(14-04-25) So, if you feel like you've read/liked/reblogged this before, don't worry, you're not crazy. I accidentally deleted my intro/about me page when I was meaning to delete the reblogged one.
Anyway, as I now (well, since Oct 2021 lol) officially has a whump blog, I thought I’m gonna follow you guys’ foot steps and introduce myself.
I’m Lizzy (which is my preferred pseudonym since, like, 12-13 years ago because one of my characters from my earliest fic is named Leslie). I’m in my mid 20s (shout out to 90s kids out there, let’s feel ancient together lol).
My pronoun is whatever you like. I don’t mind incorrect pronouns tbh because I’m more concerned with internet safety, and I’d rather have my real life identity concealed, even my gender (although I won’t recommend doing that to other people, especially the ones who have their pronouns posted on the description).
My Completionist Whumptober 2021-2022-2023 Submission “D.E.A.N” (Finished)
Trope/prompt/fic that I personally made is in the tag ‘me write’.
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Here are my whump journey, experience, and tastes.
(Brace yourself for the rest of this long ass post lol)
I’ve been into whump since Inuyasha and Danny Phantom days (because their whumps ARE SOOOOO GOOD. You guys should watch them, or rewatch them if you have already), also Superman Returns (you know that scene where Brandon Routh was kicked repeatedly by Kevin Spacey, stabbed with kryptonite, then sent to hospital while unconscious? god tier), though I’ve only discovered the term “whump” around two-three years ago, I think.
I forgot how I discovered it, but then I looked back on all my fics and scenarios in my head that I never got to write, and I thought, “Oh!!! That’s what they are! I’m not weird for constantly writing characters in suffering, and there is even a term and a community for it!!!”
Oh, and if any of you were/are in Youtubers fandom (specifically dan and phil’s phandom) maybe you guys know there was this writer called phanfics-anonymous who wrote god tier whump/sickfics, although at that time, I didn’t know they were whump, and I don’t think the writer knew it either. Sadly, they deactivated like 3 years ago ;______;
My favorite tropes are :
Original works (or fanfics from fandoms I know nothing about so that I can still treat it like an original work)
Natural disasters/accident whump
Extreme sickfic (like 104° fever, delirium, nausea/emeto, multiple visits to hospital, comatose, progressive terminal illness, and the whole shebang, you know what I mean). This is my ABSOLUTE favorite more than any other trope
Whumper!!!! Turned!!! Caretaker!!!!! (Just remebered this 2 months after it was first posted lol)
Psychological whumps (PTSD panic attacks, numbness/dissociation, extreme fear following whumper(s)’ abuse, flashbacks
(Rarely) beating and physical abuse but very, very specific scenarios which I don’t even know either sometimes. Basically, I just know when I know that that’s what scratches my whump itch, while other times it becomes a squick instead, and I just have to take a gamble with a fic
NSFWhump / noncon (but, again, very specific scenarios where whumpee doesn’t like it, is in pain, or is just dissociated. If the whumpee becomes conditioned to like and is eager for it, it also becomes a squick instead because I just think it’s horrific to be that warped in their mind)
Recovery scenarios after whump or very soft and gentle caretaking while still in the middle of their whump, especially if the caretaker is whumpee’s romantic partner or love interest
Whump reveals of whumpee who initially kept it a secret, either against their will that lead to their humiliation or on their own volition when they can’t hold it in anymore
I think I have more, but I can’t think of them right now (also I think those are long enough already lol. Look I’m very needy and sometimes picky too when it comes to my whump sustenance. Don’t judge me lol)
The squicks that I can think of are :
Gore, like excessive blood, loss of limbs, extreme loss or damage to the eyes or face
Box boy universe or generally extreme slavefics. Sorry to all who like it; it’s not bad, but to me it’s just horrific when whumpee(s) are so conditioned to think of themselves as objects and who let themselves be treated however whumper(s) want that my whumpiflies just get overshadowed by my anger and sadness towards whumper(s)—P.S 14-04-25 shoutout to those who remember box boys universe
Whumped to death (because Major Character Death is very me no likey, and it just feels too violent), except for terminal illness sickfic
Whump without comfort or rescue, because then I’m gonna be very sad :(
Fantasy/Sci-fi whump (not exactly a squick, I guess, but it’s just hard for me to get into magic-ish stuff, so I’d rather read stories that are set in real life or, at most, futuristic setting that is still close to reality), although there is this whumpy fantasy fanfic from Dragon Age 2 that I’m obsessed with called Lyrium’s Hold
I probably have more, but these are what I know on top of my head right now.
