#-so their tricks and stunts are easier to pull off

[ratzhatz14]

If everyone draws Yatta, I draw Yatta. Simple rules

[arachnidseyesmoved]

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KISSES AND PROMISES

A/N: Previous. Next. Reader & Damian are 19-20. Ignore the shitty title, pretend it's good. More batfam nonsense! wc: 2.2k

Damian Wayne x Constantine! Reader

The crowd is too loud.

The seats are uncomfortable.

The lights are too bright.

Of course, he's handled worse but Damian briefly wonders why he came at all.

“Ladies, Gentlemen, Distinguished guests. I am very pleased to announce, we have a brand-new act for you tonight!”

Right, that's why.

The audience eats up Zatanna’s showmanship as she ends her first act of the night with her usual dramatic flair.

“Please give a roaring welcome to my niece—"

Damian scoffs. What a lazy cover story.

"—The Amazing, The Magnanimous, The enchanting, Miss Constantine!”

In a poof of smoke, you appear right next to Zatanna. Your outfit looks much like hers, Magician's hat, white cloves, white top and all, except you have on boots instead of heels, a skirt over the trademark fishnets and a velvety cape. You give a little bow, tipping your hat.

“Helloooooo Gotham. Nice to meet you.”

The crowd is alive with anticipation. Hoots and hollers ring out. A few wolf whistles as well, to which Damian rolls his eyes. He shoots a harsh glare at Jason when he lets out his own whistle.

He knows he only came to see one act, and he hates that he knows that but he especially hates that his family also know that. His family, who completely coincidentally were also planning on attending Zatanna's big show tonight.

They could at least pretend not to take joy in his suffering, with how they all grin at him the moment you poof onto stage. At least his father and Pennyworth do a better job at hiding their amusement.

“Before we begin, a quick disclaimer: I am a professional animal handler.”

Damian scoffs. You wish, you simply have magical persuasion over demonic entities that can look like animals. He's seen you play with Titus, you have absolutely no handle over real animals.

“Under no circumstances should any stunts or tricks involving animals be attempted without a professional present… Now, may I have a volunteer?”

The crowd bursts into shouts and raised hands. You point towards a little girl in the second row, maybe around ten years old.

“You, with the pigtails, would you come on up please?”

The little girl sprints up to the stage at alarming speed. You reach behind your back and pull a microphone from thin air, holding it up to the grinning girl.

“What's your name, Sweetie?”

“Lizzie.”

“Lovely, Everybody welcome Lizzie.”

The crowd applauds and whoops. Lizzie’s grin grows wider as she fiddles with her dress bashfully.

“Now, What's your favourite animal, Lizzie?”

“Sharks!”

The little girl answers immediately.

“Oookay, I can’t do that one. Liz, can you pick another one?”

The crowd chuckles as Lizzie makes a thinking face.

“Ummmmm”

“Like…a rabbit, maybe?”

“Uhhhhhhh.”

“Perhaps a dove?”

The crowd keeps chuckling at your attempts to goad the kid into an easier option. Lizzie’s face lights up,

“A bat!”

“A bat?!”

The crowd cracks up, as you look at them with genuine bewilderment.

“Is that a Gothamite thing?”

They give you a few hoots and hollers in response. Damian rolls his eyes again as his brothers (and Stephanie) cheer louder than necessary with Cass quietly laughing at their antics.

“Ok, ok. I can work with that. Hold this.”

You pass the completely unnecessary mic to Lizzie and take off your magicians cape, placing it on a round table behind you so the velvety red fabric covers the table all the way to the floor.

You place your hat down on the table and start digging around in it, after a second you pull out a beautiful white rabbit.

Lizzie gasps and the crowd claps but you just tsk.

“No, that’s not right.”

You pass the rabbit to Lizzie and reach into your hat again, deeper than should be possible.

It’s clever, Damian thinks, placing your hat on the cape-covered table gives the audience the impression that they know the trick, but of course they don’t know it's actual magic. After some searching, this time you pull out a dove.

“No, not that.”

You pass the dove to Lizzie’s shoulder and keep searching the confines of your hat.

A pigeon, mouse, squirrel and parrot are all pulled from the hat one after the other and placed on a giggling Lizzie’s shoulders.

“Oh, a robin!”

Damian can’t help the hitch in his breath when your eyes meet his from where he sits in the elevated box. It’s only for a moment but apparently it lasted long enough for Dick to notice as he nudges Damian with his elbow and wiggles his eyebrows like an idiot.

“Is this close enough?”

You ask Lizzie, showing her the little bird and she shakes her head with a toothy grin as the robin perches on her head, due to her shoulders being occupied already.

“Alright, fussy kid.”

You peer down into the hat and then scoff loudly, placing the hat back on your head.

“Ah! Lizzie, we forgot the magic word!”

“Please?”

“No, Love. Abracadabra!”

With a swift lift of the table cloth, a rush of bats burst from where the table should have been. Shrieks, laughs and applause ring out from the audience. Lizzie squeals so loud, the ‘animals’ perched on her all conveniently flee backstage. The flurry of bats make their exit stage right as you give the praising audience a bow.

Damian's seen you smile plenty of times before but he's not sure he's seen you smile so wide. You look like you're glowing under the stage lights, soaking in the applause like you're made to be praised by an adoring audience.

─⋅⋆⁺.

You release a heavy breath when you get to the door of your dressing room. Zatanna, having walked you there after the last curtain call, huffs a laugh,

“Y’know for someone who’s just getting used to crowds, you really do a good job once you’re up there.”

“Yeah, well that’s cus no one can tell I’m shitting my pants the entire time.”

Zatanna laughs,

“It gets easier, more comfortable. The crowds, I mean.”

“Thanks… Aunty.”

Zatanna cringes and it’s your turn to laugh.

“Ugh, I told you to stop with-”

She stops herself looking over your shoulder,

“Looks like you have a guest~”

You already know who it is from her tone, exactly who you were hoping. Zatanna giggles rather childishly as you shoo her away.

“Constantine.”

You resist the urge to smile at the same monotone greeting he always gives you, turning to him,

“Wayne.”

You're both staring. You both look quite different from the last time you spoke in person, even if that was only a few months ago. Obviously your stage outfit makes for quite a difference but he’s dressed rather out of the ordinary too, in a well fitted suit that Bruce no doubt had to force him into, rich kid problems.

“I think you usually have to pay for backstage pass.”

You open the door to your dressing room and motion him inside.

“I should at least get a discount considering I’m the reason you’re here.”

You halt in your tracks.

“What?”

“If you hadn’t come to me that night, you wouldn't have taken my advice to stop fighting demons and almost dying all the time.”

Straight to the point. So matter of fact. You cross your arms, not really believing the audacity.

“I made the decision myself. You were just the catalyst. And I'm still fighting demons by the way, just less often.”

You sound childish but to be fair, he started it.

“I'm alright with just being the catalyst, I suppose.”

You scoff and turn around, checking your makeup in your vanity mirror, fixing the dark shade of lipstick you have on. He watches your reflection in the mirror and clears his throat after a minute.

“That's one hell of an intermission act”

You look at him through the mirror.

“Is that praise?”

You only noticed now how he's inching away from the door and closer towards where you stand. He clicks his tongue,

“Yes, it was an impressive performance.”

You turn around now to face him, grin lighting up your face.

“Careful Dames, I might get the impression you're flirting with me.”

He grumbles something unintelligible and shoves his hands in his pockets, looking to the side. He stops within reaching distance, looking at your face now, still with that frown. Like he's trying to solve a puzzle.

You lean against the vanity, the look in his eye has you nervous and you're not sure why. You decide to dissolve the situation in the only way you know how, being a cheeky bastard.

“And If you keep looking at me like that, I might even think you want to kiss me, Wayn-”

Before you can finish your irritating comment, he makes the split second decision to stop dancing around like a boy and be a man.

He kisses you. Simple and to the point, just like him. It's stiff and completely unexpected on your part.

You're still in shock when he separates, wide eyes looking into his unsure ones. He looks away, eyebrows furrowing like he's chastising himself and he backs away.

He doesn't get very far before he feels some magical force pull him back and you grab his stupid fancy jacket and kiss him again.

It's deeper, you pull him in and he accepts it. A hand on your back, his lips moving against yours. You can feel him ease into it more when you run your fingers through his short hair, palm grazing his cheek.

He huffs lightly against your lips, pulling away slightly, bringing your hand away from his cheek. You still a little, worried you did something wrong, but the way he looks you in your eyes says otherwise. He tugs on each finger of your glove and pulls it off, placing your hand right back on his cheek before working on your other glove.

You let out a breath, more like a wheeze, and bring him into another kiss. He holds your hand in his and brings you even closer with his other hand on your back. He’s leaning in so close, pushing you against your vanity. It's not rushed or desperate at all, but there's a shared feeling of deep need. A wanting.

You pull away to breathe, he tries to follow your lips, much to your amusement.

He's too busy staring into your oh-so-pretty eyes to notice the shit-eating grin on your face,

“You like me~”

You whisper to him, an accusation, a taunt. He sighs, tilts his head to the ceiling and says,

“Despite my better judgement.”

Not being one to waste an opportunity, you lay a kiss on his newly exposed neck. To which he flinches and touches the area like you've pinched him.

You laugh and lean back against your vanity. He moves back just a bit, so he’s not right on top of you. A shame.

He fixes his already neat tie, taking a deeper than necessary breath before asking,

“This is your last night in Gotham. The show, I mean.”

You hum in confirmation, not feeling the need to hide the way your eyes roam anymore.

“Where are you going next?”

“Metropolis.”

You answer simply, smug smirk still prominent. He clears his throat a little and nods.

“I can be there.”

To his annoyance, your grin widens.

“Oh, can you?”

You tilt your head a little,

“You could just call me. You remember I can teleport, right?”

His scowl has returned, sitting on his face like it never left.

“I’d like to avoid you being at the manor at all. Those imbeciles still won't let me live down the last time you showed up.”

You chuckle at his expense, to which his scowl deepens and his face warms. You very much did not help with that whole situation.

“So, It’s a date then? After the show, we can go somewhere nice…together.”

You shrug and he nods while fiddling with his cuffs, who knew Damian Wayne could be so fidgety?

“I’ll be there.”

With that he makes his exit and when the door shuts you both let out twin sighs of relief.

—⋅⋆⁺.

Damian spots Alfred waiting for him next to the limo the rest of the family are huddled in. As soon as he and Alfred are inside, the limo is off. He realizes how unusually quiet it is and only then notices how everyone is looking at him.

Stephanie and Tim look like two school girls, trying to stifle their laughter. Jason is just giving him a wider than usual smirk. Duke and Cass do a better job of hiding their amusement, covering their grins, pretending to look out the window. Even Alfred and Bruce share a knowing look.

Dick, not known for subtlety, has his phone out and is taking pictures with the flash on, the dumbest grin on his stupid face.

“You got a little something on your face there, D.”

Damian’s eyes widen and his shoulders tense.

You got your lipstick all over him.

Jason, Tim, Duke and Steph all burst out laughing as Damian kicks Dick's phone out of his hands and tries to rub your lipstick off his mouth with his sleeve.

“A wet wipe, Master Damian?”

Alfred offers, the saint. Damian snatches it up with a small thanks.

“You got some over here too.”

Jason remarks, pointing to his neck. The smarmy bastard couldn’t look more pleased with himself.

“Shut up, Todd.”

He hisses with as much venom as he can muster.

He knows exactly where you kissed him, he can still feel it, like it happened a second ago. Though he’ll keep that observation to himself, much like the soft smile he notices on his father's face.

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[baka-bakeneko]

The Hunt

Feral Alpha!Logan Howlett x Mutant Fem!Reader

tags: NSFW, MDNI, mutant fem reader [a doppleganger mutancy], professor xavier/ ororo/ scott/ kurt/ rogue involved, strangers to lovers, logan in rut, feral alpha logan attempts to tame himself, animal/bait mentality, scents/smells, flirty sparring, dry humping, voyeurism, panty stealing, shower masturbation, mind reading [Xavier you dirty dog], oral sex [reader receiving], fingering, size difference, too big for you, slight praise kink, clothed sex, cowgirl, multiple orgasms, mating press missionary, knotting, discussion of knotting/ rut

wc: 8.8k

Logan was awake for hours before the house was. He heard the mansion settle around him in soft creaks, the sun slowly peeking through the curtains at the break of dawn.

He committed himself to stay in bed until he was forced out, feeling that today would be disastrous. Logan felt it deep in his core, his nose flaring with a growl rumbling through his mouth.

He was sliding into the pit of rut.

He regretted opening his eyes. Logan was short on normal days, but for the week of rut, he was an irate short-fuse.

He was aware of it, knew how the others reacted to him. Logan groaned, turning onto his side with a groan to himself.

Looking at his door, he noticed it was unlocked. Even though his bed drew him in, Logan knew he'd be better off just locking himself inside for the day.

Maybe he'd slip a note to someone passing by for them to bring him lunch. Logan pulled himself upright, swinging his legs over the edge, ready to commit himself to his room.

But his nose twitched at a intriguing scent moving outside of his door. He heard the soft creak of the floorboards, the tender cracks of feet as they shuffled.

He mapped the layout of the house, trying to recognize who it was outside his door. Logan was at the door as soon as he knew it was you.

He pried his door open a crack, peeking his nose out to sniff after you. Your scent to him was spiced, sweet tangerine with a bite of ginger.

It ate into his belly, only fueling the slippery descent into his rut.

You were actually trying to stay quiet on this early morning. You hadn't been able to stay asleep for long, replaying Professor Xavier's lecture overnight.

He'd called you into his office to talk about your powers. He mentioned that you were holding back too much, that doing so would only stunt your growth further.

It was still in your head as you shuffled past Logan's room, too enveloped in how you should've responded. If you were stuck on it too long, you'd split into two and become the literal angel and devil.

It was more of a parlor trick than a power. What use was it in tactical prowess and missions?

Logan only watched you shuffle by, his mouth parting in a soft pant. He caught himself, clamping his hand over his mouth as his eyes dragged down your body.

Logan chastised himself for the thought of your clothes being easily accessible. Your oversized heather gray X shirt showed a peek of shoulder. Your shorts, also branded with the X academy logo, were tempting at too short.

The white hem of them cut right at the cusp of your ass, leaving your legs to look so long. The legwarmer-slipper combo didn't really help either, Logan imagined that they'd be easier to grip over your head.

He bristled at the encroaching dark thoughts, retreating back into his room. You paused halfway down the hall, looking behind you as you heard the door creak.

Logan's door slowly shut as you stared at it, tilting your head before making your way to the kitchen. You hadn't had the pleasure to meet Logan in entirety. It was only rumors and stories you heard about him, seeing flashes of him in the hallway.

A part of you, always the diabillo, always felt him near. She bristled inside you, like you were a glass jar she'd turn in his direction and the heat would accumulate there. You ignored her, continuing your shuffling.

Logan barricaded against his door, clutching his chest to regain his conscience. His stomach growled, unsated, though not in the way of hunger.

He smacked his nose, hoping to rid your scent from his senses. Logan tried his best to avoid you, but his carnal curiosity got the better of him.

He knew that to sate that part of him, he'd have to leave the room. He knew he would, just to squash the feral slice of his mind needing to hunt you down.

Logan managed to make his own internal agreement with himself. He'd join at breakfast only, one bowl of cereal, across the table from you and hold minimal conversation or eye contact. The bare minimum was all he'd be able to manage before returning his room. Otherwise he wasn't sure how he'd behave.

Logan was the last in the kitchen, grabbing a bowl carefully and walking to the dining room. His eyes scanned cautiously around the table, noticing that the table was packed around. Except for the single seat next to you.

Of course, he thought, readying himself to retreat to his room in defeat.

"Logan, how nice of you to join us," Storm said with a nod of acknowledgement. "We saved you a seat."

You glanced up from your bowl of cereal to see Logan in the kitchen doorway, wearing a grey X branded jacket. His hair was noticeably bed-styled, his demeanor nothing of friendly.

Logan bit down a snarl, his hackles raising at the sudden audience turned to him. He nodded to Xavier and Kurt, then circled the table to sit by you.

He slid into the table, his hands grabbing under the seat to straighten up. Logan's knuckles brushed against your thigh, feeling your soft skin and sparing a peek to your shorts again.

He shut his eyes a moment to regain himself, your shorts ridden up while seated. Logan reached blindly for the box of cereal, guiding it to the lip of his bowl and pouring it in.

He'd failed at part of his agreement already, wanting to cut his losses and stow away in his room. The touch of your skin would do wonders to his imagination now: squeezing your thighs so tightly that he bruises your skin while forcing your knees to your chest.

His eyes shot open, setting the cereal box upright before reaching for the milk. You peeked from the corner of your eye at the stranger next to you, the infamous Logan you'd heard about.

His knuckles grazing you was the first touch you'd had in a while, it caught your breath.

"Xavier, do we have plans for the new recruits?" Storm, Ororo, asked to the head of the table.

Undoubtedly, she was talking about you. Her elbow nudged at yours, smiling at you when she did so.

"Have you seen the training room yet? It's so big," she whispered over to you.

"I was thinking," Xavier began, looking over to Logan who was hurriedly shoveling cereal into his mouth. "Maybe Logan could spar with our new recruit. Get to know each other."

Logan paused, spoon in his mouth as he grunted in Xavier's direction. Hunched over his bowl like the animal within him, Logan looked to the head of the table at Xavier.

The man remained unfazed, unamused, by Logan's actions at the dining table. Logan narrowed his eyes at the professor, wondering why he was volunteered for such a thing especially during his worst time.

Xavier raised his brows at Logan, his eyes barely shifting to you talking to Ororo. Logan cocked his jaw, wanting to evade any proximity to you if he could help it.

"Want do you think, my dear?" Xavier pitched to you, directing your attention back to Logan, then the professor.

"I-I don't think that'd be too bad," you spoke up, glancing to Logan next to you and at Xavier again. "If Logan doesn't mind."

Logan shut his eyes in the direction of Xavier, taking a deep breath in as he settled down from you saying his name. He'd failed two parts of his agreement now.

He struggled to not peel back his top lip, wanting to project distaste though his beast was awaiting the opportunity. He'd hunt you after all, descend on you like a depraved wolf and ingest you with a ferocity that would leave you begging.

Logan's eye twitched, shutting his eyes to reel back to reality. He straightened forward in his seat, dropping his hand to his side.

But his knuckles brushed back down your thigh, making all the way to your shorts. You flinched softly, retreating your leg from his touch though your heart skipped.

"Fine, but only for ten minutes." He grit out, fighting against the ebbing flare in his throat.

He shouldn't have agreed at all, even as he flashed a glare back at Xavier. The professor was practically setting you up as bait and Logan wasn't above taking it.

You smiled over at Logan, hoping that your sentiment would reflect on him. He seemed a foreboding presence, hunched forward shoulders as the hair on his neck bristled like an agitated animal.

His eyes flicked over to you for a second, shocking your smile away, before returning to hoard his cereal into his mouth.

Logan stood before the open doors of the sunroom. The floor was padded with mats, the wooden walls patched up in a similar fashion.

He didn't bother to break to his room, knowing that changing would only delay the inevitable. He'd still need a shower afterwards anyway.

Peering into the room, he watched you card your fingers together then bend forward to touch the floor. You'd opted out of your short shorts, much to Logan's relief and dismay, and into the uniform lyrca spandex given.

They were better and worse on him at the same time; Logan's heart was settled at the lack of skin, but the tightness of them left less to the imagination than before.

He grit his teeth, ready to peel his eyes from you in a moment's notice, but he stared at the apple of your ass guided to the sky. Logan's nose twitched, ready to take in the scent of your clothed pussy presented like this to him.

He swatted at his nose again, shut his eyes and tried to make another agreement to himself. He would not linger. Logan had to stay quick on his feet for the ten minutes because if he paused for a moment too long around you, he'd descend into his hunger.

You held your palms to the mat, doing your best to lengthen your back before sighing at the relief of doing so. Logan's cock twitched at the sound that escaped you, having to turn around in the doorway to regain himself.

Standing upright, you turned at the waist to loosen up then caught sight of the foreboding Logan in the doorway.

"Hey, you ready?" You asked in his direction, turning around fully to face him.

Logan stiffened, readily counting down the minutes left of his social contract. As soon as he returned to his room, he'd board it shut for the week and let his mind run rampant. Anything to soothe the heated knots in his core and the damper on his shoulders.

"Yeah," Logan barked, turning around again and entering the room.

You rolled your shoulders as Logan walked onto the mat, shrugging off his jacket to reveal his built torso.

You paused, taking in Logan's chest adorned with the manly growth of hair. He looked more animal the more you took him in, his hair no longer looking undone but sprouted in short peaks resembling wolf-like ears.

Logan's nose twitched, catching onto your scent anew before him. But this time, a touch dampened.

He raised his brows at you, raising his hands ready to react to your first move. "Let's not waste time."

You gulped, mirroring his hands out. When Xavier suggested sparring, you thought it was more to show off your power of splitting.

Instead you were before this foreboding man, the beast more so, his stature drawing an icy chill from you.

Logan stared at you, awaiting your next move. He expected you to playfully tap his wrist to dissuade the tension, but you were frozen in the spot.

Your feet spread to a fighter's stance, only following Logan's lead in the stringent dance.

Logan bit back a smirk, his neck stretching as the feral gnaw within him egged him to lurch. He took a quick step into your space, causing your heart to jerk in response.

His ears perked at the sound, catching onto the strained vein in your neck from surprise. Logan acted again, earning a short gasp from you.

You tried to stabilize yourself, feeling the double at your back rear up with ferocity. It was an immediate split, the negative feelings from you condensing into a separate entity.

Logan watched as you slowly divided from yourself, an almost exact clone of you stood behind you. All different from them was the reddened tint in their eyes.

"Cute trick," he huffed in the direction of double. "What can it do?"

