#the way light hits in this game is *chefs kiss*

[eurodyne-d]

[muniimyg]

𐙚₊˚⊹ bbydaddy!jungkook (29)⋆𐙚₊˚⊹

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“surpise!” 

the burst of familiar voices around you fills the space as jungkook gently pulls his hands away from your eyes.

the world comes into focus, and you’re met with a room full of smiling faces, balloons, and twinkling lights decorating the penthouse. 

your heart races as you take it all in—your parents and jungkook’s on the side with zion and zia in their arms, the guys with their playful grins, and even nam joon, who stands with a friendly nod.

“what’s all this?” you gasp, your voice a mix of disbelief and delight.

jungkook steps beside you, his eyes shining with excitement. 

“happy birthday, honey!” he grabs your hands, squeezing them as he beams down at you. “i wanted to do something special. we’ve got food, games, and your favorite cake… well, zion’s.” 

you can’t help but laugh, feeling overwhelmed by the love in the room. 

“this… this is—wow—thank you, honey. i love it. i love you,” you say, cupping his face with your hands. you tiptoe and kiss him softly. as you pull away, you smile. “honey, i can’t believe you did all this! i thought we were just having a quiet dinner.”

“quiet is overrated,” he teases, guiding you further into the room. “besides, you deserve to be celebrated. you know what this date means to us… to me.”

you can’t help but look at him with a soft smile.

it’s the way he always knows just what to say to make you feel seen and cherished. his words and actions fill you with warmth. it’s moments like these where you’re reminded that you truly chose the right person to love. 

jungkook’s sincerity is so raw and so real. 

this day, this celebration—it’s not just about the party or the cake, but about the life you’ve built together. 

it’s a celebration of the family you’ve become. 

together. 

as he catches your gaze, the quiet tenderness in his eyes speaks volumes, and in that moment, everything else fades. 

“don’t—” he starts, “we can cry about this later together. right now, enjoy the party.”

you muster a smile and nod at him. 

as you take a few steps forward, the sound of zia’s laughter catches your ear. you turn to see her in your mother’s arms, giggling with delight at the colorful decorations. you greet your parents warmly, receiving a kiss on your cheek from both of them.

“zion!” you call out, spotting your little boy running toward you, his face lighting up with joy. “you look so cute, my love! look at your little bow tie—”

zion rushes to you, wrapping his tiny arms around your legs. 

“happy birthday, mommy! am i handsome like daddy?” he blushes, looking up at you with innocent pride.

you look at jungkook, eyes wide and filled with admiration. then, you look back at zion with the same expression. kneeling down, you fix zion’s bow tie before attacking him with kisses. 

“yes, my love,” you tell zion. “so handsome. just like daddy.”

jungkook stands behind you, watching the scene with a fond smile.

“handsome like his daddy? maybe our father-son relationship has hope after all.” 

you hit his stomach with the back of your hand as you get up. he chuckles and ruffles zion’s hair, urging him to go to his grandpa. 

as you straighten up, you take a moment to gaze around the room, your heart swelling with gratitude. 

the penthouse is filled with the soft scent of flowers. their vibrant colors scattered across the space—roses, peonies, and hydrangeas in sleek vases add life to every corner. not to mention the birthday decorations are thoughtfully placed: silver streamers drape across the ceiling, and a "happy birthday" banner hangs delicately over the living room. a champagne tower sits elegantly on one side, glistening glasses stacked high, ready to be poured.

a few catering staff move quietly through the space, offering appetizers on silver trays, their soft footsteps blending into the background. the open kitchen reveals the omakase chef, expertly preparing food with graceful precision. jimin, taehyung, and hobi are sitting patiently on the other side of the kitchen island for the chef to get started. yoongi and his girlfriend are on the sidelines, watching and whispering in each others ear. meanwhile, jin and nam joon are talking to one another. 

everything is perfect. 

the warm, inviting ambiance makes the penthouse feel like the perfect mix of cozy luxury—everything perfectly curated yet relaxed, just like the man behind it all.

“honey, you’ve outdone yourself,” you say to jungkook, feeling giddy with appreciation. “the place is stunning. this is all so amazing. did you hire a party planner?”

he shakes his head and winces at you. 

“have you no faith in your visual director in advertisement husband?” jungkook scolds you. “god, it’s like i have to teach you a lesson or something—oh. hey, nam joon.”

just then, nam joon approaches, a slight smile on his face. 

“hey,” he acknowledges jungkook.

“thanks for coming,” jungkook offers him a lazy smile. 

“wouldn’t miss it for the world.”

“you could though,” jungkook tightens his lips. “party would’ve been fine with or without you.” 

you hiss at him. 

nam joon laughs, taking jungkook’s tone lightly. soon, jungkook breaks character and laughs along. he then kisses your cheek and excuses himself so you and nam joon could talk. as jungkook joins the crowd, you open your arms and give nam joon a friendly hug. 

“thanks for coming! i know the firm can get busy this time of year—”

“would be much more manageable if you signed for partner,” he remarks casually, causing your expression to shift slightly. 

“timing was off,” you breathe. “you know that.”

“i know it,” he nods. “are you thinking of starting your own firm?” 

you shake your head, followed by a small smile. “no... jungkook has been talking about starting his own company and i feel like that will be a better focus for us... don't get me wrong; i love being a lawyer... but things got intense and mentally so draining so fast. it took a lot from me… from my family. truth be told, i miss it… all of it. court, the cases, the people—but i’m also a little afraid. i don’t want to drown in my work life like that again. so… i guess i’m mustering up the courage… and zia is almost one! i can’t… not be here for these kinds of things.” 

nam joon understands you.

he looks at you softly, respecting everything you said. out of everyone, he probably knows you the best when it comes to your career. you have worked extremely hard to be where you are now… he doesn’t want to see it go to waste. 

which is why he makes a pitch. 

“would you ever be interested in teaching law?” 

you blink. 

“i have connections to most of the law schools around here… i heard there were a few openings too. i can refer you. if you hate it or if you ever decide you’re ready to come back… come back and accept the partner position. our firm will wait for you… i will wait for you. in return, don’t stop doing what you love but don’t let it kill you either. you have fought enough and earned your place, ___. you're a good lawyer too. it wouldn't be right for me to stand here and you go.”

“oh my god. y-yes. nam joon—”

“alright. consider this a birthday gift.” he smiles, before patting you on the back. then, he takes out his phone and begins to type. “i’ll email a few of my connections right now just so it’s like a real present. happy birthday, ___.”

before you can even thank him, he turns and gets on call with someone.

you sigh.

but you smile.

you're thankful.

with the party in full swing, you weave through the crowd, hugging friends and family, sharing laughter and stories. you take everything in, feeling the warmth of their love. this is where you belong. this is where you are loved.

as the room fills with a soft hum of conversation and laughter, jungkook's arms slip around you, holding you close as you both sway together, grounding you in the comfort of his presence.

"ready to cut the cake?" he murmurs, his voice gentle, but that familiar spark in his eyes still present.

you nod eagerly, feeling a rush of joy from the gathering, from the laughter of your closest friends and family. jungkook then raises his voice to call everyone over. soon, the room fills with smiling faces, and zion giggles as he darts toward you, small arms outstretched. you bend down to scoop him up, his little hands curling around your neck as he snuggles close.

jungkook joins you at your side, holding zia in his embrace, her tiny hands reaching for you as she giggles.

just as everyone is about to sing happy birthday, jungkook clears his throat, drawing everyone's attention.

“before we sing and cut the cake,” he begins, his eyes never leaving yours, “i just wanted to say a few words.”

a hush falls over the crowd, and jungkook smiles, taking a deep breath, his gaze filled with something that makes your heart race.

“thank you all for coming. i know keeping this a secret from ___ wasn’t easy since she’s nosy—”

“hey!” you frown, playfully smacking his arm.

“but we love her,” jungkook pauses, glancing at you with a teasing smile.

the crowd laughs with you.

“... and with that being said, honey, i’m so glad i have the privilege of being your husband. from the life we’ve built together, our children, our home—to our friends and families—you have made every aspect of my life happier, brighter, and fuller. even in our most difficult moments, i have never doubted that you are the one for me. i have chosen you every day, and will spend the rest of my life doing so… and you know? i used to be afraid of time. not having enough of it to spend with you and our children… but not so much anymore. every day, you hold my hand, make me laugh, and kiss me—giving meaning to our forever. so, here… right now, i want to say this to you: our time is forever. ___, if it takes bending every rule, making new ones, or breaking every piece of time itself—for me to be the one you love in every lifetime—then i’d do it.”

his voice is strong, clear, yet filled with a gentleness that brings a lump to your throat. “i have seen the way you love and i have felt it every day in every possible way. i feel it in our success and in our losses. god, am i ever so blessed to feel it. ___, i love you, always. you are my divine. my everlasting love. my heart in every lifetime... and i—truly, madly, deeply—i am yours forever.”

the world falls away, leaving only jungkook’s words hanging in the air.

they’re rich with love and promise. you feel zion’s small weight in your arms, his head resting against your shoulder, a gentle reminder of everything you and jungkook have created together.

your eyes blur as the room and faces around you seem to melt into a soft haze. there’s only jungkook’s gaze—kind, loving, forever.

a shaky breath escapes your lips as you look at him, your heart swelling with a love so deep it feels almost impossible to contain.

zion shifts in your arms, sensing the emotion in the room. his little fingers reach up to pat your cheek, grounding you. you press a kiss to the top of his head, gathering yourself, your voice catching as you try to find the words to answer jungkook’s confession.

you give a small, breathless laugh, holding zion closer as you look at the man who is both your beginning and your forever.

“jungkook,” you manage, your voice thick, barely more than a whisper. “how do i even… how do i follow that?”

the room chuckles softly, a few sniffles heard from the crowd, but you barely notice as you take a step closer to jungkook. his gaze pulls you in, that warmth surrounding you.

“i’ll start off by saying… everyone knows jungkook’s guilty pleasure is twilight, right?”

a few gasps are heard, and jungkook’s eyes widen in mock horror.

“honey—”

“so i’ll say this: for every second, every memory, every joy, and every heartache… i choose you too… because, honey, no measure of time with you will ever be long enough, but we’ll start with forever.”

jungkook chuckles, a deep blush spreading across his cheeks. it’s a mix of embarrassment and unmistakable affection lighting up his face. even though he’s trying to fight it, you can see that your words have touched him, and it makes you smile.

your voice wavers, and you pause, catching his gaze one last time. “and i believe in that forever of ours—more than i ever believed in anything.”

as the last words leave your lips, you see the pink flush deepen across jungkook’s cheeks. the surprise in his eyes melts into that soft, adoring smile—the one reserved just for you. the room is silent for a beat, as if everyone is letting the moment settle in, before they break into applause, a few playful whistles cutting through the warm atmosphere.

then hobi calls out, “light your candles and blow them out! zion’s drooling already!”

laughter erupts, and you find yourself laughing too, the joy of the moment infectious.

holding zion close, you turn to the cake, the soft glow of the candles flickering across your face. jungkook lights them for you, and for a brief second, you close your eyes, making a wish. the room hums as everyone sings you happy birthday.

with a gentle breath, you blow out the candles, and the room erupts into cheers and applause. voices ring with love and laughter. zion giggles in your arms, clapping his small hands in excitement, his face beaming with pride as he looks up at you. you kiss his cheek, smiling through your own laughter.

jungkook leans over, slipping his arm around your waist, and presses a tender kiss to your temple.

“what’d you wish for, mama?” he asks softly, his voice low and full of warmth.

“oh… you know,” you sigh, leaning into his embrace. “forever.”

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Three, Two, One: Part 2 of 3

Okay! This is ANGST. As soon as I saw the initial concept suggested by @terarria-sunflower I thought it was the most beautiful, playful, wonderful thing - and honestly, who wouldn't want to give the blonde chef a wee little smooch? HOWEVER, as soon as I wrote the first part, my mind immediately went to how that would look over time.

Word Count: 2,523

Warnings: Nicotine withdrawal, reassurance, angst, romance, sorrow.

Part 1 here, Masterlist here, Prompt here. "I Found" as the song accompaniment.

Over the next few days, the amount of public affection above decks between the two of you were demonstrated freely and recklessly. The egg-shaped timer was becoming a trigger for the rest of the crew to groan in disapproval, secretly relishing in the fact that Sanji no longer tainted the vessel with the thick smell of tobacco infused cigarette smoke clinging stalely to every crook and crevasse; while absolutely disgusted by the amount of overzealous intimacy was engaged between you.

Things were admittedly beginning to get out of hand. Hands, specifically Sanji’s, shamelessly roaming your body; pulling down the shoulder straps of your blouses to press feverish and hungry kisses against your collarbone and neck. Hands that grasped your waist and raked slowly and deliberately over your back and down towards your ass. Hands that began to toy at the hems of your skirts and pants to bring more flesh of your hips into light and expose your stomach for him to draw his fingertips towards more of your body; all to halt at the vibration and movement of the egg-shaped timer.

Groans and whimpers of dissatisfaction would flee from his lips as his time was complete with ravishing your body with his lips and tongue. His eyes were always completely blown with lust for more, but always staying true to the conditions you laid for engaging in intimacy. He would always halt his movements, raising his hands defensively while scrunching his eyes shut tightly as you let out a playful giggle at his actions. He couldn’t get enough of you, and you felt completely the same.

Nami was the first to suggest the two of you either save it for the kitchen, or join together in one another’s cabins to save the image of the two of you working to bring Sanji’s regular hit of endorphins and adrenaline from branding its image within the minds of the full crew. This led to Sanji, instead of presenting you with the egg timer and bouncing on the balls of his feet with giddy anticipation, to clasp his fingers around your wrist as he guided you to the nearest private area to engage in osculating with his lips firmly attached to you.

As his routine was meticulously catalogued within your journal, you did not live in fear of a pounce from the blonde chef out of the regular cycle of him asking for his hit at all hours. You noticed his movements were beginning to get hungrier and more desperate for the release of endorphins; his hands and body quivering lightly in anticipation and remaining that way after the duration was complete.

On the fourth day of you engaging in this game together; you noticed his body begin to shake more feverishly, his attitude no longer carefree but eclipsed by anxiety and restlessness. That was the first time you saw him unconsciously reach for his tobacco pouch and began to roll a cigarette out of his regular routine, halting as soon as his eyes fell over your body.

As soon as he found his fingertips grazing the pouch, he rose to his feet and set to briskly stride over towards you as you faced away from him. He snaked his arms around your waist and buried his head into your shoulder from behind; you raising your arms instinctively and stiffening under the shock of the firm embrace.

“Are you okay, Sanji?” you asked him quietly, prompting him to hold you further into himself and for you to tangibly feel how anxious his body was becoming.

The Going Merry had just successfully docked against the peer of a town to resupply a variety of items, including groceries on the vast list. Upon feeling how tightly Sanji clung to you and a small whimper falling from his lips; you immediately sought out the gaze of the navigator of your group.

“Nami,” you called to her, “we’re going to hang back here for a bit. Would you mind seeing to the groceries? I’ve written down the different items, please,” your eyes became wide and panicked, “I think we need a bit of time to ourselves here.”

Nami walked her way over to you, glancing towards the hidden face of the blonde chef and then falling her eyes back to you; an outstretched hand and a similar panicked expression falling over appearance.

“Withdrawals,” you mouthed to her, no audible vocalisation fleeing from your lips to alert the carefree Straw-Hat pirates about the chef’s current predicament.

“I think I can manage to convince Luffy to keep us docked for a few more days,” Nami uttered lowly, “could see about getting a suite at an inn.”

You nodded in affirmation of the thought and gestured down to the satchel with your logbook and coin purse attached to it, reaching to unclasp it from your shoulder. You realised that Sanji’s grip was too strong on your shoulder to remove the bag from your body completely.

“Sweetheart,” you turned your face towards him, keeping your tone as low and calm as you could, “if you could relinquish your hold for just a moment?”

Sanji’s hands shakily removed themselves from your waist, but remained his forehead attached to your shoulder. You quickly removed your satchel and held it out for Nami to take from your outstretched hand.

“Expense is a non-issue for groceries or board,” you nodded to her, “if you could do your best with as much of my berry as you need, we would really appreciate it.”

“I’ll do what I can,” Nami nodded, glancing over to Sanji as his teeth began to chatter together with concern before hardening her resolve.