I have few whump long-fics that I already uploaded, namely:
1. D.E.A.N - Division of Extreme and Atypical Neutralization | NSFW
It’s my Whumptober 2021 submission that’s based on my TAT submission. It’s basically whumpers-turned-caretakers long fic that is started by misunderstanding on the whumpers-turned-caretakers’ part. It’s NSFWhump for the oneshots and some future main chapters (P.S. 14-04-25 future main chapters as in the last 10ish by this point), so be warned if you want to read.
2. Life Excerpt / Chronicles of Als and James. | NSFW
It’s a series of random oneshots in non-chronological timeline about the couple (James is the caretaker mostly while Als is the whumpee). It has some allusion to noncon, but so far has no graphic depiction of it. It’s mostly extreme sickfic oneshots instead. For now, it’s on hiatus, but I have it on my AO3 if you guys want to check it out.
My fave whump blogs are @justwhumpythings @warmblanketwhump @whump-mania and their nsfw blog @nsfwhump-mania @whumpster-dumpster @allthewhumpygoodness @waywardwhump @missglumcakes-whump (sadly has been deactivated :"( maybe around early 2023???) @whumpwillow @trope-appreciation-tuesdays (sadly no longer maintained after the 2022 bullying :(, don't bully irl ppl for fictional tropes or stories guys) and @whumpsorbet (they changed url and for the life of me I cannot find their new url—I know I interacted with them a lot and even kept track of their url changes but I lost count at this point, sorry). I’m sure there are more but I can’t think of them on top of my head lol (sorry!!!). They’re great so check them out!
Anyway, this is all for now. Thank you to the whump community at large for the top tier scenarios, prompts, lines/dialogues, trope posts, fics, gifs, and so on. You’re all so cute and so smart and so amazing and so perfect I love you all. *smooch*
Listen. Listen. Swifties and Taylor Swift. Listen.
If you want to win over the people critical of her (especially tumblrinas and queer people), there is a very effective way to do that.
No, listen to me. I'm cupping your face and telling it sincerely and urgently to you right now.
She is re-recording all her songs so that she now owns the masters to her music, right? And maybe even remake some of the music videos?
Listen to me.
She should re-record You Belong With Me, but this time, collab with that band from TikTok called Sub-Radio (the one who sings Stacy's Dad). Yes. Exactly. Do you know where I'm going with this?
Not yet? Okay, don't worry. You will.
Now, get Taylor Swift to collab with them, then hire a bear in the music video.
Are you following me? Good.
She shouldn't announce anything ahead of time. She can film herself wearing black wig too, and also without wig as a nerd like in the original.
But here is the kicker.
That's a red herring. The black haired girl is actually just a friend to the boy (preferably played by the frontman of Sub-Radio), and maybe even a lesbian. Why, you might ask?
Get the bear actor now and pair him up with the boy, and get the blond girl (who is the actual girlfriend) to pair up with the black-haired girl because she realizes she doesn't actually like the boy, but the lesbian black-haired friend. She clashes with the boy often because she's always been jealous of the black-haired girl instead. Then reveal in the music video that the song has been in the blond girl's father's perspective all this time.
Which fits her collab with Sub-Radio perfectly because this will basically become the other side of Stacy's Dad. And also getting rid of the misogyny in the original video.
Boom. Two birds in one stone.
Listen to me, okay? Tumblrinas and disillusioned gays love bears, and we also love enemies-to-lovers lesbians.
Come on, Taylor Swift. If you're queer ally, you gotta do this. Don't be a coward. Do it.
I look up ahead and saw him, my brother my reason for all this. I would restart the whole world for him, to make it a place where he could be happy.
Moving towards him, a grip yanked me, pulling me closer to it. The cold a reminiscent to his brother’s hand on his when he could no longer take it. Its grip was familiar, something Idia could never forget even when he tries to. Another grips his shoulder. The black substance seemingly coming from the ground, weighing heavy on him. Now it was no longer grips but a wave that could easily pull him down to the abyss, where their Atlantis fell.
Ortho turned around in a panic sensing his brothers presence fading and there he saw Idia. His brother who recreated him, who ortho loved even though he was just a replacement to Idia’s Atlantis, his sun and he couldn’t compete with the Sun. ortho knew Idia was lying when he said he never saw him as a brother… did he? Ortho was just a robot and Idia, his most precious existence, was ortho not enough?