You squared your shoulders, your actions concentrated to one and not the other. When you regained yourself, you rushed at Logan to occupy your hands.

Each slap at his hands, he caught back with his own reaction. Your forearms met together, causing you to hide a wince at his heavy frame.

Logan spared an amused huff at your efforts, finally able to focus on anything but his throbbing cock. He squeezed his fist, producing his adamantium claws with a soft warble from their appearance l.

"Does she feel pain?" He asked, raising a brow at you.

Logan broke from staring in your eyes, losing his inner will to not advance. He glanced to where your double was previously, then was surprised when you shoved him off.

"Do you?" You asked, watching as your double took a high step off of the back wall to throw a punch at Logan's jaw.

You winced, both at the impact that turned Logan's face with his teeth bared and your knuckles throbbing in react to his hard jaw.

Logan took a second to regain himself, the punch only disorienting him momentarily. You and your double took the chance: they clamped onto his back as you grabbed onto his extended arm and climbed onto it.

In an instant, you hyper-extended your body on his arm, wrapping your legs around the back of his neck to squeeze him into quick submission.

Your double harassed his sides with their short nails, playing dirty as only they could. Logan grunted, attempting to stand tall while the two of you held on tight.

His mind instantly rushed with the thought of your trick doing wonders to him, riding his face and his cock to tide him over. Logan glared heavily at the ceiling, willing himself to not get hard in your presence.

He was trying to regain his track of time, even as your thighs squeezed tighter at his arm to his neck. Logan took a knee to the mat, reaching with his free arm to pry your double off of his back.

You grabbed onto his hand, pulling it up to your shoulder but holding his fingers away from your neck. Logan was reaching his limit of playfully sparring and edging towards possessively ending things.

He took his other knee, leaning over your body to not give way to using his claws to win. You huffed, your hands gripping his wrist as your double finally fended off with you taking the lead.

The strength came back to you when they returned to you, adding a rush of adrenaline to your heart while staring at this man squeezed between your legs.

Logan's nose flicked, taking in more of your scent, the newer dampened kind. It was sweet, cloying to the back of his throat and making him swallow.

His eyes fluttered at the sensation, knowing that you were sating a minuscule flame by scent alone. He reached to tap out, touching your thigh when he did so.

You blinked at the feeling of his touch, a rush going through you with a catch of your breath. Releasing him, you dropped your arms to the mat and looked down at Logan.

He paused, realizing that his obligation to sparring with you was officially over. And yet, he made no moves to scurry away.

Your legs, with him squaring before you, were draped at his shoulders. The sight did a number on your stomach, making your head go light at the fantastical thought of him descending on you.

Logan mapped your face, noting the flush on your cheeks as his mouth went dry. His internal hunger was piqued further by the looks of you.

You were spent, knowing that one ten minute session wouldn't make you a fighter, but Logan was entertained by his bait making a play.

He rested his fists outside of your hips, leaning forward to brush his stiff bulge against the seat of your spandex.

You raised your chin to stifle a low moan, meeting Logan's dark pupils taking over. You pitched again as Logan pressed a bit further, carefully rutting his sheathed cock against your clothed pussy.

"Logan," you stammered, your knees folding further to spur the feral man on.

He huffed, beast descending, and rutted harder against you. Your scent renewed again, which delighted Logan's nose as he flattened his hips to the backs of your thighs.

"Say...say my name again," Logan grit, wanting your pitiful voice to tease at his rut.

You arched your hips, meeting his bulge to your clothed clit. Your lips parted with a pant of Logan's name again and he snarled, barely taming himself to recede.

"How's the training going?" Ororo's voice carried before entering the doorway, allowing Logan the moment to back off.

He fought with himself, clamping his hand over his mouth and nose before standing on his feet. You dropped your legs as you turned your head, watching Logan breeze past Ororo showing up in the doorway then up the stairs.

You breathed out, staring after Logan before meeting Ororo's questioning gaze. "You okay? Was he too rough?"

You shut your eyes, turning your head to the ceiling in disbelief.

Logan shut himself in his room, biting into the crevice of his hand and mutedly groaning out his frustration. He had gone too far, past himself and fed into the roaring wildfire within him.

His cock rutted against the door, seething at the memory of your soft thighs against his hips, the tempting heat of your pussy.

If he'd been given a second more, he'd have torn your pants off. Logan wasn't sure whether it would be fully him if given the chance.

Ororo held her hand out to pull you upright, allowing you to straighten out your clothes before giving you a once over.

"What'd you do to him?" She asked with a sly smile. "And can you teach me for when he's a pain?"

You laughed nervously, the sweat on your forehead chilling a degree as you reached for the back of your neck. "I dunno."

Ororo shared your laugh, more amused than you were. "Why don't you get changed, we're hanging out in the yard. You gotta see Kurt and Scott play tennis. Scott is such a cheater."

You grinned with Ororo resting her arm on your shoulders. "Okay, sure. Let me shower first."

Logan broke away from the door, rushing to his bed. He grabbed at one of his pillows, fluffed it up in the center of his bed then tore into it with his claws.

In a quiet frenzy of feathers, he panted as he stared at the makeshift remedy. It was nothing substantial, and uninviting with the burrow riddled with feather quills. Logan snarled, shrugging at the waistband of his sweats to chase the quick relief.

His animal balked, making him growl at himself. He smacked the thought, and pillow, away. Logan held his face in his hands, sheathing his claws at an attempt to regain his control.

After a beat of silence, Logan grabbed a change of clothes and opened his door to scope out the floor. Seeing he was alone, he dashed down the hallway to the communal showers, shutting the door.

He paused at the sound of the stream going, wondering who he'd have to encounter for a semblance of peace. Logan walked carefully around the block wall to see the shower room filling with steam.

He set his clothes on the counter, stopping to look at a similar pile of clothes on the corner. Leaning over to look, he noticed a pair of cotton underwear folded between a shirt and tennis skirt.

Logan raised a brow, glancing over to the stall being used for the shower and noticed a burn mark starting from your tail bone, lining up next to your spine before ending in a spade like flare just beneath your shoulder blade.

His breath caught, his nostrils flaring at the sloshes of water that ran down your skin. Your hair tangled up with shampoo, Logan's eyes raked along your shoulders, then down your legs before landing at your ass.

He leaned against the counter for a moment, soaking up the sight of you for future use. He bit at his inside lip, drawing blood as his cock strained with immeasurable pain. Glancing back at your clothes, Logan swiped your underwear from the stack and stuffed them into his sweatpants pocket.

Inside, he chastised himself for doing so but figured it'd be better, and softer, than fucking his pillow. Stripping down, he stepped into the furthest stall from you and turned the water on hot.

You circled in the stall, glancing out to the previously empty shower room. You saw your clothes on the counter, then another set of clothes on the far end of the counter.

In the dewy fog of the mirror there was a figure in the furthest stall from you. You tilted your head back to rinse your hair, shutting your eyes to revel in the echoing silence of the tiled room.

Logan's ears perked over the echoing silence of the tiled room to hear the low sighs from you. His eyes twinged at his pupils dilating, his mind holding onto your sounds as he reached for his cock.

Without soap, Logan stroked his vein-strained cock barely containing the groan from doing so. He attempted to keep his noises to a minimum, letting a few soft whimpers and moans escape him as he tried to cum quickly.

It was an itching chase towards an ounce of relief. He leaned forward, bracing his forearm against the shower wall while the hot water battered down his back. The steam accumulated, catching in his throat and driving him to pant outwardly.

Tilting his head back, Logan tried to catch a dry breath of air, letting slip a pleased groan.

You froze in the shower stall, feeling the warm water on your back chill to ice instantly. You pulled your head from the stream to listen in on Logan.

Staring at his reflection in the mirror, you watched his back flex, hunched in the stream of his own shower.

Your chest felt compacted in the steam, your breath catching higher the more his noises seeped through.

You slid a hand over your thigh, gripping your own flesh before drawing yourself out. Rinsing off in a short huff, you shut off your water then walked out of the stall.

Logan paused, holding his cock in his hand as he listened in on you leaving. He tilted his ear in your direction, waiting for you to dress while his heart clutched.

The flashing thought of your skirt swishing freely with no panties to hide his newly found grail. He reminisced on the scent of your pussy, stroked mildly at rutting against you.

You quickly changed into your clothes, wringing out your hair before pulling on your shirt. Reaching under your skirt, you expected to find your panties next to your socks. However, you were met with the granite of the counter.

Glaring into the mirror, you expected to be met with Logan's teasing smirk but he was unmoving in his stall. With a narrowing of your eyes, you grit your teeth and pulled on your skirt then grabbed the rest of your soiled clothes from the floor and left.

You dropped your clothes off in your laundry basket, rushing to grab another pair of underwear. When you opened the drawer, you remembered that they were your last clean pair before having to do the laundry again.

With a gulp, you straightened your skirt out, measuring the length of them before giving up and going out to the yard. You made no sudden springy movements, going to sit at the patio table with Ororo and Xavier while they spectated Scott and Kurt's tennis game.

Logan snapped his head up from focusing on his cock when the door slammed after you. He smirked lowly, flashing the knob to cold then off before going to his pile of clothes and dressing.

You sat back in your patio seat, taking in the sun and scent of manicured grass and bushes surrounding the mansion yard. Your legs were crossed tightly over one another, straightening your skirt out underneath to keep yourself decent for however long you sat around.

"How was sparring?" Xavier asked, following the neon yellow ball back and forth between the two mens' rackets.

You flashed your head up to meet Xavier's squinted glare; your mind scrambled with what to say to explain anything that happened.

"It was eventful," you said, looking over to Ororo and back.

You met Xavier's eyes again, the silence growing before the Professor's eyebrows raised. "I see."

You nervously smiled, straightening up a bit. "I mean, it was only ten minutes. He called my power 'cute'."

Xavier's mouth straightened in a line, nodded once before turning to see Logan walking into the backyard. "I'd never known him to use that word. Logan?"

You glared at Logan, your eyes shadowed by the sunlight. He was dressed in a plaid shirt unbuttoned, a beater and another pair of sweatpants. Your breath caught again, your legs becoming heavy with the threat of uncross.

"What's up?" He asked, standing next to Xavier, resting his hand on the back of the Professor's chair.

"How was training?" Xavier asked, still looking at you.

You straightened up in your seat, now looking to Logan. He tried to maintain a chaste view of you, even with your panties stuffed into his pocket.

It was short-lived, his eyes raking down to your skirt; the way it fell against your thighs and the crease of your legs clamped together.

With a gulp, Logan turned his attention to Xavier: "It was fine."

Xavier's straight mouth returned, offering the man a soft shake of his head.

"Oh, what did you two do?" Ororo asked, pulling her teacup to her lips to hide her smirk.

"Nothing," you, and Logan, added quickly. You turned to Logan then back to Ororo.

"Nothing happened," you repeated to her, sitting upright to rest your arms on the dark wood table.

"You pinned him, I wouldn't say that's nothing," Xavier mentioned, pulling his own teacup up to take a sip.

"You pinned him?" Ororo repeated, turning to Logan as she set down her cup. "She pinned you?"

Logan grit, his mouth forming its own tense line before looking at Xavier. You did the same.

"I-I didn't say anything," you said, trying to explain yourself to Logan.

Logan's shoulders relaxed in a heavy sigh just as Ororo giggled in delight: "You didn't have to."

Raising a brow at Logan, he shook his head and nodded to Xavier. "He reads minds."

You stiffened, your eyes slowly migrating over to Professor Xavier. He smiled, tipping his cup to you.

"Secret's safe with me, my dear."

You deflated, trying your best to hold Xavier's gaze though you wanted to see what Logan was making of it. Opening your mouth to make some sort of explanation, you were interrupted by Rogue calling out to the yard that she was making lunch if anyone wanted a sandwich.

You were unmoved, though Kurt and Scott were quick to leave the tennis court. Ororo stood up, grabbing the teapot in the center table and offered to brew a second pot.

"I'll help you, my dear." Xavier opted, gearing his wheelchair across the patio and through the glass doors before they shut after him.

You were left alone with Logan once again. He was unmoving from across the table, staring over at you while you shut your eyes to keep your breath.

"I bet he saw what we did," Logan said, circling around the table and leaning against it before you. "That's why he left, made Ororo go too."

You opened your eyes to meet Logan's eyes, dark and warm, though his pupils appeared to be pulsing.

"We-I--" you tried to respond though your stomach was knotting nervously.

The heat of the day, combined with the quick recall of Logan rubbing against you, made you clench your legs tighter. It was a fruitless endeavor, Logan could smell your wet as it caught onto your skirt.

He wasn't sure how much further he could be around you without relief. He was throwing caution to the wind, thinking he could withstand another soft breeze in your presence without breaking down to convince you to...

You undid your legs, parting your legs after the strain of keeping chaste. "You like panties, Logan?"

You rested your arms on the chair, righting yourself to allow the breeze to blow teasingly upskirt. Logan turned on his hip to face you, dipping his hand into his pocket to loop a finger around the cotton.

He peeled them out, flashing them over to you. "I call it a consolation prize, for tapping out earlier."

You tempted your tongue between your lips, shifting in your seat to bring back the friction Logan gave you earlier.

"I thought the humping would be enough of a consolation," you said, crossing your ankles together.

Logan showed his grit teeth, his eyes slipping to take in your outfit. "I'd call that an appetizer." He dangled the soft cotton panties from his middle finger, folding it into his hand to rub his thumb against the lining of them.

"I like it fresh," he teased, his brow barely taunting from its resting spot.

You straightened your neck, rolling your shoulders back to push your chest forward. "I don't know what you're talking about."

Logan smiled boyishly, something that you wanted from this specific man since you got here. Your heart fumbled, which Logan heard and it made his mouth water.

"Your pussy, darlin'. My main course."

With the words leaving his mouth, you expected him to burst into laughter. But his maw was left open, adjusting his jaw as you bit back your eager want for him to eat you.

Logan stepped closer, nudging a knee between yours to separate them. "It's been on my mind all morning."

You tried to steady yourself, meeting Logan's eyes again as he loomed over you. There was nothing you felt that you could say to make it better. Your stomach was now melted to nothing, spreading your legs further than Logan silently willed.

Logan mapped out your face, giving no leeway to your want or disgust. You glanced over to the glass doors behind Logan, noticing the curtain furl.

You stood, coming close to Logan to take his musk. Naturally woodsy, his sweat undertoned by a metallic heat that came off of him. Your breath was lost again, glancing to his naked collarbone then his neck and finally him.

"All morning?" You asked in a soft voice.

Logan heard your question clear as day in his ears, focusing all of his starved attention on you. The bait was acting alone now, luring him to a salvation he'd forgotten about.

He lost his words, his nostrils flaring as he gruffed at you. You folded your lips together, staring down at the terracotta patio beneath both of your feet.

You glanced over your shoulder to the corners of the shrub garden then back to him. "Out of sight?"

Logan's face quirked in amusement at your question, his brow tempting to curl. "I'll eat you out on the dining table if you prefer."

Your heart sank down your body just as the invigorating shock shot up your spine. Logan peeked down to see your nipples peaking through your heather blue X shirt, making him wet his bottom lip patiently.

You grabbed onto his shirt, pulling him after you onto the grass then into the flower garden. You were intoxicated in his proximity, lowering down onto the ground for him to make up the distance.

Logan did so, leaning in to fervently kiss your lips. He'd never dreamt of a kiss so hungry, licking into your mouth to scour your taste before pulling away to grip your jaw.

You ground your ass into the tilled dirt, becking after Logan's mouth to chase the instant high rushing through you.

Logan went for broke, touching at your legs and admiring them under his fingertips. He hissed at your neck, his nose wiggling to inhale all you gave off. The supple sweetness of your skin: your lotion barely washed off, your shampoo still fragrant in the nape of your neck, your pussy wet just a cherry on top to the intricate bouquet of you.

He nipped at your skin, licked down and up your neck before finding your kiss again. You panted into his mouth, chasing for more just as he balked and dragged his nose down your chest.

Logan gripped at your breast through your shirt, breathing over the soft peak of your nipple before closing his mouth over it. You bucked, your heels grinding into the dirt while you stifled yourself.

Logan parted from your nipple, turning to swirl his nose around the other before continuing down your body. He licked his lips fully at your skirt, taking the hem of it and slowly peeling it back to reveal your pussy.

For once his imagination matched up, your naked pussy a wet mess. You parted your thighs further to allow Logan a better view and he appreciated it. His cock appreciated it, the inner animal appreciated it.

He stretched his body out in the dirt after you, circling his hands at your hips in admiration. Logan dragged his lips at your thigh, taking grip of it to kiss heartily at your skin.

His lips sectioned on your flesh, nibbling carefully between kisses before turning to your other leg and doing the same. Your legs were already shaking in anticipation, your heels raising out of the dirt.

Logan leveled you back down with a crestfallen glare up your body. He placed a hand at your stomach, giving you the instance to connect.

"Let me..." he began, panting and licking at the inside of your thigh. "At my own pace. Don't rush."

You gripped at his hand, steeling your resolve and nodding carefully at him. Logan smirked, taking his lips to kiss your clit.

You flinched, but didn't buck after him when he retreated. You bit at your bottom lip, staring this man down as he kept your eyes and licked a soft stripe against your pussy.

Your brows knitted together, opening your mouth to groan. Your squeezing hand on his tensed, unsure if you wouldn't last as long as he intended for you.

"Keep it here, beautiful," Logan purred, circling his tongue against your clit. "Focus here."

Your chest felt an internal skip, keeping Logan's eyes as he finally gave in to his want and began work his tongue on and around your pussy before inching a finger into you.

Your eyes crossed, trying to hold on while his thick digit pumped into your walls. You broke, tilting your head away from his gaze to cry out.

"I love that noise," Logan muttered, breaking from your pussy to caress your thigh again.

His finger never stopped, pumping a bit faster to follow the pulsing of your walls. When he pulled it out slightly, he opted a second finger in and watched you break further.

Your walls welcomed him eagerly, writhing softly in the dirt at the feeling. Logan returned to your clit, aiding you and his fingers as they curled and stroked.

"Is that good?" He growled, losing all humanity in his voice as red began to taint his vision.

The vignette circled his eyes, leaving you the sole focus in his mind. You crooned, nodding carelessly as your hand squeezed a bit tighter at his.

Logan continued, grinding his rigid cock into the dirt beneath him. The thought piqued in the back of his mind, straightening a third finger to match his others and working it into you.

You panted out, seating your hips a bit harder in the dirt as Logan pumped three fingers into you with intent.

He smacked his lips, dragging them against your thigh before biting at your skin. You moaned, your thigh twitching in response.

"I gotta work you open," Logan offered, his voice piggybacking on a growl stuck in his throat. "My cock won't in your tight pussy just yet."

Your eyes watered, watching the beast come undone from the man. You nodded in agreement, holding out for Logan to do as told.

Your pussy was throbbing from the attention, your clit hitting the cool air and beckoning you overboard.

"It feel good, sweetheart?" Logan asked, not expecting an answer as he returned to your clit. "You wanna cum on my fingers? The wetter you get, the easier I'll be."

You were breaking now, your hand guiding Logan's up under your shirt to take handful of your breast. He smiled against your pussy, sucking on your clit harder as he worked at your nipple.

You raised your hips slightly, the work of Logan's knuckles sliding through you hard to ignore. Logan slurped, sating the rumble in his stomach with your taste.

"Come on, beautiful, come on. In my mouth, on my fingers," Logan slurred against you, his words vibrating into you.

You tightened your stomach, sitting up to meet his eyes again. Logan stared along the lengthened topography of your body, taking a tender squeeze at your breast just as your other hand went to his hair.

He smirked, raising his nose before nudging down. "I want to watch you cum."

His fingers sped up, his lips suctioned at your clit to drive you to see stars in your vision. You couldn't hold back your noises, moaning lowly down your body as Logan squeezed at your nipple.

"Logan," you gasped, coiling on his actions at once and tightening your fingers in his hair as you came.

Riding into his mouth and fingers, you whimpered at the rolling lush within you, making you floaty while your heart raced.

When you felt you were finished, Logan continued. He drew out a few twitches in your knees, your stomach tightening as you pussy pulsed around Logan's fingers.

Logan licked you clean, making long stripes at your pussy as he slid his fingers out. The long string of your wet followed, his digits coated in your essence.

You whined at his retreat, your body collapsing after the synapses stopped firing. You caught your breath, lolling your head back between your shoulders.

Logan licked heartily at his wet fingers, savoring your mild taste before sitting up on his knees to slide his hand down his pants. He stroked his cock with the remnant of your wet on his hand, only working his rampant urge further.

Pulling his hand out, he glanced over to the glass doors then back down at you. "Let's go upstairs, sweetheart."

You sat up, sighing at the wisps of pleasure that slipped through you. Meeting Logan's eyes, you nodded, your stomach tickled at chasing another high.

Logan refrained from showing surprise on his face, his brows laxing from his eyes before grabbing your wrist and leg, hoisting you over his shoulders.

You squeaked, feeling his arm curl around your leg as you rested on his built shoulders. The dirt on your skirt shed down his body as Logan stood up, making his way across the backyard onto the patio.

He puffed his chest in silent triumph, readily showing his trophy as he opened the back door. When he stepped inside, he noticed Xavier and Ororo sharing tea in the doorway of the dining room.

Logan raised a brow at the two of them, moreso Ororo who'd pulled up a chair next to Xavier's wheelchair.

"Really?" Logan grit as you ducked your head in slight embarrassment.

Xavier was unmoved as Ororo nervously stood and attempted to hide her smile with her teacup.

"I'd predicted this," Xavier said, taking another sip before moving his chair into the dining room. "Ororo, you owe me dinner."

"Professor," Ororo stressed, following Xavier into the room, leaving Logan to glance at you turning bright in embarrassment.

