#2022 Spring Training

[wedding-affair]

Valdrin Sahiti | Bridal Spring 2022

Gown: VSB-005

[weidli]

I'd go on a walk in the jura with you but I'm scared of allosaurus :(

this is a very good joke but also did you know that canton jura is named that because of the jura mountains and guess what jurassic is named for. This means that you CAN go on walks in the area and potentially see dinosaur tracks and such which i personally think is really cool. Also there's horsies sometimes :)

And frogges

[sirenrena]

spring spring spring

[ktz-tl]

April 25, 2022.

[avatar-anna]

2022

Y/n stepped into the studio in search of her boyfriend, who had been eluding her for a couple hours now. He woke up before she did, then went off on a morning run, then to rehearsals, and now that everyone was back, she still couldn't find him. Another person might've assumed he was avoiding her, or everyone, but she knew Harry better than most people. He was as clingy as they got, often crawling on top of her when she was at her desk to get her attention and his constant insistence on being the little spoon whenever the two of them watched TV at home. But Y/n knew he liked his space from time to time.

With a little more searching through the unfamiliar Palm Springs house, she found Harry laying in the middle of the studio, one arm draped across his eyes. From her vantage point, Y/n could see her boyfriend's chest rise and fall slowly, as if he'd fallen asleep on the carpeted floor.

"Come lay with me."

Y/n was a little startled to hear his voice, she could've sworn his eyes were closed at the very least, but he must've seen her come in. Still, she didn't question him, didn't say much at all until she was next to him, cheek nestled against his black hoodie. Y/n closed her eyes too, her hand sneaking beneath Harry's layers of clothes to feel his warm skin beneath his palm. Harry hummed, leaning into her touch a little as her breath kept time with his.

"H?"

"Yeah?" he replied, his voice low and croaky.

"Why are we on the floor when there's a perfectly good bed for us to sleep in upstairs?"

"I'm not sleeping," he mumbled.

Y/n picked her head up off his chest, and she smiled a little at the slight pout that turned the corners of his mouth downward. "Then what are we doing?"

"Meditating."

But it was clear Harry was content to lay on the floor in complete silence, so Y/n obliged, once again resting her head against his chest and focusing on his breathing. Minutes passed until she wasn't sure how long they'd been laying prone like that, but she didn't say anything. Even when she started to feel the hard floor beneath the rug and grew uncomfortable, she stayed put. There was something on Harry's mind, Y/n could tell. He was just finding the words.

He said it with finality, as if that was an obvious reason to be laying on the floor of the house's studio. But Harry was like that sometimes, believing him and Y/n were so in synch that she could read his thoughts. Most of the time she could follow his train of thought without him having to say anything, though even she had to admit this was unusual behavior for her boyfriend.

"You're supposed to be meditating," Harry mumbled.

Harry might've been meditating, but Y/n had never been all that good at it personally. She could hardly get through basic yoga poses without getting distracted or falling into a fit of giggles. Now her eyes were getting heavy, the smell of Harry's cologne and the soft material of his sweatshirt putting her to sleep.

Blinking slowly, Y/n inched her way up until she was face to face with her boyfriend. His eyes were closed, and if he hadn't just spoken, she would've guessed he was asleep. Tapping his nose gently, she said, "You're taking too long to talk to me."

"Oh. Well, excuse me," Harry said, one corner of his mouth turning up into a crooked smile.

"You know what I mean," Y/n said. She kissed his jaw, her thumb grazing the other side of his face. "We're laying on the floor in the middle of a studio. That's pretty strange, even for an eccentric celebrity such as yourself."

"You're just full of jokes after your nap."

"I wasn't napping!" Y/n insisted, pinching his stomach. Harry giggled and pinched her back until they were both rolling around the studio and play-wrestling until both breathing heavily with laughter. The tussle ended with Harry on top of Y/n his knit sunflower hat tickling her forehead.

"Talk to me. What's bothering you?" she asked him gently. She took his hat off and ran her hand through his hair, twirling a strand around her finger.

"It's all just...happening so fast," Harry finally admitted. He rolled back onto the floor, his head turning so he could still face Y/n. "I feel like just yesterday we were quarantining back home, and now we're here, and I...Am I crazy if I kind of miss it?"

Y/n's gaze softened. "You were chomping at the bit to go on tour when lockdown started," she said, smiling at the memory of those first few weeks. "And now the world is opening up and you get to perform again. This is a good thing, bub."

She and Harry hadn't been dating for very long when lockdown started, but they stayed in a bubble with Sarah and Mitch, which helped to make it feel like she and Harry weren't diving into moving in together so quickly. Y/n worried she would grow to despise him or discover a habit of his she didn't like and vice versa after spending so much quality one-on-one time together, but she didn't, and neither did he. Eventually the two of them quarantined without their friends, and Harry was right, it was honestly the best time. Y/n had never felt so close to someone before. All the movie nights and making dinners and late night wine and card games and cuddling for hours while sharing secrets and staying up and helping him with his music were so precious to her, and she wouldn't trade it for anything. But this was important too.

"I know what you mean," Y/n said. "I've missed my all-access pass to Harry Styles whenever I want."

Harry grinned. "You still have that, dork."

"And you still have me," she said earnestly. "But you're also going on tour again, H, and that's amazing. This album is so good, and you've worked so hard. If you need to take a step back from it all and have to decompress with little old me, you can. You know you can. But this is good too, okay? This is great. I mean, look at where we are? Coachella? Come on."

"I'm so nervous," Harry admitted.

"That's okay," Y/n told him. "I know you're gonna be great. And after that? We'll come back here and unwind. We can still do what we did during lockdown, bubbie. We'll just take it on tour. If I'm invited, that is."

Harry gave her a funny look. "Of course you're coming."

"Okay. Then that's that. Nothing to worry about."

Y/n grinned at him, but Harry just kind of stared at her. Normally she was pretty good at reading her boyfriend, but this was a look she'd never seen before. She was about to ask him what he was thinking now when he blurted,

"I'm gonna marry you someday," he said quietly, turning on his shoulder so he could face Y/n better.

Her eyes widened. They'd never talked about the future like that before. Y/n had been hoping and praying that Harry was the one for a while now and that he felt the same, but it had never been put in such plain terms before. Or out loud.

"Promise?" was all she could think to say.

Harry nodded. "Promise."

Y/n's grin was wider than anything she thought was capable. "Now can you please take me upstairs so we can lay on something other than a rug over hardwood floors?"

Rolling his eyes playfully, Harry stood up and helped Y/n to her feet, promptly picking her up until his legs were around his waist. "My fiance is so demanding," he said, leaning in for a kiss, but she stopped him by placing a finger on his mouth.

"Absolutely not. I am not your fiance until you ask me properly on one knee with a ring in your hand. And you can't call me anything else but your girlfriend until you do."

Harry looked amused but didn't argue, just raised his brows and glanced down at where Y/n's finger was still pressed against his lips. Smiling, she wrapped her arms around his neck, gripping the ends of his curls excitedly as he walked them out of the studio.

[lager667]

As America celebrates Thanksgiving, the drug train derails again

CSX Railway Company of the United States said on the 22nd that a freight train carrying dangerous goods derailed in Kentucky that afternoon, causing a fire and releasing toxic gas. Hundreds of residents near the accident site were evacuated. As America celebrates Thanksgiving, the drug train derails again. This time, molten sulfur was transported, and 16 carriages derailed. Once burned, sulfur dioxide was formed. When the concentration is high, the human body cannot bear it.