Sanji again laced his arms around your waist, his hands spread with his fingers clutching to your skin as if you would disappear in a gust of wind to fall your body away from him. You brought your hands to rest atop his forearms, soothing over the bare skin that began to glisten with a cold sweat.

“Sanji,” you whispered to him, prompting a small whisp of a whimper to escape from his lips in response, “honey, can you get to the ship’s bathing quarters? We need to set to regulating your temperature.”

He stifled in a gasp at the suggestion, before you felt him nod into your shoulder; his warm breath tickling at your neck.

You took him by the hands and began to lead him below the deck towards the bathing quarters. As soon as you shut the door behind you, you immediately fled to the bath and began drawing the last reserves of fresh water currently available to fill the isolated porcelain tub for the blonde chef.

Sanji leant is back against the wood of the wall, hands shaking as his eyes closed tightly shut to fight the fever overtaking him.

“Sanji, sweetheart,” you cooed at him, prompting his eyes to meet with yours immediately, “I’ve drawn you a bath. Would you like me to leave while I-.”

“I-I didn’t think it’d be-,” he gasped out, his forearms being clutched within his hands, “-I can’t-,” His words halted within his throat as he squeezed his eyes shut again and found the words forming behind his lips, “-I need help.”

“I know,” you soothed him with your voice, reaching your arms out towards him in comfort, “I’m here to help you.”

“Thank you,” he whispered, reaching his arms towards you as you began aiding him in removing his clothes to prepare himself. You unclasped the buttons on his wrists, followed by loosening his black necktie and unbuttoning his shirt down to its place on his stomach. You reached for his belt and began to unbuckle it; the metallic hilt falling away from the leather strap with ease. You halted your next step, removing yourself from his body completely and stepping away.

“Sanji, I’m going to turn around now, okay?” you informed him; “you’re going to finish getting yourself undressed and hop into the water-.”

“-Please don’t leave,” his voice hoarsely commanded you, the last syllable halted by a small desperate sob, “please don’t leave me alone.”

“I’m not going anywhere,” you informed him soothingly, continuing to hold your gaze firmly on the wall in front of you, “and as much as I want to see you undressed, I refuse to do so in your current state; completely vulnerable and suffering with this,” you narrowed your eyes at the wall, “I’ll stay with you, and once you’re in the waters and covered by the cloudy liquid I’ve made with aromatics, I’ll turn back around and help you.”

Sanji released a breathy and shaken sigh through his lips before again uttering, “thank you,” in a small hushed whisper. You heard his clothes pool at the floor, his steps harsh against the bathroom floor as he began his decent into the water with an ungraceful thud; water splashing up the sides of the rim and fall onto the floor.

“I’m going to turn back around, alright?” you declared, but remained stationary until you heard him confirm he was ready to receive your help.

“Okay,” he sighed. You turned your body around to view him. His brows were furrowed, his teeth were chattering and his head was the only visible item above the shroud of the herbal waters eclipsing him.

“Oh, sweetheart,” you sighed in response, your brows downturned as you witnessed his distress, “I’m so sorry. I never meant for it to turn out this way-.”

“-I don’t blame you,” he snapped through clenched teeth, gritting them for every syllable, “this is my fault. It shouldn’t have gotten this out of hand.”

You instinctively reached your hand out for him, halting your action to not offer unwarranted touch in his state of complete vulnerability. You sighed and turned back around, sinking to sit on the floor with your back placed up against the wall of the raised porcelain tub. You drew your knees up towards your body and placed your elbows atop them, bending your right arm back to bring your chin to your wrist as you laced your left hand into your hair.

“I-,” you began, halting your words as a small pause fell over your chest, “-I am so sorry, Sanji.” Your eyes began to pool with a small glisten of tears as empathy struck you like an arrow to the heart at your crewman’s suffering.

“I didn’t think it was going to be like this,” you uttered quickly, a hiccup gathering at the intensity of your words, “I only ever wanted to just be playful with you. Just a game, I didn’t think you’d suffer like this-.”

“-Just a game?” he sighed out in a small whisper, one you nearly missed falling from his lips. His teeth chattered as his eyes snapped open; anxiety and desperation falling from his tone as he rose his torso up out of the water.

You released your hair from within your grasp and turned in your seated position to look up at him, flittering your gaze between his eyes.

“Is that all this is?” he asked you, his voice elevating and booming over you, “is that all I am to you? Something only here to entertain you?”

Your jaw began to quiver at the thought, your eyes widening in shock and sorrow, “Sanji, I-.”

“-I’m sorry,” he cut you off, his eyes attempting to soften while remaining in his manic state, “I-I think it’s just the nicotine leaving my system. I didn’t mean to raise my voice at you. I didn’t think before-.”

“-Sanji, I love you,” you proclaimed, cutting his sentence short and rising to kneel beside the tub to bring your torso to rest flush against the porcelain, “I just want you to know that.”

You held the wall of the bathtub, feeling the warm steam rising from the hot water while the sides top frame remained cool to the touch. Sanji’s eyes widened in shock, floating his gaze between your two orbs as you brought yourself up towards him.

“I loved you from the moment I first flustered you. Your smile, Sanji,” you giggled forlornly, taking your bottom lip between your teeth before promptly releasing it, “from the first pink blush I saw rise to your cheeks, I loved you.”

His lips parted as his jaw fell slack, his eyes beginning to glaze over with the mist of emotion falling to them. He urged his body closer to yours and falling his hands to rest beside your own at the edge of the bathtub.

“Why would I want to start this little game with anyone else?” you questioned him, arching your brow playfully with a small teeter of a bittersweet giggle followed by a small sniffle. Sanji placed his right hand over your left, warm from the bath as the water began to drip and fall down your forearm.

“You were never just a game to me, Sanji,” you nodded, falling your face away to gaze down at the checkered blue and white linoleum tiled floor, “it may have started that way, but I admit that I care so deeply for you-.”

“-I love you,” he confessed, reaching his left hand towards your chin to rise your eyes back to gaze at him, “I just want you to know that.”

You looked between his eyes and triangulated back to rest on his lips before returning your gaze back upwards to him. Hearing your words echoed back to you, falling from the lips of the man you adored was the most beautiful thing you had ever heard, your heart immediately swooning at his words.

His expression was full of adoration, but remaining manic and anxious behind his eyes. His brow was littered with sweat from the heat of the bathwater, and also the release of the chemicals falling from his body.

“Let me help you overcome this, Sanji,” you whispered, “let me take care of you and once you’re well again, I’ll show you how much I truly, deeply, love you.”

A small whimper fell from his lips as he relinquished his hold on your chin with a nod, turning back to fall back within the waters and resubmerge his torso.

 “Once I get through this,” he chuckled darkly, shutting his eyes and sighing as the bath aided him in regulating his temperature, “I’m going to destroy that bloody egg-timer.”

“Oh?” you asked him with a smile, quirking your brows up in question, “and why would you do a thing like that?”

“So when I take you into my arms to completely ravish you, worship you with my body,” he looked at you through the corner of his eyes, “I get to determine exactly how long I need to feel you against me.”

The fire within your chest began to rise upwards to blood your cheeks with its warm tint, a pit beginning to form in your lower abdomen; fluttering in anticipation and pool with desire at his suggestive expression.

“For now,” he shut his eyes with a small playful smirk, “you can set the timer and count down until that moment. Give us something to both look forward to, hm?"

Part 3 (smut)

[amica-aenigmata-naboo]

Genius

Matthew de Clermont x Y/N - drabble - 607 WC

Masterlist

Warnings: fluff, poetry, slightly steamy, Matthew being sexy, soft boi hours, this bitch worships the ground you walk on, L bomb

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“Abashed the Devil stood and felt how awful goodness is…” Matthew read from the chair in the corner of your bedroom.

“John Milton.” you responded, lying on the bed as you scrolled through your phone. 

“Love is a sacrament that should be taken kneeling…” he said, gazing at you.

“Oscar Wilde.” you said almost immediately. You never understood why he tried to win this little game with you; he never has before.

“Theirs not to reason why, theirs but to do and die. Into the valley of Death rode the six hundred.”

“Lord Alfred Tennyson, “The Charge of the Light Brigade”, written in 1854, based on the Battle of Balaclava.” you said with a smirk, sitting up on your elbows to see him fully.

“Love opened a mortal wound. In agony, I worked the blade to make it deeper. Please, I begged, let death come quick…” he said, closing his book to meet your gaze. 

“Wild, distracted, sick. I counted all the ways love hurt me. One life, I thought - a thousand deaths…” you cut him off.

“Blow after blow, my heart couldn’t survive this beating. Then - how can I explain it? I came to my senses. I said…” he said as he moved to the bed, crawling his way up your body till his nose nudged yours. You sucked in a breath.

“”Why do I suffer? What lover ever had so much pleasure?” you whispered against his lips.

His eyes searched your face for something unknown. He heard your heart speed up; it would never cease to amuse him that he still had this effect on you, after all this time. He placed a delicate peck on your lips.

Your lips followed his as he pulled away. You hooked your finger under his chin, pulling him back to your lips. You devoured his lips, craving his touch always.

Matthew kissed you fervently before pulling back momentarily. He looked down at you with expectant eyes.

You tried to capture his lips once more but he moved back when you leaned up. “What?” you said, a slight bit of worry in your voice.

“Who wrote it?” he asked.

“Seriously?” you said, annoyed he was depriving you of his sweet, sweet kiss. 

Matthew chuckled, nodding his head.

You sighed, “Sor Juana Ines de la Cruz, a Seventeenth Century Mexican nun.” you said quickly, pulling him back to you for a kiss.

He kissed you before pulling back slightly, pecking your lips randomly “I have never met a creature so incredibly intelligent, you are a wonder my darling.” Matthew whispered onto your lips.

You smiled up at him sweetly, your cheeks turning pink slightly. “I’m a daemon,” you shrugged before tugging him as close as possible, “Flattery gets you everywhere…” you mumbled, tugging at the bottom of his shirt. Matthew obliged your silent request, yanking his shirt off. He kissed down your neck, sucking hickies into you every once and a while. He pulled the shoulders of your dress down, exposing your chest to him. His lips ghosted over your skin making you shudder slightly. 

“Always so good for me…” he whispered, looking you up and down before pulling the rest of your dress, he hooked his hands into the supple flesh of your hips, pulling your underwear off with the dress. 

You whined at the cool air hitting your skin. Matthew kissed up your thigh, his fangs grazing your skin every once in a while. “I love you…” he mumbled before attaching his lips to your core. Your back arched - this was the beginning to a very long, absolutely sinful night. You felt yourself giving in to him anyways.

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Naboo's Note:

On a Discovery of Witches binge - this is the result. This mf is just so *chefs kiss* Anyways I hope everyone is doing good! :D

[brucewaynehater101]

All of this is just so. Chefs kiss. I do have another layer of angst and a layer of comedy. After all, the angst stops hitting as hard if you don't have something light hearted to compare it to. After all, how can you know what darkness is if you have never seen light?

I said at the start that Tim gives discounts for secrets. He always seems to be able to tell when people lie and those that do tell him lies well. Bad things happen to them. Nothing can be directly traced back to Jane Doe, but everyone knows. Of course this does lead to some rouges and GCPD pigs trying to intimidate Jane into telling them what she knows. Everytime, Jane offers to play a game with them. 5 rounds, whoever does the rounds gets to ask the questions and no one else but others can listen. Should the challenger win a round, they get to ask one question and Jane promises to answer truthfully. If they win two, he will answer two and so on. They only get a 30 second break between each round and the Playlist is set to shuffle.

Tim lays out these rules and once the person agrees, thinking it's either a fight or sex, only then does Tim reveal they will be playing Dance Dance Revolution that Tim "upgraded" so it has the four diagonal pads too instead of the usual just 4 pads. He sets it to max difficulty for Rouges, second highest for everyone else. The most anyone has ever gotten is when Harley managed to ask Jane to questions.

Of course there are rules about the questions, like you can't ask Jane for any of their own personal details, and if Jane doesn't know the answer to a question you get one do over question. Joker has never threatened to hurt Jane over the way they sell secrets back with DDR because he thinks it's the funniest possible way to humiliate people who demand answers. Sometimes he has his henchmen challenge Jane knowing they'll lose just to laugh at them as they fail.

But on the flip side. Do you think any of the Rouges, before they knew Jane was Robin ever hired Jane? Tim would *hate* it but... those he goes on dates with are often very loose lipped about things and one time he got paid to just hang off a drug dealer's arm all night and look pretty while the guy drank. The guy was a *very* talkative drunk and after he passed out Tim was able to look through his shit with the potential excuse of "im just looking for the bathroom sweetheart~" of course none of the Rouges would ever hire Jane if they knew how old he was but Tim doesn't advertise that. Especially if he's been on the street for a few years at that point and has a reputation. He has to be at least 20, right? Right? Plus the mask and the fact it has a filter to obscure his voice he's just... there was no way for them to know, right? They can justify it to themselves all they want but if a Rouge did, they would definitely feel Really Gross.

Yeah! You've got to have some light-hearted or happy moments to really drive in that angst.

For Jane's age, it definitely depends on the Rogue and their characterization. Correct me if I'm wrong, but I'm pretty sure Black Mask was a bit creepy to Steph when he was torturing here. So, whether or not they would feel gross/horrified depends on who it was.

I can see how they wouldn't have known (especially if Jane refused to answer questions about themself including age).

As far as the Dance Dance Revolution? That's a brilliant idea. I wonder if he's ever practiced that with YJ or Dick. I could definitely see then doing that. It would be a cute bonding activity (until they learn he used it as a form of protection).

[tinyundercover]

How about a lil fearplay scenario to pass the time on your drive?

A tiny (T) dares their giant (G) to try and scare them.

T has known G for years, and they doubt anything G does will frighten them anymore, but what the hell, it’s all just a dare, right?  G starts out casually mentioning how small T is, how easily they can grab them, teasing them verbally.  “You sure you aren’t scared of me?”  

They inch closer, their building-sized form looming over T causing nothing but their silhouette to be visible as they block out the light above.  T stubbornly shakes their head and pretends to ignore G, turning away from what they have to admit — if only to themself — is a rather unnerving display.  G picks them up and T just scoffs as the light returns G’s face to visibility.  Just like they thought, nothing’s going to get to them.

Suddenly, the ground disappears from beneath T as G holds them by the back of their shirt, dangling them dangerously over a long fall.  “Scared yet?  I could let you go.”  T’s eyes briefly flicker with fear at the malice seeping into G’s voice, but they mask it quickly.  “Eh, I know you wouldn’t,” they quip.  T’s world is immediately thrown upside down as G twirls them over their fingers, now gripping them by an ankle.  The drop, and the exact spot they’d hit the ground on the way down, is in full display.  “How about now?”  T rolls their eyes, but they’re afraid that if they say something, their voice will crack in fright.

G doesn’t realize that T is already starting to lose their cool, and decides to kick things up a notch.  G drops them.  They easily catch T before they hit the ground, and smirk at their wide-eyed expression.  “You know I wouldn’t drop you, hmm?  You were this close to going splat.”

T pales, but before they can say anything, G pulls them into a fist, squeezing them just enough that things start getting uncomfortable.  T’s arms are pinned tightly against their sides, their legs are pressed down into G’s palm so T can’t move an inch.  G’s fingers drift up to T’s head, closing in on their face and neck.  G grins; they’ve never been this rough with T before, and it’s kinda fun.  They can feel all the little bones beneath T’s skin, their throat bouncing beneath the pad of their finger with an anxious gulp.  

Suddenly, T bursts into tears.  “Ok, ok, you win!  Please!  S- Stop!  Don’t-!”  G backs off them in an instant, releasing T from their grip and lowering them gently to the ground.  What have they done?!  T asked them to be scary; G didn’t think they could actually make T afraid of them!  Panic bubbles through G.  

“I- It was just a game!  You know that… right?”  T stumbles out of G’s hand in a daze and backs away.  G holds their breath.  Did they hurt T?  Have they proven themselves untrustworthy now?  They hear a quick exhale and think T is about to start bawling, but then the little exhales grow into a chuckle.  T laughs, wiping tears from their eyes.  “Wow!  That was crazy!  I thought I saw my life flash before my eyes for a second there!”

