#playing with your pet

[doveboycreature]

sex that's like holding down an overly anxious rabbit at the vet so it doesn't accidentally kick you while you're giving it a shot.

[rizzlegukgak]

sorry i swear to god there are like. ten fantasy high fans who are also fans of dungeons and dragons. im so so tired of people like “if they do another season which is soooooo unlikely they should do *insert something that’s compelling from a purely storytelling perspective but throws away the whole fucking reason why the show is what it is here*” instead of just understanding what a dungeons and dragons campaign is and how the pacing of the show has developed for the previous three seasons.

WHEN they do a fourth season (which they will, because they have no reason not to. it’s dropouts most popular PRODUCT period end of sentence) it will be called senior year and it will be the bad kids (potentially minus fig, because emily axford has voiced her opinion that she would like to play another character in the world of spyre) saving the world one last time as their senior year capstone project. over the course of that season they will level up to level 20, because that’s the dream of every single dungeons and dragons campaign and this is their ONLY opportunity to show us level 20 characters in dungeons and dragons legitimately. and they’ve set themselves up perfectly by leveling up five times each season so they’ll be level 20 for the final fight. adaine will cast wish. gorgug will have three attacks and better artificer equipment. fabian will have better bard spells and a third attack also. riz gukgak will be practically immune to AOE damage. kristen will cast divine intervention and it’ll work on a 20 or less. ally’s gonna roll a one on the d100. it’s going to be incredible.

[xochimillilili]

Reminder that random mouth inspections are very important for a good pet~ It's so easy too, just have them all laid on your lap, softly caressing their face until they've closed their pretty eyes and can't see when you put on some gloves.

Unable to do anything once you're got them trapped between your thighs, already going stupid from the heat and softness. Just softly start prodding at their lips, see how they start drooling as you check their teeth and tongue. Better yet when they start whimpering, even more dumb and pathetic as you shallowly finger fuck any of their last person thoughts out. Just a dummy baby pup or bun for you

"That's my good lil pet, such a precious love for me~ Now let's see how much your pretty throat can handle mmh baby? I bet you can take a few inches more than last time~" As I wiggle my knotted strap before their eyes, seeing how they widen, how their lil pet hips start wiggling at the possibility of a full body check up <3

[goodpvppy]

let me rub myself hazy on your thigh as you work and pretend like im not there except petting my hair from time to time… i want to rut against you and feel your resolve crumble until you just have to pay attention to me and ruin me

[explodingstarlight]

doodling teetles

And here are some close-ups (might put them on their own backgrounds one day, but it's 5 AM and I'm tired so):

[shalom-iamcominghome]

People often assume that a person is primarily religious because they believe their religion is The Most Correct. However, I am a very strict believer in judaism and I love arguing for other religions.

I just got done outlining how exactly polytheism is advantageous over monotheism and it was incredibly fun. I love people and I love g-d and these two things coexist in perfect harmony

[sad-clown]

RIP Doge🌈🩷

18 years!!! Wow!!!!! rest in peace kabosu

[grabby-smitten]

Not Caleb comparing MC to an injured kitten, using his evol on MC and then putting a tracking on MC’s wrist Oohhh… I smell the toxic fumes. I like it here.

“I got a collar with a bell. that way, it couldn’t escape without being noisy.”

I SCREAMED.

[krysmcscience]

Don't mind me, just slacking on a big Billford comic by making other far more ridiculous Billford comics and also some AU art (please excuse my slapdash human!Bill thank you please, also before anyone asks the art style is messy and all over the place because idgaf LOL)

This started out as an excuse to design a Bill Cipher-inspired "wedding" dress, but then spiraled wildly out of control. Various rambles and a bunch more human!Bill arts under the cut, including another silly little comic at the end! (Feel free to skip the rambles, I won't be offended. I know I'm bad at shutting up. XD)

I may or may not write some comedy stuff for this AU, which I'm calling 'For Better Or Worse (But Mostly Worse)'. While Ford DOES remember getting sloshed enough for one thing to lead to making out with another after karaoke, neither he nor Bill remember this wedding, At All. The Love God did nothing to dissuade them from going hog wild on their marriage spending, either, so it got...uh. Exorbitantly Expensive. As in, the grand total could probably buy the entire fucking MOON sort of expensive. (It's fine, don't worry, Bill's good enough at crime to be able to afford it.) Also, because the logic of this AU is mostly dictated by Rule of Funny, the Love God's powers are close to unlimited when it comes to matters of romance, but ONLY when it comes to matters of romance. (Like weddings!)