Ortho couldn’t believe that he even thought of that, it hurt but what hurt most was Idia’s smile, his face almost covered by the black goo but his eyes looked at ortho, trying to keep a smile so that ortho knows how much he saved him. Idia’s beloved brother ortho, they are each other’s Atlantis.
Ortho moved in a way he thought he couldn’t, reaching for Idia even if it meant risking his entire being. He could tell the black goo wasn’t normal, even in this dark space he could still sense the magic residuals, resentments and whispers of their names.
Idia’s face, it was the first time ortho saw such an expression on his older brother, his lips quivered, brows sunken, eyes wide realizing what ortho was about to do. Idia panicked; he would be fine but what about ortho?! He can’t handle losing him again but when he saw the desperation on his younger brother’s face just to reach him, just to hug him for what could be the last time.
Idia tries to be brave for ortho.His body burned with a new determination, to be able to hug his brother. Ortho was nearing and the goo almost swallowing him, almost is the key word. Using all of his strength Idia launches himself forward, cursing under his breath when it didn’t work. He pleaded and pleaded and thank great sevens the black goo seemed to lighten its pull on his arms even if it was just for a moment.
A moment was enough for them. Ortho faster than ever, shouts in his highest volume. His voice cracking through the silent dark, desperation and love.
‘’ NI-CHAN ‘’ ortho reaches his arms for his brother.
‘’ ORTHO ‘’ Idia’s voice carried out just as much desperation and love.
In the darkness Idia reaches his arm out for ortho, a relieved cry escapes his lips when ortho crashes into him. The darkness, the goo painting them in a picture. Idia and ortho in each other’s arms, tears escape Idia’s already watery eyes, relief and contentment, it was scene so incredibly beautiful, that it would have been remembered for centuries. Both feeling hopeless but even though after everything, they felt warm in each other’s arms.Their smiles so different but it was a smile filled with nothing but love.
A cold feeling wraps around them but strangely enough it felt comforting, closing their eyes, a whisper was heard. Idia opens his eyes and is meet with the soul of ortho. the one he lost all those years ago. Idia feels as if his breath was forcefully punched out his lungs.
The ortho went behind Idia, wrapping his hands around his shoulders as the ortho in Idia’s arms suddenly shut down.‘’ brother I’m sorry for leaving and please be happy and love ortho with all your heart, ok? ‘’ Ortho’s grip was strong but by the second it lessens. Idia’s heart was heavy and he couldn’t trust himself not to sob and so he nods.
Ortho looked satisfied, his arms no longer on Idia but by hid sides. He was Infront of Idia now, his back to Idia, turning to face Idia one last time. His smile was as bright as the midmorning sun. ‘’ goodbye, nii-chan! I love you! ‘’ little by little he fades and finally he was no longer there and a feeling of sleep overcomes Idia. His eyes feel heavy and his body felt weightless, he succumbed to the call of sandman. The dark goo had swallowed them whole.
Idia hears voices but his eyes still felt heavy, his head felt like it was about to spilt open and the noise was just getting louder. Haaahh how troublesome
‘’ oi! Wake up ‘’ the voice felt familiar...grim-shi?‘’
well, he did just overblot, so he must be extremely tired right now.‘’ a new voice uttered… azul-shi?
Idia felt the brightness blind him as his eyes opened slightly. ‘’ oh, the bastards awake ‘’ Leona-shi?
Adjusting to the light, he shifts and slowly gets up. Noticing all the dorm leaders present but that wasn’t what Idia was focused on, he finds ortho beside him, he was still but it looked like nothing was damaged and a wave of relief washed over him. He had his brother so all would be fine. Though those consequences don't look pretty...
“Keep pulling back,” the Commander roared, his breath hollow and fervent, ringing through his blackened helmet, “Guardians to the rear, keep casting behind you as you move, quickly!”
Stuttering his tread, he kept up with the rearguard, shouting mantras and empowering his allies as they fled from the tremendous enemy horde. His guardians followed suit, pushing their way towards the rear, while the Legion’s shamans rushed forward, their shades and spells razing the ground behind them. Spell singed ground as bolt and arrow peppered their positions, yet they were swift of feet and stalwart, their defiance and resolve pushing them forward as they retreated. The distance to the keep gate was closing swiftly, and while respite might be offered within, the sanctity would be fleeting -- the gates wide, and the horde ravenous.