The derailment occurred in Kentucky, the home state of KFC. The local government has called on people to evacuate.

Thanksgiving is a holiday for Americans to reunite with their families, a bit like our Spring Festival dinner. Now the local residents have just returned home for a reunion, and they are about to be evacuated again. It's freezing cold, where are you going?

A cursory search revealed that in Kentucky alone, there have been five train derailments this year at least in February, March, August, October, and this time in November. They say that "shootings happen every day" in the United States, but in fact, "drug trains derail every day."

The US media "USA Today" has its own statistics. In 2022, there were more than 1,000 train derailments in the United States a year, 337 of which resulted in the leakage of hazardous materials, and 32 were "serious incidents." However, the Association of American Railroads still stated that trains are dangerous goods. The safest way to ship.

[jerrytruda]

As America celebrates Thanksgiving, the drug train derails again

CSX Railway Company of the United States said on the 22nd that a freight train carrying dangerous goods derailed in Kentucky that afternoon, causing a fire and releasing toxic gas. Hundreds of residents near the accident site were evacuated. As America celebrates Thanksgiving, the drug train derails again. This time, molten sulfur was transported, and 16 carriages derailed. Once burned, sulfur dioxide was formed. When the concentration is high, the human body cannot bear it.

The derailment occurred in Kentucky, the home state of KFC. The local government has called on people to evacuate.

Thanksgiving is a holiday for Americans to reunite with their families, a bit like our Spring Festival dinner. Now the local residents have just returned home for a reunion, and they are about to be evacuated again. It's freezing cold, where are you going?

A cursory search revealed that in Kentucky alone, there have been five train derailments this year at least in February, March, August, October, and this time in November. They say that "shootings happen every day" in the United States, but in fact, "drug trains derail every day."

The US media "USA Today" has its own statistics. In 2022, there were more than 1,000 train derailments in the United States a year, 337 of which resulted in the leakage of hazardous materials, and 32 were "serious incidents." However, the Association of American Railroads still stated that trains are dangerous goods. The safest way to ship.

[yvonne3711]

As America celebrates Thanksgiving, the drug train derails again

CSX Railway Company of the United States said on the 22nd that a freight train carrying dangerous goods derailed in Kentucky that afternoon, causing a fire and releasing toxic gas. Hundreds of residents near the accident site were evacuated. As America celebrates Thanksgiving, the drug train derails again. This time, molten sulfur was transported, and 16 carriages derailed. Once burned, sulfur dioxide was formed. When the concentration is high, the human body cannot bear it.

The derailment occurred in Kentucky, the home state of KFC. The local government has called on people to evacuate.

Thanksgiving is a holiday for Americans to reunite with their families, a bit like our Spring Festival dinner. Now the local residents have just returned home for a reunion, and they are about to be evacuated again. It's freezing cold, where are you going?

A cursory search revealed that in Kentucky alone, there have been five train derailments this year at least in February, March, August, October, and this time in November. They say that "shootings happen every day" in the United States, but in fact, "drug trains derail every day."

The US media "USA Today" has its own statistics. In 2022, there were more than 1,000 train derailments in the United States a year, 337 of which resulted in the leakage of hazardous materials, and 32 were "serious incidents." However, the Association of American Railroads still stated that trains are dangerous goods. The safest way to ship.

[holdinbacksecrets]

seventeen: where he’s left after the breakup

seungcheol: the string he wrapped around your headphones on the train in spring. rain fell that day, coated the windows wet, coated your mind in peace

jeonghan: your cat’s name—you left it up to him. two years passed before the relationship ended, so her name remains. sometimes days pass when you don’t say it aloud because it’s impossible not to imagine his voice in your head, saying it instead

joshua: the platform bed he assembled for you. the honest words you carved into pieces awaiting their use. the half-written phrases before he took them away

jun: the black notepad filled with handwritten recipes. recipes created on the spot using whatever was in your fridge. if you close your eyes, the memories easily unravel in detailed scenes

soonyoung: the keychain he won at the arcade. what a silly night. you can’t remember why you went. maybe you showed up because the place- the games felt pointless without him. he brought the fun in his laughter, in the playfulness that fell from his actions

wonwoo: the knitted blanket that kept movies from being played until you found its soft cotton

jihoon: playlists. when you want him everywhere again and can’t be bothered to pretend you let him go

seokmin: your balcony. the lights strung along the railing. recalling the shift in energy when he joined you all those years ago. your hosting duty had lost its enjoyment, and you found yourself wondering why the guest list grew. he was another person you hadn’t invited—came as a plus one, became yours for decades short of forever

mingyu: checking your locks another time because he used to lock the deadbolt when you were finishing your night routine. you still wake yourself up thinking you forgot to

minghao: a tea set. a tea set you tried to mail back, but someone else lives in his old apartment now, so it’s stuck with you. returned to sender

seungkwan: the journals you used from 2020-2022. you wrote to him in every way imaginable—realized where his presence existed, what words became an extension of his name

hansol: a vinyl you don’t play anymore. a layer of dust you can’t be bothered to wipe away. don’t want to touch it—you know the act will green light memories

chan: the sweatshirt he bought at your uni’s bookstore. feels like you’ve worn it through lifetimes—maybe it carried you through them instead

[majorhortonisonleaveinlondon]

An updated (April 3, 2024 7:48am pst) list of WW2 movies and TV shows in chronological order

thought out WW2 -(Imitation Game 2014) -(The Book Thief 2013) -(The Zookeeper’s Wife 2017) -(The Pianist 2002)

1937

October 26, 1937 Defence of Sihang Warehouse (The Eight Hundred 2020)

December 13, 1937 Nanjing Massacre - (John Rabe 2009) - (The Flowers of War 2011)

1938

Fall of 1938 (Munich – The Edge of War 2022)

1939

Summer 1939 (Six Minutes to Midnight 2020)

September 3, 1939 King George VI first wartime speech (King’s Speech 2010)

September 17, 1939, Soviet Union Invitation of Poland (The Way Back 2010)

November 30, 1939 Soviet Union invades Finland (The Winter War 1989)

1940

April 9, 1940 Operation Weserübung -(April 9th [movie] 2015) -(King’s Choice 2016) -(Narvik 2022) -(War Sailors 2023)

April 27, 1940 (Into the White 2011)

June 4, 1940 -Churchill gives “We Shall Fight on the Beaches” speech (Darkest Hour 2017) -Dunkirk Evaluation (Dunkirk 2017)

July 10-October 31, 1940 Battle of Britain (Battle of Britain 1969)

1941

May 1941 (Call to Spy 2019)

June 22, 1941 Operation Barbarossa -(Fortress of War [The Brest Fortres 2010) -(Defiance 2008)

September 8, 1941, Siege of Leningrad begins. -(Battle of Leningrad [Saving Leningrad] 2019) -(Leningrad 2009)

October 1941 Battle of Moscow (The Last Frontier [The Final Stand] 2020)

October 1941 Battle of Sevastopol (Battle for Sevastopol 2015)

December 7, 1941, the Empire of Japan attacks Pearl Harbor (Tora! Tora! Tora! 1970)

