#kisses u weeps and kisses u

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

petition to stop . this madness stop being so full of love and pretty words and warmth U ARE MAKING THE OZONE LAYER THICKEN!!!!!!!!!!……….

:(((((((((((((( making me cry on a saturday is actually so cruel and twisted but i Did cry and that’s on me and the love i have for you and him pdbdldbkdkkd . real tears on ur conscience ahhhhhhhh what do i even say to this ……. what did i do to deserve youuuuu and your words and your love

that quiz was right when it said i can’t respond to compliments but this is like the seventh layer of Hell compared to that what could i possibly sayyyyy to something like this ……. something u made with ur own hands and mind …… :’< do you want a house. or someone to paint your walls in your favorite colour. do you need food for armin or a little treat or a hand to hold ….. a kidney perhaps…….. anything i have is yours to keep STOP THIS MADNESSPJFDOBDDLFK U CANT MAKE ME FEEL SAPPY ON A DAY OFF THIS IS SO DEVASTATING . maybe i don’t need to say anything maybe u already know….. let me talk about the piece instead <3 so as to keep the flood gates at bay. don’t make ari think about mickey for an extended amount of time bc they willlll tear up

TAT ….. winters with suguru. ohhhhhhh winters with suguru………. soft snow and pure white and gray and flushed skin and warm hands holding yours. ough ough ough. u should be thrown in jail for making me think about this alone I WAS ALREADY GETTING A LITTLE EMOTIONAL JUST WATCHING THE SNOW… how at peace. it makes me feel T_T when i think about suguru + winters my mind does always stray to misu which makes me think of you. so in a roundabout way . winter = mickey ……. sorry i don’t know what i’m saying. my point is this image killeddd me there’s no way u actually care about my mental health i feel like a puddle on the floor 😭😭 cold air and frosted snowflakes but he alone stays warm.

also was reading this and being soooo self-indulgent and self-inserty surely …. that is okay …… just this once. i’m crying though bc pdjdkdkdk U KNOW ME TOO WELLLLL IM SICK …….. ’you won’t say it, but he knows you are.’ (…) ’he knows you’re squeezing your fists inside your pockets in a feeble attempt of keeping warm and he knows it’s not really working.’ <- clocked and deceased . pdbdkdndnn but MICKEYYYYY THE LONGING THIS MADE ME FEEL I’M GONNA CRY AGAIN …….. i’m being stubborn and not asking to be warmed up and he still knows……..

your descriptions are so . ethereal……….. i could see the painting soooooo clearly in my mind i could feel the cold air nipping at my skin and see all the silent snowflakes :’)))) the winter wonderland in ur brain …. aaaaaaaaaa . it’s sick of you to make me miss winter pdjdldkdk LIKE THIS SNOW WILL HAVE MELTED BY NEXT WEEK ……. i feel so fuzzy and full of longing sobsobsob i just want . a mickey on my left and a sugu on my right …… is that so much to ask …….

a puff of air disappearing into the sky …… swallowed by the vast ocean above ……… your writing gives me sooooo much comfort and joy and whimsy. i hope you know that :’3 i feel so at peace just reading this it’s like i’m standing outside and the world is silent and everything smells crisp and smokey. TOMORROW THE SUN WILL SHINE AND YOU’LL BE THE REASON BEHIND IT …………. aaaaaaahjhhhh tears in my eyessss tears in my eyes SUGURU KNOWS IT …………… something so steady and unbreakable about the way he loves you . :’) the cold will never rouse him because he knows the sun will shine again …… ahhhhhhhhh …………… i’m sorry to make it selfshippy sobsob but arisugu rlly is . a silly little combo where we both see the other as The Sun and think of ourselves as the moon….. lmao………

his hands itch to hold yours already, to watch you scrunch up your nose as he coos at the way you beam at him, to pull you into his chest. he wants to be a little selfish with you, he wants to tuck you inside his coat and under his sweater and behind his ribcage. his spring flower, his little dove.