Want an empty human vessel to smash the soul of a triangle into for date nights or when it's convenient, or perhaps even when it's NOT convenient? Easy peasy! Want the marriage to be recognized in every corner of the multiverse from now until the end of time, thus making any potential future divorce nigh-on impossible? Can do! Want to buy an entire beach for the ceremony and honeymoon and in general, and totally not at all because it would be Super Hilarious to prevent any specific movies from being made on that very same beach in the future? Fine, whatever, it's not his finances he's ruining!

Does the Love God also provide special rings that just so happen to turn incorporeal as long as the "happy couple" doesn't remember that they barged into his dreams to bully him into presiding over their marriage? ...No comment!

He spends the next thirty years trying and failing to get in touch with either of them for payment. This is why you should always demand half the money up front, my guy!

Also it's absolutely a traditional Jewish wedding, because I like the idea of Bill demanding all the keepsakes from the marriage that he paid for, and being completely confused when one of the things he's handed is a fancy container full of broken glass. He gets it later, but in the moment, he thinks the Love God is just fucking with him some more.

Ramble over! Here's the full dress that caused the comic to happen, along with what Ford wound up wearing at the wedding (and begrudgingly agreeing to put on again later for Reasons), aaaaand also a close-up of Bill's ring:

I may have forgotten to draw Bill's hair floofier when drawing the back of the dress, lmao

Since double ring ceremonies have been leaking over into Jewish wedding customs for a while now, Ford also has a ring, but his is the much more traditional plain gold band. There's definitely a message engraved on the inside - embarrassing, cringe, or incriminating somehow - but I haven't decided what it is yet, so use your imagination for now. XD Bill, on the other hand, saw the phrase 'traditional plain gold band' and said "No Thank You" before proceeding to embellish his ring to his liking. And because he's a secret sap who adores Ford's extra fingers, the triangle points add up to twelve, as do the engraved stars. Yes, they're stars, not dots, I just got lazy. There's also six lashes on the eye gem, and probably an eye engraving on the inside with another six lashes. (Bill's got it BAD, okay? We all know this.)

Here are the initial scribbles of Bill's custom vessel in more casual attire, please ignore the wonky anatomy and the fact that I flat out refuse to ever draw him with a proper top hat:

He does actually need a cane in this vessel; since Bill tends to possess men and especially Ford more often than not, he's used to having a higher center of gravity when in a human body, so his ability to balance is pretty garbage. (He may or may not topple over with concerning regularity.) As for his empty eye socket, his bangs don't do much to hide it since he's so high-energy (dude is constantly on the move), and he also refuses to wear a patch over it, because 1.) why bother, and 2.) it's more fun to freak people out.

To better align with Ford's attraction towards the strange, the vessel was designed with super minor shapeshifting ability - Bill can look like a perfectly normal human, but he can also make the teeth and fingers sharper whenever he likes (which is mostly just when he's angry or being more of a menace than usual), as well as slit down the pupils or outright ditch the irises altogether. He can also have whatever he wants in the downstairs department, just because I'm an indecisive bitch on that front, lmao. Maybe he can have boobs if he wants them, too, but I ain't drawin' tits on no triangle, nuh-uh, no sir. His powers are otherwise limited down to what humans can do, because for some reason, the Love God doesn't trust Bill to not snap into Immediate Apocalypse Mode if he's given a physical form that's actually all his and no one else's.

Due to the body being all his and no one else's, it's also not really a standard possession so much as it is just...Bill being temporarily human. He's a lot more aware of and in tune with his human body's senses than he ever was with his "puppets", which makes things like pain a lot more intense. (He is mostly fine with this, because he's a fukken masochist.)