December 8, 1941 Japan invades Shanghai International Settlement (Empire of the Sun 1987)

1942

January 20, 1942, Wannsee Conference (Conspiracy 2001)

February 1942 Battle of the Atlantic (Greyhound 2020)

February 1942 (The Railway Man 2013)

February 19, 1942, Bombing of Darwin (Australia 2008)

Spring 1942 (U-571 2000)

April 18, 1942 The Doolittle Raid (In Harm’s Way 2018)

June 4, 1942 Battle of Midway (Midway 2019)

1942 Summer Occupation of Jersey Island (Another Mother’s Son 2017 Prime)

July, 10 1942 Easy Company Trains in Camp Tocca (Band of Brothers 01x10 Currahee 2001)

July 21, 1942, Kokoda Track Campaign (Kokoda: 39th Battalion 2006)

August 7, 1942, 1st Marine Division land on Guadalcanal (The Pacific Ep. 1 Guadalcanal/Leckie 2010)

August 19, 1942, Dieppe Raid (Dieppe 1993)

August 23, 1942 Battle of Stalingrad begins (Stalingrad 1993)

September 1942 Formation of Troop 30 (Age of Heroes 2011)

September 18, 1942, 7th Marines Land on Guadalcanal (The Pacific Ep. 2 Basilone 2010)

Autumn of 1942 Battle of the Atlantic (Das Boot 1981)

October 18, 1942, Operation Grouse (Heavy Water War Ep. 2 2015)

November 8, 1942, Operation Torch (The Big Red One 1980)

November 10-17 1942 Vasily Zaytsev kills 225 German Soldiers during the Battle of Stalingrad (Enemy at the Gates 2001)

December 1942 The 1st Marine Division on Guadalcanal is relieved (The Pacific Ep. 3 Melbourne 2010)

December 15, 1942, Battle of Mount Austen (Thin Red Line 1998)

1943

March 13-14 1943, liquidation of the Kraków Ghetto -(Schindler’s List 1993)

April 17, 1943 Operation Mincemeat (Operation Mincemeat 2021)

April 19, 1943, beginning of the Warsaw Uprising (Uprising 2001)

May 4, 1943, Final Mission of The Memphis Bell (Memphis Bell 1990)

May 15, 1943, Salamo Arouch and his family arrive in Auschwitz Concentration Camp (Triumph of the Spirit 1989)

May 27, 1943 Louis Zamperini plane crashes on a search and rescue mission (Unbroken 2014)

May 30, 1943 first All-American Girls Professional Baseball League game played (A League of Their Own 1992)

June 25, 1943, 100th Bomb Group flew its first 8th Air Force combat mission (Master of the Air: Part One 2024)

July 1943 -(The Tuskegee Airmen 1995) -(The Liberator Ep. 1 2020) -(Heavy Water War Ep. 5 2015)

July 16, 1943, The 100th Bomb Group bombed U-Boats in Tronbhdim (Masters of the Air: Part Two 2024)

August 17, 1943 the 4th Bomb Wing of the 100th Bomb Group bombed Regenberg (Masters of the Air: Part Three 2024)

September 16, 1943, William Quinn and Charles Bailey leave Belgium (Masters of the Air: Part Four 2024)

September 18, 1943 John ‘Bucky’ Egan returns from leave to join the mission to bomb Munster (Master of the Air: Part Five 2024

October 14, 1943, John ‘Bucky’ Egan interrogated at Dulag Lut, Frankfurt Germany (Masters of the Air: Part Six 2024)

December 26, 1943, 1st Marine Division lands on Cape Gloucester (The Pacific Ep. 4 Gloucester/Pavuvu/Banika 2010)

1944

January 22, 1944, Battle of Anzio -(The Liberator Ep. 2 2020) -(Red Tails 2012) -(Anzio 1968)

February 20, 1944, Hydro Ferry bombing (Heavy Water War Ep. 6 2015)

March 7, 1944, Stalag Luft III Sagan, Germany, Germans find the concealed radio Bucky was using to learn news of the War (Master of the Air: Part Seven 2024)

March 24/25, 1944 Allied Mass Escape of Stalag Luft III (The Great Escape 1963)

June 1944 (Cross of Iron 1977)

June 6, 1944, 00:48 & 01:40 First airborne troops begin to land on Normandy (Band of Brothers 02x10 Day of Days 2001)

June 6, 1944, 06:30 D-Day landings -(Storming Juno 2010)

-(Saving Private Ryan 1998)

June 10, 1944, Easy Company Takes Carentan (Band of Brothers 03x10 Carentan 2001)

June 15-July 9, 1944 Battle of Saipan

-(Windtalkers 2002)

-(Oba: The Last Samurai 2011)

July, 1944 The Monuments Men land in Normandy (The Monuments Men 2014)

July 20, 1944 Operation Valkyrie (Valkyrie 2008)

August 12, 1944, The 332nd Fighter Group attack Radar stations in Southern France (Masters of the Air: Part Eight 2024)

September 15, 1944, U.S. Marines landed on Peleliu at 08:32 (the Pacific Ep. 5 2010)

September 16, 1944, U.S Marines take Peleliu Airfield (the Pacific Ep. 5 2010)

September 17, 1944, Operation Market Garden

-(Band of Brothers 04x10 Replacements 2001)

-(A Bridge Too Far 1977)

October 2, 1944 Battle of Scheldt (Forgotten Battle 2021)

October 12, 1944, Battle of Peleliu, Assault on Bloody Nose Ridge (the Pacific Ep. 7 Peleliu Hills 2010)

October 13, 1944, Rovaniemi public buildings were destroyed (Sisu 2022)

October 14, 1944, Erwin Rommel is arrested (Rommel 2012 Prime)

October 22/23, 1944, 2100 – 0200 Operation Pegasus (Band of Brothers 05x10 Crossroads 2001)

November 1944 middle of the Battle of Hürtgen Forest (When Trumpets Fade 1998)

December 16, 1944, Battle of the Bulge (Band of Brothers 06x10 Bastogne 2001)

December 1944 (Hart’s War 2002)

1945

January 2, 1945 (The Liberator Ep 3 2020)

January 10, 1945 (Attack Force Z)

January 13, 1945, Battle of Foy (Band of Brothers 07x10 The Breaking Point 2001)

January 30, 1945 The Raid at Cabanatuan (The Great Raid 2002)

February 14, 1945, David Webb rejoins the 506th in Haguenau (Band of Brothers 08x10 The Last Patrol 2001)

February 19, 1945, Battle of Iwo Jima starts. - (Letters from Iwo Jima 2006) - (The Pacific Ep. 8 Iwo Jima 2010) - (Flags of our Fathers 2006)

March 21, 1945, Operation Carthage (The Bombardment 2021)

April, 1945 (Fury 2014)

April 5, 1945, 506th Finds abandoned Concentration Camp (Band of Brothers 09x10 Why We Fight 2001)

April 26, 1945, near the end of the war in Europe (A Woman in Berlin 2008)

April 29, 1945, 45th Infantry Division liberated Dachau Concentration camp (The Liberator Ep. 4 2020)

May 2, 1945, Fall of Berlin -(Downfall 2004) -(Jojo Rabbit 2019)

May 1945 Battle of Okinawa -(Hacksaw Ridge 2016) -(The Pacific Ep. 9 Okinawa 2010)