The enemies were furious, their morale weakened due to early morning skirmishes -- and now with their forces numerous and organized, they sought to whet their blades on their weaker, smaller foes. The Legion, however, while small, was maneuverable. On a copper piece they could turn in an instant and shower their enemies in their fury. Twenty Legion soldiers crossed the threshold, finding momentary relief within the keep’s inner walls. Their resolve strengthened by their objective’s presence, they sought to turn the tide of battle. A quick empower, waves of renewal washing over them, their Warriors blasted their warhorns. The curtain had fallen.
“Make it hot,” the Commander ordered, “I don’t want to see one man make it through.”
A female Warrior rushed forward, her stance balanced, and materialized her Winds of Disenchantment within the gate -- the roiling dome of silence splintering wood and shredding stone. Dodging away, she then sent hammer shocks forward, crippling and upsetting the enemy momentum. The initiate chose to perform.
The first unfortunate and unbalanced soul to enter was immediately mangled, yet the horde continued forward, intent on forcing their way through.
”I said, make it HOT!”
“Yes, Commander!”
At that call, the ground trembled with immense spellpower. Earth and stone churned as gravity wells and null fields materialized. Warriors set their meditations off in sequence, and scourge shades shredded into flesh and metal. The all-too-familiar choke tactic once again proved its worth.
Look alright, I have a problem. Also I might write more of this but no promises.
Summary: Dash wasn’t just being a grumpy old man when he said he didn’t like the kind of music on the radio nowadays. No, this was personal.
Warnings: bullying (if there are anymore, then please tell me)
Back too soon,
Did you miss me mom and dad?
Am I the best mistake you ever had?
Dash was pretty sure if he had to listen to that stupid band one more time, he was going to punch something. Life was not meant to turn out like this. He wasn't meant to be the one who went back to Casper high to teach PE, he wasn't meant to be the single parent, he shouldn't be driving home fuming as he listened to the loser he used to wail on everyday sing his stupid songs.
Loser, freakshow!
Don't you know to let go,
You got nothing on me,
Nothing on me!
It seemed to be the only thing Sophie, his daughter, ever listened to nowadays. She sat in the seat next to him, staring at her phone but unconsciously bobbing her head to the song and mumbling the words. She loved it. Dash hoped it wasn't because she related. Practically all his songs were angsty teenager I'm-not-like-anyone-else songs but they all had this positive spin to it. Like being weird and unpopular was a good thing. It was probably to make up how terrible high school had been.
Miss me now you gotta kiss me,
Bet I'll push through,
I've got nothing to prove,
But what about you?
But it wasn't like he was alone. He had his weirdo friends and it wasn't like he never fought back. Well maybe not literally but he did pull his own pranks on Dash. So who was he to sing stupid songs about how much of an outcast he was?
No you ain't bringing us down, down, down,
Yeah I'll see you around, 'round, 'round,
'Cause you ain't taking us down.
Ok, so he wasn't popular in high school. So what? He could have focused on other stuff. Like maybe getting good grades. Well, he did kinda do that near the end. It was a miracle he'd even graduated but somehow he managed to squeak through and got into college. Dash didn't know, or care, at the time what the nerd went on to do. But now his daughter was Half Dead's number one fan so Dash got to hear all about how he studied astrophysics and ecto-ology.
To be honest, that was expected.
Float away with me,
And spin a whole new galaxy,
Dive between the stars,
To show the world what we can be.
Dash sighed as the radio moved between all of Half Dead's greatest hits in the last 10 years. They'd released so many albums. They had they're own merch. They're own fan clubs. World tours. Record labels. Awards. And Dash was so god damn jealous. High school wasn't actually meant to be the best years of his life.
Where you gonna go?
Got the whole world at your finger tips?
No, I don't think so.
Don't get him wrong. He loved his daughter and he did enjoy teaching and coaching the football team but this wasn't what he expected. He was meant to do great things. But instead he was the high school bully who went no where. The amount of times Dash would think back to how he acted and winced. He wasn't going to give some sob story about how hard home was because everyone had their problems. He had no excuse. Now he was the teacher, the coach, he wasn't letting any of his students get away with it, like he had. But it's not like it matters any more. He'd left his mark on all those students he had bullied. The ones he shoved into lockers, dumped garbage on, punched, insulted, humiliated. And he got to remember it whenever one of Half Dead's most popular songs came on. “Top of the food chain.” Dash may not have been the sharpest tool in the shed but he could tell it was about him.