Turns out, T is a big fear adrenaline junkie.  They love watching horror films for fun and walking through terrifying actor-filled haunted attractions, just to feel that fearful adrenaline rush.  Their little bet with G is actually a good cleanse to the system.  They explain all of this to G lightheartedly, much to G’s relief.  G scoops T up and smothers them with affection, happy that they haven’t betrayed T’s trust.  T protests as they’re snuggled against G’s cheek, but they secretly do love it.  Even more than being frightened, they adore being loved.

I’m melting this is so good

I LOVEEEEE consensual fearplay like YESSSS such a beautiful display of trust !!!!! when BOTH the giant and the tiny doubt themselves it’s just *chefs kiss*

[ladylooch]

Heaven with a Devil - [Lio X Savannah]

A/N: Sometimes it can be really hard to go back to early points in relationships after they have been started. Not with these two. Back in my fuck boi Lio era. I love this so much. The pull of each other. The way Lio is rewriting his rules for her this entire night. The way he can't help himself at the end tho. CHEF'S KISS!!!! Enjoy babes 😘

Originally from this request, which is so late that I'm not even gonna mention it if you don't Nonnie.. love you!

Word Count: 5.1k

Lio watches the fat, square ice cube in his old fashion melt further into it’s self. He’s been nursing it for a little too long. It is more water than liquor now and he should probably push it away to head back to his hotel. But he waits all year for this drink in Dallas and he wants another one even though he has a game tomorrow. Maybe a better man would use that as an excuse for an early night, but not Lio. He doesn’t care what his dad says, being a little hungover at morning skate helps him play better. 

With that in mind, he downs the light brown liquid, then pushes the empty glass to the edge of the table.

Lio isn’t usually one to dine alone and he wasn’t supposed to tonight. But his teammate, Jasper, had to head back to the hotel to take an emergency call from his wife. Something about a water heater in the basement. Lio is thankful he has no wife or water heater back in Jersey to worry about. Nothing back home to distract him out on the road. It’s only business for him.

As if to call his bluff, the door swings open and inside walks Savannah Miller, the girl he’s been spending time with on his days and nights off. He watches as she tentatively crosses her arms, scanning the restaurant to gauge if she’s going to get an open spot or not. The hostess, who looks stressed as hell, is frantically explaining to a couple in front of the podium. Savannah’s eyes widen and then she bites her lip, looking back over the patrons. Lio looks too, realizing there probably isn’t a place for her, even at the bar. 

His hand raises involuntarily into the air, catching her gorgeous blue eyes. When she sees him, her face lights up. She steps around the couple who are now arguing with the hostess. As she approaches, Lio stands. 

“Hi.” She grins. “Funny you’re here.”

“Are you stalking me?” He asks curiously, tilting his head with amusement.

“No?”

“So you just happen to show up at the one place in Dallas I have to visit when we are here?”

“I figure if it’s good enough for your snobby ass I would probably like it.” Lio shouldn’t laugh at that, but he can’t help it. It’s funny. He is snobby and she has no problem calling that out in him. She drops her purse off her shoulder and reaches for the chair across from him that Jasper vacated.

“I got it.” He puts a hand on her wrist, then pulls the chair out for her.

“Thanks, Lee.” She murmurs, sitting down in the leather. His heart swells at the use of his familial nickname. He likes the way it sounds from her lips and how comfortable she is using it. Savannah glances at the able, then furrows her eyebrows. “Oh, did you already eat? I’ll just go back up front. You don’t have to stay for me.”

“I know. I want to.” He tells her. “And I want another drink.” He winks. 

“Ah. The old fashioned.”

“Yes. You gonna have one?” 

“I don’t love whiskey.”

“Not whiskey, bourbon.”

“Okay. Snob.” She sticks her tongue out at him then smiles a big grin that show off most of her teeth. 

“Say whatever you want now. By the end of this meal, you’ll understand.”

As Savannah is finished the last bite of her cedar plank salmon, she slowly begins nodding her head. Her napkin hits the table like a white flag of defeat. 

“I hate when you’re right.” She says after she swallows. Lio smirks at her over the glass of his fifth old fashioned. He is buzzed on the bourbon, but more on the girl across the table from him. Other than Lucie, she’s the only girl that it feels this easy to talk to. Even with his sister, their past clogs it all up and half the time he doesn’t know what to say to her. 

It’s not like that with Savannah.

Everything is so effortless. 

“Can I grab you two anything else?” The waitress asks as she picks up Savannah’s empty plate.

“You want dessert?” He asks her.

“God no. I mean, yes!” She clarifies in a rush. “I’m sure it is ridiculously good, but I cannot eat anymore.” 

“We are good. Just the check.” Lio responds to the waitress.

“Damn, I really wanted creme brûlée tho…” Savannah trails off. “But also, the dresses I have on this trip are not forgiving.” Lio has noticed. Not in a bad way. Well sometime, he guesses. They cling to her body like a second skin making him have to adjust his cup before he heads onto the ice for warm ups.

“You look good, San.” He murmurs, smoothing the crinkle between her eyebrows.

“I like when you call me that.” She admits, then bites her bottom lip. “It’s like we are… best friends or something.” Lio pauses after taking the final sip of his drink. He swallows.

“Friends, huh?” 

“What else would you call this?” She motions between them with her finger.

She has a point. Although they have hung out a few times, it’s not like they are dating. She’s definitely not his girlfriend, but the word friend just doesn’t quite explain what she does to him when she is around. Rather than complicate things, Lio just shrugs.

“I guess you’re right.”

Savannah’s blue eyes steel over a bit. She reaches for her old fashion and downs the hearty drink in five more gulps. Lio stills, watching as she runs her tongue along her lips to lick up every last drop. He wonders if she does that in other situations too. And fuck it if he doesn’t want to find out sooner rather than later. 

He isn’t sure what is going on with him. Usually, he doesn’t care to get to know someone before he slides into his sheets with them. But things with Savannah are different. He felt it when they kissed at her Christmas Party and every night they have spent together since. As much as he itches to touch her and mark her up, he hesitates every time. He can tell she is bothered by it, now and the previous times he has put up the proverbial wall.

If he had to sum it up simply, he likes Savannah. And he doesn’t want to fuck it up like he has a tendency to do. 

As his mind reels, he watches her get more and more worked up across the white table cloth from him. She picks at her cuticles, then fluffs her hair. She pulls her purse into her lap and digs around for her lip gloss. Heat creeps up Lio’s neck as she swishes her lips together then puckers them absentmindedly. 

She glances at her watch, her expensive bangles clattering together over Cartier gold.

“Tired?” He asks as the waitress slides his card and the receipt back onto the table. 

“Yeah of a lot of things.”  Savannah smirks. 

“Do I want to ask?” He lifts his one hip to put his wallet back into his pocket.

“Probably not.” She sasses back.

“I feel like that means I better.” 

“You act like you know women, Lio, but I don’t think you do.”

“Enlighten me?”

“I don’t know if you deserve it.” Lio looks away then shrugs.

“Okay.” He brings the receipt closer to him so he can tip generously then slide it back to the edge. “Wanna grab a drink at the bar?”

The place has mostly cleared out and although Savannah looks like she would rather do anything else, Lio wants the opportunity to change her mind about him. Why? He couldn’t tell you except that the thought of her losing interest in him has his chest feeling tight.

“Fine. I have nothing else to do tonight anyway.”

“Humbling as always.” He laughs, pushing back from his chair. Lio grabs her hand, leading her through the tables to the wooden bar with a green marble top. It looks like something out of a 90s supper club that specifically hosted lawyers. When he reaches two empty bar stools, he pulls them out, then helps Savannah slide in closer to the bar. She stretches her green dress down to cover more of her thigh after crossing her legs. 

“So what do you think about facing the Stars without your top goaltender?” She murmurs after they got their drinks. 

“Off the record?”

“Yes, Lee. You and I are always off the record here.” There is a bite there, one Lio doesn’t care to look into at all. 

“It’s probably gonna suck.” He admits after a sip of whiskey. “But what do you do? Guys get hurt. The season continues. Gotta play.” 

The shift in conversation to work related topics helps ease Lio and Savannah back into a comfortable vibe. Well, so does the liquor. They both have two more old fashioned each and while Lio has drank at this level before, Savannah is clearly in her happy, drunk phase, which has him tossing his card across to the bartender to close out before she can think about ordering another one. Lio slides her water glass closer to her and she takes it without question.

“You’re so confusing sometimes, Lio.” She suddenly mutters. “Like sometimes you ignore me and sometimes you look at me like you can’t get enough of me.” Lio stares back at her, unsure what to do or say. “And I know I probably shouldn’t even say this, but I feel like I get to because we have kissed and done over the clothes stuff, and I just want you to know that I don’t like when you act like that.”

“I’m not sure I follow.”

“Like I’m different or something?” Lio stares at her in shock. She should want to be different. Lio knows he isn’t a saint when it comes to women. “Like I can’t believe Lio Meier has taken me on four dates and hasn’t slept with me.”

Whoa.

A dark red blush scrapes up Lio’s white cheeks as people turn to look over at them.

“Actually.” She giggles like this is funny. She adjusts her crossed legs to the other side before continuing. “Since you just paid, make that five. Or six because you paid twice tonight!”

“This wasn’t a date.” He shakes his head. “Guys can pay without it being a date. We didn’t even come here together.”

“Oh. Does that mean I fit into your special category that gets me laid?” 

Her words are a challenge. A serious one. Lio can see it in her ocean deep blue eyes and the way she runs her tongue slightly along her top teeth. He likes when she gets like this- challenging, interesting, dragging his attention away from anything else except for her. Lio smirks. His fingers dance along her bare calf, then over the edge of her sweater dress that keeps slouch and giving him peaks of her red bra. His fingers drift up higher, almost like he is going in for a feel, then divert to the edge of her bar stool, scraping it across the floor so she’s practically in his lap. 

“You’re so pretty when you beg.” Her slender eyebrows shoot up and her mouth drops open in a sound that’s a little too breathy to not be a moan.

There is a strange, foreign feeling in Lio’s stomach when her hot gaze dares to meet his. The organ twists and dips again when her hand presses into his upper thigh and she leans forward, lips pornographically parted. Lio wants to see what those lips look like parting for the head of his cock. He brings his right hand up, stroking her bottom lip. His fingers spread out from her cheek to her neck, bringing her to his mouth. Her tongue shoves between his lips immediately, sparking a fire in his chest that zings down to his groin.

Jesus. He thought the look of her lips was hot, but the way she uses them has him wanting to toss her on top of this bar and fuck her for everyone to see. She’s never kissed him like this before. It’s like every kiss they shared before this she was holding back, being polite. Now, Lio wonders if he even knows what he’s getting himself into. 

But his dick starts throbbing in his boxer briefs and he can’t think of much else other than burying it between her thighs. 

“Let’s go to my room.” Savannah says, pulling back from him. Her mouth is wet and red, completely void of the lipstick she just had a few minutes ago. Lio wipes the back of his mouth, feeling it on his lips and tongue. “Sorry.” She chuckles, jumping down from the barstool as he stands. She reaches up, wiping at the space between his lip and nose. “You’re good now.” She assures. Lio head nods at the bartender who smirks. 

Savannah isn’t the first girl Lio has taken out of this place. 

But she’s the first girl to make his hands shake with need.

Lio and Savannah walk shoulder to shoulder down the sidewalk to their hotel. They breeze through the lobby with their faces tucked into their jackets. A few of his teammates are at the hotel bar. He looks the opposite direction from them, hoping to avoid a run in. They make it to the elevators then step in. Lio leans back into the wall after Savannah presses the number for her floor.

“I’m assuming we should go to my room?” Staff rooms tend to be spread out more within the hotel than the players. Lio’s room is flanked by two teammates who may see or hear her in his room. 

“Yeah.” Lio confirms, putting his hands in his jacket pockets. Maybe he should grab her and kiss her again, but in the intense LED lighting of the elevator, they feel too exposed. He doesn’t care for himself, but Savannah has been open with him about how hard she worked to get here. He may be a selfish prick at times, but he would never want to harm her reputation or career.

Savannah pulls her room key out of her jacket then walks in, holding the door for Lio to enter behind her. Her room looks identical to him, except smells more feminine, like a faded version of whatever perfume she dabbed on her wrists this evening. Wildflowers like home, he thinks to himself, remembering the connection he made at the Christmas party she hosted a few weeks ago.

Lio shrugs his jacket off, tossing it on the chair to his left. His eyes watch Savannah as she awkwardly wrings at her hands. Her mouth is tight, chest unmoving like she is holding her breath. She sneaks a look at him, then floats her eyes towards the ceiling and across the room. Lio smiles coyly.

The liquid confidence she had at the bar is clearly waring off. 

Good. He wants her sober for this. 

“So… how do you do it?” She suddenly blurts. Lio raises an eyebrow at her, putting his hands in his pockets. He rocks slightly back on his heels, waiting for her to elaborate. Lio was under the impression that Savannah was more experienced. She’s acting like this is her first time having casual sex, which has Lio apprehensive about continuing.“Like… you do this a lot, right? Obviously. So how do you do it.” She gestures her hands. “Like should I just strip? Or do you expect a strip tease?” She squints her eyes and Lio realizes she is fucking with him. “Maybe you wanna take my underwear off with your teeth?”

“You’re wild.” He murmurs, then runs his tongue along his top teeth. “How about you just sit on the bed and I’ll take care of the rest.”

“Oooo he likes a pillow princess. Figures,” She drawls as he steps closer. Her tongue runs over her puffy lips again and Lio can see this girl knows exactly what she is doing to him. She exudes confident sex appeal, no liquid courage needed. Good. He doesn’t want to teach her anything tonight. He wants to play, sink into her again and again, make her toes curl while her fingernails mark up his back. The tension between them is unbearable, the pulse in his cock making the arches of his feet collapse so he sways forward into her. 

His fingers trail over her mouth again, then he pushes his thumb through the slit of her lips. He works his thumb in and out, getting it wet and loaded with her saliva until she wiggles against the comforter between her spread thighs. She practically fucks the bed while sucking him deeper into her mouth. 

A small part of Lio knows that going through with this tonight will be a tipping point. For what, he couldn’t tell ya. But you can’t fuck a girl like the one in front of him and not be changed. Not when he is used to no strings attached sex with women who don’t care much about him except for the commas in his bank account. To be fair, he doesn’t care about them either. But he’s never been with someone like her. Someone who knows what the risks are here and still reaches out to unbutton his jeans. She is deciding he is worth it and fuck if he doesn’t want to make sure she won’t regret it.

Lio removes his thumb from her mouth, then brings his hand down the front of her dress. He slides between her bra and her warm breast, rolling her nipple. She moans, a throaty, begging sound that has Lio’s balls tightening up to his shaft.

He could come just like this with her. His hand on her breast. Her hand dipping into his underwear stroking him to life.

“Do you have a condom?” She asks, rising to her knees on the bed. She scoots back a bit, then flips her hair to one side. Lio watches her ruby lips part and her tongue connect with the slit of his head oozing a pearl of pre-cum. 

“Yes.” He hisses as his answer. Lightning explodes in his cock as her mouth and hand move in unison. He struggles to keep his eyes open as her mouth collapses on him like a warm, wet hug. “Fuck.” He groans, head falling back towards the ground. He stays like that for one, two, three strokes, then tilts back forward. He gently cups her throat, bringing her off him and to his mouth to kiss her. He needs to taste her, to take claim of that mouth, and make it whimper his name as he buries himself deep into her pussy. 

Lio moves to take his hand off her throat now that she is up but she squeezes his wrist to keep him there. He applies light pressure, then tongues at her open mouth with vigor. Savannah collapses into him, pinning his forearm between their chests. Lio swirls his tongue in a circle, then slowly pulls back. He looks down at her like that, clutched in his hand by her throat, eyes closed, lips so swollen they almost look bruised. Then her eyes open, revealing a tumultuous, churning lake within them.

“Fuck me, Lio.” She demands.

From his back pocket, Lio pulls out the condom he told her he had on him. He is always prepared, tonight is no exception. He rips open the foiled wrapper, then pulls out the latex.

“Can you undress for me, babe?” He murmurs, stretching out the head, then holding it in place as he rolls the rest down. Savannah reaches for the hem of her green dress. She pulls it over her head, revealing a red lingerie set that Lio is never going to forget. “You always pack that on a work trip?” She shakes her head no, tentatively. Lio smiles reassuringly, then pulls her back to him with a hand on the small of her back. “You’re so sexy a priest would weep.” She bites down on her bottom lip as she giggles, making Lio kiss her teeth.