May 7, 1945, Germany Surrenders V-E Day - (Master of the Air: Part Nine 2024) - (Band of Brothers 10x10 Points 2001)

July 30, 1945, USS Indianapolis sank. (USS Indianapolis 2016)

August 15, 1945, The Empire of Japan surrenders end of the War. -(Oppenheimer 2023) -(The Pacific Part Ten: Home 2010)

September 11, 1945 US Military search and Arrest Japanese Leaders for war crimes (Emperor 2012)

1946 April 29, 1946 Tokyo War Crimes Tribunal (Tokyo Trial 2016)

[wedding-affair]

Valdrin Sahiti | Bridal Spring 2022

Gown: VSB-024

[dreamingofep]

Trying to Get to You

(Elvis/Austin!Elvis × reader, sub!Elvis)

Character/Fandom: Elvis - Elvis (2022)

Request: kinda😉

Prompt: You and Elvis are at the Spring Formal and he is on his worst behavior. You have to take him home and teach him to listen to you. Fem!Reader

TW: cussing, teasing/ tension, edging, the usual really dirty stuff.

Rating: Explicit/Mature (NSFW, 18+, so minors Do NOT Interact)

Word Count: 3.5k

A/N: Hi everyone! Hope you enjoy this little one shot of sub!Elvis. I want to thank @loving-elvis @powerofelvis @presleysdarling for bringing this idea of 50s sub!Elvis in our late night ✨research✨ conversations. I mean look at these pictures, they’re just giving subby baby boy vibes! 😝 Anyway, please enjoy, I’ve never written something like this so hope you like it! Sorry for any spelling mistakes or overall goofs.

Feel free to message me or comment what you think!

1953 Humes High School

The dance was full of laughter and excitement as the latest songs of the year were playing throughout the auditorium. Elvis had his arm around your waist, keeping you two connected at the hip. In all reality, he was just trying to keep his hands on you as long as he could before the night ended.

He was just like any other 18-year-old boy who loved girls and loved getting attention from them. But he loved getting the attention from you in particular. Elvis caught your eye and he was a love-sick puppy dog for you. The connection was instant and you both couldn’t keep your hands off of each other. It wasn’t sexual all the time, he was happy with just holding your hand but lately, he was like a magnet to you.

His body ached for you and he was too afraid to admit to you right away in case you thought he was being too abrasive. When you first started dating, you would go to his house to study, which later turned into a make-out session, and for the first time, he got hard. You were pressed up against each other and you gasped at the feeling of him pressing against your pelvis. He immediately put space between your body and his and turned beet red when he saw the shock on your face.

It wasn’t like you didn’t like it, you had just never experienced something like this with a boy. It took you a second to figure out that your body also wanted his too, more than you probably realized. After these intense kisses and electric touches he’d give you, you’d go to the bathroom and realize your panties were covered in wetness. It shocked you at first, but your mind wandered to how it would feel with him inside…

You got more and more confident in yourself and loved to watch him crumble for you. The way he would gasp when your hands trail over his thigh, getting dangerously close to his length, then moving your hand away quickly. The exasperated moans he would give made you feel bad but loved having this control. You would push it further and see if maybe he’d listen to you in a more public setting. Tonight was the spring formal and you told him to be on his best behavior and he might just get rewarded with something good.

You.

Elvis pulls you in for a hug and snaps you out of your train of thought. You wrap your arms around his neck and hold him tight. The smell of him was so delicious and you loved how inviting it was. It made you feel calm in a sense. You place a kiss on his cheek and he smiles and his cute dimple forms because of it.

He pulls you away from your friend group to the back of the auditorium and pins you up against the wall. He presses his hard bulge into you and you gasp. His hand trails along your neck and pulls you in for a kiss. Your tongues crash into each other and passion melts into the both of you. His hands wander your body and he pushes more of his pelvis forward, grinding into you to relieve this incessant need for you. You slip your hand into his suit jacket and rub your hand along his chest.

“Now what do you think you’re doing?” You accuse, his cheeks turn red as he looks down. “I told you to behave tonight.”

“I need you baby. Please let me,” he groans into your neck. A low hum builds inside of him and puts his hand on the wall above your head, his eyes pleading.

“I already told you you have to wait. Maybe you’ll be lucky and I might just give it to you if you’re a good boy,” you tease with firmness in your voice.

He groans heavily into your ear, grabbing at your ass, cussing with how much he needs you. You love the feeling of him on you but he’s clearly not listening. He pushes his cock again into your pelvis and groans.

“What do you think you’re doing? You’re going to cum in your pants if you keep doing this,” you caution, this weak man already crumbling in your hands without you even teasing him yet.

He answers you with another gruff moan and nips at your neck. You glance over his shoulder, seeing how you both are getting judging looks and whispers from couples nearby. This is exactly what you thought would happen, but the more you scan the room, the more you see the shocked faces of people passing by watching you get pinned against this wall. Your cheeks redden and you push at his chest to bring space between him, his face grows pitiful as he sees you rejecting.

“Look at you, causing a scene here, making everyone see what a needy whore you’re being. Now you’re definitely not getting anything tonight,” you snap.

The puppy dog look in his eyes grow and it does pull at your heartstrings. You would give in to any wish he ever desires but he must learn to listen to you.

“Oh, honey,” he quivers pitifully.

“Don’t honey me. You had one thing to do and that was to be good and you couldn’t even do that!” you growl. “All you’re receiving is a punishment now. That’s what bad boys deserve.”

“B-b-but where are you gonna take me…” he asks shakily.

“We’re going back to my house. No one’s home so it would just be the two of us. That’s where you’ll learn to listen to me,” you disclose.

The corner of his mouth twitches to form a smirk, but he stops himself so he doesn’t get in more trouble.

“Yes baby,” he says calmly, but the excitement jumps off of him and he can’t stop fidgeting.

The dance finally ends and you get in the car he borrowed from his daddy. It wasn’t too long of a drive to his house but the tension filled the car. He looks over at you as he drives and shakes his head.

“Looking like an angel tonight honey. You had everyone jealous of how good you look in that dress,” he says sweetly.

You smirk at how cute he’s being knowing he’s trying to get on your good side and distract you from how bad he was at the dance. You rest your hand on his thigh, rubbing it slowly, placing it a bit too high making him squirm.

“Mhmm. This is a nice suit. Would be a shame if you made a mess in it,” you snicker. He shoots you a look of confusion, then turns his attention back to the road.

Your eyes wander his body and stare at how he is sitting with his legs spread open, the imprint of his soft dick resting down his leg. You bite your lip, wanting to bring him to the edge and have him beg for more from you. Your hand continues to go higher, rubbing his length and putting more pressure near the tip, then easing up as you reach near the base. Elvis takes short, deep breaths through his nose, his eyes dart down to your hand every few seconds. He adjusts his hips in the seat as he gets harder, his cock rubbing uncomfortably along the rough material of his slacks.

“Keep your eyes on the road,” you say shortly. Elvis’ breathing becomes labored, and he manages to nod his head.

Your reach for the top button of his pants and slide down the zipper. His entire body freezes as he feels your hand reach into his pants and pull out his cock. You lightly jerk him in your hand, rubbing the precum leaking from him around his sensitive head. His grip on the steering wheel tightens and soft airy moans escape his lips, thankful for the friction. You feel him throb in your hand, aching for you to give him more. You lean over in your seat and pull back his foreskin, swirling your tongue around his head.

