#stop wearing baggy tshirts or i will have to steal them

[ballpitwitch]

Keanu Reeves performing at Saint Rocke in Hermosa Beach, CA - August 10, 2023

[irameii]

You ||: JUYEON

Warnings: none really

Summary: I love you y/n

Juyeon:"Prettys on the inside y/n"

Y/n:"I know , I know Juyeon but common. Do you see her though. Shes just so much prettier than me"*sigh*

The male just looks at me . From the way he looks, almost like hes upset is enough to get me to stop talking about our college campus beauty.

Juyeon:"You'll see eventually, look closer in the mirror. y/n and you can see it. Its all on the inside. "

Y/n: "Alright alright. Hey Juyeon, help me pick out my outfit for my date today?"

Juyeon: *Hesitates* today? Um, sure. What time ?

Y/n: once our 1 pm class is over? He said theres this garden he wants to show me so I want to look as pretty as the flowers that will be there.

Juyeon: *light chuckle*alright y/n

Y/n: thank you Juyeonieee !!!! *skips away to class *

OtherPOV

Juyeon sees as his bestfriend happily skips away. Letting out a heavy sigh. Feeling a knowing feeling he knows all too well. He loves Y/n. But she has a Boyfriend so he cant do anything about it. Your smile, your laugh, you. It was you. It was complicated.

*Later that evening*

Juyeon sat on your couch while you went to get different outfits. The sound of your rambling when you were choosing outfits to show Juyeon made him laugh to himself.

Y/n: OMG Juyeon. Look okay so how about this skirt with this top? Or should we keep it classic with this top and a pair of ripped jeans?

Juyeon: *finger on chin* mmm both look good. But what do you feel more comfortable in? You will be wearing it for a few hours, and it might get slightly colder tonight.

Y/n: true *looks at self* so the top with the jeans? With a loose upward pony tail??* turns around to look at Juyeon*

Juyeon: uh yeah... That'd be nice.

Y/n : okay !!thank you Juyeonieee . Im gonna go ahead and get ready, stay till i leave so you can help me see how it looks !!! * skips along to bedroom*

Again. He slightly chuckles as he watches you leave. You had that habit. Everytime he said or did something for you you would always call him Juyeonie and skip along almost like an innocence he loved about you. Or when you'd simply look up at him to smile, he loved it about you. The way your eyes would go big and then your eyebrows would go up and down with your mouth slightly open when you'd try to get his attention to make him lose concentration cause you'd gotten bored studying. He enjoyed your habits. Thats when he realized he loved you.

Y/n: Juyeon!!! Help me with this hairclip.

Juyeon: *opens clip and places on head* is this the one i got you?

Y/n: *turns around, looks up* yeah, its really pretty .

Juyeon: yeah..... *looks away with a slight blush*

Y/n: okay. So how do I look? *spins*

Juyeon: * smile forming* Beautiful. You look beautiful y/n...

Y/n: Thank you Juyeonieee.❤I'll see you then!!!. Thanks for helping meee. I'll tell you how it goes!!

Juyeon: okay....

Juyeon didnt want to hear it though. How your boyfriend makes your heat skip a beat. How that smile you give Juyeon was bigger when you were with your boyfriend. How he made you feel in love.... But he was your bestfriend.... And talking about it made you happy, but he felt Jealous.. The way hed get to hold your hand. Or the way youd hug him, or let him lay his head in your lap... He felt jealous.... But there wasnt anything he could do....he was just your bestfriend.

Next day

There were marks on your neck. Evident that your date with your boyfriend went well. But it didnt sit well with Juyeon the moment he saw them.

Juyeon: whats this?

He says it with a different tone than you're used to as he pulls your hair back away from your neck to see them. Things got heated between you and your boyfriend last night, you didnt think anyone would notice since you tried hiding it with makeup but it seems it didnt get passed Juyeon though.

Y/n: * slightly steps back* things got a little heated last night after the date. I tried to cover them up though.

You dont notice the look he gives you as you look away and focus back on the teacher. You heard a clicking sound from him but when you looked at him he turned back to the teacher.

Juyeon was acting off the following days.. He started talking to the college campus beauty and her friends. He would walk her to and from class. And would swing by her table before finding his was to you Which was odd since he said he didnt really like girls who wore so much makeup because it hides their natural beauty. So it was odd that he suddenly had interest in them now. Saying you were feeling a little jealous was something you didnt want to come to terms with. But you couldnt do anyrhing about it since you guys were just friends so you decided to ignore it but youd steal glances every now and then and its make your chest tight. And the way he talks to you were just short responses maybe a hey here and there but that was all.

After the next 3 weeks he would do it. Casually put his arm around her and laugh out loud when you would walk past him. And eventually you had enough of it. And decided to confront him.

Y/n: Juyeon

*silence*

Y/n: Juyeon

*silence*

Tired you pull him by his shirt collar outside to the back of the library.

Y/n: whats up with you? Why have you suddenly changed??

Juyeon: why? Whats wrong with wanting to talk to others ?

Y/n: you know thats not what I mean Juyeon. You have hardly been speaking to me and now its now to nearly nothing. Something is wrong. Please......

*Bell rings*

Y/n:*sigh* meet me at my place to talk Juyeon. I mean it.

You turn to leave , not letting him give you a response. He stood there frozen. Not knowing what to do. He knew if he went , he might mess up and confessing... He didnt know what to do. The desperate look on your face almost made him confess right there. But he bit his tongue.

Lunch time

Juyeon: hey y/n.... I cant make it. Im sorry.

Y/n: LEE JUYEON you WILL come no matter what time it is. Ill wait for you to come. I dont want us to be like this anymore. Please come.

*puppy eyes*

You wre doing it again... Making him speechless... Making him give into you... He didnt want that look on your face. He wanted you to look at him... But not with those eyes... Not ones with sadness and dissapointment in them...

Juyeon:okay...

Y/n POV

It was 10pm and he still hasnt come... Maybe I did something wrong..

My bf isnt talking to me either... I kept complaining about Juyeon not talking to me anymore and how things were different and he snapped . He didnt want to hear about him anymore and said we should take a break since he said i need to determine who i like more. Him or my bestfriend... Now Ive lost both of them....*sigh*.... *falls alseep*

You didnt hear the door click open. Juyeon had an extra key for when you were sick or needed something and hed fetch it for you. Your boyfriend was always busy except every now and then so giving him one wouldnt have much of a purpose. If you were sick he'd call and say he felt bad you were sick but since he had a weak immune system and didnt want both him and you sick he wouldnt come. But Juyeon never hesitated to. Hed hold up your hair as you would throw up and rub your back for you. He'd wipe you down to lower your body temperature. He'd try and cook porridge and end up messing up it up and calling his mom to make some that was edible instead for you. It was always Juyeon. The one who would remind you that you looked best with bed hair and baggy pjs and tshirts when hed surprise you in the mornings if you had an exam to make sure you ate a good breakfas because that was when you were most comfortable.

But to you. It was all platonic. So you knew better than to fall for him like that...

Blissful in sleep you wake to Juyeon on his knees infront of you. He didnt wake you. He just layed his head on your little table facing you.

You really didn't realize it. But you couldnt help but start to admire him. The way his eyelashes casted a shadow on his cheeks. The way his lips formed a slight pout. You felt yourself smiling. You reach to move a piece of hair out of his face but you quickly retract your hand and turn around and pretend to sleep when you feel he's waking up.

After 5 minutes pass. You hear shuffling. Then a voice in a so quiet almost in a whisper you hear him sigh then ... He starts...

Juyeon:

Y/n.... I like your eyes, and how you look away when you pretend not to care* chuckle*....I like the dimples on the corners of the smile that you wear when you see me.*looks towards the ground* The world may not know but I do. I loved you for so long y/n, sometimes it's hard to bear with it .But after all this time, I hope you can wait and see ... See that Ive loved you every minute.... every second.... I'll love you anywhere and any moment for every moment.Always and forever.... I know ....its wrong... I don't know how its come to this... I cant help that I love the little things about you, like when you're unaware...I catch you steal a glance towards me at times and smile , maybe I misunderstood it... And then sometimes when life brings me down. You're there.... you're the one, I don't know how but it feels like in a world devoid of life, you bring color to it. You are the color in a black and white painting. And in your eyes I see the light. A light i want to follow forever and protect....I love you y/n..... But you're not mine...

He goes quiet again. You slightly turn around to see Juyeon with his face in his hands. Tears running down. Trying to quietly hide his pain..

You reach your hand out to him, and pull his hand away from his face. He looks up at you in shock. But then he quickly turns away. Something about looking at his sad and teary eyes made you lost for words..

Y/n:Juyeon...

You pull him closer to you. Hug him tightly and slowly feel him wrap his arms around you.