“We shouldn’t talk about God with what we’re about to do to each other.”

“Mmm, what I’m about to do to you, pillow princess.” His hand trails down to her ass, giving it a hearty grip. “Get on your knees.” 

She does so obediently, then looks at him over her shoulder. Her golden dew hair spreads out down her back, multiple shades of blonde that Lio has found himself examining from the back of the bus before. It is the prettiest it’s ever looked with those vibrant blue eyes begging him to hurry.

Lio presses the head of his covered cock to her entrance. She collapses around nothing in front of him, making Lio suck in a steadying breath. Fuck, she is so ready. He isn’t going to last long at all. To collect himself, Lio grabs one of the pillows from the head of the bed, tossing it in front of her.

“For your head.” He jokes. Savannah punts it 

“Are you gonna put it in or am I?” She snaps back at him. Her hand comes back, spreading her open further for him. Well, damn.

“Been awhile?” He asks while gripping the base of his shaft.

“Yeah.” She moans as he enters her. He isn’t sure if its the answer to his questions or her reaction to his thrust. “Fuck.” She growls through hissed teeth. 

If Lio’s knees weren’t already resting on something, he is sure he would have collapsed under his own weight. Savannah’s pussy clenches and massages his cock with each of his pumps into her. He tries to stay slow, tries to build up the momentum, but he can’t hold back. Not with the way sweet begs drop from her mouth, or with how blindingly fast he can feel his balls racing towards orgasm. 

He rests his hand on the middle of her back, pushing her down into the mattress. His fingers stroke her spine as he hits his full depth, making her shudder and moan beneath his hands. Lio is sure this must be the soundtrack in Heaven, or at least his version. Her pussy squelches, wetness beginning to ease the friction of the condom and letting him glide throughly in and out of her core.

“Wow!” She exclaims, “Yeah!” He watches as her hand moves from clutching the comforter to rolling fast circles over her clit. “More.”

He can do that.

His hockey hips piston, moving the bed with each pump into her heat. Savannah begins to flex and unflex her other hand around the blankets, then buck her hips to slam back into his. She rolls her hips causing Lio to slide out, frustrating both of them.

“Sav, stop helping.” He hisses at her.

“More. Please, Lio. Please.” He loves to hear her beg, but wants to satisfy her, so he bats her hand to the side. He leans over her back, connecting their skin as he rolls her swollen lips in rushed circles. “Oh!” Savannah brings her hands to her breasts, rolling and pinching her nipples as he pounds into her from behind. “Lio, I’m gonna…” 

She doesn’t need to finish, but it’s clear she can’t anyway. Her pussy explodes into vibrating trembles and pulses that have Lio seeing stars.

“Fuck.” He mumbles into her back, then he rubs her clit more furiously, making her shake harder and clench tighter around him. The breath is stolen from his lungs as his orgasm rips out of his cock and fills the condom around him. “Oh my fucking… Fuc…” He trials off, speechless as her spasms continue to milk him.

He rests his forehead on her warm skin delicately thrusting through both of their aftershocks. His finger stay on her clit, still but firm. He isn’t ready to let her go yet. Weeks of build up gone in five minutes. Five, rough, fast, earth shaking minutes. Slowly, they begin to come out of their trance. Savannah’s hand comes to Lio’s wrist. He drops his grip on her, then threads their fingers together against her stomach. He kisses her back then sits up, sliding himself out of her, careful as always of the condom. 

“You good?” He asks. She has yet to speak, just breathe heavily. 

“Mmmm.” She acknowledges, waving her hand as she collapses back into the mattress. Lio smirks.

“I’ll be right back.” He tells her while gently rubbing her hip. The bed dips as he crawls off of it towards the bathroom.

Lio tosses the condom into the toilet and flushes it, then he grabs a hand towel from the rack to his left. He glances into the bedroom where Savannah still lays on her back, spread out like a starfish. Her breasts rise and fall heavily as she tries to catch her breath. Lio smiles. He knows a satisfied woman when he sees one.

Meticulously, he cleans himself, then grabs a fresh towel for Savannah. He leans back through the doorway. 

“Do you want a wet or a dry towel?”

“Wet.” She responds. “Girls like a dry one?”Lio shrugs.

“There was one once.” 

“Can’t imagine you saw her again.”

“I usually don’t see anyone multiple times.” He says, coming back into the room. Savannah watches his approach, eyes on his despite the gorgeous view he provides elsewhere.

“Like ever?”

“There have been a few.” He admits, but it hasn’t been in awhile.

“So I’ll never see you again?” She pouts at him.

“We work together. This is a little different.”

“Yeah.” She nods, grabbing the towel from him. Lio plops onto his back next to her, putting a hand behind his head as he props up on two, fluffy pillows. “Thank you for…” She trails off, biting her lip. “Your discretion.” She settles on. He looks over at her, watching as she tosses the towel onto the floor. 

“I’m not going to say anything.” He assures her.

“I know. If I thought you would, this wouldn’t have happened.” Lio nods.

“Yeah, I just want you to hear me say that.” He looks away, stretching his neck out from side to side. Savannah stays sitting up for a moment, looking at Lio. Then she glances away.

“I’m kinda cold. Can I get under there?”

“Mhm.” He sits up, then together they both slide under the white comforter. Savannah rolls onto her left side, cheek propped on her hand as she looks at him. Her blonde hair is wild about her face, mused from him. He decides he likes it that way. She looks good, not messy or disheveled, but perfectly tousled. 

“I like to cuddle after sex.”

Lio playfully rolls his eyes at her. Of course she does. They all do. Usually Lio is long gone before cuddling can even be discussed.

“Please?” She pouts at him. He sighs, like it’s such a burden to move, then opens his arms for her.

“Mmm this is nice.” She mumbles. Her cheek warms his bare chest, creating a glow that runs deep his body. Heat tingles down to the tips of his toes as he rests his hand on her hip. The curve of it perfectly holds his hand without needing to grip onto her. “Now we can talk about the names we want for our children.” She muses. “What about Sarah?”

“Good god.” He groans.

“You’re gonna fall for me, Lio Meier. I know it.” She kisses his chest. 

Lio should have run right there. But he doesn’t. Instead, he does something more terrifying- they talk. About everything. Growing up, how they got to these points in their careers, what their last meal on earth would be. And they tease each other- Savannah about Lio’s slight accent with certain words, Lio with Savannah’s overly girly answers to everything, and together at the expense of his various teammates. 

“You are a good interview though.” Savannah murmurs to him. “I always appreciate your thoroughness. You’re a great quote.”

“Yeah. My cousin Lucie says its cause I like to hear myself talk.” 

“She might have something there.”

“Mmm.” Lio murmurs sleepily. “You’d like her.” Silence fills the room as Savannah rubs at the indent of his left abs. She drawls a heart, then a few squiggly lines followed by another heart. 

“I’ve really enjoyed spending time with you.” Savannah murmurs. “I feel like you’ve let me peel back a few layers of your onion. Thank you.” 

“Just don’t write about it.” He jokes.

“Not in this month's article at least.” She pokes him.

Then they settle into silence again. A question hangs in the air with the light still on and Lio still in Savannah’s bed. He answers it by turning out the bedside lamp. Darkness envelopes them. Quickly, Savannah’s breathing evens out. Lio’s eyes are heavy and Savannah’s naked body feels so good snuggled into the side of his. So good that he almost let’s himself fall asleep with her like this. 

But then a tightening happens at the base of his skull. Awareness pulls his eyes back open. This isn’t him. He doesn’t stay over at a woman’s place. They stay at his, so he can kick them out immediately when he’s done with their morning fuck. He gently turns to take in Savannah’s sleeping face. He purses his lips, resisting the urge to wake her up by kissing her still puffy mouth. He has never craved a woman so intensely after just having her, but his dick aches to be back inside of her.

Shit. This is ridiculous.

Lio holds his breath, then shifts away so Savannah gently rolls onto her pillow. Years of practice leaving sleeping women has her transferring to the bed without waking. Her hands stretch across the warm sheets of the bed he just left, almost searching for him. A slight uneasiness fills Lio’s chest, but he forces it away, focusing on gathering up his discarded clothes. 

He needs to get out of here.

Before any of his teammates or the Devils staff see him. So Savannah doesn’t get in trouble, he tells himself.

But if Lio was an honest man, he would admit that him slipping out of room 629 has nothing to do with the woman asleep in that California King.

[enrosadiraanisaaa]

Within Session .Part One.

Hello, this is my first fanfic. After reading several fanfics with Yandere!Leon Kennedy, I thought I hop on the bandwagon. I intend for this fic to progressively become disturbing and fucked up with each chapter. While the first few chapters will be tamed, expect the following in this series:

🏮-Stalking, Kidnapping, Forced Breeding, Degradation, NonCon, Gang Banging, Forced Pregnancy, Somnophilia, Blackmail, Manipulation, Abuse, Pet Names, Obsessive Behavior (Duh), Torture, Constraints, Mentions of Blood & Gore, Mental Degradation, Toxic Relationship, Sexual Abuse, Masturbation, Drugged & Drunk Sex, Loss of Virginity, Forced Penetration…

Also you will be retconned (Too bad 😏): Female Reader, 24 Years old and from Texas 💝🤠

This story was purely written with RE 4 (Remake) Leon in mind. So no puppy dog Leon from RE2 or DILF Leon from later games & movies. The story takes place several months after the events of RE4. Yay, you’re in 2004!

I plan to make this series long and fleshed out, but I promise what you want will hit you like a train~🚂

While this chapter does not contain any 🔞 material. This story will contain +18 content (NSFW) in the near future 🔞 If you’re a minor, please go read a real book or something, don’t cry to me when your mom finds your shit. This story will eventually hit that point so don’t set yourself up.

Summary

As an on sight therapist for STRATCOM in Nebraska, you’re tasked with providing quality therapy for US military personnel and government agents. After working at the headquarters for 6 months, Hunnigan recommends you to a notable government agent, Leon Kennedy, who is in need of therapy. After a number of sessions with you, Leon notices a substantial stability in his sanity yet is threatened when you are offered a position back home, closer to your family and friends. Your choice doesn’t sit well with one particular client, who can’t fathom you out of your role as his therapist. Leon has found a means of keeping his precious therapist and realizes you are the key to his permanent solace. You were obviously destined to be his in some form. Why dream of him letting you go?

A\N: I was heavily inspired by Satoshi Kon’s Perfect Blue 💙, the movie FRESH(2022), ExploreVenus’s Something Permanent and Guardian Angel by NexysWorld. They’re all great works, especially the fics with Yandere!Leon *chef’s kiss*. They both certainly have been feeding my obsession with Yandere!Leon in general at this point.

Hope y’all enjoy what’s to come ❤️ ~ Anisssa أنيسة

This is an incredibly short chapter, but a chapter to set the tone 🌙

That Night

A brisk breeze was enough to stir Leon from his sleep, peering from the bed to notice the curtains blowing as the window was left open. From the light of the moon, Leon immediately realized the vacant space beside him on the bed. With an empty exhale, he should have not been surprised she would make a haste exit, even after an exhilarating night. The linger of a fleeting love, her scent haunts him.

After months of successfully saving the dear daughter of the president, Leon Kennedy became undone despite the years of conditioned training. Both incidents in Racoon City and Spain relived in his nightmares, a curse that seemed to threaten his sanity. Now, he misjudged the approach of that woman in red. Despite their separate ways, the universe had a cruel way of bringing her back to him. In the aftermath of their one night stand, he found himself faced with his demons, alone and used.

With all considered, the resolve for Leon was… therapy. To reach out to Hunnigan and be hopefully assigned a therapist from the courtesy of STRATCOM.

[igayorhm]

94 msq spoilers musing on Bakool Ja Ja

I have to say I am very surprised to see the game has actually managed to make me feel sympathy for Bakool Ja Ja. While I certainly didn't hate his character I certainly wasn't fond of him either cause I knew he was going to be a nuisance down the line. However, when we meet him again in Mamook we get to learn more about him and the weight he has been carrying around with him. And why he's so intent on winning the rite no matter what.

Because if he doesn't win then the death of his siblings was for nothing. Countless lives sacrificed just so he could be born. The guilt he carries with him was be immense. And we see that in the way he laments even being born in the first place because he feels he's failed these poor children.

Many times throughout the story we hear Bakool Ja Ja reference his siblings. "We do this for our siblings" he'd often say and it's probably something many people would have dismissed being too distracted by whatever conniving plot he's coming up with it. But it then hits harder when we learn how two-heads are born and you learn of how many siblings he lost in order to even be brought into existence. Siblings his own father called "useless".

And suddenly Bakool Ja Ja is cast in a new light. No longer is he a greedy and violent brute intent on claiming the throne through dishonest means. But rather as a broken down and guilt-ridden child of his people. Burdened by the hopes and expectations of his people to lead them from cursed darkness. And he's desperate to prove himself worthy of it. Desperate to make sure the sacrifices made for him were not for nothing.

Bakool Ja Ja so easily could have been an obstacle we killed off later in the story. But instead we're shown he's a much more layered and complicated individual. Seeing him mature and actually help Wuk Lamat because he knew it would help his people was just *chef kiss* I love that sort of writing. I love when there's more to characters than what we see at surface level. He received some very wonderful character development in this section of the story that actually made me like him a little more.

Anyway that's it for my short little rambling. Onward with the story!

[dukeofdelirium]

Hi....if you don't mind me asking, who are your top 7 favorite romantic relationship's couples in books/ manga/ anime/movies/tv series (can be canon or non-canon) and your top 7 favorite characters ever from any media? Why do you love them? Sorry if you've answered this question before......Thanks....

Hi!!! It’s no problem at all I love to talk about ships <3333

1) Lawlight from Death Note

what can I say about this ship that hasn’t been said? They make me genuinely insane and they hit in ways… I’ve been obsessed with and have actively shipped them for over half my life lol. They are my ultimate OTP. I don’t even really care for e2l pairings personally but lawlight to me is just Different and those that get it get it

2) Kataang from Avatar: The Last Airbender

Literally they were the first ship I ever shipped. I’ve shipped this pairing since I was like 8 years old. They are very near and dear to my heart and they are so cute and perfect together and they spark so much joy and I am SO EXCITED for the movie!!!!

3) Byler from Stranger Things

I am obsessed with this ship. I love them so much and I am rooting for their endgame in the final season! I love the analysis the byler shippers come up with and they’re genuinely such a fun ship to me

4) Eremika from Attack On Titan

This ship makes me rabid I’m serious. I spiraled so bad after I finished AOT and devoured like 20 fics to cope. They ruined my life etc but I love it

5) Nezushi from No.6

I don’t like the anime much (because it rlly cuts so much of the story) but the manga and the novels are amazing! I love the story overall and the characters individually so the fact there’s a canon gay relationship is such a bonus

6) Blackswan (Jacob x Bella) from Twilight

Stephenie Meyer will pay for her crimes lmao we were legitimately robbed of their endgame and idc what anyone says. Team Jacob till the day I die fr

7) Quimbry/Quil x Embry from Twilight (me and my friends decided on the ship name lol)

I don’t have a gif cuz these characters are so minor they hardly appear but do I ship the hell out of them? Yes! Are they canon? Hell no! Should they be? Yeah and that’s why I’ve written over 100k for fanfic for them on my ao3 lol

As for favorite characters, I gotta rlly think on this

🤔🤔🤔

My favorite character of all time is Light Yagami from Death Note. I fucking LOVE his character so much. I just love everything about him. The way he’s written, the nuance, his whole aesthetic. It’s so *chefs kiss* and I have so many thoughts about him. I am NOT one of those death note “fans” that hates Light or drags his character lol. I am a Light enjoyer unapologetically and he imo is one of the best villains of ALL TIME

Another character I love immensely is Carl Grimes from The Walking Dead comic book. Not the show cuz the show is trash! I used to relate so much to Carl growing up bc I read the comic book as a teen. He’s forever cemented as one of my favorite characters of all time. Also I love the character design and how he’s kind of an anti hero

I also love Ellie Williams from The Last of Us 1 and 2 for the same reason. She reminds me a lot of Carl in the “anti hero” sense. She’s also such a badass. Love those video games !!!!