A bit more fashion stuff, including beach and party attire~

The beach outfit was mostly me trying and failing to nail down his body shape, which is still not bottom-heavy enough. I then decided to slap a bikini on it, before making it supremely unsexy with a pair of fugly shorts, because Bill's fashion choices are not allowed to be conventionally attractive. Meanwhile, the party outfit was mostly me looking at the casual attire I designed, asking 'how would Bill make this Worse', and then drawing the result. The mismatched thigh-highs are killing me inside! :D

No, his vessel can't actually summon fire, I just drew it for funzies before I decided on said vessel's limitations. Yes, the gold brick tattoos are absolutely a reference to the fic 'Knowing Me, Knowing You' - I simply could not resist.

I also HAD to draw Bill in one of his canonical(?) shirts, just made tank-top'd:

He is absolutely about to over-correct and fall backwards after this. USE YOUR CANE, GOOFBALL!!! (I meant to draw Bill closer to this degree of bottom-heavy in the other images, but. Alas. I am bad at anatomy, LOL)

And, last but not least before More Comic Time, I attempted to draw him closer to Gravity Falls style:

Jury's out on whether or not I succeeded, but - hey. I tried. Now have some Handyman Bill AU, but with my goofy human design, instead:

Hey, it's a 'mystery snack', and the guy wanted A BITE to eat - the joke was right there, guys!!! (Based on this post, because it just screamed BILL CIPHER to me.)

whoops i forgor bills ring and cracks ahaha too late now

I WILL SHUT UP AND STOP RAMBLING NOW K THX BYYYYYE

[xochimillilili]

"Oh you need this, puppy? And you'll take anything in order to be bred, mutt? You really need someone breeding your lil puppy parts? Me of all people to help a dumb dog like you mmh?" As I grab onto the scruff of their neck, my throbbing bulge pressing against their ass. "Prove how fucking much you need it you dirty dog."

Kicking them, yanking on their hair, leaving bloodied scratches down their hips and tummy. Tied up and squirming when I tell them to think quick and start choking them out. A dumb dog in the claws of a cat. A pretty bruised up bitch in heat, whose gonna end up with my litter even I have to shove it up them with a knife and a hand around their throat

"Poor thing~ God, you're pathetic. Really just a dumb fucking mutt, confusing pain with pleasure. Bet you'll be even dumber once you're all knocked up" while I step and grind my boot against their fuck hole, spreading my cum down their thighs before I mount them once more

[goodpvppy]

whimpering and dripping at the thought of you pulling on my collar as im riding you, making me face you directly as you make me say what i need 😵‍💫

[cutiesigh]

「Demo WIP」 Can y'all watch my plant real quick? 🍈

[moopiter]

When It's Over - Chapter 1

2.2k | Homelander x gn!Reader | Angst, Pre-established character death and such discussions. Kinda Slow Burn-ish As always, cross posted to Ao3

The greatest superhero to ever live supposedly gave his life six months ago in a blaze of glory. But you swear you caught a glimpse of his cape in the halls of Vought tower your first day. You're left with nothing but questions. Is there even a body in that casket they put in the ground?

Authors note: Hey look at me, I'm not dead. Trying to get to drafts. This will be multi-chapter and I'm planning on having fun with it! Divider credit

It’s pouring rain over Manhattan, just like the forecast said.

For once, you can’t blame the clouds. You’ve felt like rain a while too.

The piles of undone laundry and dishes in your apartment that you've been putting off attest to it. But you've put yourself together for a big day. Rain be damned.

The puddles of rain are pooling in the cracks of the concrete under your boots. It's silly, but years ago you might’ve splashed and played in them, back when the world wasn’t such a big place. You try not to think about it too long, but you do. Just like how you’ve already overthought every interaction that’ll follow after you step foot through Vought’s doors.

You're always worried about the 'afters' of things. Repercussions and worries keep your mind occupied. It's a bad habit really, overthinking.

The wind undoes everything you’ve meticulously styled in the mirror this morning, but you keep your head up and simply persist. There’s a sea of new opportunity waiting for you after all. For once in a long time, you're determined.