Its quiet... As you pet his hair, you can feel his breathing become slower.. He's fallen asleep. You strech your head to see his face. Its stained with tears... His nose a light shade of pink... And his lips in a small pout....

Almost as if on cue, his eyes flutter open and look at you . And as he quietly looks at you you whisper back....

Y/n: ..... I love you too Juyeon...

Juyeon:..... Huh? Wait what?

Now he was fully awake now. And it looked like he was trying to see if he was dreaming. And with a giggle you turn his face to yours and press them together with his. As shock spreads on his face you smile at him and repeat the words

Y/n: I love you Juyeon

And almost instantly he smiles a smile bigger than you've seen and this time he is the one who grabs your face and presses a kiss to your lips. He presses his forehead against yours and chuckles to himself as he closes his eyes and smiles

Juyeon: Im glad... Im glad I came....

THE END

Gif credits to owners

I didnt really like this one but ehhhhh im slowly trying to get better guys...

*I did not proof read it so my bad

[cynicalrainbows]

The Next Best Thing Chapter 9

Anne tells her the big news over lunch. 

Cathy is eating lukewarm school pasta; Anne has a Mary lunch.

(Anne is the only person Cathy knows who has three sorts of school lunches- what they call Jane lunch, Mary lunch and Fancy lunch. 

Usually- when things are normal-ish, when she’s just at home like normal and it’s Mary’s job to take her to school, she gets a Mary lunch, which means whatever sandwich Mary has made in a rush, in between feeding Baby Catherine and getting herself ready and checking Anne is wearing school uniform and not her Ninja turtles tshirt (although sometimes Mary forgets to check the last one). 

Mary lunches are mostly ok, except that they’re usually a bit squashed....although once Mary was SO tired from being up with Baby Catherine she forgot to put in a filling and Anne had to pretend to the other children on the lunch table that she’d just asked for bread and butter that day.

(They didn’t look like they believed her.)

The other end of the scale is a Fancy lunch, and there’s only two times Anne gets one of those: either after the Mary lunch has been especially bad (or when she gets secret lunch option number four- which is actually no lunch at all because Mary forgot to pick up bread, or picked up the bread but forgot the making-the-sandwich part or remembered the bread and the sandwich making part but forgot to put it in Anne’s bag) and their teacher has called Anne over to ask, in hushed tones, Is Everything Alright At Home?

The other time is after something else has slipped a bit (once when Mary was sick, Anne didn’t come to school for two days) and the ‘chat’ has turned into a phone call. 

And that’s when Anne gets a Fancy lunch.

Fancy lunches are never the same but always ten times nicer than whatever anyone else has for lunch that day, because no one actually makes them, Anne’s mum orders them from a special company who spend all their time just making fancy lunches that can fit into a lunchbox- tiny wraps with fancy fillings skewered on cocktail sticks and rolls of rice and seaweed in pretty patterns and little individual quiches. 

The only bad thing about them is that they never last for more than a few days and then lunch making becomes Mary’s job again and it can be a bit disappointing to suddenly get a squashed marmite sandwich instead of the fancy lunch-in-a-box you were expecting.

Jane lunches are sort of in the middle of the two, Cathy supposes. 

They’re never as fancy as the Fancy lunches (Jane doesn’t seem to shop at the places that sell quinoa and lemongrass) and they’re not exciting really, just sandwiches and fruit.

 Then again, they always always have things that Anne definitely likes in them, whereas there’s nearly always a bit of the Fancy lunch that she has to pick off and set aside because she doesn’t like it, like the truffles that didn’t look or taste at all like chocolate.

They’re never as pretty as the Fancy lunches either but Jane does things like cutting off the crusts and peeling the apple and cutting it into slices that Anne’s mum never seems to want to do when it’s her actually fixing the food.

(It makes the food taste nice.)

The best thing about Jane’s lunches is that she never gets cross if a bit of it doesn’t get eaten, apart from to ask if Anne wants something else next time. She never gets ‘I don’t know why I even bother paying for nice things for you’ angry like Anne’s dad did when he found out about the uneaten truffles-that-were-really-mushrooms.

And if she’s done any baking- and Jane bakes a LOT- there’s always a biscuit or a little piece of cake or a pastry twist wrapped up carefully in greaseproof paper, ready for Anne to split in half and share with Cathy in return for all the times that Cathy shared her own food on no-lunch days.

Cathy doesn’t have packed lunches now that she’s with Catalina but she has sometimes wondered what they’d be like and she figures they’d probably be closer to the Jane lunches than the Fancy lunches. 

Oddly enough, the thought does not make her feel all that disappointed.

Anne tells her the Big News right away, because she can’t keep secrets, and the big news is that Anne’s getting to have a sleepover for her birthday. 

Cathy asks when and Anne says that it’ll be on the Saturday coming because that’s when her birthday is going to be.

Cathy knows when Anne’s birthday is- she has it written down in the furry purple My Secret Diary that she got for Christmas, because there’s a section to write down things about your friends, and she has Anne written down first because she’s her best friend- and she feels a bit guilty, like maybe she should have remembered.

 Anne doesn’t seem to mind though.

 Anne says that when she asked her mum the night before what she was doing for her birthday this year, and could they go to Splash Zone again like last year, her mum had nodded and said YesMaybeAskDaddy (which is how she answers lots of things).....and then she’d sat up, and she’d put down her glossy magazine and checked something on her phone and her eyes had gone very wide.

So instead of SplashZone- because now there isn’t time to book it before the weekend, Anne’s getting a sleepover party. 

Part of the treat is the sleepover, according to Anne, and part of the treat is meant to be that she doesn’t have to share the sleepover with Kitty, even though Kitty lives at Anne’s house most of the time.

Anne says she doesn’t mind sharing her bedroom but she IS glad Kitty isn’t going to be at the sleepover. 

According to Anne, Kitty hasn’t been much fun at all since Uncle Edmund dropped her off and she won’t play anything that Anne wants to play anymore, even when Anne offers her usual chocolate button bribe, and it turns out it’s VERY hard to play even easy games like chase when it’s only you.

Actually, Anne isn’t sure if she should be cross about this or not because it’s not just that Kitty won’t play Anne’s games, she doesn’t seem to want to play anything at all: she just clings to Jane’s skirt, waiting for her to finish whatever she’s doing and sit down so that she can she can fold herself up small in Jane’s lap. 

She clings to a handful of Jane’s shirt with one hand and only raggedly old Pink Kitty with the other, like she’s afraid someone is going to take one or both of them away if she lets go, sucking her thumb and not saying a word.

And when she isn’t silent- which is honestly most of the time, according to Anne- she’s having huge screaming tantrums over stupid things like cleaning her teeth or putting on her pajamas. Cathy finds it hard to imagine Kitty- who was quiet as a mouse nearly all the time, even before Edmund- even raising her voice once let alone screaming but Anne assures her that it’s true. 

She says that it’s giving her a headache. 

Her mum and dad and Mary are officially Losing Patience, which is why Kitty is going to be with Jane for a bit.

Officially, it’s as part of Anne’s birthday treat, but Anne thinks they were planning it anyway because she heard Mary complaining to her mum, and then she heard her Mum talking on the phone to someone about being At The End of Her Tether, and she kept shaking her head and looking over at where Kitty was curled up in a little ball on the edge of the sofa, not even watching the tv (although Anne had specially foregone Rugrats for the boring baby program about the baggy pink cat because Kitty liked it). 

Or, Kitty used to like it. 

Now she doesn’t seem to like very much at all anymore.

Mary and Anne’s Mum and Dad don’t seem to mind Kitty being extra quiet but they do mind the tantrums- and the way Kitty has started waking up in the night crying and disturbing everybody when Some People Have To Work In The Morning Fergodsake, and the way the Reception teacher has started to call home because she’s ‘concerned’.

Jane calls round too when she hears that Anne’s dad has taken away the Barbie Kitty got for promising not to suck her thumb anymore, and says they all need to make allowances right now, whatever that means. 

She and Anne’s mum drink cappuccinos- because Anne’s mum has a special expensive new machine that makes them- and Jane talks about reassurance and sense of security and unconditional love, while Anne’s mum talks about discipline and consequences and legal custody.

 Eventually Anne’s mum tells Jane that she’s not a social worker anymore so she needs to stop acting like one, and that Kitty isn’t a baby any more and they need to stop coddling her, that maybe Edmund was right about some things.

And then Jane goes home.

So Kitty won’t be at the sleepover, Anne says. It’ll be just her and Cathy- and Anna. 

Cathy tries to smile and look pleased that Anna’s invited too- it’s not that she doesn’t like her, exactly, it’s just that for Anne’s first sleepover, she’d rather it was just them.

It’s a bit easier to be properly happy when Anne tells Anna because Anna looks excited but also a bit surprised too- as if she’s not expecting to be asked. That makes Cathy feel better. It reminds her that Anna really isn’t out to steal her best friend, which is something Catalina reminds her of whenever she seems to need it.