Top star quarterback,
Gotta take my lunch pack,
Shove me in the locker,
Cause you gotta impress her,
You're top of the food chain!
Yeah, top of the food chain!
You might be top of the food chain!
It wasn't very subtle.
But what you gonna do,
When there's nothing left to eat?
Dash turned off the radio, just to get it to stop for a second, only for Sophie to turn it right back on. “Wait, there's meant to be a big announcement.” Dash sighed but left the radio alone. Right, Half Dead were taking a break for a year and this was their last interview until they came back. There wasn't much information on it but Dash didn't really care.
It was a full year without hearing about stupid Danny Fenton.
The kitchen smelled of burning food, but there had to be some causalities for this morning. If things were going to go how Akari wanted them to a few pieces of toast were going to have to be sacrificed. As Akari tried to cook she found herself having more mishaps than she normally had. Making sharp noises of surprise every time she had to rescue some part of the dish. Followed by quickly looking around the kitchen to make sure she hadn't woken Kazuya up. It was still quiet as there seemed to be no sign of him yet. She let out a grateful sigh as she didn't want to wake him up yet.
He had walked all the way over to her place the night before, mentioning how there were too many people at his dorm. This wasn't the first time he had come over to sleep at her place. Even if it did make her flush every time she thought about it she had to admit that she did enjoy when he came over. It was a chance for her to be alone with him without the entire Seido team hovering around them. Reminding herself again that she liked being able to sleep right next to him, but as soon as she thought about Akari felt her face turn even redder than before.
An acrid smell coming from the pan she was holding onto snapped her out of her thoughts as she didn't realize how distracted she had been again. Yelping out to herself as she tried again to salvage something from her blunder. Putting what was edible on a nearby plate as she scraped the burnt beyond repair part into the trash. Gently mumbling to herself as she was hoping that this next dish wouldn't come out as burn as the last one, but then again that's what she got for thinking about Kazuya's dumb handsome face.
"Is something on fire?"
Akari jumped at the sound of the raspy sleepy voice behind her. Whirling around to see Miyuki standing there in the doorway yawning. Leaning against the door frame he looked at her with a soft smile. His hair was still disheveled from just rolling out of bed, and despite sticking up at odd angles he still managed to make it look good. If she wasn't in the middle of trying to surprise him with breakfast she would have liked to stand there and look at him for as long as she could.
"W-what are you doing up?" Akari asked as she tried to hide the pan she was just scraping behind her back. She hadn't expected him to be awake yet, and didn't want her surprise to get found out so soon. Seeing the smile Kazuya was giving her at that moment was strong enough to make her heart flutter. Then again his smile always seemed to have such a strong affect on her, but she was determined to try and play it cool in front of him, if she could manage.
"I smelled something and thought I would come come see, what exactly is burning." he said with a small laugh as he walked over to where Akari was by the stove. Seeing him walking over Akari tried to block his view from the food she had been cooking for him. But Kazuya wasn't fooled as he could easily tell that Akari was up to something. He walked over to the spare apron that was hung up on the wall and pulled it down. From his vantage point he could see some of the food that she had been trying to make for him. Which made his heart twinge a little at the thought that she was trying so hard for him despite the obvious smell that told him she was not having an easy time of it all.
"Move over," Kazuya told her gently as he had pulled the apron on over his pajamas and tying the straps around himself. Deciding to give her a hand with her plans for breakfast now that he was awake.
"But you were so tired last night I thought that I would make you breakfast." Akari said as she was a little worried about having him help out when she felt that he should take it easy since he had worked to hard the day before with practice, and he deserved to not have to work so hard. But she couldn't also tell him no at it was hard for her to look at his smiling handsome face and say no. He was even humming to himself as he was rolling up his sleeves.
"I guess that's fair." Akari said as she looked up at him, and scooted over a little to let him take the spot in front of the stove. Kazuya couldn't help but gently chuckle at the tiny sulking expression Akari had on her face, since it was too cute to him. As he stepped up to the stove he paused for a moment to look over at the dishes that Akari had made now that he could see them better. Akari noticed him looking at them and started fidgeting a bit as she knew that they didn't look as good as something Kazuya would make but she had tried her best. "It's not the best but-" she started to explain as she was sure what she had made didn't look as appetizing. Before she could finish her sentence she felt something soft and warm on her forehead; Kazuya's lips.
