a single cigarette, perched it between my lips, and sparked the light. I held the flame up to the end of my cigarette and watched as small plumes of smoke began to rise. Pulling the light away, I held it out for the blonde and sat beside him. 

“Kinda dead tonight, huh?” I mumbled as I took a drag. 

“Maybe twenty, twenty-five. I forget how many I invited.” He spoke with a self-assured tone and a crooked smile. 

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry, I guess I didn’t realize you were the host,” I mumbled, looking across the room for an ashtray. “Let me put this out-”

“You’re fine, man, It’s all good.” He chuckled, putting his arm over the back of the couch. “It was mainly my…friend's idea to have this whole thing. I just wanted to get high and kick back.” He flashed a toothy grin and ran his fingers through his messy blonde locks. I quickly looked away as my cheeks began to heat up.

“I think I was gonna head out, but that sounds like a nice evening,” I smiled as smoke poured from my nostrils. 

“Come on, you’re here now. Why don’t you join me,” he leaned in, eyes flicking across my face. “Take some pills and play games with me.” He plucked the cigarette from between my lips and took a drag. His golden eyes were locked onto mine. His painted fingers tapped against the cigarette as he awaited my answer. 

“Okay,” I said with a small smile. He inhaled, hands reaching into his hoodie pocket. He pulled out a clattering bottle of pills and twisted the lid open. 

“Open your mouth,” He mumbled as he took a pill between his fingers. My eyes darted across the room as an intense heat sparked in my face. I opened my mouth and watched as he placed the pill onto my tongue. I closed my lips around his fingers and swallowed. His fingers nudged my mouth open, aureate eyes looked at my tongue. His lips curled up into a smile. He removed his saliva-soaked fingers from my mouth, only to grab another pill, this time one for himself. After swallowing he took a drag from the cigarette. The embers had consumed most of it. He snuffed the ashes out in an ashtray. He quickly leaned forward, hands coming to push at my puffer jacket. 

“It’s a bit too warm for this,” he spoke, eyes scanning up and down my body. “The pills make you feel warm too,” he pulled the jacket away from my arms and let it drop to the floor. I impulsively reached out and tugged at his hoodie. He chuckled as I pulled the fabric from his body. I couldn’t help but stare at his muscular frame. 

“I thought you’d have something on under that…” I mumbled as I handed the hoodie back to him. 

“It’s laundry day,” He shrugged, leaning in. He gripped onto the arm of the couch, caging me against the plush fabric. “You feelin’ anything?” He asked, chapped lips just barely brushing against my neck. A rush of euphoria flooded my senses, whether it was his touch or the pill, I didn’t know. I nodded. He pressed his lips against my neck. His hand moved from the couch to my thigh, tugging my body further down the couch. 

“What was that?” I asked, hooking my legs around his hips.

“Oxy.” He smirked as he rolled his hips against mine. I could feel his stiffening cock through the layers of denim that separated us. I whimpered and gripped his arm. Just over the sound of our voices and the faint pounding music ringing from the house arose a scream. My body stiffened, eyes jutting toward the door. 

“Baby, I’ve got you. Probably just pushed someone into the pool,” he slid his hand up my shirt. His frigid hands made goosebumps rise on my skin.

“It’s cold out though,” I mumbled. His other hand quickly yanked my jeans down my legs. I unhooked my legs from around his waist. “What if someone comes in?” I asked, gripping his wrist tight.

“It’s my fuckin house, I’ll do whatever I want,” he pushed my shoes off of my feet and continued tugging my jeans down my legs. Once they were off, he sat back on his shins, looking over my partially unclothed body. 

“What’s your name?” I asked, grabbing his hand and guiding his fingers to the waistband of my underwear.

“Keigo,” he smirked as he began tugging my underwear down. The seams creaked as he roughly pulled the fabric from my body. 

The door suddenly pushed open, I quickly grabbed my jeans and pulled the denim over my bare legs. My gaze darted to the door. A man with jet-black hair stood in the door frame. I quickly sat up off of the couch and pushed my body toward Keigo as my eyes met the splatters of blood that decorated his white shirt. The man dropped the stained knife in his hand. The metal clattered as it hit the concrete floor. 

“Bitch wouldn’t stop running,” the man groaned as he stepped toward us. He leaned in, pressing a kiss to Keigo's lips as if he’d done it a million times before. Then his cerulean eyes dropped to me. My body was still pressed against Keigo. “Well you’re cute, ain’t ya?” He grinned, reaching out to grab my chin. “Forgive me for barging in so suddenly, but I think you were about to fuck my boyfriend,” his tongue darted out and licked across his lips. Despite my previous shock, I melted into his touch. My shoulders dropped, fingers losing their grip as I let my body loosen up. He leaned in, pressing his lips to mine. I gripped his shirt with one of my hands and tugged the bloodstained cotton over his head. He broke from my lips just to pull the tainted shirt off. Keigo pushed me back onto the couch. I waited as the two men sat on either side of me. 

“Dabi, go get the lube,” Keigo pointed to a table in the corner of the room. The brunette got up off of the couch, cushions dipping as he moved. Keigo's hands pulled at my top. I let him slip the shirt over my head, leaving me completely bare. 

“This doesn’t seem fair,” I mumbled as I undid the button on his jeans. He bit down on his bottom lip and watched as I pulled his cock out. Spitting into the palm of my hand, I guided my slick fingers over his length and began stroking him. 

“Fuck-“ he groaned, hips bucking into my hand. He grabbed my face, pulling me close and smashing his lips against mine. The couch dipped as dabi sat next to me. His warm lips trailed across my shoulder. His fingers kneaded the flesh of my thigh. He tugged my leg so it sat on top of his lap, leaving me spread open. He spit onto his fingers and brought the soaked digits to my cunt. The tips of his fingers started moving in slow circles around my clit. My lips broke from Keigo. 

“Dabi,'' I whimpered as I palmed his hard cock through his blood-stained jeans. 

“You like that?” He chuckled as he slid his fingers down to my entrance. He slowly slipped inside of me and started a rough, slow pace. I nodded and leaned in to press a sloppy, open-mouthed kiss to his lips. He pulled back. A glimpse of silver caught my eye. He flicked open a switchblade and pointed the tip at me. 

“Use your words.” He grunted. 

“I like it,” my words came out as a jumbled mess. “Mm, faster please,” I whimpered. He smirked and brushed the edge of the blade across my shoulder. He put pressure on the steel with his hands. A sharp sting pricked my skin. My breath hitched as his fingers sped up with every centimeter of skin he sliced. A flood of endorphins made my body quake. I clenched around his fingers as I came, gripping his wrist tight. My other hand stalled its movements as a haze washed over my brain. 

“Keigo, I think we got a real whore on our hands,” Dabi chuckled, bringing his soaked fingers to his lips. He moaned and stuck out his fingers for the blonde. Keigo opened his mouth and brought the fingers over his tongue, closing his lips and sucking roughly. Keigo moaned and pulled off of the fingers with a pop. He stood up off of the couch and moved between my legs. I watched as he tugged me toward the edge of the couch. His hot breath tickled my skin. His tongue darted out and quickly flicked over my clit. My hips jerked forward, my fingers locking onto his hair. A burning sharp sensation on my stomach jerked my attention away from the blonde. 

“Stay still,” a set of half-lidded cerulean eyes stared me down. He pulled the blade away and gripped the handle between his teeth. He began to ease his jeans over his hips. His flushed cock sprang free and hit his abdomen. I glanced down, noticing the array of silver that adorned his length. He gripped my chin tightly. The cool metal of his rings pricked my skin.

“Look at me, baby,” he smirked as he began stroking himself. I quickly glanced down at his cock. Another prick of sharp pain sprung up from my thigh. “Up here,” he spoke sternly. 

“Mm fuck- sorry,” my voice was broken, my words came out as high-pitched sighs between breathy moans. 

“You better be,” He said, pressing his lips to mine. Keigo slipped two fingers into my cunt. My thighs began to quake, muscles aching as I forced myself to stay still. Keigo moaned against my core, sending vibrations straight to my overstimulated nerves. Dabi pulled back, blue eyes scanning over my face. 

“He’s good with his tongue, ain’t he?” He said with a sigh as he stroked his cock faster. I could merely muster up an “mhm” as my body lit up. “You gonna cum, baby?” He said, pinching one of my nipples. Again, I could only speak in broken, incoherent mumbles. My hips jolted, toes curling as I came. A desperate cry slipped from my tongue. I leaned against Dabi, my body falling onto the cushions as he stood up.

“You okay, baby?” Hawks asked, peppering gentle kisses over my cheeks. He slipped his hands underneath my hips and turned me so my body was parallel to the couch. He quickly stepped out of his pants and moved to kneel between my legs. I hooked my legs around his hips, pulling him closer to my aching core. Dabi handed him the bottle of lube and a condom before removing his pants. Keigo popped the cap open and drizzled some over the length of his now-wrapped cock. I reached forwards, wrapping my hand around his cock and smearing the cool liquid over his heated skin. 

“You want me to fuck You?” He asked as he brushed the tip of his cock against my cunt. I nodded, teeth sinking into my bottom lip. His hand wrapped around my throat, fingers squeezing my carotids. I gasped, tongue lolling out of my mouth. “Want me to fill this pretty cunt?” He grunted as he slowly pushed the head of his cock into my entrance. “Fuck,” Keigo grunted. My blurred vision focused on the man behind him. His painted nails sunk into Keigos as he slowly sunk inside the blonde. Keigo pushed further in. His golden eyes rolled to the back of his skull as he started rough thrusts. His hands moved onto the armrest as he used the leverage to fuck me hard. My body bounced with the force of the two men.

“You’re sucking me in, baby” Keigos voice came out as a high-pitched whine of sorts. 

“I’m fucking that cunt next,” dabi mumbled as he kissed Keigos neck. 

“Mmf fuck-sogood,” Keigo moaned. Sweat began to drip down his forehead, rolling off his chin and down his toned chest. He brought one of his hands to my clit, index, and middle finger circling the overstimulated skin. My back arched off the bed. A suffocating heat wrapped itself around my body as I drew close to another orgasm. 

“Harder,” I squeaked. The couch cushions began to creak as I dug my nails into the fabric. My head began to smack against the armrest with the force of his hips. My breath left my chest, mouth agape as I panted. 

“I’m close, gonna cum in you,” he groaned, circling his fingers faster.

“Fuck!” The word fell off of my tongue, “cum for me, cum!” I panted. I gripped his biceps. Red streaks sprang up from his flushed skin as I scratched at his arms. His eyes squeezed shut, nose scrunching as he came. Static washed over me as my body was flung into another orgasm. My sore muscles and aching nerves cried for relief. The couch quickly shifted. 

“Hey,” dabi tapped my face. The white taking over my vision began to dim, revealing the flushed face of the brunette. He was smirking, canines showing as his eyes flicked over my fucked out form. “You on the pill?” He asked as he pulled the condom from his cock. I nodded and leaned forward to kiss him. He bit down on my bottom lip before pulling back to look at me again. “Good ‘cause I haven’t cum yet and I wanna fuck you raw,” he said, lining himself up with my cunt, “you want that?” He asked as he toyed with my chest. 

“Fuck me,” I mumbled. He stuck two fingers in my mouth, pulling my jaw down. He spat into my mouth, laughing as I quickly swallowed.

“Fuckin’ slut.” He groaned as he slipped inside me. He grabbed my calves and swiftly brought my knees to my chest, folding my body in half. He started a relentless pace, earning squeaks and creaks from the couch below us. “Oh fuck yeah, you like that?” He grunted as he leaned down to kiss me. His lips trailed down my jaw to my neck. I moaned as his teeth sunk into my skin. Something close to a growl emitted from his throat as he clamped down on my skin. He pulled back, just to mash his crimson-stained lips against mine. 

“Babe, you want in on this? ‘Cause I’m about to cum soon,” Dabi spoke between grunts. Blonde locks soon appeared by my side. The two men flipped me onto my front, laying on top of dabi. The brunette pressed a kiss against my cheek as he slid inside me once more. Cold, wet fingers prodded at my ass. Keigo pressed kisses along my bloodied shoulder. He slid his fingers inside, whispering praises with every inch. I moaned and leaned forward to press my chest against dabi. 

“They’re clenching hard,” Dabi said with a laugh as he wrapped his arms around me. “Put it in,”

I was met with a burning, stretching feeling. My eyes watered, clit throbbing as the pain blended with the pleasure of feeling utterly filled to the brim. The two started a slow pace as I adjusted to Keigo's cock. My voice was splintered, instead of moaning, I let out strained pants and clawed at Dabi’s shoulders. The slapping of flesh against flesh filled the room along with groans and grunts coming from the two. Their pace accelerated, and the movement of both of their cocks inside me was enough to flood my brain and scramble my thoughts. Drool spilled from my swollen lips as I approached another burning climax. 

