#but he’s been passed out since hmmmm

[why-animals-do-the-thing]

I promised you some lions! Let's talk about manes, males, and management.

This is Tandie, the current male lion at the Woodland Park Zoo.

Notice anything odd about him? He's got one of those hilarious awkward teenager manes. Except... this cat is nine years old.

I was, of course, immediately curious.

Manes serve a lot of purposes for male lions, including being an indicator of health and fitness - it's actually a sexually selected trait and a social signal. Mane texture / hair quality / length is dependent on nutrition and the body having energy to grow (and carry around!) that much hair! The color is also a signal: males with darker manes have been found to have higher testosterone levels.

In one research report, wild males were much more likely to avoid a lion decoy when it had a longer or darker mane - but the girls really loved a dark mane. It's thought this is because a long, dark mane is an indicator of mate quality. Males with longer, darker manes have higher testosterone and were pretty healthy: meaning they had more energy for fighting, had a better chance of recovering if they got injured, and generally had a higher rate of offspring survival. Manes matter!

So, back to Tandie. He was actually born at the Woodland Park Zoo in 2014 alongside two brothers, to dad Xerxes and mother Adia.

This was Xerxes (rip).

Obviously, a very large, dark, lush mane on Xerxes here. So where did these blond muttonchops come from on his son?

I asked the zoo docents and got an answer that didn't make a lot of sense. They told me that after the three cubs grew into adolescents, they were moved to the Oakland Zoo together. But living together suppressed his testosterone, and he never grew a mane.

Hmmmm.

Here's a photo from 2016, when the brothers debuted at Oakland. They're a year and a half old in this photo.

(Photo Credit: Oakland Zoo)

And here's from an announcement for their third birthday.

(Photo credit: Oakland Zoo)

Okay, so these dudes obviously all were growing manes as of 2017. I think Tandie is the one on the left in the first photo, and laying down in the middle on the second. What happened?

I was just in the Bay Area for a zoo road trip, of course I went to Oakland and tracked down a docent to ask some questions.

It turns out that shortly after the brothers turned three, they started acting like adult male lions: they started scuffling regularly. It's a normal social thing for male lions to live in groups, called coalitions, but according to my lion experts there's generally a baseline level of some social jostling within them. It wasn't quite clear from what the docent said if they couldn't manage the boys together, or if they just wanted to avoid the scratches and small wounds that result from normal lion behavior. Regardless, they put all three of the boys on testosterone blockers in order to be able to keep them together as a social group.

Now, I don't know a lot about the use of hormone alteration as a form of captive animal management, except in the case of birth control. I don't think it's something that's unethical - there was just a webinar on it that I saw go by - but I don't think it's commonly done with big cats. Lions have kind of complicated reproductive cycles, and for instance, we've been learning that female lions can take much longer to come into estrus again than expected after coming off hormonal birth control.

In males, testosterone blockers (or being neutered) means they lose their manes. This is why a lot of rescues will do a vasectomy on their males instead of a neuter - it allows them to keep their mane and the social signals that accompany it.

Tandie returned home to Woodland Park Zoo after Xerxes passed in early 2022, and the docent told me all of the lions had been off their blockers "for while." I'd guess those things happened around the same time, since bringing the trio down to a duo at Oakland would reduce some of the social tensions.

Hormones are such interesting things, though. One of Tandie's brothers has a full mane again, and the other is still totally mane-less.

As for Tandie, his mane is growing back in, and it looks like he might rival his dad for length and coloration.

He started here, in February:

Yesterday:

What a difference four months (and maybe proximity to a girl) makes!