I also love Eren Yeager from Attack on Titan. Can you tell I like morally questionable characters? Lol. Eren was always and will always remain my favorite character in AOT. He’s kind of crazy but I like it lol and I kind of relate 🤣

Aang from ATLA is also one of my favorite characters. He’s got a sick character design, I love the way he’s written and he’s genuinely a huge comfort character to me. His character arc makes me cry it’s so well done and I love his personality. His character makes me very happy :)

Lastly I think another fav character is Will Byers from Stranger Things. I relate heavily HEAVILY with him. Not only that he’s an artist like me, or his personality which is similar to me as well, but also his upbringing with an abusive father and lastly the fact he’s canonically a gay guy like me makes me feel very represented in the show. He’s my favorite in the entire cast of characters. Love him to death and Noah Schnapp was such a perfect cast and he acts his ass off every second of screen time

Thanks for sending me questions!! :) I love talking about ships and characters this was fun!

[beansguytm]

Hey everyone, time for me to sperg out about one of--if not my favorite scene in Halo Infinite. Read on below the cut.

Take a look. You only need to watch through to 2:12 for what I'm going to say. In this scene, we see the Master Chief rescue Spartan Griffin from the cell where he was being tortured. There's so much right about this scene god damn it. The acting is perfect. The Weapon's facial expressions and intonation are perfect. She genuinely seems like she's at a loss for what to do to comfort this broken, broken man. Cortana would know what to say. The Weapon doesn't. What she eventually settles on is redirecting Chief's attention to the mission. It works, getting him moving forward.

The camera work is also so fucking good. It's one continuous shot, like most of the cutscenes in the game. The moment Griffin is freed, it focuses on him, then throughout his conversation, slowly revolves around to focus on Chief instead, eventually leaving Griffin only barely visible in Chief's visor but completely out of frame. That's when they hit you with Griffin's death. Then the pan around the Weapon, and how it follows Chief in a way that makes him look pissed the fuck off. Ough, chef's kiss.

Now let's talk about the four ways that the game communicates that Griffin has died, just out of frame. They layer four different things to make damn sure you know what just happened, while keeping the dialogue in tone. It wouldn't make sense for Chief or the Weapon to say he died, and Esparza doesn't know, so instead, they rely on these four things.

1) The music. At the start of the scene, we hear the haunting women's choir that is heavily featured in the game's soundtrack. As soon as Griffin mentions the Spartans, there is a tiny bit of the men's choir that is so heavily associated with the series, with the Master Chief, with the Spartans. Then after only a measure of men's choir, we get hit with the slow, deep strings. It lingers on the strings alone for a long time, just to let it sink in. The choir comes back once Esparza radios in, but very subtle and somber. Finally, percussion and digital instrumentation comes in when the Weapons brings Chief back by talking about the mission. The piece really does everything it needs to, especially the sudden shift to indicate that a character has died just out of frame.

2) The lighting. Oh, the lighting. It's never comforting, but the fact that the bright warm white light above their heads goes out right as Griffin dies, fading to the harsh red contrasting with the Weapon's soft blue. There isn't much to describe here, but yeah, it's a fantastic switch up. The red can be seen as Chief's anger, and the blue as his sadness. Even if that's looking too far into it, the change is just one more indicator of Griffin's death.

3) Chief's posture. This is so subtle but it's so impactful to both our understanding of the events and Chief's emotions. Before Griffin dies, he's leaning forward to rest his hand on Griffin's shoulder. Once Griffin dies, Chief leans back very slightly. His head tilts the just tiniest amount. He lowers his hand as he processes what's happening. The camera pans to the Weapon, and by the time it turns back to Chief, he's standing again. But he's still looking at Griffin. When he finally looks up at her, there's a slight pause before he makes the sudden movement to collect her and move on. Oh, and the way he looks down for just a moment before looking ahead and raising his gun, oh man. He's pissed. He's so angry, and he's channeling that into determination to complete his mission.

4) The heartbeat. I saved the best for last. If you're playing on controller, and if you have vibration turned on, you'll be greeted by the most fucking heart-wrenching piece of 4D storytelling. The moment Griffin falls into Chief's arms, your controller starts vibrating to the rhythm of Griffin's heartbeat. As they talk, the beating gets softer, and softer, until right as the music and lighting change, it stops. The controller goes silent. By the time you realize what's happening, Chief has realized too, and he leans back. AAAGGGHHH it's so good!! Christ, man, I can't get over it. I started to tear up when I played through it the first time.

Anyway yeah that's my infodump on this fucking fantastic scene. Thanks for reading!

[jennilah]

What's your favourite saw movie? And how would you rank all of the saw movies?

I love saw 4 [I know alot of people hate it, but I adore Daniel rigg, therefore it's my comfort movie]

omg what a difficult question LOL but i have attempted to rank them for myself before..

funny, my ranking now is completely different from my first impressions

anyway get ready for another signature long, way overthought answer filled w series spoilers

disclaimer, being low on the list here doesn't mean i dislike the film, actually. there are none I truly dislike, its just I love the top ones so much that it simply pushes every other down

i was just gonna describe my top 3 and then vaguely rank the rest but i think ill describe all of them. so, in LOOSE order of fave to least fave (def not set in stone)

Saw VI: has my favorite scenes with my favorite character, the FBI plot is thrilling, William Easton's game is one of the best, every trap is memorable to iconic, technical things like the cinematography and lighting and set design is mwah chefs kiss. And, its one of the most satisfying films in terms of finally getting answers to mysteries that have been teased for 3 movies straight, and finally seeing Hoffman get his comeuppance. The last moments of that film are some of the hypest shit. I put this one on when I need to see my man and im craving peak soap opera vibes but in all the best ways

Saw X: As much as I love the investigation plotline, I love how this one takes a step back and you truly get to be with John and Amanda all movie, they got to really spend time on the emotion and heart of the film, and again, it has some of the most memorable and exciting sets and traps, as well as some of my favorite player characters. Cecelia, my queen. it also has i think one of my favorite finale scenes of all of them, where we get to see John in a trap himself!!! and the hello Zepp moment being just. perfection. 👌 I put this one on when I want my Saw-watching experience to feel like a sporting event from thrill and great subtle humor, but i also need to be in the mood for the emotional beats bc they hit pretty hard

Saw II: I will sing this film's praises whenever I can. Its a fantastic sequel and I will tell u why. Aside from Saw X this is practically the one other film where John actually gets a spotlight and he eats up every scene. This fuckin guy. One of the funniest films to rewatch after knowing the signature Saw twists- this dude drops so many foreshadowing comments its honestly impressive and comedic. The nerve gas house is also one of my favorite games, and I love seeing Amanda get a spotlight too. You also get a taste for what the franchise has in store when it comes to the camp and soap opera plotline, so as long as you're into that, its one of the most fun Saw films. I watch this one when I want a more lighthearted Saw experience where it really feels like John and Amanda are up to mischief

Saw V: A little on the slower side, I actually appreciate that this one is mostly about providing much-needed answers and backstory. If you hate Hoffman, I get why this one could be a slog, but I adore him so I'm fine. As for Strahm, this one really shocked me. I thought he was gonna be a one-movie type deal just be killed off at the very start, but he SHOCKED me. U get to watch someone survive a trap, a RIGGED one no less, and go from kind of a cocky asshole to the baddest bitch on the scene. He singlehandedly figured out Hoffman's deal and took it upon himself to stop him, procedure be damned. I was rooting for him so hard, man. I also really like the Fatal Five. And the Glass Coffin. Listen, it's pretty obvious why I'll put this one on.

Saw: The OG. What more is there to say. It's original, it's exciting, it redefined a genre whether you wish it did or not, it's got the craziest early 2000's flare, it's got mystery, it's got drama, it's got it all. I put this one on when I want to go back to our ✨roots✨

Saw IV: Initially this was probably my least favorite but now that I can tell Hoffman and Strahm apart, now that I adore both of those characters, now that I know the plot like the back of my hand so I'm not confused by the copious flashbacks and general lack of answers given and new questions asked, I love it just like the others. Rigg is also one of my favorite game-players, he's just so good and wants to save his friends, watching him mentally toil over everything is really exciting. The traps are also fun. And every Strahm scene. (also this movie is filled with really hot men and lots of fanservice for Jennas like me to enjoy, and enjoy even more with shipping goggles on)

Saw III: This one I love for the progression of Amanda and John's complicated dynamic and lore but I also can't rewatch it often because it's so damn sad, and gross. This one is probably the grossest one between the multiple vomit moments and pig vat. Ugh. But, every Amanda scene, my god. My precious girl. I want to scoop her into my arms. I love her so much. This one I've only watched twice, Im due for another stoned midnight rewatch soon.

Saw 3D: They can't make me hate you. I haven't rewatched this one yet, but I'll rewatch moments for a laugh. I like the potential- all the ideas they had, like the original film callbacks and bringing back Lawrence as an apprentice and finally showing someone dying in the damn RBT, and even the furthering of Hoffman's mental downfall which I'd argue started in 5, were intriguing on paper, but the execution was a bit awkward. I like Hoffman's rampage though. Hoffmanator, my problematic fave, really playing into my love for slashers there

Spiral: this was a Scream movie. but, I like Scream. ill rewatch it one day when im in a specific mood i think. maybe

Jigsaw: meh. dont hate it but i have no desire to rewatch. i do think Logan coming back would be the funniest shit ever

[thelovelylolly]

memories

summary : so there's no good reason in make believing that we could ever exist again warnings : out of character billy (just a teeny tinny bit), break up, cheating, billy still being toxic, yea this isn't happy notes : this song is just chef's kiss yall

You and Billy had been Hawkins High's 'it' couple. The guys envied to be him, the girls were jealous of you. Sure, you fought here and there, but your relationship was as perfect as highschool relationships could be.

Key word : was.

Everything was fine Billy was winning one basketball game after another, you were there on the sidelines cheering him on. But you noticed one thing was off.

Another girl was wearing his varsity jacket, the one you always wore the halls. You had given it back to him for the game, but instead he gave it to another girl.

"Why did she have your jacket on?" You asked as he drove you home.

Billy sighed before answering, "she was cold, I offered it to her and she took. It doesn't mean anything, don't overreact."

You wish you did. Maybe then you wouldn't have caught him and the same girl in the locker room before the game. You went in to wish Billy luck and give him a kiss, but he was too busy shoving his tongue down her throat to notice you.

She was the one to pull away and scurry away. As she passed you, you purposely moved so you hit her shoulder with your own. She stumbled a bit, but you kept staring at Billy.

"Listen, babe-"

"We're done," you said sharply. You pulled his varsity jacket off and threw it at him. "Give her your jacket, I'm sure she's still cold."

You walked home, not caring how cold or dark it was getting. You were fuming and you hoped a walk would calm you down.

It didn't.

You stormed through the door and ignored your parents' questions, heading straight for your room. You shut your door behind you and locked it. You didn't bother to turn any lights on, you were going to bed anyway. Maybe some sleep will help.

Wrong.

You couldn't sleep. You kept thinking about all the good times with Billy, you kept thinking about how many times you excused his shitty behavior, you kept thinking about all the signs that it was going to end this way,

Tears started to fall onto your pillow and you didn't even fight to stop them. You rolled over and grabbed your other pillow, squeezing it tightly as sobs wracked your body.

--

You woke up to a tear soaked pillow and puffy eyes. You rolled over towards your window and were met with harsh sunlight. You groaned as you got out of bed, still in your clothes from last night.

A sudden knock came from your door.

"Honey! Billy's here!" Your mom called from the other side.

Maybe if you hid under the covers and didn't answer, this whole thing would go away. No more Billy, no more cheating.

Another knock came from door.

"Sweetheart, it's me. Can I come in?"

Damn it.

You walked over to your door, pushing your shoes from last night to the side. You unlocked the door and yanked it open.

Billy was smiling when he looked at you. Smiling. The audactiy.

His smile suddenly dropped when he saw you. Your messy hair, puffy eyes, and tear streaks on your cheeks.

"Sweetheart-"

"Shut up, Billy. How stupid are you to show up here after what you did?"

"Let me explain-"

"No! You don't deserve a chance to explain yourself!"

He grabbed your hands, and you had to resist the urge to pull away. "Please, I'm sorry."

You sighed, pulling your hands away and turning away. "Fine, since you came, I guess I'll let you stay."

Billy followed you inside your room, closing the door behind him. You walked over to your desk while he sat on the edge of the bed.

"For as long as it takes to grab your books and coat, and that one good cologne that you bought when we were fighting!" You yelled, throwing any item of his that you had at him.

Billy was surprised by your sudden change in attitude. He stood up, not catching anything you were throwing at him. "What is wrong with you?! I came here to apologize and this is how you treat me?!"

"Oh, you're mad at me?! At least I wasn't in the locker room shoving my tongue down some girl's throat, you asshole!"

"You don't understand-"

"I don't care, Billy! Go home, it's over."

Billy opened his mouth to argue back, but nothing came out. He sighed and turned towards the door. He could feel your eyes staring at the back of his head as he left your room. He didn't bother closing the door, knowing that you would probably slam the door to prove your point.

"I hope you stay in my memories!" You called after him.

Billy turned to look at you again, but was met with your door slamming shut.

[rubypasha1]

Headcannons for the readers in my fics

Feel free if you have any questions related to them or anything else to do with my fics. Happy to answer!

Stolen Souls

Green thumb

Can cook like a chef it’s so good

Book worm

Socially anxious

Kids: loves em

Shows affection through gift giving and paying attention to small details

Ex-older sibling

Coping mechanism is work and hobbies

Green thumb!

Easily manipulated

Little shy

Puns!

Cat and dog person, more dog person

Can withdraw herself to try and protect her feelings

Has died before

Wife material

Girlfriend material

Liked watching her friend play video games

Not a party person

Magic!?

Absaloutely terrified but hopeful

A spider in a graveyard

Student of Spiderman, unofficially adopted by he and Deadpool.

The latter gifted her a knife

Can’t bake for shit but cooks okayish. Lasagna is amazing.

Traumatized by experience of being experiment on to aquire powers

Slightly Arachnophobia

Cheats at Uno, doesn’t care if she wins the only worse torture is scrabble

Loves carnival games

Puns are life

Has kissed her nemises

Willing guardian of three crazy super powered kids

Pretty serious but uses jokes as a distraction/to aggravate enemy

Sleeps in odd positions + glows

Kiss under her jaw by the neck and she melts

Odd relationship with symbiote

Can be bashful/shy when genuine and romantic shows of kindness are given.

Workaholic in rehabilitation

Tech savvy

In the very thin line between morally true and an overworked superhero

Has multiple eyes- not good with bright light

Will hang upside down and glow like a disco ball- with bribery

Self conscious and using her superhero identity - Starspider - as a coping mechanism

“Stop flirting with me!”

Rainbow lightning

Set the sails

Half blind and missing half a leg

Grew up in war

Has the skills and experience to be a doctor but doesn’t like to be called one due to respect and . . . stuff

Eats 1 or 2 meals a day

Green thumb- medicine and poison

Numerous war crimes

Body and face heavily scarred but not self conscious. She’s proud of her scars

Subconsciously hates clear skies

Has never killed anyone (they don’t deserve that mercy)

Good fighter, will dislocate your joints

Okay with tying patients down

Will hunt people down so they take their medicine

People on her island live and fear her

A certain marine tries to make her life horrible - regrets if later

Kids: Okay

Makes medicine, ointments, salves, creams.

Carving wood is side hobby

Do not touch her books

Okay cook

Loyal

Hates marines and the world government

Doesn’t smile, mainly looks neutral or angry

Slight aggressive but mainly when provoked

Deeply traumatized

A victim of war

Is an amazing gambler, it’s just luck she wins 90% of the time even when she doesn’t know how to play

Addicted to weed (but not in the way you think-)

Is kind in a “I will beat/restrain you so that you won’t die” kind of way

Made a deal with the devil and lost, now his brother calls her angel

Fought in a fighting ring

Loves pies

Has lost so many people she’s subconsciously afraid of making connections continuously trying to see new people she makes friendships with as only patients but inevitably fails and becomes so protective to others it’s seems as extremely aggressive but she has to because people DONT BLOODY LISTEN

Okay shooter, not that great but can somewhat hit a target sometimes

Highly respected on her island

“Thief”

[pinkertinn]

Request.

Clessie:Femdom

After their adventure during the events of chapter 4 of the game, when Jessie gives Cloud a kiss for his efforts on the mad dash, she notices something about Cloud. A shy boy who would make for a great sub. She can't wait to break him. So when they get back, Jessie invites Cloud back to her house and won't take no for an answer. Something tells Cloud he shouldn't, but he also feels compelled to obey her.