Akari blinked for a moment as it took her a moment to catch on what just happened, before letting out a surprised noise and turning red. Which amused Miyuki so much that he ended up laughing at how cute her reaction was. "Miyuki." Akari whined out his name as he was stilling laughing at her reaction to his kiss. She liked getting kisses from Kazuya but sometimes she felt her reactions to them were a little embarrassing and when they made him laugh it didn't help. But Akari wasn't the type of girl to just take things, and grabbed Kazuya by the front of the shirt while he was still laughing. Not giving him a chance to react she swiftly pressed her own lips against him.
It silenced him instantly as all he could focus on was how soft Akari's left against his own. It was a much different kiss than the one he left on Akari's forehead. If he honest he much preferred this kind of kiss with her, not that kissing her anywhere else was bad. But if he had his pick every time he would want to be able to kiss her lips. It took him a second to recover from surprise. Placing his hands on her waist he gently pulled Akari closer to him as he eagerly kissed her back. Akari responded by pressing her lips more against his own, Kazuya couldn't stop himself from smiling against her lips. With her grip still tightly holding onto his shirt Akari lightly rubbed her lips against his. Kazuya reacted to this by making a very low noise in his throat without realizing that he did. Akari felt a small swell of pride in her chest when she heard it as she wasn't always so sure about her kissing abilities. But knowing that she could get that kind of reaction from Kazuya made her feel proud. She could only hope that she could get more out of him.
Every time that Akari moved her lips against Kazuya's he responded verbally to her. But Akari wasn't the only one to wanted to cause reactions out of the other. Miyuki wanted to hear Akari to make some of the adorable noises that she tended to make whenever they started getting into kissing each other. Carefully while kissing her Kazuya started to bite at her bottom lip. Akari let out a soft whine as she felt his teeth against her lip, as she did Kazuya gripped her hips a little harder as he pulled her closer to him. Akari let him guide her until they were standing chest to chest against each other. Being so close Akari relaxed her grip on his shirt a little but didn't let go entirely as she needed to keep herself steady. Kissing him always left her legs feeling a little unsteady, but to her it was always in a good way.
To try and turn the tables back in her favor Akari kissed Kazuya even harder than before but while she pressed her lips against his she tentatively pressed the tip of her tongue against his lips. Kazuya was pleasantly surprised by how bold it seemed Akari was being that morning, as he always liked seeing her being more assertive when it came to kissing him. He rewarded her bold action by deepening the kiss with her as he playfully touched her tongue back with his own. Akari let out another noise that told Kazuya that she liked that a lot and he continued to move more of his tongue against hers. Causing her to make more of her soft little noises, and she gripped at his shirt more as she tried to follow his lead. Moving her tongue against his as she wanted to kiss him as deeply, and Kazuya couldn't help but note how much better she was getting it the more they ended up turning their soft kisses into these deeper ones.
While kissing so deeply Akari's teeth kept brushing against Kazuya's lips which caused him to let out some deep groans from his throat. He didn't mind that it kept happening as it wasn't un-pleasurable for him, as Akari seemed to be more excited to kiss him, and it that meant getting her teeth caught on his lip he could live with it. Every time it happened he would press his tongue more against Akari's to get her to make one of her soft whines in retaliation as he liked to tease her back. The longer he continued to kiss her so deeply, the more Akari noticed that her lungs were started to burn a little as she seemed to be lacking air over time, finally she couldn't keep it up.
Breaking away from the kiss Akari found herself taking in some deep breaths as she seemed to have forgotten to breathe. As she took in a few lungfuls of air she felt part of her rationality coming back to her, with her chest still pressed up against Kazuya's she could also feel how rapidly his chest was moving as he was also trying to take in air as well. "Shouldn't we finish cooking?" Akari asked her voice sounding still a little breathless. Kazuya leaned in towards her and gently nipped at her lip again as he made a low hum at her.
"I think I would rather have you right now." Kazuya admitted before he went back to biting at her lip, and hearing that Akari felt her face getting warmer. She had to agree with him though as she really didn't want him to stop anytime either. She wanted to kiss him more as she felt like she hadn't had quite enough of him yet, it wasn't helping that his nipping at her lips was also chipping away at any kind of rationality that she might have normally had at that moment. After a particularly harder nip on her lip she finally made up her mind.
"We should at least put the food away." Akari whined against Kazuya's lips.