‘Really?’

‘Yeah, my mum said I could have two friends.’ Anne nibbles the crust of her sandwich (peanut butter) delicately, trying to make the edges of the bread straight.

‘I’ll ask Mutti when I get home- she’ll say yes, she’ll be happy I’m making friends-’ Anna beams. ‘I used to have sleepovers back home- back in Germany. With my old friends.’

‘Cool!’

Cathy takes another bite of soggy school lasagne and wonders why Anna always has to bring her old home into everything.

 It’s sort of interesting to hear but it also makes her wonder if there’s anything that Anna hasn’t done or seen before everyone else. 

She wants to ask what German sleepovers are like but then she doesn’t.

(Whatever they’re like, they’re probably a hundred times cooler than whatever English sleepovers.)

[leechfluff]

Transformation (2/2)

Part 1

Content Alert For - Stuffing (aftermath), transformation, body horror, vague hints to blood drinking, mild belly kink, hurt with comfort, very mild whump, gagging (no vomit), hints to a past abusive relationship.

Note- I plan on doing way more with these characters but this is the end part of their first story. Please feel free to send in asks for my OC's at anytime or to ask me anything! I'd love some ideas for drawing them.

Cardinal cursed at the lock, jiggling the key until it finally gave and let them cross into the dark room. It was messy, but not overly so. The desk (as usual) being the focal point, covered in its usual clutter of pens, paper and coffee cups.

They entered the kitchen, not bothering to hit any of the lights on the way through. The light was unnecessary, their vision worked better in the dark than in the light if they were to tell the truth. As they bent over to put the container of soup into the fridge, their stomach gave out an unhappy grumble.

"Oh hush." Cardinal mumbled in response, rubbing at the taught skin in an attempt to quiet it down and wishing they had thought to wear a hoodie rather than the snug T-Shirt. Really, they'd barely even fed. Just enough that they wouldn't have to worry about it. Still, their stomach stuck out unhappily and complained at any sudden movements. It would be an excuse to steal one of Grace's hoodies, something soft and warm.

The young vampire was brought out of their thoughts by a loud thud from Grace's bedroom. Followed by crashing and more thudding, like furniture being knocked over. Cardinal froze, listening up at the rapid heart beat pounding overhead.

It was louder than it should have been, faster too. The most concerning thing however was the sound of claws on wood. A fact that was especially upsetting considering Grace didn’t have any pets, especially nothing that large.

Cardinal crept up the stairs, not even breathing as the sound of breaking glass carried through the home. The door was closed tight, and no light shone from underneath. The scrabbling noise increased, it sounded like the claws were scraping drywall now.

In a single, fluid, movement Cardinal wrenched the door open before sliding in and slamming it behind them. Whatever they had been expecting, the large wolf escaping through the (now broken) window left them at somewhat of a loss for words. There was no sign of Grace, and the animal had clearly not been dragging her with it.

There was no evidence of a struggle, no blood on the sheets, and the air smelled strongly of Grace albeit sharper than Cardinal ever remembered it being. The dresser had been knocked over in the creature's (in her) attempts to escape. It was apparent nothing had entered or exited the room recently other than the concerned vampire.

The pieces fit together in an unfortunate manner, making Cardinal groan in dread. This… wasn't how they had ever wanted to introduce their girlfriend into this world but it was happening regardless. Time to minimize the damage, at least to Grace anyway. 

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The first thing Grace did when she woke up was groan.

Everything hurt. Her joints cracked and popped as she stirred and her muscles complained. Her head pounded in a way reminiscent of a hangover, but worse in it's own special way.

Potentially topping the migraine however, was the cramping pain coming from her stomach.

"Easy, I don't know exactly what you did but I reckon you feel pretty bad right now"

It was Cardinal, in a voice as smooth as honey. Soothing the headache to a degree. 

Grace struggled against the blanket laid over her, feverishly trying to get up.

"Hey, just lie down. Please, Grace. Just lie back down."

She did, that sticky-sweet voice drawing her in. The blanket was pulled back, leaving a sheet to cover her.

A sheet that was the only thing covering her naked body.

"I'm going to grab you some clothes and help you get them on, ok?"

The voice was less sticky now, more recognizable. Once again Grace felt acutely aware of the heavy, painful feeling in her stomach. A feeling accentuated by a prolonged groan.

Finally, her eyes fluttered open. Cardinal was holding a tshirt and shorts, an older outfit Grace usually wore when sleeping. Their hair was wild, sticking up all over and falling in their eyes. Their dark shirt was ripped and muddy and their pants were much the same way. It was a simple outfit that Grace didn't think she'd ever seen worn before on the petite figure. 

"Wha' happened to ya shirt?"

Grace didn't even register how bad her mouth tasted until she opened it. Coppery and foul, with a touch of something gone off.

That was the breaking point and she bolted upright despite her painful stomach and leaned off the bed as she retched.

And retched.

And try as she might nothing came up but strings of saliva for her efforts.

A cool hand rested on one shoulder and supported her until it ended.

"I'm sorry. God- just- just lean back. Oh God" 

Grace hadn't even realized she had her arms cradled around her stomach. What was typically fairly average and flat was stretched out painfully. Hard and round, it had expanded outwards a significant amount and with every threatening gurgle she felt as though she was going to vomit.

But it never happened.

The cool hands pulled her back until she was no longer hanging off the bed. Hands pulling her shirt over her head as she numbly complied by lifting her arms gently. The soft shirt was still baggy around her shoulders and chest but was just barely snug around the mysterious belly. Every movement of her midsection left her panting on the verge of gagging as she worked with her partner to get the shirt on.

Cardinal leaned her back onto the bed before lying beside her, on top of the sheets that covered Grace's bare legs. Her stomach let out a long gurgle in protest of the movement and a pale hand reached tentatively for it, pausing before gently rubbing it. The motion was painful as first, eliciting groans both from Grace and her tortured stomach. Soon however, the pressure seemed to lessen and Grace belched wetly. The taste almost brought on another retching fit, but the slight decrease in pressure and the relief it brought helped immensely.

"What…" Grace coughed, and held a hand to her swollen midsection.

"I…" Cardinal froze. Their voice was soft as they stammered, "What do you- um. You…" 

They took a deep breath.

"You might be a, uh…"

"Werewolf?" Grace croaked out.

Cardinal shifted their body weight suddenly.

"How did you even know to guess that?"

"Had an ex-boyfriend who bragged... well it was threats really but I thought he was full of shit. Not to say he wasn’t-" she burped again, less satisfying this time but it helped "Just not about that. I guess."

"How much do you know?"

"Not much." Grace admitted. "I thought he was trying to be funny, then I thought it was annoying when he threatened me with it. He called me last month all pissy and angry. I told myself that the nightmares I had that night were coincidental. That it didn’t mean anything, just my subconscious picking up on his claims."

Another burp, more relief and unbelievably her brain presented the idea of actually trying to go get something to eat. An idea that made Grace almost want to weep.

Instead, she curled up as Cardinal lay still and silent at her back. Soon she was asleep again.

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This time when Grace woke up she could move. She felt… good actually. Really good. Her stomach still had a small paunch to it but nothing like the painful, heavy lump she had woken up to. 

The smell of coconut curry soup wafted through the open door, and Grace was on the verge of drooling as she pulled on her shorts and hurried towards the kitchen. Trying hard not to run down the stairs and trip in her haste she stuck a head around the corner into the kitchen

Cardinal was standing there, with an amused expression. 

"Glad to know you feel a bit better."

Grace nodded as she grabbed the bowl of soup sitting on the counter, barely even bothering with the spoon. It didn't fully end the ravenous hunger, but gave her room to think with a clearer head. 

"Yeah, I do." She glanced around the kitchen hoping to spot some more but was out of luck. The rest of the soup must have been in the fridge still 

"God. This is insane. I don't think I've ever been so hungry in my goddamn life and considering this morning I really shouldn't be."

"I think it's just part of it darling. Best to eat when you're human, at least then you have more of a choice."

Grace stopped for a moment. Gears turning. If her stomach had been full, then she must have eaten something and if she were to go by the rancid taste in her mouth when she first woke up...

"What exactly did I eat last night?"

"Honestly? Not a fucking clue but your breath was rank and you certainly seemed to regret it. I had to carry you back. That is, after I chased you through the woods for several hours."

Grace groaned and leaned against the counter. 

"It's not over yet, is it? So will several days a month be trying to consume literally anything I can rationalize as food or is this an all the time thing?"

"You're asking the wrong person, I have no idea."

Grace eyed them suspiciously. Her rational side finally catching up despite the weirdness of it all. 

How did they know this? How did they know any of this?

"Got something you want to share?" Grace kept her tone controlled, looking Cardinal dead in the eye.