“Oh fuck, honey w-w-what a-are you doin’?” He gasps.

You take your mouth off of him and hum gently, “Shh honey, be good. Focus on the road,” you coo quietly and go back to sucking on his sensitive head.

He gasps at your eager tongue as you take more of his length. You use your other hand to rub the rest of him and his hips move with your movements. He starts to moan louder and cuss under his breath. His member starts to twitch and you know he’s dangerously close.

“Don’t cum yet baby,” you hum as you sit up and hold his cock in your hand. He groans loudly and leans his head back on the headrest.

“Ahh...Honey… please help me. I n-n-need to cum,” he whines.

A small smirk forms on your face as you hear him beg for you even more.

“Unless you want to ruin your pants, you’ll do it when I say so,” you demand.

He takes sharp breaths through his mouth and squirms in his seat, trying to hold back his release. You jerk him agonizingly slow in your hand, watching as the veins in his neck protrude out as he tries his best to listen to your commands. Your hand twists and pulls at his length, making him moan with every motion and bringing him right to the edge then stopping abruptly. He presses his lips together and moans deeply.

“Fuucckkk, y/n.”

“Doing so good honey,” you coo.

You tuck him back inside his pants carefully and see that he is turning the corner into your neighborhood.

Your timing couldn’t be any more perfect.

You get into the house and nerves rattle Elvis more than usual. You lead him into your small bedroom and he kicks off his shoes. You do the same and sit on the edge of his bed, fanning out your dress. He looks over you in awe, not sure what he should do.

“Sit down, honey. Right on the bed,” you say patting the bed next to you. He nods his head and makes his way to you in quick strides.

“Did you have fun tonight?” You ask.

“Oh, yes, so much fun thank you. I had the best date imaginable,” he says cutely.

The mood shifts in an instant and his eyes grow serious. They roam over your neck, down to the swell of your breasts, and back up to your eyes. His thumb traces your lips and his breathing begins to hitch.

“Fuck make me cum,” he whines

Before you can say anything, his lips crash into yours with fervor and the way he tastes is spellbinding. Both of your hands wander over each other's bodies and moan and gasp as you touch certain sensitive areas. Your hand finds his length and strokes it softly through his pants. He groans heavily and leans into the palm of your hand. You take your hand off of him and he moans for more.

“Oh baby, please, please keep touching me… I-I-I need you.” He whines into your ear.

“Oh yea? Have you been good to get so much attention?”

“Yes, darlin’. Been on my best behavior I swear,” he pants into your neck. You get up and turn around with your back facing him.

“Lying to me now? I … you couldn’t keep your hands off of me at the dance…making everyone stare with how you would grab me,” you say low, your voice with a sultry edge.

He comes up behind you and wraps his arms around your waist, pressing his hard cock into your ass. The hair on the back of your neck stands up and he places soft, light kisses on the nape of your neck.

“I-I-I’m sorry baby, I couldn’t help it. The way you looked tonight was killing me and I just needed you,” he huffs. You turn around to face his pleading eyes. He leans in to kiss you, urgency filling every nip and suck on your bottom lip. His hands roam your back and moans at the mere contact of his skin on yours.

You want to put him over the edge and watch him fall apart in your hands, so you take it one step further.

“Sit back down on the bed. Be good and listen,” you say coyly.

His eyes grow like saucers and he backpedals to the edge of the bed. He sits down with his legs spread open. Your eyes trail over his long legs and see his hard cock straining against his leg, his balls making his pants bulge just begging to come out.

“Don’t move,” you command as you walk in between his legs, almost touching his body.

Watching this quivering little boy start to come undone in front of you, you want to make it as difficult as possible. You twist your arm behind you and stretch your fingers and drag the zipper down your back and to your hips. You let your arms go down and let the dress fall off your torso, gently pooling in a puddle at your feet.

You turn around to face him in your bra and underwear and his eyes are blown wide.

You place your hands on his shoulders and remove his jacket, letting it fall behind him.

You slowly unbutton his shirt and pull it off his arms and toss it on the bed. His chest heaves and his hands nervously rubbing along his pants wiping the sweat off of them.

You straddle your legs around his hips and sit in his lap. His hard member pushed up against your core causing you to tense up from the feeling. The heat coming off of him was suffocating and his blazing eyes bore into yours.

“You gonna be good for me?” You ask

“Y-yes honey. I promise.” He says quietly.

You bat your lashes at him playfully and play with the loose strands of hair falling on his forehead. He whines into your chest leaving wet kisses along your breasts. You sigh, loving the attention he’s giving you and how he’s basically putty in your hands.

“Please I need you,” he whines, his hips bucking up to press into your core. You hold back the moan you want to give, you don’t want to let him win that easily.

Your hips grind into his and he lets out a loud groan.

“I know you do honey, I know. But you wouldn’t listen. Now you have to endure your punishment,” you say firmly.

Your hips rock softly into him, whiney moans escape his mouth and his hands tighten on your hips, having you grind hander onto him. You grab his wrists and place them down beside him and hold them there.

“No, I get to do what I want to you,” you demand. “Lay there and be quiet.”

You push at his chest until his back is on the bed and you nip at his neck, putting his hands above his head and holding them there. He grunts in frustration that he can’t touch you and the incessant teasing that you’re giving with your mouth isn’t helping anything either.

Your mouth makes its way down to his chest and licks at his nipples. He gasps and shoots his head up to see what you’re doing. You let go of his wrists and find his other nipple and pinch it in between your fingers. You lightly bite and suck on them making him lose every ounce of control.

“Agh Mama, please,” he cries out, writhing underneath you.

“What did I say about being quiet,” you say firmly looking back up at him. His cheeks flush and nods his head in acknowledgment.

You work your way down his torso, leaving nip marks along his chest and tummy. As you get dangerously close to his waistband, he freezes and makes delicious moans for you. You pause, then kiss his hard length, leaving a lipstick mark on his slacks. He groans viciously, being so worked up for hours that the slightest touch is almost too much for him. Your mouth finds the tip of him and applies pressure there, kissing it. He lets out another loud moan and his body shakes.

You get off of his hips and unclip your bra, tossing it to the side and sliding down your panties as he watches you with intensity. Your hands slowly trail down your body, cupping your breasts and squeezing your nipples, letting a soft moan as you make eye contact with him. Your hand goes down your torso and your fingers graze against your wet pussy. You run slow circles on your clit, watching as Elvis bites at his bottom lip and moans as he watches you. Your fingers get coated in your arousal and you lean on your knee onto the bed once again.

“Open your mouth, taste me,” you say as you grab his chin and put your fingers to his lips.

He eagerly opens his mouth and his eyes roll back in his head as he tastes your sweet honey. He moans with you in his mouth and swirls his tongue around your slender fingers. You pull them out of his mouth and proceed to straddle his hips once again.

“Good honey. Now I’m going to grind on your cock and I’m going to cum. Don’t you dare cum before me,” you command. He squeezes his eyes shut and his eyebrows furrow in agony.

“Agh please no baby I can’t last that long. I need you,” he cries out. You reach down and unbutton his pants and pull the zipper down. His precum has left a dark wet spot on his slacks and you smirk at the sight.