^ Okay . PDJKDKDNDLDKDK THISSSSS WAS SO FUCKING EVIL YOU KNEWWWW I WOULD FALL OVER AND CRY YOU KNEW I WOULD LOSE MY MIND the sun just started shining outside my window btw . surely this was mickey’s doing YOU KNOW ME TOO WELL YOU HURT ME TOO WELLLL TAT ………… scrunch up your nose. sobs. coos at the way you beam at him. sobs. pulls you into his chest. sobs. HE WANTS TO BE A LITTLE SELFISH WITH YOU. TUCK YOU INSIDE HIS COAT AND UNDER HIS SWEATER AND BEHIND HIS RIBCAGE YOUUUU SICK FUCK (said lovingly, passionately) YOU KNOW WHAT YOURE DOING 😭😭😭😭😭😭……. i am so lucky to know youuuu i am so lucky to have you know me . reading this felt like being cannibalized. his spring flower …. his little dove ………. :’’’<

if it was possible i would peel all these letters off my screen and eat them one by one and then they would bloom on my tongue and stay there for the rest of my life. i would taste dandelions everytime i spoke and it would make me think of you. sob sob sob sob . sorry i know i keep getting sidetracked but mickeyyyyy this piece :((((((( means the galaxy to me ….. i wanna cry again ……….. hugged by layers and oil paint………….

’but this is your place, too. (…) it feels painfully right to watch you. to admire you from afar.’ <- i love . the way you write him … i love it so much …… his silent love that eats him alive from the inside. just watching you and waiting for you to turn around and face him. :’< ….. endlessly patient. might be my favorite thing about him…… how he will wait for you forever…….. content to just think of you and feel the love. my most special loverboy ever (next to u)…..

and he just stands there and thinks of you. sleeping and eating and just breathing and being alive <- cue suguru ’loverboy’ geto, with hearts in his eyes……… god god god god . u must want me dead. snow falls and his heart beats and all he feels and sees is you, you, you….. it’s always just been you……………

you know he's there, you know he'll always be there. unyielding in his adoration, in his love, he will wait for you forever. no matter how long you'll take, no matter how cold it'll get — he will warm you up and he will cradle your face and he will tuck you away for safekeeping.

(i have recently developed a fondness for exploding cat gifs can u tell) MICKEYYYYYYYYYYYYY 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 another paragraph that felt like having my heart yanked out and eaten in front of me i cannot explaaaaaain .how mushy i feel. pdbdldndldkd. I LOVE YOUR WRITING……. I LOVE SUGURU GETO……… I LOVE THE WAY YOU BOTH LOVE ………….. he will wait for you forever. (:(((((() no matter how long, no matter how cold. he will warm you up and he will cradle your face and he will tuck you away from safekeeping <- it’s been such a good run on this website such a shame ari was just found dead in a ditch. clutching their phone. godddd you knew what this would do to me and you STILL posted it which leads me to believe u are either praying for my downfall or you love me very much…. surely it is the former……………………….

:’))))) i could probably go on and onnnnn it is so amazing to me how you make me feel so much and spiral so deeply with just a couple lines and paragraphs…… u are so dangerous for me………… iiiii love this piece so so deeply knowing you made it and thought of me and i am so honoured to know u……. sorry for being sappy but i do in fact love you terribly T^T …… this is my treasure and i’ll cry over it forever. in my mind’s eye i am kissing u in the snow and making one of these and saying ’look, it’s you <3’

he knows you're cold.

you won't say it but he knows you are.

he knows your fingers are freezing, that the brisk winter air is settling inside your bones. he can't see your face and yet, he knows your nose is red. your cheeks, the tips of your ears. he knows you're squeezing your fists inside your pockets in a feeble attempt of keeping warm and he knows it's not really working.

gently, small crystals fall, one right after the other — there's barely any wind but the air is cripsy, it's nipping at everything it possibly can and yet, you still stand before the white backdrop, the snowy trees and the quiet trail, like you belong there.