The interview was the hard part, and that’s over. It leaves nothing to worry about. Worst of it's past.

When you graduated college, Digital Marketing Specialist wasn’t really what you imagined to be your future career. But an opportunity at Vought was a one in a million. Maybe one in a thousand. They were willing, after all. You hopped on it.

You catch wind of a conversation you'd rather not hear, meandering around the puddles. One that you've heard all too often before.

"He can't really be gone. I'm waiting for them to make it a stunt."

"Yeah, he's like the strongest dude alive. He wouldn't just up and die."

Every time you think you've forgotten, you're reminded. Homelander's dead. You're not going to work under your childhood hero. Vought's posterchild, the best of the best for as long as you can remember. A perfect superhero—no, the perfect superhero, or so everyone thought. Until it all was over.

Funny, ever since his funeral, seems like all Vought wants is more and more new employees.

They've been making frequent changes to their staff. Creating a new image for the company and rebranding the Seven must be a lot of work, if you had to guess. He was their shining star after all. You don't dwindle there long. Maybe this would be a steppingstone on a bigger journey, or maybe you’d climb the ladder. The hazy fog hiding your future is just a little lighter today, and you can daydream. It carries you through those first few steps through the door.

You take the new employee orientation in stride. Surely, there are only so many NDAs to sign right off the bat because you’re working with social media and marketing. It’s just something you shove to the back of your mind. Especially as you give your first overly zealous handshake to your new supervisor. But no matter what you do, it feels like you'll never have that energy you can't put a name to.

Nothing to worry about, you remind yourself. But she has sharp eyes that notice one of your buttons has come undone.

She leads you along your new office first, as you diligently follow behind and try to fix yourself. Appearance-wise, the space it occupies is nothing compared to the marble and accents throughout the rest of the building. It's dreary and bland. The repeating greyscale only occasionally broken by splashes of color from sticky notes and desk décor.

You catch glimpses of the posters that adorn the three walls that aren’t windows. All different members of the Seven advertising who knows what.

It's hard not to notice Homelander’s posters rolled up beside the trash can when you walk past. He was always your favorite.

He was always everyone's favorite.

And people still talk about him.

They probably always will, given what happened. Ultimate sacrifice and all. It’s easy to wear that smile he used to and try to look on the bright side. At least this place is more detached from the rest of the building. Bigwigs don't cast sideways glances here. It feels detached, like its own little world hidden in a maze of cubicles and computers.

You’re happy to hide in it, make it cozy. Forget about things.

With a generic introduction, you’re finally acquainted with your new office family. Not many disengage from their work to look up from their cubicles. But you wave and say hi anyway. It’s awkward, sure.

You're terrified someone will take note of how terrible you look compared to everyone else. Dressed in second-hand business attire, just trying to do your best.

But overall, it’s not half bad. Nobody notices, somehow.

You're happy to be shown around, to see the inside of a place everyone always wants to see. The marble clacks underneath your feet as you follow your new supervisor around the floor and take in the sights, trying your best and failing miserably to maintain direction.

It’ll take some time to get adjusted to. Just like the robust cafeteria and lavish break room you have access to now.

Not to mention the elaborate coffee bar too luxurious to even imagine relaxing in. That's all everybody drinks here is coffee, all hours of the day.

Maybe just this once you can convince yourself you deserve these finer things. As intimidating as it all may be. You made it after all. You work for Vought. Nothing to worry about, right?

It’s something you try to internalize as you walk in tandem with your new supervisor, making your way back to the elevator. Walking past corridors and offices, traversing the endless maze you’re bound to be lost in later despite her best efforts of a tour. Her skirt barely accommodates her rushed wide strides you're barely able to keep up with.

“There are certain floors off-limits. Without even looking at you, she explains that the underground levels and the medical wing are off-limits.

You nod along and give a quick, “Yes, ma’am,” and try to keep from falling behind.

“And 99. Unless you’re given special permission, that floor is off-limits for lower-level employees.”

That’s all I am? You think, your attempts at staying on the bright side faltering.

But something catches your eye before you can respond.