Things to include

Jessie in a red Dominatrix outfit

Bondage

Pegging

Small penis humiliation

Cunnilings

Orgasm denial

Spanking

Collar

Chastity

Sissification

Sorry if it's a bit too much but I just always saw the potential in Jessie as a femdom and the thought of her dominating Cloud always appealed to me.

Ok. Seriously.

If you read the above request and thought, “Hmm, this isn’t really my thing,” then please, I beg you—spare yourself. Close the tab, click away, go touch some grass, maybe even adopt a cat.

But if you’re still here... well, you can’t say I didn’t warn you.

This is your last chance to turn back before you enter the unhinged realm of questionable choices that even I’m cringing at while writing. If the words “humiliation kink” make you break into a cold sweat or you value my dignity, don’t scroll below the cut.

Still here? Cool. I see you. I respect your boldness.

But don’t say I didn’t warn you when you get to the part where I hit peak “What am I doing with my life?” because I embarrassed myself so much writing this that I had to pace around my apartment. I lost the plot. My laptop is judging me. My dogs won’t make eye contact.

Enjoy. Or don’t.

I hope you enjoy it tho requester!!! Here we go...

“You can’t just stand there and look pretty!” Jessie shouted over her shoulder. 

Cloud stood in the middle of the kitchen, arms crossed tightly over his chest, radiating reluctance. He watched Jessie bustle around with infectious excitement, her hair swaying as she moved, completely unfazed by his cool demeanor. She grated cheese and kneaded dough, every action filled with enthusiasm.

“How long is this going to take?” he asked, his tone flat, eyes rolling slightly.

“Oh, come on, Cloud! It’ll go faster if you help me out.” Jessie grinned, tapping her fingers against the counter as she waited. Her bright, eager smile was almost blinding, but Cloud barely glanced up.

“Pretty sure you can handle it yourself,” he replied, voice flat. He leaned against the counter, arms crossed, clearly content to just watch.

Jessie’s smile faltered, but she quickly shrugged it off, giving him a light nudge. “It’s cooking, not mission recon. Think you can manage that, Soldier Boy?”

His eyes narrowed at the jab, but he didn’t respond, just raised an eyebrow as if to say Really?

“Besides, you wouldn’t want to risk staining that tank top,” she teased, giving him a playful once-over. “Why don’t you take it off? You know… to keep things clean.”

Cloud rolled his eyes but finally tugged it off with a sigh, tossing it at her with a little more force than necessary. Jessie caught it and, without missing a beat, held out a frilly, pink apron in its place.

He looked at it like it was something that had crawled out of the slums. “You can’t be serious.”

“Oh, I am. You think you’re too cool, but you’re really just a softie, Cloud,” she sang out, grinning wider. “Now put it on.”

He stared her down for a moment, as if considering throwing it back, but then he slipped it on with an annoyed grunt, tying the string with as much disdain as he could muster.

“There,” she said, patting his shoulder. “Perfect. You’re officially my sous chef.” She handed him a knife and set a cutting board in front of him, tapping it. “Start with the peppers. Just think of it like… slicing up a monster, only way less gross.”

“Right,” he muttered, glancing down at the vegetables like they’d personally offended him.

She rolled her eyes, nudging him again. “Not too cool now, are you?”

“Cool enough to leave you to do this by yourself,” he deadpanned, though his hands were already reaching for a pepper.

Cloud turned his back to her, jaw clenched as he focused intensely on the chopping, hoping it would distract him from the faint heat creeping up his neck. But Jessie was relentless, and he could feel her closing in, her gaze practically drilling into his back.

"Come on, let’s see how cool you really are!” she chirped, the mischief unmistakable in her voice.

Before he could respond, he felt a swift tug at his waist—Jessie had grabbed his pants and yanked them down in one quick, startling motion.

“Jessie!” he barked, eyes wide, spinning around to pull them back up, but his hands missed as the waistband slipped lower, tangled around his knees. He stumbled backward, and before he knew it, he was on the floor with a heavy thud. His apron flipped up in the process, leaving him completely exposed.

For a beat, there was only silence.

Then Jessie’s face lit up, her eyes widening as she took in the sight, the realization dawning on her face. "Oh my god," she breathed, laughter bubbling out of her despite herself. "Cloud, are you—you're not even wearing any—?"

Cloud’s face flushed a deep crimson, and he scrambled to cover himself with the apron, every movement stiff with embarrassment. “Turn around,” he hissed, barely able to meet her gaze.

Jessie only grinned wider, clearly reveling in his discomfort. “Aw, what’s the matter, Mr. Too-Cool-For-Cooking? she cooed, barely containing her laughter. She crouched next to him, a teasing smile on her face. “Don’t worry, I’ll help you up… or maybe just make sure that apron’s nice and secure.”

With a quick motion, she wrapped his arms around his back and tied the apron strings tightly, effectively trapping him. Cloud’s cheeks flushed crimson as he squirmed, trying to regain some dignity. “This is ridiculous, Jessie!” he protested, glaring at her as his embarrassment mounted.

“Now you’re really ready for pizza duty!” she teased, stepping back to admire her handiwork. Cloud’s expression was a mix of anger and humiliation as he sat there, the weight of her playful mockery hanging in the air.

Jessie grinned mischievously as she effortlessly lifted Cloud to his feet, the pink frilly apron still clinging to him, leaving him feeling even more exposed. “You know, it’s kind of cute that you’re not wearing anything under this. I mean, what were you hoping for? An audience?” she teased, her laughter light and teasing as she spun him around.

Cloud’s heart raced at her words, his cheeks flushing a deeper shade of red. “Jessie!” he stammered, as he tried to regain his footing, but her grip on his tied hands kept him in check. “I didn’t think—”

“Clearly!” Jessie interrupted, stepping back to admire him, eyes sparkling as her smile stretched wider. She crossed her arms, looking him over with exaggerated approval. “Look at you, Chef Cloud! Taking your job in the kitchen so seriously!”

Her voice was laced with laughter, her tone teasing and relentless as she held his gaze, guiding him through the kitchen with her words like a puppeteer pulling strings. Cloud scowled, adjusting his apron with a grumble, but her grin only grew wider.

“Didn’t think my invitation to make pizza would turn into this, did you?” She laughed, her tone equal parts triumphant and amused. "Bet you thought you were here to help with the dough, not… strip down for the full cooking experience!”

Cloud’s face turned a deeper shade of crimson, and he glared at her, though the effect was weakened by his continued attempts to keep the apron in place. “Very funny, Jessie,” he muttered, shooting her a warning look that only seemed to fuel her amusement.

“Oh, come on!” she said, practically beaming. “This is way more fun than chopping veggies.” She tapped her chin, feigning deep thought. “Maybe I should’ve had you wear just the apron to begin with. Think of how much faster you’d move around the kitchen if you weren’t weighed down by all those clothes!”

Cloud struggled with the apron strings, and each time he twisted his wrists to free himself, the knot only tightened. Jessie took in his helpless state with a grin, her gaze never leaving his flushed face.

“Jessie, come on…” he muttered, his voice barely steady. Without his hands to shield him, he was left standing defenseless, caught in her playful trap.

“Oh, poor Cloud,” she cooed, stepping closer, eyes glinting with a mix of sympathy and mischief. “Are you feeling a bit… distracted?” She leaned in, her voice dropping to a teasing whisper. “Can’t think straight?”

His face heated up, and he dropped his gaze, struggling to find words. “I… yeah,” he mumbled, voice barely above a whisper. “I… can’t think straight. Not like this.”

She let out a soft, delighted laugh, brushing her fingers along his shoulder as she circled him, watching his jaw tense under her touch. A sly smile spread across her face. “Big, tough Cloud Strife can’t handle a little teasing?”

He swallowed, his cheeks blazing as he forced himself to meet her gaze. “It’s… more than a little.”

Her smile grew as she leaned even closer, her face inches from his. “And here I thought you were supposed to be the hero. But right now… you just look like my flustered little kitchen helper, totally at my mercy.”

He opened his mouth to respond, but the words stuck in his throat. His heart raced, his mind a whirl of jumbled thoughts, and all he could manage was a quiet, breathless confession. “I… I didn’t expect this.”

“Aw, that’s ok! I certainly did, now let’s make some magic happen!” she declared, moving him toward the different counter tops collecting pizza ingredients. “Or are you too busy being my little apron-clad assistant to help?”

Cloud couldn’t find the words anymore, lost in a whirlwind of Jessie’s mockery and the comfort of surrendering to the moment. “Just embrace it, Cloud,” she said softly, “You know you love being the center of attention.”

With his hands bound tightly behind his back by the apron strings, Cloud stumbled forward, awkward and unsteady, as Jessie guided him from behind with a gentle but unyielding hand. The tiny, frilly apron barely covered him, and each studdered step only seemed to amplify the flush on his face.

“Come on, Chef Cloud,” she said cheerfully, giving him a playful nudge that nearly sent him tripping over his own feet. His legs felt shaky, and he fought to keep his balance, each step a reminder of how utterly exposed he was.

Cloud’s head dipped, trying to avoid her amused gaze, but Jessie was relentless. “Having trouble?” she asked sweetly, her voice lilting with barely concealed laughter. She kept a firm hand on his shoulder, steering him across the kitchen like she was leading a clumsy, reluctant puppet.

A flush crept down his neck, his cheeks blazing as he tried to regain some semblance of control. But with each misstep and stumble, her hold over him tightened. Every move he made only seemed to strengthen the sense of power she had over him, and he couldn’t shake the humiliating feeling that he was completely under her command.

“You’re not going anywhere, ‘Chef,’” she cooed, leaning in close enough that he could feel her breath on his cheek. “But look at you—blushing like this, can barely get a word out… Do you know how cute you are like this?”

Cloud swallowed hard, his voice coming out as a shaky murmur. “I… I didn’t… expect…”

“Oh, poor thing, you keep trying to say that” she mocked, her fingers trailing lightly across his shoulders, igniting an involuntary shiver that ran down his spine. “Did you really think you could just come over here, stand in the corner while I fed you pizza, and that would be it? Oh no, no, no…”

She leaned in closer, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper, her breath warm against his ear. “But! I think you’ll like this so much more.”

He could barely look her in the eyes, his heart pounding as her words sank in. The playful, humiliating edge in her tone left him feeling so exposed, almost vulnerable in a way he’d never experienced.

Jessie tilted her head, observing his every reaction. “Look at you—squirming like some helpless little assistant.” She gave a low laugh. 

Cloud’s face burned, and he wanted to protest, but every word seemed to get tangled up in his head. He was utterly lost, trapped in this strange, embarrassing thrill she had wrapped him in.

“Not gonna talk back, huh?” she mused, clearly enjoying his speechlessness. “Guess I finally found the secret to making you obedient… Maybe I should tie you up in an apron more often.”

“I… I don’t…” Cloud’s voice was a shaky whisper, barely audible.

“Come on, spit it out, Cloud. Or are you too busy trying to process how good this feels?” Jessie’s teasing lilt was relentless, but there was a soft undertone beneath it, almost comforting in its playful control. “Let yourself enjoy it, okay? Just stop thinking so hard and let me guide you.”

His eyes widened, his breathing shallow as he realized just how much he wanted that. To surrender—to let her lead without thinking, without fighting. Jessie reached up, brushing a lock of hair from his face, her fingers lingering just a moment longer than necessary.

“Good boy,” she whispered, a smirk playing at her lips as she took his chin and tilted his face up to meet her gaze. The words sent a shiver through him, an involuntary, undeniable thrill of submission.

Cloud’s cheeks ignited with heat as he struggled to articulate a coherent thought, each attempt slipping into a tangled mess of sounds. Jessie’s laughter rang out, a melodic tease that cut through his confusion.

“Aww, you really can’t even form a sentence, can you?” she cooed, tapping her finger against her lips in mock contemplation. “And here I thought you’d be a bit tougher in the kitchen!”

He opened his mouth to protest, but the words tangled up again, lost in a garbled jumble. Jessie’s eyes sparkled with mischief as she plucked a bell pepper from the counter, an amused smirk dancing on her lips.

“Here, maybe this will keep you quiet,” she teased, and before he could react, she shoved the whole bell pepper into his open mouth. His eyes widened, crossing to focus on the bright vegetable lodged between his lips, an intense wave of humiliation crashing over him.

Jessie’s laughter bubbled up again as she watched him struggle, the bell pepper wobbling in his mouth. “Oh, look at you! You actually look kinda cute like this. But honestly, Cloud, even I’m a little embarrassed for you right now.”

His heart raced, face burning hotter as he squirmed, desperately trying to wriggle free from her grip. But with his hands tied behind him, he was entirely at her mercy.

“Guess this way, you don’t have to worry about talking anymore,” Jessie smirked, her fingers dancing along the edge of his tiny apron. “And I get to enjoy the view.”

Before he could process what was happening, she flipped the front of the apron up, exposing him completely. Cloud froze, shock rendering him motionless, his body overwhelmed with a mix of vulnerability and disbelief as she appraised him, her grin stretching wider.

“There we go—my little kitchen helper, all dressed up and fully… available.” She tilted her head, a mischievous glint in her eye as she took in the sight before her. laughter spilling from her lips and filling the kitchen with a lightness that only deepened his humiliation. She tilted her head, studying him with a curious smirk, a playful glint lighting up her expression.

“Oh, Cloud,” she purred, her voice laced with teasing delight. “I had no idea you were… so modest. No wonder you’re always trying so hard to look tough! Guess you really were compensating, huh?”

Heat rushed to Cloud’s face, a deep crimson flooding his cheeks as her words sank in. His body tensed, instinctively trying to shrink away from her gaze, but Jessie’s fingers clamped down on his chin, forcing him to meet her eyes. Her chuckle resonated in his ears, a sweet sound that only amplified his embarrassment.

“Aww, don’t be shy!” Jessie cooed, her voice dripping with mock sympathy as she took in the sight of him. “Look at you—Mr. Hero, all that stoic, tough-guy talk… and now here you are, completely helpless in my kitchen. All tied up and… well,” she let her eyes trail over him with a dramatic sigh, “let’s be honest, a bit underwhelming, aren’t you?”

She pouted exaggeratedly, her lips curving into a teasing smile. “I’m sure you’ve done a great job making up for it, though,” she continued, her voice laced with faux encouragement. “Just think—strutting around all cool and collected, only to end up like this.” She gave him a light tap on the side, chuckling as he squirmed under her gaze. “Doesn’t feel so heroic now, does it?”

Jessie crouched down in front of him, her eyes alight with mischief as she took in the few inches of his flustered state. She tilted her head thoughtfully, as if deep in analysis, and gave a soft, amused hum. “You know, Cloud… this does explain a lot,” she murmured, her gaze flicking to him and then back to her “inspection.”

He swallowed, unable to tear his eyes away from her, heat rising in his face as he stood frozen in place.

“Carrying around that big sword everywhere, trying so hard to look all tough and invincible…” Her voice dripped with playful condescension, her eyes narrowing as she looked him up and down. “Poor thing. No wonder you’re so cranky all the time.”

He bit down on the bell pepper stuffed in his mouth, a sharp, wet crunch breaking the silence as his jaw clenched tight, muscles straining with the effort to keep his composure. But Jessie’s gaze lingered, her scrutiny tracing over him with maddening precision, each second stoking something deep and unfamiliar within him. And just when he thought he could endure it, his body betrayed him, his arousal making his humiliation complete.

Jessie’s eyes widened in delight, her grin spreading as she took in the sight of him. A laugh bubbled out, full of mock surprise and amusement. “Oh, would you look at that!” she teased, her laughter echoing in his ears. “Seems like you’re really getting all worked up—and look, he’s even trying to stand up for you!”

She leaned in closer, barely holding back her laughter as she looked him over with a condescending smile. “How cute is that? My little kitchen helper’s putting on a show!”

Cloud’s face burned hotter than ever, and he turned his gaze away, mortified. She leaned in even closer, smirking as she watched his reaction. “Aww, don’t be embarrassed! I think it’s adorable

Cloud’s heart raced, the urge to protest bubbling up inside him, but the bell pepper lodged in his mouth stifled any sound. He stood there, fully exposed and utterly vulnerable, every fiber of his being throbbing with humiliation under Jessie’s watchful gaze.

She rose to her feet, bringing herself eye level with him, her laughter softening to a low, teasing murmur, yet still carrying that unmistakable edge. “Don’t worry,” she purred, her warm breath grazing his skin. “I’m sure you’ll still make a fine little kitchen helper.”