He jostled you tenderly, shaking his head before carrying you upstairs. Logan glanced around the floor then rushed into his room. He carefully tossed you onto his bed, watching you bounce among the stray feathers from his desecrated pillow.

His brows flexed, watching your skirt flow at the same, allowing him another glance at your naked pussy. You settled yourself in the center of the bed, holding your hands out to brace yourself.

Logan stood at the edge of his bed, eyes raking up and down your body, rewarding himself with the presence of you in his bed. Now that you were here, he was unsure where to have you first, if you'd recoil after the first time.

Logan clambered onto his bed over you, his hand haltingly touched up your thigh before pulling your leg to his hip. You touched his cheek, earning his soft snarl before relinquishing. Your fingers slipped further before reaching his hair, combing through it with his short locks curling around your digits.

Logan leaned into your neck, inhaling your scent as his hands kneaded at your bare thighs and up to your ass. He turned you both over, finding his back to the bed.

You adjusted over Logan, resting your knees on the bed to brace his waist and his unyielding, actively throbbing cock. You gasped, looking down at where you sat then to Logan.

He smirked knowingly, barely raising his brows as his eyes did the teasing. "I told you."

Your brows knitted in concern, raising on your knees as Logan curled an arm arounf your waist. With his free hand, he shrugged at a hip of his sweats, his cock barely snaking from its confines before grabbing it alone.

You looked down at his grip on his cock, his fist barely taking half of his length. He was strained with veins, a member stringent and alert with his cockhead red and leaking with precum.

"Oh, oh my god," you breathed, your chest tightening as your pussy pulsed in response.

You braced a hand to Logan's chest, shifting over Logan's cock before raising higher on your knees to point his cockhead to your entrance.

The two of you met eyes, Logan's irises blown to obsidian while he panted. You pouted softly, sinking onto Logan's length. His cockhead popped into you, instantly making you tempt a sated smile.

Logan restrained himself, shutting his eyes to ease out a breath. He'd allow you the lead at first, but was itching to take over.

He'd need to sink his cock deep into you after all, for his own relief. Logan knew that he'd make his knot fit in you, but that was getting ahead of himself.

Your hand gripped at his beater, whimpering as you wiggled your hips to slide Logan further in.

"You're taking me so well," Logan praised, reaching under your skirt to caress your hip.

You felt his thumb on your skin, coaxing you further until you couldn't anymore. Your eyes lulled, fluttering, at reaching an internal pause.

You rolled your hips again, squeaking when you did before attempting to reverse on Logan's length. Logan huffed at the white-hot core of you, enraptured with the roll of your hips at an attempt to go further.

Logan propped himself up on his elbow, his hand on your hip stilling you with a hiss. You moaned, leaning back an inch to lift off of him.

His nostrils flared at your retreat, your pulsing walls slicking his length. You paused halfway, returning your way down on Logan's length again.

His brows shot, his hand tensing to clench your hip but groaned out instead.

"T-too much, I can't," you mewled, bowing forward against his chest.

Logan huffed mirthlessly, slowly righting you on him. "C'mon beautiful, just a little longer like this. Then I'll take over."

Your pout protruded, staring at Logan for him to take over that instant. He stretched his hand over to your mound, finding your clit and stroking it gently.

You hiccuped, losing sight as your eyes fluttered. Your knees tempted to squeeze at his sides, but Logan's other hand held your kneecap.

"Relax, relax," he ordered lowly, his hand snaking up your thigh coaxingly. "Just let...go."

You squeezed your eyes shut, trying to do as Logan said but feeling your neck twinge in strain. Logan tilted his head, unable to help himself from taking you in.

"Come here," Logan said, pushing himself further forward for you to meet his lips.

He kissed you, earning a heightened moan from you. Logan's thumb kept stroking your clit, making you slowly melt around his length.

You hummed, twitching at each touch he gave you. His fingers spread against your waist, taking in more of your miniscule movements. Each soft buck your hips did earned his hums of encouragement into your mouth.

When he parted from your lips, you rested your forehead against his. You panted lowly against his lips, your hand going for the back of Logan's neck.

"Are you gonna be a good girl and cum again?" He asked, nudging his nose against yours.

Logan was biding his time, luring you further in before he took hold. His hand at your thigh continued up your side, shrugging your shirt up to reveal your breasts.

You nodded against his forehead, slowly raising up on your knees then back down in a slow rhythm. He sneered, his top lip peeling back to reveal a sharp white canine.

"I'm gonna ruin you," he growled, letting you ride him as he breathed against you and stroked your carnal fire.

Logan's hand cupped under your breast, bucking into you when you sank down on his length. You gasped before Logan's mouth, nodding against his forehead in agreement.

"Yes, ruin me," you hissed, arching into Logan's touch as his thumb stroked your clit and flicked at your nipple in tandem.

And you moaned outwardly, your mouth gaping open as you nudged his nose for his kiss again. You were edging on the precipice of pleasure, clenching around Logan's girth.

Logan seethed, hummed and bided his time. "You're such a beautiful mess right now. Can I get you to cry?"

Your face scrunched, holding out though your eyes threatened. "Fuck, Logan. D-don't."

Logan grinned against your lips, taking your lips in another kiss. At the same time, he pinched tenderly at your nipple, bringing you to arch into him and orgasm on his cock.

"That's...my girl," he purred, circling his hand from your clit to grab your ass. Logan guided you to rock your hips on him, slowly taking more of his length in.

You gasped away from his mouth, feeling his cock push further into you. Logan hummed, running his nose down the length of your throat as he muttered his praises.

He lifted a hip, turning your over in his bed to lie down. Logan lifted your leg, thrusting further into you.

You threw your head back, squeezing your eyes shut to not draw tears. "Logan," you squealed, reaching to grip at Logan's only good pillow.

Logan lowered over you, righting his hips against your before pulling out. He took hold of your shirt, peeling it up over your face before tangling it in your arms.

He went for your skirt, tugging it down your legs as he sat on his haunches. You writhed on Logan's sheets, relishing the remaining euphoria buzzing over your skin.

Logan shrugged off his shirt, peeling up his beater to guide his cock against your swelling lips. You whined as Logan grabbed the back of your thigh and pushed it up to your chest.

"Almost there, sweetheart," Logan soothed, running his hand back down your thigh before resting his hand to your stomach.

Your pout returned, meeting Logan's eyes as he quickly thrust into you. Your hand drifted before Logan's face, allowing it to fall before you desperately grabbed at his beater.

"F-fuck Logan, I-I can't," you broke down, turning your face away from him to bite away your tears.

Logan lowered himself further onto you, your knee bracing further up his torso. "I know you can. You can last a minute longer, I'll make it worth it."

You shook your head against the bed, not meeting his sultry gaze. Logan nosed at your ear, his rolling breaths tempting down your skin.

"Darling," Logan mumbled down at you.

He reached a hand up to your throat, gripping softly at your jaw to turn you to him. Logan rubbed his thumb under your bottom lip before leaning in to kiss you again.

This feeling shot to your toes, your body livening to touch all you could of Logan's. When he broke, he nudged your nose and rocked his hips softly.

"You're still so wet for me," he praised in a whisper before your lips.

Your face scrunched again, not needing of his praise as he paved into you, echoing remnants of pleasure. "D-don't stop."

Logan's eyes rolled in relief, starting a softer pace to sate his feral urge to rut. The animal was sated, driving further into you and pausing for longer as he caressed your cervix.

You writhed underneath him, your knee twitching the longer his thrusts went on. You broke, raising to hide your face in Logan's neck with a few pitiful moans.

Logan was relieved at the wild throbbing of your pussy, the ghost of yet another orgasm ripping through you. He picked up for a moment, grabbing your other leg to draw it up to your chest before thrusting into you with finality.

You winced, feeling all of Logan's length housed inside of you. Your breath skipped as Logan's face scrunched in pleasure, his lips skirting before yours. He groaned out, showing his undoing as his knot slowly swelled just inside of you.

You hummed in slight discomfort, the thought of Logan filling you a distraction from the reality. Logan collapsed over you, dropping your legs and curling his arms around you.

"That's..." he gasped, kissing at your chest then up to your neck, "my girl."

You hid a roll of your eyes, realizing that earlier this same day you two were unknowing of one another. You braced a hand to your damp forehead, combing your hair away as you caught your breath.

"I'm gonna keep you," Logan teased, nudging his nose along your collarbone. "to get you through my days."

You glanced down at him, noting a boyish lightness about him. Your hand went for the back of his neck, curling through his hair again.

You felt the pulse of Logan's cock inside of you, twitching though he was nestled sturdily inside you. With a quirk of a brow, you slipped a hand between the two of you, reaching down to assess the situation.

You gasped at the odd feeling of him plugged inside you. His cock was still a part of him, his balls nestled carefully just against your inside hip. This was definitely new.

"Hey, hey, beautiful I can explain," Logan said, lifting onto his arm to look down at you.

Your bewildered eyes met his and laughed in slight disbelief. He smirked somewhat nervously, taking in your silence with grace.

"I am part animal..." Logan began, though that was all he had as explanation.

Your brows knitted in concern. "What is it?"

Logan shrugged, though he knew what it was. He knew its purpose. He still wanted to introduce you to it.

"It's...a knot. Just a little oddity," he continued, kissing at your cheek to coax you down. "Only shows up when I'm in rut."

You were sure your face was expressing more than you wanted to. Logan wanted to laugh with you, but was waiting until you were actually amused.

"Rut?"

"Just a few days where I have the animal urge to fuck," he muttered, dropping his head to your shoulder at the realization that this was not going how he'd wanted.

Still, you were not as put off as you once thought you'd be. With a soft gulp, your hand in his hair resumed coyly.

"Just a few days?" you asked, ducking your chin to look at Logan.

Logan's smile returned half-watt, sitting up to kiss your lips. "Maybe a few more with you."

You hummed after his kiss, your eyes rolling at the feeling of him and his cock. Logan broke away first, moaning at the loss of your kiss.

"And that little trick of yours, but I'm not picky."

You scoffed, giggling at Logan as you playfully shoved at his shoulder.

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[GI] Kinktober Day 10: "Exhibitionism"

Summary: After your stunt with Tartaglia, you are forced to deal with the repercussions of Capitano's not-so-well-hidden jealousy.

Warning(s): Reader is fucked in front of an audience, Dub-Con, Degradation, (Probably a whole slew of other warnings that I can’t think of rn).

Side Note(s): Okay so—I switched it up last minute to exhibitionism because I realized that I get confused easily between that and voyeurism (+ I have more of a love for exhibitionism anyway).

Also, this is kinda an unofficial pt. 2 to the "Sharing" fic I posted? I mostly kept to the same "storyline"(?) because it was easier on the brain for me.

Your relationship with Capitano has been in a...weird spot, to the least, ever since that day between yourself, Tartaglia, and Capitano.

At the end of it all, the men didn't even get what they had originally wanted. You were far too fucked-dumb to even decipher who was who, much less come up with enough letters capable of yelling out a name. But, for the sake of being tired himself, Tartaglia had admitted "defeat" and carried on his merry way! Eventually, he left Capitano's war band and continued on his own personal mission, leaving you behind and working for Capitano permanently like you were originally supposed to.

But it's been awkward.

Capitano was curt with you, only speaking to you when he needed to. If you were caught taking a moment to relax, you began to pray that Capitano wouldn't happen upon you, he'd only immediately order you to get back to work!

No longer did he greet you warmly and no longer did he seem to care about your well-being. When the entire war party moved, he no longer expected you to be by his side, nor did he constantly check to see if you were! You could've been at the very back of the party and he wouldn't have given a single damn.

You had a mind to call your boss out on his behavior, pull him aside, and ask what the issue was and...whether or not there was still something between you both.

Although, you already had a mind to think that any feelings that may have started to blossom had long since been crushed underneath heel and foot.

Until today that is, when you were in your tent and finishing up some reports.

. . .

You quickly rose to your feet when Capitano suddenly entered your tent, bowing your head as you murmured a respectful 'Lord Capitano' in greeting.

He responded with a gruff noise of acknowledgment. "There will be a feast held tonight," Capitano said.

Your brow cocked, a feast? You hadn't heard anything relating to a feast at all. "Our efforts and missions have been going smoothly, I figured it's overdue to reward everyone in this camp. Even you." You bit the inside of your cheek at the cold way he addressed you. Had you known that accepting Tartaglia's offer—that rogue ginger-headed charmer—would lead to such an awkward tension between you and Capitano, you would've never allowed Tartaglia to trick you!

"...That's...that's kind of you." You said before sighing.

He nodded his head before turning to leave, prompting you to quickly stop him. "M-My Lord," You started off. "About that day...are you still—"

"I'll be taking my leave,"

"Lord Capitano!" You said more firmly this time, walking around your desk and beginning to close the distance between the two of you. "You can't continue to avoid me, n-not to mention treat me as I—" You stopped in your tracks when the first harbinger turned his head to look at you. And although you couldn't see his eyes, nor his expression behind that dark mask...the danger that oozed off of him. It made you audibly gulp as you took a few steps back.

You bowed your head in silent apology. "...You will come to my tent before the feast officially begins." Then, he walked out. A cold bead of sweat dripped down your neck at the vague order. Either it would be nothing aside from more work, Capitano deciding to kill you, or...hopefully, he'd finally get over his attitude and talk to you.

You couldn't stand how things were at the moment.

So, when the time finally arrived and the feast was ten minutes away from the beginning. You found yourself in Capitano's tent, your hands resting neatly in front of you as you stood at the entrance of his lavish tent. "My Lord, the feast will begin soon." You gently reminded him. "Shall I alert the soldiers of anything before it begins?" You continued.

You didn't receive a response until Capitano emerged from the covered part of his tent, adorned in the usual attire he wore when he appeared during important Fatui functions or battles. "No," He answered. "Simply follow me." Your brow rose as he walked past you, but nonetheless, you dutifully followed after him outside and back into the steadily warming air thanks to the bonfire that had just been set up.

As the soldiers began to gather, however, Capitano clearing his throat before he broke out into an, admittedly, very admirable speech as he thanked and showed gratitude towards his soldiers. Certain things started to stand out to you as your eyes washed over the crowd. Such as...the doctors and nurses of the camp weren't present, surely they deserved some praise and appreciation too? Too many times have soldiers or even your boss himself had come into the camp injured from head to toe! They'd quickly patch them up and almost seem to perform magic, you've heard soldiers state that one doctor in particular was good at numbing the pain!

There were none of the cooks, blacksmiths or even the younger soldiers that were fresh into the party, tasked to simply stand aside and watch.

All this boiled down to this "feast" being composed of nothing more than the more experienced soldiers, simply leaving you with a number ranging around the hundreds.

As pieces started to merge together although...a heavy hand placed itself on your shoulder, and then, you tuned back into the conversation. "...You will all bear witness as to my secretary learning who she truly belongs to, hopefully with an audience, she will learn not to be so easy for others."

What had just happened?

. . .

"Apologize." Capitano gruffly ordered you as the loud sound of your squelching cunt echoed through the camp. Not even the whistling winds could muffle your desperate panting as Capitano fingered your soaked cunt, taking special care to not knick you with his claws. "Apologize for being such a desperate whore..." He hissed out, loud enough for everyone to hear. "...for being so easy to fuck, not even having the courtesy to quiet yourself down despite being in a camp full of my soldiers."

Your cheeks burned with shame as you could feel hundreds of eyes on you. You didn't know whether you wanted the soldiers to be disgusted at the sight and turn away or if...you preferred this in a sick way, although there were some women amongst the crowd, the heavy sound of panting amongst the men made you clench around nothing, your slick beginning to drip and run down from your cunt and onto Capitano's lap.

Something that the ever-vigilant Captain didn't miss.

"You shameless whore." He snarled in your ear, your body shuddering at the feeling of his sharp teeth grazing the skin on your ear. "You're getting even wetter at being watched?" The harbinger nearly had a mind to laugh at how your legs twitched, as if you wanted to curl into yourself at his cruel words. He almost allowed himself to feel bad, until he smelled how your arousal grew at his words.

Oh...so you liked this.

Well...that explained everything.

Slowly, he took his fingers away from your cunt, a string of arousal still connecting him to you as he brought them up to his face. "So that's why you fucked my fellow harbinger." He sneered, opening and closing his index and middle finger, playing with your slick.

"H-Huh?" You moaned, both in disappointment and confusion. Despite the cold, your body burned with desire, one that grew more potent by the passing second as you felt Capitano's obvious hard-on behind you. You were grateful for your tears blurring your vision, for as Capitano continued to let you sit in his lap exposed to his soldiers, you at least could fool yourself into thinking that no one was paying attention.

But only for so long.

A scream tore from you as the Captain's fingers returned to your sex, his fingers dipping into your pussy before they had quickly found your g-spot whilst his other hand wrapped around your torso to begin flicking rapidly at your clit. All the air in your lungs were nearly knocked out of you at the rate of how quickly you were approaching your climax, your hands fruitlessly clawing at Capitano's forearms as drool started to dribble from the side of your mouth, your eyes starting to roll into the back of your skull.

"C-Captain..." You moaned. "O-Oh Archons...!" You keened.

He didn't relent. "Take it," He ordered as if he were ordering a soldier. "Considering you've taken me and Tartaglia at the same time...you should be used to the pleasure." He chuckled gruffly.

He tightened his hold on you as you squirmed. "Slut," He spat. "Quit squirming."

It was only when Capitano suddenly bit down on your shoulder were you pushed off the edge, your mouth falling open in a silent scream as your body stilled and your vision turned completely white. For a long while, you drifted on that cloud of sheer bliss...until you were brought back down by the feeling of something hard slapping against your cunt, snapping you back to reality before you were face to face with the harbinger's cock.

Starting off at a lighter color at the base before turning into a dark purple towards the middle and upwards at the tip. You shuddered when you remembered that Capitano's cock was inside of you...not even a whole two weeks prior! The ridges along his dick were intimidating, especially with the way it twitched and oozed pre-cum.

You gasped when he parted your cunt wider with his fingers. "If you won't apologize with your mouth..." He started off before he lifted you a little, as easily as he would carry a sack of flour before the tip of his cock pressed against your opening. "...Maybe you'll be more apologetic with your pussy."

. . .

Capitano didn't waste any time to wrap a hand around your mouth, although, the sheer size of his hand nearly engulfed your entire face. As he pressed you impossibly closer to him, he made sure to get really close to your ear as he spoke to you. "Make sure to look my soldiers in the eye as you apologize to me with this cunt of yours." He said before he slowly pushed himself into you.

Immediately, you broke his command, your eyes threatening to roll into the back of your head. Something that Capitano quickly corrected with his free hand slapping the side of your thigh. "Look at them." He reminded you. As more of his dick sunk into you, your eyes blurry and struggling to focus as you looked at the soldiers before you. You accidentally made eye contact with one of them, all before...your eyes glimpsed at his noticeably hard cock.

In fact, you noticed how all of them were hard.

Your cunt clenched tighter around your boss' dick at that realization. "Fuck—" He whispered. "You must've noticed, hm? How they all yearn to fuck you? My secretary." He continued.

When your pussy twitched at his words, he lightly pinched your side in punishment. "Greedy pussy...still eager to take more cock despite having me inside of you?" A muffled yelp resounded against the harbinger's hand when the rest of the Captain's dick was suddenly pushed into you. More moans followed suit as his fat tip began to poke and prod at your sweet spot, deep inside of you. "Don't worry, I'll curb your greediness soon." He whispered, the sheer possessiveness in his deep voice making goosebumps pop up all over your skin and down your spine.

More than you cared to realize, you loved when your boss was possessive over you. And that love only grew more when he started to move, his balls slapping against your skin as he took up a brutal pace almost immediately. You tried your best to keep your moans quiet when he suddenly released his grip over your mouth for it to take up stationing itself on your waist, aiding in pulling you down faster and harder against his pelvis. But it was so fucking hard to be quiet when he was fucking you like he was afraid of loosing you. As if you'd be gone the second this was all done.

"C-Captain..." You groaned. "F-Feels so good...!" You continued to cry out, blissful tears running down your face as you lost yourself in the feeling of his cock. Delicious sparks ran up and down your spine at the feeling of the ridges alongside his cock rubbing against your walls, your arms coming to loop themselves around the back of the Captain's neck as his groans started to become more and more audible.

His cock was touching all the right spots inside of you, making you see stars behind your eyes. "Fuck—" He snarled. "Archons...your cunt is squeezing me so tightly." He groaned, his head coming to bury itself in the crook of your head before he whispered more words you were too cock-drunk to decipher. You whined when he sped up the pace of his thrusts against you, your cock-drunk babbles turning from moaning to pleading for him to go easier on you, much to the harbinger's amusement. "Too much?" He mocked, faking sympathy as he fucked you harder in turn. "That's too bad. You wanted this, so you're going to fucking take it." He growled.

He was suffocating you in the best way possible as each time his cock slid into you, it practically punched the air from your lungs, the scent of sex in the air making it feel like it was hard to breathe. But you loved it. You assume that's why your second orgasm snuck upon you so suddenly, the presence of people watching your boss fuck you silly on his lap...the degrading words he whispered into your ear in combination to the pleasure. It was all making your mind spin. "You're fucking tightening up on me..." Capitano grit his teeth together, his claws beginning to dig into your skin.

"Gonna cum?" He asked before he kissed the side of your neck, lightly nipping it as he felt his orgasm begin to approach as well. "Cum all over my cock then." He cooed, the feeling of his twitching dick battering against your cervix making you let out a few more strangled moans before you froze again him with a loud cry.

"Fuck...fuckfuckfuckfuck." He groaned, fucking you through your orgasm for a few more thrusts until he stilled against your still twitching pussy with a loud hiss of his own. You moaned softly as you struggled to come down from being dicked down, a dopey grin plastering itself onto your face as you looked behind you with both a happy expression and a shy one.