“Mmmf want me to flood your cunt?” Dabi babbled as his thrusts became erratic. Keigo's grip on my hips tightened as he began to lose his tempo. My body began to quake in one final release. A scream crawled its way out of my chest, accompanying the flood of sensation that swept across my spent body. Trickling warmth spread through my insides as the two stalled their motions. 

“Shit…” Keigo muttered as He pulled out. A thud sounded throughout the room as he flung himself onto the other couch. Dabi held me tight, pressing kisses to my temples.

“Hey babe? Can we keep them?” He asked

Masterlist

[starsurfacemortalkombat]

Ik you just did this but can you do more regressor tomas with CG Johnny and Kenshi plss🙏🙏

THESE THREE CONSUME MY THOUGHTS AT EVERY WAKIJG MOMENT OF COURSE YOU CAN!!! <3 <3 <3

CG Johnny & Kenshi w/ Regressor Tomas

<3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

💨 Tomas can be a bit shy while regressing, really shy honestly

⭐️ ^ But over time he's become a lot more comfy being small around them

❤️ The only ‘problem’ be still has is that he still gets really shy baby regressing (restating but he regresses from about 1-4, and puppyspace)

💨 Mostly since he becomes very vulnerable and dependent in his babyspace, but he's slowly getting there

⭐️ Johnny and Kenshi ADORE Tomas when he small

❤️ Babyspace? Oh my goodness, he's so adorable, Kenshi!! Toddler? Johnny, Tomas drew me a picture and now we need to frame it. Puppyspace? My my, what a fierce little guy we have!!

💨 Tomas a small problem of pushing off his regression to the point that he involuntarily regresses, most times to babyspace, and desperately needs someone at his side

⭐️ Unfortunately most times Johnny and Kenshi are really busy, but they'll have Kuai Liang or Harumi or whoever with Tomas call them

❤️ Tomas is usually good with technology, but has a bad habit of gasping when he sees them and hitting the phone by trying to grab it, and ending the call by accident

💨 Que to him cryingly giving whoever watching him the phone so he can call them back, he's very upset that Daddy or Dada disappeared on him like that and will make sure to inform them >:(

⭐️ If he's a big bigger and regresses at the Shirai Ryu or Lin Kuei, they'll still do mostly facetime or Skype

❤️ If he regresses with them, most times at Cage's mansion, he get babied to the MAX

💨 Whether hes actually baby or not, he gets so, so spoiled

⭐️ Tomas eyed a new sippy cup? Oh, well it looks like Johnny got it already, and a bottle to go with it

❤️ Kenshi knows Tomas can easily walk or waddle, but its just easier to pick him up and carry him, isn't it?

💨 Johnny favorite activity is pinching Tomas's cheeks like a grandma and it makes Tomas so fussy and whiney

⭐️ Kenshi's favorite activity is when Tomas hides his face in his chest because he Johnny pinched his cheeks and now he has to hide his face from him >:(

❤️ Sometimes Tomas will babble and then hide in one of their shoulders, and he becomes really blushy and giggly afterwards because he's embarressed

💨 Johnny mainl nicknames for Tomas are Kiddo, Baby Boy, Smokey, Smokey Bear, Puppy, Sweetie, Tommy, and so, so many more

⭐️ Kenshi's main nicknames for Tomas are ‘Hun and Precious, sometimes he'll steal some from Johnny

❤️ Tomas calls Johnny ‘Daddy’ and Kenshi ‘Dada’

💨 Tomas really likes Kenshi's sword when he's small but will try to chew on it and pouts when it gets snatched from him

⭐️ Luckily though, Johnny can easily place his sunglasses on Tomas's face and Tomas has a new favorite item (will also try to put it in his mouth, but mainly likes judt wearing them)

❤️ Tomas really likes playing dress up with Johnny and Johnny adores jt!!!

💨 He can put Tomas into the cutest outfits if hes smaller, but if his about 4, he'll dress up in some of Johnny's old movie outfits

⭐️ And they'll have a mini photo shoot too!!! Johnny sometimes can convince Tomas to let him take really nice pictures of him doing certain poses from old movies (and they're like, nice professional photos with good lighting too, Johnny has a section dedicated for when he takes his own photos)

❤️ Luckily though, Johnny isn't as fussy about them being as perfect like he would be if Tomas wasn't regressed, he gets that they're just having fun

💨 Sometimes Tomas will dress as Johnny or Kenshi and try to act like them and gets very giggly if they cross their arms and give him the look

⭐️ Kenshi's really likes watching a movie and cuddling when Tomas is little, mostly because he can hold his baby for hours with little to no fuss

❤️ Personally, Tomas's favorite movies are almost every and all of Johnny's flicks, but Kenshi decided that he was too young for most of them >:( (too much gore or fighting that makes Tomas get really upset and start blubbering, asking if Daddy was going to be okay because he got beat up on screen 🥺)

💨 Tomas will insist that Kenshi picks most times, bjt Kenshi almost always persuades Tomas to tell him what he really wants to watch and then recomend that

⭐️ He doesnt actually care about the movie part himself, more that Tomas gets super clingy and will share his yummy snacks

❤️ Tomas knows he can get a reaction out of Johnny, and he'll use it to his advantage

💨 He’ll have Johnny open some oreos, then steal the whole container, and then offer Kenshi one and giggle as Johnny pouts about not getting any

⭐️ Johnny knows Tomas likes his facial reactions, and will over do them sometimes just for him

❤️ If Tomas does do something naughty and he's a bit bigger, Kenshi's usually the one to set his foot down

💨 Mostly because Johnny will let a lot of matters drop

⭐️ One look of ‘🥺’ and Johnny will fix up Tomas's mess and tell him why he can't do it again

❤️ Meanwhile Kenshi will help Tomas fix his mess and explain why he can't do such and such

💨 I'm totally not prompting my ao3 again, (id never do that you have no proof >:3), but there was a time period where Tomas refused to regress with anyone because they were all busy and he firmly believed that that meant he was wasting their time by regressing

⭐️ When the Kenshi and Johnny finally found out about they, they were actually so sad that they didn't realize beforehand

❤️ They just thought Tomas had a hard time regressing and got him some regressing items and it made Tomas break down

💨 It also kinda made Johnny break down because it reminded him of his time with Cris and how alone he felt while small

⭐️ Don't worry, everything's better now, and Tomas is getting better on communication <3

❤️ They think Tomas is the funniest thing when he's puppy regressed

💨 Mostly because he'll go from chewing on his stuffie, to trying to pounce the pillow because it looked at him funny, to falling off the couch because his hand slipped

⭐️ (^ He was okay, he just pouted as both Johnny and Kenshi laughed, the meanies)

❤️ One time Tomas was nawing on Kenshi's arm and Kenshi was totally fine with it until Tomas bite slightly too hard and Kenshi had a bite mark for a good few hours

💨 It also made Tomas absolutely blubber and apologize a million times because he didn't mean to!! He was just trying to mess around, he didn't wanna hurt Dada on purpose 🥺

⭐️ Luckily no true hard was done but Tomas was no longer allowed to naw on Kenshi's arm (he pouted but understood that he could hurt Dada again and didn't protest much)

❤️ Luckily though, Johnny got Tomas his first baby chewing toy and Tomas absolutely loved it

💨 Hates to admit it, but gets to distract when things jingle above him

⭐️ He could be pouting about being unable to have a sweet or because he did something naughty and got in a bit of trouble, and Kenshi will jingle his keys and suddenly Tomas thinks has a new toy to play with

❤️ Anything they jingle will become his until he finds something new that's his (found that out the hard way when they tried to take back Kenshi's keys)

<3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

Y'all I got so many more just of them, it's crazy. I like Smokencage so much 🥺

[thekinkyleopard]

Sick ‘n Tired

A Vaelyn and Kalypso Sick Fic

⚠️Content Warning⚠️

Sick Fic, Bickering, Toxic Relationship, Smut

Description: Vaelyn and Kalypso are both sick, stuck in bed together, what could go wrong?

Author’s Notes: Admittedly, I’m obsessed with these two 😩 *rattles the bars on my cage* they argue all day in my head and I just can’t get enough of it. What’s this say about me? I don’t know…enjoy my new favorite toxic dynamic making each other miserable 🤤 @aller-geez owns Vee and did the illustration as always 🥰

The room was a disaster. Tissues, crumpled and scattered, littered the bed and floor like confetti. Empty water bottles stood in haphazard clusters, their labels faded and peeling. Two forlorn figures lay on the rumpled sheets, looking as if they had been through hell and back. “Move the fuck over,” Vaelyn croaked, his voice strained from both illness and frustration. He nudged Kalypso with his foot, trying to make room on the too-small bed. His slender frame seemed too large for the space, like a puzzle piece forced into the wrong spot. “I can't breathe with you taking up all the air,” he looked over in her direction with darkened eyes and an exasperated expression.

Kalypso, who was currently buried under a fortress of blankets, coughed so hard it sounded like a walrus being strangled. Her one visible eye glared up at him with enough venom to drop a full-grown man. Unfortunately, Vaelyn was immune to her death stares—or perhaps just too exhausted to care. “Shut up, Vee. You’re hogging the good side of the bed,” She sniffled, her hand fumbling around for another tissue. Her fingers brushed over a pack, but before she could grab it, the lion snatched it out from under her nose.

“Ha!” he rasped triumphantly, shaking the precious pack of tissues in her face. “Mine,” he smirked with a faulty half grin, almost as if even the muscles in his face had a lack of energy to keep up.

“Are you serious right now?!” Kalypso lunged for it, but her blanket cocoon slowed her down. Vaelyn held the tissues just out of reach, his long arms proving infuriatingly effective.

“You’ll waste them,” he snapped, blowing his nose obnoxiously into one before tossing it onto the ever-growing mountain of used ones on the floor. “You always waste them. One sneeze and you grab three tissues like some kind of—”

Kalypso let out an indignant screech, cutting him off. “I’m not the one who sneezes like a damn freight train, you inconsiderate prick!” She sat up too fast, her head spinning from the movement. “Gods, you’re insufferable,” she brought her hands up to her temples, rubbing and massaging at them as a means of relief from the immediate throbs that followed her actions.

“Look who’s talking,” Vaelyn shot back, tossing his dark green hair dramatically, the yellow stripe catching the dim light. He coughed violently into his arm, his glowing red eye markings flickering faintly from sheer exhaustion. “You’ve been whining nonstop since we got sick. It’s like listening to a dying cat,” rolling his eyes as he fought to pull some of the blankets over his body, finding it almost impossible as the dense weight of Kalypso’s body held them tucked under her.

“Oh, I’m so sorry that my mortal suffering inconveniences His Highness,” Kalypso sneered, snatching the tissue pack from his lap when his guard was down. “Here’s a tissue for your delicate feelings, asshole,” sticking her tongue out at him defiantly.

Vaelyn rolled his pale blue-green eyes so hard it was a wonder they didn’t roll out of his head. “You’re so dramatic. You should’ve gone into theater instead of stripping,” he snickers at his own distasteful words, Lypsy giving him yet another cold, pointed stare

“Says the guy with medical tape on his nose,” she shot back, pulling at the blankets against him to try and bury herself back underneath them, but finding herself at a draw with Vaelyn gripping them for dear life to preserve what little he had in the first place. “Big talk for someone who makes a living off emo ass lyrics,”

“Oh, real fuckin’ nice,” Vaelyn groaned, flopping back against the pillows. He stared at the ceiling, his irritation mingling with the throbbing pain in his sinuses. “Not like that wasn’t the whole reason you started targeting me in the first place you lunatic,” his tired blues shooting in her direction from a judging side glance.

“You’re just mad because you can’t get rid of me,” Kalypso interrupted, her tone a saccharine hiss, as she leaned over him. “Admit it, Vee, You’d be lost without me,” the words falling off her lips in a smug triumph knowing full well he was just as equally to blame for their current relationship in the first place.

Vaelyn let out a sharp bark of laughter, though it was quickly choked by a hacking cough. He propped himself up on his elbows, the flush of fever evident on his pale features. His hazy blues blazed with frustration and exhaustion. "The only thing I'd lose is this migraine you call a relationship," he muttered, his voice hoarse.