It’s the blue you see first, out of the corner of your line of sight, down the last corridor. There just long enough for you to dart your eyes left and watch as it disappears around a corner.

Deep blue followed by unmistakable red and white. Stripes, too long for a regular flag. You even catch a glimpse of gold for the split second it graces your vision. But in the millisecond it takes to turn your head, it's gone.

If you weren’t wiser, you’d think it was Homelander’s cape. The Homelander.

It wasn’t a regular flag. Couldn't of been. It flowed too languidly, just like how it used to be carried on his shoulders, strong enough to carry the weight of the world.

But Vought wouldn’t do that to him. They wouldn’t let someone else wear his suit, right?

Wouldn’t it be wrong?

“Hey, earth to newbie.”

Your eyes shoot back to your supervisor, now standing facing you with her hands on her hips. She taps her foot against the ground in displeasure, her once friendly eyes turning judgmental as she looks you over again.  “Are you just going to stand there and waste more time? Come on,” she sighs, turning on her heel to leave as she beckons you along behind her.

You burn bright red with embarrassment, following behind and trying to push the sight out of your mind.

You attribute it to your nerves, and nothing more.

Beyond the raindrops coating the glass outside, the sun starts to peek through. So you muse over that instead and let your thoughts carry you somewhere else.

The cubicle they allot to you is nice, and the chair is comfortable. At the very least, it’ll keep you sane during the long shifts staring at the screen in front of you. Writing and researching. A dozen other specialists and analysts work through the day, keeping the coffee bar busy as you sign digital forms and click through endless new employee trainings. Occasionally, you think back to that unexplainable sight earlier.

There are no publicity stunts planned, no specials, and no memorial photoshoots. You can’t help but scavenge through the schedules you have access to now, looking for a reason.

Despite all your efforts, you can’t find any rationality as to why someone would be parading around in one of his suits. He had to have had multiple, couldn't of been the suit.

You catch yourself wondering if he was buried in that red, white, and blue or in something more modest. Only his family got the privilege of seeing him one last time.

Everyone wanted to see him again. Who wouldn’t? But rumor has it, there wasn't much left of him anyway.

His folks were too heartbroken to speak publicly. They were, like the rest of the country, immersed in the day of mourning. But now that you think about it, you’re not sure if you’ve ever seen anything about his family. Just the origin movies with terrible actors.

For a moment, you wonder if maybe—just maybe—you’d actually caught a glimpse of him. If all those Reddit theorists questioning his death might be onto something. But it’s just wishful thinking you shrug off.

The long hand of the clock barely graces 5, and the department slowly files out the door without you noticing. Too preoccupied. Being the determined person you are, you stay behind to finish the training early. It gives you more time to muse about what you saw.

Hopefully it'll get a genuine smile out of your supervisor when tomorrow rolls around, and you'll make up for today.

Over your shoulder, the shorthand of the clock ticks by 5, trudges past 5:30, and crawls over 6. Unaware, you finish the final module of the information safety training and sigh. When you stretch your back, your chair creaks, the only sound in the office. It's palpable, the satisfaction of completing a task.

Nothing to worry about. That is, until you become aware of the silence surrounding you. Your smile falters then.

There’s no incessant tap of keyboard keys or overheard phone calls. Suddenly, you’re all too aware of the time that you let slip past as you peek above the walls of your cubicle.

Not only is the social media department absent of the hum and chatter, so are the adjoining offices.

Oops.

Somewhere along the line, the rain stopped falling. Now the sun’s climbing down out of the sky. At the very least, you won’t have to catch a taxi in the rain; just trudge through the puddles again. It’s muggy past the windows, the clouds still looming, and the humidity fogging your view of the city.

But it’s a lovely sunset past it all. Despite everything.

You mull it over as you pull your jacket over your shoulders and grab your bag, damning yourself for staying so late. There’s something to be said about hard work and dedication, but no one would be around to hear it anyway. So you log off and slip out.

It’s a short trip from your office and down the hall to the elevator. But the sound of your footsteps echoing off the marble as you go makes it feel like a mile. You swear there isn't a single thing in the building alive, besides you. All you can hear is your own heartbeat.