not stuck, not frozen. not lost in thought.

alive, and breathing.

slowly, you exhale, and he watches the small puff of air disappear into the sky. the vast ocean up above swallows it and lets it grow; tomorrow the sun will shine and you'll be the reason behind it. suguru knows it.

his hands itch to hold yours already, to watch you scrunch up your nose as he coos at the way you beam at him, to pull you into his chest. he wants to be a little selfish with you, he wants to tuck you inside his coat and under his sweater and behind his ribcage. his spring flower, his little dove.

but this is your place, too. right there in front of him, hugged by layers and layers of oil paint and devotion, the beautiful picture. it feels painfully right, to watch you.

to admire you from afar.

your name rests on the tip of his tongue, his toes curling in his winter boots as he waits, ever-so-patiently, for you to turn around.

(to come back to him.)

he thinks about how pretty you looked in bed, he thinks about how pretty you looked when you ate a piece of him in the morning. he thinks about how pretty you are now, with your back to him.

snow falls.

his heart beats in his ears. it's all he can hear; it's you, who he can only feel.

he watches your head move, barely an inch, and he knows there's a small, a faint little smile tugging at the corners of your lips.

you know he's there, you know he'll always be there. unyielding in his adoration, in his love, he will wait for you forever. no matter how long you'll take, no matter how cold it'll get — he will warm you up and he will cradle your face and he will tuck you away for safekeeping.

— for my beloved @twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat ilove youuuu

[tsukk1]

happy tsukkiyama day !! 🌙⛰️✨

art collab with my lovely oomfie @lleann-art <3

[callmehere-iwillappear]

woah new fanfic to obsess over?

count me in

(if you don't mind i will be screaming about this particular scene in my head over and over again thank you very much)

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

!!!!!!!!!!!!! oh i am OBSESSED w how u depicted this oh mgydo yes the waves the static the!!!!! prints this out and eats it

[rintoki]

kaveh

[theophcgy]

when    we    come     𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐄   ⎯   𝐓𝐎   ⎯   𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐄     with    the     [   𝗗𝗘𝗩𝗜𝗟    ]    HIMSELF,     whether    we    intend    to    or    not,    dear    believers     ⸺     we    are    drawn    to    him    by    𝐎𝐔𝐑    𝐎𝐖𝐍    𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐒.        there    is    a    shadow    amiss,        (    DEEP    )     within    our    hearts,    WITHIN    OUR    MINDS,       in    a    place    that    most    DON'T    EVEN    KNOW    exist    within    themselves.     [    𝐓𝐇𝐄    𝐃𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐋    𝐈𝐒    𝐆𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐀    𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋    𝐓𝐎    𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐄    𝐃𝐄𝐏𝐓𝐇𝐒    ╱    𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐑    𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑   !       ]     and    though    you    may    T    R    E    M    B    L    E       before    the    beast,    you    should    make    it    EASIER    ON    YOURSELF    and    a   c   c   e   p   t    what    it    is    that    he    bestows    upon    you.

                    𝘛𝘏𝘌     𝐃𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐋     𝗛𝗔𝗦

                                𝐀     𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐍     𝙁𝙊𝙍    Y̷͉͓̺̗̪͑̑͊͆̔̕͝Ọ̴̤̺͙͔̗̱͕̮̔U̴̹͈̒̃̈́ !

[illyrianbitch]

happy valentines day i kith u tenderly

i kith u back with the intensity of a long-lost lover in a period drama that alters the timeline irreversibly

[diodellet]

hi hi !! throwing in 🤡🛠 and 🖍️ (again if you’d like!)

also 🫴❤️

hi ian!! thanks forda ask💕💕

🤡How many Wips are you actively working on?

uh surprisingly not that many actually. i think i have i'm working on like 5 or 8 twst wips? (3 of them are smut, all of them have jamil in it, none of them are wcidfy oops)

i am lying through my teeth. i am struggling to hold back my closet doors. it is about to burst open and i am a fool with noodles for arms.