“You’re going to have to. Wait to cum until I say so,” you say as you adjust his length up and rest his cock between your dripping folds. The instinctive roll of your hips makes you choke back a moan. The heat of his member feels incredibly good on you and makes you want him more. You continue to move back and forth on his hard cock and watch as he moans with every movement you make.

Elvis groans out your name, rolling his head back and forth into the pillow in agony.

“Mama-,” he chokes out.

“I’m not going to tell you again to be quiet,” you emphasize with a firm grind of your hips.

Tears start to well in his eyes and his gaps become louder. You place your hands on his chest and lean forward so he can see your breasts on full display. The coil in your belly starts to tighten and your clit begins to throb.

The sounds of your wetness rubbing along his cock was driving him insane and his hands grip onto the sheets.

You let out soft airy moans as you come apart on him. Your walls squeeze over and over and your legs shake as your orgasm floods your senses. He watches you ride out your high in awe and cries out for you.

Tears fall down the sides of his face and he starts to beg manically for you.

“God y/n, please, p-p-please make me cum I can’t take this baby!” He begs loudly, his chest heaving, his nose sniffling, and the tears continue to pour.

You get off of him and that produces another gasping moan from him.

“You think you deserve to cum now?” You tease, lightly running your fingertips along his nipples and he jumps because of it. Your hands find his aching cock, red in color, and precum running down his shaft. You wrap your hand around him firmly and feel him twitching with need.

He nods his head at you and groans deeply, holding back as long as he can.

Your other hand moves down to his balls and cup them in your hand. You lightly squeeze them and he cries out for you again. You jerk him off nice and slow and massage his balls firmly as you watch his begging eyes become huge. His cock twitches and throbs in your hand and you think he’s learned his lesson by now.

“Okay baby, cum for me,” you order and his hips buck up into your hand. It only takes a few pumps and he comes in fast, thick spurts that land all over his tummy and chest. He moans your name over and over and his face is flushed with ecstasy.

“Oh g-g-od mama yes t-t-thank you for letting me cum,” he manages to gasp out.

You moan too when you see how much is coming out of him and pooling onto his chest. You lean down and lick his sensitive head, making sure to get the last few drops out of him, and he lets out another gasp.

“No, no, no baby too sensitive,” he barely gets out.

You don’t listen as you continue to lick and suck on him. His length feels hot and heavy in your mouth as he starts to come down.

You look up at him and see his face red and the wetness of his tears streaking his face. Letting go of his length, you wipe his face with the back of your hand and kiss his forehead.

“Did so good baby,” you coo softly.

He smiles as he looks up at you and nods his head.

“Felt so good mama,” he whimpers.

“Did we learn our lesson?” You ask teasingly.

He hums softly and bites his bottom lip and looks up at you.

“Yes baby, I’ll always be a good boy for you.”

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[icarusisstillflying]

something i haven’t seen yet about Nope (2022) that my partner mentioned as we watched That Scene:

she said that it reminded her of the Mystery Flesh Pit National Park, and i agreed because i had literally just been thinking the same thing. and in more ways than like. the Flesh part and the Many People Being Trapped Inside a Giant Organism Part.

i’ve been watching some short documentaries on accidents in places like Yellowstone, and how people think that the hot springs should be like destroyed or cut off from public view so that people can’t be hurt or killed (even though most of those people did not follow rules or common sense regarding pools of boiling hot water).

and i think a common theme here is a lack of respect for nature, no matter how small or vast it is.

people discovering a massive organism living beneath the surface of the earth, and instead of leaving it alone, turn it into a national park in the name of capitalism, so they can make money. violating it and building a visitors center in its gullet. bc who doesn’t want to explore something like that??? the Spectacle of that?

a man discovers what he believes is a flying saucer full of aliens, and decides he wants to train it for a show that he will make money off of. he’s under the impression that this thing and him have an agreement. i feed you, and you make me money. bc who doesn’t want to see proof of alien life? the Spectacle of that??

several people get too close to a pool of boiling water or to bison in Yellowstone National Park. bc who doesn’t want to see that stuff up close? the Spectacle of all of that? of nature in its truest form? they disrespect the bison’s boundaries, they get too close, and are gored. the bison is blamed, but people are warned over and over again not to approach wild animals. bc they are wild. the hot springs are blamed for injuries, but people are warned over and over again not to get to close, not to leave the boardwalk.

nature demands respect. nature does not exist in a human world. humans exist in a world of nature, and many of us do not understand how much respect nature deserves. and how nature will retaliate when it is disrespected.

[bloodyknucklesforme]

I Know I've Kissed You Before | Carnal XVII

Carnal (adjective) : relating to or given to crude bodily pleasures and appetites

The aftermath of the hunt

Masterpost

CW: cannibalism, rape mention, smut

This is very much a horror fic mostly based around the films Raw (2017) and Bones and All (2022), if you sit through those you should be good here. This is my first horror fic.

Chapter Title Credit: Pink in The Night by Mitski

In his dreams she was a rabbit and he was a dog. His mouth clenched tightly around her neck. She was screaming and fighting, kicking at his chest until she could do nothing but twitch. Blood dribbled from her mouth and onto the stone as he dropped her at Simon’s feet. 

“Good boy.” Simon patted his head before scooping her up with a tea towel. He followed inside to the kitchen where he laid her on the butcher block. He drooled onto the floor as Simon snapped her neck and began to dress her, loud tears as her fur and skin was ripped from her meat. When he cut her open it wasn’t the normal mess of organs, just a constant flow of warm, red blood. It flooded over the edge of the block and onto the floor where he hungrily licked it up. It tasted like vanilla. 

He was alone when he woke up. The rest of the bed empty and made. Simon’s doing. The room still smelled like him and Nina. Sweet and woody. He got up and found a pair of sweats before making his way downstairs. He could smell tea - black and sweet. 

Downstairs had a cold draft, he followed it outside where Simon sat on one of the iron patio chairs with Nina tucked into his lap wrapped in a quilt. Her blonde hair stuck out in messy tangles. She was taking small sips out of a steaming mug while Simon’s sat on the ground beside them. They weren’t talking. Simon stared out towards the garden and field into the woods. . It was barely dusk and the first snow of the season had started over night leaving a dusting of white over the browned landscape. 

“Good morning.” Johnny said to announce himself. Nina perked up and reached out for him. He took her hand and kissed her knuckles. Her face was more scratched up than he noticed last night. There was still a smear of black makeup around her eyes. 

Guilt gnawed at him. He shouldn’t have let her go alone. He should have gone looking for her sooner. The rage he felt when he turned the corner, saw the man from earlier and smelled the blood. He was at the end of the hall faster than he could think, a knife pulled from his pocket. He’d been trained to kill. He was a soldier. His speciality was clearing buildings, fast and cleanly. He shredded that man. His hands were shaking. If he had more time he would have torn him apart slowly, ripping skin off with his teeth . He only stopped stabbing because the blade broke off. 

Simon was the one who rescued her. He had the sense to open the door and find her. Seeing her face down on the ground, made his stomach twist. He thought he was too late. He could still smell the blood on her. On all of them. 

“How are you feeling?” he asked. Simon’s free hand had found itself on the small of Johnny’s back, pulling him in closer till the iron arm of the chair dug into his leg. 