The harbinger, although dazed and hidden behind his mask, smirked confidently, the way he moved to run his fingers through your hair shockingly gentle.

He doubted you would want to go and find someone else to fuck after tonight.

[corvidaerook]

I'm thinking about Rook De Riva and Viago again and just rambling about my thoughts, which might change when it's not 3am:

For my Rook, I think the reason he never met Lucanis, Illario, or Caterina before Veilguard, or even apparently saw them from a distance considering he didn't recognize them at all, was partly because of Viago and Viago's past with the King.

Basically, Viago got forced to choose between being a Crow or being exiled because of his position as a bastard child. He didn't have a choice in it, which in my opinion leads to him having issues with the whole idea of power and who holds it and all that ("The Crows rule Antiva" do you mean the Crows, or do you mean you, Viago?) And that makes me think of two things.

1) Viago hating the idea of the higher-up Talons having too much control over him or pulling rank. What's one way to give them less of an opportunity to let them do that? Keep them from ever really seeing his best Crows. And personally, I think it's implied that Rook is one of his best. The way he talks in the Blighted Treviso scene, where he goes "you always think of something!" and acts like Rook literally just being there could've changed anything alone makes me think he relies on Rook a decent amount. Plus him trusting Jacobus to Rook, "you're a damn fine Crow," etc. So I can totally see him tucking Rook away from the higher-ranked Crows as an "out of sight, out of mind" tactic to keep them from using Rook in any way. (I know Teia and Viago don't pull rank with each other, but I can't remember if they said that was all the Talons or just themselves, and I don't believe that none of them do)

And

2) Viago seems to actually care about Rook. Teia says it, Viago seems to imply it, etc. and in my headcanon, it's definitely true. So, similarly to the first point, I think Viago would be hesitant to let anyone he cares about be in a place where they could be subject to a display of power from someone higher up in the Crows. He had to deal with being banished or given to the Crows by his father, and I just don't think he'd tolerate the idea of a similar treatment towards people he cares about. Teia is relatively safe because she's incredibly capable herself and has Caterina's support, but Rook when they were just starting out? Viago couldn't have been sure that they would win over anyone important enough to give them that sort of immunity. So to me, it feels like the easier method would be to just keep Rook out of the way. If Rook is never really noticed by the higher crows, they could never be deliberately singled out. Not only would that protect Rook, but I think it would also satisfy the paranoid, overly cautious part of Viago that's constantly waiting for another adder in the wardrobe situation.

(also, 3, Imo Viago would love to have a secret ace in the hole trick up his sleeve in the form of a personally trained, very skilled assassin who none of the other big-name Crows have necessarily noticed. Especially if Teia helped train them too, on top of Viago and an Heir. Two, if not three, incredibly talented teachers making a top tier assassin? It'd be his dream come true if they'd just start listening to his fucking orders.)

So, with those two (3ish) reasons, I think Viago purposefully keeping Rook away from the Dellamortes makes a lot of sense. I can absolutely see it where Viago just sent Rook away whenever there was some important meeting or he knew Illario would be around the Diamond or that Lucanis would be at the cafe. He might've even warned Rook that he wanted them to stay away from the Dellamortes because he didn't trust them not to fuck up in front of them, meanwhile he was really calculating about how best to keep Rook from being noticed until they were at a point where he would feel like they were ready.

And then Rook went and pissed off everyone with the Antaam stunt, all at once, and Viago had to send Rook away, making him use his power to make choices for Rook in the exact way that he'd been plotting so carefully to avoid anybody else doing to them.

[wyked-ao3]

PJO Equinox-Solstice exchange

@soaking-wet-cat-punk here is the fic :) @hallsoffandom

Request something Frank-related please!! minimal angst, he has had enough. Something about him having a nice day?? a picnic with Hazel?? taking a break from praetorian stuff? idk let my man rest

Pair hazel/frank

Tags: day off,fluff,cute, proposal

A/N first time writing for this fandom and I don't know either of them that well but I hope you enjoy it :)

Around 3k word count

Let me know if you want it cross posted on ao3 @soaking-wet-cat-punk

Tagging @stars-forever who I know enjoys pjo content, and another pjo fan @sunglasses-in-the-bentley

Hazel arranged for a day off with her commander then scheduled one for Frank as well, a few coins did the trick on Frank's commanding officer. She had already made arrangements for a picnic; she just needed to tell Frank about the surprise…she hoped he liked it. She had noticed that Frank had been a little stressed recently and was a little worried that his new unit was picking on him over something again…she knew some of the fellow demigods could be cruel when it came to Someone of a mixed heritage. Like her and Frank they both had dealt with more than their fair share of bullies over the years and she was just hoping it was not related to that once again. If it was well then she wanted a list so she could have a little chat with them about it..

Hazel walked to the house and knocked, not surprised to see Frank open the door. She smiled and said, “I have a day out planned for us.”

Frank paled and said, “That's nice but I have work?” Wondering why she had not mentioned it sooner. He felt bad that he would miss it.

Hazel chuckled and said, “I cleared it with your boss.” Handing the letter over. She knew she probably should have told him that upfront but she liked to see him squirm sometimes. She enjoyed seeing his narrow brown eyes widened just a little…it was adorable..and it was not like he didn't occasionally pull similar stunts.

Frank smiled and said, “Then it sounds like fun.” Setting the letter down because he trusted that hazel had it all straightened out if she said she did. He knew she wouldn't betray him over something so simple. He looked into her big golden eyes that glimmered in the light in a way that made his heart speed up just a little. He asked, “What all should I grab?” not knowing exactly what she had planned for them.

Hazel tilted her head as she thought about the answer and said, “Yourself and a weapon of course.”

Frank laughed and replied, “Any preator worth their drachma would not be caught dead without a weapon.”

Hazel snorted, “Actually they would be caught dead if they did not have one.” really it was a bad idea to leave your weapons behind especially with the things that hunted half-bloods.

Frank raised an eyebrow and said, “Someone's feeling dark today.” 

Hazel replied, “I'm not feeling dark, however I was wondering what has made you upset the last couple days?” relaxing as they talked.

Frank started fidgeting and said, “Nothing really.” He really didn't want to say what was bothering him. He needed to figure out a few things on his own first. He wanted everything to be perfect.

Hazel raised an eyebrow and said, “You only fidget when you're nervous or lying…so which is it?” She was not impressed he was trying to hide something although she could understand not wanting to talk about something yet.

Frank glanced down and said “Well, I have been nervous but it's nothing bad.”Hazel looked into his eyes before nodding. She would give him space for now. She was still curious but she could respect the boundaries he was requesting.

They continued to walk until they got to the clearing that hazel had set up for them to have a picnic in. Frank looked at the baskets and the plaid blanket with a fond look, he was a little surprised she had gone through the trouble of all this to surprise him because she thought he was down. It made it a little easier to find peace in his decision. He said softly “Thank you for this.”

Hazel smiled at him and said, “It was no problem I always enjoy spending time with you.” She pulled him over to the blanket and down to the ground to sit with her, fighting against the urge to fan her face. She was a little embarrassed right now.

Frank smiled as he sat. He watched her hair frizz up just a little more than usual due to the high humidity in the air. He said, “You are too sweet sometimes you know that.”

Hazel rolled her eyes at Frank and replied, “I'm not all that sweet, let's get to the ice cream before it melts. I found a non lactose coconut ice cream I thought we could try.”

Frank scrunched his nose up before saying, “I suppose it won't kill me to take a bite.”

Hazel said, “Who knows you might even enjoy it.” holding out a spoon and a half pint container towards him

Frank grabbed them and said, “Thank you.” Because even if it sucked he still appreciated the thought behind it. He took a bite and was surprised that it didn't taste horrible…it was not necessarily ice cream but it was very similar and he kind of liked it.

Hazel took a bite and said, “Well that's not ice cream but it wouldn't be bad on some coconut cake or something like that.” It was not what she had been expecting.

Frank laughed and said, “It's not that bad, I actually kinda like it.” Taking another bite to prove his point.

Hazel smirked and said, “Was that a challenge?” Taking another bite of the coconut flavored weirdness that was claiming to be an ice cream.

Frank laughed and said, “No I was not challenging you, i know you are far too competitive for that to be a good idea.” he paused before adding, “I was just saying I like the flavor and the thought you put into it to find something for us to try together.”

Hazel smiled and said, “I also brought your favorite breakfast food.”

Frank said, “ice cream and my favorite food you're spoiling me.”

Hazel said, “You deserve it.” Pulling out the Poached eggs & bacon on toast with an orange juice box.

Frank wondered what she had brought for herself since he knew she didn't eat a lot of bacon. He took it from hazel and smiled when she pulled out a container of shrimp gumbo that could probably melt the insides of a normal person. He asked, “How can you eat that stuff?”

Hazel replied ,“The more it burns the better it tastes.”

Frank raised an eyebrow because he was fairly certain that was not how that was supposed to work but he was not going to argue with her about it..he had something else to worry about right now..he wanted to do it but he was not sure how she would react. He was a little nervous about what he planned to ask her because he wanted it to be perfect. He watched as the sun rays reflected off of her curly cinnamon brown hair that glimmered a little when the light hit it just right.

Hazel said, “Earth to Frank.”

Frank said, “I'm listening.”

Hazel asked him, “What has you so distracted?”

Frank honestly replied, “You.” He was not afraid to admit that she could be distracting usually when she was not trying to be. He enjoyed seeing her relaxed as it was not something he got to see everyday.

Hazel darkened with a blush as she fanned her face. slightly embarrassed by that. She said, “I'm not that distracting.”

Frank took her hand in his and said, “You are unaware of how you affect others Hazel, you are distracting in several ways, you are kind, you are loyal, you never give up on a friend and you have a beautiful soul to match your exterior.”

Hazel was flustered; she didn't really know how to respond to that as she was not really used to anyone saying something like that about her. She softly said, “It is but a shadow in the light of your soul, you are loyal to a fault and never give up on anyone, you are kind even to those who would hurt you. You are brave enough to follow Percy and his band of misfits into the heart of danger..you are perfect Frank.”

Frank laughed and said, “I still think you outshine me but thank you.” He nibbled on the ice cream as they watched the trees sway in the wind.

Hazel looked to the sky and said, “Looks like we will be getting a storm soon.”

Frank said, “Hopefully Zeus is not in a bad mood.”

Hazel said, “Well he did get his daughter back so perhaps he will lighten up on us.”

Frank raised an eyebrow and said ,“For some reason, I highly doubt that is going to be the case.” He didn't think that was going to be enough to bring Zeus back around to liking half-bloods.

Hazel said, “So do I.” She didn't know what it was exactly but something was whispering to her that trouble would be in the air soon…but not yet, not today.

Time skip

A week or so later, Frank was the one to set up a day off for them to go out..he was planning everything out when he realized he had forgotten to tell Hazel that she didn't have work today. He ran to her place and caught her as she was stepping out of the door.

Hazel said, “I'm surprised to see you so early, is something wrong?” The alarms were not going off and she had not gotten any kind of message that there was a problem or that she was needed.

Frank said, “Nope, you have the day off …I arranged it for us.” Rubbing the back of his neck as he talked.

Hazel raised an eyebrow and asked, “Why is that?”

Frank said, “I want to surprise you with a day out…I just forgot to mention it…I was a little too busy planning it.”

Hazel chuckled and said, “Well, I think we can make the time for it.” Winking at him.

Frank laughed and said, “Yep, it's our day off after all.” he enjoyed the way Hazel just rolled with things…even when he was a little forgetful.

Hazel asked, “So what do you have planned?” Curious if she needed to grab anything for the trip out.

Frank said, “It's a surprise…but I am starting it out with some horseback riding.”

Hazel raised an eyebrow and said, “You on a horse?”

Frank shrugged, he was not exactly keen on it but he wanted to make the day special for Hazel. He wanted everything to go smoothly tonight…he was a little nervous about what he planned to do. He trusted her but was not sure what her reaction to his proposal would be.

Hazel said, “Just be careful, I wouldn't want to see you get hurt.” Frank thought that was fair considering the way animals reacted to him sometimes. He was just hoping since the horse didn't react too badly to him that this would go smoothly for them.

A few hours later

Frank was on the saddle and trying to hide the fact he was nervous about this. His horse followed Hazel and her horse up the oath to the top of the hill where he had set up a picnic..he had brought water and apples for the horses so they would be happy as well. He was surprised he had not been tossed off of the horse yet.

Hazel said, “Thank you, it's been ages since the last time I have been on the saddle.” she smiled at the memories it brought back, she missed her family but that was in the past and she was here now..so she would focus on the here and now.

Frank smiled and said, “No problem.” His horse moved to walk beside Hazel when the path widened enough to allow it. He watched Hazel glide with the horse it was hypnotizing in a way, especially seeing her so relaxed and unguarded. He would treasure this memory forever even if it did not go the way he hoped it would.

Hazel said, “We are almost to the top of the hill, are we turning back or stopping at the top?” not wanting to ruin whatever it was that he had planned, he seemed a little more nervous than usual and that concerned her. She didn't like to see him fidget so much; she liked it when he felt safe and was unguarded but that didn't happen often, especially in public settings.

Frank was happy when they finally hit the top of the hill, he looked at the view of the old trails that led down the hill in other directions, he knew he would be taking Hazel to the oak Grove if he built up enough courage to ask the question. He hopped off his tan horse and tied the reins so it wouldn't run off. He glanced at Hazel to see her getting off of the horse.

Hazel hopped down and did the same with her white horse. She was surprised to see a picnic setup for them..but she supposed that she shouldn't have been. She walked over to the basket Frank had brought and sat on the ground next to it. She teasingly said, “Nice touch, I wonder what inspired it.”

Frank sat across from her and said, “Hmm, perhaps I got the idea from my amazing girlfriend.”

Hazel laughed and said, “Well then she has good taste.” opening the basket.

Frank said, “I made some gumbo, I hope you like it.” He had asked one of the other preators for a recipe who had grown up in New Orleans. He had followed it exactly so hopefully it turned out good…he had not tried it because he couldn't really stomach spicy foods.

Hazel smiled and said, “It means a lot to me that you made it, and planned all of this. Thank you”

Frank watched as her brown eyes reflected the sun..it was beautiful, she was beautiful. He softly said, “You would do the same for me.”

Hazel's laugh had a musical quality as she said, “You're right about that frank.” Taking a bite of the gumbo she groaned and said, “I think this is the best gumbo I have ever had.” Her face darkened from the heat of the seasonings used in the shrimp gumbo. She added, “Just the right amount of burn.” Taking a sip of milk, not that it would help much. She was impressed with the effort he had placed into this.

Frank grabbed the sandwich he had brought for himself since he didn't want a stomach ulcer from the gumbo…he really didn't enjoy spicy foods. He started nibbling on it as he watched the sun rise higher in the sky.

Hazel finished up her serving of gumbo and said, “That was delicious, thank you.”

Frank smiled and nervously asked, “Would you like to go for a walk?” He was trying to build up the courage to ask the question that was burning inside of him.

Hazel replied, “Well I didn't bring my hiking boots for nothing.” In a teasing manner.

Frank laughed, he could always count on Hazel to have something to say and sometimes he was surprised when it was not sarcastic..she had a spine made of iron that he respected. Sometimes he wished that he was a little less nervous and a little more courageous. He helped her to her feet even if she didn't need the help.

Hazel tucked a piece of her hair back behind her ear and said, “Thank you.” walking alongside him.

Frank led them through a crepe myrtles grove that had probably been a place of worship for Aphrodite but he continued until they hit the grove of oaks…he didn't particularly want to be cursed for proposing in a place of worship for one of the gods.

Hazel watched the forest semi alert Incase they ran into trouble but she didn't Sense any out around. She loved the way the old man's beard/Spanish moss was dangling from the giant and ancient oak trees. It was breathtaking to see she could feel the energy of nature here; it was like it had been untouched for years. She relaxed as she saw Frank pull them over to a clearing in the grove that had a small waterfall. She said, “This place is beautiful and it feels almost magical.” But not in the sense of magic from the gods, perhaps the magic of the planet itself.

Frank smiled and said, “I'm glad you like the spot.” Rubbing at the back of his neck he said, “Perhaps we should sit.”

Hazel tilted her head before complying, she sat on a log and waited for Frank to sit. She was surprised when he got down on his knees.

Frank nervously pulled out the sack that had the stick that if burnt would kill him and held it out to Hazel, he asked “Would you do me the honor of guarding my life and my heart?” he shifted around nervously as he waited for her reply.

Hazel tilted her head and said, “You know I would guard it anytime. So what exactly are you asking me?” Not wanting a miscommunication and she was not certain he was asking her what she thought he was.

Frank turned red and quickly said, “I'm asking you to marry me.” getting more nervous than before that she would say no.

Hazel pulled Frank into a kiss. Melting into the kiss before she pulled away.

Frank nervously said, “That's not really an answer.” he was not sure if that was a yes or not. His heart was screaming it was a yes but his brain was saying that she might still say no.

Hazel said, “Well, I would disagree on that.” Watching as Frank gulped she added, “I think it was an agreement..but since you seem to need a verbal answer ... .Yes, I will marry you and guard your life and heart.” she paused before adding, “Thank you for trusting me with it, you will never regret this.” holding the bag tenderly.

Frank looked lovingly into her eyes and said, “I know, I won't.” no matter what others thought he knew that his life was safe in her hands.. he would not change a thing about how their Lives had gone because it always led them back to each other.

[deancasbigbang]

Title: Ready To Run

Author: Inkblooded Witch

Artist: CrzyDemona

Rating: Explicit

Pairings: Jimmy/Balthazar, Benny/Meg, Bobby/Ellen, Sam/Eileen, Ishim/Naomi, mentioned past Dean/Others.

Length: 114500

Warnings: Cannon-grade violence, dub-con.

Tags: Western AU, Omegaverse, Set Primarily in 1875, Angst with Happy Ending, Dean Has Anger Issues, Slow Burn, Fluff, Smut, Collar AU, Alcohol Consumption.

Posting Date: October 27, 2023

Summary:   Castiel and Jimmy have always been close, on opposite sides of a single coin. While Jimmy’s rebellions have been loud, blatantly throwing every indiscretion in their father’s face, Castiel’s have been quiet, easier to hide, less publicly embarrassing. For this reason it’s no surprise when he is slated to be married off first. Something they’re informed of right as Jimmy has decided he wants to marry Balthazar, an Alpha he’s been courting on the sly for some time.    Neither of them have been optimistic about their fates should they be left to their father’s tender mercies. Castiel knows that once Jimmy is gone, he will be next. He likes Balthazar, and sees no reason why they should both be condemned, so they hatch a plan. While Jimmy elopes and boards a steamer to Europe, Castiel boards a train to Nebraska as his twin.    Knowing your life will never be the same is one thing, but Castiel never could have predicted what chaos would come of him getting on that train. Starting when plans to slip away before he reaches his intended destination quickly go awry.

Excerpt:   “I’m marrying Balthazar.”    His brother’s teacup froze halfway to his lips. “You’re what?”    “We’ve been planning it for weeks anyway, we’ll just have to hurry things along. I won’t stay here, brother, I can’t. You know that as well as I do.”    “Why didn’t you tell me Balthazar asked you to marry him?” Castiel protested, setting his cup down.    “Actually, I asked him,” Jimmy admitted, smiling sheepishly. “Bal took it rather well. He did ask that he be allowed to propose with a ring he gets to surprise me with.”    Castiel beamed, rising to come around and embrace his brother. Despite their mutual turmoil, Jimmy cracked a smile of his own, rising to return the hug. When they parted, he smacked Jimmy in the arm, hard.    “Ow! Hey, why- ”    “That is for not telling me,” Castiel informed him, retaking his seat. “Some brother you are. Now, how do you expect to get away with that. You’ve pulled some impressive stunts before, but this will be a true trick.”    “Bal knows where we can get a quick wedding, all we have to do is tell them I’m pregnant.”    “Are you?”    Jimmy gave him an insulted look. “I’m brazen, not foolish, brother. No, we just have to tell the priest that and he will get us married very quickly, complete with legal documentation. Which we will then take on a steamer to London.”    Castiel considered that. “I suppose you have always wanted to travel.”    “Yes, and Bal intends to show me Europe, maybe Asia. But he did promise to introduce me to his family first.”    Balthazar Grace was British by birth, the son of a rich family that allowed him to indulge in a lifestyle Jimmy also participated in. He had been seeing the Alpha for nearly a year now. Castiel had met him, and while he found the man to be…much, he clearly adored Jimmy, would give him the world if he asked. For that alone Castiel approved.    “I am happy for you, truly. But how do you expect to get away for this? You know father, he won’t trust you, he will put you on that train personally.”    “I don’t know, I just found out about all this.” Jimmy gestured vaguely with his liquor bottle, still gripped by the neck, which he began drinking out of directly. “What if he puts me on lockdown? How will I tell Bal about this?”    Castiel stared into his own cup, worrying his lip. “Father never cares what I do. I can liaison with him for you if need be.”    Jimmy paused mid-gulp, cobalt eyes sliding over to him. Slowly lowering the bottle’s mouth from his lips, tone thoughtful, he said, “You.”    “Me?”

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[usagirln12003]

Shota Aizawa: Hogwarts AU

Shota Aizawa is a Pureblood wizard that was born on the 8th of November 1953 and started attending Hogwarts on the 1st of September 1965, being sorted into Gryffindor House.

He has a Fir wand with a Dragon Heartstring core.

His Patronus is a Black Cat.

His favorite subject is Potions and his least favorite subject is Defense Against the Dark Arts.

He was one of the Gryffindor Prefects of his year.

Shota is a very stern and reserved man who has lofty expectations of his students. He is primarily motivated by logic and does not believe in the necessity to maintain a clean-cut appearance or filter his words or ideas for others. He often comes off as cold, apathetic, and impatient, exerting very little energy in most situations, preferring to take naps in his sleeping bag instead.