[sluts4matt]

y/n teasing Matt or Chris in public so he takes you to the bathroom and fucks the shit out of you

STATE FAIR

pairing: rough!dom matt x latina!reader

summary: you had been teasing him the majority of the day and he was finally tired of it.

warnings: SMUT, dumbification, light gagging, bondage, degradation, praising if you squint, pet names, dirty talk, public, p in v, teasing, orgasm denial, slight overstimulation, hairpulling

word count: 1058

author's note: hmmmm, do i like it? you ask (you don't actually care) i love it and i hope you do too 🥰

it had been a while since you had been to a fair, the loudness of the people and the clutter-ness making you cling to your boyfriend matt's side more than usual.

his brothers nick and chris led the way to some games, matt's hand wrapped tightly around yours as he stuck to your side.

"you look pretty by the way," he whispered, swiftly ducking his lips to your ear. you smiled softly, giving him a quick peck on the lips. "thank you, love."

"come on, guys!" nick shouted, and the two of you turned to see the boys looking at you with amused smiles. "do i get to win you a prize?" he asks, seeing you eye a pink and white unicorn.

"if you want, love." you said, the two of you walking over.

matt was the first to go, taking the ball and aiming it. you watched in surprise as it bounced off the rim, matt cursing.

you giggled as he looked at you muttering an 'i got this' before turning back to the game.

you walked over, wrapping your arms around his middle as he aimed again. "can i try?" you ask, watching as he misses again.

he looks down at you, sighing and giving the ball over. you take your spot in front of him, aiming the ball at the target. a small smirk appears on your lips before you wiggle your hips around, your ass pressing against the fabric of his crotch.

you giggle, hearing him grunt and hold you by the waist, you throw the ball and make it.

"i knew i had this." you say, turning to look at matt and smile.

he stares down at you, a small glare on his face. "what?" you mumble innocently, a fake pout forming on your lips as your grab the unicorn from the worker.

"you know what." you shrug your shoulders with a hum, walking up to catch up with nick and chris, your hips teasingly swaying.

a few minutes pass and the two of you find yourselves in line for some cotton candy, the boys deciding they wanted something sweet.

matt stands behind you, his hand wrapped around your waist tightly. his chest rested against your back, his chin on top of your head.

you occasionally wiggled your hips around, claiming 'you were trying to get comfortable' as his grip on your waist tightens.

"stop." he mutters in your ear, his voice sending a shiver down your spine. you tilt your head up, smiling at him innocently. "i have no idea what you're talking about," you say cheekily, before looking ahead again.

you can hear his groan, feeling his head fall to the crook of your neck. you giggle, feeling him nibble the skin gently, his tongue running over the bite marks.

"you're gonna pay for that." he whispers, his teeth tugging on the skin lightly.

"promise?" you ask, a smirk on your face. "promise," he mocks, already dragging you away.

"matt! the cotton candy!" you shout, pointing to the stand. "fuck the cotton candy," he says, dragging you towards the bathroom.

"but- but matt." you whine, letting yourself be dragged away. he rolls his eyes, his grip on you tightening. "if you keep complaining, i'm gonna tie you up," he threatens.

"matt, the cotton candy," you whine again, your voice teasing. you watch him growl, dragging you into the men's bathroom and shoving you into a stall.

"matt what are you doing?" you ask, gasping as he pins you against the door, his hand covering your mouth. "shut up," he mutters, his lips pressing against your neck, the hand not covering your mouth unbuttoning your jeans.

he tugged the zipper down, watching the material loosen around your hips. his pants were the next to go, the boy quickly tying his belt around your wrist, looping it around the bag holder that hung at the top of the door to keep your arms above your head.

"this is a new level of kinky, matt," you tease, earning a small smack to your thigh. "do you ever shut up?" he mumbles, a small glare appearing on his face. "nope," you respond, popping the 'p'.

he rolls his eyes, pulling his cock out and lining it with your cunt. he doesn't bother warning you, thrusting into you with one motion.

you moan, his hand covering your mouth once more. he moves his hips, thrusting in and out of you quickly. his hand grabbed your leg, pushing it up by the bend of your knee.