"Relationship?" Kalypso echoed, her tone mocking and high-pitched. "Let's not sugarcoat this, Vaelyn. This is a hostage situation," She glared at him, her dark hair wild and disheveled from their struggle. The dim light in the small room cast shadowy patterns across her sharp features, highlighting the defiance in her expression.

“Yeah, me, I’m the hostage, every time I try to get away, you just haunt my dreams…literally,” Vaelyn muttered, reaching for the tissue pack again. Kalypso smacked his hand away, clutching it to her chest like it was a lifeline.

Her emerald gaze glinted with a feral intensity as she issued a warning, pulling back away from him as her sharp fangs glistened in the dim light. "Touch it," she growled, "and I'll bite,"

With equal parts amusement and annoyance, he retorted, "Bite me…” his mocking tone laced with venom. "And I'll be sure to tie you up for good measure," The tension between them crackled like electricity, a never-ending game of cat and mouse that neither was willing to back down from.

“Oh, promises, promises,” Kalypso drawled, her eye sparkled mischievously despite the dark circles under it. She slumped back against the headboard, coughing again and finally relinquishing a single tissue to him. “Here, Take your stupid tissue and choke on it,”

Vaelyn snatched it from her with a muffled grunt, pressing it to his nose with force. The sound of his nasal passage clearing echoed through the room in a loud wet honk. "Thanks," he said through stuffed nostrils, sarcasm dripping from his words. "You're a real saint," His tone laced with bitterness and perhaps a touch of resentment.

The room fell into an uneasy silence, broken only by their occasional sniffles and coughs. For a brief moment, they existed in something resembling peace, both too sick and tired to keep up the verbal sparring. “You know,” Kalypso muttered after a while, her voice softer, almost vulnerable. “You’re the only person I’d let see me like this,”

Vaelyn glanced at her, his sharp features softening ever so slightly. “Yeah, well… same,”

The tender moment between them was abruptly shattered as Kalypso's hands balled into fists and she forcefully shoved him, knocking him off the bed. He tumbled to the ground, his breath knocked out of him. She towered over him with a smug look from the edge of the bed. "And stay on the floor, you tissue hogging bastard," she spat before retreating back to her comfortable nest.

“Unbelievable,” Vaelyn grumbled from the floor, glaring up at her. “I hate you,”

Kalypso smirked, curling back up in her blanket cocoon. “Like wise, dick for brains,”

Vaelyn groaned as he pulled himself up off the floor, rubbing his temples, fighting the sheer urge to get back at her for having to even put up with her in these conditions in the first place, let alone the violence that came with it. “You know,” he started, his tone a dangerous mix of sarcasm and disdain, “I’ve met demons less spiteful than you,”

Kalypso, lounging like a smug cat in her blanket nest, sniffled audibly before shooting back, “Yeah? Maybe you should call one of them. I hear they’re great at babysitting pathetic, tissue-stealing man-babies,”

“Man-baby?!” Vaelyn’s pale blue-green eyes flashed with incredulity. His mouth opened to retort, but the telltale twitch of his nose stopped him. He froze for a moment, one hand hovering in the air as his breath hitched. “Heh… hh—hhh—EISHHH!-isshh!-’shhh!—hhHHEEHH-EESSHHHhhuh!” The sneeze was so forceful it left him doubled over, his lanky frame leaning against the bed for support.

“Jesus, Vee,” Kalypso groaned, glaring at him. “Could you be any louder? One would think you just summoned a Drekavac,” She rolled her eye in exaggerated annoyance, grabbing a tissue and chucking it at his head. Despite the fact she would normally turn into a dog in heat at this particular sight and situation, she was far too overwhelmed with the all consuming heat and throbbing that took residence within her head. The only thing she could think about was how desperate she was to feel better and get back on with her life.

Vaelyn caught it mid-air, his movements sluggish as he wiped his nose with an annoyed grunt. “Like I can control it,” he muttered. “Unlike someone who sneezes like a broken wind-up toy,” his lips pulling into a half smirk at the accuracy of his comment.

Kalypso’s eye narrowed. “What the fuck is that supposed to mean?” She sat up straighter, the tension making her blanket fortress slide off her shoulders.

“Just saying,” Vaelyn replied, flopping back onto the bed beside her, “you sound like you’re strangling a hamster every time you sneeze. It’s unnatural,” his shoulders fell into a nonchalant shrug, doing his best to fight back the urge to laugh at his own come backs.

Kalypso’s nostrils flared, her hands instinctively moving to adjust her piercings as she prepared to verbally eviscerate him. But before she could get the words out, her nose crinkled, and her breaths turned shallow. “Hhh…hiiiIHH’nxgt! Huhhh… H’NgXt! Hiih’n’G-kT—!” Each sneeze came out blocked, the dissatisfaction of her strangled explosions causing her to feel woozy. Her head snapping forward slightly with every stifled expulsion as her chest tightened and ribs struggled to expand. “H’GNXT! KA’GXT! H’NT!”

Vaelyn chuckled hoarsely, followed by a very slight cough they he expelled into the crook of his elbow, raising a brow. “Case in point,” he responded, clearing his throat.

“Shut… hh—shut up,” Kalypso gasped, rubbing her nose with her sleeve. Her emerald eye was watery, blood shot and she sniffled hard, trying to regain control of her rebellious sinuses. “It’s my nasal passage, asshole. It’s not like I want to sneeze like this,” pouting with a tinge of embarrassment behind her sharp gaze whilst her cheeks flushed.

“Have you tried, I don’t know, blowing your nose for once?” Vaelyn suggested, his voice dripping with faux helpfulness.

Kalypso gave him a withering glare, but her response was interrupted by another sneezing fit. This time, she tried stretching her nostril with two fingers, hoping to release the pressure. “Hehh—hh’NGXT! KT‘NXT! G’NKXT! Hp’TXT! …Goddammit,” she wiggled her aching nose, scrunching it with the effort of hoping it would stop.

Vaelyn actually snorted, half amused, half grossed out. “Or not,”

Kalypso groaned, grabbing a tissue from the dwindling pack and blowing her nose in the most obnoxious way possible. When she finished, she threw the used tissue directly at Vaelyn’s face. It landed squarely on his forehead, sticking there for an infuriating moment before sliding off.

“What the fuck, Kals?!” Vaelyn snapped, sitting upright as his features contorted in disgust, his hands flailing and fumbling to get the used tissue away from him completely and wipe the remnants off his face. He grabbed a pillow and whacked her with it.

Kalypso shrieked, her voice cracking slightly. “You started it, you ableist twat!”

The pillow fight that followed was anything but dignified. Vaelyn’s long limbs gave him the upper hand, but Kalypso fought dirty, yanking the blanket off him mid-swing and using it as a shield. The bed became a battlefield, tissues flying like shrapnel as their coughing and sneezing punctuated the chaos.

Finally, both of them collapsed back onto the bed, too exhausted to continue their war. Vaelyn groaned, his head lolling to the side as he stared up at the ceiling. “We’re going to die here,” he declared dramatically. “And it’s all your fault,”

Kalypso snorted, rolling her eye at him. “My fault? You’re the one who got me sick in the first place, dipshit,”

“I told you no, and you still shoved your tongue down my throat anyway,” Vaelyn shot back weakly, his voice muffled as he buried his face in a pillow.

“Didn’t hear you complaining when you shoved me up against the wall immediately after to stick it in, idiot,” Kalypso quipped, coughing into her elbow. “Guess we’re both screwed,”

A long pause hung between them, broken only by their sniffles and the occasional groan of discomfort.

“I hate you,” Vaelyn mumbled.

“Ditto,” Kalypso retorted, her voice softening despite herself. She reached out and tugged the blanket over both of them, her fingers brushing his arm briefly before retreating. For a moment, neither of them said anything, content to lie there in their shared misery. Until Vaelyn's head jerked forward, and a frenzy of sneezes came out in rapid succession.

“E-iSSHH! isHH-ish-’Shh!! —HeehH’EESSSHHHhuh!” Each one was accompanied by a violent convulsion that left him gasping for air and clutching his chest. As he tried to catch his breath, the mistrals of saliva the came out in grouped clouds from his lips settled amongst the bed covers.

“Goddammit, Vee,” Kalypso muttered, covering her head with a pillow. “As much as it turns me on to see you like this, and how your body reacts to your damn cursed virus….every time you sneeze, my head starts to feel like it’s being slammed against the fuckin’ wall, could you at LEAST try to keep it down,” she grumbled, scooting her body a few inches more toward the edge of the bed.

Vaelyn groaned, rolling onto his side with a dramatic flair, his tangled hair falling into his face. “Keep it down? Are you kidding me? Do you think I want to sneeze like I’m trying to exorcise a demon?” he scoffed, almost wishing she’d stop giving him such a hard time. He preferred it more when she was trying to jump his bones in this state rather than complaining about it every time he fell victim to his symptoms.

Kalypso peeked out from under the pillow, her hair sticking out at odd angles and her emerald eye blazing. “Yes, Vaelyn. Clearly, you’re sneezing like that just to piss me off,”

“Exactly,” Vaelyn deadpanned, his voice dripping with sarcasm. “My life’s mission is to ruin yours, one sneeze at a time,” rolling his eyes at her dramatic accusation.

She returned his look with an eye roll of her own, shoving the pillow off her head, but before she could deliver a snarky comeback, Vaelyn’s breath caught again, his jaw hanging open in idle as it worked through his system. Eyes squinting, small tears forming against his ducts. His chest rose as his nose twitched, and he sat upright like he was bracing for impact.

“Hhihhh… hh’EIISSHHhhuh!—ishh!-issh!-‘shhh!!—HHHEEHH-EESSHHHhhuh!!” The final sneeze erupted with such force that the entire bed shook, and Vaelyn flopped back against the mattress with a defeated groan. His glowing eye markings flickered faintly as if his life force itself had been sneezed out. “I swear,” he croaked, voice cracking, “this is the end for me,”

Kalypso winced, rubbing her temples. “If it isn’t, it’s how I’m going to die, You’re like a walking hurrica-… Hhh… hHh’nGXT! HP’KGNXT!!” Her own half-sneezes burst out mid-sentence, just as strangled as usual. She barely managed to muffle it into her sleeve, her eye pinched shut as the force of it left her slumped forward, her nose twisting and wiggling like it wasn’t quite finished. “K’GXNT! H-hh..T’GXGT! H’KXT!” She groaned as she straightened up, glaring at Vaelyn through her watery eye. “Don’d..day…a fugg’ing thing…” she warned.

Vaelyn chuckled weakly, his laugh dissolving into a fit of coughing. “I wouldn’t dare interfere with Karma’s good work,”

“Karma? Oh fugg you…” Kalypso leaned over, snatching the tissue pack from where it had fallen between them. “Again, thid whole siduadion id your fauld,” blowing into the softened material loudly, filling it with a shrill and wet spurt as she worked to clear her sinuses to the best of her ability.

“I’d argue, but I don’t have the energy,” Vaelyn admitted, propping himself up on one elbow. He stared at her for a moment, noting the way her nose scrunched all while she tried to fight her urges off, a small bead of sweat trickling down the side of her face. “You’re holding it in too much. Just let it out,” he sighed with a slight shake of his head.

Kalypso scowled, sniffing hard. “SndDff…Eady for you do day, Mr. Explodive. Dome of ud have complicated nadal paddages.” She punctuated her sentence though garbled by the congestion. Finally, she gave in, unable to take the lack of release, pulling her hand up in an attempt to stretch her nostril once more, bracing for the next fit. “Hhhh—hh’NGTSSschuh! Huhh’nXgt! …huhhh—uhhh’G-txSCHhhuh!” it finally flew out of her, and when it did, her chest felt like a weight had been lifted. A much more successful release than her previous attempt.

Vaelyn winced at her obvious discomfort. “You’re gonna break something doing that. Seriously,” if she didn’t know any better, he almost sounded like he was a touch concerned.

“Oh, so now you’re a doctor?” Kalypso snuffled loudly, clearing her throat, though she reluctantly reached for a tissue and honked loudly into it. When she was done, she tossed it toward the floor, where it joined the growing pile of trash.

“I’m not saying I’m a doctor,” Vaelyn replied, smirking as he tossed and turned to find a more comfortable position in the crowded bed. “But clearly, I’m the only one here with any common sense,”

“Common sense?” Kalypso barked a laugh, but it quickly turned into another coughing fit. She waved a hand at him as if to say, Give me a second, before she continued. “You think the guy who tried to deep-fry a shoe last week has common sense?”

“That was an experiment,” Vaelyn said defensively, though his pale cheeks flushed slightly. “And you said it smelled good,” flashing her a mocking smirk.