Their partners' body language shifted, from comfortable to mildy self-conscious. Like they were trying to shrink in on themself.

“What do you mean?

She poked Cardinal in the stomach, where the soft skin bulged beneath the hoodie stolen from her closet. It was obviously an attempt to be subtle, but it wasn't the first time they had been mysteriously bloated. Typically they just tried to pass it off as a food allergy or intolerance. Other times they both just ignored it.

"Between the belly and the nighttime disappearance act-"

"I'm not a werewolf. I'm something else. Think more along the bloodsucking side of the spectrum."

Grace recoiled before gently poking Cardinals firm stomach. 

"So… You're like a tick or a leech or something?"

"I think vampire is the politically correct term, but yes."

"So… you were going to tell me when?"

Cardinal grimaced.

"Probably not now and not like this. I just… I was worried about you."

"Hmm."

"Are you mad?"

Grace paused in the tactile exploration of her lover's distended stomach before grabbing them by the face and kissing them slowly.

Cardinal pulled away gently, lifting their head and looking them in the eye.

"We should make sure you actually eat enough today. I really don't want to have to chase you through the woods again."

"What? What do you mean?"

"I have a friend who’s a bit more in touch with this sort of stuff that I am. He said you should actually go ahead and cave to that growling stomach of yours. Supposedly it’ll make the change easier, and will hopefully keep you from trying to go hunting.”

"Hunting? What was I even hunting?"

"Judging by the smell, you didn't hunt anything. You found it."

Grace grimaced, not even wanting to know anymore.

She leaned into her partner, the ghost of the pain she had felt this morning when she woke up was still fresh and that gut had to be a little sore. It gurgled softly, as if in reaction to her thoughts.

"You ok?" She said, putting a hand gently on their stomach.

"Hmm?" Cardinal glanced down and laughed. "Oh yeah, this is mild really. I stopped short to come back early. I wanted to go ahead and check on you. Turned out that was a good idea, wouldn't have wanted you stumbling naked back to your house just to find the door locked."

Grace hummed in response, already casting her eyes around the kitchen for more food. 

It was going to be a long day.

----------------------

Grace woke up suddenly, having fallen asleep on the couch with her small partner curled up next to her.

It was easy to realize what had woken her up.

"Holy hell."

At her exclamation Cardinal stirred.

"What's up?"

Grace didn't even answer, trying to stand up and immediately collapsing onto her knees as a wave of vertigo washed over her.

There was swearing from Cardinal, then the short vampire picked her up and set her down on the couch. 

"Your bedroom window is broken. We decided you should stay down here, remember?"

Grace shook her head, a clawing pain in her throat starting to bring her to tears. As if reading her mind Cardinal grabbed a water bottle, removed the top and steadied Grace's hands as she downed the whole thing. The pain didn't go away, but as she moved her joints started to crack and pop.

-----------------

Cardinal watched helplessly, their enhanced hearing picking up every shift and squelch as Grace's body began to rearrange itself. The taller girl curled in on herself, shivering even as her temperature skyrocketed.

"I-it's going faster this time." 

Grace managed to force out the words as Cardinal helped her with her shirt. Despite the close relationship, the vampire still grabbed a light blanket and wrapped it around the werewolf. Covering her bare torso and hiding the disconcerting warping of tissue and bone beneath the skin. Then, they carefully massaged her back along the spine and shoulder blades and tried to ignore the feeling of bones moving under the skin every so often.

Caelum had said this would be rough, and not just for Grace either. As usual, the witch was right. However, Cardinal had more sympathy for the person actually going through the change than for the person who only had to listen.

And watch.

And feel.

Grace moaned feverishly, a sound that lengthened into a yell as her muscles clenched abruptly.

It cut off suddenly with a choking noise, and Cardinal instinctively backed away as the girl convulsed. When it got to be too much, they closed their eyes. Refusing to look at Grace’s body was forced into its other form.

Until the noises stopped, and something bumped their leg. They jerked their head up, obviously startling the large gray and copper wolf who jumped up and scrambled back like a scared dog.

Guilt tugged at Cardinal’s insides from the sight. Some half forgotten tidbit of information presented itself to her mind. Something about helping werewolves by saying their name.

Well, it was worth a shot. Right?

“Hey-” 

The wolf began snarling, and Cardinal swiftly realized the large animal had backed itself into a corner.

“Grace, it’s ok. You know me. I won’t hurt you, and you don’t have to worry about hurting me, ok?”

The animal still seemed wary, but it recognized the name.

“Grace, you there sweetheart?”

They suspected they knew the answer. The wolf was definitely intelligent, but something was clearly lost in the transformation. Leaving a wild animal with some version of human rationality. A fun concept considering Grace already had the incredible ability to get into heaps of trouble, even when not high off of adrenaline and moonlight.

The wolf stopped snarling, cocking her head before rushing Cardinal and knocking them to the ground.

Cardinal yelped hands going up in an instinctive attempt to protect their face as the wolf-

Started licking their face like an excited puppy.

The vampire laughed, gently rubbing their hands through the unbelievably thick fur while they tried to come up with ways to keep the energetic werewolf occupied and the damage to a minimum.

[bythieves-a]

SNAPSHOTS OF MODERN VIC. ( based on the story im writing about him ! many of the usual tw’s apply. )

you’re only thirteen the first time things become too much. a shadow in your school, no one there would even know you exist, if it weren’t for the smell of stolen cigarettes that follows you around. a short thing, with your mother-ruffled hair, the sleeves of an old, tattered, black coat stop just before your fingertips; and all your shirts are hand-me-downs——you think they were your dads. you wouldn’t really know. but your mother puts a ‘lucky flower’ in your coat pocket, every day, and that makes each school day bearable.

the baggy clothes make it easier to steal snacks after school, the darker make it easier to disappear. you hardly even go to class; the teachers don’t notice you, anyways. until they do——the children that do see you love to remark on what you lack; on money, on fathers, on new clothes, on lunch. one comment becomes too many and you’re in the office; don’t call my mum, you plead, you practically beg, she’s working. i can’t take her away from work. but they do. there’s no one else to call. it feels like robbing your mother of money. the embarrassment of taking her away.

when you’re home, you hit your lowest; lock yourself in your room and cry until morning. your chest is so heavy. such a mild dilemma, not the worst thing you’ll face, yet you find you can’t breathe because of it. why does everything hurt so much?

*

sixteen years old and your favorite spot has become a bridge; you sit with your legs swinging through the rail, watching the water flow below you, sound of cars rushing behind you--------the honking horns make you jump. you reek of cigarettes and fireball, when you come here, concealed bottle half-empty and hidden between your legs. arms and chin lean on the railing, tears flowing yet often concealed by a rainstorm you never bother to notice. 

she’s so convinced he’ll come back. you hate yelling at her, but it hurts, to live sixteen years without someone, and watch your mother continue to set a place at the table for him each night. maybe tonight. its never tonight. and its your fault, you know that--------your mother would be happier without you, her drunken, drop-out, thieving son; she’d still have walter. she’d still have money. you don’t realize you’re her only joy. 

the jacket you wear over a torn prince t-shirt is black denim, finally your size, the cuffs and collar lined with a fake-feeling, puffy sort of fur. its your favorite jacket, it keeps you warm--------but you find a picture of your parents together, and note your father wearing one of the same style. you never wear that jacket again.

*

you’re not sure why you cry on the plane to america, but you do. perhaps its homesickness. the change, the sudden wave of how different everything will be. its overwhelming. amos scoffed when he saw you, in your sweatpants and band shirts---------what? you’d asked. its just a plane ride. sat between him and your anxious mother, you hold her hand and wonder if he might do the same; its better not to try, you decide. he might just think you’re strange.

does he have weapons? he must. amos always has a knife, somehow. but how would he bring it here? maybe he’ll teach you that, someday. you’d like him to. he’d like you to stop crying.

*

smiling boy leaning against the counter of your pawn shop; everything feels better, now. amos has made you a partner in crime, his right hand man--------this cover-up is yours as much as it is his, and sometimes you wonder if you make him proud. you’ve grown into yourself; dark hair tickles at the tips of your ears when you let it get too long, you don white button-ups with two buttons always undone, and a long tan trenchcoat is the one thing you’re never seen without--------though, when you’re home you dress the way you always have; a steely dan tshirt has become your favorite, and it never takes you long to break out sweatpants after a days work. you lay on the floor like that and play guitar; mother likes to stand in the doorway and listen, sometimes.

there are knives on you, everywhere. they rattle against the phone in your pocket when it buzzes; you have two friends now who send you pictures of their cat, and they’re so normal, far different from the thief tommy you occupy your nights with---------but you enjoy them. they’re a taste of the life you wanted, as a child. but you think now that life might bore you, if you tried it. its not like you’re good at anything else, anyways. you and amos both know that.