"look at how good you're taking my cock, baby." he grunts, his hand moving from your mouth to wrap around your throat.

your eyes rolled back, feeling him tighten his grip slightly, his hips hitting against yours harder. "such a pretty little slut," he mutters.

your moans grew louder, the pleasure overwhelming. he growled, his hand covering your mouth again as he thrust into you faster.

"you like being fucked in public, hm?" he taunted, watching as your body moved with each thrust and your eyes rolled back into your head.

he pressed his thumb into your mouth, pushing it down onto your tongue and watching as you drooled. "you're so fucking disgusting." he muttered, his fingers squeezing the sides of your cheeks as he forced his thumb deeper into your mouth.

you groaned, feeling him pull out quickly undoing the belt and spinning you around, your ass pressing into him. he gathered your wrist behind your back, retying the belt around them.

he pulled his shirt over his head, tying it around your mouth. he held his hand over it, the other resting on your shoulder as he rammed his cock back into your pussy, watching it squeeze around his dick.

"so fucking tight," he mutters, his head rolling back in pleasure. "such a perfect little slut, all for me." he continues, his grip on your shoulder tightening as his hips move quicker.

the sounds of his hips hitting yours echo throughout the room, your muffled moans filling the air as well.

he groaned, the sight of your ass bouncing back onto his cock turning him on more. "gonna cum, pretty girl?" he asked, his hand wrapping around your hair and yanking it back.

you nodded, letting out a muffled whine as you clenched around him.

"you wanna cum?" he asked, earning a series of muffled moans in response.

"say it. say it, and i'll let you cum." your back arched more as more whimpers and whines left your lips instead of the words he wanted to hear.

"then i guess you don't want to cum." he taunts, knowing you couldn't have responded with a shirt around your mouth.

your eyes roll back, tears of frustration pricking at the corners of your eyes as you feel him continue to fuck into you.

he let's out a dark chuckle, the sound making you clench around him more. "aw, baby. you gonna cry because i won't let you cum? pathetic," he taunts, the hand holding your wrists tugging on them, the leather digging into your skin.

you whimper, your hands curling into fists as he thrusts his hips into you roughly.

"i'll let you cum," he says, "but i wanna hear you beg for it."

"mhm," you whine, the shirt still restricting any actual words. he tugs it down, and the second it hits your chin, you let out a series of pornographic whines.

"matt, fuck. please let me cum," you whimper, the sound of the door opening and a pair of footsteps walking in making matt wrap his hand around your mouth to quiet you.

his pace slowed down as he continued to thrust into you deeply, hitting your cervix each time. "shh," he mumbled, leaning closer to your ear as the two of you hear the person walk into a stall.

"can't let him hear what a desperate whore you are." he says, a small smile appearing on his lips. his pace picked up hearing the urinal flush and the water start running.

you bite your lip, your eyes rolling back as he fucked into you. you could feel the tears of pleasure pricking at your eyes again, the boy not bothering to slow his pace.

you could hear the water turn off and the door open and close, the person leaving.

"please," you begged, tears starting to stream down your face. "please, please, please, matt," you babbled, not being able to form an actual sentence. he chuckled, his pace picking up more.

"oh my, mm, fuck, fuck, god yes," you whimpered, your legs shaking as he continued to pound into your pussy. "such a dumb little toy for my cock," he muttered, his hips smacking into yours.

"cum for me, pretty girl," he commanded, his hand gripping your hips tightly. your moans echoed around the room as he fucked you through your orgasm, the feeling of him releasing inside of you not being missed.

he pulled out, watching as his cum leaked out of you and down your leg.

he untied the shirt and belt, watching as you turned to face him, a lazy smile on your face as you stumbled slightly.

"aw, my pretty baby all dumb and happy," he said, a smirk on his face as he watched your dazed smile and droopy eyes.

"my dumb little toy," he muttered, placing a gentle kiss on your lips. "i love you," he muttered, a smile on his face. "love you too," you slurred, smiling up at him.