As a teacher with notoriously high expectations, Shota is known to not allow students who he feels are not suited for Potions to continue study in their sixth year. However, it's revealed that this is only on paper and that he actually does allow the students to continue their studies: Shota does this so they can experience "death" once, giving them an experience that drives them to push even higher. Although it is noteworthy that he did not pull this stunt with the students that started 1989, despite being well-known for doing so. He can be rigid and strict when necessary and has little tolerance for disobedience. Shota is not afraid of putting his students through rigorous study sessions and often pushes the more unpleasant parts of magic, so that his students can overcome their limits.

Shota has proven to be very vocal and unafraid when expressing his ideas. He has mentioned on several occasions that some of Hogwarts' choices when it comes to examinations are not practical or safe enough for kids and is adamant about having certain systems used by the institution changed. He also blatantly stated that he did not believe Izuku Midoriya was worthy of being in Gryffindor House when they first met. He is also known for lying to his students in order to manipulate them into giving their best, a technique he describes as a 'logical ruse'/'rational deception'.

Despite his apathetic traits, Shota genuinely cares about his students and will go to great lengths to protect them as he saved Tsuyu Asui from being hit by one of Tomura Shigaraki's curses, in spite of his grievous injuries. He has also expressed belief in his students on multiple occasions and is confident that even the likes of Katsuki Bakugo would not be swayed by dark magic. Madam Shuzenji even implied that he gave Momo Yaoyorozu easier instructions during her O.W.L.S. in order to boost her confidence. Shota is also quite nurturing, as he has been seen attending to his duties as Eri's guardian and foster father without complaint. This is seen where he mentions to Mr. Yagi that she was sound asleep, indicating that he's very attentive and involved in his role as a provider even outside of his duties as a teacher and mentor.

He is shown to be extremely disturbed upon discovering the ultimate fate of his friend Oboro Shirakumo. He displayed intense grief upon confronting Kurogiri after discovering that he is Oboro, showing that Shota has not yet come to terms with his friend's fate. Furthered by this tragedy, Shota is shown to be particularly wrathful towards individuals who are unfortunate enough to provoke him, especially by harming those he cares about. This was seen when Shota strangled Kyudai Garaki after learning of Oboro's kidnapping and torture, disarming Kyudai while tormenting and humiliating the Unspeakable in a show of sheer rage.

Despite his personality, Shota has shown on several occasions that he is not completely devoid of joy or humor: he often grins whenever he is impressed by one of his students or after he tricks them with one of his 'rational deceptions'.

[kasienda]

Right Behind You - Ch 13: Moral Support

Chapters: 1 | ... | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 | 14

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Chapter 13: Moral Support

Nino adjusted the headphones over his ears, and hit play again, listening to the track he had so far. He was finally making some progress - or at least was starting to get what he had in his head. The bass line still still didn’t quite land the way he wanted it to, but what he had now was light years beyond what he had before, which was nothing. Now, it was mostly just a matter of getting the music in his head into the sound editor.

Which was a lot more challenging these days for some reason. A group of kwamis were throwing bouncy balls on the other side of the wall between them and him. He couldn’t see what they were playing, but judging by the cheers and groans, they were trying to one up one another in some kind of stunt.

Then Ziggy and Roaar floated ominously over his laptop with Fluff trailing behind.

Nino yanked the headphones from his head. “Guys… what are you doing?”

The other two looked at Fluff, who whirled around in the air at being addressed. “We’re flying through your room.”

“But what are you going to do?” Nino asked.

Fluff frowned and cocked his head. “Who can say? There’s so many different possibilities.”

Nino groaned. Talking to Fluff about anything outside of the exact moment was a headache. He turned to the other two kwamis, but they had already phased through the wall, which likely meant they were all up to no good, and he would most definitely regret it if he didn’t follow them. 

His phone buzzed in his pocket. 

Alya:

[10:04] Can we talk? [10:04] Preferably today.

He sighed. He really didn’t want to have another conversation about picking a new Ladybug. But he knew from experience that putting Alya off only ever made things worse.

Nino:

[10:05] If you can come here, sure. Have a gig tonight. Working from home all day before that.  [10:05] Come by anytime before seven.

He did a quick walkthrough of his apartment, counting each kwami as he went. They didn’t seem like they were into anything they shouldn’t be. There were a handful fawning over a pokemon game on his Switch, Orikko and Mullo were tearing through his pantry in search of snacks, Daizzi was giggling happily in a bathtub of bubbles, and the rest of them, including the wayward trio that had just flown overhead were involved in the bouncy ball challenge in his bedroom.

So, nothing too crazy assuming the balls didn’t break any of his lights or windows. 

He settled back into his chair, and managed to eke out another four notes in the bass line that he almost liked.

His front door swung open before he got any further. None of the kwamis bothered to hide, so it was Alya. 

She hadn’t wasted any time.

He pulled his headphones from his ears and turned to her with a smile. His eyes caught on the faint dancing flames that always emanated from her now. It was easier to be around Alya than most people as her aura wasn’t nearly as blinding, which didn’t make any sense. If anyone was burning passionately with the brightness of a thousand suns it was Alya.

“Hey,” he said.

“Hey!” She plopped down on his couch. Trixx flew from under her hair to join the other kwamis. Nino watched him go warily. Trixx liked to play pranks or perform magic tricks. Nino was hoping for the latter today.

“You okay?” Alya asked, her voice soft with genuine concern.

His eyebrows arched in surprise. “You’re here to check up on me?” 

She nodded. “I’ve been worried about you.” 

“I’m…” he was going to say fine not because he was actually fine, but because it was just automatic. “I’m exhausted,” he corrected. 

“Yeah, I’ll bet. Guardian and hero stuff aside, you could give Adrien a run for his money with how full your schedule has been lately.”

Nino laughed. “Who woulda thought that would ever be a thing?”

She smiled, but then her expression turned serious. “How is the Guardian’s mantle settling on your shoulders?” 

He shrugged. “It’s a lot. But I think I’ll be fine once the dust settles.” 

She smiled back. “Any prospects on a new Ladybug?” 

“Tired of being in the lead role already?” he teased, trying to deflect.

“Honestly, I enjoy being Ladybug, but I’m not as good at it as I am at the Fox. The Ladybug needs to give hope, be seen, and provide direction and leadership. While the Fox needs to remain hidden, observe, and distract. The two roles are not compatible.”

“Can’t you just make an illusion of yourself as Ladybug doing those things while you’re actually being the Fox?” 

She shook her head. “You know that I can’t. An illusion takes concentration to maintain. It doesn’t have a mind of its own. If I’m focused on what I need Ladybug to be doing and saying, I’m not focused on what I need to be doing as the Fox. I literally can’t do both, Nino. You need to pick a new Ladybug and you need to do it soon.”

Nino shifted. It wasn’t that easy. 

“Surely, there’s a candidate for Ladybug within the city.” 

“The problem is not finding someone suitable to hold the Ladybug,” he explained. The Ladybug really just needed a spark of creativity. Most people had that in at least some capacity. There were dozens of Ladybug candidates just on his usual commute to a club.

“Then what’s the problem?”

“The problem is you have to find the Ladybug and the Black Cat as a pair . And the Black Cat is already taken. So I need someone who is suited to working with Adrien and someone who is suitable for the Ladybug and someone I can trust to not abuse their powers or try to steal the miraculous.”

And the main roadblock in all of that was still that it was hard to find a partner for Adrien when he still couldn’t see Adrien’s aura. 

Why couldn’t he see Adrien’s aura? 

“Then pick a temporary holder.”

“Like who?!”

“If Marinette hadn’t left for New York, I’d recommend her.” 

Nino didn’t laugh. He wanted to. “I imagine she would have kicked ass as a holder.” He was lucky Alya was worked up. She was the best at seeing through his bullshit. She rarely let him get away with anything.

“But since she’s gone, I would give it to Chloé.” 

Nino jolted in surprise. “Chloé?! You can’t be serious.” Chloé had become a friend. That didn’t mean he trusted her to keep her head in a fight. She was far too volatile and reactive even if she definitely had that spark of creativity. Plus, she still had a strong selfish streak.

“She’s someone I know we can trust. And she and Adrien would work super well together.” 

“She wouldn’t necessarily know it was Adrien,” he countered.

Alya shrugged. “But he would know, and he would be more comfortable with someone he knows and cares about and trusts, and he wouldn’t be put off by her being a bitch.” 

Nino shifted, looking for another argument and finding none. It wasn’t the worst idea, except he didn’t always get along with Chloé. “What about Kagami instead?” 

Alya shrugged. “Sure! Anyone who is not me is great!” 

Nino glanced away, worrying his bottom lip. It would be a neat solution even if only temporary, but Nino still wasn’t sure Adrien was ready to see someone else wearing the spots. They were holding pretty steady for the moment. Surely, they could last in their current configuration for another week or month.

“Oh my god! You still won’t do it,” she realized.  

He opened his mouth to object, but she beat him to it. 

“This is about Adrien!”

“What are you talking about?” He knew exactly what she was talking about.

“It’s always about Adrien.”

“It’s not always about Adrien!” This very much was. 

She leaned forward, and grabbed his arm. “Nino, I know this is hard for him. And I know that makes it hard for you, too, but Adrien knows we need a new Ladybug. He would prioritize all of Paris over himself.”

Adrien would prioritize everyone over himself and Nino hated that. 

“But he fucking trusts you when you say you haven’t found someone,” Alya said. 

“I haven’t found anyone!” Nino insisted.

“Are you even looking?” 

“Of course I am!” If only he knew what he was looking for. And maybe he should have been reading more of Marinette’s notes on auras, but he was swamped with work in every spare moment.

Alya scoffed. “Ladybug always chose her duty over her personal feelings.”

And look where that got her.

“You have to live up to his trust, Nino.”

“Look! I hear you. I swear, It’s not just about Adrien,” he defended. “The Ladybug is so important. I’m definitely scared of choosing wrong. It’s a lot.”

She sighed. “I know, but there’s consequences from not choosing as well.”

“I’ll choose someone soon and if I can’t find someone, I’ll give it to Kagami.”

Her flat eyes told him she was unimpressed and didn’t believe him. He wasn’t sure he believed himself either.

… 

Adrien scribbled notes onto his tablet almost faster than he could write. His thesis advisor had sent him the paper on how gravitational waves resulting from the spin of a binary black hole system might lead to the detection of ultralight bosons.

This was the first burst of progress he had made since Ladybug had resigned and moved across an ocean, and he was trying to ride the wave as far as he could.

He was only distantly aware of the front door, and slightly more aware of the click of Chloé’s heels through his studio. But he could not ignore the designer coat suddenly draped over his laptop.

He dropped his stylus. “Hi Chloé,” he said drolly. “Sure, I can talk. I definitely wasn’t doing anything important.” 

She didn’t say anything. She was clutching either side of her head. 

“Chloé?”

“I’m gonna screw this up,” she said. 

“Did something happen? I thought things with Cassandra were going well.” 

“They are! Too well! That’s how I know I’m gonna screw it up.” 

He softened. “You are not. You’re doing fine.” 

“I screw up everything!” she screeched.

He grabbed her hands and pulled them from her face. “That hasn’t been true in a long time. And it’s definitely not true now.” 

“She’s it, Adrikins. I know she is. I’m so scared. She’s going to figure out that I’m not worth it.”

He smiled at her. “You are worth it. Now, go tell her that you love her.” 

She looked up, her eyes startled and scared. “You don’t think it’s too soon?”

He shook his head. “I have it on good authority that she loves you too.” 

“Whose? Did she tell you that? Are you and her talking?” she demanded almost faster than Adrien could process.

Adrien shook his head. “No, nothing like that. Nino watched the two of you interact. He said you were in love.”

She scoffed. “Nino’s an oblivious moron! Worse than you!” 

“Hey!” 

“I don’t know why I talk to you.” She turned on her heels and strutted towards the door. 

“Good luck, Chloé!” he called after her. The door clicked closed a moment later.

He turned his attention back to his paper, a smile stretching across his face. Chloé was in love with an amazing girl and even willing to admit it. 

Adrien managed another page and a half in his thesis. It was rough. He needed to add more than a few citations and a few diagrams, but it felt good to actually make progress. 

Several hours into his work, his phone buzzed on his desk.

Chloé: 

[15:38] she said it back. Adri-kins!! DHE SAID IT BACK!!!!!

Adrien smiled at the text. 

Adrien: 

[15:41] I told you.  [15:41] And congratulations!  [15:42] When’s the wedding?

Chloé: 

[15:42] klssfiejgh [15:42] Stop.  [15:43] Actually. I can’t even be mad. I’m so happy right now. 

Adrien: 

[15:44] your welcome. 

Adrien smiled at his phone. Chloé had been through a lot in the last few years between her parents and a few ex girlfriends. She deserved to finally be lucky in love.

At least one of them was. 

His smile faded, his thoughts turning to Marinette. He wondered how she was settling into her new apartment. 

He really should text her. He wanted to know how she was, but his fingers seemed to spasm, hovering over her contact in his phone. 

Even the idea of talking to her like nothing had happened made his chest clench. 

He called Nino instead. 

“Hey mec! What’s up?” 

“Do you have time to chat?” Adrien asked, his throat suddenly tight.

“I always have time for you.” 

Adrien smiled even as his eyes burned. Nino always stood in his corner. And sometimes that just hit Adrien in the chest. 

“What’s up?” 

He swallowed over the lump in his throat before speaking. “Nothing really. I just— Chloé told Cassandra that she loved her and apparently Cassandra reciprocated, and I’m really happy for her. I am! I just—“ he trailed off, tears breaking past his defenses. 

“What do you need?” 

“Can you just distract me?” 

“Umm, sure! I was actually just about to call you. Nat called me earlier. She wants to know what she’d have to bribe you with to get you to take an extra modeling contract.”

Adrien needed a second to process that. Nathalie called Nino already? His father must be far more desperate than he realized. 

“Do you know which one they actually want me to do? They’re trying to get me to take on three.” 

“The Aubert Spring line. You could ask for something big.”

“I literally can’t! I have no spare time because I’m so far behind on my thesis after being useless for the last few weeks.”

“Then don’t. I'll tell Nathalie where to shove it.” 

And Nino would. Quite colorfully if Nathalie’s dry comments about his best friend over the years were anything to go by.

“Please keep it civil.” 

Nino laughed. “I will if she does. Trust me.”

Adrien smiled, warmth blooming through his chest. It never ceased to amaze Adrien how Nino could make him feel so cared for in so few words. 

“I do.” 

Adrien trusted Nino more than anyone. 

…

“Race you to that tower!” Rena pointed to the horizon. 

Chat Noir grinned, and took off without a word. 

“Hey!”

Chat Noir laughed. He’d never admit it to Nino, but patrol with Rena Rouge was the most fun. She took so much delight in being a hero in a way that the others never had. 

Ladybug had been a hero out of obligation and love for her friends and family. 

Carapace did it to protect others, too. Specifically, to protect Rena Rouge, and only later, all of them.

But Rena just loved being a hero. She loved the powers and the freedom of it. They had that in common. 

At the end of the run they settled next to each other. 

“How do you think Carapace is handling everything?” she asked him. 

“I think it’s been an adjustment. But honestly, I think he’s more stressed about work right now than anything miraculous.” 

“Yeah, business just seemed to explode for him all at once.”

“The kwamis definitely drive him nuts, but he seems to be managing. He hasn’t said anything else to me. Why do you ask?” 

She shrugged. “I just worry about him. Will you tell me if it seems like he’s slipping?” 

Adrien nodded. “Sure, if he’s okay with that.” 

“Thank you.” 

They sat in silence for a moment. 

“You care about him a lot, still,” Adrien said.

She side eyed him. “I never stopped caring about him.” 

“I just… I don’t understand why the two of you broke up.” 

“What has he told you?” 

“Just that you realized you wanted different things.” 

She nodded. “Yeah. I think the long distance really killed us. I just realized one day that I was super into my classes and into my career. And I was calling him every now and again not because I wanted to, but because I felt like I had to. But when I didn’t call him, it wasn’t like he missed me that much either. Like, don’t get me wrong. We enjoyed - still enjoy - talking to each other. It just… felt like we were going through the motions. So I didn’t feel like I needed to come back, and he wouldn’t have asked me to come back either, so… does that make any sense?” 

Chat shook his head. “Honestly? No.” 

She burst into laughter.

“I live for getting to talk to any of my friends and loved ones. For hearing from them. When I don’t, it drives me nuts!” 

“So why haven’t you called Marinette then?”

“She told you that?”

“She did.” 

“How is she?”

“Why should I tell you anything when you could just text or call her yourself?” 

But Adrien couldn’t answer that. Alya didn’t understand, and Adrien couldn’t tell her. He couldn’t even tell Marinette.

“Because I’m her friend and am dying to know how she’s doing?” he said, trying to give Alya the most eager pleading puppy face he could manage. 

“So why don’t you call?” she asked, unimpressed.

His shoulders slumped and he turned away, staring into the distance. “I didn’t want her to go. I know why she did, and I’m proud of her for doing it, but some part of me is still angry with her for leaving.”

“That’s not fair!”

“I know.”

“You can’t expect her to not follow her dreams in order to be able to drop by and make cookies.” 

This was not about cookies. “You’re right. That’s why I don’t want to talk to her yet. She doesn’t deserve my anger, and I don’t want to make her feel guilty.” 

“Is this why you broke her heart?” 

He squeezed his eyes shut. “I broke her heart because she deserves to be free.” 

“Not everyone wants to be free that way.”

But Marinette did. She just didn’t remember. And it was hard for him to think about her without thinking about Ladybug and it wasn’t fair to Marinette. He knew that it wasn’t. But it wasn’t fair to him either. 

It was all such a mess. 

He missed Ladybug. 

But he also missed Marinette. 

But all thoughts of Marinette were still painful. And he didn’t want to accidentally snap at her. She didn’t know how she had hurt him. 

But he couldn’t say any of that to Alya. It wouldn’t be fair for Alya to know when Marinette didn’t. 

“I get that you had a genuine relationship with Ladybug and that you’re still grieving her, but could you ever see yourself falling for Marinette?” 

Adrien wanted to laugh. He had fallen for Marinette a long time ago. “It would be easy,” he said. “As natural as breathing.”

“Then why?!” 

“Because I don’t want to hold her back.” And he didn’t want to drag her back. “I’m not ready. I would never want Marinette to be some rebound.”

Alya softened beside him. “Okay. I can respect that. But for the record, she asks about you all the time. She misses you.” 

He smiled. “I miss her, too. You can tell her that.” 

Alya shook her head. “Yeah, I’m not telling her that. That’ll make everything worse. You can tell her that.” 

She looked at him. 

“When you’re ready.” 

He swallowed before he could cry. “Thank you. I will.” 

When he was ready.

…

Nino was done. He was done with his phone ringing off the hook filling up every night of the week for he didn’t know how many months, done with the kwamis’ particular brand of chaos, and he was done with this particular remix. 

He needed a break. From all of it. 

He leapt out of the window as Carapace, and let himself run, but he didn’t really have anywhere to go, but he didn’t want to go home. 

He landed on Adrien’s balcony ten minutes later, slipped inside, and let his transformation fall. 

Adrien was at the piano. The song cut off when Nino came in. “No please, keep playing,” Nino said. “I’m only here for relief from life. The piano is perfect for reordering my head.” 

Adrien smiled and started up again. 

Nino laid back on the coach and let his eyes fall closed. The music washed over him like a gentle waterfall, cool and fresh along his skin. How long had it been since he just enjoyed music for the sake of enjoying it?

The song ended, and Adrien moved on to another piece, the melody danced in the air, more lively and playful than the song before, but  the harmony line stole Nino’s attention. It was clearly the thread that kept the piece in constant motion. It was that dynamic interplay he was trying to achieve in his current remix. 

He bolted upright. “Stop!” 

Adrien stopped played in an instant, looking over at Nino in concern. “What’s wrong?” 

“Go back like three, maybe four measures,” Nino ordered as he took a seat next to Adrien on the bench.

Adrien grinned and did as he was told. 

“Only the left hand.” 

“You got it.” He repeated the sequence of notes.

Nino pursed his lips. It still wasn’t quite right, but he could use it. 

“Here and here,” he pointed towards two notes on the page. “Bump this up to the sixth, but make it flat, and double the tempo here.”

“You want me to just play it in harmonic minor?” Adrien asked. 

“Dude, you know I barely know what that means.” Nino could read music, but he hadn’t learned much beyond basic chord progressions. 

Adrien shook his head, still smiling. “To this day, I have no idea how you can compose and edit music with almost no music theory! It boggles my mind. Here’s what you asked for.” He played it out, and yeah, it didn’t quite work. Several notes sounded clearly out of key. 

“And here,” he played through it again, “It is in harmonic minor.” 

“Yes! That is much closer! Okay, this note here still isn’t quite right.” He pulled out his phone and pulled up the song in question. “Can I play you the part I’m thinking of and you can help me with my modified bass line?” 

It took only another twenty minutes before they had whatever it was in his head on the piano. Nino frantically transcribed what they had figured out into his phone for his own reference later. 

“Thanks man! You have no idea how long this particular remix has been giving me grief.” 

Adrien smiled that soft smile. “I’m honored to serve as your muse today.”

Heat bloomed across Nino’s face. “Yeah, maybe we should collaborate like this more often.”

“I’d like that.”

Nino would too. Any excuse to spend more time with Adrien. 

…

Adrien arrived home just in time to watch Nino drop a stick of butter into a bowl of flour based on the puff of white that shot into the air. The whole kitchen was a mess. Broken eggs shells littered the counters, flour dusted the counters and the floor, and various baking ingredients lay haphazardly over the counter while the cupboards were left open. 

“You don’t have a gig tonight?” Adrien asked. Adrien wasn’t sure, but lately it seemed like Nino had a gig every night. 