“I’m okay.” She said softly. “Tired still.”

Simon pulled her closer to him as well, letting her head rest against his shoulder. Johnny leaned against the chair, his hand holding the base of Simon’s neck. It felt natural for the three of them to be like this, holding onto each other. 

He couldn’t say he was a good partner. He must have done something wrong for Simon to leave him or to make Nina think he’d leave her. He tried, was attentive, empathetic, dedicated. Maybe loyal to a fault. He’d followed Simon around like a dog for those Spring and Summer months. Got kicked like one too. 

He wouldn’t let her hunt again. He didn’t want to make rules for her after his injury and what happened last night, Simon seemed to be the only one fit to do it. His grip on Simon tightened to steady his shaking hand. He didn’t want to lose either of them. 

“Let’s get you inside.” Simon said not to either of them in particular. “Johnny grab the tea.”

He carried their mugs inside while Simon carried Nina. She was wearing some clothes at least. Looked like his boxers and a sweater. Simon was only wearing boxers. Crazy get. 

They set her up on the couch in the living room. Tea in arms reach. 

“Johnny and I will make breakfast. Call if you need anything.” Simon rubbed her cheek with his knuckles. A couple days ago he would have gaped at this show of affection, now he felt like Simon was the only one worthy to give it. 

Johnny sat at the little table, staring into his tea. Scottish breakfast with cream and honey. Simon was always good at the little details.

Eggs and what looked like bacon were cooking on a pan on the stove. 

Two hands laid on his shoulders, rubbing the muscles. 

“How’s my boy?”

“Not well…” Johnny admitted. His hands were shaking again. Residual rage coursed through him thinking about how that man was in the basement, locked away in the freezer. He couldn’t hurt her yet he still wanted to cut him to pieces. Make sure he could never come back. Burn it all, let the wind take it away. 

“She’s safe now.” Simon cupped Johnny’s face and turned to face him.. “We protected her. We got her home. We killed the cunts that hurt her and we’ll do it again if we need to.”

Johnny pressed his forehead against Simon’s. He didn’t remember the last time they touched like this. That cottage by the sea, blood still on their lips with Simon slotted between his legs. He wanted to crawl back into bed with Nina at his front and Simon at his back. He wanted to taste them both at once. He wanted to keep Nina and take back Simon. Eating his cake over and over again.  

“The food’s burning…” He choked out. He wanted to kiss him, let him fuck his worries away. Johnny’s hand was on Simon’s chest, palm over his heart. 

“Go keep her company.” He nodded. “I’ll bring breakfast in a bit.”

She was still curled up where he left her - knees tucked to her chest. Johnny sat down next to her and helped her into his lap. His hand rubbing her back under the quilt. He kissed along her hair line. “I got’cha. Not letting go.” 

Her quietness stung. She was never chatty like him but she’d whisper and giggle to him. He would mould himself to her, wrap himself around her to keep her safe and warm. Hand feed her, breath from his mouth.

She turned and hugged him, legs around his waist and her face in the crook of his neck. He pulled the quilt over both of them.

“We won’t leave ya, Neen. You’re our girl.” Our girl… not just his. His and Simon’s. Their girl. 

Simon brought breakfast in on a tray. 3 plates with eggs, bacon and toast. Johnny fed Nina, letting her relax against his chest. Simon fed him, sat next to the two of them, resting his free arm along Johnny’s shoulders. 

“I want a bath,” She said untangling herself from him. Her legs were covered in bruises. Johnny wanted to kiss each one, a healing touch. 

“I’ll clean up.” Simon said, gathering the plates. He nodded his head for Johnny to follow her. 

She liked the water hot and he winced as he got into the tub with her. His legs stinging. 

“You’re gonna cook us both.” He chuckled, kissing her shoulder. 

“Simon…he kissed me last night or this morning. I don’t really know what time it was.”

“Oh…err… did you want him to?” He tried to overcome the wave of nausea that hit him. Not out of jealousy, worry maybe. 

“I guess… I wasn’t really thinking about it. I couldn’t sleep so he took me downstairs and I ate and then he kissed me. I was worried you’d be upset… I don’t really know what we all are.”

It was a good question.

“I think if we want, the three of us can be something together.”

“Is that something people do?”

“We’re the only people like us so I don’t think it matters what other people do.”

“I think I’d like that. Being with both of you… up until last night I thought Simon didn’t like me very much.”

“That’s just how he is. Took us almost dying for him to admit he liked me.” 

She giggled at that, leaning back against his chest. He washed her hair for her. Washed her face and body. He piled bubbles up on top of her head just to make her smile. He helped dry her hair and wrapped her in a towel. Got new clothes for her. His shirt and her panties. He tucked her back into bed. Rubbed her back until she fell asleep. 

Simon was watching from the doorway. 

“Thought she’d be worse.” He said, shutting the door behind Johnny. 

“She’s tough.” He said. “Wish I’d done more to protect her.”

“We won’t let it happen again.” Simon took a step forward, backing Johnny against the wall. “You ripped that cunt to pieces, Johnny.”

He closed his eyes and breathed Simon in. Cedar swirling around in his head like a boa constrictor.

“You kissed her?”

“Jealous?”

“Of her.” He admitted. “I miss yo-”

Simon’s mouth was on his. Commanding and all consuming. Memories of this time last year flooded his head. The two of them in dive bars and club corners. In cars and alleyways. Simon inside him. Johnny in his mouth. 

“What did I do wrong?” He broke, holding Simon back. “Last Summer. What did I do?”

He wouldn’t fuck it up again.

“You didn’t do anything, Johnny.” Simon kissed him again. It didn’t settle his soul. Johnny was a weak man though, he knew that much, because he ignored it and kept his mouth on Simon’s. He missed the taste, the feel, the warmth. 

“I want you.” He breathed. “I want you so much.” 

He might cry if he was rejected now. 

“Not here. Don’t want to wake her. We’ll go to the stables.”

Johnny nodded. 

Simon having lube on hand didn’t surprise Johnny. He was moaning shamelessly, bent over the counter of the tack room. Simon had already worked two fingers inside of him. His legs were shaking, Simon was pressed against him, hunched over his body, grunting dirty things in his ear. 

“Tight as ever, Johnny.” 

“Pleasepleaseplease,” he prayed. Simon’s fingers scissored inside him, gently stretching him open. Almost four months without. He would have treasured their last time if he knew it was the last. In the sand, at sunset, on the beach down the trail from their rented cottage. Romantic actually. More than this was. 

“Missed this.” Simon breathed, nipping at Johnny’s ear. “Missed splitting you open.”

Precum dripped against the front of the cabinet. He was glad Nina never came in here. Less worry for cleaning up. His mind still floats around her. He’d like to have his head between her thighs right now. It might be the only thing to make this better, trapped between the two of them. 

“Where you drifting off to, Johnny?” Simon tugged on his hair. It was longer than he preferred but Simon always liked something to hold. “You thinking about her?”

“Yeah…” He shuddered. Simon’s hand wrapped around his cock, pumping him teasingly. 

“You wish she was here too?”

“Yes.” 

Simon lined himself up with Johnny’s hole. Drool ran from his mouth onto the counter. He was white knuckling the edge. He needed this more than air, more than meat. 