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[eddiemunsonw]

Snow Storm

Steve Harrington x Fem!reader

Summary: You're on a 'date'. Sort of. You're really not feeling it, especially when you realize that the guy has been lying. Steve, witnessing it all during his shift at Family Video, is more than happy to meddle a little.

CW/Disclaimer: Hmmmm things start to get a little heated and sexy but nothing too dramatic. So... idk. Mention of porn?

Author's note: I have a tendency to post fics out of their season, it seems

Words: 3435

Steve’s POV

He watched as your eyes followed the section of horror movies slowly, scanning each title to try and remember if you had seen them before. Next to you, a guy stood impatiently as he eyed the curtain that separated the adult section. Steve watched with interest, as it was all that was currently happening in the store apart from a regular who looked into the slapstick classics on the other side.

“Come on, I just wanna see.”

The guy sighed, nudged you with his arm. You were having none of it and Steve couldn’t help but wear an amused smile. Eventually, when you had picked out two movies, you followed him towards the curtain. Steve, feeling particularly menacing today, quickly left the counter and approached the curtain just in time.

“Hello there! ID’s please.”

He held his hand open and you took it out immediately, showing that you were 23, a year younger than he was. When the guy handed it over with some reluctance, his curiosity piqued.

“Oof, sorry dude, can’t let you in. It’s 21+”

“What? Since when?” the guy responded, but Steve clocked something much more interesting.

“Clark… You said you were 24. Jesus this is why I never wanna say my age first,” you groaned and rolled your eyes. Steve bit down on his lip to stop himself from smiling, but it was too hard not to.

“Damn, why’d you have to lie to the lady? That’s not cool,” Steve added on.

Your POV

“You weren’t supposed to know. Now come on,” Clark mumbled and attempted to pass the curtain but Steve quickly moved in between, the smooth glide of his body grabbing your attention.

“Still a no, Bud.”

You were already tired of his pushy behavior earlier, so while Steve had him occupied, you entered the adult section. You didn’t even want to go in there, but it was better than staying.

“Grab some deepthroating! And some lesbian porn?”

Steve’s POV

Steve shook his head at him as he leaned against the wall right next to the curtain.

“Jesus, dude. Are you trying to make her run away from you even harder?”

“Shut up,” Clark grumbled, side eyeing him with annoyance.

“Hm, no,” Steve said, a small smile on his face. “Not for a pipsqueak like you.”

“Oh fuck off, says the failed jock whose daddy no longer funds him so he has to do a shitty job like this one, the highlight of his day being to be a total asshole to a guy trying to have sex with a girl.”

Steve stared ahead of him, taking a deep inhale before replying.

“Yeah. Sure. That’s a neat description of you and me both. Emphasis on the trying.”

“The day’s not over yet.”

“Oh but it is, pipsqueak. Cause you’re gonna turn around and leave now.”

They looked at each other, eyes dark and challenging. Steve wasn’t sure what came over him. He just knew that he needed to do you the favor of getting rid of him.

“The hell I am,” Clark bristled.

Steve chuckled darkly. Woah, when did he become this super villain huh? Hmm. Interesting.

“Oh you are. She wants you gone and so do I.”

“You don’t know shit about what she wants.”

“Let me go ask,” Steve said as his hand lazily slid the curtain aside. “What’s her name again?” he asked, pretending like he hadn’t checked your name on your ID. He didn’t wait for his answer and walked behind the curtain despite his protests. This, however, made him miss out on the emergency alert on the radio.

“We interrupt your favorite tunes for an important message. The blizzard is getting worse. If you haven’t yet, go home. Chances are you won’t be able to if you wait much longer.”

Clark, however, did. Besides, he wasn’t that much of an idiot. He knew he had lost his chances with you the moment he tried to get you to grab his favorite porn videos. Whatever.

Your POV

“So… see anything you like?”

His voice startled you, but at the same time it was met with relief from your end that it wasn’t Clark. Steve slowly walked closer and quickly noticed you didn’t seem interested in any of it in the slightest and chuckled.

