#but I got to practice AND get some of my pent up energy about this movie out of my body so I call that a win

[circumstellart]

[ID: Three digital drawings of busts of characters from The Sea Beast done in sketchy pencil and basic watercolor. The first is of Sarah Sharpe, the second of Captain Crow, and the third of Jacob Holland.]

the adults in this movie are so Shaped

[owliellder]

All Pent Up

MDNI 18+

Puppy Hybrid! Leon Kennedy x afab! Reader

Word count: 3.85k

Warnings: Porn w/ plot, unprotected p in v (stay safe), no use of y/n, spanking, crying, slight ass-play.

Description: After a long night at work, you come home to a very pent up Leon. A trip to the park to help with that energy turns a little sour.

Tags: Submissive! Leon, neck biting/marking, begging, cunnilingus, knotting, mommy kink, fluff, near illegal amounts of praise AND aftercare, a lovely creampie to end the morning

Not proofread. I am once again sat here bored at work. More self indulgence since I work the same kind of job aforementioned in this lmao.

Also VERY much inspired by @abp0rns art of puppy Leon, specifically the two I put below the crop. Please check out their art they gotta be one of my favorite doodlers out there.

Edit: cross posted onto Ao3 if it's easier for you to read there (cause it is for me)

It had been an incredibly boring night at work for you. Working graveyard at a gatehouse meant you did practically nothing. Easy money, sure, but you can only watch so many movies and doodle so much before it becomes redundant.

The only thing keeping you going was making sure your puppy, Leon, stayed happy and comfortable. You'd found him at the shelter a few months back, and though you never considered yourself to be a hybrid kinda person, Leon was just too damn cute at that shelter.

After adopting the hybrid, you quickly fell into a nice afterwork routine; come home, get jumped by Leon, make breakfast while he asked a plethora of questions about your night and made sure you knew just how much he missed you by licking and slobbering all over you. He was the sweetest boy, but man was he excitable.

Some mornings, you'd come home a bit more awake than others. It was random and you're not sure what made that so, but today was apparently one of those days.

~

"-sosososo glad you're home, mommy! I've been so lonely and bored without you!" Leon happily talked on after you'd walked through the door, his golden fur covered tail thumping loudly against the back of the couch. You remained quiet as you let him ramble, reaching up to pet through his messy bedhead with a smile. "I chewed on my toys, broke one of the squeakers though, but you've gotten me plenty of other toys for me to play with!! I really like this fluffy red pig you got me-!"

He continued to talk loudly about everything he did after you left for work only 8 hours prior, running around to grab and show you his chewed up toy and his favorite toy, tail continuing to wag avidly all the while.

"Alright, alright.. settle down, Leon.." You spoke up, cutting off his talk about laying in your bed so you could take a moment to shed your work clothes in favor of some more comfortable lounge wear; an old, faded graphic tee and a pair of soft sweatpants.

The hybrid followed you throughout the apartment while continuing to ramble, albeit a lot quieter now. Clearly Leon had a lot of energy this morning, which wasn't unusual by any means, but since you weren't all that tired this morning you decided that a trip to the dog park would be a good way for him to get some much needed exercise and enrichment.

After making breakfast, you dressed your puppy in a cozy outfit since it was always little chilly in the mornings where you lived, damn cold desert. You only had to reach for the leash for him to start jumping and yapping enthusiastically, making it rather difficult to hook it onto his collar.

You decided to stay in your comfy clothes, seeing as it would keep you warm enough until the sun warmed the air outside.

"Do you think Chris will be there?! Can you text his owner?? Who else is gonna be there?! I can smell the park from here!-" Leon rambled excitedly as he tugged you along to the park, smelling every bush and tree the two of you passed thoroughly. His tail never stopped wagging, those soft floppy ears perked forwards as he moved his head every which way, focusing in on every movement and sound while beelining to the park. He knew the way there, the leash was just to make sure you didn't get lost.

The air was cool the, sun beginning to warm you up. It was starting to bring out your exhaustion, but you wanted Leon to get at least half an hour of playtime in so he wouldn't bug you while you slept later. The thought alone made it easy for you to power through that brain fog that threatened to settle in.

You and Leon walked across the street once the tall chainlink fence that bordered the dog park was in view, the Golden Retriever hybrid practically dragging you to the other side of the street as his excitement grew. There were always other hybrids out early in the morning, the cool mornings were nicer for walks compared to the hot afternoons, at least in your opinion.

Leon was rubbing himself along the side of the fence, sniffing with a large goofy smile on his face. He had playmates that were normally here around this time, namely Chris, a German Shepard hybrid. Though Chris was a little bigger than Leon, they always played nicely, never having gotten into any sort of scuffle.

Chris was quick to notice Leon, running up to the fence so he could sniff him. They rapidly got each other riled up, so the moment you made it to the gate you unhooked the leash from Leon's collar. This wasn't so he didn't get choked out when he launched into the park, no, it was because the last time you forgot to unhook his leash first, you were yanked face first into soggy grass and mud.

The second you unlatched the gate, Leon pushed it open. He sprinted into the grassy park, Chris not far behind before tackling the smaller hybrid with a playful growl. The two roughhoused, chased each other, and played tug-of-war with a stick Chris had found.

You decided to sit on a bench not too far from where the boys played, looking up from your phone every minute or so to make sure their play didn't turn ugly.

Only 30 minutes had gone by before- "Mommy! Mommy!" Leon shouted from across the park, prompting you to look up from your phone. It only took a moment for your eyes to nearly bulge out of your head when you spotted a now brown Leon. His tail wagged, slapping loudly against the thick puddle of mud he was laying sideways in. "Looklooklook! Chris and I found a ball!" he yelled with a grin, Chris holding up the muddy ball high in the air so you could see it.

You sat there dumbfounded for a brief moment before letting your head fall back, breathing in and letting out a deep sigh as your eyes closed. You tilted your head forwards again, letting your eyes open slowly as your annoyance showed clear on your face.

Your puppy could see your expression change even from where he was, his ears drooping more than they were as the mud had weighed them down a bit. Seems like playtime was over.

Chris' owner wasn't all that happy either, walking over to the filthy hybrids only a few seconds sooner than you did. You pulled Leon from the mud by the collar since he seemed a bit stuck, glaring weakly at the now cowering puppy.

"Leon is always getting Chris into some sort of mess." Chris' owner huffed out, clearly irritated with the situation. You frowned, running your free hand over your face with a soft sigh. "I'm sorry, Leon just seems to really like the mud lately. I can't help that Chris follows, but I'll try to keep Leon from the mud." You didn't really care for someone implying your Golden Retriever puppy was a bad dog, but the idea of confrontation mixed with your ever-growing exhaustion was enough to have you just let it go.

After apologizing again, you let Leon shake off the excess mud from his body before hooking the leash to his collar once more, beginning to pull him towards the gate. He was very resistant to leaving, whining and whimpering something fierce. "I'm sorry! ImsorryImsorry! Please I'll be good! Let me stay a little longer mommy! Please I'm sorry! Mommy!"

As pitiful as he sounded, you now had to squeeze a thorough bath in for the hybrid before you were even able to think about sleeping. You continued to drag him along as he fought against you, crying out softly as you finally got him through the gate, closing it before he could run back through.

Your exhaustion was making you irritable, and having to fight to get Leon back home was enough to make you angry. It got even worse when he growled at you.

You stopped walking, the entrance to your apartment building only a few feet away. Turning around to face him, he immediately shrunk down at your furious glare. "Bad boy, Leon." Your voice was harsh, yet also so calm, it scared him. He hated being a bad boy, he never wanted to hear those words together again.

After you started walking again, he followed obediently, staying silent all the way into your apartment. He stood stiffly by the front door once you closed it, watching you stomp away. The puppy was on the verge of tears, his muddy tail tucked between his legs and his ears flat against his head.

Leon's bottom lip trembled the longer he couldn't see you, his ears twitching a bit as he picked up on the sound of the bath faucet turning on. His hands were clasped in front of his legs, head down in shame.

"Leon!" You called out from the bathroom, your tone still laced with irritation, he could definitely tell that much. The hybrid quickly shuffled to the bathroom, trying his best not to get clumps of dried up mud on the carpet along the way.

Leon stood in the bathroom doorway before you gently dragged him in, making silent work of his clothes that were absolutely caked in mud. He knew what to do afterwards, quietly seating himself in the bath, shoulders slumped. The bath was silent except for Leon's weak attempts to apologize, his voice faltering every time once he looked at your face. Your eyebrows were furrowed and you just looked so disinterested.

After the bath, you shooed the puppy off with a towel draped over his shoulders, lazily washing off his collar in the dirty bath water before unplugging the tub.

Leon sat in the living room, drying himself off as best as he could with the towel. Even after, he shook himself off on instinct, the towel left discarded on the floor. He had sat himself on the couch, still slouched with a strong pout on his face.

He knew he was in trouble. His stomach sank when you walked out and stood in front of him with that same irritated look. You then walked and sat next to him on the left. "Lay across my lap, Leon."

The Golden Retriever hybrid whimpered, though he did as he was told, laying himself so his abdomen was laying on your lap, his tail still tucked between his legs. He yipped when you grabbed the base of his damp tail with your left hand, roughly untucking it so you could get a clear view of his ass. "Look at me, Leon."

He turned his head and tilted it back slightly so he could look up at you, his eyes sad and watery. He didn't have anything to say for himself. "You growled at me. You've never growled at me before." You sounded upset, and you were. You didn't want to punish your sweet boy, but him growling at you for something so insignificant deeply bothered you.

Sighing, you pulled his tail up away from his ass even further, grip tightening on it as you felt him try and tuck it back between his legs again. Wordlessly, you drew your other hand back, a sharp smack along with a cry from Leon ringing out in the quiet apartment. You hated having to do this, but he needed to learn.

A few harsh spanks later and the hybrid's ass was bright red and sore, tears spilling down his face as he sobbed out barely comprehensible apologizes in between loud cries every time you brought your hand down on his tender behind. His hands gripped the couch cushion tightly, those pitiful sobs of his tugging at your heart.

Once you feel Leon'd learned his lesson, you gently ran your hand along both his ass cheeks, soothing the hot and red skin while your other hand caressed the base of his tail. You waited until his crying quieted to talk to him again, listening to him sniffle wetly as you let go of his tail to wipe away his snot and tears.

"Okay, okay... there you go, sweet boy. All done. I'm all done..." you whispered to the whimpering puppy hybrid in your lap, shifting your body sideways so he could climb up and lay his head against your chest. You combed your fingers through his hair with one hand while the other stroked the side of his face, clearing the few stray tears that continued to fall.

Leon buried his face into your chest, hiccuping out muffled apologies as he brought his hands up to wrap around you. "I'm sorry mommy. So-.. sososo sorry... Didn't mean to, mommy..."

As he trembled against you, you couldn't help but feel terrible for punishing him that way. He'd never been bad before, the punishment really shouldn't have been so harsh..

You waited until he quieted to speak up again, tilting your head to the side slightly so you could see his face a little better. "...you took that so well, Leon. Such a good boy for mommy, huh?" Despite the suggestive undertone, you made sure to talk softly, careful not to upset the delicate puppy on your chest.

He lifted his head up slightly, nodding weakly as his eyes turned glassy once more. "Please.. I'll-I'll be a good boy for you m-mommy. I'm sorry- I'm so so sorry mommy- I didn't mean to growl- ImsorryImsorryIm-"

You shushed him, running your hand from the side of his face up through his hair as he began to cry again. "You're a good boy, Leon. I forgive you, baby.."

All Leon wanted to do was make this right. He never wanted to be a bad boy again. He hated the way you spoke to him, the way you had looked at him. It was so scary, he wasn't a bad boy, no, he wasn't.

His mind was flooded with everything he could possibly do to make it up to you, tears falling onto your shirt as he pulled himself up off of you. He crawled backwards and sat back on his haunches, giving you a wary look as he tucked his fingers under the waistband of your sweatpants.

"Oh, Leon, sweetheart, you don't have to-" "Please..." Leon's meek voice cut you off, making you pause for a moment before nodding with a smile. His hands trembled as he pulled your sweatpants down, taking your panties with them. The hybrid hiccuped again before bringing his head down between your thighs, putting your legs over his shoulders as he cautiously placed his hands onto the points of your hips

It only took a second before he shoved his face into your cunt, whimpering at your smell and taste as he licked between your folds. You gasped, feeling his tongue eagerly lap up your slick as it leaked out of you, his low whimpers vibrating deliciously against you. "Leon~... oh~.. easy, boy..."

You reached a hand down to gently stroke his hair, attempting to get the puppy hybrid to calm down a bit still. He was obviously so eager to please, though he was still shaken up by the punishment; tears falling from his eyes, quiet sobs muffled by your pussy, eyes closed, and cheeks flushed a beautiful pink. His tail had started to wag again and you were relieved to see it sway slowly. You just wanted to see your puppy happy and excitable again like he always was.

Leon continued to lap at your cunt, keeping himself firmly buried in it. His breathing was a bit shaky but you just let him do what he needed to do, reaching your hand to the right a bit so you could stroke one of his soft floppy ears. He sighed at the feeling, his tail wagging a little faster.

"That's a good boy, Leon~... god- such a good boy for his mommy.." You praised the hybrid as he worked his mouth on you, the praise causing him to whine into your cunt. His eyes peaked open, looking up at you as small tears fell from them. "Good boy~..." You ran your hand down to stroke your thumb between his eyes, prompting him to close them again with a sigh.

Your words encouraged him further, sucking at your clit when his tongue wasn't buried inside of you. The puppy hybrid licked all around, making sure none of your sweet slick was left to waste. He eased his grip on your hips, partially worried he would hurt you, but mostly cause he adored the way you writhed when you drew close to your orgasm. He relished in how you pulled his head impossibly closer, practically grinding against his face, using him. What a good boy he was.

Leon was in heaven when you came, whimpering into your cunt as you gushed against his face. He made sure to lick up everything he could, even dipping down to your ass for a minute, tongue flat against the puckered hole. He'd be mad if he saw the couch got some of your juices.

After a moment, he pulled his head away, resting the side of his slick covered face against your thigh as he looked up at you with those puppy-dog eyes that you just couldn't resist. You knew what he wanted, and who were you to deny him?

"My good boy wanna fuck his mommy? Show his mommy what a good boy he is?" You whispered, to which he eagerly nodded in response, his ears perking up. You could hear his tail thump lazily against the back cushion of the couch, all the while watching him lick his lips. "I-I'll be a good boy for mommy. I'm a good boy-..good boy for mommy.." he mumbled quietly, hoisting himself up onto his haunches again after carefully laying your legs down off his shoulders. His thick cock was leaking pre-cum, flushed red at the tip while his knot was fully swollen. It was hard to look away.

Leon continued to mumble to himself, almost like he was trying to convince himself that he was a good boy. His breathing was still shaky as he watched you flip over, your ass up in the air while you rested your elbows on the armrest of the couch.

The poor thing was practically drooling at the sight of you, frozen in place, just staring at your glistening pussy. Your voice snapped him out of his trance, a hushed "Pretty boy..." causing him to lurch forward and mount you without further hesitation.

You cried out as he shoved his cock into you halfway, stopping only to grab the skin right above your collarbone with his teeth. He made sure he was positioned properly, shifting slightly before pushing his throbbing dick all the way. He whined at the way your slick walls gripped him, his knot pressed firmly against the outside of your cunt.