A smirk played at her lips as she leaned in, close enough for him to feel her presence entirely. She winked, her tone dripping with amusement. “Besides, at least now I know exactly what you’re working with.”

Her laughter rang out again, a melody of teasing that echoed around him, and Cloud felt himself slipping deeper into a mortified haze. Each mocking word washed over him like a wave, leaving him breathless and unable to think or speak, utterly surrendered to the playful torment Jessie expertly dished out.

She smirked, her grip firm yet playful as she spun Cloud around, her hands guiding his shoulders with a casual authority. He stumbled, his cheeks blazing a furious shade of crimson as he tried to keep his balance.

“Well… guess that little sausage won’t be needed anytime soon,” she teased, her tone dripping with mock disappointment as she adjusted the apron, covering him just enough. “Let’s keep our focus on the dough instead, shall we?”

With a gentle push, she eased him forward, bending him over the counter. Cloud gasped as his bare skin met the cool surface, a wave of vulnerability washing over him. His heart raced, and he could feel his face heat up even more, fully exposed with his hands still tied behind him by the frilly apron strings.

Leaning over him, Jessie placed her hands firmly on his shoulders, a soft chuckle escaping as she took in his flustered, helpless state. “Look at you,” she purred, voice dripping with amusement, “all laid out and ready to be my little helper.” Her tone was low and playful, a quiet taunt as she ran her gaze over him.

“If you wanted to help so badly, you could’ve just said so from the start!” she teased, smirking as he squirmed under her touch. “Now, if we’re going to make a proper pizza, we need to start with a good, firm base.” Her words lingered in the air, layered with suggestion, and she gave his shoulders a little squeeze, fully relishing her newfound control.

With a sudden, mischievous gleam in her eye, she grabbed a handful of flour and lifted it high, letting it rain down over his back. Then, without warning, she delivered a firm slap to his bare ass. The sharp impact made Cloud jolt, his body trembling in shock as a thin layer of flour dusted his skin, clinging to him like an embarrassing reminder of his current predicament.

“Perfect! See? That’s just the right amount of flour,” she laughed, reveling in the way he squirmed. “Now, you know what comes next in pizza-making, right? We knead the dough.” Her hands pressed against his hips, fingers sinking into his skin with just enough pressure to hold him in place. “You have to work it over and over, make sure it’s soft, pliable… and totally under control.”

Cloud’s head swam, his face tense as Jessie’s hands began to “knead” him, her fingers pressing into his skin in a mock demonstration. His jaw clenched, brows knitting together as he tried to hold himself steady, but each squeeze sent a fresh surge of heat rushing through him, his composure slipping little by little.

Jessie leaned in closer, her breath warm against his ear, her voice dropping to a playful whisper. “I think you learn better with a hands-on approach, don’t you?” Her fingers dug in just a bit more, and a faint, reluctant shiver betrayed him, his face flushed as he fought to hide just how much she was unraveling him.

“Mmmsie, haa…” he tried to mumble, but the words caught in his throat behind the bell pepper, lost in a mix of shock and embarrassment as her hands continued their slow, deliberate motions.

“Oh, I know exactly what you’re thinking,” she giggled, clearly enjoying his discomfort. “But not to worry, Chef Cloud. This is all part of the process. After all, every pizza needs a good, firm base—one that can take a little extra pressure.” Her fingers pressed down just enough to make him squirm, sending shivers through him as he struggled to hold still.

“See? You’re getting the hang of it already!” she teased, delivering another hard smack that left his skin tingling, her gaze sparkling with satisfaction as his body tensed under her touch. “We’ll get through all the steps together. You just have to stay nice and obedient for me.”

Cloud could only nod, his mind hazy with humiliation and a strange thrill coursing through him as she guided him through her own brand of “pizza-making.” 

A muffled moan escaped around the bell pepper wedged in his mouth as she continued her playful “kneading,” her hands pressing and squeezing his ass. Each touch sent electric shivers racing up his spine, and he squirmed against the cool countertop, feeling utterly vulnerable and completely exposed.

Jessie’s laughter rang through the kitchen, rich with amusement. "Oh, would you listen to that? Looks like this dough is… extra sensitive." She punctuated her words with a firm squeeze, coaxing another moan from him. His cheeks burned with embarrassment, the sound escaping his lips involuntarily, echoing off the tiled walls.

“Poor thing, you’re just too easy to work with,” she cooed, leaning in close, her breath ghosting over his neck. “You know, most dough doesn’t make these little noises. But here you are, moaning away… it’s almost like you’re enjoying this, Chef Cloud.”

His face flushed deeper, and he attempted to shake his head in denial, but all that came out was a muffled whimper around the pepper. Jessie chuckled, clearly savoring his helplessness. She ran her hand along his back, her weight pressing down on him just enough to pin him against the counter.

"Sensitive and pliable,” she mocked softly, her fingers tracing teasing circles on his skin. “Guess I’d better be careful with this dough—I wouldn’t want it to get too worked up, would I?”

With a swift flick of her wrist, she delivered another sharp smack, and Cloud jolted, a helpless moan escaping before he could stop it. His rear gave a soft, involuntary jiggle from the impact, the slight movement only adding to his embarrassment.

Jessie’s eyes sparkled with delight as she looked him over, feigning pity with a slow shake of her head. “Oh, just look at you,” she cooed, her voice dripping with amusement. “You’re the most responsive dough I’ve ever had in my kitchen—practically begging for every press, every squeeze…”

With a smirk, she slid her hands to his hips, giving them a firm grip as she nudged his rear upward. “Gotta help this dough rise, after all,” she teased, lifting him slightly and giving his cheeks a playful, jiggling shake. “Nice and thick, too—perfect for working with.” Her fingers squeezed again, and she laughed softly, clearly savoring every bit of his mortification. “Who knew my little kitchen helper would turn out so… moldable?”

Cloud squeezed his eyes shut, wishing he could vanish. Yet, with every humiliating touch, his body betrayed him, reacting to her playful control.

Leaning over him, Jessie’s voice dripped with playful cruelty. “Good thing you’re gagged with that pepper… We wouldn’t want the neighbors hearing my little kitchen helper getting all worked up over a simple pizza-making lesson.” As she spoke, she delivered another slow, firm knead, her hands relishing the way he squirmed beneath her touch.

“Well, Chef Cloud, I think this dough needs a bit more… attention,” she murmured. With both hands, she delivered a series of light, rhythmic pats to his cheeks, each gentle smack making his hips bounce slightly, his body responding despite his best efforts to stay composed. A helpless, wild whine escaped him, leaving him flushed and breathless, caught in a whirlwind of vulnerability and the thrill he couldn’t deny.

Jessie chuckled, her laughter low and full of satisfaction. “There we go—nice and responsive,” she cooed, watching him squirm. “You’re really just perfect for this, aren’t you? And to think, you didn’t even want to help at first.”

She picked up a bright green jalapeño from the counter, its glossy skin catching the light as she turned it over slowly in her fingers, a hint of mischief dancing in her gaze. She leaned in closer to Cloud, her voice dropping to a low, teasing whisper that sent a fresh rush of heat through him.

“You know, Chef Cloud,” she murmured, her breath warm against his cheek, “I like to add a little spice to my dough. It gives it… just that extra bit of flavor.” With a playful grin, she trailed the tip of the jalapeño along his exposed skin, the coolness of the pepper contrasting sharply with the warmth of his body as he squirmed beneath her touch.

Cloud's cheeks flared crimson, a helpless moan escaping around the bell pepper gagging him. Each muffled sound only seemed to fuel her amusement. Jessie brushed the jalapeño against him, barely pressing it to his sensitive skin, delighting in the way he flinched and trembled under her teasing.

“Aw, what’s the matter?” she cooed, her voice laced with mock sweetness as she held up the jalapeño, spinning it thoughtfully in her hand. “Is my dough feeling a little too… spiced up?” She brought the tip of the pepper just a fraction closer, her eyes studying his tense, wide-eyed expression with delight. Cloud squirmed, his breath catching, and a soft whimper escaped him, his entire body tensing as if bracing for what she might do.

Jessie chuckled, clearly savoring every moment of his panic. “Look at you, making all these big noises over a little jalapeño,” she taunted, her tone as light as it was wicked. “Aren’t you supposed to be the tough guy?” She let the pepper press a bit more firmly, holding it steady, each lingering touch making him feel her control. “Come on, Chef Cloud. Don’t tell me you’re scared of a little heat.”

Jessie brought the jalapeño even closer, hovering it just near his most vulnerable spot. Cloud’s entire body stiffened, his hips giving a slight, fearful shake as he tried to pull away, his breath quickening with panic.

She laughed, the sound low and delighted, watching his reaction with endless amusement. After a long, suspenseful moment, she gently set the pepper back on the counter, her grin widening as she noticed him exhale, visibly calming, though his legs wobbled beneath him, feeling utterly drained and useless.

Jessie’s smirk widened as she casually reached for the cucumber instead, lifting it up so it filled Cloud’s entire field of vision. His eyes went wide, the color draining from his face as he tensed, a strangled, muffled sound escaping from him around the bell pepper still stuffed in his mouth.

She gave it a slight twist in her hand, her gaze never leaving him. “Well, the jalapeño was far too small for this recipe," she teased, her voice low and deliberate. “We need something… much bigger."

Cloud’s body stiffened, every muscle straining as he struggled against the helplessness, the overwhelming dread of what she might do next. His hips shifted nervously, but there was nowhere to escape.

“Oh, look at you,” she taunted, waving the cucumber just out of reach, savoring his squirming. “All flustered over a little garnish, are we? You should be grateful I’m adding so much to this… recipe.”

She dragged the cool vegetable down his back, trailing it slowly along his spine, watching as he shivered beneath each touch. When she brought it lower, he tensed, his body going still as she pressed the edge against him, his muffled whimpers betraying his nerves.

Jessie leaned in close, her voice dropping to a murmur thick with mock tenderness. “You’re such a responsive little helper,” she purred, her breath warm against his skin. With a playful glint in her eyes, she began to slide the cucumber toward him, pressing it gently against him.

Cloud’s heart raced, a jolt of shock coursing through his body as she started to insert it. The sensation sent waves of tension through him, his whole form tensing and writhing under the unexpected pressure. He gasped, eyes bulging wide in disbelief as embarrassment flooded his cheeks, turning them a deep crimson that spread down to his neck.

Jessie had to work at it, her fingers gripping firmly as she applied steady pressure, each inch feeling like an eternity. The cucumber stretched him, a strange mix of discomfort and overwhelming sensation igniting a fire deep within him. He felt every inch as she pressed forward, leaving him breathless and overwhelmed, caught in the intoxicating swirl of humiliation and involuntary thrill.

He couldn’t hold back the helpless moan that escaped him, the sound echoing throughout the kitchen as he struggled against the overwhelming sensation. Droplets of saliva pooled at the corners of his mouth, sliding around the bell pepper and pooling on his chin, betraying his futile attempt to maintain some semblance of composure.

Each calculated movement she made pushed him deeper into a haze of confusion and desire, amplifying the heat coursing through him. The pressure, the fullness, it was all consuming, leaving him utterly at her mercy, vulnerable and exposed. The world around him blurred, his focus narrowing to her teasing smile and the way her fingers expertly guided him further into this bewildering experience.

Jessie’s gaze sparkled with delight as she watched him squirm, Cloud’s breath quickened, each gasp filling the air with tension. The weight of humiliation layered over the intensity of his sensations.

“Perfect,” Jessie murmured, stepping back to take in the sight of Cloud, the cucumber firmly in place, a mischievous gleam in her eyes. She gave him a swift, stinging smack, her fingers lingering on his skin just long enough to make him flinch and straighten up instinctively, his cheeks blazing with embarrassment.

“Oh, look at that,” she teased, her voice dripping with mock approval. “Already standing a little prouder for me, aren’t you?”

Jessie gripped the apron strings with one hand, tugging him up to his feet, while her other hand held the cucumber firmly, guiding him forward like a joystick. Each tiny adjustment she made sent him stumbling in the direction she wanted, his steps shaky and unsteady as she steered him toward the counter.

Cloud felt every small motion acutely, his body responding involuntarily to her touch as she manipulated him with precision. Each shift and tug left him painfully aware of his lack of control, his cheeks flushed in helpless embarrassment as Jessie grinned, delighting in how easily she could maneuver him with her new “controller.” Every misstep, every unsteady tremor beneath her touch only fueled her amusement, leaving him fully at her mercy, completely directed by her whims.

“Alright, let’s get you over here,” she said brightly, gesturing toward a new counter. “Can’t have my little helper slacking off.” She gave him a playful pat, chuckling at how he nearly stumbled.

“Worked up over just a few… extra ingredients,” she mocked, her tone rich with amusement as she tugged him along, his flushed face and rigid posture betraying his utter humiliation.

Cloud staggered forward, eyes glazed, every step a struggle as Jessie guided him around the kitchen with firm hands. His body was unsteady, legs trembling, barely able to keep up as the cucumber inside him kept him stretched and hyper-aware. Soft, helpless sounds escaped his lips, his flushed face betraying the dizzying mix of shame and helpless arousal.

Jessie glanced down, her smirk widening as she noticed the small bulge pressing against his apron. With a quick, teasing lift, she exposed him again, her laughter ringing out as he shrank under her gaze. “Can’t have my little helper messing up his apron, now can we?” Her words cut through his haze, each taunt only deepening his blush as he wavered, struggling to keep his footing.

She led him along, calling out cheerfully, “Everyone should know why I call you my little chef!” Her voice held a playful cruelty, every word twisting the knot of humiliation tightening in his chest.

With a mischievous gleam, Jessie leaned close, slipping the bell pepper from his mouth and letting him gasp for air, his breath ragged. Dazed and unsteady, he blinked up at her, still processing, as she tilted her head, her expression shifting to one of mock concern. “Oh, what’s wrong, Chef Cloud?” she cooed, her voice dripping with feigned sympathy. "You look like you’ve got something to say.”

When he opened his mouth, the words faltered on his lips, and Jessie let out a soft laugh. “Aw, you’re struggling, huh?” she purred, pretending to help him along, her words almost babying him. “Come on, now. Use those little words of yours—do you know why I call you my little chef?”

Cloud swallowed hard, his mouth dry. “B-Because… I’m…” His voice wavered, the humiliation making his throat tighten. But Jessie just leaned in closer, twisting the cucumber slowly, a subtle pressure that made his body jolt, forcing his words into a high-pitched squeak. “...because I’m little.”

Jessie’s grin widened as the confession left his lips, his voice barely more than a whimper. She hummed in satisfaction, savoring his embarrassment as his body gave an involuntary twitch, his cheeks flushing deeper, utterly betrayed by his own reaction.

“Exactly!” she shouted, clapping her hands together as if in over-the-top pride. “I knew from the second I met you that you’d be a real wizard in the kitchen! And now look at you, putting your whole self into the job. Really giving it your all!” She took a moment to laugh, the sound filling the kitchen as she leaned in, her eyes gleaming with delight.

“I mean, just look at you,” she continued, her voice dropping to a teasing purr. “I bet you’ve never felt so ridiculous in your life, have you?” Her hand gave a playful pat, emphasizing just how exposed he was. “I’m so happy I talked you into this—turns out you’re a natural at… well, taking directions like this.”

Cloud’s thoughts spiraled as he tried to grasp her words, his entire body buzzing with embarrassment. “J-Jessie… please…” he managed to whisper, his voice trembling, the heat radiating from his cheeks almost unbearable as he fought to keep his balance under her relentless teasing.

“Please, what?” she laughed, giving his backside a playful smack that sent him stumbling forward, his cheeks flushing deeper. “Please let everyone see just how little my little chef really is?”

She leaned in, her breath warm against his ear, each word dripping with mock sweetness. “With all that tough-guy bravado, who’d have guessed you’d end up like this? Were you secretly hoping to lose your pants out in the field?” She clicked her tongue, shaking her head with an exaggerated sigh. “I mean, really, no underwear? Though…” she eyed him with a smirk, “I guess I can see why you wouldn’t think you’d need em, nothing to really hold in place.”

Jessie swept her hand dramatically down his trembling form, savoring every sign of his vulnerability. Her fingers slowly traced along his back until they reached his backside, giving the cucumber a slow, deliberate twist. Cloud's knees buckled, a helpless whimper slipping from his lips as his eyes squeezed shut, his face burning with embarrassment.