“Or are you just planning to stay here forever until he leaves?”

You shrugged.

“Something like that. Also, you don’t just ask a lady about her favorite porn, Harrington.”

Delighted by your response, he cocked his hip against the wall as he crossed his arms with a grin.

“I mean… we both already know Clark’s…” Steve said jokingly, earning a smile from you.

“All men are the same,” you sighed. Steve pouted and scanned the titles for something interesting.

“You say that now but… wait until you find out that my favorite is actually… Granny getting a— nope, nope, forget I started that sentence,” Steve said quickly as he put back the tape he just had in his hands.

“All the grannies over the world are crying right now,” you said sadly, a smile on your lips.

“Too bad, I’ve set my eye on girls who actually are the age they say they are.”

“I’ll admit that’s the most interesting belated opening line I’ve ever heard,” you said dryly.

“As long as it catches your intrigue, I’m satisfied,” Steve said with a playful, cocky grin.

You grabbed a tape and smirked, holding it out for him.

“So I’m guessing you don’t need yourself a… Satisfyer 2.0, then?” You asked, holding up the tape which had sensual “instructions” for a vibrator.

Steve laughed and shook his head.

“These satisfy just fine,” Steve said, holding up his hands. Your mind drifted off to what he could do with those big hands. Not just to himself but to—

“… left?”

Steve had apparently just asked you a question.

“Huh?”

He smirked and nodded towards the curtain.

“I think he left. Just heard the bell above the door.”

“Maybe someone came in though…” you wondered out loud.

“Maybe. I’ll go check.” He spun on his heel and approached the curtain when—

“Wait—” It was out before you knew it. Steve halted, turned back around and looked at you patiently.

“Yeah?”

“If he is in fact not gone, can you… get rid of him somehow? I normally wouldn’t ask but he’s just such a—”

“Dick.”

“Yeah…” You smiled a small smile and watched as he approached you again. His eyes were on you, taking in even the smallest changes in your expression.

“So is he like… your boyfriend?” Steve asked softly. “Or uh, was?”

You chuckled and shook your head.

“Nah, this was the second date which I had reluctantly agreed to.”

“Why’d you say yes?” Steve asked curiously. He followed your movement as you skimmed some more tapes and smiled at the playfully quipped corner of your mouth. “I mean, it didn’t look like you wanted to be here.”

“I didn’t. I just… I kind of never said yes but he just showed up on my doorstep and then I felt too bad to not go with him, so… yeah. Didn’t know he had plans to rent some porn and spend the second date in his bedroom or whatever.”

Steve crossed his arms and nodded thoughtfully.

“Hmmh… yeah that sucks. Well, I’ll make sure there won’t be a next time,” he said as he shortly winked at you and once again turned on his heel, this time actually continuing his walk through the curtain. He was out there for a few minutes when he turned back with a frown.

“Uh… Y/N? We’ve got a little… hiccup.”

You approached him with a frown of your own and followed him to the front, unsure what to expect. What you certainly didn’t expect, was to see a snow storm going on outside.

“Apparently there’s a code red. Just heard a repeat of it on the radio but it keeps breaking up. They urge everyone to stay inside until it’s over.”

Steve stuffed his hands into his pockets and stared ahead. It was the worst storm he had ever witnessed and the fact that nothing had seemed to be going on apart from some gentle snowfall surprised him.

“Stay… here?” you asked eventually.

“I mean, yeah? You can’t drive in this weather, it’s too dangerous. So is walking. So…”

“But I can’t just…”

“Hey, I don’t bite,” Steve said softly, nudging your arm with his own. “Besides, Clark seems to have left after all. Maybe he heard the warning and decided to bolt? If so, very nice to let us know as well but I will say that I wasn’t nice to him, so…”

You smirked.

“What did you say to him?”