“Because I thought it was food, dumbass!” Kalypso shot back, her voice muffled as she buried her face in the blanket while turning away from him. Convinced that if she were to see that smug look on his face any longer she may just hit him.

The argument came to a halt as Vaelyn's nose twisted up once again, wiggling in small circles. He sat up, his chest rising and falling rapidly with quick, shallow breaths. Suddenly, they exploded out of him “Hhihhh… hh—IISSHHH!-issh!-isshh!-‘SHhhuh!—hhHEEHH-EESSHHHhhuh!!” each one followed by a stifled gasp. His body shook with the force. It was as if a powerful gust of wind was blowing through him, leaving him weak and shaky afterwards, they knocked him sideways, and he flopped back down, groaning into the pillow. “I judd wisgh death could find me..”

Kalypso shook her head, her sweat crumpled locks cascading in waves around her face as she flipped onto her other side to face him. With an expressionless face, she reached over and plucked another tissue from the box, flinging it towards him with a flick of her wrist. "You'd still find a way to make even death dramatic," she teased.

Vaelyn caught the tissue and brought it to his face, trying to maintain his serious expression through the act of releasing a plume of snot within the confines of the gifted material. It sloshed out of his nose with an obnoxiously flooded sound. His eyes met hers, sparkling with disdain. “And you’d still find a way to ruin my last moments,” he retorted back.

She smirked, her eye glinting mischievously. “Oh, why of course, If I can’t be happy, neither can you,” she snickered before continuing “It’s called the complexities of our love,” she blows him a kiss almost to rub it in.

Vaelyn snorted, his body too tired to argue. “If this is love, remind me to hate you properly when I’m better,” his body shuddering abruptly, causing the lion to snuggle and wiggle deeper into the covers, even inching slightly towards his girlfriend in an effort to seek warmth.

Kalypso chuckled, her laugh raspy but still carrying an edge of delight. “Oh, you already hate me. That’s why this works,” shifting her legs over to allow the other to close the slight space between them, their skin brushing up against each other.

“Works? This?” Vaelyn gestured between them weakly, his arm flopping back to his side. “This is a nightmare. A sick, mucus-filled nightmare,”

“And yet, here you are,” Kalypso nestled deeper into the plush bed, her body radiating warmth against Vaelyn's as she teased him. “You’d miss me if I weren’t here, just admit that even in the slightest, you’re glad you’re not totally isolated with this virus,” she poked at his side with a thin and pale index finger, causing the man to flinch just slightly at the touch.

“Miss you?” he repeated incredulously. Vaelyn groaned, throwing an arm over his face in a dramatic gesture. “I’d throw a party, A quiet, drama-free party,” letting out a long, drawn out and almost relieved sigh just at the thought of him being able to endure his illness alone without Kalypso’s grating and constant attitude.

The woman rolled her eye. “You’d last two days without me, tops. Then you’d go all broody and dramatic and start writing poetry about your tragic solitude,” she snickered at the idea of him sitting in the dark of the room, scrawling pathetically in his journal.

Vaelyn peeked out from under his arm, narrowing his eyes at her. “I don’t write poetry,”

“Not yet,” Kalypso said with a smirk, coughing into her sleeve. “But give it time. You’re practically a walking angst novel already,” shrugging her shoulders loosely.

Vaelyn opened his mouth to snap back but paused as his nose tingled and itched again, throat tightening as the inevitable sting returned. He let out a resigned groan before succumbing to another series of violent sneezes. “Hhh—hh’EIIISSHHHuhh! Hh—hhIIEEESSSHHhh! …ugh,” He slumped against the head board, thoroughly defeated. “Kill me now,”

Kalypso handed him another tissue, her voice softening. “I probably would if you weren’t so good in bed,”

Vaelyn took the tissue, his gaze lingering on her longer than he intended. Despite the bags under her eye and the general state of disarray, she was still one of the most attractive people he could ever lay his eyes upon—even if she was the most infuriating person he’d ever met.

“Whatever,” he muttered, blowing his nose and tossing the tissue toward the trash can. He missed, of course. “But if I do die, you’re giving the eulogy,”

Kalypso smirked, leaning back with a mock-serious expression. “We are gathered here today to reminisce the saddest existence of man-and magik kind…Vaelyn Hawthorne, though extraordinarily talented in bed and on stage, he was more or less the biggest bitch in all of life…anyways…let’s drink!” she giggled at herself, before falling into another rough and strangled coughing fit.

Vaelyn snorted, a faint smile tugging at the corners of his mouth despite himself. “You’re such a bitch,”

“And you love it,” Kalypso shot back, her voice soft but still teasing. She adjusted the blankets over both of them again, her fingers brushing his as she did so. Vaelyn didn’t respond, but the faint flush on his cheeks wasn’t from the fever. Instead, he shifted closer, mumbling something incoherent under his breath as he avoided her gaze.

“What was that?” Kalypso asked, leaning in with a grin.

“Nothing,” Vaelyn muttered, turning his back to her. But the corners of his mouth twitched, betraying the smile he was trying to suppress.

Kalypso grinned triumphantly, leaning back and propping her head up with a bent up pillow. “That’s what I thought,” she said, her voice dripping with satisfaction. “You’re lucky you’re cute when you’re sick,”

Vaelyn groaned into his own pillow. “Don’t start. I’m barely holding on as it is,”

“Barely holding on is right,” Kalypso continued, poking his side. “You’re practically the poster child for a NyQuil ad. Look at you, falling to pieces and still managing to be the world’s biggest pain in my ass at the same time, multi-faceted,” her mocking tone cut through his nerves and he had to resist the temptation of smothering her where she laid.

Vaelyn batted her hand away weakly, but there was no real force behind it. “If I had the energy, I’d retaliate,”

“But you don’t,” she pointed out with a smug grin, settling back into her blanket cocoon. “Now….put something on the TV…Why fuckin’ don’t you?” 

Vaelyn groaned, dragging a hand down his face. “Because, oh mighty goddess of laziness, the remote is literally on your side.”

Kalypso peeked out of her cocoon, squinting at the edge of the nightstand where the remote sat precariously. “Too far, can’t reach…” sighing dramatically as she turned her head to look back at him.

“You’re pathetic,” Vaelyn muttered, coughing into his arm all while he rolled over and stretched his limb out toward the remote. His fingers just barely brushed it before he knocked it to the floor with a loud clatter. “Shit,”

Kalypso burst into a raspy laugh, clutching her side as she coughed mid-guffaw. “Great job, genius. Truly, you’re the epitome of grace,”

“Laugh it up,” Vaelyn grumbled, rolling off the bed with all the enthusiasm of a cat forced into water. He fumbled for the remote, his lanky frame awkwardly sprawled across her on the bed as he reached for the item. “Got it,” he announced triumphantly, holding it up like he’d won a trophy.

“Congratulations,” Kalypso deadpanned, trying to adjust herself under his weight. “You’ve retrieved the mystical remote. Now, hurry up and get the fuck off me, I already can’t breathe,” falling back onto her pillow with a dramatic display as he slowly retreated off her.

Vaelyn crawled back onto his side, tossing the remote onto her lap with a sour expression. “Here. Happy?”

Kalypso rolled her eye, picking up the remote and flipping through channels lazily. “Not really, since I asked you to pick,” She paused on some random soap opera featuring overly expressive yelling and a faintly absurd plot twist. “Seems your illness has poisoned whatever brain cells you had left to follow instruction…so I guess you’ll just have to settle with my choice,” 

“Oh, fuck off,” he rolled his eyes before settling back against his side of the bed. Vaelyn arched a brow, leaning over to squint at the screen. “Really? This is what you’re subjecting me to?” his lips twisted into a disdained frown.

“Shut up, it’s a classic,” she retorted, sniffling loudly. “SNDdff…..Besides, you put me in charge, actions have consequences, dill-hole,”

Vaelyn stared at the screen, then back at her. “You’re actually insane,”

“And you’re still here,” Kalypso quipped, settling in with a contented sigh. “So, what does that make you?” Her gaze lazily looked back at him.

Vaelyn groaned, dragging a pillow over his face like it could block out both her smugness and the terrible soap opera now blaring from the TV. “Apparently, a masochist,”

“Exactly,” Kalypso said, grinning as she adjusted her blankets once more. “Now, shut up and let me enjoy this. They’re about to reveal who switched the baby at the wedding,” her attention fully on the softly illuminating television screen in front of them.

“Why do I even bother?” Vaelyn muttered, but his body betrayed him as he shifted closer to her warmth, his long legs tangling slightly with hers under the blankets, loosely spooning the small frame of the sickly woman. He tried to focus on the ridiculous melodrama unfolding on the screen, but his nose twitched again, sending a jolt through his body.

Kalypso side-eyed him, her own lips falling into a slightly annoyed frown. “Here we go again, right at the apex of the plot, you have the shittiest timing,” shaking her head as the man gasped and hitched.

“Hhhihhh…” Vee's body convulsed with each sharp inhale, his chest heaving and mouth open in a silent scream. His eyes squinted against the light of the tv, his face contorting as his breaths caught in the pit of his throat. “Hh’eiSHHhuh!—Hheh’EISSCHhhuh! …hhEH’ESSSHHhhuh!” a misted gust of saliva delicately sprinkled over the soft flesh of Kalypso’s exposed and blacked out neck. Her body shivered in response, she inhaled sharply and sucked on her lower lip.

The sneezes shook him so hard he tightly grasped the woman he’d been cuddling haphazardly, which only added to the battle Kaly was facing within herself. As much as she was annoyed by the man she had to share her affliction with, she couldn’t help how dangerously erotic she found the scene that just unfolded. The feeling of him shaking around her body and the coolness of his saliva settling upon her skin. “Shit…” she whimpered, her legs shifting together as she tried to hide and stifle her arousal.

“You’re not seriously horny from that are you?” Vaelyn immediately clocking the sudden change in her heart rate and the uncomfortable shuffling of her legs from beneath his own. Kalypso flushed a deep crimson, her eye widened as she tried to come up with a witty response to cover her embarrassment.

“Shut up, asshole, I can’t help it,” she sputtered, averting her gaze and fidgeting with the remote in her hands. “I’m just…ugh, never mind,” pouting angrily as she did everything in her power to push away the heat rising within her loins.

Vaelyn raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing at the corners of his mouth. “Hey now, no need to be coy about it, I still find it incredibly endearing you get so easily flustered for me…even in this awful state,” he teased, his voice husky, lips brushing up against her exposed and thoroughly pierced ear. The woman’s cheeks burned even hotter, and she elbowed Vaelyn in the side, trying to suppress the shiver that ran down her spine at the feel of his lips against her ear.

“Don’t get too cocky now, illness has clearly driven you insane,” she shot back, though her voice wavered slightly. The lion chuckled softly a deep rumble that reverberated through her.

“Yeah? So if I don’t…feel around this way…” he paused his words as his hand shuffled through the layers and her night gown, rising between her legs to meet her already soaked panty gusset. “I won’t find my pussy dripping into her panties?” teasing her with a deepened and taunting tone. Kalypso sucked in a sharp breath, her body betraying her as she pressed against his wandering hand, a soft moan escaping her lips before she could stop it.

“I-I hate you,” she managed to mutter, her cheeks aflame as desire pooled low in her belly. Vaelyn’s grin was positively sinful as he continued to tease her, his fingers lightly tracing patterns against the damp fabric, feeling the heat radiating from her core.

“Sure you do,” he murmured, his voice low and seductive as his tongue then traced a light trail behind the shell of her ear. “But your body seems to disagree,” his voice becoming even lower as he enjoyed the way her frame shuddered beneath his touch. Kalypso’s breath hitched as she arched into his motions, her eye fluttering shut as she surrendered to the intoxicating pull between them.

“Vaelyn…it’s just g-gonna make us f-feel worse…fuckin’ q-quit it…” she whispered, though her voice lacked conviction.

“I’m inclined to entirely disagree,” he countered, his touch growing bolder as he slid a finger beneath the fabric, slipping the tip of his digit across her soaking slit, eliciting a gasp from the woman. “I’d argue that you want me to keep going, don’t you?” his reply breathless as he began to press the growing bulge in his own boxers against the small of her back.

Kalypso couldn't help but whimper at his touch, her body protesting against her mind that was screaming at her to stop. She was sick, she shouldn't want this, but the pull the lion man had on her was undeniable.

"Vaelyn," she moaned again, her voice barely audible over the soap opera still playing in the background. She really wasn't sure if she wanted him to stop or to continue, the line of control blurring with every touch, every whisper. It was leaning towards the latter.