“Oh, there it is again!” she cooed, her voice laced with amusement. “My goodness, you’re so sensitive. Looks like we’ve found our new… special ingredient.” Her chuckle was rich with satisfaction as his blush deepened, his whole body betraying him.

Jessie smirked as she roughly nudged the cucumber deeper, watching with delight as Cloud’s whole body tensed, his mouth forming a tight, shocked “O.” His eyes widened, and a flush of heat climbed up his neck as he struggled to keep his balance, his breath coming out in a shuddering gasp.

“There we go,” she murmured, amused by every helpless response. “Now, don’t be shy, little chef. Let’s hear how much you love helping me out here.” Her voice held a teasing edge, savoring every ounce of his embarrassment as he tried to find the words, his face a deep crimson.

Cloud swallowed hard, his heart racing, every nerve in his body on edge. “I… I love…” he stammered, his voice barely a whisper, thick with humiliation. Jessie’s grin widened as she leaned in, giving the cucumber another firm push that made his body jolt, his mouth dropping wide open in a soft gasp.

“Oh, don’t get shy now,” she cooed, guiding him with each word. “Come on, say it nice and clear—‘I love being your little helper,’” she prompted, pushing slightly again to draw out his confession.

Cloud’s voice trembled as he repeated her words, his humiliation nearly overwhelming. “I… love being your little helper…” he murmured, barely able to meet her gaze. But his body betrayed him, a telltale twitch of arousal responding to her teasing, growing more pronounced as her gaze swept over him.

Jessie chuckled, thoroughly pleased as she watched him struggle. “Oh, look at that,” she whispered with mock surprise, eyes dancing with amusement. “Seems like my little helper’s extra enthusiastic about his role.” She gave the cucumber another subtle nudge, making him shudder, his arousal giving another involuntary twitch as he tried, and failed, to hide his reaction. “Now that’s what I call some dedication!”

With a playful smirk, Jessie took hold of the cucumber still lodged behind him, and began guiding Cloud around the kitchen. Each step seemed to heighten his embarrassment, his cheeks burning as he stumbled along, fully exposed and entirely at her mercy. Jessie reveled in every shaky movement, savoring his vulnerability as she directed him with pride.

“There we go,” she murmured, keeping her tone light and teasing. “My little chef, right where he belongs.” She steered him effortlessly, basking in his mortification as he followed her lead, wholly surrendered and lost in the depths of his own humiliation.

Jessie grinned as she led Cloud back to the counter, her hand firm on his shoulder as she bent him forward, guiding his trembling form into place. With his arms still tied, his entire body was on display, his face flushed deep red, eyes averted in pure, helpless embarrassment.

“Great work little chef,” she murmured with a little pat on his back, letting her hand linger just long enough to make him squirm. She reached for the bowl of sauce, swirling her fingers in it, then began to trail it along his back, each cool drip rolling down his skin in slow, tickling trickles. "Time to add a little flavor to our dough," she purred, her voice laced with amusement.

The sauce spread along his back, pooling and sticking as she worked, and Cloud could barely keep steady, every nerve on edge. Jessie chuckled, clearly delighting in each shiver that coursed through him as she sprinkled a handful of cheese over the sauce, watching it cling to his skin.

“Looking good, little chef,” she teased, dragging her fingers down his back as she added more ingredients, the cool cheese a stark contrast against his warm skin. “All dressed up in sauce and cheese—what a snack!” She gave the cucumber a forced nudge, as if to keep him in place, his body tensing and releasing on its own accord.

"Such a good little helper," she cooed, her breath warm as she leaned close to his ear, letting her words sink in. "All laid out and ready. You must really love being my little chef, don’t you?"

His voice caught, a small, strangled sound escaping as she continued her slow, mocking touches, each word sinking him further into his dazed, helpless state.

Jessie looked down at Cloud, her eyes sparkling with mischief, a playful smirk dancing across her lips. “Okay, Cloud, now it’s time for that tiny sausage! But there’s a catch: no hands!” 

Her voice dripped with teasing intent as she guided him into position, her hands firm on his shoulders. She straightened him up off the counter, and he immediately felt the cool, sticky remnants of tomato sauce and cheese drip down his back, slicking against his skin and trailing down his sides. The sensation was strangely uncomfortable, as it slid lower, collecting at the curve of his lower back and dripping down his legs.

Jessie, unfazed, lined him up with the counter, making sure he was perfectly positioned. Her touch was assertive, guiding him into place as the weight of the situation pressed down on him, making every nerve in his body hum with awareness. When she took a firm hold of the cucumber, he felt a flush creep up his neck, his body betraying him in ways he couldn’t control.

She twisted and tugged on the cucumber, guiding him to find just the right angle. “Let’s see how well you can cook without your hands,” she urged, her tone mock-serious. “I know we can find that magic spot and you can share your secret sauce with us!”

A wave of embarrassment washed over Cloud as Jessie took control, tightly gripping the cucumber, each movement magnifying his awareness of her touch. She began to rock him back on the vegetable, while she shoved it forward, her rhythm a teasing push and pull until she discovered that sensitive spot. Laughter bubbled while she wiggled it relentlessly into that secret bundle of nerves. He squirmed, helpless to contain his body’s responses.

“Oh, look at you,” she taunted, her gaze gleeful as she watched his body react to her every movement. “I can tell this is a little too much for my little chef! That spot must be pretty tender, huh? But I know you’re just so eager to add your very own secret ingredient!”

She watched his reactions with delight, her laughter ringing out as she began to work him harder with the cucumber. Each thrust made his body shudder, and he quickly found himself losing control, she muffled his cries by quickly shoving the bell pepper back into his mouth. 

“Aw, looks like our pizza’s getting really hot, almost done!” she teased, her voice full of amusement as she continued to move him. “I knew you’d be sensitive, but this is just too good! Who knew my little chef would be so loud? We don’t even need a timer!”

Cloud’s face was flushed with embarrassment as he struggled against the sensations. Jessie leaned in closer, her breath warm against his ear. “You know, if you wanted to keep your secret ingredient to yourself, you should have thought twice before letting me have my way with you,” she mocked lightly, pushing him just a bit harder, her grin widening.

As she continued to work him, Cloud could feel the tension building, the embarrassment flooding his senses as he fought to hold on. Jessie’s laughter filled the air, each sound mixing with his muffled whimpers. “Come on, little chef! I want to see that secret ingredient come out! Show me how much you’ve been enjoying our little cooking session!”

With one final thrust, Cloud lost the last of his resolve, the pressure inside him finally breaking as he let out a muffled cry. Jessie laughed, clearly enjoying every second of it. “And there it is folks! I knew you had it in you!” she teased, a playful glint in her eyes. “Who would have thought my little chef was hiding such a secret ingredient all along?”

Cloud's limbs felt like overcooked noodles, his body melting against the countertop as he surrendered to the sensation. His breathing was shallow, every gasp a testament to his exhaustion. The world around him swirled in a hazy blur, and he struggled to keep his eyes open, each blink feeling like a weight lifting. Jessie’s laughter echoed in his ears, but it was muffled, distant, as he floated in a cloud of delightful fatigue, utterly spent and deliciously pliable under her touch.

“Oh, Chef Cloud,” she murmured, her voice a soft taunt, “looks like you’re leaving quite the… impression on my kitchen.” She chuckled, glancing down at the counter, noting how his secret sauce was everywhere.

As he stood there, dazed and red-faced, Jessie ran a patronizingly gentle hand over his shoulder, her touch exaggerated in a show of mock praise. “There we go,” she cooed, guiding him with a light nudge as he stood, all but useless, leaning into her support. “You’ve been such a big help today, haven’t you?” Her voice was sweet, almost indulgent, her eyes dancing with amusement as he shifted awkwardly under her hand.

Jessie’s eyes sparkled as a sudden, wicked idea formed, her grin widening as she took in Cloud's vulnerable state, leaning dazed and defenseless in her arms. She leaned in close, her breath warm against his flushed skin, murmuring in a tone dripping with playful intent, “Well, Chef Cloud, every good chef has to taste their work, right?” she teased, her voice dripping with mock seriousness as she held him steady, her gaze locking onto his.

Cloud's cheeks flared a deep crimson, the heat radiating from his face as he struggled to process her words. His entire body felt like lead, exhaustion weighing him down, and the pounding of his heart only added to the overwhelming sensation of embarrassment. He stared at her, his thoughts muddled, and for a moment, he wondered if he could muster the strength to resist her playful coaxing.

Jessie chuckled softly, the sound both teasing and encouraging, as she gave him a light pat on the shoulder that sent a ripple of warmth through him. “Come on,” she said, her smirk widening. “Think of it as part of the experience. A true chef always goes all-in!”

Cloud’s mind spun, teetering on the edge of surrender as he grappled with the notion. He felt utterly drained, his resolve slipping away like sand through his fingers, and he nodded slowly, barely able to hold himself upright. “Okay…,” he managed, his voice barely more than a whisper, the weight of exhaustion making him all too easy to convince.

Jessie leaned in closer, her smirk widening as she took in the way Cloud's eyes darted nervously, his cheeks burning a bright crimson. “That’s the spirit!” With a deliberate slowness, she dragged her finger through the mess he made on the counter, lifting it with an exaggerated flourish, savoring every moment of his torment.

"Open up, Chef Cloud," she cooed, her voice dripping with mock sweetness. "You put so much into this—don’t you want a taste?"

Cloud felt his face heat even more, his lips parting slightly in stunned hesitation. The exhaustion weighed heavily on him, and he struggled to find his footing as she tilted her head, a knowing glint in her eyes, edging her finger closer to his mouth, waiting for him to respond.

His heart raced, the intense humiliation knotting his stomach as he finally surrendered, opening his mouth with a small, shaky exhale. Jessie slid her finger past his lips, her smile wicked and triumphant as she held his gaze, drawing out every second of his discomfort. 

“Mmm, there you go. Bet that tastes so good, doesn’t it? Straight from your own little sausage… yum, yum.” she cooed

Cloud’s face burned hotter, his eyes slipping closed as he felt her finger press against his tongue. Each word she spoke sent another wave of submission washing over him, his mind blanking as he sank deeper, fully under her control.

“That’s it,” she murmured, her tone almost soothing but laced with unmistakable satisfaction. “Just like that, little chef. Taste every bit. Don’t you want to make me proud?”

He felt his resistance melt entirely at her words, his shoulders relaxing, his breathing shallow. Caught up in her mocking praise, he nodded faintly, too deep in the moment to do anything but follow her lead.

Jessie dipped her finger back into the remnants on the counter, scooping up even more before holding it up, watching Cloud’s dazed, submissive expression with a grin. “Open wide, little chef,” she purred, slipping her finger back between his parted lips. "Mmm, save some for the rest of us, now. Don’t get too greedy."

His eyes fluttered as her finger pressed onto his tongue, tasting every bit as she laughed softly. “Oh, wow,” she murmured with a teasing smirk, noticing his flushed cheeks and unsteady breathing. "Looks like you really like it, huh?"

Her words sank into him, each one making him feel smaller and more exposed. He gave a shaky nod, the last of his control slipping as she held him there, her mocking praise making his head spin.

Finally, Jessie guided Cloud back to the center of the kitchen, her hands firm yet gentle as she positioned him, every touch leaving him even more exposed. The pink frilly apron still doing very little to conceal his modesty, its fabric barely covering him and only emphasizing his vulnerability. His eyes were glazed over, breaths shallow and uneven, as he let her maneuver him without resistance, lost in a haze of submission.

Stepping back, Jessie tilted her head, surveying her work with a proud smile curving her lips. Cloud stood there, utterly vulnerable, a picture of helplessness as he surrendered completely to her.

With a slow, teasing motion, she reached down and gave the cucumber a final twist. His body shivered at the sensation, a soft whimper escaping his lips as his cheeks flushed even deeper, yet he remained still, completely slack in his posture. Jessie couldn't help but admire how cute he looked like this, a playful grin spreading across her face.

“Good boy,” she murmured, her voice a mix of teasing and genuine warmth as she gave him a light pat on his shoulder. “Stay right there. I’ll handle cleanup.” With a satisfied nod, she stepped away, leaving him in that vulnerable, unwavering stance, savoring the scene she had created and the power she held over him.

Jessie stepped back, admiring Cloud's submission with a satisfied smirk. As she began to tidy up the kitchen, she called over her shoulder, “You know, Cloud, you were right. You can just stand there and look pretty.”

At her words, he twitched slightly, a soft gasp escaping his lips as his cheeks flared with an even deeper shade of red. Jessie caught the reaction and giggled to herself, relishing in the way her playful teasing sent a fresh wave of embarrassment through him. She turned back to her tasks, her heart racing with delight at the sight of him, completely under her spell and utterly captivating in his vulnerability.

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Ramblings on Only Friends Ep. 2

Part 1/4

Again, public declarations/proposals my be-loathed

Cheum is really just here for the vibes and her friends' happiness and I love her for that

JENNY!! I mean P'YO!!! AND HER MAN!!!

This confessional is giving Reality TV vibes and I'm here for it. Although the series is fiction, it is depicting the very real lifestyles of many people in the world and it's honestly so refreshing

See? Sand gets it ... so lame

Aww, Ray ... sweetie

I'm just properly looking at the intro and god everyone looks so hot

You are so right Cheum — there is nothing hotter than someone doing or talking about something within their area of expertise

Not Mew and Top being different sides of the same coin — they both like the challenge; let's see who gives in first

Seriously, can we get Ray some help :(

Mew putting that emphasis on "my friend" oof

Ah, so Top definitely knows that Ray likes Mew

The start of Sand and Nick's bestie era; we love to see it

Mew, you're really after my heart — to tell the guy who's everyone's type that he's not YOUR type *chef's kiss*

Yes, getting Mew is about the chase and conquest BUT Top is a little out of his element bc Mew stimulates his mind AND his lions; he really ain't gonna know what hit him lol

Ray, sweetie ... why are you following this man? At this rate, you're never gonna beat the stray cat allegations

Yo 10,000 Baht is 281.21 USD???! — I would do it too for a check lol

Part 2/4

Can't even focus on the heated make out etc. bc those horns/antlers behind Nick's head were a terrible accident waiting to happen *shudders*

Nick is already so gooooone I just-

With the level of game Boston is spitting, Nick really didn't stand a chance

I want Sand's messenger bag; wonder if it'll be merch

Oooo I love the way they filmed Sand walking into Ray's sitting room; nothing like a good one-take scene

Ray's mom ... that explains so much :(

I guess this wakeboarding park is the new BL spot; first Wedding Plan and now OF lol

GO APRIL!!

Oh no Cheum :(

I'm sorry but Top diving into the water was ... LMAOOO

Gdi Boston! STAND TF UP!!! Top's not gonna pick you and no dick is worth losing a friendship over

Part 3/4

Did Boston climb the shower wall bc how the hell???

Gotta find that post that talks about red (stop), yellow (slow), and green/blue (go) being prominent colors in Mew and Top's relationship because it's really evident in this episode, ESPECIALLY in this cookie scene

Look at my boi Mew setting those boundaries iktr

Mutual mast rep? We love to see it!

But seriously Nick, I'm gonna need you to run baby

Yooo Neo's body is insane; I'm looking respectfully

Can WE see the monstera? We love a good plant tour on this side of the internet

Leaving a hot girl to go home with a hot guy; Sand is winning either way esp considering this super playful vibe Ray is putting on

Part 4/4

Sleeping pills? AND a tragic backstory?

Ngl I thought he was lying too lol ... still kinda think he's lying, but I'll let it go for now

Okay maybe he isn't lying; look at the way he's holding Mew :'(

Is that Ray and Mew in the picture? And what's with the tense, sinister bg music? Whatchu plottin' Boston?

Pansexual rep? We love to see it!

As I said last week, lighting cigarettes as a form of foreplay

Who knew a cigarette smoke kiss could be so life-changing; I am a new person

That little voice in First's head must've been going crazy during this scene lol

AND YOU'RE GONNA KEEP WANTING ME??? IKTR

At this rate, Khaotung's tattoo needs to get a separate check for it's role in this series

Oh Sand, sweetie ... the fire started when you lit that cigarette and you started playing with it the moment you accepted that smoke-filled kiss *deep sigh* you're in too deep now baby (both literally AND figuratively)

Next week is gonna be insane; see you then :)