“Nothing, nothing. I mean, genuinely, I didn’t say much. Just that he had to fuck off, using different wording. He didn’t seem all that ready to leave when I went to look for you though.”

“Oh well, good riddance.”

“Agreed.”

Steve walked forward and locked the door, putting the closed sign up front just in case.

“Let’s go to the back, it’s warmer there. And there’s a coffee machine.”

And so your “Stuck at Family Video with heartthrob Steve Harrington” began.

Once you were settled around the table in the break room, Steve gave you an odd glance. It was hard to figure out what he meant by it, although his frown disappeared the moment he got up from his chair.

“Coffee? Tea? I think we even got a few of those instant hot choc packages,” he offered, his back already turned to you as he searched the cabinets.

“Oh, hot chocolate sounds nice actually. Is it just me or is it… still kinda cold, even here?” you asked hesitantly. Steve nodded ruefully and grabbed two mugs from the cabinet he was currently facing.

“Ah, yeah… it looks like the heating is struggling again. I could kick it to see if it helps but… chances are it’ll get worse.”

“How could it get worse?”

Steve shrugged.

“Beats me, but I’m speaking from experience. Sometimes it does the trick and other times it really, really doesn’t.”

“Let’s not risk it then. At least we have a warm drink, right?”

Steve nodded and grabbed the kettle. You watched him busy himself with putting it on, emptying the hot chocolate powder and grabbing two spoons. He was humming along softly to whichever song he seemed to have stuck in his head and shot you a smile when he caught you looking.

“So what do you usually—”

Suddenly, the room turned pitch dark. You heard Steve swear softly when he shuffled back towards the table and bumped into a chair.

“Uh… okay. That’s… kind of a problem,” he mumbled as he managed to sit back down. “No hot choc I guess, sorry. No… heating either. Maybe we should check how the weather’s doing?” he opted.

“Yeah, sure.”

There was a small strip of light seeping in from the doorway, slowly turning brighter as you adjusted to your surroundings again. Warm fingers teased your arm before your wrist was grabbed and Steve helped you up. As he opened the door, the brightness of the snow outside was almost blinding. The thin windows made it a lot colder at the front, making you shiver as you watched the outside. It wasn’t just snow anymore, as heavy hail rained down, large enough to leave dents into cars. Steve groaned and let go of your wrist.

“Let me check if I can get the power back on,” he mumbled, more to himself than to you. He grabbed a flashlight from below the counter and went to the back again. After a few minutes, he returned, looking apologetic.

“Sorry, nothing. I guess it’s my fault you’re stuck here, huh?” he sighed. “If I hadn’t bothered Clark as much you’d be on your way already. Or if I just… I don’t know. Sorry, I guess.”

“It’s not your fault the weather decided to fuck us over, Steve,” you said with a soft smile which he returned with some hesitance. “What do you usually do for fun around here?”

Steve gave you a wry smile.

“Watch movies?”

“Ah, yeah.”

There was a short silence until Steve clapped in his hands and rubbed them together. “I’ve got this huge blanket in the back, brought it here once because Rob, Robin, my colleague, gets very cold easily so sometimes we’d just huddle under the blanket during breaks and stuff. I think we might as well sit out here, at least it’s light… for now.”

You nodded, smiling as you thought of Robin Buckley. You knew her of course. Not super well, but well enough to know she was nice.

“Yeah, it’s already getting dark, huh? A blanket sounds good though.”

Steve nodded and once again disappeared for a short moment, until he returned with a bright blue blanket, which he partially draped on the floor in front of the counter before he motioned for you to sit down and wrapped it around your shoulders. He joined you after grabbing you both some water and put the other end around his shoulders once he settled down.

“How’s this?”

You were really trying not to let it get to you that you were cozying up to Steve right now. Heat was radiating off of him and it made you wonder if he was actually cold, or if he was basically doing the whole “it’s better to stick together for body warmth” kind of thing. With the addition of clothes, of course.