He chuckled darkly, his lips brushing across her neck again before he whispered, "Oh no…I think I feel another coming on too…Hh-Hh.." He teased as his breath and mouth stuttered, his body urging and leaning into the tickle that plagued his nasal cavity. The ghosting wisp of his breath causing Kalypso’s eye to roll back as she awaited it. Vee focused his movements on her body while also coaxing himself into a sneeze, gently brushing the tip of his nose against the stray strands of Kaly’s hair. “E-e-eiSHH! issh-IsH! H-Hehh…” his forehead pressing against the side of her temple, allowing his open mouth explosions to spray micro droplets of warm saliva across her exposed neck and even a bit across her chest.

His middle and ring fingers delved deep into her wet folds at the same moment of his release, eliciting a louder gasp from her lips. She felt her hips rock against him unconsciously, each thrust driving him further into her core and pushing her closer. “F-fuckin’ A…Vee…don’t ss-stop…” she stuttered through whimpering lips.

“Told you…—h-hH…eehHh’HH ESSSHHuhh!” another escaped him in the midst of his victorious gloating. It was relieving, freeing even, her neck practically drenched by this point as he latched his mouth upon her flesh and began to suck the spot there, biting a few times for good measure. Despite his best efforts, no hickeys would be left to show against the pitch black coloring of her tattoo but the feeling no less was enough to send her reeling. His own body shuddering with each expulsion, his touch unrelenting. Kalypso was aflame, unable to resist the pull of the lion's motions and the eroticism of his sneezes. She wanted him so badly she could taste it on her tongue.

His fingers danced across her most sensitive spots, eliciting a series of pleasured whimpers from her mouth as he continued to dive within her cavern, his thumb working at her swelling clit. Vaelyn's body responding itself to her cries, his cock standing at attention, his hips searching for friction against her plump ass that rocked against his body.

"Vaelyn...I...I can't take much more…i-it’s too much you’re g-gonna ma-make me c-cum…" she pleaded, her voice shaking with the need that coursed through her veins. She arched her back and pushed back into him, seeking more of the pleasure he was so skillfully doling out.

"I didn’t give you permission," he growled in reply, snuffling lightly against her ear. “sndDf…” For most people, that might kill the mood a bit but Kalypso, it only drove her further into insanity.

“Then fuck me…Vaelyn, stop w-wasting my f-fucking time…” she hissed in response before clasping her bottom lip between her two rows of teeth. Vaelyn's eyes glimmered with desire, his lips parting to reveal a low rumbling growl in his chest. His hand slowed momentarily, the pace of his fingers rubbing against her sensitive nerves gentling as he considered her plea.

"Is that what you want?" he asked, his voice a mere whisper against her ear. "For me to fuck my desperate pussy right here, right now?" His fingers halted, poised above her damp panties, their taunting presence causing the woman to whine and buck for more. Her breath hitched, the air thick with anticipation. Her body arched towards him, her eye fluttering shut in desperation as she clutched at the remote in her hand, squeezing it tightly as if it were Vaelyn's cock.

“Yes, god damn it," she whispered back, her voice barely above a whisper. "Please…” Vaelyn smirked, a lecherous expression painting his face as he finally relented.

“That’s my girl…” he spoke huskily confident in his response, triumphant he could turn her into the mess she currently was. His fingers worked to push the fabric of her soaked underwear aside, slipping his other arm from under her to free his aching length from the confines of his boxers. He took no time, inching his hips closer and forcing his cock inside her warm, wet entrance.

“Fuck, Vee…” she moaned as he filled her, her body trembling at the sensation of him inside. Her hands clutched at the mattress, nails digging into the fabric of the sheets as she rocked her hips back to meet his. Vaelyn's eyes blazed with lust as he looked down at her, looming from their side ways position.

“That’s it, who’s pussy is this?” he snarled euphorically his tone dangerous and domineering, all while his hips moved in a slow rhythm that built rapidly into a frenzied pace.

“It’s yours, Vaelyn, It’s your pussy…” she gasped, her voice strained from the pleasure and the sore throat given to her by the illness they shared. Her eyes remained closed, focusing solely on the sensations that surrounded her. The soap opera in the background continued to play loudly, its washed out sounds barely registering in their minds as they were consumed by the primal need for one another.

Vaelyn's teeth flashed in a predatory grin as her response fueled his antics even further. He brought his hand up and gripped her throat tightly, squeezing until her ragged gasps turned into strangled gaffs. Driving himself deeper into her with each thrust, their skin slapping together with a wet, slick sound that punctuated the air around them. His breath came in tattered gasps, each exhale carrying a hint of struggle as he reveled in their desperate display.

“That’s right,” he hissed lowly, his voice rumbling through his chest and vibrating against her body. “That’s my pussy…” he spoke possessively. Kalypso felt herself becoming undone, her heated cries lost underneath his squeezing palm as Vaelyn's rough treatment drove her closer to the edge. Her body yearned for release, each thrust from the ravenous man pushing her further into a state of blissful oblivion. He was right, this was his pussy - his to command and use as he saw fit. And she wouldn't want it any other way.

Her body bucked wildly against his, each thrust causing wave after wave of undying pleasure to wash over her. Her heart pounded in her chest, the intensity of her emotions threatening to consume her entirely. "Fuck…me…" she managed to gasp behind his hold, her voice hoarse with need. "H-hard-..er,”

Vaelyn's eyes flashed dangerously at her words, his grip on her throat tightening even further. "Yeah? My crazy little psycho slut wants it harder?” he asked, his voice low and filled with promise. Kalypso's eye widened in response, her lips parting slightly as she nodded vigorously, her body screaming for more. Without hesitation, Vaelyn yanked his hand away from her throat, causing her to whimper in protest at the sudden loss of his touch. But before she could fully register the change, he leaned forward and bit down on her shoulder - hard enough to break skin, a small trail of blood trickling down her chest, hard enough to leave a mark that would last long after their time together had ended.

His free hand now snaking across her frame to slip between her thighs, his skilled fingers now circling her clit with a matched rhythm of his thrusts. She cried out, her entire body trembling as the heat rose further to the surface, her groin tightening as she could feel her impending orgasm threatening to spill over. Then, with a single swift motion, Vaelyn withdrew from her wet heat, leaving her feeling empty and needy. Yet, it was only a momentary respite; in the next instant, he thrust back inside her with renewed fervor, his movements rough and unrestrained. “You better fuckin’ cum for me, Lypsy, cum for your man,” he growled, his voice hoarse with desire.

Kalypso's world spun around her as she felt the irresistible pull of the inevitable climax that threatened to rock her. The woman’s slickened body trembled uncontrollably, her breaths coming in short gasps that were barely audible. "Vaelyn… I’m…" she whined, her voice barely above a whisper as she clawed at the sheets beneath her. The lust-crazed man continued to ravage her with his relentless thrusts, his eyes locked onto her desire twisted expression, his own filled with a primitive hunger.

"That's it, baby... cum for me," he urged, his tone low and seductive as he leaned down to capture her mouth in a passionate kiss. His tongue invaded hers, fighting across each other in a wet and chaotic battle, mimicking the rhythm of his thrusts and sending a wave of heat coursing through her veins. At long last, unable to hold it back, her lips parted between the kiss and a high pitched whine escaped her as their hot breath mingled. Her walls clenched around Vaelyn’s continuously thrusting cock as she finally came around him. His mouth pulling into a sadistic grin as he witnessed her fall off the edge of carnal lust.

Vaelyn's thrusts became erratic, desperate, as he felt the waves of her climax pulsing around him. He matched her cries with his own desperate moans, his body tensing and straining towards its own release. The sound of their passionate fucking still echoed against the walls around them, but to them it was almost nonexistent background noise, lost along side the tv show that still played. Buried deep inside her, Vaelyn felt every twitch and shudder of Kalypso's ecstasy.

"Fuuuuck, your pussy feels so good pulsing around my cock…" he groaned, his voice ringing in her head as her body shuddered and twitched. His hand moving to her hip gripping it tightly, bruising her skin without a care. "You ready, hm? Ready for me to fill my pussy with every last drop?" he spoke behind a clenched jaw within the cavity of her ear, feeling her body quivering around him in unabated pleasure. She nodded furiously as her body continued to rock and match his movements. Finally, Vaelyn surrendered to the rush of her throbbing sensations.

"Cum for me, Vaelyn," she whimpered, her voice raw and lust driven. "Fill me…please…" The intensity of her words sent a surge of adrenaline through his veins, and her begging for his release inside her was the exact push he needed to go over the edge. With one final thrust, Vaelyn buried himself deep within her hot core, his body tensing as he felt the familiar tightening of his balls.

"F-fuck!" it barely escaped his lips, his voice breaking through the clamour of their frenzied session. His whole body shook with the force of his climax as he released his full load inside her. They each gasped, working to collect their breaths as the sweat dripped from their bodies, desperate to bask in the afterglow of their orgasms. Vaelyn slowly withdrew from her, his body still shuddering with the remnants of his climax. Kalypso whimpered at the loss, her body feeling empty and sore. They each rolled over and onto their backs, staring upward at the ceiling as the euphoric haze of sex slowly drifted away.

"You're mine, remember?" he murmured, his voice softer now. She nodded, a small smile playing on her lips.

"I remember," she whispered back, both of them feeling more than just spent but entirely exhausted. “After that…I think I’ll finally be able to get back to sleeping this dumbass cold off,” she added, the light-heartedness returning to her voice. Vaelyn chuckled, reaching over to place a gentle kiss on her cheek before rolling off the bed and heading towards the bathroom to clean up.

As he washed away the remnants of their encounter as well as the sickly ick that had collected beforehand, Vaelyn couldn't help but smile - though he would never allow her to see it, or even verbally admit to it, he was genuinely glad to have her there. Both of them dealing with this situation together. She drove him insane, often to the brink of his final straw, but that was his bag of crazy. He understood her, and she understood him. Despite how hard it was to see it sometimes.

He stepped back into the room to find Kalypso curled up under the covers, already drifting off into a restful sleep. Despite her earlier claims about her cold, she looked peaceful now, her eye fluttering with dreams as she drifted into slumber. Vee shook his head, letting out a breathless chuckle. “Nasty bitch, just going to fall asleep full of cum and covered in sick sweat, god she’s disgusting…” but despite his comment, he slid in beside her, wrapping himself around her overtly hot body and burying his face into her sweat dampened hair. Sleep now overtaking the both of them, the gentle glow of the tv illuminating their faces as there was nothing left but the sound of the long abandoned show to echo around them.

The End

Author’s Notes: *beats my chest like a wild gorilla* I LOVE WRITING THEIR DIALLLOOOGGUUEE 😩 they’re so sassy and pissy, I fuckin’ love it. 🤌🏻🤤 hope you guys enjoyed! Til next fic 😘

[henrywintersdearestgirl]

His Temptress

part two of @celestialpoetry ‘s femme fatale request!

Enjoy;)

Henry’s point of view:

I kept her waiting for a week, to keep her on tip-toes as she kept me on mine for months. It was visible to me that she was waiting for me to make a move. I wanted to grip her hair and tell her: “Don’t be impatient, sweetheart.” But, I couldn’t, not yet anyway.

Then one day, I started sending her gifts. Small gifts, such as chocolates, flowers and little notes. At first I sent them to her school letterbox, which was usually always full due to some desperate notes from desperate first- or second-years. Everyone wanted her in Hampden. It gave me a big amount of satisfaction that only my gifts were the ones that made her smile.

“Oh, sweetheart, if only you knew I was just warming up… -Winter” I sent her this letter one day, which she replied to with a note to my own letterbox.

“Game on, Winter, I am longing to see the fire within you… -Y/L/N”

If she wanted a well-played game, then a well-played game she must get.

I sent her naughty notes such as:

“Beautiful dress, I bet that you would look better without them.”

“What pretty hair you have, sweetheart, if only it was wrapped around my fists.”

“Don’t you worry, I see how you’re trying to tempt me with that dangerously low-buttoned shirt. Shame that all of those fuckers get to drool on what’s mine.” I saw her opening this very note, and I saw the blush that crept up her cheeks and the shiver that ran down her spine.

So, of course, she got another one.

“What a pretty blushing little thing you are, I’m sure you blush as much when you have those hands between your graspable thighs, touching yourself to my notes… You like getting compliments, sweetheart?

But only mine wakes up the beast inside. -Winter.”

This time, I sent it to her apartment for dramatic effect. Luckily for me, Francis lived nearby, so I was able to get her address.

I sent some exotic chocolates that were labelled as an Aphrodisiac. I wanted her to be starving for me, just like I was starving for her. Her body, her skin, her touch, I wanted everything from her.