🛠Is there a scene or anything in the WIP you are struggling with right now?

i tend to flipflop between my wips esp since i get blocked very easily, esp when its a fic that has more than 1 character++ensemble dialogue, so...dio's just been here parkouring around in her wips folders, chipping away to add a sentence or two.

it's kinda funny because i dont really visualize as im writing, but rather i tend to hear the narration and dialogue as im typing it down? so, it's also kinda ironic that i struggle the most with writing dialogue over other things in fic.

🖍Post any sentence from your wip

This one's going to be a sort of companion piece to "i think i found a place for us" ft. some light drinking bcs in vino veritas🤧💕💕

(where instead of comforting jamil, its the other way around this time yipeeee its so hard to write comfort for characs who refuse to be comforted)

“Why not?” Jamil shrugs, accepting it from you. Drains the rest of the drink."

(send an emoji and get some info abt one of my wips?)

[lovinglin]

ART BY @4rachnophilia 🫶💖💕

POSTING THIS BC I NEED EVERYONE TO LOOK AT IT AS WELL.... this made me cry and I think everyone should know too /pos

[radiaking]

+ memes / accepting!

@vaulttecexec sent: [ final ] sender and receiver share a kiss for the very last time, and they know it's their last

It's not bitter and it's not sweet, it exists in some sort of limbo space between the two while somehow being neither of them. It hurts, that much he knows, that is a feeling he can identify. Everything just became too much for him, for them both. He couldn't look at her the same anymore and she naturally got tired of defending herself. A part of him understands her motivations and he tried to understand more but he couldn't. So that was that.

Now they've signed the papers, the newspapers have told their own story of their sordid tale, a far cry from reality if there ever was one. There's no love lost, not to him, but it's different. It's changed. It's not the same. And it breaks his heart.

He walks her to her car--old habits die hard and he apologizes one last time for all of it. It's not his fault nor is it hers; there are powers at work far greater than the sum of them. They both want to do what's right, they just disagree on what that is.

He can't help the way he reaches out to her, cups her cheek in his hand and apologizes again. This time it's really the last time. He kisses her softly just at the corner of her lips--any closer would be too much, any further wouldn't feel right either. It's the best he can do before he turns and walks away with a final goodbye.

[lvminisciel]

🤗🤗

ive just spent the last 6hrs goin thru every piece of media from 'the phantom of the opera' and all i can say is

WHY IS IT LIKE THATTT

why's the ending like that??? be it the one from broadway theatre dated back in 1988, or the musical in 1986, the movie from 2004, even in the original novel by Leroux himself, none of them ends with a closure of the phantom's acceptance..

i hvnt watch the 1925 silent film version tho; but so far i think i like the og novel version best

personally i spite the 2004 version so much as in tht one, christine clearly stated tht she's afraid of the phantom (as uttered in the song 'Twisted Every Way') while it's never been told that way in the novel/broadway/other versions

on the og novel tho, despite christine still married raoul in the end, he still returned to bury the phantom during his passing, the last thing phantom had asked before they parted. she fulfilled her promise, and put the ring(?) he gave her to be buried w/ him.. truly the best ending of all version me thinks

overall i loved the parallels of night & daylight imagery. of heaven & hell, beast & beauty. also the part where she said 'he sings inside my mind'? imo it can be interpreted in many ways

[tviirus]

i am just saying... my muses deserve kisses...

[saltpepperbeard]

Me seeing you on my dash, and staring at your beautiful gifs and smiling at your amazing posts and tags:

^^^^^ rare footage of me being ABSOLUTELY OVERCOME WITH FEELS AND AFFECTION ANY TIME YOUR SWEETNESS GRACES MY PRESENCE

[itadore-you]

ARE YOU, LIKE ME, ALSO VERY MUCH SLEEP DEPRIVED?

here are the main mistakes that YOU probably make DAILY and should AVOID at all costs:

"I'll just read the first chapter! who knows if ill even like this story! how interesting could (insert AU) really be?"