“Wedding got canceled!” Nino explained gleefully.

“What are you doing?” Adrien asked, watching Nino drop another cube of butter into the flour. 

“What’s it look like?” 

“It looks like you’re making a mess,” Adrien teased.

“I’m making cookies. I got the recipe from M. Dupain.”

“But you’re just dumping all the ingredients together,” Adrien observed. 

“Yeah, isn’t that what I’m supposed to do?” 

Adrien sighed. “Baking is a science, Nino. You have to cream the butter with the sugar first. The other dry ingredients come way later. If you just dump everything together, the texture doesn’t come out right.” 

Nino smirked and took a step back, and gestured for Adrien to take over. 

“Stop it!” 

“Stop what?” Nino asked. 

“Looking so smug.” 

Nino grinned. “I told you, you know how to do this.” 

Adrien didn’t argue as he started a new bowl with butter and sugar. Making the dough was easy. He almost didn’t even have to look at the recipe at all. He even knew most of the amounts for each ingredient. He just didn’t trust that he knew and kept triple checking everything.

But the actual baking turned out to be an entirely different story. Marinette had always done the baking part. 

When he followed the directions from Nino’s recipe the bottoms of the cookies burned by the time the top was done. But if he took them out when the bottoms were perfect the center was still goo.

“Still tastes good,” Nino insisted through a mouthful of undercooked cookie. 

“It’s not right!” Adrien snapped. “I’m never going to have these cookies again.”

Nino frowned. “Dude! Chill. They’re just cookies.”

He dropped the mixing spoon. “I wish Marinette was still here.” 

“She’s not dead, you know. You could just call her. I’m sure she’d be thrilled to hear from you.” 

Adrien’s teeth pressed into his lower lip, unable to say anything.

“But she kind of is to you, isn’t she?” 

Adrien didn’t answer immediately. Ladybug had no memory of Chat Noir. He couldn’t ever really talk to her again.

“Marinette is not dead,” Adrien conceded. “It feels like Ladybug is, and I know they’re the same person, but I only knew that for like a week and then Ladybug was gone. And sometimes, I think I would have been better off not knowing because now it feels like everything I have with Marinette is off or something. But I’m still glad she told me because if she hadn’t I would have wondered forever. Now, at least I know she’s still in my life.”

“Or she could be anyways.”

Adrien sighed. Nino was right. Alya was right.  Adrien knew that they were. “What time is it in New York?” 

“Like two or three in the afternoon.” 

Adrien bit his lip holding his phone uncertainly. 

“Just call her, dude. She’ll seriously be thrilled.” 

Adrien hit the video call before he could overthink it.

It took a second to start ringing but then Marinette answered immediately. Her smile was positively delighted, her hair was tied up in a single bun, and her blue eyes sparkled. 

She was so beautiful. 

“Adrien!” she greeted, her voice filled with warmth. He found himself smiling in spite of everything. 

“Hi Marinette. Is this an okay time?” 

“I’m on a bus for an errand. This is a great time! What’s up?”

“I’ve been craving some chocolate chip cookies, and I’m trying to make them.”

“You’re making cookies without me?!” She sounded scandalized and thrilled all at once. 

“Trying. The dough seems right, but I can’t get them to come out of the oven done all the way through.” 

“The bottoms are burning?” she instantly guessed. 

And he grinned. “Yes, or the tops are not done.” 

“When you have a giant oven in a bakery you can follow the recipe straight. But when I’m using some tiny oven, it helps to shave two minutes off the bake time and then broil them for like 45 seconds. But the time also depends on the size of the cookies. So I usually set a timer for less than I think it will take and then just hover. When the bottoms are just starting to turn golden at the edges I flip the oven to broil, and watch them the whole time. Then when they’re golden on the top, which often takes less than a minute, I yank them. You also could just make the cookies a lot smaller and then the original directions will work better.”

“That makes so much sense! I’ll try it and let you know how it goes.” 

“I wish I could try some!” 

“I can ship some to you.” 

She made a face. “Adrien Agreste! Have I taught you nothing? Chocolate chip cookies are meant to be eaten fresh from the oven or not at all.” 

He laughed. “Okay okay. Next time you’re in Paris I will make you a batch.” 

She grinned. “Thank you.” 

“How are you doing?” he asked. 

“Amazing!! I miss you all of course, but I’m learning so much. And I like living on my own. I don’t know. I feel strangely free.”

He smiled again. “I’m glad.” And he was. 

“Well, I’ve arrived at my stop. Gotta run, Adrien. Thank you for calling me. I was worried I had made things weird.” 

He shook his head. “Any weirdness was definitely on me. It was good to talk to you, Marinette. I promise I won’t be a stranger.” 

“Thank you!” 

The call ended, and he had to put his head down. He was crying again, but it was different. 

“You okay, Dri?” Nino asked. 

Adrien wiped his eyes and nodded. “Yeah, I’m okay. This was good.” Then he looked up at Nino. “Thank you.” 

“For?” 

Adrien shrugged. “For pushing me. I feel like you gave Marinette back to me.” 

“All I did was make a mess. It was your idea to call her, mec.”

Adrien shook his head. That was definitely not what happened.

“I just… wasn’t sure I wanted to bake without her, but this was good.”

Nino inhaled another undercooked cookie. “Definitely tastes amazing!”

“Don’t eat those!” Adrien objected. “The next batch will be better!” 

And it was. Adrien was grateful Nino was there to share it with. 

…

Nino hopped into his car, buzzing with excitement. He had taken a night off for once instead of relying on a cancellation. Noël had wanted to meet up, like to actually hang out rather than catch a ride. Nino couldn’t remember the last time he and Noël had just hung out. Probably before his little brother had started his current semester. 

They were meeting at a little cafe near Noël’s university, which was a bit of a drive for Nino who was absolutely never once for silence.

“Hey Wayzz, would you mind if we listened to Adrien’s interview, or would you prefer some tunes?” 

“Let’s listen to the interview!” Wayzz said enthusiastically. 

Nino smiled, hit play on the video he had preloaded on his phone, and pulled out of the parking garage, wincing as they drove by a pedestrian who’s aura was brighter than anyone’s headlights even on bright. 

“I am here with Adrien Agreste who was photographed a few weeks ago kissing another man,” the interview began. “How did it feel to be outed so publicly?” the interviewer asked. 

Adrien laughed. “You don’t start off easy, do you?”

Wayzz settled onto the dash. He always enjoyed being able to see when they were driving. 

“I… I felt very exposed,” Adrien said. “I had always prided myself on not caring what others thought, but once it was out there, and I had no control over it, I realized I very much did care.” 

Nino smiled at the response, knowing it was genuine.

“What’s different about being bi?”

Nino groaned at the question. 

“I don't know. I've always been this way. What's different about being straight?”

“You tell ‘em, mec,” Nino mumbled, turning a corner. 

He squinted hard against another glare from a group of people walking down the street. Nino preferred to be out during the dead of night when there were fewer people around, or during the day when the sun was still the brightest source of light. Events were becoming difficult. He was getting to the point where he couldn’t even look at a crowd of people. But as long as he kept his gaze on his equipment, he could still manage. 

He wondered if the real reason Guardian’s became hermits to the world wasn’t just that it was unpleasant to be blinded at all times. 

How had Marinette handled it over the course of so many years? 

Maybe a thick pair of sunglasses would help.

It was worth trying. 

“Why didn't you come out on your own?” 

“It wasn't a secret. I was out with most of my friends. I was also caught kissing a guy in public in broad daylight. I wasn't exactly laying low.”

He wasn’t exactly advertising either. 

“Did your father know?”

“Apparently, he did.”

“You didn't tell him though.”

“No.”

Nino arrived and parked the car, slipped in his ear buds, and let the interview continue playing as he walked the rest of the way. 

“Did you not think he would approve?”

“He has made comments in the past that I knew he wasn't opposed to the concept in general. But it was easy to imagine it would be different for his own son.”

Nino rolled his eyes hard, sensing the coaching that had clearly gone into that answer.

“And how did he react?” 

Adrien laughed. “It definitely went better than I was anticipating.”

Nino did not laugh. Gabriel condemning Adrien for the scandal itself instead of for being bi was not much better. 

“He understood that this is not something I am at liberty to change,” Adrien continued. 

Nino snorted. Gabriel did not deserve that much credit. Gabriel hadn’t shown any concern for Adrien’s well-being through the whole thing, let alone any understanding of what it meant to be bi. 

Nino parked his car, swept Wayzz up into his jacket, switched the audio over to his earbuds, and began the two block walk to the small bistro. 

“Celebrity crush?”

“Ladybug.”

There was a pause and then Adrien burst out laughing. 

“See! You’re actually disappointed,” Adrien said. “You wanted me to name a male celebrity.” 

“It would be more interesting.” 

“It’s called being bi, but if it makes you feel better, Carapace is pretty hot.” 

Nino shook his head. And immediately pulled out his phone even as he walked. 

Nino: 

[20:17] Really dude? Carapace is hot? I swore you were going to say Chat Noir.

Adrien: 

[20:18] Nah. He’s not my type. I prefer a bit of color in my eye candy.

Nino found himself blushing despite knowing Adrien was just teasing him.

“But you don’t have a crush on him?”

“I’ve never met him.”

“Most people haven’t met their celebrity crushes.”

“I guess I’ve always needed at least a conversation with someone before catching feelings.”

Nino arrived at the restaurant. It wasn’t anything fancy. Just a small bistro. His brother was nowhere in sight, but he approached the hostess anyway. 

“Table for two,” he requested. 

“Inside or outside?” she asked. 

Nino risked a glance towards the dining room. It wasn’t packed, but the dozen or so patrons in the room were still blazing as bright as a polychromatic star cluster. 

He laughed at himself for the metaphor. He had definitely been spending too much time with Adrien. 

“Outside.”

Nino:

[20:19] Just got here. Grabbed a table outside. 

Noël:

[20:19] sounds good! Almost there.

Nino settled into his seat to wait. 

“Anything you want to say to LGBTQ individuals out there?”

“You owe no one anything. If you want to stay in the closet, or come out, you get to do what you want to do. You don't have to worry about being a role model. You just worry about doing what’s right for you to live your life.” 

“Hey bro!”

Nino started hard.

“Woah, there,” Noël said, holding out a hand in mock support. “How did you not see me coming?” 

Nino squinted as a woman walked past behind his brother.

Noël wasn’t glowing at all. 

Nino couldn’t see his aura.

Fuck. He wasn’t ever going to be able to see Adrien’s aura. He loved him. That’s what it was, wasn’t it? 

Adrien and Noël, and even Alya, were people that he loved through and through. This was why he couldn’t see Adrien’s aura, and why Alya’s was so dim. Who knew how much of it he was missing?

But this was a problem because he wasn’t going to stop loving Adrien. He didn’t want to stop loving Adrien.

Maybe he needed to give the Ladybug to Kagami on more than a temporary basis.

“Nino?” Noël prompted.

Nino shook himself out of his thoughts and made himself smile.

“Hey! Sorry!” He stood and swept Noël into a hug. “I was just lost in my own thoughts. How’s school going?” he asked as they both took a seat.

Noël shrugged. “School is school. It’s fine.”

Nino laughed. “How’s Remy? You guys dating?” 

Noël sighed. “Man, I wish!” 

“Tell me about her?” 

And apparently that was the right question because Noël just started gushing, only pausing to order dinner. And Nino basked in the fact that he could hang out with someone besides Adrien and Alya without being blinded. 

“What about you? How’s Adrien?” Noël asked.

“Adrien’s… fine,” Nino eventually landed on. “He’s going through some stuff, but handling it pretty well, I think.” 

“I’m sure he’s doing fine with you around.” 

“Yeah, I–” 

A series of screams interrupted. Nino jumped to his feet turning toward the commotion, trying to keep Noël behind him. His brother didn’t cooperate though. He had his phone pointed towards the people running toward them, fleeing from the five story apartment building. 

“Etta is going to be thrilled!” he exclaimed, running toward the commotion.

Nino sighed. At least he didn’t need to come up with an excuse to disappear. 

He ran for cover, while hitting the akuma alert on his phone, hoping Adrien and Alya were already on their way. He hated jumping into battle alone, but with Noël diving straight into the action, Nino wasn’t going to wait. 

Maybe he should give Noël a miraculous and then his brother would at least have some protection during the attacks. 

He transformed, and ran back towards the screaming. 

Carapace squinted against the light blasting towards him. He was half blind, and could only make out the akuma hovering over the crowd because it had golden angel wings spanning a good three meters in diameter. 

Maybe the Guardian powers were another reason the Order hadn’t wanted Guardians to use the miraculous themselves. Or maybe he could get Wayzz to transform him with magical goggles next time. Even if an ordinary pair of sunglasses wouldn’t work, surely the miraculous could filter out the effect during a battle. 

The angel akuma dive-bombed the streets below, and the ground split apart like an avalanche. 

He threw his shield, but the akuma easily arced away into the sky before the shield came back to him like a boomerang.

He was going to need some allies to corner this one, he was pretty sure. She was fast and his power set was not built for speed. 

It didn’t help to have so many onlookers below, Noël featuring front and center, with their phones out recording. Carapace hated it when battles broke out near the universities and lycees. There were so many kids without an ounce of self-preservation. 

“Get out of here!” he shouted at them. None of them moved.

The akuma dove towards the crowd again. 

“Shelter!” he encased the whole lot of them in his protection. 

“Hey!” someone objected, but Carapace didn’t care. The protective dome absorbed the energy blast.

The akuma spun towards him and shot off another blast. 

Carapaced rolled to the side, but the akuma’s strike just hit the ground, ripping it apart. Carapace went flying with the explosion. 

He landed painfully chest first against his own green dome, gasping for the air that had been forced from his lungs.

His eyes landed on Noël through the transparent shield, safe and protected. Thank goodness for small mercies.

“I’m on the scene. Any chance either of you are going to join me anytime soon?” Carapace shouted into his shield-phone before slamming it closed again, launching himself away from another blast. 

“We’re already here!” Chat Noir called, landing next to him in a crouch. Multiple copies of Rena ran across the rooftops overhead. 

Her illusions didn’t have auras.

Interesting. 

“Why didn’t you wait for us?” Chat demanded as he went on the offensive with a flurry of strikes. 

The akuma flitted away easily.

“Didn’t have a lot of choice,” Carapace said through gritted teeth. He threw his shield on an arc to block one the akuma’s retreat from Chat Noir’s next flurry of strikes. 

The akuma dropped from the sky. 

“Hypocrite!” Chat called. 

The akuma streaked past them and away from them, low to the ground, explosions in its wake. Spider web cracks branches across his protective dome. 

“Shut up and come up with a plan!”

“I’m working on it!”

But protecting the dome on the ground was all either of them could manage. And it didn’t help that the spectating crowd kept growing in size. 

“Anyone not under the Shelter needs to leave!” an illusion Ladybug yelled to the crowd of people, pointing in the direction she wanted them to go. Some of them even listened to Ladybug, retreating rapidly back the way that had come. 

The akuma was faster though, and gave chase. 

“Adeline!” 

Carapace’s attention jerked towards the little girl who had fallen behind and her mother who had been swept away by the moving crowd. 

Instead of running towards her mother’s shrill cry, she ran towards Ladybug. 

The Ladybug who was not actually there. 

The Ladybug who the akuma was very much targeting. 

Nino dissolved the shelter behind him - the shelter that protected his little brother - and shot off another one towards the child. 

But it didn’t get there fast enough. 

The girl - Adeline was her name - ran through the Ladybug, dissolving the illusion into a puff of smoke and fell sprawled to the ground. The akuma streaked just over her head, breaking the ground apart. 

The girl went flying with the blast, just as Carapace had a few minutes prior. She struck the side of the building and stuck to it like a strand of spaghetti. 

His protective shell caught her before she could fall, and he brought it gently to the ground. He was at her side an instant later. Her eyes were wide with shock, sucking in gasping breaths to replace the air that was stolen from her. He pulled her into his arms. Her face crumpled immediately with heartbreaking sobs and her little arms clung to his neck.

“It’s going to be okay,” he reassured, rubbing her back. Her arms and face were cut up, but it looked superficial. At least he hoped so.

“It hurts,” she sobbed.

“I know. I’m sorry,” he cried. He couldn’t even be mad at Hawkmoth. This one felt like his fault. If only he had chosen a Ladybug, a Ladybug who would have been there to catch her instead of an illusion.

Even the Miraculous Ladybug a few minutes later couldn’t ease his guilt. Or the tears from the little girl who clung to him even after she was healed.

…

[seafavoured]

𝐆𝐎𝐃, 𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐀 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐘 𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐁𝐄𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐏𝐔𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐃 𝐀𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐀𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐄𝐀𝐌𝐒. coming undone beneath the measured work of flint's own skilled hands. rough hands, that have toiled and killed, tortured men when needed, committed all manner of sin and atrocity. but too rare had this special brand of sin become. too wrapped up in the chase, the treasure hunt, the vengeance of it all. precious little time for pleasure had remained, and even less who sparked his interest enough to deem them worthy for that sort of attention from him.

but silver was worthy. always had been, were he to be perfectly honest with himself. through the blinding rage, through his desire to squeeze the life from this man's throat with his own bare hands, there had been something else : he'd been impressed. that anyone would dare to steal from him. that anyone could manage it and live to tell the tale. that this man of no import, slight by comparison, would possess the gall to suggest they'd be friends by the end. he had flashed that same shark's grin then, as he'd stared up at this smarmy, loathsome little thief, and had wondered ... would silver beg quite so pretty, bent over eleanor guthrie's desk, crying, gaping around his cock and fucked to within the last shred of his sanity?

as it turned out, the answer was quite decidedly yes.

a chuckle escaped him, low and a bit mean, in the same instant that he plunged three fingers deep and curled them against that sweet little spot deep inside. ignoring silver a moment, ignoring his pleas and desperate whimpers. flint knew well his own size and girth, knew the effort it required to take him. and, perhaps, he enjoyed this particular method of torture.

❛ from the first time you saw me? is that so ... ❜ his voice trailed off with lazy amusement, as if strolling idly to some point. ❛ you're saying that you watched me beat a man, my own crewman, to death with my bare hands saw me soaked in his blood, kneeled over his corpse, and wondered : what would it be like, to be held down by those bloody hands and fucked by him? ❜ laughter still clung to his tone, lips curled to what might be a grin if not for all those damned teeth and the sharp glint in those eyes. lust blown and shrewd. ❛ or, are you referring to when i held a knife to your throat in the wrecks? when i came so close to slitting your throat where you stood? if you hadn't pulled that ridiculous fucking stunt. ❜

ridiculous, yes, but there was something else which needled its way into flint's tone now. something far easier to admit to after all they had been through together. the admiration such a trick had inspired. the respect which had begun to smoulder even then, just embers at the time, now coaxed to a full blaze. ❛ i'm not sure if you're more brave, or stupid. but ... i suppose you've won out in the end, so joke's on me. ❜ a hum, contemplative. his free hand rose as if to take pity on silver's leaking cock, spread out hard and aching against his abdomen. flint's knuckles dragged 'cross its length, but only in passing. only enough to tease ere he pressed calloused fingertips up against ribs and smooth skin and muscle, traced the expanse to familiarize himself. rubbed over the peak of a nipple and rolled it between thumb and forefinger with a pinch and a tug, always in tandem with his languidly thrusting fingers.

❛ god, how i wanted to shove you to your knees then. to hold you back to the rocks while i fucked your face, shut you up properly. would you have gone down easy for me, love? opened up that pretty mouth for me and drooled for my cock? begged for my mercy? ❜ his own breath grew ragged as he spoke, voice hitched lower and with more husk than usual. a slight rumble to each syllable. silver's wandering hand coaxed it from him, pulled a snarl from his throat at the scratch and bite of nails, at the deft grip 'round his cock. hips rocked into the friction, once, twice, but it was the only reaction he allowed of himself. he pulled his fingers from silver's ass with a slick sound and stared down at him. ❛ mm, i'm inclined to believe you would have. so eager ... ❜

he pushed those thighs apart, spread them further, and used his bruising grip upon them to tug him in closer. handled him into position with ease, knocking his hand away and drawing himself from his breeches. he hitched the half leg up 'round his hips and the other to his shoulder, folded back against silver as he bore down on him. lined up and sunk the full length of his cock into him, inch by agonizing inch, with one slow push. buried balls deep and pausing to give him but a moment's adjustment. ❛ you're already a far better captain's whore than you ever were a cook. ❜ teasing, smug, as he pulled back slow and thrust in, full and deep once again.

a hand left silver's parted thigh and found his wrist instead. he pinned it back against the pillows in a strong grip, effortless to hold him down even as he squirmed. the bones beneath his fingertips felt so small, so fragile. his other fingertips dug bruises into the flesh of silver's other thigh. he used that hand to angle the man's hips up as he drove down into him. intent to hit home against the very spot that would dissolve him to a quivering mess upon the bed with every thrust. ❛ go on then, my dear. i expect you to say thank you, as we discussed ❜ he set a brutal pace and pressed in enough that silver's cock found friction between their bellies, slick with his precome.

Silver ignored the empty threat - Filnt wasn't going to kick him out of their bed now - focusing instead on the important things, "You think I'm pretty? Why thank you." he purred with an open mouthed smirk - so Silver could pant, breath still coming heavy. He suspected that he looked wrecked already, hair a scattered mess of curls around his face, face pink, blush spreading down over that mark Flint had left on his throat, across his chest - and they had barely begun.

And at Flint's promise, his threat - I'll have you however I wish tonight, and you'll thank your captain for his generosity. - Silver tried to speak again, going for cheeky, but knew he failed, voice going too shaky with lust, "Aye aye, Captain." It was that damned shark's grin, even softened as it was, too alluring and full of promise. It called to mind the last time they had faced sharks, together. Sitting in a row boat, working together to feed the crew, Silver being fully open and honest with Flint for perhaps the first time ever, revealing his deception - and Flint accepting him regardless, acknowledging, in his own way, that they were best as partners. That did something to a man like Silver, who had learned in life it was best to expect to go it alone, but no, not anymore. Not now that Flint was here. No turning back between them now - and no desire to either.