But the icebreaker was this…

A box full of tiny silky and lacy lingerie, paired with a little velvet box containing a pure gold necklace and a bottle of expensive perfume. And of course, a note.

“I want you to try these on, get your sweet scent on them and wear them when I take you out.

I will pick you up, Friday night, 6pm.

-Winter.”

She has been playing with me for weeks, it was time for me to claim my prize.

Third person’s point of view:

Y/N enjoyed this little game between them. At first, as much as she would never confess it, but she was eager for him to make a move. Then the little gifts with notes came, she certainly enjoyed the attention she was getting from him. The girls at school actually found him hot, but he was hers. Actually, she had noticed him the very first day she arrived at Hampden, and after it, she couldn’t stop thinking about him. His broad and tall frame caging her underneath him, his big hands wrapped up in her hair and around her throat, she even imagined them gripping her breasts and hips. She lusted after him.

Then, the notes came naughtier and they started arriving at her own door. It brought her satisfaction that he cared enough to find out her address, even if it was obvious to her that he got it from Abernathy. They were neighbours, he lived right across from her. He had a nice style and he always greeted her in the morning. There was a time where his car broke down, so she gave him her car whenever he needed to go into the centre of the city.

But, what made her the most hot was that he was actually right. She saved his notes, put his gifts all around her apartment as little trinkets and she touched herself while looking at them. Imagining him taking her in every position and on every surface he could.

When she received his gift with the date, she felt like dancing and cheering. She also appreciated that a man bothered to take her out on a proper date, rather than just inviting her up to their apartments so they could shag.

She loved that men were at her feet, but only gentlemen could kiss her ankles, and Henry Winter was a real gentleman. She enjoyed his gifts, and she was looking forward to getting spoiled by him.

When she tried on the dark red lingerie, she felt more sexy than ever, especially when she put on the necklace and the perfume. She looked like sex on legs, an alluring goddess. Of course, she immediately fell down on her sheets and opened up her legs so she could trace her fingers down to her wet heat. The expensive fabric created a nice friction against her clit. Y/n was satisfied, and not many men could have achieved that. He worked hard enough, he deserved a gift from her too.

She had taken up her entire friday afternoon to get ready for their date. She blew out her hair into Hollywood-curls, she did her makeup perfectly and precisely (she didn’t even minded that it was going to be messed as long as he fucked her) and put the perfume on along with the lace and necklace, just like he asked. She followed orders when she was asked nicely, really nicely.

She wore an amazing dress, a black one with golden details. And as a bonus, it hugged her curves perfectly and it showed a fair amount of clevage.

At precisely 6pm, a car stopped in front of her house.

Henry’s point of view:

I wore an all black suit and I stopped in front of her house, I got out of my car and walked up to her door with a red rose. I was raised to be gentle, women deserved to be spoiled, so of course I wasn’t going to just honk for her. I knocked, and before I knew it, the prettiest sight I ever saw was standing right in front of me. The dress, the perfume and the necklace made her look absolutely ravishing, or maybe it was just her. She was smirking at me with full lips that were painted in dark red, her eyes looked like one a siren would have. She must have been a siren in a past life of hers.

“Good evening, Y/N, you look very beautiful.” She greeted me back, I stepped forward, took her soft hand and gave her a kiss on her hand, which I felt that it made her breath hitch. “Here.” I gave her the roses “They are almost as beautiful and delicate as you, almost.”

“Thank you, for the roses and the compliment, you look… really handsome, Winter.” She caressed the petals of thee roses with her gentle fingers. “Let me just put them in water and get my coat.”

I waited for her and when she was ready, I guided her to the passengers seat and opened the door for her. “Ladies first.”

The ride was quiet, except from the radio, but there was a comfortable silence, just like in the library.

When we arrived at the restaurant, I felt pride rise within me at her surprise when we got escorted to our reservation in the very expensive restaurant.

I pulled her seat out for her and let my fingers graze her neck when she sat down. The waiter took our orders, I had whiskey on the rocks and she ordered a dirty vodka martini.

Our conversation was flowing easily, it was easy to talk to her, I just wanted more and more information about her. She seemed a bit sheepish when the waiter gave us the menu cards.

“Order whatever you’d like, the bill is taken care of.” I reached across the table and put my hand on top of her’s, she whispered thank you and smiled at me.

We talked and drank and smoked cigarettes. I loved making her laugh and I loved that she made me laugh. The orangish light made her more angelic than ever.

When we were having desert, I felt her high heels grazing and my ankles, teasingly stroking up and down.

“You really look gorgeous, Y/N, you really do.” She just giggled and I leaned closer to her. “I do hope that you will let me ruin you tonight, I cannot wait to fuck you until your legs are weak.” I whispered to her.

“Well, you were really spoiling me lately, and now of course, I never had anything more delicious… Or maybe I will in a bit.” She bit her lip and winked at me. God, she was telling me straightforwardly that she wanted to suck me off, that lit flames in me. I needed her, and I needed her now

“Are you finished with your dessert?” There was only a bit of cream on her plate, which of course she took advantage of, she wiped her finger on the plate and licked the white cream off erotically, with that devilish smirk of hers, obviously.

“Why? Impatient are we, Winter?”

“You bet, I am craving you, Miss Y/L/N.” We held eye contact and a few seconds later, she grabbed her purse in her lap and she spoke.

“Let’s go.”

I paid for their dinner and even gave a generous tip to the waiter. In the car, I put my hands on her naked thigh and squeezed her flesh.

“Thank you for dinner, I really did have a good time.” She put her hands on mine.

“Anything for you, darling, but I still have a little treat for you.” I parked the car in front of my house and guided her inside.

Her eyes were wide at the size of my place and at the scattered expensive antiques everywhere, but she didn’t have enough time to do so before I pushed her against the nearest wall and finally kissed her lips. They were so soft and plushy, I never wanted to stop, she heightened my senses to a level where I always wanted her.

She returned my kiss just as eagerly, I tapped her thighs and she jumped into my lap. I gripped her ass as if my life was at stake. I somehow found my way into my bedroom and put her gently down on the bed. I stood back to remove my shirt and pants. She tried to do the same with her dress, but I stopped her.

“Don’t.” I said when she reached behind herself to take off her dress. “I want to take it off you.”

She just chuckled softly. “Whatever you say, sir.” She said it in a tone that made me throb in my underwear, she may have even seen it.

I crawled on her and kissed her roughly again, my kisses migrated down to her jaw and neck, where I inhaled scent. I was face to face with her again and I gripped her blushing cheeks. “Listen, if we are doing this, I don’t want you to do it because you believe I deserve it… I want you to do it because you purely want to. If you don’t, I’ll understand and it will be perfectly fine.” I gave her kisses on her face while whispering.

She pulled me in for a kiss again, I knew that she was craving me as much as I craved her. “I want to, I really want to.” She guided my hands to the straps of her dress and motioned me to pull it down. “I want you to fuck me senseless.”

I grinned, like a cat who got the cream. “Fuck you? What a dirty mouth you have, darling.”

I pulled her dress down and took her heels off her feet. I nearly orgasmed when I saw her under me, in the lacy and barely covering lingerie that I gifted her. Her hair was sprawled across my pillow. I kissed her until I couldn’t breath and I took the precious time to kiss her anywhere.

“My god, you are truly divine.” I left marks on her neck and collarbones. “How gorgeous, this swan-like neck…” I helped her out of her bra, her perky and full breasts right in front of my eyes. I kissed all across her chest and her breasts, I sucked and bit her nipples. “These beautiful breasts…” I kissed her lower, her waist and hips. “Your flesh that I want to hold all the time…” I went all the way down to her ankles and thighs. “Such soft and silky skin…” I pulled the lace off her legs, I kissed the insides of her thighs, and I inhaled her scent so deeply. “And this pretty cunt that is my personal heaven from now on…” I licked a long stripe from her opening to her clit, she whimpered at my every move, but now she let out a full throaty moan. “All mine. No one else gets to smell, taste and take this pussy, right darling?” I stuck my tongue into her.

She gripped my hair. “Yes, YES! All yours! Every part of me!” She was deep in pleasure. So, I ate her out as if my life depended on it. I sucked on her clit, I fucked her with my tongue. I felt her wetness covering half of my face, but I could tell by her noises that she enjoyed it as much as I did.

I took two fingers and I circled her entrance, and slowly pushed them in. “How warm and tight, darling, I cannot wait to feel you completely.” I dived my head back between her thighs. My fingers and mouth were working in perfect unison, and looking up at her, I needed to pathetically grind down on the mattress from the sight.

“All the stupid little boys would cum in the pants from this sight… But, you need a proper man to fuck you, don’t you darling? Someone who cares more about your pleasure, your pleasure is mine.” My fingers started plunging into her more fast and deep, her moans increasing with my every move. I kissed and suckled her clit, which was red and puffy. Her scent lingered all around the room, and I was sipping it up right from the source. “So sweet, I could have you like this everyday, I bet you would love that… I could put you to sleep with my head between these thighs, and wake you up with my tongue. You deserve to be spoiled, with gifts and orgasms.“

“Uh-huh! I want that! I want to taste you too, your pleasure is mine, too. Ah~ Don’t stop!” She gripped my hair for dear life, I could feel her walls closing up on my fingers, her little nub throbbing and suddenly… A big gush of clear liquid was running down my throat, I drank it up as if it was my ambrosia, it for sure was.

“Did you just squirt?”

“Yeah…”

“Do you do that everytime?”

“No, this was my first time that it happened with someone else, I can barely do that on my own.” She heaved, still in the haze of her orgasm.

Everytime I kissed her entrance or clit, she gushed a bit more. I did that until she pushed my head away.

I crawled up to her face and kissed her deeply, she hummed at the taste of herself, but she still clung to my hair for more.

I laid down on my side and caressed her hair, her eyes were hooded and relaxed, and still so full of lust.

“Wow… That was the best thing I ever felt.”

“I’m glad I could make you feel this good, I did mean it. I want to spoil you, to worship you.” I let my fingers stroke her side and occasionally her breast. “Are you tired?”

She suddenly straddled meg and her hair was shielding the room from my face. “Not at all, Winter, I don’t tire out so easily.” She laughed and she leant down to kiss me deeply, she liked kissing and getting kissed, it seemed.

She did the same thing I did to her, she kissed all around my face, jaw and she suckled at my neck. She left marks all around my chest and she caught my skin between her teeth many times, she was revelling in the shivers that were running up and down my spine. She left kisses all around my pelvis and kissed down at my V line. “Mhm, so toned and sharp.” she dragged a red nailed finger down my muscles and her eyes darkened when they contracted under it.

She rubbed me though my underwear, her eyes were shining with lust and the need to please. My cock was nearly tearing at my boxers, I am naturally a tall and big man, so it shouldn’t be surprising that my dick was long and thick, but she nearly lost her mind, when finally, after long minutes of teasing, she took me out.

“Oh-Wow.” She started pumping me and just feeling me up.

“Yeah.” She didn’t even hear me, probably. She was probably lost in imaging me inside of her, fucking her dumb.

She muttered under her breath, with naughty eyes. “So big and warm, and oh-” she kissed my tip, which was dripping with precum, just eager to get finally lost in her precious cunt. “So sweet.”

She wanted to suck me dry, but I was waiting for this, for such a long time. I needed to feel her. I harshly fisted her hair and she moaned, the lusty minx. I pulled her up and flipped us, so I was on top of her.

“Another time, darling.” I reached forward to open my drawer and took out a condom, which I rolled on quickly on myself. I leaned back and marvelled at the sight, her chest heaving, her tits heavy and perky, my knees pulling her legs apart, which made her pussy spread out right in front of my cock, just dripping and clenching around nothing. “Beg me.”

“Please, Henry, fuck me.” I shuffled my hips closer, so my tip was touching her entrance. My thumb wandered to her clit and I started rubbing in little circles, which made her squirm under me.

“You’re going to have to try harder than that.” My thumb fastened up.

“Please, please, please! Fuck me stupid, use me on every surface. I want it so bad.” I got her exactly where I had wanted her to be, desperate and begging for me. “You were right! I was touching myself to the thought of you, so much. Please…”

“What a good girl you are, you deserve to be fucked nicely. Let me show you what no one else can.” With that, I lined myself up and slowly pushed into her. I went slow, so I wouldn’t cause her any pain, but she was taking it like a champion. Her walls were welcoming me in, but her face scrunched up, while I was nearly all the way in. I twisted her silky hair between my pointer finger. “Shh, it’s okay. I am nearly fully in, you’re doing so good.”

When a bottomed out in her, we both released a sigh of relief. She was tight and I could feel myself pressing into the heavenly spongy spot inside of her. Her eyes were hooded and her mouth a tad open.