It’s honestly the slightest bit unsettling.

Everyone on this floor abandoned the place hours ago, leaving you behind. Far below you, various security and analytics departments work around the clock. You're sure of it. Far above you, the Seven go about their lives in their penthouse apartments. But from where you walk, it’s like being the only soul here.

You keep your head on a swivel, instincts on high alert as you walk.

But nothing decides to dance in the corners of your vision this time.

A sigh escapes your lungs as you step on the elevator. Embraced by the slightest bit of comfort, knowing you’ll be downstairs with other people again as you slip past security on the ground floor. But something feels off as you lean forward and press the button to head down. The air isn’t sitting right.

The bright yellow button for the 99th floor is lit, the place you’d specifically been told to not go.

Your brow creases as the button for the ground floor presses underneath your finger. Without really thinking, you assume whoever it was changed their mind and got off below you, so you press the button for the 99th down. Hoping it goes off.

It stays illuminated underneath your fingertip regardless.

You press it again once, then twice.

And it still stays lit.

There would be something wrong with the elevator as soon as you step inside, wouldn’t that be your luck? What would you say if anyone caught you up on the Seven’s floor? The most you can do is hope and pray once it reaches the top, it’ll let you go back down.

You close your eyes. If you’re lucky, there won’t be any witnesses to the cardinal sin you’re committing.

Accepting fate, you open them and gaze down the hallway as the metal elevator doors slide closed in front of you, sealing you inside. But the second they close fully and the elevator begins to move, you freeze.

It’s not just your reflection staring.

You can distinguish the unmistakable silhouette of patriot blue, draped by red and white behind you in the reflection of the hazy metal. Artificial light even bounces off the golden eagles on his shoulders as if he’s right there with you.

Menacingly staring straight past you is none other than Homelander himself. It has to be.

For just a second, those hopeful theories pop into your mind again. Maybe he's not dead! Maybe it was all just a hoax, and your favorite hero is here. Alive and well.

But then you remember you got on the elevator alone. Empty.

He doesn't move, doesn't blink. Doesn't even breathe.

Maybe there is one thing to worry about.

[crybaby-bkg]

Sae is a casual petter. finds himself reaching for you and touching you without much thought or prompting. it’s a nasty habit, you think, when he does it for so long and without much aim and you’re always on the receiving end of it.

like now; you’re reading on you guys’ bed as Sae finishes up his shower, a thick book propped up on a pillow as you lay on your stomach. you barely hear him when he finishes, padding out into the room in sweats and a comfy shirt, before he slides into bed beside you. he turns the channel to a soccer match that you don’t pay any mind to, too indulged in your book.

the touches start casually, as they always do. you lay in a tee shirt and panties, your ass all perky and cute, practically shoved in his face. how could he keep his hands to himself? so he doesn’t. doesn’t even try to, is only in bed for a minute before his hands start petting and rubbing the backs of your thighs.

he squeezes the fat there softly, watching the way your feet sway in the air, content from his touch. and when the soccer match on tv gets a little more intense, his hands inch up to the fat of your ass. he palms a cheek in hand, groping ever so gently. your eyes lose focus a bit, the words blurring into the background. is he going to—?

he does. slides his thumb beneath your panties to pet at your lips, parting them with a blunt nail. he finds wetness there that he doesn’t care to open you up with, but instead spread to every inch of your cunt that he can. you definitely can’t focus now, eyes fluttering closed ever so slightly, your hips pushing back against his hand, looking for him to stuff you with his fingers or rub your clit until it’s raw and puffy—

“why aren’t you focusing on your book?” Sae asks, his eyes flittering to the side of your face before he focuses back on the tv. “you whined for me to buy you that special edition for weeks. don’t tell me I should return it and get my money back?”

“it’s kind of hard to focus with your hand in my panties.” you huff at him, throwing a look over your shoulder that he barely glances at. Sae only responds by pressing two fingers against your hole, but doesn’t push in, only gets them nice and sticky with your excitement before he pulls them back. you see a ghost of a smile on his lips when you pout at him.