[pancakehouse]

hi hi hi mads pancakehouse i am thinking about you because i saw this book and i miss you desperately and i wish you were where i am so we could eat pad thai on the couch!!!!

OMG HI SCREAMING I LOVE YOU SOOOO LOUD !!!!! can you hear me!!!!!!!!!

hehehe well that is some world-class literature you’ve got there i wish desperately that this madeline was in paris rn <3 we could be in a cafe eating almond croissants n offending all of the scary chic locals w our american-accented francaise .. could even perhaps copy tp’s beret slay moment just for the occasion <333

[kirkw4ll-a]

i genuinely always hear hawke's voice so distinctly when you write her, and it's been so fun like?? your personal headcanons jive so well with who she is, and especially as a mage. i love her desperation and connection to her father.. i just like, your characterization is personal but also so easy to just see and go 'yeah that's hawke' - anyway idk if this made sense i'm bad at this, but !!! you rock!!

beep beep how’s my portrayal ?

this..... means................. the WORLD TO MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEe i cannot even tell you. i luv hawke so much it Kills me

[aomiiine]

HE LOVES HIS OFFICER!

𐔌  .   𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑹𝑹𝑰𝑵𝑮 ⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆  ୧ ──── PRAEDATOR! SYLUS + ENFORCER! FEM READER

W☆RNINGS. N!SFW/MDNI (18+) — cockhead pinching, hate fucking vibes, orgasm denial/orgasm delay, cock ring, handjob, cock slapping (once), feral sylus, tame(?) bdsm-ish vibes, restraints (chains obv), a bit predator/prey dynamic, slight praise kink (reader), might be ooc sylus but idc lol, switch m & f, overstim, hints of corruption (sylus -> you), quite heavy degradation (reader to him & him to reader. ie; slut, bitch, animal, etc.), that tongue scene lmaoaoa, kind of (not canon) improvised lore at the end, ‘kitten’ is used twice i think, all smut no plot, not proofread wordcount is 1.7k edited to 1.9k

TAGLIST. @tinycatharsis @jellysix @wonryllis @tsukkisukkii @wonuwuuuuu

author’s comment. thinking ab making a small event for valentines day w the lnds guys based on the new banner.. tell me what u think abt this one though! also, this is just me exploring these kinks so pls pardon me if they aren’t well written :’) Comments and reblogs are deeply appreciated !! <3

“As if the frenzy enhancer wasn’t enough, you had to put a fucking cock-ring on me when I’m already this fucking hard, you slutty minx.”

Chains clanged and rattled from Sylus’s writhing, hands balling to fists in his attempt to yank the metal cuffs off him. It was in vain, of course, but you couldn’t blame him. You were tasked to interrogate him by your superior but here you were—absolutely torturing his big cock by denying every single orgasm.

It was almost sad honestly. The way his dick curved to his belly, abs flexing with every ragged breath he took. His tip leaked what seemed to be a steady stream of pre-cum staining his stomach, his arousal making a mess of the white nest on his pelvis, swollen shaft throbbing like a fucking heartbeat in anticipation on what your next move would be.

“The cock-ring was a necessary measure taken for you to speak. Since your mouth wont tell me the information I need, maybe your stupid cock will,” you scoffed at his glower, landing a slap onto his stiff cock, earning yourself a hiss. His teeth gritted and bared at you in obvious agitation from the endless heat running through his veins and the frenzy enhancer.

“Maybe if you stopped being a cruel bitch and let me cum already, I’d fucking speak.”

“Information first, reward later,” you replied swiftly, hand reaching out to wrap around his needy dick, stroking him half-heartedly, not even bothering to pay a sliver of attention to his weeping tip.

“Oh, fuck you.”

“No, thank you.”

Sylus groaned loudly, wrists tugging on the biting metal cuffs hanging over each side of his head. His breath quickened, guttural moans rumbling from his chest from the lazy strokes you gave him.