Leon's teeth broke skin as he began to piston in and out of you. He was drooling, whimpering, moaning, and his tail was wagging so fast. He loved the way his mommy felt, gripping his so tightly, sucking his thick cock in.

His let go of your skin to lick at gently, which was a stark contrast to his fast and rough thrusts. "So sorry mommy- sososo sorry.. never growl at you again- ah~..! I-I'll be mommy's good-.. good boy.."

The hybrid panted next to your ear, reaching his hands up and under your loose shirt to grip and massage your breasts. His fingers pinched and tugged at your sensitive nipples, causing you to moan loudly. You could feel every bit of his cock as he slammed it into you over and over again, the tip kissing your cervix which made you hiss at the slight pain it caused.

"Gonna- hnghh~.. gonna fill mommy up.. gonna be mommy's best boy again..." Leon whined, tilting his head to the side so he could nip at your neck, kissing and licking under your jaw. He sucked numerous hickeys down your neck, making quick work of the other side as well. He wanted you to remember how good he was for you, how much he was willing to do to make things better, what a good boy he was for you.

It didn't take long for him to near his own orgasm, his chin resting over your shoulder as his hands had worked their way back to your hips. He was so close; the sounds of your moans, the sinful way your pussy squelched with slick as he fucked into you, your smell, the lingering taste of you on his tongue, everything was just so overwhelming.

The puppy hybrid didn't have the words to give you warning, only a long drawn out whine as his hips stuttered forward, knot stretching you open. You came again from the feeling, barely being able to clench around his knot. It was just so big.

With his cum pumping into you, you could only groan pleasantly at the feeling of being so full, his knot having basically plugged you to the point that none of it could escape.

You could partially register Leon running his hands up and down your body, anywhere he could reach in his position, bunching up your shirt in the process. His large hands felt nice, helping you come down from your high. He was whispering something, you couldn't make out what, but it was probably the same thing he'd been spewing before.

~

After Leon was able to pull out of you, you made sure to reassure him over and over that he was your good boy, and he'd always be your good boy.

You made him a little snack once you'd cleaned yourself and him up, seeing as the park and your at-home playtime had influenced his appetite quite a bit. You loved to see him happy again; those beautiful blue eyes crinkled with a smile as that fluffy tail of his wagged.

Your body finally realized how tired it was once more, your brain catching up with that as well. You waved Leon, who was elated to follow you, into your room, practically bounding in like a deer. He begged to lay the way you two did on the couch, and again, who were you to deny him?

You laid back, head on your pillow as Leon nestled himself on top of you. He laid his head on your chest, turning his head to the left as he rested his arms on either side of you, his hands just barely tucked up under your pillow after pulling the blankets up over the both of you.

"You're the greatest boy anyone could ask for, Leon. Always taking such good care of me.." you whispered as his eyes closed, his tail going from a lazy wag to a stop as he fell asleep.

"I love you, my sweet boy.."

[chrollohearttags]

oh nufffinnnn just thinking bout eren telling reader to “stop running” and to “move her hand”

why? Whyyyy would y’all do this to meeeee? 😫 knees just buckled and everything (and not just because one of them is out of place)

content warning/themes: bsf eren bc im obsessed now, black fem reader (plus size descriptors) missionary, mentions of nudes, back scratching, hair pulling, daddy’s used, pet names (pretty girl, mama) creaming, full nelson

“ ‘Ren!—Eren, okaaayy! Ooh, you win!”

crying out in a fussy huff as your once best friend turned lover hovered the entirety of his six foot three slender frame towered over yours. A firm grip from both hands keeping your feet pent back near your head and your legs wide open..perfect for him to fuck you as he saw fit. How exactly had you landed yourself in such a position? Well..

“I know. I always do, baby. So I don’t know why you play like I can’t handle your fine ass..talking about ‘you don’t even know what to do with me’…out ‘your fucking mind. And I told you to stop tryna’ run because you’re not going anywhere. Take this fucking dick like a good girl. You can do that, can’t you?”

once again, silly banter ensued between you two and he yet again, had to prove you wrong. It wasn’t long after he had exited basketball practice and an intense workout; still pent up with energy and plenty of arousal..especially after you sent him some rather salacious messages. The two of you weren’t certain if you were ready to put a label on things but you were damn sure having a ball engaging in activities that couples would. Like calling one another pet names, even around other people. This time, he just so happened to be changing in front of his two closest homeboys when you FaceTimed…fresh out the shower, wrapped in a towel and looking good as fuck! The thoughts that ran through his head were not ones that he should have around other people. He had to all but restrain himself from getting hard right there in that locker room. And you didn’t make matters worse when he got to his car and you had sent him nudes. “I’m at practice right now, mama, I gotta call you back.” Videos of you playing with that pretty pussy, telling him to come stretch you out instead. Taunting him with mentions of being too tired to handle you. Watching cream drip all down those fingers..and the sound of wetness while that sexy voice moaned his name and called him daddy? You had to pay for that! So he cleared up any confusion when he stopped by your apartment, keys still in hand when you strutted out in nothing more than an anklet, white painted toes and a bonnet. Dropping to your knees to devour his dick where he stood. Spitting, slurping and sucking him off as if you lacked a gag reflex. He couldn’t believe how nasty you got for him..it was treatment he could get used to! Which in turn, swiftly got you hoisted up in the air and fucked into oblivion, right there in that living room. Only now, he was getting his lick back for your earlier commentary.

“You so deep in this fucking pussy, daddy…I—I’m sorrryyy.”

attempting to tap at his abs and push him away.. to which he’d only laugh, slapping it out of the way with minimal force because you were so depleted. He’d slow down his thrusts just a tad because maybe he had been fucking your shit up. But you weren’t done yet, he was sure and neither was he. You were going to eat your words. Slowly circling that clit with his thumb pad, he’d coo to you with the other palm on your cheek, finally releasing the grip on your legs..

“Yeah? You’re sorry? Afraid I can’t accept that, pretty girl…imma need you to come for me at least two more times before I can forgive you..”

it was in that moment that you realized what type of demon you were truly messing with! Leaning down, he’d spit into your slippery folds and keep pumping that cock in and out. “Oh my God, I can’t stand youuuu..shit!” Laughing as you glared up at one another, laughing and enjoying the moment. But you weren’t getting let off of the hook so easily!

“And move that hand, you’re not slick..you’re getting all this dick. Show me you can handle it.”

[no1deepspacehater]

NSFW ABC's - Xavier !

A/N: Zayne is up next for this one! Minors look away ofc! Also some minor spoilers in letters E and K

Enjoy!

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Mostly, he’s so ready to sleep, but if that doesn’t fit your needs, he stays up for you. Need a shower? He’ll help you wash up. Something to eat? He’s not the best cook but cereal after sex always hits the spot anyways.

His most preferred aftercare is after a cold shower, you both just cuddle each other to sleep. You’re his favourite teddy bear to hold.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

For him, his arms. Strong and buff from years, and I mean years, of sword practicing. Upper body strength of the Gods, perfect for holding you up with he fucks you against the wall, or just caging you in while you ride him. Grip his arms in any position and he’s beaming.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Moderate amount when he cums BUT he leaks. One stroke and his dick is wet. Prefers to cum inside/with a condom just because it gets sticky and messy, but is SO more than down if you want him to cum anywhere else.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

While masturbating has accidentally came on one of the plushies you gave him. He fell asleep right after and it left a stain he couldn’t wash out. Said plushie is now hidden away where you’ll never find it, and when you ask him about it he always says he lost it.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

SPOILERS FOR HIS LORE!

Ok so here’s my headcanons, he’s either:

Has NEVER had sex because, well, he only wants you. Probably doesn’t watch porn for the same reason. Most knowledge he’s have is conversations with close friends but no hands on work.

HAS had sex before, but with previous lifetimes/timelines of you. Kinda more fun to work with this one because, he’d know all your sensitive spots, even ones you don’t know about. He’d now just how to rile you up and have you seeing literal stars.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

When he has energy or is in that type of mood: variations of missionary, I feel like he’d be into wall sex.

Other than that, as long as your on top of him and he could see your face, he’s happy. Sometimes he’ll let you do your thing while he’s being a little pillow princess, othertimes he’s the one in absolute control even though you’re above him.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Always light giggles here and there because you both are being so cute. Sometimes though he’s not serious but he gets in this focused/locked in type of mode when you both are having particularly passionate sex.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

HEAR ME OUT HERE!! Rarely clean shaven just because he’d literally rather sleep. It’s not a jungle, but definitely had to start keeping it lower when you both do start to get intimate. I’d say once a week at least, once every two weeks at least. Now listen closely, he’s got a happy trail, nobody argue with me. His hair down there is a bit darker/browner than his actual hair, but it’s still pretty light that if you look too fast you’ll miss it.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

He’s a sappy little alien boy. Always showering you with praises so most of the time you’re a smiling blushing mess, which makes him smile as well. Even when he’s being dominant he’s calling you cute little pet names, anddd he’s got that smug little snark that’s just waiting for you to challenge him so he could show you who really is the most powerful here.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Doesn’t really do it much because sleep >> anything else. When he does have to release some pent up energy he generally just does it to get it out of the way and falls back asleep. Sometimes falls asleep dick in hand mid stroke.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

I feel like he would be into roleplay. It’d take him a while to bring it up, but once he does it kinda helps him to actually express his emotions more in a way? But having you dress up as different things turns him on as well (the maid outfit is not surviving the night).

Also hear me out on this I feel like he’d have a pregnancy kink. (SPOILER: Something about you both living long enough to have a family) You’d just look sexy with a belly to him.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

His or your place, where you can really let go. As for specifics:

The bed, the kitchen counter, the bathroom, the couch, to the windowww to the wall. As long as your both comfortable, he’s so down to screw you anywhere.

But thats not to say you both haven’t gotten... freakaayyy in the staff room closet at work once or twice... or five times.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Though he can just hear your name and he’s turned on, he particularly likes when you sass him back or give a little attitude. It’s like a declaration of sexual war between you two and he’s adamant that he wins.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Won’t bruise you too hard or hurt you in a serious way (like blood and stuff). He can’t, he just can’t. Hard choking as well is uncomfortable for him.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Lives for eating you out/giving head. Even if he’s too tired for penetration he’s got more than enough energy for you to sit on his face and just let him go wild. Or literally he’ll get on his knees and just keep going harder everytime you tug his hair when he’s hitting a sweet spot. Will literally overstimulate you every time because he’s just having so much fun.

As for receiving, he doesn’t ask for it much but would neverrr decline. He twitches so much and constantly has to hold himself back from bucking his hips up and shoving his dick down your throat. Hearing you swallow all of his cum makes him literally orgasm a second time.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Fast, no, rarely. Slow, sensual, rough in an almost primal like way but still soft? Yes! He needs to feel every bit of you, and make sure you’re feeling every bit of him.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Appreciative of a good quickie. Though he’s more qeen on having ample time to do with you what he wants, there has been situations where he’s had to pull you to an empty room and set a new world record for the both of you. Sometimes the both of you are at home doing the nasty when you get called to a mission, and then suddenly it’s a race for time lol.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

If it’s for you, he’ll try anything (within reason). He is a risk taker as well, because really to him it’s not a risk if he’s going to succeed anyway. Just has to make sure he’s thought of every outcome and weighed out the pros vs cons, which he can decide very quickly when you’re looking at him like that.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Depends on how much time between the rounds. After round one, let him take a quick nap and he’s back on it like white on rice. Anything more than that will require a full day of sleeping with cuddles with you.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

I feel like personally he never bothered with toys, but would not be opposed to use one on you. It’s like having another way to satisfy you (and tease you endlessly). He likes to feel your touch rather than a toy but he’s okay with anything you want mostly.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He’s such a switch, honestly. One day he’s begging for you and the next he’s making YOU beg until you literally can’t handle it.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

This man is a moaner and whimperer. He tries to hold it back mostly so it’s a lot of hot whimpering and mumbling at first but keep riling him up he’ll get louder. Says your name like a prayer always.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

 Turns your plushies around before you guys have sex, all of them. He says he doesn’t want to taint their innocence.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Thick in diameter, average sized in length. Definitely a shower but it’s pretty like him in every way anyway. Has one (1) prominent vein that hits just right. Colour just slightly darker than his skin colour (he’s pretty pale so) but tip is a light pink (#E6C5AD, if you will). Turns more red as he’s about to cum/is stroking or whatever. Yes I have thought a lot about this.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Having to wait lifetimes for your lover can leave you pretty wanting at times. That being said Xavier doesn’t really indulge in himself too often, and he’s quite the sleeper so in general it’s pretty low. But it can lead to some fun times where he’s just teasing you forever.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Like a LIGHT. After proper aftercare he is ready for the nap of his life.

[twignotstick]

Broken Brothers (and How to Fix Them)

Part 3 💜 | Part 1 <- 🧡 | Part 2 <- 💙

Note: This story is based on @cupcakeslushie 's Empyrean Weeping au. These characters are not my own, and this story is in no way canon to the main story. I wrote this as my love letter to the story and the characters. Especially April :)

Tags: Rise of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, ROTTMNT, Donnie & April, April & the Turtles, NOT MY CHARACTERS, Empyrean Weeping AU, recovery (hehehehehe), talking it out because we're adults, skating, social avoidance? idk how to tag that

Warnings (if there's anything I should add here, tell me please!): yelling, some violent actions

Words: 2,065

Summary: April was able to figure out her first brother easily. Now, she gets three more, with a couple more issues to worry about.

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One brother was already a lot. He was sweet, if a little violent. April was content with one brother.

Then she found out he had two more. Lost in their youth, taken away, never to be seen again. Suddenly, one wasn't enough. April wanted three brothers.

So she got them. One by one, she welcomed her new brothers into their home. She helped them feel safe and welcomed. And, in turn, they helped her learn her place as a big sister.

Now, four? Four whole brothers? That was pushing it.

Donnie was a wild card. Some days, he'd bounce around madly, blabbering about whatever “improvements” he'd made in the lair (always putting Splinter on edge, yet he could never find any problems with whatever Donnie did, probably because his brothers did damage control before he could catch it). Other days, he'd literally hiss at April until she left. Not just left the lair; left the sewers.

This day was supposed to be one of those days. Donnie was visibly shaking with all the pent up energy in him. The brothers had apparently had an “intervention” with Donnie after the previous night, when he had almost broken a major support beam in the lair just so he could collapse it on April. Now, he wasn't allowed to show violence to April in any form for a whole week. In exchange, he'd be allowed to take a single blood sample from each of his brothers, which was the weirdest trade April had ever heard. But Donnie really wanted it.

And boy, was it hard for him.

“Did you see that?! Did you see? I totally landed that one!” Mikey yelped, shaking on his skateboard.

“Good job, big man.” Raph stepped up beside him, lightly touching Mikey's shoulder and making his eyes widen as he tried to maintain his balance.

Mikey had been wanting to practice his skate tricks, and Raph wanted to make sure he did it in a safe environment. The skate ramp in the lair was perfect. Even if they were just practicing kickflips at the bottom, it was safe and contributed to good vibes.

While Raph and Mikey stood at the bottom, April, Leo, and Donnie sat at the top with their legs dangling beneath them. Well, April and Leo's legs were dangling. Donnie was perched up like a frog, knees thrown out to the sides and his hands curled on the edge of the ramp. Leo, of course, was between him and his self proclaimed mortal enemy, absorbing as much murderous intent as he could. It was a lot, to put it nicely.