“You feel so good, Henry.” She reached up and pulled my face closer to hers. “You can move, please do.” She whispered with a voice dripping with seduction, so I did. I slowly started moving in and out of her.

Her sweet vanilla scent enveloped me completely. We were both lost in each other. Her slender legs were wrapping themselves around my waist, making me slide into her deeper. I was hitting deliciously against her cervix, and she pulled me into her embrace.

That was everything, her embrace. Feeling her breast push flat against my chest, her soft hair tickling my skin and her walls gripping me, pulling me closer to my release.

I reached between us, somehow managing through the tight space between our bodies, and I rubbed her clit. Her voice got whiny and louder, it was music to my ears and it indicated that she was getting close.

“Henry! I’m-OH GOD!” She pulled her nails down my back and I groaned , she was marking me and leaving scratches down my back, I loved it.

“I know, darling, I know.” I sped up and with a loud moan she came undone under me. I felt myself release into the condom. “Oh, what a good girl.”

I hauled her panting body in my arm and caressed her sweaty skin. “You did so so good, my dear.”

“Mmm…” Her eyes were cloudy, she was still in subspace, an adorable little thing. I let her rest in my arms for a bit and I pulled out of her.

“Give me a second.” I made my way to the bathroom connected to my bedroom and I made a bubble bath for her, vanilla scented of course. I went back to gather her up in bridal style. “Come on, let’s get you cleaned up.” She nuzzled closer into my chest.

I helped do what she needed and I guided her into the bath, and I went in behind her.

I held her and caressed her skin. “My dear, it was amazing.”

“Yes, it was more than that, I would love it if we could do this frequently.” She turned around in the water and rested her pretty face on my chest, she looked up with her beautiful eyes, I could have watched them all night. “I would like to be yours, and I want you to be mine.”

“Yes, I would love that, my dear.”

So we laid there, bathed each other and just held each other.

“My temptress, I will give you everything that you ever want.”

[savi-of-ithaca]

Figured I should ask, what are some fond or interesting memories you have?

oooh do i get an ask in return each time? how delightful of you

welllllll, i guess i'll go youngest to oldest? in the order of memories that come to me

-> in the third grade i was feeding ponies with my classmates and this one pony mistook me for a blade of grass. bit some flesh off my elbow. ow. my teacher was a little more ruffled than me i think, i was fine after it stopped hurting?? had to get 4 shots though

-> it was my aunt's wedding in finland and i had not yet developed inhibition....i fed everyone fresh GRASS on their plates,,,i was laughed at and discovered embarrassment that day. my aunt's cousin's mother tried to comfort me and we couldn't communicate at all due to the language barrier but i don't think i've laughed so hard ever again. we also picked berries in the forest!! such fun.

-> at the same wedding, i think i cried because i thought my aunt looked just like cinderella in her wedding dress and obviously wanted to stand next to her...but the groom got that honour. much to my dismay. now a version of the wedding photo where im really fucking grumpy exists and is framed on my grandparents' wall 😭

-> disneyland, paris. i thought the mickey mouse actor was actually mickey mouse. skipped the whole line in joy. best moment of my baby life

-> when i was summering with my relatives in delhi, there was this little litter of puppies that lived near one of the stalls in the marketplace with their mother. i'd drag my own mother along to see them every single day and somehow wore her down into letting me get my own little pup!! i love bruno

-> i wanted a pomeranian but my dad told me it was far too small and would get hurt in our house because i am rather clumsy, a trait i get from my mother, but amplified. i hesitantly still asked if they had a pomeranian, but the man had said they had pugs. which he claimed were basically the same thing. (not. but im glad.) so then they drove the first little pug here on a fucking SCOOTER and immediately i was in love. the boy was bald. he had NO HAIR on his head and he was still so happy to be here. immediately took him home. tried to name him crystal, dad said that was a stupid name. my friend had told me NOT to name my dog bruno and...well i saw only one thing to do ajshaushs

-> actually we had two guinea pigs, and before that two lovebirds. we didn't want to keep them caged, the birds, so we let them go, but jojo couldn't fly, i think he'd never learnt to iirc? so we had to return him and it was so heartbreaking. but honey was so happy soaring away

-> once when i was littler i liked collecting the dust chalk made. i'd pretend i was brewing concoctions with a little kitchenset and my mom did NOT like cleanup. she was upset and i couldn't for the life of me understand why so i started hiding chalk powder and stressing when i thought she'd find it 😭😭😭😭

-> i adored sudha murthy. i mean loved. i still have stories i remember and that i will tell anyone that hints just the slightest bit of interest in hearing

-> once, my mom told me not to talk to this girl because she thought she was a bad influence on me. i told that straight to the girl's face....to this day barely grasp why my mom didn't tell me not to tell her. how was i supposed to know???

-> i once danced while hula hooping to waka waka for a traditional indian religious festival *shudders in what were me and my friend thinking*

-> i used to love holi. loved loved loved it!! colour, water, music, friends, too bone deep tired for it now though i think

-> there was this one guy who made me and my ex very uncomfortable with weird comments so we just decided to make him uncomfortable back. ended up slighlty stealing his identity

-> more recent, i love making gifts for people. love it so much, my last gifts have been these neat potion bottle things i could show you if you'd like, photos edited to look like polaroids of favourite moments, coupons for hugs and stuff, my favourite memories come from seeing the looks on their faces as they received them. i live for personalised gifts.

-> in the second grade i wrote a story, i just wrote, no plot or really anything to interest you but my english teacher read it each time and gave me notes on the grammar and always encouraged me, which was a very sweet thing to do for a child. definitely encouraged me to write more

-> i used scribble on used paper, literally scribble lines, because that's how adults' handwriting looked to me. then my mom would pretend to grade it. i really do have good childhood memories if i look hard enough

i spoke way too much but i have so many memories to share and if you really are interested, i could always tell you more, and/or you can ask me any multitude of questions <3

[random-imagines-blog]

Imagine showering with Luke Cage.

“All I’m asking is that you don’t block the shampoo, one of us actually needs it,” You said, trying to reach around your boyfriend’s large frame to grab the bottle from the shelf.

You loved taking showers with Luke - though the logistics of the small shower and his very built body didn’t always work to your benefit.

“What - you want this bottle?” Luke asked, putting an arm behind him and took hold of the shampoo bottle. He made it look so tiny as he held it up, to tease you into reaching for it.. In your defense - he made everything look tiny compared to him.

“Luke,” You pouted, reaching up for it, barely being able to touch the smooth bottom of the plastic container. “You can’t hog the hot water AND my shampoo. I’m dirty and freezing down here.”

“I don’t know if I want to help with the first thing,” He smirked down at you.

But what he did do was maneuver around you so he was in the cold spot, and you were getting the nice warm water against your body.

With a grin, he pumped some of the shampoo onto his hand and started to massage it in for you, really working it into the scalp. He was taking care of you, making a comforting moan slip out from your lips as it felt like a massage against your head. You lost all complaints that you once had now, just getting lost in this world of warmth, your hand on his strong chest to keep yourself steady.

It was evident that he liked taking care of you, especially in ways like this, with a little bit of teasing first because it was so cute to watch you pout. It was a really fun dynamic that kept the both of you on your toes - never actual fighting or hurt feelings, especially never somewhere as intimate a place as your apartment, which you both treated as sacred ground. He even helped you to wash it out, holding you under the water, making sure that all of the product was out so that you could continue on with your hair routine. “Mmm - forgive me for my snarky comment?” You asked.

“About how one of us actually needs shampoo?” He asked, a bushy eyebrow raised. “Already forgiven.”

Requested by: @roguerambles​

[dracoqueen22]

hmmm, for a prompt:

Piers Nivans going to the gym with Chris and trying to be subtle about his admiration as Chris works out.

(yes I'm still thinking about it)

Piers is in the zone, mind thankfully blank, and breathing perfectly in control when he hears the door thud open behind him. It’s just after midnight in the BSAA gym, and usually, Piers has the place to himself. Everyone else would rather be out and about on a Friday night, then cooped up in headquarters in the gym. 

It’s probably Marco. He’s the only one who has even less of a life than Piers. 

There’s movement in his peripheral vision – the visitor taking the treadmill next to Piers – and he glances over for a quick confirmation. His rhythm stumbles. 

It’s not Marco. 

“Oh, uh, hey, Captain,” Piers says, trying to sound cool and collected and not at all inwardly freaking out. Chris’ wearing shorts that barely brush mid-thigh and a tank top that’s two sizes too small. “Didn’t think you’d be here so late.” 

Chris gives him one of those gorgeous half-smiles that lights up his eyes. “Am I out past my bedtime?” he asks. 

Piers laughs, and hopes it doesn’t sound as awkward as it feels. “Of course not. Just surprised is all. Usually, I’m the only one here.” He slows to a stop, scrubbing a hand through his hair. 

“Do you prefer to be alone?” Chris asks. He hasn’t climbed up on the treadmill yet, like he’s genuinely going to turn around and leave if Piers asks him, too. Because that’s the kind of guy Chris Redfield is. 

Good to the last drop. 

Also, it’s a tough question. Piers absolutely doesn’t want Chris to go anywhere, but he also doesn’t know how well he’s going to focus if his captain is right beside him, sweating and grunting and looking too fuckable. 

“Nah,” Piers says, the demon whispering just how much he doesn’t want to miss out on the sight of Chris Redfield, covered in sweat, wearing those too-short shorts. “Don’t mind the company if it’s yours, sir.” 

Chris huffs a laugh. “We’re off duty,” he says as he climbs onto the treadmill, tucking water bottle and phone into the holders. “You can call me Chris.” 

“Wouldn’t dream of it.” Piers offers an unsteady smile. 

Chris shrugs and powers on the treadmill, plugging in all the settings he prefers. “Suit yourself.” 

Piers does the same, getting back to work, trying to focus on his breathing, his pace. If he runs and doesn’t have to think, if he lets the rhythm pound through his feet, it’s like meditation. His mind drifts to nowhere and nothing. 

Not tonight though. 

Not with Chris Redfield a pace beside him, muscles flexing, body moving, a thin sheen of sweat building after ten minutes. He’s focused, sometimes typing on the phone with one hand, oblivious to Piers tracking a bead of sweat down the curve of his neck until it vanishes into the drooping dip of the tank. 

Christ, why does Chris always have to buy clothes two sizes too small? 

Piers swallows and stares at the readout on his own treadmill. He’s been at pace for fifteen minutes, more than warmed up, so he steps away, wipes his face. Normally he’d go into some light sparring with the dummy, but the LAT machine is right there, and he’d have a great view of Chris’ ass. 

He shouldn’t. 

But he does. He sits his ass at the LAT machine and starts to work, heart in his throat and mouth dry as Chris runs. His ass is perfectly framed by the taut stretch of his gym shorts, the way they ride up the back of his thighs. 

They’ve sparred a few times, Piers and Chris. Friendly wrestling matches out on the mats or testing spars between a captain and his subordinate to keep their skills fresh. Piers has been beneath Chris and on top of Chris and caught by Chris, so he knows how all those muscles feel. How strong Chris’ legs are, and how it’s like being in a cage when those thick arms wrap around you. 

Oh, fuck. 

Piers lets the LAT machine rest and leans forward, elbows on his knees, trying to catch a breath. He’s dizzy. This is such a bad idea. He should have said no. 

The rhythm of the treadmill slows and stops. Chris hops down, wipes sweat from his face, sucks down half the water bottle. Some of it escapes, trickles out the corner of his mouth, and Piers’ gaze is glued on that spill. It soaks the top of Chris’ white tank, and Piers swears he can see Chris’ nipples through the thin fabric. 

“You already done?” Chris asks as he moves to the bench and starts loading an ungodly amount of weight on the bar. 

“Yeah,” Piers says, though he’s nowhere near done. He didn’t even finish a set. 

“Spot me?” Chris asks as he lays on the bench, feet to either side of it, thighs spread. Piers’ can’t even form the spit to swallow. “I’ll return the favor.” 

“Sure,” Piers says, and embarrassingly, his voice cracks. He clears his throat and stands, moving to the head of the bench like a good spotter would. 

From here, he can look down the whole length of Chris’ body, and it’s a dizzying view. The tank has slipped a little, revealing one peach-colored nipple. A dusting of dark hair decorates Chris’ chest and disappears behind the white cotton. The gym shorts lay flat against his groin, but don’t do anything to hide his package. 

Christ. Piers isn’t going to survive this. 

“Thanks,” Chris says with a friendly wink. He looks up as he wraps his fingers around the bar. “Hope it’s not too much for you.” 