*

your memory is coming in flashes, in blinks of light and sound tearing through the gaps of nothing, the times where you don’t know where you are, what you’re doing-------what time is it? have i eaten today? where’s mama? 

the last thing you remember is the funeral. you tried to cry into amos’ arms, but he pushed you away; knocked you to the ground. get it together. m’not yer dad, kid. he left you crying on your knees before her grave--------but now, suddenly, you’re walking into your friend’s apartment. they’re each holding one of your arms; adrien looks worried, like he’s been crying. ray says something to you, but you don’t understand. you say okay, anyways. 

then you’re on the couch with tea in your hand; you look at your phone and start crying. you haven’t been home in hours. mum would have texted you, by now. your chest is heavy again. you’re dizzy. adrien takes your phone and sets it away. you think he might have kissed your forehead, too.

*

the bottle of mum’s pain killers is empty, now. you don’t remember waking up. something burns. you’re screaming at your father in your doorway, but you don’t remember him knocking. ray looks mortified. she’s leaving today. wheres she going? italy? germany? please take care of yourself, she mutters into a tightened hug. wheres your father gone? she mentions him--------he must have been real. 

you don’t remember the party, you don’t remember coming home, but you remember being warm. it felt like mama was back. you want to feel like that again. 

* 

adrien tries to take you out for christmas, but he has to bring you home. all the children were outside playing in the snow with their parents. mama liked to take christmas walks to look at all the lights. you can’t breathe again, so he holds you for the rest of the day, he pets your hair, kisses your head. its almost feels ok. 

* 

you watch the new year’s ball drop from the discomfort of a hospital bed. you still don’t remember much, but you remember screaming. you remember amos sitting nearby-----was that two days ago? he threatened you. walt was here, too. you threw a flower vase at him. the nurses won’t let you have flowers in the room, anymore. they’re watching you like hawks; better act like you’re alright, so they’ll let you out of here.

you check yourself out early. there’s no reason for you to be there. amos will get mad if you’re gone any longer. your father yells at you when you get home. why is he there? leave me alone. 

* 

the park bench is cold. you don’t remember running here, but you know amos was yelling at you. you haven’t brushed your hair in days. your tears feel like they’re freezing to your cheeks. distant police sirens. are they for you? your chest tightens------but they breeze past the park. you can’t stop shaking. your head hurts. 

walts with you, suddenly, sitting on the bench beside you. he’s put your head in his lap, he’s been muttering things to you the whole time. how long has he been here? please, he says, the first thing you’re able to make out; let me get you home, i know you hate me, but let me be your dad for ten fucking minutes. you’re a mess, kid. 

you’ve never spoken to him without screaming, before, but this time you let him. he helps you up, puts his coat around your shoulders. its the same one as in the photos, but older, it has holes in it. he keeps an arm around you the whole way home, lies you down on your couch, drapes mum’s couch blanket over you. he makes you a grilled cheese, complains about the spoiled groceries in your fridge. it feels nice. he should have been here to do this twenty three years ago.

*

for the first time since you’ve known him, you think amos is going to kill you. he’d never do that, you’ve always been so sure; but this time there’s rage in his eyes, they look hollow and dead---------you’ve seen this look before, its always followed by the snapping of bones. you can’t get that sound out of your head. you saved tommy from this look, once, but he’s not here to do the same. it hurts. you’re supposed to be partners, you trusted him with your life, but he’s going to kill you. oh, god, he’s going to kill me.

but he doesn’t get the chance. bent over from a kick to the ribs, the second you’re out of line with his head you hear a shot--------suddenly you’re covered in blood, but its not your own, and amos has a hole in his head. when he drops, you’re faced with your father stood nearby; shaking, out of breath, mortified-------holding a gun. jesus christ, he whispers.

dad? you sound helpless. you’ve never called him that, before. 

[sky-blue-pantaloons]

Blindfold Dance

It’s almost eleven pm by the time Xiao Zhan gets to Yibo’s apartment. He pauses in front of the door, one hand just short of knocking, the other hand holding chicken soup take out. He had gulped down a shot of espresso to stay awake, gone to a neighbourhood restaurant for the take out and hailed a cab straight here after landing at PEK. He wore a mask, a cap pulled really low and a baggy hoodie, but who knows if anyone recognized him. It was definitely not one of the more prudent things he’s done. Now that he’s here, it suddenly seems like too much. Something about that video of Wang Yibo dancing with a blindfold on got to him. Always thriving in less than ideal situations; accepting all criticism quietly and just working and working hard, like a flower blooming quietly in the dark. The miming of a gunshot to the heart at the end of the performance should have been melodramatic and showy, but it was sincere. It made something in Xiao Zhan’s chest feel too tight. In his haste, he didn’t even think to text to see if Yibo was even at home. Maybe he shouldn’t —

The door swings open when Xiao Zhan is still mid-thought. A sleepy-looking Wang Yibo stumbles out in an oversized Avengers t-shirt, mailbox keys in hand. His eyes widen when he sees Xiao Zhan. “Zhan Ge!” Yibo exclaims a little too loudly, and Xiao Zhan has to cover his mouth and get Yibo back into the apartment before he announces to the entire corridor that Xiao Zhan is here. Security may be good and discreet here, but one can never be too careful.

With the door closed behind them, Yibo reaches forward to give Xiao Zhan a big hug. Xiao Zhan melts into the warmth of that contact though he tries not to. Yibo’s hair is still damp from the shower; his shampoo smells faintly sweet, and underneath that lingers the scent of his cologne.

“What are you doing here Zhan Ge? I thought you were still filming in Changsha” Yibo asks a little breathlessly when they finally pull apart. “Are you okay?” He asks suddenly serious, his eyes giving Xiao Zhan a careful once over.

“Yes, yes. I just got back tonight.” How does he explain to Yibo why he is here when he doesn’t even fully understand himself? It is impossible. Instead he opts for, “I brought you chicken soup.”

He didn’t answer the question, but Yibo doesn’t push it. “It smells great Zhan Lang~” Yibo beams as he takes the lid off the take out container, “if you do sweet things like this for some cute girl, they’ll fall at your feet.”

Xiao Zhan gives him a level look. Wang Yibo is fishing, but Xiao Zhan lets him have it. “There isn’t some cute girl I want to do this for,” he says. “And don’t call me that!”

Wang Yibo beams, a smile of utter satisfaction spreads across his face. Xiao Zhan immediately feels a smile tugging at his lips as well. One whole year after the CQL filming, one whole year of only sporadic meet ups sandwiched between crazy filming schedules and Wang Yibo still has this effect on him. Yibo gets up to fetch two bowls from the kitchen, and Xiao Zhan watches from the couch. He looks so young walking around barefooted in his baggy tshirt, unstyled hair sticking out a little in all directions. He spends time digging through the utensil drawer, and Xiao Zhan knows he’s looking for the two leggo spoons. Isn’t it cool? Zhan-Ge, it looks like someone made these spoons from tiny Lego building blocks? Wang Yibo had said when he first got them. When Yibo turns back to the living room with the bowls and leggo spoons, he’s still smiling. God, I’ve missed this, Xiao Zhan thinks to himself. All these recent weeks spent in anonymous hotel rooms. He’s missed this easy domesticity. Missed knowing what spoon Wang Yibo is looking for.

Yibo climbs back onto the couch and sticks his barefeet between Xiao Zhan’s thighs and the couch.

“Wang Yibo.. What are you doing?”

“My kitchen floor’s cold,” Yibo replies matter-of-factly, and pours out the soup into bowls.

“So wear some slippers. It’s the dead of winter,” Xiao Zhan grumbles, but does nothing to move Yibo’s feet.

They drink the soup together in silence. The fragrance of the warm broth fills the living room, Xiao Zhan realises he’s famished. He had pretty much been traveling non-stop since morning and only had to time for a cold sandwich between leaving his hotel in Changsha and now. Xiao Zhan steals a few glances at Yibo, who is slurping the soup with an expression of focus and contentment. Has he lost a little weight? Xiao Zhan can imagine how grueling the rehearsals leading up the Yue Hua family concert must be. Or rather he can imagine how hard Wang Yibo has been working himself.

“Was it difficult to dance with the blindfold on?” Xiao Zhan asks.

Yibo blinks, momentarily confused. Then he grins. “You watched the dance video I sent you!”

Xiao Zhan suppresses the urge to roll eyes. He watches every video that Wang Yibo sends him.

More drabbles

The dance

[itsallavengers]

Inspired by @nonbinarytonystark‘s prompt- Tony likes to wear Steve’s clothes

It was a thing.

It didn’t mean anything, per se... Steve’s sweaters were just cozy, okay? And his sweatpants were soft and his tshirts were baggy and they all smelt like something undeniably Steve-

Yeah. Anyway. Like Tony said. It was a thing.