“Do you think he'll ever actually get to use the ramp?” Leo asked, enjoying the spectacle of his youngest brother getting properly babied by his oldest.

“Four is definitely tough enough to survive a fall from this height,” Donnie responded cheerily. “His shell is the best of all of us. A human, on the other hand, would likely get severely injured if they were to be shoved off the edge.” His face grew the slightest grin at the imaginary violence.

“Watch the language.” Leo raised a brow to Donnie. “And it's Mikey, remember? Not Four.”

“R-right!” Donnie stammered, patting his hands on the side of the ramp. “Four is Mikey.”

“No, Mikey is Mikey. His name isn't Four, and it never was. Just like my name isn't Two, Raph's name isn't One, and your name isn't Three. You're our brother. Donatello.”

Leo was getting slightly agitated, and Donnie- or maybe Three- was starting to fidget and rock back and forth. It was clear that Leo wanted Donnie to just give up all this number talk and act like their childhoods hadn't happened. But that was just an impossible task. April could tell that this situation would be quick to spiral.

“Hey, uh, Leo?” April asked, getting his attention.

“Yes?”

“Betcha can't do an ollie.”

Leo turned fully to face April. “A what?”

“I-it's a skateboard trick…” Donnie said, causing Leo's attention to whip around again. “F- Mikey showed me a couple days ago.”

“Oh.” Leo's brow ridges tightened as he whipped back to face April. “You think I can't pull some stupid skate trick? You are so on.” Leo slid down the ramp, using his carapace like a sled. “Mikey! Give me your board!”

Donnie watched him slide down with wide eyes. “Has he… ever skated before?” He asked, mildly concerned.

“Nope. Never even touched a board.” April smirked. “He's gonna be stuck down there for at least an hour.” She looked over at Donnie, who was gazing down at his brothers with a lost glaze over his eyes.

“You wanna go join them, Donnie?”

The softshell's neck popped as he snapped to glare at April. The murderous intent that had been building suddenly channeled into his face, and he growled before standing up and stomping away swiftly toward his recently decorated room.

April glanced down at the three brothers having fun, then pushed herself up to follow the one who wasn't.

“Wait, Donnie! What's wrong? I-”

“Stop.” The turtle hissed, not turning around to face her.

“Stop? Donnie, what did I-”

“I SAID STOP IT! STOP CALLING ME THAT!” He pressed the heels of his hands into the sides of his head.

“What do you mean? Just tell me what's-”

The turtle turned on his heel in the doorframe. “JUST LEAVE ME ALONE! I don't know how to put it in a way your STUPID HUMAN BRAIN WILL UNDERSTAND!” His face morphed into a manic grin. “Goodbye! So long! Sayonara! Toodaloo! GET OUT OF MY FACE!”

The door slammed shut, and April was left breathless.

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April came back the next day to a much quieter lair. The boys were keeping space from each other, whether consciously or not. Raph was wandering around, trying to act like everything was okay. Leo was training in the dojo. Mikey was spending more time around Splinter than he usually did.

The final brother was still locked in his room.

April decided to join Mikey to bring him his second meal of the day. The first one, a small plate of rice, was still outside the door, now cold and dry.

Mikey knocked lightly, barely tapping the door with his knuckles. “Donnie?” He whispered. “I've got more food for you. It's your favorite- flavorless mush! I tested it myself, no taste at all. I promise!”

The offer was met with silence.

Mikey sighed and let his shoulders slump, backing away from the door. “I just don't get it,” he muttered pathetically. “He hasn't even come out to pee, April. Do you think he's just peeing in a cup? Or a corner? Does Donnie have a pee corner that we don't know about?”

“Mikey, it's okay.” April grabbed his shoulder. “First of all, yes, he probably does, and that just means we get to bond over cleaning his room when this is over. Second, you shouldn't have to worry about this.”

“I'm so sorry, April.” Mikey looked down to his feet. “I don't know why he hates you so much. Maybe if we hadn't-”

“Don't apologize,” April interrupted. “If anyone needs to apologize, it's me.”

Mikey looked back up at his big sister with wide eyes. “Why?”

She sighed. “Because I did something wrong.” April took the food from Mikey's hands. “I'll get him to eat. I'll text you if things go super wrong, but otherwise, ignore any loud noises. I have a feeling this might get… violent.”

Mikey puffed his chest. “Roger, roger!” He saluted and rushed down the hall, supposedly to find Raph and warn him of April's plan before he could start panicking.

April stood next to the door. “Hey, bud,” she started. “It's April. I've got your food, and I'm not gonna leave until you let me in to give it to you.”

After about two minutes of just standing there and getting no response, April sat down. She would say something every few minutes, just to remind him she was still there.

48 minutes later, the lock clicked.

April opened the door slowly. Glancing around the room, she could see the state of disarray it was in. Clothes carpeted the floor, as well as abandoned scrap projects. The turtle was cloaked beneath blankets on his bed, only his bright eyes glaring out at the invader.

She left the door open and stood to the side, getting just close enough. She didn't want him to feel threatened or trapped. She placed the (well cold by now) food next to the growling blanket pile and backed away. Waiting a second, just until he proved he would actually start eating, she spoke.

“Why don't you want me to call you Donnie?”

The pile shifted. “You just… you just can't.”

“Why not?”

“...because Splinter gave me that name. It's my name as his son. As Raph, Leo, and Mikey's brother. Not yours.”

April was about to pose a question, but the softshell suddenly sat up and started showing his anger. In the action, he also revealed the red marks growing on his arms from squeezing them.

“Because I don't care how much time you spend around us. I don't care how much One likes you, or how much Four draws you, or how much stupid stuff you watch with Two! You aren't related to me. It's scientifically impossible. We don't share any genetic material. You aren't my brother!”

With frazzled eyes, he turned and grabbed April's collar, bringing the two face to face.

“And you are most definitely not my sister.”

He shoved April away and sulked back in his den. The girl decided to take the violent outburst as an invitation to get closer, and sat on the edge of the bed.

“...that's okay.”

She only got a sniff in response.

“I don't need to be your sister. Or your brother. All I want is to be your friend. And if that means I call you something else, that's okay. Just tell me what you want me to call you, and I'll do it. Maybe I can call you Purple like Splints has been. Or I'll call you Three, if you really want me to.”

The turtle, Donnie to some, showed his face, keeping the blankets wrapped around his shoulders. His fingers were digging into his upper arms.

“And I know you might not like me, but I'm not going anywhere. Your brothers like me, and they'll be upset if I go away.” When she saw the softshell's grip tighten, she quickly added, “And I know that if they had to choose, they'd pick you. But they don't have to. They don't want to.”

The turtle stared aimlessly in front of him. “...I don't… I…”

“I can just not call you anything if you can't decide. Y'know, just call you ‘dude’ and stuff.”

His shoulders lifted higher, touching the sides of his chin. “That… that works…”

April smiled wide. “Great.”

The two sat there, just accepting each other's company. Donnie's tight posture slowly loosened, and April focused on making sure his breathing was even.

This poor boy had never known true family. He had never known learning to trust people and taking them in. He had never been taken in. This concept, choosing family, was so foreign. Because to him, family wasn't something you could choose.

April would never allow that. Never again.

“...sooo, do you have a pee corner?”

“What?!”

April held her hands up defensively. “Mikey said you haven't come out to pee! I just wanted to know if you had a pee corner!”

“No?! Why would you automatically assume I have a pee corner?”

“Because you haven't come out of your room to pee! What, do you have a pee cup instead?!”

“No!”

“Then what have you been doing?!”

Donnie pointed to a spot in the room, and April looked over to see a very D.I.Y. toilet, made of scrap metal welded together. (She could recall that Donnie's welding materials had been taken from him weeks ago.) “I hooked it up to go straight into the tunnels,” Donnie boasted proudly. “I even dug the holes myself! Digged? Dug.”

“...yeeeah, we're getting rid of that,” April grimaced.

“WHAT?! WHY?!”

“YOU KNOW VERY WELL WHY.”

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[In time, Donnie would let April call him by his name. And, in time, he would learn that his name was his, and his alone.]

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And that's it! Totally! April has started on her long journey to fixing all of her broken brothers! She has NO OTHER BROTHERS THAT HAVE ISSUES, why would you ever think that 🟥🐢

This part gave me quite a few problems. Knowing that the "Maps" comic is probably going to explore April and Donnie's relationship, I was a little scared about making assumptions. Also, you don't realize how difficult it is to write someone who isn't all there until you're actually trying to do it. Eventually I just said "screw it, if he's out of character, its fine". So now we're here :)

ALso, no one tells you how motivating and powerful the high you get when someone you look up to praises your work is, I thought this would take me WAY LONGER to finish 🤡

aanyway, congrats to all the tmnt au comp winners, again. Can't wait to see who moves on from here :D

Part 4 -> ❤️

[undeadcannibal]

Alejandro X Fem reader please? Where Alejandro comes home after a mission and his wife just jumps his bones lmao

*cough* anywhay-

Summary: Alejandro comes home and his SO/Reader pounces on him.

Genre: Ficlet, request(s) Characters featured: Alejandro Vargas

Warnings: Mention(s) of mature material Word count: 787

A/N: *dying inside because I wanted to make this longer but... just couldn’t finish it* Anyway, I hope you enjoy, Anon. I’m sorry my brain couldn’t finish this one no matter how much I tried. XP  ( Gif credit: xxx )

Alejandro couldn't get home any sooner…

Usually, you were always eager to see him but this time, your need for him felt physical as well. It was as if your body yearned for him just as much as your heart did.

Grunting to yourself, you flopped over the arm of your couch from the side. Allowing yourself to fall back onto the cushions in a dramatic and lazy manner. Tilting your head back, you glanced at the clock from an upside down position, doing your best to guesstimate the time he'd be coming home.

Every time he let you know whenever he was coming home, you understood it was an estimation, never an exact arrival time. Yet, that didn't stop you from practically waiting at the door for him like some sort of lovesick puppy.

Much like now. It almost felt like you were counting down the very seconds till he came home.

Time always did drag on slower the more excited you were…

Sighing softly, you stretched your muscles on the couch. Spreading out across the length of the cushions when you heard the sound of a vehicle door closing outside.

Almost immediately you were suddenly bursting with energy, springing forth to sit up on the couch just in time to see the door knob unlocking and turning. Just as the front door was creaking open, you were pushing yourself off the couch and over towards it. A giddy smile on your face the moment your eyes took in the sight of Alejandro.

Despite being exhausted and no doubt ready to collapse into the nearest soft surface, Alejandro never denied you the opportunity to welcome him home however you wanted.

This time, you threw yourself into his open arms and immediately wrapped your own around him. Squeezing him tightly to you, in a totally not weird and clingy way, you wished you could melt into him. You'd whined before he needed to invest in a larger set of clothes just so you could slip beneath them, just to be skin-to-skin together. It didn't even have to be in a sexual manner. Really, you just adored him with your entire being and couldn't find the right words to express it to him. None of them came close to how you felt for him…

Alejandro grinned, returning your enthusiastic hug with a tight, lifting hug of his own. Raising you off the floor as he nuzzled his face against the top of your head. The two of you spent what felt like far too long and far too little time in each other's embrace. Enjoying the other's presence now that you were back together once more.

"Mm, Alejandro…" You murmured into the skin of his neck, delighting in the small shiver you received from him afterward.

"Si, mi vida?"

Leaning back just enough so he could glance down at you, Alejandro smirked as he watched your teeth worry your bottom lip. The man knew that look of yours all too well. You definitely had something in mind for his arrival home.

"It's nothing serious, hon." You reassured him whilst also dipping your head down so you could begin to place soft, fleeting kisses just beneath his jawline and at the top of his throat. "You know how I get when you're away for too long."

"Pent up?" Alejandro teased, only to laugh shortly after you responded by smacking your hand against his chest.

"Well..." Trailing off into silence, you couldn't exactly deny his claim. You missed everything about him in every way, that included those more intimate and carnal urges too.

Glancing up at him with lidded eyes you nodded your head in agreement. "Alright, you got me. I've missed you so much, babe. Let me show you just how much, yeah?"

Alejandro's dark eyes traveled over your form, drinking the sight of you in like a predator did their prey just before they sank their teeth into their vulnerable flesh. As tempting as it was to give in - bare your neck for him - and allow him to sink his fangs in and take you apart however he saw fit, you weren't in the mood for that. Not now. Now, you wanted to show him just how much you'd ached for him. Leading him back towards the couch you were laying on by tugging on one of the straps from his outfit.

Once you had him close enough to the cushions, you led him around till the back of his calves were brushing against them. Right before you flattened your palms against his chest and pushed him back down to sit on the couch.

"Saddle up, Vaquero. I plan on riding you till neither of us can think straight~"

[imzadi-caskett-huddy]

It Started With a Kiss (6/?)

Thanks to everyone for reading and for those who left comments on the last chapter!

One thing I want to make clear that I’m not sure some of you get–I do NOT necessarily personally believe that Castle is solely responsible for the catastrophe that was the Hamptons Memorial Day invitation disaster at the end of season 2. My personal feelings are one thing, but when I’m writing, I’m channeling the character’s feelings. And in that moment after emptying 2 bottles of wine with Lanie, Beckett’s filter was gone and she was feeling frustrated and emotional…so yeah, she had that line about if Gina hadn’t shown up, there wouldn’t have been Josh. So no, that was not me personally blaming Castle for the disaster of the season 2 finale…or even Beckett completely blaming him. That was one line from a romantically frustrated woman who had a lot of wine. All that to say…just because a character says it in my story does not necessarily mean it is my own personal belief. I am writing that character.

Now, this chapter is based around the episode “Law and Murder,” which aired March 28…so in the timeline, it is within a week of the last chapter.

I still do not own Castle…

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Thankfully Kate had the day off after her night of wine and conversation with Lanie. She wasn’t hung over from the alcohol…no, it took more than a couple bottles of wine split between her and her best friend to give Kate Beckett a hangover…but she was definitely emotionally hung over. She couldn’t help but contemplate how and when her personal life had started to read more and more like a storyline from Temptation Lane. Groaning, she pulled her pillow over her face.

After a few minutes, she pushed herself out of bed. She needed to move, to do…something. It was the perfect opportunity to practice some yoga. Not only would that give her body an outlet to get rid of her pent-up restlessness, but it would help her mind refocus and recenter as well. Hopefully, after an hour or more of yoga and some meditation, her mind would be much more clear and her body would have expended enough energy that she didn’t feel the need to pace her apartment like a caged tiger.

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“Oh Richard…you actually said ‘Pick me. Choose me. Love me?’” Martha asked her son as he sat slouched over his desk with his head in his hands.

“She’d just made a statement about wanting a man to be there for her…she was on the outs with her boyfriend. I wanted to shoot my shot by being…I don’t know, poetic or romantic or something. What was I supposed to say?”

Martha shook her head. “Well you could have at least come up with your own original speech instead of going all Grey’s Anatomy on the poor girl.”

“What? I didn’t go Grey’s Anatomy on Beckett.”

“Richard, please. You stole Meredith Grey’s speech to Dr. McDreamy when they were in that salacious love triangle with his wife…who, by the way, is also a gorgeous redhead,” she chuckled.