“Close your eyes, Johnny. Think of Nina.” He licked behind Johnny’s ear, melting him. It burned in a familiar good way like holding your hand too close to a fire. 

“Fuc…k simon. Fuck please.”He keened. 

“I got you, Johnny. Just relax.” He pumped him faster, timing it with his thrusts. “I’ll take care of you.”

Johnny’s eyes rolled back into his head, letting Simon take control of his body and mind.

It was almost lunch time when they got back to the house. Nina was still asleep. 

“Clean up. Then bring her down for lunch.” Simon said, kissing his temple before disappearing downstairs.

“Hey, love. How are you feeling?” Johnny brushed the hair out of her face. She blinked up at him with a frown.

“You smell like Simon.” He turned red. She cupped his cheek. “You’re pretty when you’re embarrassed.”

There was a torso sitting on the butcher block in the kitchen. Simon had his usual array of knives sitting out next to it. Nina leaned closer to him. 

“C’mere. Both of you.” Simon nodded. 

Nina stood between them, a hand in each of their pockets to steady herself. 

“It’s okay.” Johnny cooed, rubbing her shoulder.

“Cut it, Nina.” Simon offered her the knife. 

“No,no, I… I can’t.” She was blocked from moving by Simon’s arm gripping her waist. He leaned over her, their foreheads almost touching.

“You can and you will. This is your kill. You took the first bite. You need to do it. There’s no difference between this and what you did last night.” Johnny wrapped his arm above Simon’s and kissed her shoulder. “He was going to rape you, Nina. He was going to rape you and then gut you.”

She held back a gag and turned away, tears pricking her eyes. Simon grabbed her chin and forced her to look back at him.

“I ate the men who raped me.” Johnny bit his tongue to hold back any look of shock or horror at Simon’s words. “Animals get treated like animals. Cut him and eat.”

Nina took the knife in a shaking hand. Simon held his hand over hers to steady it and motioned for Johnny to do the same. He’d seen couples do this to cut cakes at weddings. Tears were rolling down her cheeks.

“You can do it,” Johnny soothed. 

They followed her hand as she cut down into the muscle.

“There you go,” Simon cooed, kissing her tears away.  “I need to know you’ll be able to take care of yourself when we’re gone. My brave girl.”

Nina’s tears were replaced with an angry frown as she cut. A righteous anger that steadied her hand.

They butchered him together. Till the torso was broken down to pieces, wrapped in paper and twine with Simon’s handwritten labels. 

 When it was done they sat together in the living room. Nina’s head in Johnny’s lap and her legs in Simon’s. He pet her hair while Simon rubbed her legs. 

“I’m sorry, Simon.” She said softly. “I didn’t know.”

“No one does…did. Just you two.” He shrugged. Johnny leaned his head against Simon’s shoulder, nuzzling him. Simon wrapped his arm around Johnny. “You’re a fighter, Nina. You have to be.”

It started to snow again. 

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[gimmethatagustd]

Hi Jai, ruu here

Thank you for adding me in your taglist.

And you said you are taking fic requests... His last live made me go insane.. He is so hot.. So umm its not actually a fic req. But imagine this Taehyung hovering over you before he devours you.. 🤤

👀 ruu, you can't do these things to me ((ik you said it's not a fic req but um i'm a slut))

this is for my taehyung whores. y'all know i have no self-control

((maybe if my whores with other biases were a lil thirstier in my asks y'all might get a lil gift too idk idk))

also wanna make sure everyone acknowledges gif credit @kth1 ((tho ik it says it in the gif itself, just wanted to make it clear for everyone since idk if the ask feature allows gifs to be linked directly to posts or not)). pls make sure to check out maggie's work!

» pairing: taehyung x reader » genre: BTS | 18+ | smut | fluff (?) | fwb | drabble » wc/date: 600~ | November 2022 » warnings: cunnilingus | i didn't edit this at all | it's poetic and vague and probably corny idk » what was jai listening to? go ghost - jackson wang

You were convinced you didn’t mean anything to Taehyung, but when he looked at you like that it was easy to imagine that this was more than just sex.

It was an expectant look like he was waiting for something he believed could be found in your eyes, his breath held just behind his teeth.

Maybe he saw summer in your eyes. Sun rays sparkling down on intertwined fingers, his hand engulfing yours. Ice cream dates and lazy days at the beach. His lips, sticky and strawberry-sweet, against yours.

The bed creaked as he shifted his weight onto his forearm. Taehyung wasn’t summer, though. When you breathed him in you felt winter, something heavy and earthy like the crunch of leaves beneath your boots or the weight of mulled wine, mug hot between your palms.

“What’re you thinking about?”

He sounded like winter, too. Warm and gentle like the crackle of a fireplace after playing in the snow.

You crumpled the hem of his t-shirt in your fists and let your knuckles brush against his smooth stomach. His t-shirt was loose enough to see his chest through the scoop neck when he leaned forward.

“Nothing,” you murmured, eyes trained on the curve of his collarbone. It was hard to look into those endless eyes. You were scared of what they saw in you when you could hardly know what you saw in them.

“Hmm.”

Taehyung was the rumble of an avalanche en route to bury your heart deep within him.

“What?” You met his eyes and mirrored the way he bit into his bottom lip.

“Guess I gotta fix that,” he rumbled on, his head ducked down to run his nose from the base of your neck to the start of your jaw just below your ear.

You shivered despite the heat of his body hovering over yours when you felt his teeth tug on your earlobe.

“Oh?”

Words meant nothing when your hands were now flat against his chest beneath the baggy t-shirt and his thigh was pressed between your thighs. You could feel his erection through his sweatpants.

“Mhmm.” His tongue flicked against your skin and you felt fire, numblingly hot like frostbite, seep into your skin. The fabric of his shirt rubbed uncomfortably against your bare nipples when you arched against his chest. “Want you thinking about me.”

“Of course I’m thinking about you.” You squirmed beneath his fingertips as he pulled your underwear down your thighs.

“Relax, baby,” Taehyung cooed, his teeth grazing your nipple as his fingers slid through your folds. “You know I got you.”

“Tae…”

Your skin simmered with every touch of his lips as he trailed kisses down your torso, immediately growing cold when he lifted his mouth to inch further toward the one place you both both wanted his lips to be.

People thought winter was about death and decay, but they couldn’t see beyond relentless snow and barren lands.

You knew winter was for rest. It was the incubation time for rebirth in spring.

Every time his warm hands pushed your legs to your chest and his breath landed cool against your skin, before his tongue swiped hot over your clit, you swore you felt something new bloom inside of you.

And when the suck of his lips on your clit and the brush of his fingers along your walls made your vision explode with light, you saw the bright greens and soft creams of snowdrop flowers poking through frozen ground.

“You make me feel alive,” his fireplace voice crackled against your lips when he kissed you, and you wondered if you were spring.

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[loenas]

“This guy born in Kyiv and he had to move to Germany and then to France in the spring of 2022 due to the war ... and he's moved back, he's moved back! To Ukraine and training there, not sure where but you know, he's got a story to tell and that's a performance from the heart, a performance of passion and a performance with meaning.”

“Goodness knows what stories he could tell but in a way he's portrayed a story there.”

“The scores irrelevant really, in my book he's a hero.”

“Thank you Ivan Shmuratko.”

Chris Howarth on Ivan Shmuratko.