Eager and shameless, Silver lifted his hips, helping Flint remove the remainder of his clothing best he could, still pinned to the bed. A choked off whimper at Flint's words alone - it was one thing to hear the man give a rousing battle speech or compelling story meant to sway people to his side. It was an entirely different thing to hear his mastery of dirty talk. "Please." Perhaps it were those words, nasty as they were, that soothed that combative part of him that wanted to be defiant for defiance sake, wanted to move after being freed from Flint's heavy hand despite the look the man pinned him with instead. So he stayed put, lazily sprawled back against their mattress, watching with hooded eyes as the other collected oil - before a punched out little groan of shocked arousal at how easily Flint dragged him where he wanted.

He wanted to comment, wanted to compliment, wanted to demand Flint manhandle him any way he pleased in the future but his tongue felt stuck to the roof of his mouth, too busy staring at the oil slick fingers Flint warmed, near quivering with anticipation. Flint seemed to understand what he liked well enough already though, hefting his leg up, positioning Silver as he pleased. And then, a moan at the first teasing presses of Flint's fingers. Eyes fluttered shut, but opened just as quickly. He didn’t wish to miss one moment of this, wanted to burn the image of Flint settled above him in his mind’s eye and never forget - a treasure Silver would hoard just for himself.

It would be so easy for Flint to move quickly, fuck him open just enough to take his cock, to get to the best part. In truth, it was what Silver expected given brief dalliances in the past but no, this was different. Flint was different. He sought to make even this rote act of preparation something seductive, something to drive Silver mad with lust, and it worked. Thighs flexing, muscles of his stomach rippling as he tried to press down onto those teasing fingers, tried to silently will Flint for more, more, more. The addition of a second finger pulled a whine from his throat, toes curling where they were half hung over Flint's shoulder.

Silver hadn't thought to speak again, too lost in chasing his own pleasure to even consider the idea, until Flint demanded it. Voice throaty with pleasure, he drawled, "I want-" Near instantaneous, he was interrupted by his own keen, high pitched and thirsting, hips jerking, face going slack, mouth hanging open. Flint had found a sweet spot that sent arousal shooting through him, sharp and bright and near overwhelming, "Oh Christ, Flint." How the man expected him to speak like this, he didn't know, but that didn't mean he wouldn't try, eager to please, eager to debauch himself for the other's pleasure.

He staggered his words, between gasps and moans and desperate writhing, but still he spoke, "I should've climbed in this bed, mmh, and kissed you, ah, ages ago. I've wanted you to fuck me...fuck, ah, since the first moment I saw you." Silver's mouth must only be honest when Flint had fingers inside him, for he had never intended to share that, but now, it was out there, so he only doubled down, no fear to be found tonight, "Thought I'd make a good captain's whore, oh fuck Flint, yes, there, if cook didn't work out." Caught like this, pinned under Flint, he can only just reach his hands out, nails scratching down the other's chest, catching on his raised scars, leaving red scores as he went, the first of many marks he intended to claim Flint with, if he got his way, "Used to lie awake at night, hmm, ah, god, with my hand around my cock, thinking about you." A half cocked wild grin, until it broke with a moan, "Wanting to be your desperate little whore."

A groan, low and deep, when Flint pressed a third finger in, clenching tight around him instinctively. Feverish squirming interrupted only by a sinfully graceful roll of his spine, to grind down against Flint's fingers, "I'm ready for your cock, please, please." Silver spoke nearly before Flint finished talking. Punctuating the statement, he left one hand to rest on Flint's chest, fingers toying with his nipple, running along a scar, while the other moved down between their bodies, slipping under Flint's remaining clothing, thumb collecting the moisture at the head of his cock, running it down his length, pumping him once, twice, "Now, please."

[sapphicsaus]

regal ties (pt. 3) - wanda maximoff

a/n: this is my birthday post! hope you all enjoy!

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Wanda refused to admit she already missed your company.

Pietro wasn’t boring, and of course she missed him, but he knew her. He knew how desperately she wishes to push his buttons, but he wouldn’t allow it.

That’s why she enjoyed you. You seemed to do her bidding, a loyal soldier. She could do whatever she liked to you, and you’d just have to take it.

“I don’t trust her, brother.” Pietro sighs, holding the hilt of his sword as they walk along. “She is better than you assume. She is a fine soldier, a warrior. I trust her with my life.”

“That is phenomenal, really…but…if she cannot save me from drowning-“

“That was a stunt you pulled, Wanda. You tricked her.”

“Ah! Never mind that!” He shakes his in disappointment, chuckling as they continue to walk on the bridge. Her eyes drifted down, not far from the bridge. She saw the path to the dock, and noticed something.

Stopping as Pietro began to speak again, she saw you. Leaving that girl’s house. The one she saw you wave at before. You were both laughing as she pushed you out of her cottage, she shoved your jacket in your hands, before pulling you in for a passionate kiss.

Wanda almost gasped, but she held to herself. She watched as you separated, a goofy smile on your face she couldn’t quite see as you watched the redhead walk back in. When you turned around, you began walking up, but felt eyes on you.

You looked up to see no one there, frowning as you began your trek up the hill back to the stables to sleep due to how light it had become.

<>

When you made it back to the castle the next morning, you walked through the halls, searching for the prince and princess. After a minute or so, you recognized the man walking before you, regarding him with a smile.

“Commander Rogers!” The man chuckles, engulfing you in a hug. “Y/LN.” You two separate, not knowing that Wanda was listening in from behind the door next to you. “How is the princess?” The question makes you scoff as your jaw clenched.

“No comment.” The man laughs, patting you on your arm. “I could put in a word, maybe-“ You hold a hand up in refusal. “No, that is quite alright. I-“ The door creaks open, startling you as you see Wanda standing before you.

“Y/LN, Rogers.”

You look away from her with a clench of your jaw, your eyes on the floor. “My brother had to walk me to my cottage.” You frown. “I had the day off.”

“The day ends when the sun sets.” You can feel the glare, and the air becomes tense as Steve looks between you. “You are dismissed, Steven.” Steve gulps, bowing as he walks off. “Y/LN.”

You refused to acknowledge her. She was testing yo- “Y/N! Look at me when I speak to you, please!” You quickly gulp, looking at you. “Come inside, now.”

“I-I cannot, I need to find your brother.”

“Than I shall come with you.”

“Princess-“ Your voice cracked. “Princess, it is a personal matter.” Then she starts to laugh.

“You’ve conceded.”

“I do not understand?”

“You are like a pussy cat. I have pushed you to your limit in two days, and I intend to continue.” She smiles.

Your eyes widen in fear. You begin to stammer on your words, and she continues to smile. “You evil-“

“Who was that girl?” The question stopped your voice and you frowned again. “What?”

“Who’s the girl, Y/N? From our walk, and the one you spent your day with? Does the king know his first in command is involved with lowly common folk?”

“I don’t have time for this, princess.” You shake your head, walking in the direction opposite of her. Groaning as you can hear her footsteps moving towards you. “Listen, I apologize for my hostility.” At that you scoff.

“Are you mad?! You grill me like a hog, and then immediately say “I apologize.”, insanity this is.”

<>

The days after that interaction hadn’t gotten easier. Despite the convoy being ready, the king made no move. Steve and Pietro had updated you, saying it could truly be weeks or months until they made some treaty so the fighting wouldn’t happen.

You escorted Wanda everywhere. Dances, tea parties, dinners. You kept silent, obedient. She kept you so busy, you barely had time to see Natasha.

So thankfully one day, she called you and Anna into her room one morning. Not thankfully, but still.

She was sick.

“Do you want me to notify the doctors to come and take a look at you.” It was a stupid question to ask, but she was a stubborn one, you’d heard. She nodded, so it must’ve been bad.

You raced your horse to the city where the royal service lived, running up into the doctors small office, before riding him to the princess. Word spread, and commoners began to whisper.

And in her daze, so did Wanda.

When she saw you there, patting her forehead with a cold compress, she looked into your y/ec eyes in awe. If no one was there, she’d kiss you just to taste what that girl had. She assumed it would taste like strawberries, you love those she noticed.

Or heard…from Pietro of course.

“You’re alright, my Princess.” Your voice so soft and smooth, and she was your Princess. Forget Sokovia. She didn’t want you to go, but the king had gotten there, Pietro by his side.

The king had dismissed everyone but Doctor Banner and the Prince from leaving. Their mother was out of the kingdom discussing dowries, and possible arrangements for her daughter’s marriage. God, Wanda didn’t want that.

She didn’t want to have to look at you and whomever that girl was, fawning over one another. It’s all she saw. when you got out there. The girl stood with a tall burly man whom Wanda recognized as the butcher from when she was young.

There was a smaller but older woman, next to a shorter blond, and you stood with them in the street, conversing. “CLEAR THE STREETS” The soldiers yelled, and you did, disappearing from sight completely.

<>

The next day, you came in to check on her.

“You look slightly less flushed.”

“Mm.”

You sat with her all day, not against your will. You were actually advised to stay clear, but Pietro sent you to read her a favorite that she got for her 16th. “Leave it up to you to save 30 Shakespeare sonnets.”

“You know I’ve met him twice.”

“Oh! Wow, that is amazing.” Conversation seemed to be friendly, and you both forgot that you loathed one another.

You read them, and the romantic ones hit her harder as your smooth as silk voice vibrates off of the wood. She fell asleep soon after, and you admired her in all her pale beauty.

“Goodnight, my Princess.”

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[lavishedinjimin]

Criminal!jk x officer!reader ,,,, with handcuffs

This drabble is not suitable for everyone. Please do not read if you are not comfortable with any of the warnings stated below.

Warnings: dom!jk x sub!OC, Stockholm syndrome so kidnapped, mentions of attempted murder, manipulation.

Reminding everyone that all of this is pure imagination – nothing is real. :)

~

It's funny because Jungkook doesn't take these seriously. He loves what he does, and if he gets caught for the crimes he commits, the better. All the adrenaline he feels is his euphoria.

He sees life as a game, and laws are just challenges for him to defeat and defy.

Jeon Jungkook, aside from being the most hunted detrimental criminal, was just a huge rebel without a cause.

Jungkook has done this procedure many times before; he gets cuffed, taken to the police, into the cold, gloomy investigation room he goes where he either gets interrogated by an exhausted, bald man or a milf. There was no one in between.

Jungkook gets startled when the metal door flies open as you walk into the room, dropping the pile of papers down on the desk.

"Oh, wow," Jungkook smirks, eyeing you up and down, not expecting that someone like you would come in. "That's a snack right there."

"Good day, Mr. Jeon," you keep your professionalism intact, ignoring his defiant statement. Sitting down on the chair, you decide to be as straightforward as possible. "Ten counts of attempted homicide in the Maldives, running off to South Korea, then finally being caught here in my country. How you weren't caught after all your time of running, that's impressive."

Jungkook rests his arms on the steel table, eyes turning into little slits, "Impressive? Look at you, already being swayed by me." He takes a good look at you, dressed so formally. There's an itching feeling in him that tells him to just rip your uniform all apart.

"Why aren't you denying that you were the one behind those attempted murders?" You raise a brow at him, watching that egotistical expression on his face suddenly turns serious.

"Because I was caught red-handed in the Maldives," he says a matter-of-factly, "Maybe if I did kill those people, then that's when I'd start begging for your sympathy, ma'am." Jungkook says in a mocking, burlesquing manner, "You're a lucky girl, officer. I'm making your job easier."

"You're going to spend the rest of your life in prison, fool," you threaten him, using an authoritative tone as Jungkook examines your every move. "This is going to be the end of your games, Jeon Jungkook. I know who you are. I know what you do." You kick your chair back, standing up, and slowly circling the area where he sits. The single lightbulb in the room was the only thing that illuminated the space, creating an eerie atmosphere.

"We've heard about your escapes – all your little tips and tricks. Tell me, Jeon," you stay put on his side, looking down at him, "What kind of stunt will you pull off now, huh?"

He was silent for a couple of seconds. You take a couple of steps back, concealing the way you feel threatened by his intimidating gaze, you await an answer.

But as if on cue, the electricity shuts down, and all the lights cut off.

As complete darkness suffocates the two of you, Jungkook wastes no time to hold your wrists together in his hand, standing up. He grunts, fighting you until he steals the handcuffs that were attached around your belt. Gunshots, screams, and people running all over the place can be heard from outside.

He laughs devilishly as his strategy to escape was all going according to plan. Jungkook easily cuffs your wrists together as you were no match for his powerful build.

"You're mine now," he growls, "you're coming with me."

~

Jungkook not only had the most wicked mind, but he knows how to manipulate. Not that it was something he had to learn, but it naturally dawned on him. After all the bullshit he has gone through his life, manipulating you into submitting for him was easy.

At a cheap, discreet inn is where you both stayed. Jungkook had you laying down on the bed, almost half naked with only your panties left to be removed by him.

"Aren't you ashamed of yourself?" Jungkook jerks his head up, staring at you like you were his prey, "Being such a good and obedient submissive for me?"

He feels his heartstrings being pulled when you release an adorable 'yes'.

"Ohh, sweetie," he mocks, gripping your chin, "you're so fucking cute. I love how each day you become more soft and amenable. No more of that tough exterior you try so hard to put out, huh?" Jungkook comes closer to you, closing his eyes so that he can kiss your tender lips passionately. His hands hold onto your face. He loves the way you slightly moan and whimper against the kiss. Your mouths dance together in harmony, with each second passing you both feel more aroused and needy for touch.

Jungkook, after pulling away to allow you to catch your breath, bites down on your lower lip. This single motion made you feel goosebumps and shivers running down your spine.

"Now that you're with me, you can let go of all that power and authority in you. You finally don't have to be so serious all the time!" Jungkook exclaims as his hand roams down your sides, "Let me take control from now on, got that? You're safe and sound with me. No one will find us here."

You whimper when Jungkook leaves the bed, turning his back on you to get something. Your mouth waters from his muscular, athletic figure, only wearing tight black boxers that fit perfectly around his thighs and crotch area.

Jungkook, with a smirk, comes back with handcuffs. The same ones that you were supposed to use on him the day he was being interrogated.

"Recognize these?" he chuckles, crawling back over to you, "oh, how the tables have turned, baby girl."

"Jungkook, please, I want you so bad."

Jungkook sticks his bottom lip out, "Aw, I'll give you what you want, baby girl, I promise. Your dom doesn't have those cute, fluffy handcuffs that are made specifically for sex, but these are better in my opinion. They look more fucking legit."

Jungkook pulls his boxers down impatiently, his rock-hard cock springing up and in dying need of friction. You stare at it for a couple of seconds, your walls clenching, aching for his cock so bad.

He grabs each of your wrists and traps them onto the steel bands, tightening them just enough so that you can feel it graze against your skin. "And besides, isn't it more fun if there's a little pain?"

[chiliiscereal]

May I offer a prompt of how the turtles would be with a mom friendTM? you know the type I mean? like.... I think they might benefit from that kind of friend in the group lol (also I love your stories, your such a cool writer keep up the awesome work!)

Rottmnt headcanon: mom friend TM

And thanks so much!

Mom friends are severely underrated XD

——

-Okay these boys need a mom friend badly

-but that’s where you come in!

-as the mom friend you keep them safe in many ways

Donnie💜

-starting with this guy, he never really wanted a mom friend

-when April first brought you over he was cold

-didn’t even bother talking to you

-you were determined to befriend him, even though he left whenever you tried to talk to him

-you became comfortable with the turtles quickly and the others accepted your mom friend nature

-not Donnie though

-he didn’t hate you, sure, but you were too much

-you were too overbearing and too nervous for his safety!

-you’d make him wear a helmet when he used his jet pack 

-you made him put on SUNSCREEN whenever he went outside

-you told him to be careful when rewiring a project even!

-it’s like you wanted to ruin his bad boy image

-he hated it and wanted you to stop being so smothering

-…

-…until he realized that attention and moral support comes with the smothering

-the moment he realizes that he’s all for it

-he’s no longer hiding his inventions from you so you won’t bug him, but he’s seeking you out for your advice and praise

“Hey so I made this and… I don’t know…”

“Wow you built that? It’s awesome!” 

“Really? I mean, I know, I just wanted to show you that it was.”

-praise ain’t something this boy has

-have you SEEN how his brothers react to his ideas?

-he needs this

-with praise comes affection

-I’m talking homemade snacks and questions that his brothers never ask

-you’re there if he needs a cup of coffee or if he hasn’t eaten in a while or taken a nap

-“don, it’s been two days since you slept go to bed.”

-“*hissssss*”

-“I’ll make a cup of coffee for you after...?”

-“*hisses but less intense*”

-you may be good at making snacks and everything

-very good in facts

-but the questions are probably his favorite part

“Woah what’s that supposed to do?”

“Well it’s a device that’s meant to fix all the broken McDonald’s ice cream machines.”

“That’s amazing! What did you use to build it? How does it work?”

-you’re actually trying to learn about his work!

-you’re trying to learn about him!

-he loves it

-and he loves that you’re careful to

-it’s a nice change from his brothers

-you’re someone he can depend on

-doesn’t matter if it’s missions or just being a good friend

-and I mean it when I say depend

-you’re there when he needs help rewiring something or just to simply talk about his dumb dumb brothers

-honestly April isn’t even mad that Donnie stole one of her best friends

-she knows he needs this

-Donnie fully learned to trust you after the purple dragons mishap

-you told him they were untrustworthy but his heart was dead set on that satin jacket

-when he came back to the lair, late at night, with no satin jacket and a handful of his missing tech, he found you raising an eyebrow at him from where you had sat to wait for him

-he knew from then on to trust you and your opinions, even though his often got in the way

-you can often be found sitting on Donnies bed while he works, offering your company and comments

-Normally no one else is allowed in while he works but that’s just because they don’t have anything positive to provide

 Raph❤️ 

-Raph IS the mom friend

-your mom friend energy and his mom friend energy just work together so well together

-I’m talking planning missions together, figuring new ways to trick his brothers into being responsible, cleaning the dishes, and even making snacks together

-“so the mission is tomorrow right?”

-“yep! Should we bring apples with peanut butter or pretzels with hummus?”

-“well Donnie doesn’t like peanut butter, but Mikey does, so both?”

-“awesome! And you’ve got the water covered?”

-“dude I even have caprisuns packed so we’re ready!”

-the others find it to be too much with the two of you but Raph really appreciates the help

-especially during the pizza puff episode

-oh that part nearly set you on fire with worry

-Raph had never seen you that worked up

-you had a fan for Leo, a bowl for Mikey, and a bag of fruit snacks for Donnie

-Raph has to activate his supreme mom friend energy to get you to stop hovering over them

-that meant literally dragging you away from them so they could figure things out on their own

-he’s seen you be a mom friend to them all the time

-but never once for him

-you two were like... co mom friends working together to stop the younger irresponsible three

-until Raph got separated in the sewer

-oh man you were torn with worry

-you nearly destoryed the place looking for him

-and finding him all savage like that... ack that was enough to practically shatter your heart in two

-once he stopped trying to barbecue villains and destroy his brothers you took him to the lair and helped him calm down

-you even turned on a movie for the two of you so he could relax

-it was nice to have your best friend and partner in stopping crime back

-Raph of course was embarrassed because it’s HIS job to help everyone, not the other way around

-after much assurance you had him convinced that you didn’t mind

-he was grateful to have you and your help

-he just wished you didn’t worry quite so much

Leo 💙:

-this boy is soaking it all up from the start

-someone to compliment him?

-someone to help him out?

-someone to admire his achievements?

-oh he’s all for it

-he’s showing off skateboard stunts, he’s doing flips, and he’s randomly pulling you to him and creating a portal

-usually you end up somewhere sketchy but sometimes it works out

-you always have to be ready though

-one minute you’re walking to the projector room and the next you’re in New Jersey with a sheepish looking red slider

-his only problem is now he has to be more careful with skateboard tricks

-he’s fine with a helmet but when it comes to you hovering next to him while he’s going down the skate ramp...

-eh he’s not so fond of that

-praise?

-sure

-home made gifts and cards?

-always appreciated

-but you constantly trying to protect him from things he knew how to do?

-no

-just no

-now he only feels like he can skate if you’re not there or if he goes to a skate park without telling you

-you figure out quickly and still worry that he’ll mess up a flip

-doesn’t matter if you’re watching or not

-you’re the mom friend

-your job is to worry

-you promised that you’d stop worrying about him if he can back

-you didn’t want him to feel uncomfortable in his own home!

-he agreed and you did your best to keep your promise

-...

-until he actually messed up a flip

-you don’t know WHAT he landed on but it must have been sharp because there was a LOT of blood

-maybe you thought there was a lot because you were so worried but still

-you hadn’t even been in the room but you heard his shout (and crash) and you came running

-oh he was lucky you carried gauze and everything in your bag because other wise they’d have to go buy some

-you chewed him out while patching him up, much to his displeasure

-you’re both sweet and sour about it

-“I’m fine! Look, nothing’s broken!”

-“I TOLD you that you could get hurt! I TOLD you it wasn’t safe! Why did you not listen- I’m sorry does that hurt? I’m sorry!”

-“yeah it does hurt-.”

-“than you should have listened to me!!”

-for a while he’s bitter that you were just waiting for him to mess up

-clearly you thought he was just a big clutz to you

-but after a while of him avoiding you and pouting you brought it up again

-“I’m not just waiting for you to fail you know. I just want you to be okay.”

-“that’s not what it feels like! You clearly don’t trust me!”

-“life happens, Leo! Doesn’t matter how skilled you are! You’re an amazing skater but sometimes mistakes are made!”