Castle was silent for a minute and sighed, scrubbing his face with his hands. “God, she’s got me plagiarising from a TV show!” He leaned his head against the back of his chair and dropped his hands helplessly at his sides. “It doesn’t matter…she walked away with Motorcycle Boy almost a month ago. Obviously, she picked him.”

“Are you sure she picked him?” Martha asked her son.

Castle just looked at his mother like she’d grown another head. “Of course I’m sure. It was obvious from the way she walked off with him with her arm around him that she chose him. Why would you ask me that?”

“Just…hear me out, kiddo. Because it seems to me that you’re making assumptions instead of getting the facts. You sprung your little speech on her in the middle of a case…a serious case. And ending a relationship with someone you care about isn’t as simple as just looking at the other person and saying it’s over; Katherine hardly had time to do so during the case you two were working, and it’s not like she could end it in the precinct when he showed up. Those things should be done in private, and you didn’t give her a chance to end it before you started assuming she’d made her choice,” she pointed out.

“It’s been almost a month. If she ended it with him, why hasn’t she said anything?” Castle countered.

“It amazes me that you can be so clueless when it comes to a woman you are supposedly completely infatuated with. Really, Richard,” Martha shook her head. “Katherine values her privacy. She’s hardly going to broadcast her personal life around at work. She’s also not the type of woman to end a serious relationship and jump right into the waiting arms of another man, no matter how she may feel about him.” Seeing Castle about to say something, she held up a hand to stop him. “She obviously cared about this motorcycle man to have stayed in a relationship with him as long as she did. Assuming she did end the relationship to be with you, it’s still going to take her time to process things.”

“What your point, Mother?”

She reached out and gently patted his forearm. “My point is that you have no idea what she has decided to do unless you talk to her. You have to give her a chance to tell you what she decided before you start assuming anything.”

Castle sighed. “What if she says she picked him?”

Martha gave him a sympathetic smile. “Then you’re going to have to get over her, kiddo.”

“There is no getting over her. I don’t know how to get over her. She's in my veins...I can't get her out. I’ve tried, believe me. Last summer when she was with Demming…I tried to get over her, cold turkey, in the Hamptons with Gina. I’ve tried to distance myself…I just...nothing has worked.”

“If you won't walk away, then I’m afraid you’re just going to have to wait her out and hope for the best,” she advised him.

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The McUsic case had taken up most of her time over the next week, and Kate was relieved that Castle seemed to be acting normal…or at least normal for Castle…again. They seemed to have slipped back into their old roles with their old banter…they were once again Castle and Beckett. He’d even confided in her about his worry over Alexis lying to him as well as their argument when Alexis figured out he had tracked her phone…which Kate had to admit, Alexis had a point. So when the Captain had bid them goodnight, she’d given Castle a smile.

“I’m gonna get out of here…Forbidden Planet is playing at the Angelica,” she told him.

Castle did his best to hide his surprise that she was a fan of the very movie he was planning to see himself. “Date night with Josh?” he asked, trying to be casual with the question. His mother had suggested he ask if she’d made a choice; this was as good a time and way to ask as any, he figured.

Kate paused slightly at his question. She knew she had to tell him about Josh; that much she’d decided the week prior over wine with Lanie. But she wasn’t completely comfortable having the conversation in the middle of the precinct bullpen where anyone might overhear. “Um…no,” she stated, grabbing her coat and purse. “You want to come with me?” she offered, doing her best to mitigate the hopefulness in her tone.

He was trying to figure out what it meant…or didn’t mean…that she told him she didn’t have plans with Josh. She hadn’t said that she’d ended things with Josh, but he remembered his mother’s words about how Kate was private and wouldn’t necessarily tell him about her personal life at work. She’d urged him to give Kate an opportunity to talk to him; maybe this was it. “Forbidden Planet…is that the one with the robot?” he asked. Maybe if he played it like he didn’t know the movie, accepting her invitation wouldn’t make him feel so desperate.

She stopped in her tracks. “You’ve never seen Forbidden Planet?”

He shrugged, continuing to play it nonchalantly. “More of a Star Wars, Matrix man myself.

“Oh my gosh, Castle. This is the movie that inspired those two. That’s it, I’m taking you. My treat. I won’t take no for an answer,” she insisted, starting for the elevator.

“Oh no, no. I have plans…” he protested.

She shook her head as she continued toward the elevator. “Nope. Not anymore. We’re going to the movies.” He smiled slightly as he followed her to the elevator. “Oh, Castle, you’re going to love this. This is Leslie Neilsen before he became a comic genius,” she continued as the elevator doors closed

“Really?” he asked.

“Yeah,” she looked over at him with a smile. She was silent for a moment. They were alone now…no one could overhear them. “I…there is no Josh, not anymore. We…I…broke up with him…” she said quietly, looking straight ahead as she delivered the news.

Castle’s eyes widened. “There’s…I mean…you…uh…you broke up…with him?” he stammered over his words. She said she had broken up with him. That meant it wasn’t a mutual breakup, that she had been the one to end things.

“Yes,” she answered, keeping her eyes glued to the elevator doors in front of her.

“Oh…” he nodded. So what did that mean? Did that mean she picked him? Did that mean she was ready for a relationship with him? Did that mean she ended things with Josh but wasn’t going to be with him either? A million thoughts flooded through his head, his overactive writer’s imagination coming up with both good and bad scenarios. Then he heard his mother’s voice again telling him she may need some time, to stop making assumptions and to talk to her. “Can I have candy and popcorn?” he finally asked as the elevator doors opened.

She smiled because once again, that was so him to ask that question. Everything was okay between them. “Yes,” she agreed as they exited the elevator to head for the doors of the precinct

“Can we stop at Remy’s for burgers after?” he asked, a grin tugging at the corners of his lips. She’d broken up with Josh. She was single. He had a chance. He hadn’t felt this free or happy in months.

She rolled her eyes at the question, but she couldn’t hide the slightest hint of a smile as they headed outside. “We’ll see.”

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It became clear not even five minutes into the movie that Castle had absolutely gotten one over on her when he’d told her he’d never seen the movie as he seemingly couldn’t help himself but speak the words along with the characters. But she didn’t care; sure, she’d give him hell for it after the movie, but she didn’t care that he’d pulled her leg to get her to insist he go to the movies with her. She actually kind of thought it was…sweet; obviously wanted to go to the movie with her, but probably didn't want to pressure her, so he let her decide how badly she wanted to go with him. And ultimately he was there with her…that was all that mattered.

“So…is that a yes for Remy’s?” Castle asked as they exited the movie theater.

“You just had popcorn. And candy.” To anyone overhearing her, it sounded like she was talking to a child, not a fully grown man.

“That was movie food…you know, a snack,” he shrugged. “I’m talking about dinner. Burgers…those shakes you love…” he added with a smile.

She rolled her eyes, but she was smiling. “Fine. But you’re buying.”

“I thought you said tonight was your treat?” he countered with a smile

“I said I was bringing you to the movie as my treat because I thought you’d never seen it before,” she laughed. “Oh, don’t give me that look. You’ve totally seen the movie multiple times…you knew all the dialogue,” she pointed out.

“Did I?”

She laughed again. “You didn’t even realize you were speaking it, did you?” she tugged her lower lip between her teeth as she shook her head

He chuckled at that. “I guess Remy’s is on me.”

She smiled and lightly nudged his shoulder with hers as they walked down the street. “I would have taken you to see Forbidden Planet even if you hadn’t tricked me, Castle.”

“Yeah?"

“Yeah,” she smiled.

xxxxx

Dinner at Remy’s was pleasant and normal; they bantered as normal; they talked and laughed like normal; she even stole a couple of his fries when hers were gone like normal. The drive back to his loft was silent…but it was a comfortable silence.

“You want to come up? I can open a bottle of wine,” he offered when she pulled up in front of his building. Aside from the information that Josh was no longer part of the picture, they hadn’t really talked about them, or even aknowledged all of the events that had transpired between them since January. Castle didn’t want to push…or assume. But he also wasn’t sure where he stood, where they stood. He wanted to give her...them...an opportunity to talk about things.

She toyed with the idea for a moment, but then she remembered the last time she’d gone to his loft and they’d shared a bottle of wine on Valentine's Day; that was not going to help their situation at all. And though she was now single, she wasn’t sure she was completely ready to be with him. “I'm on call tonight. It's late, and I work early in the morning, so I don’t think that’s a good idea,” she finally answered softly.

“Oh…oh, I just thought…uh…with, you know…um…you might…you know, nevermind,” he shook his head, offering her a reassuring smile.

She stopped him with her hand on his arm when he moved to get out of her car. “Castle…” she started softly. “About what you said before...during the case with the bomb…I…I just…” she struggled over her words. Kate Beckett was not a woman of words, she was a woman of action. But Castle was a writer, a man of words, and she knew she needed to give him some…he deserved that from her. “I don’t want you to think that I don’t…I just need…can you give me a little time?” she finally asked. “I’m on the same page, you’re just…ahead of me. I need a little time to catch up,” she tried to explain.

He followed along with her words, his eyes never leaving hers, and his smile grew slightly the more words she got out. She wanted to be with him, she just needed him to wait a little. That was something he could definitely do. “No surprise there...I am a speed reader,” he smirked. It had the desired effect when she gave a smile and a soft laugh. He gently took her hand before continuing. “I’d wait forever if you asked me to,” he told her seriously.

“I’m not asking you to wait forever,” she promised him with a smile. “Maybe just…a few weeks…” she tugged her lip between her teeth.

He nodded with a smile. “Ok.” He leaned over and kissed her cheek softly. “Until tomorrow, Kate.”

“Hey Castle?” she stopped him once again before he could get out of the car. “Thanks.”

He gave her a genuine smile. “Always.”

xxxxx

I hope you guys liked this one!

I honestly thought I would be able to make it through the last half of season 3 with being able to write a chapter for every episode. However, despite my best efforts, I am going to skip over the next episode, “Slice of Death,” because try as I might there is just NOTHING in there I’m going to be able to really do a chapter around, especially since I’ve got Castle and Beckett in a really good place right now. So the next chapter will be based around “The Dead Pool,” which you all may remember is the Alex Conrad episode. Don’t worry, there is plenty I’ll be able to use for a chapter with that episode!

As always, I love any and all comment you guys have!

[the-iceni-bitch]

Tethered to Another

Kinktober Day I: Breeding Kink

Pairing: drug lord!Thor x fem reader (Vices Assemble)

Words: 1.7k

Summary: Thor isn’t going to let anything keep him from knocking you up.

Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content (unprotected vaginal sex, dirty talk, cream pie), implied violence, SMUT!! 18+ ONLY!!!

A/N: Kicking off Kinktober with a bang! I’m still working on the fic where they make the decision to have kids, but I figured we could get right to the good stuff 😉

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Thor tapped his ring on the desk irritably as he glared at the moron across from him who would not shut the fuck up. Maybe if he had been on time for the meeting he could have put up with this incessant droning, but the jackass was over an hour late. He just wanted to get home to you. Your fertile window had just started, and everyone except this idiot knew that meant he wasn’t supposed to be disturbed for a week while he kept you full of his seed constantly.

“So that’s why I think you should consider moving your operations to my docks.” The fat bastard gave him a grin like he had just made the most convincing argument in the world, and Thor just wanted to slam his face into the desk.

“Let me see if I understand you correctly.” If that dumbass knew anything, he would have recognized the tic in Thor’s jaw and the way his knuckles turned white as he gripped his tumbler of vodka as the warnings they were. “You show up to a meeting you insisted on an hour late, you’re covered in grease from some sort of disgusting food by the smell of you, and you want me to pay you almost twice as much as I’m paying the man who runs the docks we go through now ‘as a favor’?”

“Well…” The smile finally fell from his face when Thor rose to his feet and cracked his neck.

“Shut up.” Thor drew his jacket back on and strode towards the door. “If I didn’t have something extremely important to get to, I’d deal with you myself. But I’ve got an absolutely gorgeous woman to impregnate so… Val!”

“Yeah boss?” She gave him a wicked grin when she popped her head into his office and saw how nervous the fatass looked. “What’s up?”

“This dumbass connected?” Thor nodded when she shook her head at him, straightening his cuffs and trying not to just boot out of there. “Fantastic, get rid of him.”

He ignored the high sounds of protest coming from his office and rushed to the car, his jaw clenched as he yanked the door open and sank into the backseat with just a small nod of his head to Heimdall before the man peeled out. His body was practically vibrating with pent up sexual energy, his cock growing harder by the minute as he thought about fucking you full for the next seven days until it took, the way you’d look underneath him all dewy with sweat and moaning and begging him while you dug your nails into his back.

Fortunately it didn’t take too long for Heimdall to drive him back to the mansion from his office, or he might have burst. The car had barely come to a stop before he was charging out of it and running into the house in a frenzy.

“Kjære?” He needed you, needed to feel you around him like he needed oxygen. “Where are you?”

“In the kitchen.” Fuck, you did not sound happy, the sight of you frowning a little as you sliced up a melon confirming that you were pissed. “You’re late.”

“I know, god I fucking know.” He strode towards you and wrapped his arms around you from behind, ducking low to press apologetic kisses along the curve of your neck. “I’m so sorry, my love. Would it help if I let you know the asshole who made me late is getting worked over by Val right now?”

“A little.” You tried to still look annoyed when he turned you around, but he was almost pouting at you and sliding his hands down your hips and it was impossible to be mad at him. “How are you going to make it up to me?”

“Mmm, I’ve got so many ideas.” He leaned down and gently pressed his lips to yours, smiling a little when you whined and arched your body close to his. “What if I put a baby in you?”

“Just one?” You beamed when he nipped at your lips before he pulled back and slid your dress down your arms until it was pooled on the floor, his gaze growing darker while he stared at you and started to slowly strip off his suit. “Maybe I want three.”

“Well, I’ll give you whatever you want, kjære.” He gripped the back of your neck and smashed his lips to yours once he was naked, dragging you to the floor with him and growling as he laid you down on the cool marble. “Gonna fuck so much cum into you this week we might end up with five.”

“So ambitious.” You smiled against his lips and ran your fingers through his hair, gasping softly when he reached down to cup your cunt. “Feel how much I need you, kjæreste?”

“Mmhm, fuck, you’re so warm, so wet, and all for me.” Thor slid a finger inside you and growled when he felt you start to flutter immediately around him. “You ready for me right now? Thought I was gonna have to sweet talk this pretty pussy to let me in.”

“Been ready all day, daddy.” He started grinding his cock against your pussy and you whined, arching into him and curling your legs around his back when his hands squeezed your hips. “Please.”

“Shh, I know, elskling, goddamn.” Thor ducked to bite your ear as he slowly slid inside you, the feeling of your perfect cunt stretched tight around him almost making him lose his mind. “This sweet pussy is so fucking tiny, you barely even fit my cock in here, look at that.” He gripped your chin and forced you to look down when he bottomed out, kissing your cheek gently when you whimpered at the sight of his dick making your lower stomach bulge. “How you gonna fit my baby in this little thing, kjære?”

There was no way you could answer him since he chose that moment to snap his hips into yours viciously, sobbing softly when he ground against your clit before he started fucking you in earnest. It took a minute or so of him pounding into you to adjust, panting into his mouth and gripping his hair tightly as you shuddered underneath him.

“I can do it, I want it so bad.” You were still dumb but that just meant you were gonna run your mouth even more. “Want your baby, please, wanna make you a daddy. Put a baby in me, need it.”