Sylus felt utterly humiliated that he was being so damn sensitive at the weak jerks of your soft palm around his slick cock, his hips rolling to fuck into your fist. His ego was bruised, but he wasn’t one to dwell on it. Instead, he’d like to move on and have you kiss fuck it better.

“Do you not know how to stroke a cock, kitten? Is my little enforcer a virgin?” Sylus’s voice was low and husky when he spoke, hands relaxing on the chain to lean down forward, his large and tall frame looming over your smaller one just before you could retaliate his remark.

The shadow sylus’s figure casted over yours was undeniably intimidating—especially so when his nearly crazed eyes gleamed at you in a predatory gaze. His head dipped closer to yours, stray strands of his white hair falling over his eyes as he searched for your irises.

It took every will in your body to not flinch, refusing to show him a single shred of weakness to exploit. Except, Sylus merely grinned at your bravado, tongue darting out to lick his lips as if he was staring at prey.

“Scared of a little proximity, my dear enforcer?” The mockery in his voice grated at your nerves, your features contorting into a grimace on instinct.

“You animal,” you seethed, grasp on his cock tightening to a point bordering on pain. Your praedator gasped sharply, leaning away to throw his head back in relief when you began stroking him, fast.

Every deliberate flick of your wrist brought hot white pleasure to his strained body, eyes closing shut with nothing but deep, drawn out groans leaving his throat. The chains began rattling against, muscles flexing with effort when he felt himself nearing an explosive orgasm.

“Yes— oh fuck, yes, make me cum, you dirty bitch,” he grunted in a near whimper, hips rocking upward uncontrollably when your hand began focusing on his crown. Your index finger and thumb created a circle around the head to stimulate his glans continuously, pads of your fingers purposely rubbing over the sensitive frenulum.

“Calling me a bitch when you’re the begging to cum like a manwhore,” you tsked disapprovingly, quickening your strokes while your glared intense at his deep red cock, the cock-ring tight on his base to keep him rock hard.

You didn’t miss the way his slit continued to leak, his arousal betrayed by the way he kept producing natural lube for you to use. “At least I’m honest—agh—fuck! I wanna cum so bad, baby, please,” Sylus stammered, head hung low with droplets of sweat falling down his flushed skin.

You considered showing him mercy at his plea, truly. His cock was throbbing around your fingers, balls drawn up tight to his body with pent up cum—why couldn’t you just let the poor man cum his brains out already?

“I don’t know.. I’m not getting the information I want,” you uttered teasingly, not truly contemplating the thought. Even if you did, the answer would always fall on ‘no’.

You could see how Sylus was on the edge of cumming with how his legs quivered subtly, abdomen muscles flexing and relax with each stroke. His cock was steaming hot in your hand, warm with fresh cum flowing up to his shaft. Yet just moments before he was about to release, your ministrations ceased, two fingers stopping just below his glans to pinch his sensitive flesh, forcefully halting his orgasm.

“Motherfucker—I was just about to fucking cum all over your uniform, you—” he snarled, nostrils flaring with every intake of breath. His nose scrunched up briefly in pure infuriation, eyes closed as he leaned his head back, the corners of his lips twitching to a smile.

“When I get out these chain, kitten, I’ll get back at you so fucking good, you’ll be crippled for weeks,” he huffed in a scoff before punctuating his threat with a harsh tug on the metal cuffs restraining him to the metal bars of the cage, the chains clattering loudly. His throat was stretched and exposed for you to see, skin glistening with perspiration and Adam’s apple bobbing.

The sudden motion startled you, sending your heart beating faster than it already was. Your assigned praedator was unhinged, you knew that much from his files—but you didn’t expect him to be this unhinged.

Despite that, it sent your heart racing rather than falling into the pit of your stomach. You felt excited, fucking thrilled even. Your pupils dilated as if you just found your fix, like a cat setting its sights on its newest toy.