To be honest, he hadn’t even expected anyone to notice, really- they were just a few clothes, after all. Nothing special. The team used his stuff all the time- what made this different? Nothing, that was what. It wasn’t like Tony... hoarded it, or anything. And he certainly didn’t steal Steve’s jumpers after bad nights in order to calm him down. That would just be stupid.

Stupid stupid stupid stupid stupid.

In fact, if he hadn’t come down one time, half asleep and wearing literally none of his own clothes, everyone probably would have just let it slide. Tony honestly hadn’t done it intentionally- he was just tired and a little shaken from the lovely morning nightmare that had served as his wakeup call, and Steve’s clothes were soft and big and smelt really nice.

It was calming. It was... home. 

So Tony had slid them on without a second thought and then trundled downstairs, pretty much still asleep. Mornings, especially early ones like this one, were most definitely not his forte.

Except... turns out that superspies were observant. Who’d have thought? 

Anyway, they noticed it immediately. Natasha just raised an eyebrow, but Clint was an asshole, so Clint wolf-whistled and jostled Steve’s shoulder, making him turn from where he was busily preparing his breakfast in order to look in their direction. Tony, still pretty much sleepwalking at that point, just tried to zoom in on the coffee and direct his body toward it. He doesn’t notice everyone staring, or Steve’s progressively reddening cheeks.

“Nice look, Tony,” Natasha says quietly, eyes still on the morning paper.

“Fuck yourself,” he says cheerily, and barely even winces when the spoon flies an inch away from his nose in response. He’s grown used to it.

Clint makes a move, ruffling his hair and then cooing, despite Tony’s grumble of protest. He would normally just punch him, but did he mention how tired he was? Really fucking tired.

“Don’t you just want to fucking bundle him up when he’s like this? How do you resist, Steve?” Clint asks, and Tony glares at him and turns to Steve, ready to hear a witty quip in reply, but the other man is just spluttering a little incoherently, eyes still fixed on the pale blue button-down that’s pretty much slipping right off Tony’s shoulders.

His face falls a little, because shit, Steve’s noticed. And now they’re probably going to have a long and awkward conversation about boundaries, where Steve tells him he needs to stop wearing his clothes, which will suck, because Tony loves Steve’s clothes-

He’s so caught up in his own head that he forgets to watch where his feet are going, and they catch on the overhanging material that hangs over his toes whenever he wears Steve’s sweatpants, and then he’s off, falling face first, destination: corner of the fucking tabletop.

Great way to start the day.

He braces for impact, a little yelp escaping his lips as he jerks his hands up on instinct- but impact doesn’t come. Instead, there’s a sudden tight pressure on his waist, and he realizes it’s an arm that’s just managed to snag him before he brains himself. Which is nice. Definitely helpful.

Steve is stood there, a little awkwardly, arm simply outstretched and holding Tony’s entire body-weight like it’s nothing, which is probably not something he needs to be thinking about when wearing thin sweatpants-

“Where are your glasses, Tony?” Steve says, fond exasperation evident in his voice as he pulls Tony upright again and then softly places a hand against his jaw, checking to see that all braining incidents had been 100% avoided.

Tony scowls, and shrugs. “Left them out somewhere- but I don’t need them to see my own two feet, Steve, only reason I fell was because your pants are-”

He’s about to say stupidly big, before realizing that, being the insanely clever person he is, he just managed to expose himself and his clothe-stealing ways right in front of the man himself.

Amazing. He was on a god damn roll this morning. God- he wished he’d just knocked himself out on the tabletop. 

But rather than frowning and pulling him up on it, Steve just blushes a little bit deeper, and Tony watches his eyes flicker down very briefly, before dragging themselves back up immediately and only making the blush go even darker, and at this rate Steve is going to be a motherfucking tomato, or his cheeks are going to burst open from too much blood rushing around in them.

“They suit you,” Steve says quietly,and Tony has to question whether or not he’s even conscious at this point, because that was definitely a lip bite, and Steve’s eyes keep flickering down toward Tony’s exposed collarbone like there’s a god damn magnet attached to the thing-

“Wait,” Tony blurted suddenly, squinting a little and hoping that his eyesight really isn’t failing him enough to imagine that, “do you...no way-do you like that?”

Steve laughed, and this time it was a lick of the lips, which was honestly just unfair at this time of day. “Uhhh-”

“he means he likes you wearing his clothes, but he’d prefer them back on his bedroom floor,” Bruce piped up, which was surprising, because everyone had assumed he’d just been napping on the tabletop.

Steve frowned. “Can you maybe let me flirt on my own, guys?” 

“Hey, you chose to do this in the communal room, your fault,” Clint said, before waving them away, “now shoo- go have your way with him or whatever, Steve- I don’t want to see any more of this here, I’m eating my cereal.”

Tony looked at Steve, still trying to actually conceive what was happening here. Steve just looked at him, waiting for a sign of confirmation, and when Tony gave a confused nod of his head, Steve wasted absolutely no time in sweeping him directly off his feet and into an effortless bridal carry, beginning to maneuver them both out of the communal room at a brisk pace.

Tony blinked, hands wrapping around Steve’s neck instinctively, feeling more than a little blissed out when all Steve’s warmth and softness and smell that he usually leeched off his clothes was suddenly pressed up directly against him. 

“Bye,” was all Steve called out, before sliding out into the corridor and immediately pressing Tony against the wall, mouth meeting Tony’s possessively, greedily.

“You really like the clothes, huh,” Tony whispered in amazement, in between kisses.

He was kissing Steve he was kissing Steve he was kissing Steve he was kissing St-

Steve smiled, hands wandering underneath the button down and slipping around his waist. “Every time, every damn time you’d come down wearing something of mine, I wanted to do this. I thought you were doing it on purpose- you had to be. There couldn’t have been any other reason you hadn’t noticed how I reacted to it.”

Tony opened his mouth to reply, biting down on a groan between breaths, but Steve kissed him again, picking him up once more, this time by the ass, and then waiting for Tony to wrap his legs around Steve’s waist before moving them forward. “I might make you keep the shirt on, though. It looks good. Real good.My clothes always look good on you”

Tony grinned, “possessive streak, have we, Rogers?”

“You have no idea,”

“I feel like I’m about to find out, though.”

Steve smiled, smug and dirty as he kissed Tony’s neck, whispering “damn fuckin’ straight.”

Okay. So maybe the morning was looking up, after all.

[iluvsexyvoltageguys]

Drenched

Fandom: Irresistible Mistakes (Love 365)

Pairing: Toshiaki x Reader

You pulled the hood of his gray sweatshirt over your head, picking up the pace as you moved quickly down the sidewalk; the scent of his cologne stuck to the fabric. Toshiaki had suggested walking to the movie theater, explaining that it would give the two of you more time to get to know each other; as the gray clouds moved across the sky you realized the storm was going to hit sooner than expected. Toshiaki came to a stop at the crosswalk, turning around as he waited for you to catch up. The traffic light changed as you reached his side; lacing his fingers through yours, he guided you across the street.

“Oh shit.” he muttered as the first drop of rain landed on his cheek; you both glanced up at the darkening sky. “Where should we hide out?” he asked, his eyes scanning the streets as he tried to determine the best place for the two of you to wait out the rain. “There’s a coffee shop at the end of the block.” he suggested as a light drizzle began to fall from the sky. "The storm is supposed to last for hours. If we go to a coffee shop we’ll be stuck there all day.” you said, your breath becoming heavier as you tried to keep up with his long strides.

“My place is about 3 blocks away.” he offered, nervously. The two of you had gone out on a few dates over the past month; always chatting at restaurants, hiking together outside the city, stealing kisses in the back of the movie theater. You had never truly spent time together in private. You had really enjoyed getting to know Toshiaki over that time and were more than ready to spend more time together; alone. "It has a roof, right?” you laughed, the rain falling harder. He smiled, grinning as he led the way to his apartment. Cutting down a side street, his dark hair fell into his eyes as the rain continued to fall. He laughed when a crack of thunder made you jump, giving your hand a squeeze. The rain fell harder, droplets pelting the two of you as you began running down the sidewalk. By the time you had reached his apartment door, you were both soaked to the core; lightning flashing through the sky as he pushed open the door, ushering you into the warmth of his place. You watched him as he locked the door behind him; his muscles more evident through his rain soaked t-shirt.

“You’re drenched.” he said, as if he only now realized the two of you had been running through a storm for the last 10 minutes. A blush rose in your cheeks as his eyes ran up and down your body. You smiled at him. “I mean, if you hadn’t noticed, it was raining a little bit out there.” He kicked his shoes off on the doormat, you following suit. “I’m sorry." He apologized. “It’s just water, I’m fine.” you assured him, reaching over and resting your hand on his bicep. “I didn’t melt, so at least you know I’m not a witch.” You laughed.  “Always a good sign.” he smirked. “Let me get you a towel and something dry to wear.” he said, turning down the hallway and into, what you assumed, was his bedroom. He appeared a few minutes later, a towel in one hand and a tshirt and a pair of sweats in the other. “Here.” he offered, pressing the dry items into your hands. “You can change in my room; it’s the first door on the right. The bathroom is at the end of the hall.”