“Fuck, kjære, I know, wanna give you everything you need, pretty girl.” Thor kept his body pressed right against yours as he kept punching his hips into you, purring when you clenched around him each time. “But you gotta come first, honey, gotta make room for my cum, for my baby. You know the rule, at least two before I fill you up.”

“Mmhm, yeah.” Your eyes rolled back when he kept hitting you so fucking deep, licking your lips mindlessly and rolling your body to meet his when you felt it building. “‘M close.”

You keened when he reached down to rub your clit with his thumb, your eyes fluttering as he cooed softly into your mouth while your pussy clenched hard and gushed all over him. He had to bite the inside of his cheek to keep from blowing his load right then, rubbing your noses together and squeezing your waist as he let out a series of soft growls while you kept spasming for him.

“Good girl, so beautiful, my kjære.” He kissed you gently before sitting up and leaning back on his heels, grabbing your waist with one hand and starting to yank you down on his cock while his other kneaded your breasts. “Gonna look even more beautiful once I knock you up, all swollen and glowing, not gonna be able to keep my hands off you. Now gimme another one, c’mon, need to fill this pussy, want you leaking me nonstop for the next week.

“Yes, kjæreste, please. Unh, want your cum so bad.” You were already so close, sobbing as you let him basically use you like a doll while your body started shaking. “Fuck it so deep in my pussy, knock me up, daddy. Ah… shit!”

The way you screeched when your body arched off the floor as you squirted all over him made him lose it, dropping his hold on your waist and leaning on his hands as he slammed into you like an animal and snarled. You moaned when you felt him throb and swell inside you, gasping when he leaned back down to smash his lips to yours as he started pumping you full of his cum with deep and dirty grinds of his hips. He always got so goddamn feral when he knew there was a chance he actually bred you, biting and sucking all along your jaw and your throat as he growled while he filled you up.

“Fuck, love, don’t think you’re gonna be able to walk once this week is over.” He nuzzled at your cheek and smiled when you gave him a sloppy grin, cupping your chin lovingly as he gazed into your eyes. “We moved like three feet, shit, I had meant to bring you to the couch at least, let’s move you.”

“Oh, no, don’t wanna lose any of you.” You pouted at him and whined when he pulled out before you could stop him. “I’m not supposed to move for a few minutes, did I lose any? Push it back in, your cum belongs inside my tiny pussy.”

“You’re so fucking perfect, my god.” Thor beamed at you as he lifted your hips and set them on his knees, spreading your legs and biting his lip when he shoved the few drops that had leaked out of you back inside and plugged you with his fingers. “Don’t worry, I’ll make sure you get everything you deserve, kjære. But we’re gonna do it in our bed from now on, need to spoil my girl. We’re gonna make a fucking baby this week.”

[drdemonprince]

Any tips for dealing with anger rumination? Of all the ways in which autism complicates my emotional life, this is far and away the hardest part. When someone has wronged me, I obsess about it like it's my job, and I can hold a grudge that will outlast the heat death of the universe. I try to redirect my thoughts away from whatever I'm angry about, but it only works in the short term, and modalities that are supposed to encourage catharsis seem to only make me angrier in the long term. What do I do? This is debilitating.

Are you coping with or currently living in a situation that is fundamentally unjust and upsetting?

I ask because I have noticed that my anger and tendency to hold onto small resentments was far greater when I was in a life situation that was also more unfair and enraging. I displaced a lot of the anger I was feeling about my living situation and stress about money (and the resentment I felt about having a partner who was not contributing to finances) onto every other possible outlet in the world. I'd get into all kinds of online spats, self-sabotage my career by being way too combative against professional decisions I disagreed with, started fights with friends who got under my skin, and quietly hated people in my life whom I found annoying.

This all changed pretty dramatically once I stopped having a partner who in practice was a glorified roommate who didn't pay rent. All the anger I felt about not being loved or appreciated and not having any help handling life's practicalities melted away. I used to struggle with intense anger at other times, too, like when my dad was emotionally and verbally abusing me, and when I felt trapped as a teen in a homophobic high school surrounded by people who didn't understand me.

I think we tend to be a lot more angry and fixated on our anger when we're stuck in an unfair situation we either can't escape, or feel that we can't escape. I'm not sure if this is helpful to you, it may be that you're not in that kind of situation at all, and you might not be able to change it readily, even if you are. But if you can, I'd encourage you to find ways to assertively express some of that anger at it's root cause, if there is one, and if it's safe too. Beyond that, other things that have helped for me have included doing way less work, letting go of stressful commitments, learning to not hang out with people I don't actually like, quitting caffeine, never saying yes to a request I'll only resent having agreed to, working on mindfulness, and getting a lot of exercise. Sometimes a really distracting video game like call of duty or something like that helps offload the pent up energy too.

[fruitless-vain]

Such a weird outing, we went to Michaels which was a first for both of us, stores are still doing Black Friday sales but it’s midday on a Wednesday so yknow not a lot of people are at stores at that time. Still pretty busy though but not too bad

She nailed walking through the doorway and not sniffing the carpet, we did some back and forths along the exterior to get the store smells before entering and that seemed to help her a lot. She took about 30 seconds to just observe the environment and scent the air then clicked right in to work mode. The store was dead quiet which meant that every product falling, machine beeping, and cart clattering was random and startling- after the first two random sounds she realized it was normal and didn’t have any further issues/ losing focus due to clattering sudden sounds.

She was more unfocused than usual today, needed me to cue some leave it’s, pause walking to have her fix her position, and actually cue focus a couple of times. Each time I cued she immediately responded and adjusted as needed so I’m really happy about that, she was just very interested in the environment today. She was seeming a bit exciteable and like she had some pent up energy when we got started to I believe that’s what was making this so hard for her.

The bane of my existence today was a single red floor pom pom, food on the floor? Not an issue. People calling to her? Not an issue. Scented products and potpourris? Easy peasy. A single pom pom on the floor? WHAT IS THAT I GO SEE IT?????

She did great ignoring people, even the one who just reached down to greet her for no apparent reason. But this ONE person she really struggled with????? They were minding their own business and she just had such a hard time disengaging and ignoring them idk what it was with this person but man it was HARD for her.

They were restocking so she got some good practice ignoring things on the floor and in her walkway, sniffed one box then realized what the goal was and ignored the rest, plus got some practice for squeezing in tight spaces when we both can’t fit.

She held some downs while I looked for stuff really well, no issues with things crinkling above her head or me stepping a few steps away (I don’t like going further than that personally, people do dumb shit).

She successfully alerted to a 150hr which I ended up catching on camera (above) and then I did have to sit down while she did some DPT, she did all of that flawlessly.

Finished off with her holding a down while I did the self checkout which I’m super proud of her for bc it was busy, people were zooming by closely, and the worker monitoring the zone would pop by to gather peoples baskets so they popped right next to Yo to ask to take ours and Yoshi maintained her position well unfazed/ uninterested in the person. A little bit of her drifting forwards towards the exit which is a big area we’re working on but she is showing a lot of improvement there.

Just a weird day with a lot of things I wish were better but also? She literally did her job despite being pretty effin distracted today? So I don’t know how mad I can really be about that 😂

Also honestly wondering if maybe she wasn’t That Bad it’s just that my anxiety was high in a new place and PA is new for us so Imposter Syndrome. Realistically it wasn’t that bad I just know it can be better so yknow, we’ll work on making it better and figuring out what went wrong today.

(But also look how stress free and happy n peppy she looks! Love a joyous working lil lady)

[mrsaguapapi]

Ch 1 Ch 2 Ch 3

Chapter 4

Sexual Healing

It's 1:30 pm, 7:30 pm in London, I'm almost ready for my 'date' with my 3-in-1 special. Tonight I wanted to wear something breathtakingly sexy; something that screams fuck me in the car because you can't wait til we're home.

That dream earlier honestly got me so riled up I almost took care of it in the shower but thought I'd save up this pent-up energy for the boys later. I'm wearing a backless mini dress with long flowy sleeves and a low-cut front, as well as a pair of silver heels.

When I say mini, I mean it's well above the knee and the top barely conceals my breasts. This is also the kind of dress where you can't really wear a bra so underneath I'm only wearing a thong. The dress is a thin material covered in iridescent sequins that contrasted well with my dark skin and platinum braids. 

Reference:  

Artwork By Me

While finishing the last touches of my make up I decided I should probably call Shuri to fill her in on the 'Sexy Fish Man' Situation.

"Hello, my witchy friend how are you?"

"Hey, sis! I'm great getting ready for a night out. I actually wanted to talk about something though."

"What's up?" She replies

"So long story short some voices told me to go to a beach in Yucatan and I met your pointy-eared fish friend and I may have invited him to your ceremony. Before you respond, it is only because he may know some info on my past plus as an academic, I would love to pick his brain."

That came out way too fast.

"What pointy-eared fish man, I have no idea who you're talking about" she laughs uncomfortably

"You are a TERRIBLE liar. His name is Namor, ring any bells?"

"How? How could you possibly know him? I just met him myself. You know he was a major pain in my ass I almost killed that man. "

"It's a very long story I will fill you in when I see you but I mostly wanted to give you a heads up. You also have to bring me up to speed on the attempted murder part."

"It'll probably be good for him to be there, gotta keep the peace and all now that I am the 'Queen Panther'" She laughs "Besides this makes me feel better about having to invite the 'White Wolf'"

"Oh god, Bucky is coming?"

"I know yall have a past but he's practically a Wakandan and he was close to my brother. I know it will be awkward but can you do it for me?"

Sighing I say, "Of course, Just don't expect me to do it sober for it"

Shuri laughs "I'm eternally grateful"

"Yea Yea Yea" I laugh. I look at the time, it's 7:50 pm. "Okay, hun I gotta go before I'm late."

"Alrighty have fun on your night out." we exchange goodbyes and hang up.

Okay, do I have everything?

I didn't bother packing a bag other than my purse full of essentials, specifically my birth control; Whatever else I need I'll just borrow from the boys. I did go ahead and pack a bag for Wakanda that I'll just grab it when I pick up Peter. I grab my sling ring and head to the kitchen to leave a note for Peter.

To my Spider Bro- 

I know you said you'll be good for dinner but I went ahead and prepped a lasagna for you in the fridge; all you have to do is pop it in the oven for 45 min. Be safe, Have a good night, and stay out of my weed stash. Love you!

I pin the note to our fridge and text the boys.

On my way, meet you at the ROXY in 5. *kissy face*

And with that, I open a portal and make my way to the Night Club.

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Tonight is pretty packed. I managed to find 2 seats at the bar and saved one for the boys with my purse. They texted a few minutes ago saying they'd be here in a sec. So I go ahead and order them a Rum and Coke while I sipped on some Crown Apple and waited. The music was so loud I could barely think; everyone was talking and dancing, and I couldn't wait to join. It was dimly lit but the little light we had was shining on my dress; kinda made me feel like a disco ball.

Lost in thought I barely noticed the bartender approach me and hand me a drink.

"From the guy at the end of the bar," he says and walks away.

I look over and it's an older man holding up his drink. I politely wave back in thanks and look away praying that would be the end of it. Unfortunately, it was not, he begins to walk toward me.

He stands very close to me and says, "You look very beautiful tonight" he slyly smiles

"Thank you" I reply

He touches my shoulder and swipes some of my hair out of the way, "I've always found black women so sexy"

I shrug away from his touch in disgust, "Okay creep, don't fucking touch me. Just because you buy me a drink doesn't give you a pass to touch me. Also, stop fetishizing black women." I practically hiss.

"Another fucking cock tease I see. "

"Fuck you" I throw the rest of my drink in his face, "How's that for a cock tease?" I laugh

"Fucking bitch!" he raises his hand to hit me. I don't flinch, he will 100% break his hand once he makes contact. He didn't make it that far fortunately for him, my Mr. Knight catches his hand.

"You wanna try that again pal?" It was them and from the voice, it was Marc speaking. He begins to squeeze his hand, this close to breaking it.

The man screams out in pain, "Sorry lady! Won't happen again I swear" he replies half crying.

Marc looks at me for approval to let him go and I nod at him. Marc releases him and the man practically runs away from us.

I look at Marc "Thank you love, but I could have handled it"

"Oh that wasn't for you, I saved that poor man from breaking his hand. You monster." I laugh in pure amusement.

Marc looks so good tonight. He's wearing a simple long sleeve olive green sweater and a pair of black dress pants. His dark curly hair fell so nicely into place and his facial hair was shaved but you could see a little stubble coming out.

Holding my hand out I gesture for him to come closer, "Come here and give me a proper hello" I seductively say.

Marc makes his advance toward me and stands so close to me that I could feel the warmth coming from his body. He holds the side of my face and whispers a little hello before he closes in and kisses me. We started slow and modest; he eventually places his large hand on my lower back and begins to massage it up and down occasionally gripping my ass. 

He pulls away for a sec and begins to speak "You look stunning as ever. I don't know how long we will last before we take you home. Hell, I may bend you over this bar and take you here."

"Believe it or not I do have a good reputation that I'd like to keep, you menace" I hand him his drink "Chug this so we can dance" I smile.

He obliges rather quickly. Once done he slams the glass down on the bar and pulls me behind him. "I'm not much of a dancer. So Steven is going to swap in, okay?"

I shake my head in excitement. Steven may be a sweet awkward bean most of the time, but on the dancefloor, he is a savant. Quite literally a panty dropper.

"Heya Millie! My word you look unreal" It may be dark but I can't tell he's blushing.

He's the sweetest I swear

We make it to the dance floor; he wraps one arm around my waist, and with the other, he takes my hand and begins to lead our dance. He has his leg between mine as we begin to slowly sway our hips. The little friction from this is already driving me wild; I can feel my little heartbeat slowly grow from down below.

"Steven who taught you to slow wind like this?"

"No one, I just watched a lot of Magic Mike. You know, for research"

I laugh "HA Research; well your studies did you some good."

He suddenly dips me and places a hand on my ass. Slowly he moves his hand up to my waist, then to the side of my breast, and lightly squeezes. Steven abruptly pulls me back to him and whispers in my ear.

The Vibe: 

Make It Rain

"I can't wait to peel you out of this little dress of yours." He then pulls me so close to him that I can feel his hard-on through his pants. Just that little contact made me melt.

"We should go" I whisper in his ear.

Steven says nothing but smiles. He pays my tab and we hurriedly make our way outside and begin to walk to the nearest alleyway, so I can make a portal to his place. I take my sling ring out and open one, but before I could walk through, I was interrupted by Steven forcibly pushing me back to a wall. He began to roughly kiss me; it was so intense I could barely breathe but I definitely don't want to stop.

"Millaenyia you look so sexy tonight. I can't wait til we bury ourselves so deep inside you." Never mind, not Steven, this was definitely Jake, he's always been a little rough. The other 2 sometimes worry it's too much but I've always liked to be dominated like this. He takes my hand and puts it on his dick. They were hard as a rock, "See what you do to us?" He then practically tosses me through the portal and follows behind me; fortunately, I land on his bed. I stand and close the portal and toss my sling ring and purse to the floor.

We stand and look at each other for a minute, just taking in the scene. Eventually, I make the first move; This time it's my turn to shove him into the wall. I grab his face to savagely kiss him as I begin to successfully take his shirt off. Frustrated that he couldn't find the zipper on my dress he began to literally tear it off me. He wraps my legs around him and picks me up.