“Mmhm, sure,” you muttered with a faint yet noticeable tremble to your voice. It caught Sylus’s attention in an instant.

the sweat sheened praedator finally lifted his head, tilting to the side with intrigue glinting in those crimson irises. “Are you liking this, kitten?” He said with his now hoarse voice, smirk stretching more than it should. “‘S that why you decided to make this cage for me? Using this place as your personal sex dungeon? Yeah, I see it. The eyes of the depraved.”

Sylus’s eyes narrowed with sadistic glee, no doubt pounding with satisfaction at the thought of corrupting his righteous enforcer and throbbing with an ongoing orgasm, cock still held in place by yours unwavering fingers.

It took you a moment to regain your composure, still reeling from the shot of adrenaline he gave you. Eventually, you caught yourself again, inhaling deeply before dropping your eyes to his cock between your digits, shaft still pumping with kept cum.

With a bite of your tongue, you released him of punishment, letting his cum spurt out onto his stomach in ropes.

”yesyesyesss— mmph, god fucking damn it!”

His balls pulsed with his length as thick, hot stuttering streams of semen dripped to the floor, your hand not hesitating to wrap around his girth, pulling his stiff dick towards you and letting his cum make white messes on your dark coloured uniform.

“There, I let you cum.” You spoke sounding just as winded as Sylus who was basking in the mind-numbing relief of emptying his balls to the fullest after accumulating it all in his cock for what felt like hours.

“You did.. Yes, you did, you good girl,” he slurred, no doubt basking in the afterglow shameless, hips thrusting shallowly into your hand for the slightest bit of friction.

A brow twitched when you heard him call you good girl all of the sudden. Your lashes batted at him, lips parted in surprise until your head dipped once more, averting your gaze.

The cock-ring at the base of his dick was slid off him, his body chasing your heat as you pulled away and tucked his cock back into his pants, zipping him back up. You allowed him slump bonelessly with his hands tied up above his head, leaving him panting for air.

He must’ve said it ‘cause he was drunk of the high, not because he meant it, was a mantra you repeated in your mind to convince yourself. Regardless, you couldn’t deny how it sent goosebumps up your nape, hair standing at attention, couldn’t deny how a single fleeting praise made your throat go dry and breathing quicken.

“I expect full cooperation tomorrow morning, Sylus.” you blurted, focus moving back to him before you backed away a few steps and stormed out his cage, locking it securely behind you.

You practically sped walked out the prison underground, heading straight to the elevator leading back up to your office.

Once you were in the metal box, you fished for a handkerchief in your pocket, frantically using it to wipe the stains of his seed on the front of your uniform.

With quivering hands, your rubbed it off you the best you could to fade the colour so you could excuse it a spill of chemicals or something to your colleagues—even if that wasn’t what really happened.

Your little rendzvous with a praedator—a SSS ranked dangerous praedator at that—risked more than your job. You yourself could be detained for being suspected of having intercourse with a praedator. You’d be an experiment, again, for researchers to exploit if sex could turn you into a praedator.

But unfortunately, deep down, you knew you’d come back to him again. After all, nothing intoxicated you more than dancing with that red eyed devil tied up at your mercy.

Finally reaching your office floor, you got off the elevator, walking in a bee line past your busy colleague, eyes on the ground to avoid contact with any of them. You didn’t know if you could handle speaking or explaining (lying) about your situation to anyone right now.

you pulled on the back of your chair, taking a seat and immediately holding your head in your hands, rethinking your life choices—the one where you decided to change your occupation from Hunter to Enforcer. Your hands slid down your face, eyes falling to the handkerchief, a reminder of your earlier affair.

Only then did the events dawn on you, your entire body processing the audacity and brazen display you showed Sylus. Now you crumbled in the solace of your safe space away from his predatory gaze.

A hand came up to your mouth, lips capturing a finger to nibble on when your thighs rubbed against one another, making you realise how fucking drenched your panties were. That damn praedator had you this wet in a rut without laying a finger on you—how pathetic of you.

One thing was for sure, you’d call in leave early to rub this compiled arousal off quick—it didn’t matter if you had to wet your sheets with cum, you needed this feeling gone, asap.