“it’s just some mindless petting. don’t mind me.” he mutters, eyebrows knitting as he critiques the game under his breath, fingers petting softly at your bush when you slightly raise your hips to slide his fingers inside you. but he pulls them away at the right moment, pressing sticky fingers against the taut skin between your cunt and your ass. you fall face down in your book with a huff from frustration.

“but it’s hard when—”

“I’m trying to watch the game.” Sae cuts you off, his words carrying a sense of finality in them. you know he’s not going to budge, too used to this ‘mindless petting’ that always ends with you a soaked mess, begging to cum, while he touches you for hours until his fixation bleeds away. all you can do is settle in for the night, as much as you can, knowing that you’ll have to go over these same pages in the morning when he’s gone because you haven’t absorbed a single thing since he started touching you. just the way he, secretly, likes it.

[stickypowder]

Trigger warning: Blood, violence, cannibalism, dumbification, pet play, drugging, obsession

Word count: 1.4k

It's just a small thing that kinda spiraled out of my control as i wrote it. I hope people like it! And sorry for any grammer mistakes!

Ao3 link if you'd rather read it there:

To add to this, I'd like to imagine the scenario as caitlyn being separated from her enforcer squad deep into Zaun. Jinx has been stalking her (because that's what nemesis do, right?) and watches as caitlyn gets into a gnarly shoot out with some random chembaron gang. Caitlyn fights off most of them but gets snuck up on and gets fatally injured. Jinx goes mental that her nemesis was hurt by someone who wasn't her, so she kills that person off brutally next to a dying caitlyn on the floor. She'd get up and dust herself (and the blood of this random person) off her hands before walking over and standing above a dying caitlyn.

She'd look her over and say, "Jeeeeezzz toots, do I always have to save your ass?" Caitlyn would just look up at her and try to say anything, but would only wheeze and cough in return. Jinxes eyes would widen as she realizes that "oh wow, caitlyn is dying right now, in front of me, on the ground." She'd pat her pockets to look for anything that could stop her from dying (because wanting your nemesis that wants you dead to stay alive is totally normal), and then a light bulb goes off. She grabs a knife off of caitlyns form and slashes her hand, causing it to bleed heavily.

Jinx would smile and bring her dripping hand over to caitlyn and say, "Open up cupcake, doctors orders!" Caitlyn would groan and shake her head no, so jinx would snarl and force caitlyns mouth open with her free hand and drip feed her blood into caitlyns mouth. To caitlyn, it's disgusting at first. The metallic overwhelming iron taste, but then all that shimmer starts to make her feel divine, better than she's ever felt. The wounds on her body would seal up quickly as she sits up with a gasp, pushing jinx away, causing jinx to fall down.

Jinx would roll her eyes and say, "Well, that's no way to thank the girl who saved your life, or did your mommy and daddy not teach you manners? Oh wait, mommies dead!", while rolling on the floor dying of laughter. Caitlyn would look around for her sniper rifle but finds it nowhere. She grabs the still bloody knife and sheaths it. She'd move to apprehend jinx, but Jinx would just use her shimmer speed to move away. She'd wipe a tear from her eye and say mid chuckle, "Alright, I get it, jeezzz. A girl can't even save her nemesis these days. Anyways, see yah later cupcake!" As she zips away.

Caitlyn angrily grumbles to herself before she heads back topside, though with a strange pep in her step. She would make her way back to her mansion and sleep better than she has in months, not that she notices. Over the week, though, her energy and mood would just get worse and worse. She finds herself sleeping horribly now, and she craves something that she can't quite put her tongue on. When she's sorting through the evidence locker room in the enforcer station, she'd eye a vial of shimmer.

Strange, she'd think, since she's never found her eye attracted to it before, and they've been confiscating it for years. But she's desperate for anything to help her sleep. So, she uncorked it and dipped a pinky finger in, bringing it to her lips. She gets a rush, but not the rush that every shimmer addict they arrest describes. She downs the whole thing and barely feels a thing, as a matter of fact!