"I hope that wasn't expensive."

"It's served its purpose" I teasingly reply

He lays me on the bed and begins to slowly remove my thong exposing my soaked pussy. Without skipping a beat he drops to his knees, opens my legs, and pulls me to his face. While making eye contact Jake takes my clit to his mouth; slowly but firmly making circles with his tongue.

"Oh fuck, that feels so good." I cry out

Jakes eventually goes wild. My pussy was fueling him; he was licking and sucking every inch of me. It turned him on so much that he unbuckled his pants and began to pump his dick. Every so often he'd let out a soft moan, which drove me absolutely nuts. Jake started to tongue my entrance and suck on my juices, it was like he couldn't get enough of me.

His sheer passion brought me so close to an orgasm already. Jake could feel I was almost there, so he releases his cock and shoves his two fingers in me so abruptly, that I scream out in pain and pleasure. He slightly hooked his fingers and began to move fiercely hitting my g-spot with each pump. Thoroughly enjoying himself, Jake begins to growl into my pussy, and with that my orgasm hits me in waves. It was so overwhelmingly good I could barely breathe.

Jake kisses both my thighs and stands up to wink at me, "Your up Steven."

"Thanks, mate," Steven says. He looks at me "You look so beautiful like that, legs open and out of breath," He then without breaking eye contact licks the 2 fingers that were inside me. "You taste like honey Millie."

Stepping out of his pants he leans over me and gently places a kiss on my forehead," You ready darling?" he asks.

I smile and vigorously shake my head in excitement.

He swiftly flips me over to my stomach and begins to massage my butt. "You have a lovely tight ass" he positions himself over me and begins to slide his dick between my cheeks, slowly moving it up and down. My pussy begins to throb and I can't take it anymore, I want to feel him inside me.

"Please, fuck me, I need you" I plead

"As you wish" Steven shoves himself balls deep inside me. I can't help but moan out from the sudden filling of my pussy. Fiercely gripping my ass he begins a steady pace."Fuck you are so tight." After a while of taking it slow, he then grabs me by the shoulder and takes a handful of my hair, "I'm gonna be a little rough okay?"

I tried to respond with 'okay' but it came out unintelligible.

He chuckles lightly and begins to fuck me like an animal. He was hitting me so deeply that I swear I could feel it in my stomach. With every thrust, his balls would smack my pussy and even that feeling was so good.

"Oh god, oh fuck, don't stop" I felt another orgasm begin to build up.

"Yea you like that? You like being my whore?" He yells

"Oh god yes!" I reply

He roughly pulls my hair which jerks my head up, "Yes What?" he asks

"Yes daddy" I Scream.

Steven begins to smack my ass with every thrust: each time it grew harder and harder. The combination of pleasure and pain was too much and I couldn't hold it anymore. I moan and scream some words I couldn't even understand as my orgasm hit me.

"Fuck you're squeezing our dick so good," Steven says. After coming down from my high he slowly pulls out and helps me roll over. He kisses my chest, "Alright Marc your turn."

He gently moves a braid off of my face, "are you okay?" Marc asks.

I smile and shake my head, "Oh I'm peachy keen" I giggle.

He chuckles a bit and begins to kiss my neck and chest, "God this is what we needed" he begins to suck on my nipple.

I let out a soft moan, and pull his face to mine. "I need you"

He passionately kisses me, exploring my mouth with his tongue; I can still taste myself on him. He's done so much for me tonight It's only fair I return the favor. I flip him over and position myself on top, "Let me take care of you" I beg.

Marc smiles and nods. I grab his dick and slowly lower myself on him, as I watch how he unfolds under me. I began bouncing up and down on his hard cock and enjoying every inch of him. He grabs my ass to help to steady himself as he pumps and meets my thrusts with extra force.

"Fuck baby, you feel so good. I can't take this much longer" he says through his teeth.

"I'm close too; cum with me" I plead

I pick up my pace a bit, watching him enjoy himself was really doing it for me. I lean close to his face and begin to kiss him never slowing my pace. He pulled me closer and began to fuck me harder.

I moan out "Fuck, don't stop, I'm so close"

He began to grunt and growl under me; it was all I needed to reach my climax. My pussy tightened around him so hard that I felt him twitch inside me when he came.

"Fuck" He grunts out

We stay there for a while. Just breathing in each other's faces, coming down from our mutual high. Eventually, I roll off of him, "how was that for a pick me up?" I ask

"Eh needs improvement." He jokes

I smack him with a pillow "I can’t with you" I laugh

[yermes]

Well guys its almost mothers day and after being around internet practitioners I know that some of you have some SERIOUS family issues. And or cannot see your moms this coming mothers day (Im away from mine atm) But thats okay. Ill be your mom today and give you some motherly advice with the deck that my mother gave me (:

So welcome to my Norwegian household there’s tea and chocolate swirl banana bread! (Usually I would make lefse for a baking venture but my parents wouldn’t let my grubby lil whore hands take the lefse press) so we have banana bread.

Pick a meme

Pick a card

Queen of Swords 🕯️

In this deck this card represents a more water aspect of air. The sharp thought of insight, and sitting upon her throne above the storm. While she does represent the chaos of the storm she also represents the cleansing aspect which chaos can bring. While seen as cruel, chaotic, and destructive i argue that these are needed qualities for change and growth. You may be in the eye of the storm now but the wisdom you will gain from this will be useful for the next time you are in a more chaotic shittier storm. (Sorry queen I feel ya a bitch can’t catch a goddamn break.)

Ace of Pents 🍀

Representative of earth and material manifestation. The people huddle close to the card in safety. However, the physical also needs the none physical to manifest. Don’t get to hung up on the material when the nonmaterial is lack luster. However, whenever possible relish in the safety and fulfillment which the physical and the matron can offer.

Seven of Swords 🤡

Wow. If fuck around and find out was in the dictionary your face would be right next to that shit. Basically, you tried however, you didn’t do enough. The seven of swords is a young soldier took the enemies swords but he left a few and his enemies rise to pursue him. Whether you get away or get yeeted is up to you. Roll for speed and charisma and hope you land a 20 😩

Whether you get to spend mothers day with your mom, are away from your mom, have a bad relationship and or not with mom I hope I could give you a little bit of that good motherly vibes today

xxxxxxxxxxxxx

Take a forehead kiss^

Now for a long drawn out lecturey story about my life with an eventual point to really give you that empress matron energy you’re missing.

As a Chaos Magician who has been a terror on the internet for a little less then a decade I look back and see myself being heavily influenced by the people I was around.

(If you’re thinking you’re a chaos magician and all you post is tarot readings?I just refuse to give advice to the same internet that tried to curse the fucking moon okay? Okay.)

And you know what I am still influenced to this day. Not in the same ways obviously. When I first started my lil girlfriend at the time brought me into this kik group chat full of practitioners from different mental well beings (IYKYK) to different walks of life and some of these people are still my best friends to this day. Eventually we moved to discord but there was an issue. One of the bigger personalities of the group straight up didn’t like me. And thats fine. But it always got malicious super fast and eventually they got booted from the group along with a few others. But I notice looking back how I bended and shaped my “Germ” personality online to walk on eggshells around them. Now thankfully I was just shaping my online persona to please them while being myself offline but it taught me a lesson about morality and “isness”. Basically. Nothing is. No I won’t elaborate bc whats the fun in that. But Morality can be extremely empty. After being around all these talented practitioners and becoming one myself I saw that at times “bad” intentioned magic can have positive out comes and “good” intentioned magic can have some extremely awful outcomes. When you do magic and practice need to at times you need to realize that it will always manifest in a very realistic way and realistic isn’t always #livelovelaughlight

So anyways. This asshole tried to curse me and since my “Germsona” was so cataclysmically different than how I am IRL. It couldn’t hurt me. They tried to curse Germ not me and since Germ was so different and so molded to this individual I could walk away without a scratch. Be safe out there kiddos and remember I will always be here to give you awful and cringe advice ❤️

Love Germ

The nana bread 😩

[heartandsoulcomic]

when did Sarafina realize she was colorblind?

Sarafina’s almost complete achromatopsia was discovered when she was about five years old.

It was actually Frisk who first figured it out…

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Frisk walked into the kitchen to make some after school snacks, and was surprised to see Sarafina already sitting at the table, coloring with crayons. The kindergartener usually had too much pent-up energy after class just to sit around, and Frisk would have to corral her from the backyard, giggling and running around her teenage sibling before coming inside to eat.

Sarafina glanced back at Frisk as they walked up to her, but immediately went back to scribbling on the papers set out before her, barely muttering a hello, ears drooping.

Oh dear.

They ruffled the soft fur on Sarafina’s head between her little horns. “Hey Sweetheart, how was your day?”

Sarafina just shrugged, and picked up another crayon.

Okay, try a different approach.

Frisk pulled up a chair. “Can I color with you?”

Another shrug, but a soft “Sure” as well.

Frisk reached for a sheet of paper. “So, what are we working on today --”

They faltered as they saw all the drawings in front of Sarafina. Or rather, the same drawing over and over.

A red house with a brown roof, pink and purple flowers in window beds, sitting on green grass with a blue sky and yellow sun above it. As close as a five-year-old could get to making the same wobbly picture, copy after copy.

“Are you… practicing this drawing?” Frisk frowned. “Your teacher isn’t giving you homework yet, is she?”

A small shake of her head. “No. I just wanna get the colors right.”

Frisk kept their voice light, but it was tinged with concern. “Aw, sweetheart, coloring is for fun. As long as you like it, it’s the right color.”

She sniffled. “B-but I got them wrong. Miss Jenny said.”

Before Frisk could ask why in the world a kindergarten teacher would tell a child they were coloring wrong, Sarafina started crying.

“But it w-wasn’t my fault! We were suposta read the colors on the paper to color the picture right, b-but the other kids tore the labels offa the crayons!”

Sarafina swiped angrily at her tears “I asked for new ones, but Miss Jenny told me to use the same ones as everybody. A-and she got mad after and told me I s-shouldn’t have colored it wrong just ‘cause I didn’t get what I wanted. But I d-didn’t do it on purpose.”

“Hey, hey, it’s alright, I’m sure you didn’t…” Frisk scooped Sarafina into a hug.  “Let’s get our snacks, okay?”

One last sniffle. “Okay.”

Frisk put Sarafina down on the counter, thinking furiously as they pulled carrot sticks and string cheese from the fridge.

The kids had torn the labels off…

“Could you pass me an apple?”

Sarafina wrinkled her nose and poked at the fruit bowl next to her, filled with green granny apples Toriel had just bought. “I can’t eat those, I’m ‘lurgic, remember?”

Frisk smiled and quirked an eyebrow. “Intolerant, not allergic. But I’m not. Apple?”

The little girl made a face, but passed the fruit to them.

Frisk turned the green fruit over in their hands. Carefully they asked, “Sarafina? Sweetheart, what color would you call this?”

Sarafina blinked at them. “Apples are red.”

Frisk held the apple up. “Not green?”

A stubborn frown crossed her face. “Apples are red. My alphabet books said so.”

“I see. What about my shirt?”

“Huh?”

“What color is my shirt?” They pulled at the fabric of the shirt, a blue button-down with red accents on the sleeves and collar.

Sarafina stared, growing visibly upset. “I-I dunno. What color is it supposed to be?”

Frisk let out a slow breath. “Oh, Sweetheart, I think I know what’s going on… we should talk to Mom and Sans about taking you to an optometrist.”

Sarafina’s eyes widened, surprise turning to worry. “Is there something wrong with me?”

“Absolutely not,” Frisk quickly reassured her. “But I think you might see things a little differently than most people. That’s why you were having trouble today. We should probably go to the optometrist to be sure.”

Frisk handed Sarafina a string cheese and picked her up. “And I think we should move you to a different kindergarten class. Your teacher sounds like a butthead.”

“Frisk!” Sarafina giggled “You’re not suposta call people names!”

Frisk grinned at her. “No, you’re not supposed to call people names. If I have significant evidence of someone being a butthead, I’m calling them a butthead.”

Sarafina laughed again. “Nooo, Mama said!”

“Alright, I guess it’s not fair if I can call people names and you can’t.”

Frisk exaggeratedly glanced around.

“Do you want to? Just once?”

Sarafina froze for a moment, then very, very quietly whispered, “Miss Jenny’s a butthead.” And burst into giggles.

Frisk carried the still giggling Sarafina to the living room, sweeping up the identical drawings and tossing them into the trash on the way.

[roseianxiety]

Eros with Roceit, or Pragma with Logince? <3

prompts based on the different types of love

Pragma - committed/practical love

Ship: Logince (romantic)

Content Warning: Swearing

Word Count: 1800+ words

Author's Note: Sorry this isn't the best, I wrote this in a hurry but I hope you like this!

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His eyes were starting to close while he stared at his laptop screen. It was already past midnight but he was still finishing up his thesis, even though he had been working on it nonstop for hours. Logan was starting to have migraines and the pain in his temple only got worse with each passing second. He just wanted to finish his work so he could get a few hours of sleep and then he can finish it. Too caught up with his thesis, he didn't notice his boyfriend had woken up and noticed him still working.

Roman got up and quietly walked towards where Logan was sitting, wrapping an arm around his shoulders and planting a small kiss on the top of his head, "Lo? You're still awake? It's so late, you gotta sleep now." Roman's voice was gentle but firm. His tone was filled with concern as he gently tried to persuade his boyfriend to rest. Logan shook his head in response, "Later. I'm near to finishing this off." He says simply, typing away at the keyboard. Roman sighed at his stubbornness and decided to take matters into his own hands. He pulled Logan from his chair and carried him to their bed despite Logan's complaints.

"No, shush it, starlight. You're tired." Roman said as he placed his boyfriend down on the bed and climbed in beside him. He wrapped his arms around him tightly, placing kisses on his neck as he did so, "Come on Lo, please go to sleep. Sleep is important.".

"But–"

"No buts!" Roman interrupted, "Just sleep, darling. I'll finish your thesis for you, don't worry." Logan smiled fondly at his boyfriend as he hears his words. As much as he hated to admit it, Roman was right about one thing: he was exhausted and needed some time to relax. So, after giving in to his boyfriend and resting his head on Roman's chest, he closed his eyes and drifted to sleep within his partner's embrace.

The next day, he wakes up alone in bed and sighs. He sits up and rubs the sleep out of his eyes before getting up and walking to his desk. Logan opens his laptop and checks on his unfinished thesis document only to find out that it was finished, proofread, and edited. He can't help but smile softly, remembering what Roman had said last night. He finished Logan's thesis... for him. His heart swelled. It was a small gesture yet Logan appreciated it, greatly.

After making some finishing touches on his document, he closes his laptop and heads to the kitchen for breakfast. Logan then finds Roman setting a plateful of food on the counter, oblivious to Logan's presence. When he spots him, he immediately perks up and greets him brightly. "Morning, love! I made breakfast for you~!". He singsongs happily. Logan smiles at him as he sits down on one of the stools at the counter, "Good morning to you too, Roman." Logan replies softly as he took his plate. Roman sat down beside him and grabbed his plate as well.

"Thank you..."

Roman queries, "For what?".

Logan glances over at him, a soft smile playing on his lips, "For finishing my thesis, for everything.". Roman smiles back at him, staring at him lovingly. " Anything for you.".