-ha that changed his tune quickly

-“you think I’m an amazing and skilled skater?

-you just rolled your eyes and left, not saying anything about his comment

-didn’t matter

-this boy is all smiles for the rest of the day

Mikey🧡:

-he was on board from the very start

-he’s got cuddles, piggy back rides, and his own art fan/critic

-lots of baking and cooking together

-maybe even drawing if he’s lucky

-only problem?

-you don’t trust him to go out on his own

-even if it’s just to grab a video game from the store or pick up pizza

-“I’m just going down the block!”

-“what if someone sees you?”

-“I’ll be careful!”

-“just let me go with you.”

-“no! I can do this on my own!”

-you’re always offering to give him a ride or tag along just because you don’t want anything to happen to him

-that means, of course, sneaking out

-not for a long time, just enough to get some air

-but that also means you’re staying up late waiting for him to come back

-he’s your buddy!

-you can’t let anything happen to him!

-he didn’t know about it until he found you cashed out on the couch with the lamp still on

-normally you gave him an excuse about why you were still up, such as a late night snack or a movie

-but your phone and the tv were both off

-he decided to think nothing of it until he noticed that you were grumpier in the mornings

-he didn’t want his actions to affect you so he started coming back earlier

-even texting you and telling you he was fine

-you two talked and set up a deal

-he could go out by himself and you wouldn’t stay up late waiting for him as long as you had his location on your phone

-it was easier for both you from then on

[foxedthecards]

Jonas's hands maybe curled just a bit tighter in Butch's when he pulled him up to his feet. God, he was such a sucker for that big bright grin. When Butch's arms go around his shoulders he can't help himself, he's drawn right to the cowboy's side, smushing himself right in that comfortable and warm space.

Between the back and forth flirting and Butch coming in every now and then eager to try out yet another off-the-shits type of crazy stunt (and he could always talk Jonas into it no matter what) he was slowly filling in the details of the kind of person Butch was beyond his first impression of 'good-looking slightly strange cowboy who liked card tricks'

And yeah, no use in denying it. He liked Butch a lot.

There was the physical attraction of course. Every little kiss they'd shared so far had Jonas going all weak-knee'd and fantasizing like hell about this handsome cowboy riding HIM into the sunset. He adored that gold-toothed grin with it's little gap, those blue eyes that crinkled up with mischief, that feathery sandy blonde hair around his shoulders. Still figuring out the whole deal with the horns and the tail but hell Jonas adored them too because they were also part of what made up this exuberant and endearing man.

And physical attraction aside, Butch also had the sort of personality you just plain enjoyed experiencing, a real embodiment of joie de vivre. Jonas could sit and listen to him talk all day long in that easy slow drawl. He had charm, curiosity, kindness... a refreshing genuineness you wouldn't usually find in this land of painted smiles and glittering lights.

In that light however still came painful awareness of Jonas's own short(hah)comings. He was a mess of a human being. He knew it. And a sweet guy like Butch, the kind who just seemed to radiate confidence and self-assurance...well...those kind of people had better things to do and also deserved way better than to pick up after someone who was falling apart.

So no matter how he looked at it he had to accept that all the flirting and gestures of affection, this warm sweet feeling now of being safe by the cowboy's side with his arm wrapped around his shoulders...it wouldn’t last. But that was OK. It really was! Butch was smart. He would figure out that dealing with a damaged mess like Jonas was more than he'd want for himself and he'd move on.

He'd just have to accept that. Accept whatever he could have.

Jonas lifted up his arm behind Butch's back, hesitated a moment and then wrapped it around the cowboy's waist, hooking his fingers lightly in waist pocket of Butch's trousers.

" Damn, guess I'll have to try harder to mess things up next time, huh? " he joked. " But I'm glad you enjoyed it all! " Ah fuck. Wish he could have remembered that dance.

He bit his upper lip thoughtfully and added, " You know, Butch...anytime you come see me like...I know you usually don't stick around long. Which is completely ok by the way! I figure you got uh. Important Cowboy things to do between all the fun shit but uh...you can always stay longer! If you want to of course. You don't have to! Especially if you're really busy or you've got other shit to do or something. "

Haha damn shouldn't this be easier to say? Haha. At this point he couldn't help it, he just buried his face in Butch's side. The quietest and most self-conscious mumble emerged after a slight pause.

" I like having you around. "

Erghhh.

He looked up blearily at Butch. He really enjoyed feeling Butch's fingers going through his hair but with that feeling of enjoyment came such soul-crushing guilt. Butch had probably had been completely having the time of his life at this...what did he say, harvest festival? Yeah ok, a party of some kind. He could hear it dimly beyond where they were, it sounded like a real blast.

He inhaled quietly through his nose.

" Oh...yeah yeah. Right. The festival, " he said, rubbing the heels of his hand in his eyes. He glanced over at Butch's shoulder, seeing that purplish bite mark on his shoulder and his gaze dropped down.

" I'm really sorry, " he mumbled, turning himself around a bit to plant a quick little apology kiss near the bite mark. " I think I-I got a little drunk and uh...carried away you know? That's all. Ahah, probably like...got into a bad batch or something, made me a little y'know..." He made a whistling noise, his finger making a little circle around his head.

He'd never felt more depressingly sober in his life at this moment. He wished he was drunk, to be honest. He forced a bright cheerful expression on his face as he took Butch's face in his hands.

" So pfttt don't be worried, wolf boy! " he said, giving his face a little squish. " In fact listen I want you to go right back out there and have a good time ok? You don't need a jumpy goofball like me putting a monkey wrench in your fun!! I'll be ok yeah I might go lay down a bit, y'know? So...go dance and booze it up and-and uhm I dunno what other kind of stuff they're doing out there but yeah! "

He swallowed down that deep ugly ache in his chest even as those bright cheerful words spilled from his mouth. As much as his head was killing him that worried look on Butch's face killed him worse. He couldn't stand that he'd inadvertently caused it.

Please just go on, cowboy, go have fun and forget how I screwed things up. Walk off and don't look back, he begged him in his mind.

[sugxrslushy]

Hi, your acts of love event, could I please get an Ace, 6 (kissing specific body parts). Thank you

🌼 a/n: hello hun!! thank you for the ask, took me a bit to get around to it! I know I could've taken an "easier" route with having this do something with his freckles or tattoos lol but I wanted to do something a bit different. hopefully it doesn't bite me in the ass

🌼 prompt - kissing specific body parts

🌼 includes: Ace x gn!reader (cw: injuries!!)

Ace had never meant it to happen. All he was doing was showing off a new trick with dazzling flames that drew you in, each streak of red and orange warm against your skin and sparkling with light. You hadn’t noticed you were too close and he didn’t notice either till the sharp and burning pain brushed against your arm and you cried out.

You’d never seen him turn around faster than that, his full attention snapping towards you as you cradled your injured arm. Stumbling over his own feet, Ace rushes over to check you over. Although not the ship’s doctor, he looked entirely more concerned than Marco as he leisurely walked over to check your arm.

“Y/n, are you okay? Does it hurt a lot, I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to hurt you, can you show me your arm?” He asks, falling over his words as he showers you in concern. Ace gently takes your arm in his hand, specifically avoiding the burned part. Turning it over, he gnaws on his lip anxiously while looking over the damage.

“It hurts.” You bite out between clenched teeth. Ace’s eyes are soft with worry. Hand hovering over your arm, unsure what to do but not wanting to accidentally hurt you. Marco finally is there, herding you away from the others towards his office. Ace is gripping at the back of your shirt, shuffling quickly to your side and throwing his arm around your waist, making it clear he wasn’t going to leave you.

Plenty of bandages and cooling wet compresses later, Marco finally tells you that you’ll be fine and to watch out next time for any of Ace’s dumb stunts. Ace sat with you nestled in his lap the whole time, his head nestled in the crook of your neck and murmuring soft apologies the whole time.

“It’s okay, it only hurts a little bit.” You try to reassure him, it was no more than a dull throbbing at this point. You knew it’d keep you up later but you could maybe use that as leverage to get more cuddles from Ace.

But Ace seemed like it’d take a bit longer for him to finally decide to touch you again. Even when you were handing a plate of food off to him you could tell how he hesitated slightly, making sure to keep his hand from brushing too closely against your own when he took it. Even when you tried to hold his hand you saw how his movement stuttered, taking a second before letting you.

While getting ready for bed, Ace was still wearing the guilty look from earlier, his lips pursed and eyes averted from even looking at you. You never took him as someone to react like this, acting like a dog who's just been scolded. Before turning the lights off, you faced him to give him a quick kiss.

You reach up to softly caress his face and his hand carefully catches your arm, pulling away from the kiss. He turns your arm over, looking at the irritated skin where he’d accidentally injured you. Dipping down, his lips brushed lightly against your skin. It tickled, especially with the feeling of his chapped lips against soft skin. The kiss is sweet, pressing his lips firmly against it and giving your arm a drawn out kiss. “I love you.” He whispers when he pulls away, guiding your arm to rest against his chest.

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Yoga Antics | Fred Weasley 18+

Pairing: Fred Weasley x Fem!Reader

Warnings: smut 18+ (minors dni!), unprotected vaginal penetration, male masturbation, kissing, swearing, fluff

WC: 2.9k

Summary: Y/N gets into yoga. Now Fred wants to get into Y/N...

A/N: A little something something while y’all wait for the next chapter of TDWM. Enjoy ya horny bastard!

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Stress management was something that you had grown to value a great deal in your free time. Even more so when you wound up marrying a Weasley twin.

It wasn’t that you didn’t absolutely adore your husband. You loved him with every fibre of your being. It was true however that sometimes you just needed a moment to yourself to unwind and recuperate, especially when living with such a hectic personality like Fred.

On the hunt for new tactics to tend to your mental health, you came across yoga, a muggle activity that Hermione had been raving about once her and Ron came back from her hometown during the Christmas break. She had said that her mom got her into it and how it made her stress levels drop drastically.

Admitly, you were skeptical at first. The idea of twisting and contorting your limbs to relax your racing mind seemed ridiculous. A simple spell should have been able to do the trick just fine, but alas one did not exist for such a thing, so you were left with not much to work with.

Hoping to persuade you, Hermione handed you a book from across the kitchen table while Ron and the twins laughed about some absolute nonsense in the living room of your home.

“Trust me Y/N. I’m usually a cynic myself about these things, but when I tell you yoga changed my life,”

She quickly glanced over at the boys to make sure their attention was averted elsewhere before leaning in so only you could hear.

“You would not believe the sex I’ve been having. Ever since I started doing yoga, I’ve been able to do things with my body that I could never imagine even in my wildest dreams.” Your eyes expanded instantly upon hearing her saucy confession. It was very unlike Hermione Granger to be so flippant about something as personal as what her and her husband did behind closed doors.

“Hermione!” You squeaked out as you shot your hands up to your flushed cheeks, embarrassed at the thought of your brother in law and best friend/sister in law in any kind of compromising situation. The image was now ingrained into your brain, an image you could easily do without no less.

Hermione lightly giggled but quickly covered it up with a cough when she noticed Ron and the twins look over at the two of you with interest.

“Everything alright ‘mione?” Ron asked, clearly oblivious to the raunchy conversation taking place between the whispering women.

“Nothing, go back to whatever you were doing.” She spoke, pursing her lips to hide a smirk. He gave her a look that read what are you up to over there? but quickly dropped it when he turned back around to continue the conversation he was having with his older brothers.

“I’m serious though, it has been an absolute godsend. I’m sure you and Fred can both get something out of it.” Your cheeks grew an even deeper red at the thought of what all of that might entail.

“Thank you for the advice Hermione. I’ll keep it in mind.” Maybe you would give the book a quick look through, if you were able to find any time during your insanely busy schedule.

“Love, time to head out?” Ron spoke as he stood up from the couch and brought over his finished cup of tea to the sink for washing later.

“Yes, we best be going. Remember what I said Y/N.” She nudged the book further towards you and got up to pull you in for a warm embrace.

“I’ll see you soon.” You spoke, giving her a warm friendly rub on the back before she went over to the door to get her ballet flats on.

“Y/N, always a pleasure.” Ron came over with a dopey smile, opening his arms to give you a big bear hug.

“Bye Ron.” He then headed over to Hermione, giving her his arm to hold on to as she struggled to get on one of her shoes.

“Only thing I’m good for, it seems.” Everyone laughed as Hermione rolled her eyes and smacked him the chest playfully.

“Oh shut it Ronald,” She jeers before opening the door.

“Bye!” The couple speak in unison as they head out the door, Fred closing it behind them.

“Well, I best be off too. I think I’ve left poor Angelina with the kids long enough.” George let out a sigh, bracing himself for what he knew he would be coming home to.

“Good luck with that mate.” Fred chuckles as he pats his brother on the shoulder.

“Bye love,” George speaks as he comes in for the usual kiss on each cheek with you.

“Bye George. Tell Angie we say hi.”

“Will do.” And then he makes his way out the door, Fred once again closing it behind him. He then turns around and looks down at you, a sly smirk dancing along his lips.

“Alone at last.” He groans before picking you up and throwing you over his shoulder.

“Gah! You big idiot, if you drop me I swear to Godric!” You screech out. Fred let’s out a laugh before abruptly bending his knees, pretending to lose his grip on you. Your hand comes in contact with his back with a loud smack.

“I’m serious Fred, don’t do it!” He chuckles again before plopping you down on one of the couches in the living room. He shifts about so he was now straddling your waist. His hair, which he had been growing out, covered his face slightly. You brought your hand up to caress his light stubble ridden cheek.

He sighs out in contentment and flutters his eyes shut, leaning into your touch and kissing the knuckle of your thumb.

“Hi.” You say sweetly with bright sparkling eyes as you begin to twirl his fiery red locks between your delicate fingers.

“Hi.” His soft voice makes your stomach flutter. To this day you still experienced the same excitement you would get when you first started dating Fred back in school.

“Can we have sex?” He asks out of the blue.

You couldn’t help but laugh at his request. Ever since you tied the knot, the mystery and suspense your sex life once had began to simmer. Being upfront about both of your wants and needs became a part of the beauty of your marriage. No secrets were kept and no childish games were played. If one of you wanted it, all you had to do was ask.

“Only if you carry me, ‘m tired.” You spoke, going back to playing with his hair.

“Works for me.” His face lit up as he lifts you up off of the couch and carries you bridal style up to your shared bedroom.

You had to admit, Hermione was right.

The morning after that visit, you began to read tidbits of the book she gave you.

Not wanting to answer a billion questions, you kept the material out of your husband's sight. You knew he would become super curious and make you explain everything to him, and having just begun learning yourself, you decided it was best to keep it hidden away. Again, this concept was feorgein to the wizarding world so you couldn’t blame him.

It really did work out perfectly. Once you felt that you had gotten the hang of it, every morning after Fred left for the shop, you would set up in the living room and practice your yoga.

It honestly felt awful at first. Your body was so tight and tense that you had almost given up completely after your first time doing it.

But not wanting to throw in the towel so early, you kept it up until you began noticing a slight change in your body. Little things like being able to touch your toes or go into a deep lunge were gratifying and it almost became a bit of a drug to you. Not to mention it helped you sleep like a baby.

Fred was also starting to notice a difference. Knowing you were tight all over, sex usually consisted of fairly mild positions that didn’t put to much of a strain on your body. But that one random night in which you were suddenly able to bring your legs up to wrap around his neck as he pounded into you set off alarms in his head.

You had done something and he was going to get to the bottom of it.

That was a while ago.

Since then, you had fully converted to a life of zen, and yoga was your remedy to all of the worries that plagued your mind. Mornings were becoming easier and easier to face as Fred would shut the door behind him and you would pull out your yoga blocks and mat.

And this morning began like any other. The sun seeped through your white translucent curtains which made Fred groan in irritation. He hated getting up in the morning.

He turned over to face you and slowly opened his eyes, watching you shift about and slowly begin to wake up yourself.

“What time is it?” You spoke, nuzzling your face into his bare chest.

“7:15.” He was able to croak out in his scruffy morning voice.

“Off to work then?” You asked, finally looking up at him with this innocent and soft look that never failed to make him turn into a puddle of emotions.

“Off to work indeed.” He sighed, running a hand through his hair, flopping on to his back to allow himself to wake up more.

“You're going to be late if you don’t get a move on.” He smiled at this before deciding to scoop you up into his arms so you were now laying on your stomach on top of him.

“George can manage for a bit can’t he?” He asked as he moved your crazy morning hair out of your eyes so he could get a better look at you. Your chin rested against his sternum as you rolled your eyes.

“Remember last time you tried to pull that stunt? He threatened to hex you.” Fred winced at the memory.

“Better not then huh?” He grimaces slightly, already knowing the answer to his question.

“Well unless you are willing to have your hair be green for the next year, then yeah I wouldn’t. Now stop stalling and get your arse up!” You say, pinching his hip which makes him arch up slightly underneath your touch.

“If you do that again I may never get out of bed.” His smirk would usually get to you but no one could ever get between you and your yoga sessions. Even Fred Gideon Weasley.

“Nice try Casanova, that isn’t going to work this time,” You lifted the sheets off of both of you and got out of bed to take a shower.

Later that morning, Fred ran over to you, pressing a kiss to your temple before grabbing a orange from the fruit bowl and rushing out the door for work.

You smiled knowingly, waiting for at least a minute before jumping up from your spot on the couch and ran back into your bedroom. Never in your life had you been so excited to wear spandex.

Once your setup was organized, you quickly got into child’s pose, hoping to give your begging joints and muscles a gentle wake up. It felt so good that the groan you emitted covered up the sound of the front door opening and closing.

Fred was back.

He had come from downstairs, having forgotten important paperwork he had to fill out for some possible investors. But the heavy package of documents seemed to have slipped his mind for a second time when he came across your arse stretched out in the bent over position.

His trousers tightened almost instantly and his finger had to come up and tug at his shirt collar that had suddenly become too tight.

Unaware of his presence, you continued your late morning with no care in the world. Feeling satisfied, your body moved up into a downward dog. Your lower legs and ankles gasped out in gratitude as you slowly leaned deeper and deeper into the upside pose.

That’s when you saw him.

Between your legs, you were able to notice a pair of brown dress shoes, one tapping away impatiently. Your eyes went wide and your throat let out a squeak, making you collapse to the floor and quickly turn to look up at your amused and very turned on husband.

“So this is what you’ve been doing when I’m away?” Your cheeks were all flushed, partly from the blood rushing to your face when you were upside down and partly due to Fred looming over you in a dominating stance.

“Fred I-.” You quickly tried to cover your tracks. Explain that it was a stupid thing Hermione told you about and that it didn’t matter.

“Hush love, I’m not mad.” He said through a relaxed chuckle.

“You’re not?”

“How could I? You are so fucking fit babes.” Your cheeks burned stronger and your eyes flitted down to the mat beneath you.

“Hey dove, no need to be shy. I liked what you were doing there. What was it anyway?” He was now crouched in front of you, lightly tracing his thumb against your cheek.

“Yoga, supposed to make you feel less stressed and more flexible.” You could see the gears turning in his head.

“Oh so I have yoga to thank for the amazing shagging we have been having recently then?” His comment made you giggle, making him swoon in return.

“Show me more. I want to watch.” God he knew how to make your stomach twirl. His face was no longer soft, but rather dark and naughty. The lust that was connecting the two of you caused your leggings to dampen. You shifted, now feeling slightly uncomfortable with sitting in your own wetness.

“What, you feeling uncomfy? Here I’ll help.” Before you could respond, he laid you on your back and dragged you towards him along the mat, his hands gripping the back of your thighs.

“Shall I take these off then?” He asked, an eyebrow raised in question. He was playing a game and he knew he had already won.

“Yes please.” Your voice was breathy and soft. He aggressively grabbed the waistband of your legging and tugged them down your legs.

Once they were in a wet mess somewhere in a corner of the living room, he bent down between your legs to pull you in for a kiss. Your hands went up to his hair and your legs wrapped around his torso, slightly grinding up into him.

His lips detached from yours and he looked down to notice your desperate actions.

“Awe love, you all worked up now?” He was obviously teasing you. Hell if anything, he was more bothered then you were, but he was always better at keeping his emotions below the surface.

“Want you to show me what you were doing again. This time in your undies babes.” You nodded urgently and turned yourself around, going into a cow position.

His heavy breathing and warm palms on your arse cheeks made his presence very much known.

You pushed back slightly, hoping he would get the hint.

“Patient, I’ll deal with you in a minute. Want to see more first.” Gaining some power, you got up and pushed him back, indicating for him to move onto the couch, giving him a front row seat to what would become his favourite show.

You pulled out every suggestive pose in the book. At one point, when you were able to look over at his reaction, his tie had come undone along with some buttons and his hand was fisted around his cock.

He looked heavenly sitting there, one arm draped along the top of the couch and his head thrown back in pure pleasure. He should have been back to work by now but neither one of you cared.

“Fuck, keep it up love.” You wanted his finish, not his hand so you stopped your performance and crawled over to him, kneeling between his spread open legs.

Without speaking a single word, your mouth opened wide, your tounge stretched out in a plea for his cum.

“You want me down your throat darling?” You nodded, eyes shut in patience. His groans increased and your palms began to sweat as anticipation grew all through your body.

But nothing came.

One of your eyes opened in confusion only for you to be met with him coming off of the couch and pushing you back into the mat once more. He stretched your legs open wide and moved your thong to the side. There was no time to adjust as his length rammed into you. Instantly gripping his biceps you let out a cry of submission and pleasure.

“Feel so nice and warm. Want you nice and wide for me when I finish yeah? Are you going to finish with me little dove?” You could only let out a wail of acceptance as you sobbed.

His drilling quickened and quickened until you both finally were able to come as one, something you had yet to achieve in your relationship. He let out a surprised laugh at the accomplishment before collapsing on top of you in exhaustion.

“Thank Merlin for yoga.” He spoke through heavy breaths.