Horrible sleep again that night, but the next day, they have her arrive to another one of jinxes attacks. They let her be by herself as she investigated since she's been so snappy, and as she walks through the scene, she steps into a puddle of blood. She takes a step back, and she swears the blood has a pink sheen to it. Her mouth starts to salivate uncontrollably, and before she knows it, she crouches down and dips a pinky into it, bringing it to her mouth. The instant smile that hits her face and the weight of everyone just falls off her shoulders.

Before she knows it, she fully kneels down and starts to drink from the puddle like an animal. By the time she pulls back, the puddle is gone, and she feels amazing! Then she realizes she just drank the blood of another human and promptly crawls back and away from it in horror. She'd think to herself, "What the hell!? I'm the head of the kiramman house, the best shot in all the enforcers, and the best detective! But not only did I ruin the scene by tampering with it, I drank from a puddle of blood!"

She would shakily stand up and walk away, telling everyone that this was just another normal scene created by Jinx and that she found no notable evidence. Though they don't mention anything of the manic smile she has while talking about this because they'd rather not be fired. She sleeps like a baby that night, but the next day, she feels horrible again. She gets informed of an ongoing fight with jinx, and she heads there immediately (ignoring the excitement brewing in her chest). Jinx laughs as she notices her and runs down an alleyway by herself, and caitlyn gives chase.

Jinx would laugh as she was chased, saying, "Well, nice to see you too, cupcake! Did you miss me?" Caitlyn would snarl in response and toss her sniper away and grab her knife. She doesn't know why she feels the need to make jinx bleed, but she has to. They'd get into a heated fight, and as caitlyn wrestles Jinx to the floor, she knicks jinxes cheek, causing it to bleed. She freezes while straddling her as jinx pants beneath her.

Before either of them realize it, caitlyn leans down and starts to lick it off of jinxes face. Jinx would giggle and say, "Woah! Down girl! Bad dog, bad dog!"

Caitlyn would pull back, panting and her pupils blown wide as she stammers out, "I... I don't know why I did that..." Jinx would look up at her and realize that caitlyn acted the exact same when she fed her blood to caitlyn.

Jinx would laugh and say, "I ever tell you why I'm so fast and can heal so quick?"

Caitlyn would respond with, "No...?"

Jinx would take the knife out of caitlyns hands and slash her hand again as she says, "I'm made up of shimmer, cupcake. My body produces it on its own now. And I think...", lifting up her palm to caitlyn, "That you're addicted to it. To me. Or maybe you aren't. Don't lick it up if that's the case. Prove me wrong." Caitlyns mouth would dry at the sight before she leans into jinxes palm and laps it up hungrily. Jinx would smile and say, "Aww... whose a good pup? That's right, you are!"

Caitlyns brain would sing to her at jinxes praise before she nodded to agree. Jinx would push against caitlyn and say, "Now get off of me, dummy." Caitlyn would nod and get up off of her, even going as far to help jinx up. Jinx would cup caitlyns cheek and say, "How's my pup feeling? Feeling good? Happy? Ecstatic?"

Caitlyn would nod with a dumb smile and say meekly, "Pup feels good. Feels really good."

Jinx would pat her cheek and pull it away as she says, "Atta girl. You know what? I think this worked out real well for us, cupcake. Real well indeed."

The enforcers would never find caitlyn after that. Of course, they didn't know that caitlyn was living down in zaun with Jinx in her workshop. Cait would help Jinx improve all her weaponry and explosives and tell her how the enforcers operated. In return, jinx would praise her and feed her her own blood. If caitlyn wasn't fed every couple of hours, she'd get feisty and irritable (much to jinxes amusement and dismay, not that she really minds). But when she was fed? She was the happiest woman in all of piltover and zaun. Sure, her girlfriend/nemesis/pseudo owner caused chaos and destruction, and she wasn't allowed to leave the workshop, but she made caitlyn happy and high, and wasn't that all that matters at this point?

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Sakura is most comfortable sleeping on a memory foam bed while holding her baby toy.

Comfort and security <3

... And also warmth from her deep heat projector.

(Always use a thermostat and a heat gun to maintain proper temps!)