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Roman pushed open the door of their apartment. God, he was so so frustrated. One of his colleagues at work decided to cause problems for him by assigning him more work than necessary. All of the work he had to do was so damn complicated that it drained all the energy out of his body. At that moment, Roman was feeling like he was going to explode with pent-up frustration.

He waddled to the living room and dropped his bag down before plopping down on the couch, sighing exasperatedly. He heard the footsteps coming from behind him, "Ro, you're home." Logan spoke quietly, "How did work go?". Roman let out a long sigh, " It's tiring, one of my coworkers kept bothering me nonstop. The workload is ridiculous!". He then glanced up at his boyfriend. "Oh and the groceries...".

Groceries...

Shit, the groceries! Roman forgot to buy groceries. "Oh my God, I forgot the groceries!" He exclaims as he sits up on the ground, running his fingers through his hair. "Shit, I'm sorry, Lo." He groans. "I'll go run out to the store real quick and–".

Logan walks over to Roman and places his hand on his shoulder, "It's alright, dear. I understand. I'll do it instead, ok?" Logan replies reassuringly. Roman looks up at him with surprise written all over his face, "Really? You wouldn't mind taking care of the groceries instead? You don't have to.".

"Of course not, my supernova," Logan assures him again. "I want to, anyway." He adds with a soft smile. Roman lets a smile grace his lips as he leans in to kiss his boyfriend sweetly. "Thank you, love." Logan hums contently against Roman's lips as he pulls back, resting his forehead on his. They stayed like that, basking in each other's presence until Logan eventually needed to go out and buy their groceries.

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"Let me carry our little princess, Nightingale," Roman says as he presses a soft kiss on Logan's temple before he takes their baby girl from his hold. Roman cradles her tenderly, kissing her cheek as he does so. She giggles softly in return before yawning and nestling herself comfortably in his arms. "Aww, is our little princess sleepy?" Roman cooed teasingly. She gurgles in reply as she tries to cover her mouth with her chubby little hands. She then stretches her arms to be able to reach Roman's face.

Roman laughs and kisses the tip of her nose, "Yes, yes, you are, aren't you?". He looks at Logan who watches them with a small smile adorning his face.

The two of them exchange loving glances as they continue to stare at their daughter lovingly while he sways her side to side, trying to lull her back to sleep. He turns back to look at Logan who is watching them with a loving expression on his face. "You are a natural with kids, Ro." Logan comments. Roman snickers as he responds, "Yeah, yeah, I know. It's part of my charm." Logan rolls his eyes affectionately as he chuckles at his husband's antics.

"Anyway, don't you have work to attend to, Lo?"

"Hmm, I do. But I want to treasure this moment one more time."

Logan got back from work earlier than usual today. He hangs his coat on the coat hanger and walked to the living room, slightly confused why it was so quiet. He looked around and notices that his husband wasn't around and decides to go upstairs and check if they were there. He peeks inside their bedroom and sees his husband lying on their bed asleep while hugging their also-sleeping daughter, still holding onto her as he slept. Logan couldn't help but smile widely at the scene. He silently goes closer to them and brushes the hair away from both their faces. Logan then leans down and plants a small kiss on each of their foreheads.

"Lo? You're back already?" Roman asks as he stirs awake, his drowsy eyes looking at his lover questionably. Logan nods, smiling fondly at him, "Yes. I've just come from work. How was your day? How's our little lovebug doing?" He replied, stroking their daughter's cheek. She starts to babble in her sleep in response, causing Logan to smile at how cute she was being.

"She's very well-behaved today, so far." Roman chuckles, turning his attention back to their daughter. "Anyway, I gotta put her in her crib so we can eat." He says as he carefully sat up and shifted her into his arms. Logan watched amusedly as his husband bounced their sleeping daughter slightly in an attempt to make sure that she was properly settled in.

Logan queries as he followed after his husband who exited their bedroom and headed to their daughter's nursery room, "You waited for me?". He asked as they entered the room. "Why of course! I want us to eat dinner together." Roman hums, setting their daughter down in her crib. He then turns to Logan and wraps his arms around him, pulling him close to himself.

"Hello there, starry night~" Roman greeted with a wide grin. Logan rolls his eyes playfully as he returns his husband's embrace, wrapping his arm around Roman's neck. "Hello to you too, Mr. Sunshine." Logan hums. Roman nuzzles his nose against Logan's collarbone. "I missed you, love." He whispered. Logan blushed at Roman's remark, burying his face in Roman's hair. "And I missed you as well. Very much.". Roman then pulls away and grabs Logan's hand. "Now come along, let's go eat some dinner. I've made us something special tonight.".

Logan took his empty plate and stood up from his seat and walked towards Roman who glanced up at him skeptically. "Are you done eating?" Logan queries. Roman nodded casually and stood up as well, "Yeah, I'm done. Are you going to clean the dishes? If so, let me help you." He offered, grabbing his plate. Logan smiled warmly at him, "It's alright, I can handle it, Roman.". He says before reaching to take the plate from Roman's hands but the latter shakes his head.

"No no no, let me help you. I insist.". Logan rolled his eyes and gave him a fond smile.

"Alright, fine. You can help."

He acquiesces. Roman beams at Logan before heading into the kitchen. Logan follows suit, placing their plates in the sink. As they were washing their dishes, Roman glanced at his husband who seems quite preoccupied at the moment. A smile forms on his face as he observes his husband. He loved Logan so much, he loved everything about him. His good qualities, his imperfections, his beauty, everything about him. Logan could be the most stubborn person he knew yet he would still end up giving him everything that he wanted and he couldn't wait to spend the rest of his life with him and him only.

"You are staring, Roman. Something in your mind?" Logan asks as he turns around to face Roman. Roman immediately averts his gaze back to the dishes. "Nothing... I'm just thinking how lucky I am to marry a man like you." He whispers before he finally manages to meet Logan's eyes. Logan smiles warmly at him and leans to kiss his lips gently. "As am I, Ro. You're always there when I need you, I'm thankful that I'm blessed with such a wonderful husband as you.". He stated, his eyes shining brightly.

"I love you, my nightingale..."

"I love you too, my supernova."

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Writing Taglist: @cutebisexualmess @extraintrovertedalien (please tell me if you want to be added or removed in the tag list)

[starlitangels]

(Not) The Screams of a Friend

@zozo-01 and I were having a conversation about Blake’s comeuppance so... yeah... this got really long... 4.4k words

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Sweetheart

Waiting for the elevator to take me up to the Investigator floor first thing in the morning, I was half asleep when the door to the Department building was hurled open and someone rushed in. I reached for my magic instinctively, a phasecloak sitting on the tip of my Threads.

The man was average height, about 5′10″ according to the ruler attached to the inside of the doorframe. Dirty blond curls spilled out from under a grey beanie pulled back far on his head. He had on a purple T-shirt and jeans, and there was a frantic look in his eyes.

I waved off an Enforcer and approached the man. He was looking around wildly. “Sir?” I asked. His attention snapped to me. The aura of a Dreamwalker surrounded him. “Are you alright?”

His eyes drifted down and took in my work badge. My name, picture, and Investigator along with my Department Employee ID number.

He looked about ready to collapse with relief. “You’re an investigator. I need your help,” he said.

“What’s your name?”

“Elliott,” he said. “I’m a Dreamwalker.”

“I noticed.” I beckoned him. “Come upstairs with me, Elliott. We’ll talk on the way.”

Thankfully, the elevator had arrived and the Enforcer I’d waved off was kind enough to hold the door for me. I let Elliott enter first and then ducked in myself. He seemed full of pent-up energy that he didn’t appear to know how to release, and was therefore channelling it into fidgeting.

“How can I help?” I asked as the elevator started to glide up the shaft toward the Investigator floor.

That was the invitation he was, apparently, waiting for; because he turned to me and looked about ready to grab my shoulders to make sure I was paying attention. “CloseKnit,” he said. “You know who they are?”

I thought about that ad Asher had sent Milo after the Inversion. And all the information the other Investigators in the Department had been gathering ever since—and even before. “Fringe hate group. Practically a cult. Don’t like demons. So far we haven’t been able to go after them because they’re all talk and we can’t stop them from that.”

Elliott shook his head so fervently he nearly shook the beanie right off his curls. “They’re not just talk,” he said. The elevator door opened and we stepped out. I gave him a confused look but led him to one of the interview rooms where we brought witnesses. “CloseKnit is—they’re—they’ve—” He couldn’t seem to form his mouth around his thoughts. I got up from the interview table and went to the little refreshment and coffee table in the back of the room. The last thing this guy needed was caffeine, but he needed something to distract him just a little.

I grabbed a granola bar and handed it to him. He took it without even realizing or paying attention and then peeled the wrapper open. “Start from the beginning, Elliott. How is CloseKnit not just talk?”

“I’m not from Dahlia,” he said. “My partner and I were in town on a sightseeing vacation and we saw their flyer. My partner is unempowered, but knows about me—about magic.” He adjusted his beanie and then took a bite of the granola bar. “We went to one of their meetings last night. I was just... confused and dumbfounded that a group like that could even exist.

“After the meeting, we were pulled aside into an office. A guy named Blake spoke to us. Dreamwalker too. He—he muted my powers and put me and my partner to sleep. There’s a long story behind what he wants from my partner that I don’t have time for, right now, but he’s holding them hostage. They made some deal with him to get me out—but I knew too much and so Blake wanted to have my memory modified. They—

“They have a demon captive in their basement! An Incubus named Scorpius. He said they lured him in under false pretenses and then warded their building so he couldn’t rift out. They’re keeping him half-starved and forcing him to do memory modifications in exchange for energy.” I blinked slowly, surprised, scribbling things down as fast as I could in my notebook, but the notes were a bit sporadic and Elliott was talking fast. “Scorpius saw an opportunity with me and blocked my memory for a few hours instead of changing it completely in order for me to get out of there. I promised him I’d get help from the Department to bring down that ward and get him out. In exchange, he’s trying to keep my partner safe while Blake has them.”

I took a deep breath. “Alright. That’s a lot,” I said. “Um... it’s going to be hard to put together a case without hard evidence, but—”

“I believe him,” a voice said. I jolted and turned. Dammit, I thought. Forgot to close the door again.

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Blake’s Listener

I fidgeted with my badge’s lanyard. “I believe him,” I repeated. The Investigator stared at me. “Blake is my childhood friend. He disappeared off the face of the planet for a couple months recently, and reappeared in my life talking about CloseKnit. He took me to that meeting last night.” I turned my gaze to the Dreamwalker. “He pointed you out. You and your partner.” I swallowed. “If you say he has your partner hostage and a demon captive in the basement... I believe you.”

Tears welled up in my eyes. I didn’t want to believe him. Blake and I had always been so close. But... he was different now. He wasn’t who I remembered anymore. And I couldn’t just let this slide. I recognized this Dreamwalker. Remembered Blake pointing him out and seeming frustrated.

The Investigator blinked owlishly in my direction. “Blake is your friend?” they asked.

I nodded. “This Dreamwalker’s words and my knowledge of Blake as a person give us probable cause,” I said. “Don’t need a warrant. And if the situation is as dire as it sounds, we should probably get a team of Enforcers assembled sooner rather than later.”

The Investigator took a deep breath and sighed, as though trying to steady themself. “If I don’t, you’re both going to go off and do something rash, aren’t you?”

The Dreamwalker’s eyes—violet under the incandescent light—drifted toward the window. I knew that look. “I make no promises,” I said. The way the Dreamwalker blinked and cast his gaze to his toes told both me and the Investigator that I was speaking for both me and this dirty blond Dreamwalker.

After a pause during which the Investigator took in both me and the Dreamwalker, they sighed. “Good thing I’ve never minded bending rules,” they muttered. “Okay. Let me call the Enforcement office downstairs. I’ll ask Tyrone to gather a group of the more competent officers and we’ll… crash CloseKnit’s party, I guess.”

The Dreamwalker looked about ready to cry. “Thank you.”

The Investigator got up from the interview table and crossed to stand in front of me in the doorway. I moved to step aside, but they followed my movement. “Keep an eye on him,” they said. “He’s not from Dahlia. I don’t know how much I trust his impulse control.”

I shrugged and nodded. They passed me. I stepped into the interview room, shut the door behind me, and sat next to him at the table, rather than across as Investigators did. “What’s your name?” I asked.

“Elliott.”

I gave him my name in return and stuck a hand out. He shook it. “So, you’re a Dreamwalker too. Like Blake.” He nodded. I probed his aura just a bit. “You’re a more powerful one than he is. Is that how you got away?”

He shook his head. “N-no. It’s complicated.”

“We’ve got time. Tell me.”

He did. I listened with a slack jaw and wide eyes as he relayed his story. Coming to Dahlia at the behest of a Deathwalker. Finding CloseKnit as the counterpoint to some building drove in Death. Going to the meeting. Blake muting Elliott’s powers, knocking him and his partner out. The nightmare. The unknown deal Elliott’s unempowered partner made with Blake. The Incubus. Elliott’s deal with him.

I closed my eyes and pinched the bridge of my nose. “Blake… God, what have you done?” I whispered when Elliott was done.

“So,” Elliott said awkwardly. “You said Blake is your friend.”

I nodded. “We grew up together.” I slumped back in my seat. “He came to my house last night after the meeting. I thought… I thought he was… I don’t know. He dropped off the face of the planet for months. I kept trying to reach out to him and he always ignored me. And then he came back into my life a few days ago and last night… after the meeting… we promised to be there for each other like we used to be…” I sighed. “He helped me get to sleep after my insomnia kicked back in. Like he used to when we were younger.” I shook my head. “I wanted to believe he was still the man I knew growing up. But… nothing you said surprised me about him. He’s changed. And not for the better.”

The door opened back up. The same Investigator as before stood there, looking fierce and determined. Their Stealth aura was hard to detect but if I concentrated hard enough I could feel how warm it was burning. “Come on,” they said, beckoning to Elliott. “We’re leaving.”

I jumped up from the table. “Let me come too,” I said.

They shook their head. “You’re neither an Investigator, nor an Enforcer. I can’t let you—”

“Please,” I said. “Blake’s my friend. Maybe I… maybe I can talk him out of all this. Convince him to drop the ward and surrender willingly.”

The Stealth narrowed their eyes at me thoughtfully. “That will be our second-to-last resort,” they decided. “You can come—but stay in the car until I say, got it?”

I nodded.

“Let’s go. Both of you.”

I followed the Investigator down into the garage where all the cruisers were kept. Elliott and I climbed into the backseat of a big black SUV that the Investigator indicated. They slid gracefully into the driver’s seat and turned over the engine.

Elliott was picking at his nails nervously. I offered him my hand. He grabbed it and held it tight. “Hey,” I said softly. “It’s going to be okay. I know your partner’s in there—and in… unspecified danger. But we’re going to get them out of this. All of us, got it?” He nodded, swallowing thickly. “Someone I care about is in there too. But… if it comes down to it, I won’t have to be as delicate as your situation.”

That almost made him crack a smile. Almost.

The drive through the city was remarkably slow and I wanted to complain, but what more was there to be done?

Eventually, we pulled up to the CloseKnit building. The same one I’d been in last night—lured in by the man who’d once been my best friend. I took a deep breath, staring at it through the tinted back windows of the SUV.

The Investigator undid their seatbelt. “Stay here,” they ordered, getting out of the car.