“Thanks.” you replied, heading down the hall and into his room. You had to admit, for a single guy his apartment was pretty well decorated. You glanced around his room, noticing how neat it was. The bed was made, the furniture dusted. You smiled to yourself as you pulled off his soaked sweatshirt, originally intended to keep you dry, and tossed it into the hamper by his closet. Dipping your head down, you toweled your hair dry, listening as the rain continued to crash against the windows. You managed to pull your jeans down and slipped the shirt over your head with some difficulty, the wet fabric plastered to your skin. Realizing the rain had soaked through to your bra and underwear, you peeled those off, too; shoving them into the pockets of your jeans before pulling on Toshiaki's sweatpants. You pulled the drawstring tight; the baggy shirt falling low on your hips. You tossed the wet items in the hamper, running your fingers through your damp hair and pulling it into a bun.

You heard a crash from the main area of the apartment. Stepping out of his room and into the open living area and kitchen, you saw Toshiaki by the kitchen island, his head and arms stuck awkwardly in his tight t-shirt, a plastic bowl was surrounded by spilled fruit on the floor. You laughed as you walked over to Toshiaki, noticing he had already changed out of his wet pants and into a pair of grey sweats, the wet clothes in a pile by the refrigerator. "Need some help?” you asked with a snicker. "Please.” he said, his eyes twinkling. He lifted his head as he tried to pull an arm out of the wet sleeve, only getting himself more entangled in the fabric. You grabbed the collar of the shirt, managing to get it over Toshiaki's head, water dripping onto the hardwood floor. With a few more tugs you were able to free him from the shirt entirely, your eyes taking in his toned torso. “My eyes are up here.” he said with a smile in his voice. "Uh, right.” you said, your cheeks flushing. You stepped forward, slipping in the pool of rainwater as you tossed the wet shirt onto the pile of clothes. You stumbled forward, crashing into Toshiaki's bare chest. Instinctively his strong arms wrapped around you, embarrassment washing over you as he helped you straighten up.

“Sorry.” you muttered, taking as step back as you looked at the floor. "Hey, it’s alright.” he said noticing the blush on your cheeks. “I’m the one who got stuck in a t-shirt for God’s sake.” he laughed. His laugh soon faltered, seriousness filling his eyes as he took a step closer to you. “You’re really beautiful.” he said, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear. “Toshi, I’m a mess.” you chuckled. "You can say whatever you want to, _____, but I’m telling you you’re beautiful.” Your heart beat faster in your chest as he bit his lip, soaking you in. You let your eyes skim down his body, noticing how strong he was; realizing how much you wanted him. “Like what you see?” he asked softly. You nodded. Before you could take a breath, Toshiaki's lips were on yours, his hands crawling under the shirt you were wearing, his touch burning your skin as his fingers grazed your waist. Instinctively, you wrapped your arms around him, your lips moving with his. He led you to the living room, his lips never leaving yours as he laid you down on the sofa, his hands sliding further up your body.

He pulled back, his eyes filled with lust as he studied your face. “You’re okay with this?” he murmured. "Yeah, I want this.” you confirmed, your hands slipping from around his neck, sliding down his toned body. With a smile, he brought his lips back to yours. His hands traveled up your body, cupping your breasts under the thin fabric of your borrowed shirt; your nipples hardening under his delicate touch. Panting as he broke the kiss he slipped the shirt over your head, leaving you exposed to him. He smiled as his eyes skimmed your body before his lips attached to your neck, nipping at the skin. "What do you want me to do now?” he asked quickly, his lips returning to your neck. "I want your mouth.” you gasped as his lips found the sweet spot on your neck.

“Where do you want my mouth?” he said, his voice thick with lust. “Here?” he questioned, moving to press kisses to your collar bone. He glanced up with a small smile as you shook your head. “Here?” he repeated as he feathered kisses down your chest. He kissed his way to your breasts, his lips encircling your nipple, his tongue swirling around the hardened nub. You moaned, fire flowing through your body with every touch. His tongue followed the curve of your chest, his mouth finding your other nipple as a hand massaged the unattended breast.

“I have a better idea.” he said after a few moments, your breathing becoming unsteady as he slid off the sofa, leaving a trail of kisses down your body before kneeling in front of you. His fingers hooked in the elastic waistband of your sweatpants; you shivered as he pulled them down, slipping them off your legs and tossing them to a corner. “No panties?” he questioned, a devilish smirk crossing his face. "Th-they were wet.” you argued, impatient for Toshiaki's touch. "And so are you.” he smirked, lightly running his thumb down your slit. You moaned, watching as Toshiaki wiped his thumb across his tongue, tasting you before pushing your legs apart, his warm tongue licking up your folds. Your hips bucked up as his mouth found your clit, his tongue tracing circles on the sensitive nub before gently sucking on it. Toshiaki's strong hands pushed your hips back onto the sofa, his tongue continuing to pleasure you. You could feel a tightening in your stomach, an exclamation of ecstasy escaping your lips as your eyes fell closed.

He pulled back, his thumb replacing his tongue on your clit, rubbing slow circles. “You gonna cum for me?” he whispered, his free hand sliding up your thigh and between your legs, a finger slipping inside of you. “You’re so wet. Think you can handle some more?” You let out a strangled moan as Toshiaki inserted a second finger, pumping them in and out of you slowly, his thumb applying more pressure to your clit. Your hips jerked up as your orgasm approached, Toshiaki moving his fingers inside of you more quickly. “Cum for me.” Your eyes clamped shut as your orgasm ripped through you, his fingers still sliding in and out of you as you regained your senses.

When your eyes finally opened, Toshiaki was kneeling in front of you, his damp hair falling into his eyes. The smirk on his lips clearly showing how proud he was of being able to get you off so quickly. “You’re pretty good at that.” you sighed. His smirk transformed into a smile as he slowly stood, leaning over you and pressing a kiss to your lips. Eager to return the favor, you slipped off the sofa, kneeling in front of his muscular frame. You could see his erection through his sweatpants; pulling them past his hips, he stepped out of them and kicked them to the side. Without prompting, you took him in your hand, licking from the base to the head, licking the precum that was already leaking from his tip. A moan escaped his lips as you slid his cock into your mouth, your head bobbing up and down his shaft. Glancing up, you saw his eyes fall closed, biting his lip as he got lost in your touch. “Fuck, that fells so good.” he murmured. He took a step back moments later, pulling himself from your mouth, his breathing heavy as he pulled you to your feet. Wrapping his arms around you, he pulled you in for another kiss, his hands settling on your ass as his erection pressed into your stomach.

“Can we take this to your room?” you asked. "Wherever you want.” he replied. The two of you stumbled down the hall, your bodies still tangled together, Toshiaki's lips refusing to leave your mouth. When you finally made it to his bedroom, Toshiaki laid you down on top of the soft duvet, crawling onto the bed, kneeling between your open legs. Chuckling at your eagerness, he took his cock in his hand, slowing rubbing his tip up and down your folds.

You whimpered impatiently, only making Toshiaki go slower, still rubbing your clit with his cock. “Shit, Toshi, stop teasing me. I need you.” you whined. You moaned as he lined himself up with your entrance, pressing slowly into you, giving you time to adjust to his size. He leaned forward, propping himself on his forearms, one on either side of your head. His plush lips pressed against yours as he slid fully inside you. You gasped when he started moving, his hips rocking into yours; pleasure coursing through your body as you moved together. "This feel good, baby?” he asked, his breath hot on your neck. "Fuck, yes.” you moaned, a familiar feeling building in your stomach, your hands twisting in the duvet.

As he continued his steady thrusts, he pressed a series of kisses to your lips; sighs of pleasure falling from your lips. Encouraged by your reaction, he laid all of his weight on you, burying his face in your neck as he rocked his hips harder; his pace increasing as he neared his own orgasm. The sound of heavy breathing surrounded you; reaching up you wrapped an arm around his shoulders, the other hand tangling in the hair at the nape of his neck. "I’m so close.” you murmured as you writhed under his strong frame, Toshiaki's thrusts getting sloppier as he approached orgasm. Moments later you threw your head back in ecstasy, arching your back as an orgasm overtook you. Not long after Toshiaki's brows furrowed, a soft moan slipping past his lips. His cock twitched inside of you; unable to stop the noise that rose in his throat as he spilled into you.