It’s an ungodly amount honestly, but there’s no way Piers is going to say that. “It’s fine,” he says, and Chris’ eyes sparkle. 

He starts to press the weights, and Piers kicks into automatic mode. He spots Chris without thinking, keep the captain safe chanting at the back of his mind, like it always does when he’s covering Chris’ back. 

But his eyes wander. Up and down, from bare ankles to bare legs to bare knees, to partially bare thighs, all dusted with hair. To the space between thighs where Piers could easily fit himself and rub his cheek on the soft dick beneath. To where Piers could sit, on those wide hips, his own legs splayed wide as he ground down and Chris fucked up into him. How wide those big hands might feel on his waist. 

That’s dangerous so Piers drags his gaze up higher, and that’s no safer. That taut tank hides nothing, not the planes of Chris’ belly, soft and muscled, or the swell of his pecs, strong but pillow soft. Piers’ mouth wets itself at the thought of tasting Chris’ nipples, making him moan or pant. Of bending over to kiss Chris, and taste the heat of his mouth. 

He wants to sit on the space at the end of the bench, put his mouth on Chris right now, so that when he leaves tonight, it’s with the taste of Chris lingering on his tongue. 

“Piers?” 

Piers blinks and is suddenly aware of the heat on his face, the red flush down his neck and chest. Chris looks up at him, at Piers’ iron grip on the bar Chris is trying to lift, and embarrassment makes his ears go hot. 

“S-sorry, Captain,” Piers stutters, begging to God that his shorts hide his boner. “Guess I’m more tired than I thought. Raincheck on that favor?” 

Chris pushes the bar back onto the rest, and Piers hastily steps away, turning his hips out of view. “You work too hard.” He sits up, twisting to keep Piers in his peripheral vision. “Go get some rest, kid.” 

Kid!? Oh, the indignity. 

“Funny. We all say the same thing about you, sir,” Piers says. He backs away, step by step, veins running hot and cock filling at the weight of Chris’ scrutiny. 

Chris laughs. “Fair enough.” He grabs his water bottle and takes a swig, toasting Piers with it. “I’ll take that raincheck then. Get some sleep.” 

Sleep is the last thing on Piers’ mind. 

“Yes, sir.” He shoots off a playful salute and makes a hasty escape, his heart hammering, his cock throbbing, and the star of every wet dream sitting there, glistening with sweat. 

Fuck his life. 

Piers skips the shower. No way he can lather up knowing Chris is a wall and an unlocked door away. Not knowing that Chris will be using this shower minutes after he does. 

Nope. 

Piers is going straight to his bunk. 

***

[aaronfj77]

The Monster Slayer

I remember the day the mighty Monster Slayer arrived at my village.

They had told stories of the fearsome warriors, clad in shimmering Armor. Carrying weapons fit to carve a monster from claw to fang. When the cart began bumbling up the cobblestones of the village, tossing grass and pebbles to the wayside, I had imagined a massive cage to cart the beast away in. Yet it was a simple covered cart that tinkled and clinked as it was pushed forward.

That’s right.

Pushed! It wasn't being pulled by any calamity or foul beast made to bend to the whim of the slayer, but was instead being pushed happily along by an older gentleman. Who when wiping his brow from the steady heat, made a sort of whistling sound. His hair and beard were both white. He wore green suspenders over a simple cotton shirt that had longer sleeves he had rolled up and buttons down the middle. He had shiny metalic frames that enclosed his eyes in an orange shimmered glass.

Far from our towns savior.

The town dragon in the north western caves had become quite rowdy. She had started hissing out steam at all who would pass. She even almost ate one of Mr. Leary’s sheep on one hearding afternoon! Something had to be done about the beast before it devoured the entire town! The village had called on the local lord to send us someone willing to do what needed to be done! Not this, simple old whistling fool. Yet, this “slayer” that had been sent surely wasn’t up to this task.

How wrong I was!

The small white bearded man just kept pushing his cart towards the mouth of the cave and inevitability towards the mouth of the Dragon. His whistling alerted the Dragon immediately. The growls and rumblings could be heard for miles. The very fields quaked as she sensed an approach. The man simply continued to push his cart merrily closer. About thirty paces from the entrance, he began to shout into the cave! I couldn’t hear what he was yelling but he seemed to be arguing with the dragon!

She would grumble and shake houses near by, he would in turn yell right back in a tone that could only be described as petty annoyance. The Dragon ended their verbal fight with a roar that caused boulders and rocks to slide down the mountain side. Once the slide was over, the man huffed and walked over to his cart.

When he removed the cover on the cart, I became briefly blinded. Bits of metal and steel shimmered like beacons under the high sun. Finally! Here was our mighty slayer! The cart had to be filled with sharpened Elorian Steel and thick armor made to withstand a Dragon’s tail spikes! Or at least strong enough that your bones don’t all crack at once when the tail hit you.

When the shimmering died down and I could see the cart again, I quickly became annoyed once more. Yes, there was some metalic objects but much of it was bottles and small steel tubes. The clinking hadn’t been weapons or armors but vials and steel tools that I didn’t quite recognize. I had once met a traveling alchemist that had similar such items but nothing to this caliber.

He pulled from his cart, a single item, so small I couldn’t even see it in his hands. I moved closer to observe and saw as the elderly man planted the item in the ground at his feet like a seed. Much like a seed in fact as seconds later a sprout popped from the ground with such velocity it shot dirt in a few different directions. Then the old man mumbled something about time.

He reached for one of the vials on the cart, pulled a dropper and added a single drop Into the vial. He held it up to the sun and began to swirl the liquid around. Smoke itself began to rise from the vial and once it was billowing quite a bit, he poured its contents onto the sprout.

In the time it had taken him to turn and put the vial back on the cart, a fully grown nymph had grown from the sprout. She was a creature I had only seen rough sketches of. A woman made of tree or a tree made to look like a woman. I could never tell which they were supposed to be.

She immediately smacked him on the back of the head with a whispy one of her branches. He grunted at the injury and began arguing with the nymph! I couldn’t make out many words from the man but it seemed they got into a heated discussion about timing and something called “sedation”. I didn’t fully know the term but I could tell it was quite important.

As the man started working away on his cart, the nymph began to grow things off of her branches. She grew leaves that looked like snowfall mixing with fresh blood, a fruit that curved at its base and cycled between seeming blue or green depending on how the light hit it, and finally she grew from a spot just above her right shoulder, a massive seed.

A hard-shelled seed with long hairs sticking out of it. As she handed them to the man, he would add them slowly to what he was making. For the leaves, he ground them into a pale pink paste which he smeared inside of a jar. He took the fruit, peeled off the exterior using the first weapon I had seen him bring out, a paring knife like the one my mother used on Potatoes. Once it was peeled, he sliced the fruit into thin pieces and dropped them into the jar with the paste.

When she handed him the seed, he took extra care to hold it away from his body. He placed it into a clamp on the cart. As he pulled a lever, the clamp tightened around the seed and a thin stream of liquid started to seep from the bottom. The man, using tongs, picked up the jar and held it under the stream until it was about half full. He released the lever and the clamp stopped juicing the seed.

He placed the seed, now drained, into a tight woven bag that he put back on his cart.

He placed a sealed lid on the glass jar and began to shake it! He shook it up and down and back and forth. When he was done with his spasms, he paused then shook it again. Once he finished that time, the nymph smacked him again and gestured for him to shake it one more time. He shook it a final time, then abruptly stopped.

He walked to the mouth of the cave, and again, he yelled as fiercely as the beast had before. The nymph shook her head and walked away from the cave just as the old man placed the jar down on the ground and walked away to join her. No fighting? No battle? I had thought surely, he was making some kind of strange explosive but no such force came! Instead, the creature itself came forth.

Deli’strua, the golden dragon beneath the Thunderpeak mountains, strolled forth from the maw of the cave.

I… I didn’t think I would get to see her alive.

I don’t know anyone alive in my family who has ever met the great dragon. I figured I would see her being carted away after the fight. That she would be limp and gone. All fire from her eyes and lungs gone.

Instead, for the first time in seven generations of my family, I saw the dragon.

She made the opening the cave, that for my entire life had loomed above everything but the peaks and the sky themselves, seem like such a small space. Like a dog barely fitting through a small opening in a door. She fully stepped out of the entrance and as she did the sun blazed off her golden scales. Over lapping like thicker larger scales of a fish, they shined almost as brilliantly as the sun itself.

Her shimmering form leaned down towards the jar the man had placed. Her mouth opened, and instead of flames hotter than any hearth could ever be shooting out and eviscerating the jar, the dragon’s tongue scooped it into her mouth.

I thought for a moment if the glass would hurt the dragon. If the jar broke inside, would the shards still cut her? Surely not. The heat inside her chest would probably melt the glass back to nothing more than a thought.

So that was how this dragon slayer worked. He was a poisoner who worked his sword from a distance. Concocting strange potions like a coward. Nothing about this man was like the legends had said. Surely enough, the dragon laid down on the ground mere moments later. She curled her massive body around herself like a cat by a fire, shimmering like a pile of breathing gold. She laid there and did not move again.

The man and nymph walked back to their cart and began to argue again. I assumed it was about how to move the carcass away from the village now that the beast was slain. Once the man pulled a large silver tool from his cart, I understood for certain what was happening. This man was going to stab the dragon after he had already killed the beast. The nymph must have been trying to stop this wicked man from disrespecting such a magnificent creature. She couldn’t and he continued to approach the beast.

As I watched, I noticed something else. The Dragon was still breathing! Its body had a steady rise and fall that I had only noticed after watching it for some time. He continued to approach the Dragon, walking directly towards its head! A cruel malevolent man to put a beast to sleep then kill it while it could not defend itself! Much worse than stabbing the body after your kill! Such as the way of this strange man.

Fool’s die heroes in their minds, while only the wicked survive.

When he got to the creature’s head, he began to climb up. Did he intend to stab the beast in the eye? He lifted the creature’s mouth open.

Let me not try to confuse you.

This strange old man, seemed to, with direct intention put himself into the great dragon’s mouth!

He extended a tool from the bottom of the lip to the top holding it in place above his head.

Up until this point, I had been looking from a nearby hill, but I found myself slowly creeping forward to see as much of this strange interaction as I could. I stumbled down the hill and nearly fell completely on my face as I made my way down the slope.

The nymph noticed me now and walked over to help me up. I took her branches in hand and looked upon her in wonder. She seemed to be speaking to me but the only sound I heard was that of winds blowing through an empty wood. I told her as such and she nodded and smiled almost sadly.

We both turned back to the man and the dragon. He at this point was applying some kind of paste onto one of the dragon’s teeth! The fang itself was twice the length as he was but he applied the paste to everywhere he could reach. When he was done, he wiped his hand on a towel and put the paste away again. He grabbed the beam holding open the mouth, removed it, and slowly climbed back down. He then simply walked away from the beast! He didn’t strike it, or stab it! He left the beautiful dragon simply sleeping as if she had just fallen asleep there.

When he saw me, he jumped slightly. It had been a larger reaction from the old man than from when he yelled at the dragon!

He walked right past me to get to his cart without saying a word. He put everything away at double pace. I wished to ask a question of the old man even if it came at risk of argument as it seemed all things did with him. I asked simply what he had done to our dragon. Had he actually poisoned her or had he done something much more benign? He just shook his head and mumbled something without looking at me. I asked him to repeat himself and he said in a much clearer tone than before,

“Just a toothache.”

I asked him further, what exactly he had done to help?

“I gave her some juice from a juliepit seed, it put her to sleep long enough for me to apply some numbing antibacterial paste. It will help with the pain. Will you leave me alone now?”

I asked one final question of him. If the seed and paste on the tooth was the only things necessary to help, then what was everything else he put into that jar? He shrugged and looked at me with annoyance.

“Flavor.”

As quickly as he arrived, he pushed his cart away whistling quietly to himself. The nymph gave me one final wave then ran after the man and walked alongside him and his cart. I watched them leave, utterly perplexed by what had happened. When they were out of sight, I watched the dragon. She slept until just before sunset. When she began to stir, I ran quickly up the hill again and hid behind a tree until she fully woke up. She yawned her massive maw and smacked her lips. I watched as she ran her tongue around the tooth the man had worked on. She sighed in what I know from personal experience regarding toothaches, was relief. I figured she would go back into her cave as she always had, but when she took flight, I was struck by her awesome form. The now distant sun shimmering barely of her scales was fought by the now bright moon turning them into a pale blue as she flew into distant skies.

I don’t think I could ever forget the day the monster Slayer came to our village.