I glanced at Elliott, biting my lip. “I’ll try to get your partner out safely,” I said.

“Wait, what—” He didn’t get to finish the question as I undid my own seatbelt and leapt from the car. The Stealth tried to grab me, but I dodged and ran inside.

“Blake!” I shouted as the door swung shut behind me. “Blake!” I ran through the hallways to the open hall where the presentation was. “Blake!”

“Hey,” that familiar voice said behind me. Edged with malice. “What are you doing here?”

I whirled around. Blake was leaning against the door frame with his arms folded. “I came to try to talk to you,” I said.

“Try?”

“Blake. I know what you’ve done,” I said. Those tears that had been threatening to spill over finally did. A blaze of heat dropping down my face and cooling off by the time it reached my jaw.

I remembered last night, when I heard Zeke talking about demons being evil as a common belief across mythologies. I remembered knocking my knee into Blake’s and hissing, “Blake, this is nuts!” under my breath.

I shook my head, hard. “Let them go,” I said.

“Who?”

I ground my teeth. “Don’t play dumb with me, Blake. I’m not stupid. Elliott’s partner and that Incubus. Let them go!”

He took a step back like I’d slapped him. “How did you—”

“It doesn’t matter how I know. The fact is, I do know, and I’m pissed about it. What has been going on with you recently? Why—what made you think any of this was okay?!” I demanded, storming over to him and standing toe-to-toe. “You were my best friend and yet you’re pulling crap like this? Kidnapping a demon? Holding a human hostage?! Blake! Pull your head out of your ass and—”

Blake fell over, eyes rolling back in his head. I jolted. My attempt to catch him failed. I wasn’t fast enough. He collapsed to the floor like a stack of pancakes in an earthquake.

Elliott was standing not too far behind, one hand extended. “How’s it feel to be forced into your own worst nightmare, you prick?” he growled.

“Elliott,” I warned. “Try not to get in legal trouble, here.”

“Says the person who just disobeyed direct orders from an Investigator.”

“Pot calling the kettle black—but touché.” I knelt in front of Blake, inspecting the back of his head for a goose-egg. “You’re going in, aren’t you?” I didn’t look at Elliott as I asked. I couldn’t help the fact that the limp man in front of me was my best friend and I still cared about him—even if the things he’d done were despicable.

“To his dream? Obviously.”

I inhaled deeply and finally looked up to meet his eyes. “Bring me in with you. I’m not on his side here. Please.”

Violet eyes stared down at me. “Okay,” he said. He raised a hand again—and paused. “Wait. You said you were at the meeting. With Blake. That he pointed me out.”

I nodded. “You and your partner, I assume.”

“Did he send you home on your own?”

I leaned away from him. “He did… how did you know that?”

Elliott’s eyes widened. “When he knocked me and my partner out—we woke up in, like, the basement or something. And I heard him, through the door, saying that you seemed to be buying the ‘innocent old friend’ routine, but not biting on CloseKnit’s values. He said he wanted your powers on their side and he was going to keep trying.”

My jaw dropped again. Then I scoffed. “I shouldn’t be surprised that he was lying to me. About everything. Yet, somehow, I am.” I clenched my jaw. “Let’s go into his dream. Both of us. I have some words for him.”

“Choice ones?”

“Strong. And choice, yes.”

Elliott sat beside me so he wouldn’t fall over when we went under. “This is going to suck.”

“Sure. But he has it coming.”

Elliott snorted bitterly—

And his magic dragged us both into the Dreamscape.

—

The labyrinth that spread out before us was dark and twisted. Elliott sighed. “Shoulda known he’d have complex defenses. Most Dreamwalkers do,” he remarked.

“Yeah. But he’s not a Defensive Dream Designer. I know him. He made this maze himself, and he doesn’t know the complexities of building one of these from work experience. Sure he took a couple labyrinth classes, but real maze design theory? He doesn’t have a clue.”

“You seem confident.”

“I know him. Not as well as I imagined, I guess, but unless he reached Labyrinth Black in the couple months he dropped off the face of the planet, I think I know him well enough to navigate this labyrinth. Still the little thing about trying to find his grain-of-sand dreamscape but—”

“Leave that to me.”

I held a hand out for him. “Let’s not get separated.”

He took my hand. “Good idea.”

“I’m gonna keep my left hand on the wall. As long as we do that, we should be pretty safe.”

“Unless he’s trapped the walls.”

“Well, then I guess that will be your problem. Come on.”

We plunged into the maze. Twisted corridors of dark brick spiraled around us. I bit the inside of my cheek to keep from getting nauseated. Elliott squeezed my hand. “I am a Defensive Dream Designer,” he said. “I’m used to this.”

“Do you usually navigate your mazes?”

“At least once, yes, before the client approves it.”

“Great,” I said.

“So… what are your powers? Why does Blake want them badly enough to barge back into your life playing the innocent old friend? I wasn’t paying attention to your aura before and in here, I can’t really sense anything.”

I took a deep breath. “I, uh, I’m a—”

Wham! Something flew out of the wall and slammed into my gut. I would have been thrown back, but Elliott’s hand in mine kept me from going too far. Though he staggered a few steps after me. I managed to land on my feet and look at what hit me.

A sword the size of a door went shooting back into the bricks. I coughed and straightened up. “Okay. Noted. Trapped walls. Let’s move fast.”

Elliott and I broke into a run, hanging on to each other’s hands and yanking one way or another as we took corners at random, skipping obvious dead-ends when we saw them. The whooshing of weapons—mostly massive anime swords that appeared to be made of the same dark brick as the walls—followed us the whole way.

“Left!” Elliot exclaimed before we reached a crossroads. I pulled him left—and he pulled me to a stop. “Here.” He bent down. In a crack in the bricks, a single grain of sand was wedged into the stone. Elliott held my hand tighter and touched it.

I gagged as his magic pulled us into Blake’s dreamscape.

—

“Not so fun on the other side of the torture, is it?” Elliott snarled, storming up to where Blake was bound in burning chains on the ground.

Blake’s eyes—that unnaturally bright teal—bored into me. “What are you doing here—with him?” he choked out.

“Don’t get self-righteous with me,” I spat. “You and I both know our friendship was me genuinely caring about you as a person, and you using me for my powers. You have no right to get self-righteous with me.”

Elliott’s hand twisted and Blake cried out in pain as the flames around the chains went from gold and red to blue and white.

I couldn't help but swallow with widened eyes. Blake and I grew up together. Survived high school together. Went to parties but sat just with each other in quiet corners so we could talk about whatever came to mind. My best friend growing up.

But I didn’t recognize the malice in his voice when he asked what I was doing back at the CloseKnit building. I didn’t recognize the fury in his eyes when he’d just looked at me. That agonized cry was his, the appearance was his, but the person inside was someone else entirely. Someone cold, hard, and cruel.

“Elliott, stop,” I said softly. Elliott’s eyes met mine.

“Why?”

“Because I need him to hear what I’m about to say to him.” I wiped the tears from my face. “By all means keep him chained and let them stay on fire—but I need him to hear me.”

Elliott regarded my words thoughtfully, but relented. The blue and white flames died back down to gold and red.

I knelt in front of Blake. Cupped his chin in my hand to make sure he was looking at me. “Times change, Blake. You know it just as well as I do. People change with time too. You said so yourself: if you look back on who you were a few years ago and you’re still the exact same, that’s not good.” I swallowed thickly. “But you? You were never the person I thought you were. I thought you were a good friend. My best friend. A good man. I was wrong. And that’s on me. But what you’re doing now—kidnapping people? Holding a demon captive in your basement or whatever? That’s all on you. Pretending to be my best friend to use me for my powers is on you. I loved you like family. Hell, I still do. But I can’t anymore. Not when you’ve become something worse than you ever were to begin with. The cruel man looking at me now…” I shook my head. “He’s not someone I want to know. You promised we’d be big parts of each other’s lives again. But now I hope we’re not.” I tightened my grip on his jaw, clenched my own jaw, then stood up, releasing his face. “You made one too many mistakes, and now you lost me. Whatever you wanted from me and my powers, I’ll never give it to you. Lose my number, my address—hell, lose my damn name. I won’t be part of your life anymore. Stay out of mine.”

I stepped back and turned away from him.

“Do whatever you want, Elliott,” I said, stepping away. “I won’t stop you. But I can’t watch.”

Elliott met my eyes and I saw something I didn’t expect to see. Sympathy. He nodded.

I stepped away, just a few paces deeper into the jagged, broken landscape Elliott had forced Blake into. Blake’s screams echoed off the rock. I couldn’t stop myself from wincing and grimacing at the sound. The child in me screamed that my friend was being hurt—and I needed to go help. But the bitter, angry adult snapped back that he’d never truly been my friend. Our friendship had meant the world to me, and nothing to him.

Then he started screaming my name.

I felt hot tears stream down my face as I fell to my knees. No, no, I insisted to myself. Those are not the screams of a friend.

I closed my eyes and buried my face in my hands. My heart needed to get on the same page as my head—as the part of me that now knew that Blake was little more than a bastard who just wanted me for my powers.

My name. Over and over. Screaming at the top of his lungs. Pleading with me.

Pleading for me.

Almost like he was begging me to come save him.

I clenched my jaw, half tempted to put my hands over my ears to block him out better.

I whirled back around and stormed over to where Elliott and Blake were. I stood beside Elliott with my arms folded and glared down at Blake. Just watching. Cold and detached. As he writhed on the ground. I looked at Elliott. “What has he done to your partner?”

“Bring up trauma I’ve spent years trying to help them heal from,” Elliott ground out. “Tortured me in front of them.”

I blinked. “Let me guess: you’re the… protector type?”

He nodded, never once breaking eye contact with Blake. “My partner means everything to me and I’d turn the world inside out to keep them safe. I failed against this bastard once. Never again.”

I hummed agreement. “Your partner must be very lucky to have you.”

“I’m the one who’s lucky to have them.”

Blake kept screaming.

—

Sunshine

The door to the basement burst open and several people rushed in. I vaguely recognized the symbol for the Department Elliott talked about emblazoned on their clothing.

Directly in front of me, a person appeared out of thin air. A Stealth, like Elliott had told me to pretend to be, if I remembered right. They knelt in front of me. “Hey. Are you okay?”

I nodded.

They turned and looked at the other people who’d come in with them. “Unempowered. Get them out.”

“Wait—” I reached out, not touching anyone, but indicating a pause. “There—there’s a demon here. He took my boyfriend’s memories. I need him to give them back!”

The Stealth leveled me with a curious look. “Your boyfriend Elliott the Dreamwalker?”

My heart went cold. “Yes.”

“He’s the one who came to us. He remembers everything,” they said. “The demon didn’t take his memories. He told us that.”

Relief flooded through me. “Where is he?”

The Stealth looked irritated. “In the building somewhere. He ran after Blake’s friend when they took off inside after I told them both to stay in the car.”

“I have to find him.”

“Hold your horses, sunshine,” they said sarcastically. I flinched. I loved it when Elliott called me that, but after Blake had used the name so sharply, it stung to hear someone else use it. “You’re unempowered. Informed, yes, but unempowered. You’re going to get out of this building with my fellow officers, and we are going to bring Elliott to you, okay? We can’t have an unempowered civilian running around with us. It’s too dangerous.”

“But—”

“That’s an order,” they said sharply.

I took a deep breath. “Fine,” I ground out.

—

Sweetheart

“I… will admit I don’t know what to do here,” I said, standing over the three sleeping figures. Two propped against the wall and Blake sprawled out carelessly on the ground. Arthur shrugged.

“We can just drag ‘em all into the cars. Wait till they wake up.”

“What do you think is going on in the dreamscape?”

“Don’t know. Don’t think I want to. That blond one feels powerful, and he has a grudge. I can’t imagine it’s pretty.”

I grunted agreement. “You’re probably right.”

“C’mon. Let’s get ‘em all loaded up,” Art said.

I nodded. “I’ll put Elliott, his partner, and Blake’s friend in my SUV. Wanna put Blake in the back of the cruiser, cuffed?”

“Sounds like a plan.”

“Good thing physical distance means nothing in the dreamscape,” I grumbled, hauling Elliott up onto my shoulder in a fireman’s carry. “I imagine he’s got a lot to vent on this guy.”

Arthur laughed. “Yeah. Glad I’m not in there with them.”

“Me too.”

[ella-bo-bella]

Don’t Test Me Princess

It was your first time going to a Monsta X concert. You were so excited, especially since you somehow managed to snag a couple VIP tickets for you and your best friend. It was early in the day, but you and your friend Maria were already getting ready for the concert.

“I was thinking of wearing this for my shirt, what do you think?” Maria asked you, holding up a fishnet top with a black bralette under it.

“I love it.” You replied as you pulled your own shirt over your head, you had been pretty proud of how your shirt turned out as you did a D.I.Y. with the guys’ names on the back and the tour name on front all glammed out.

You and Maria headed out to get lunch after getting ready. You had decided to get Korean hot dogs and do a little shopping in the K-town near your neighborhood. Before the two of you realized, it was about time to head to the venue. Once you arrived you guys partook in the random dance play that was hosted by a local dance cover group before their performance.

“We should probably go get our VIP perks before the lines get too crazy.” You said to Maria pointing at the growing line.

“Let’s go.” She said taking your hand as you ran to the line. You guys got your wrist bands and eventually got to go in for sound check. The guys came out in relatively casual clothes, but they looked even better than you could have imagined, you couldn’t believe this was real life. Even through sound check the VIP Monbebe were cheering so loud, making you even more pumped for the actual show.

“We love you Monbebe, see you soon.” Changkyun said before the guys ran off stage and the audience were dismissed to the venue halls.

“This is going to be such an awesome concert!” You exclaimed, jumping up and down to rid your set of some pent-up energy from all the excitement.

“Yeah, it is!” Maria said, jumping up and down with you. You guys took the opportunity to use the restroom before the concert and ended up getting some merch from the stands. Soon after you guys were allowed back in the seating area to find your seats, you were just as close as you were for the soundcheck, this was going to be amazing. Monsta X came out and performed a few songs, really getting the crowd going before taking their first break in the concert.

“We really wanted to do something special for Monbebe tonight, so were going to pick some random seat numbers and bring a few of you to the stage!” the translator announced, the crowd went absolutely wild at the announcement. You never expected them to do anything like this but didn’t get your hopes up, stuff like this never happened to you. Why would now be any different, but Hyungwon called out your seat number and you completely missed it until Maria started shaking you and you realized other members of the audience had turned to look at you.

“That’s you!” Maria said. You were in complete shock. How did you get so lucky. Once up on the stage the selected Monbebe were allowed to get a selfie, a video or a wake-up alarm from the member(s) of their choice. You thought that was all there was to the special event, so you began to make your way to the edge of the stage, but your wrist was caught causing you to turn around and before you knew it you were pinned between Changkyun and the stage’s edge wall. The audience was screaming at the interaction between the two of you.

“Where are you going?” he asked you. You looked down nervously.

“Nowhere.” You said as a wave of bold braveness washed over you and you grabbed his belt loops pulling him a little closer, soliciting another excited scream from the audience. Changkyun gave you a dangerous chuckle before leaning in even closer to your face.

“Don’t test me princess.” He practically growled making some intense eye contact before landing a quick peck on your cheek and wrapping you into a hug. Changkyun took your hand and lead you back to everyone else on stage to continue the event.