He collapsed on top you, his head coming to rest on your heaving chest. You brushed his hair back and out of his face, a sheen of sweat on his brow as you both came down from your highs. You laid like that for a while, your fingers tracing patterns on his skin, your fingers traveling over the defined muscles of his back. He rolled off of you slowly, propping himself up on one elbow, his face soft in the dim light. “That was fun.” he said breathlessly, his lips pulling up at the corner of his mouth. "It was.” you agreed, smiling over at him. You glanced out the window behind Toshiaki's head, the rain having slowed to a light drizzle. “The rain stopped.” you said, suddenly nervous; unsure of where your current situation would head from here.

Sensing your apprehension, Toshiaki jumped in, his arm snaking around your waist, his large hand grabbing your hip and pulling you closer. “The rain is only going to get worse again. I can make us dinner.” he offered, anxious for you response. "You can cook?” you question, your eyebrow raised. “You never mentioned you were so domestic.” He shook his head, “Well, by ‘make us dinner’ I guess I mean I have the numbers of a lot of take out places and I’d love for you to stay for a while longer.” he clarified. “I’d love to stay for dinner. Can I use your dryer for my clothes? So they’re ready when I have to go?” You asked. "Sure.” he answered. “But the weather report says it’s going to rain all night. If you dry them tonight, then leave, you’ll only have to dry them again at your place.” he said, his breath evening. “The only practical solution would be for you to spend the night.” he said hopefully. “Only if you want to.” he added quickly. "I’d like that.” You smiled. "Yeah?” he asked, his thumb rubbing circles on your hip. “Yeah.” you confirmed, reaching up and pulling him in for another kiss.

[skye-hudson]

wine 1&2 || dani +skye

ABOUT: Girl time with alcohol.

@dharpergirl

Skylar Hudson

She shown up to Dani’s door five minutes later as promised in her boxers and baggy tshirt.  She needed the wine.  She’d been hibernating too long and drinking alone just wasn’t cutting it anymore.  When the door opened, a lip sided smile quirked at pink lips as dark eyes met her friend’s.  “So this wine...”

Dani Harper

Dani hadn't put too much effort into what she was wearing-- she had been in the shower, so all she was wearing was crop top along with a pair of silky pajamas shorts. She hadn't seen much of Skye lately, so she was excited to have her company again after some time. She opened the door and grinned back at the brunette, already holding up a bottle of wine. "Oh, you mean this wine?" She teases and then grabs hold of Skye's arm to tug her inside. "It's been a while, you should stop doing that hibernation thing and come and see my face some more", she huffs as she keeps on tugging her towards the couch where she has already prepared two glasses.

Skylar Hudson

Skylar grinned and let the other woman lead her inside.  “That is definitely the wine I meant.”  She kicked off her flip flops as they walked.  Before Dani could pull her into the couch she was leaning in to steal a kiss from her, humming at the contact and nipping at her lower lip before pulling away to fall to the couch.  “Seeing your face isn’t the problem.” Her phone singing and she rolled those pretty dark eyes.  “It’s having time deal with assholes- like this”. She held up her phone.  “That keeps me in hibernation.”

Dani Harper

Dani welcomed the kiss and loved the teasing little tug on her lower lip that indicated that at least she wasn't unhappy to see her-- which was damn huge relief. She shook her head as they sat down and she uncorked the bottle of wine to pour the liquid into the glasses. "Yes, such evil. Must destroy", she teases and hand Skye her glass as she makes herself comfortable. "Let me guess, one comment in the chat room and people are already sliding into your DMs?"

Skylar Hudson

“It’s fucking ridiculous.”  She shook her head and accepted the glass of wine.  “Thank you.”  Taking a long sip she drew up her legs to sit with them crisscrossed.  “The new people are so fucking needy.  This is why I avoided that chat for eight whole months.  I’m bound to get myself into trouble with a Dom or snap at some unsuspecting innocent submissive.  Whatever.  I’m here now.  I swear aside from my family you’re my only real friend.”May 19, 2020

Dani Harper

She leans back against the couch, both of her feet tucked underneath her as she turns to face her friend, absentmindedly swirling the content inside the glass. "And as your only friend, I think it's my duty to take you out every now and then so you can meet some of the most amazing people", she points out. "Not all the people are bad here."

Skylar Hudson

The brunette rolled those pretty dark eyes.  “It’s definitely not your duty to make me go out- it’s a lost cause.”  Skye rose a brow after another long sip was taken. “I don’t like most people, no matter how amazing others think they are.”  She sighed and answered another text before setting her phone down.

Dani Harper

"You say lost cause like it's true, which it totally isn't", Dani insists and finally takes a sip from her wine. It wasn't hard to notice the other's phone going off every now and then. "Well, someone is definitely interested in getting to know you, it seems. So who's got your attention?" She teases.

Skylar Hudson

“it is true.”  She retorted without missing a beat.  Skye didn’t look amused by the phone even as it went off again.  He decided to let it sit for awhile.  “A few men seem to want my attention right now.  Both new. One who is looking for friends- which we know I’m so good at.”  The sarcasm was thick.  “And one Dominant with a death wish.”Message #wine-skye-dani

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Skylar Hudson

After saying goodbye to Mason, Skylar did exactly as she'd been told to do.  She was already dressed for the evening and as much as she hated wearing dresses, she looked gorgeous. So now all that was left was to touch herself.  Bending over the now clean counter, she slipped a hand between her thighs and brought herself to the very edge before pulling away.  Bringing her finger to her lips, she sucked it clean and headed out the door to Dani's. @DaJoPer [Sazzy]May 21, 2020

Dani Harper

Maybe things hadn't gone as expected last time Dani and Skye had met up for some catching up, but Dani wasn't one to hold a grudge. Things happened, and that's what second chances were for, so she was determined to make it good. The strap was already on underneath a pair of shorts and she was wearing a simple tank top along with that. The wine was ready, along with the glasses set up on the table when her fellow switch finally arrived. Dani eyed her as she opened the door and let a smile tug on her lips as she tugged her inside and greeted her with a kiss. "You look perfect in that dress", she purred, cupping her chin with her fingers gently. "Did you do as requested?"

Skylar Hudson

When the door opened dark eyes took in Dani’s attire with appreciation, it was simple and yet so attractive.  Skylar kisses the Switch back with a hum and then felt her cheeks flush a little at the mention of the dress. She’d worn combat boots with the dress in silent protest as the brat she was.  As her chin was taken she met Dani’s eyes.  “Yes, Miss.” That was maybe the first time she’d used a title right off the bat but she told her sister she was being good for Dani.  “No panties.   Touched myself right before coming here. No cumming.”

Dani Harper

Dani's eyes once again roamed over the girl to take in her look for the night. She truly looked stunning in that dress-- very desireable, and knowing that she had followed through with her request made her feel tingly. "Such a good girl", she praised with a final brush of her fingers over her chin before she let her go and walked over to the couch, leaning back as her eyes fell back onto Skye. "Now be a dear and pour us some of that wine and come and sit with me."

Skylar Hudson

Hearing Dani talk like that had her thighs clenching.  They were friends but when they played the way Dani spoke to her just turned her on.  Skylar was quick to obey and headed for the wine.  “How was your day?”  She corked the wine and began pouring them both a glass.  Sitting down beside her, she offered the other woman her glass.

Dani Harper

A smile played on her lips as the other obeyed and poured them their wine. She watched her every movement and resisted the urge to reach out and touch her. They had time. Right now, she wanted to catch up and enjoy the wine until the finish. "I went to the beach. Other than that, it's been pretty uneventful. What about you? How was dinner?"

Skylar Hudson

Skylar shrugged some.  “I woke up at my sister’s which was nice and fucked up all at once.  Got some good work done.  And then had Mason come make me dinner and meal prep for me for the week.  It was nice.  He’s pretty and pleasant and obedient.”  She sipped at her wine, her body aching to be touched.  “How was the beach?”  She’d never been much of a beach person but it had its charm.

Dani Harper

"Sounds like one of us had an eventful day at least. You know how I am. I get too restless, so a day at the beach gets me... antsy. 'Cause i need more than that to fullfill my day", she huffs and takes a sip from her wine, her eyes locked on the fellow Switch. "It was nice though. Got to work on my tan."

Skylar Hudson

"Most of my days since emerging from isolation have been regretfully eventful."  She rolled her eyes a little and took a long sip of wine.  Giving Dani a once over she gave a little nod.  "The sun does wonders for your skin.  You tan well.  I tend to burn."May 24, 2020

Dani Harper

Dani raises her browss as the other is checking her out, and she's pretty sure it's not just to check out her skin. Not that she mind it or can complain about it. She chuckles and takes another long sip from her glass before she puts it back onto the table. "Well, that's why they invented sun screen. You should come with me some time-- I'll even make sure to personally rub it all over you. So you won't get burned."

Skylar Hudson

"Now with an offer like that, how can I refuse?"  A long sip of wine was taken as she relaxed some into the pillows.  "But you're not a beach person."  The brunette smirked some.  There was always that underlying brattiness , there was always a new way for her to tease.