“It’s nice. Better than without for sure,” you told him softly. Steve’s shoulder brushed yours and soon enough you felt the pressure build up until he was actually resting against you. Not in an uncomfortable way at all. It was really… nice, actually.

“Your parents? Do you think they’ll worry?”

“Ah, no. My mom’s visiting my grandma in another state actually and my dad’s no longer around, so. Doubt he can worry,” you joked lightly. “What about yours?”

Steve snorted, then realized it probably wasn’t all that funny and shrugged.

“Dunno, they’re somewhere in Europe now, I think? So no.”

Another silence. It was by that point that you remembered how little you actually knew about Steve Harrington. Sure, he had been popular in school for some time, and then he wasn’t, and then he graduated. But you had never really talked to him other than giving him a pen or two in English class. You were from different social ladders, really. Although, right now you felt quite equal to him, somehow. Which felt weird, considering he looked like a freshly cut out of a painting model and you were… you. Mr handsome decided to steal you away from your brain, which honestly, was a good thing.

“Hey, wanna play a game?” he asked, peering into your eyes as he leaned forward a little. You watched him with newfound curiosity.

“What kind of game?”

“I spy with my little eye.”

“Isn’t that just called “I spy”?” you wondered aloud.

“Dunno. So. Yes?”

“What else is there, right?”

Steve grinned and rested his head against the counter.

“That’s right. Okay. I spy with my little eye… something green.”

“That tape,” you said as you pointed. Steve leaned into your space, following your hand.

“Which one?”

“The green one.”

“There are maaaany green ones.”

“The green one with… Fuck I can’t read,” you sighed as you tried to squint. Steve laughed warmly, which you could feel the tremble of against your shoulder. “Okay so. The sci-fi shelf, yes? Fifth on the second row.”

“Aaaah, I see it now. Nope!”

“You knew that wasn’t it from the start.”

“I had to make sure.”

“Mhm, sure.”

Steve grinned and nudged you with his shoulder before tapping your thigh with his hand.

“Your turn, your turn!”

He left his hand on your thigh. Oh shit. Yeah, you were totally normal about that. You could still think. You could definitely still find some kind of object that you could use—

“Wait, I didn’t even guess it, how is it my turn?!” you questioned. Steve, who had been looking at… somewhere that wasn’t your eyes, quickly lifted his eyes to meet yours and grinned.

“Right. Guess!” “Your vest?”

“You are absolutely right. See? Your turn.”

“It wasn’t— okay. Hm… I spy with my little eye… something red.”

“Your cheeks.”

“Shut up, my cheeks aren’t red.”

“They are a little.”

“If you keep talking about it, yes, they will turn red.”

“Oh? Is that so?”

Once again Steve leaned forward to look you straight in the eye, this time lifting a hand to cup your cheek gently. “Hm, they’re a little pink at the very least.”

You could feel the heat rising to your cheeks and took his hand off your cheek as you looked away. Steve chuckled softly and turned his hand around so he could grab yours.

“Fine, then… the bike outside?”

“Nope.”

“Damn, I thought that was it for sure. That red blob of paint that Keith never managed to get off the ceiling?”

“That’s it!”

Steve grinned at you and gave your hand a squeeze. For a moment you had forgotten about his hand, too drunk on his animated face. Fuck.

“I spy with my little eye…” Steve turned his head to look at you and smiled. “Something pretty.”

“What?”

“Purple! Purple.”

“My shirt.”

“So clever.”

It was getting darker rapidly and soon enough, even your little game became harder to play. You did some other ones, word games, guessing games, whatever you could think of. The blanket was wrapped closer around you both now, as the store became colder without the heating. You sat hip to hip, your arms a little awkward sometimes although neither of you really minded.

“Would you have stayed here if I hadn’t been around?” you asked softly.

“Hmm, nah, I don’t think so.”

“Why?”

“Because I don’t really care if— I mean, I’d only be risking myself in that case.”

“That’s a bad reason. You’re just as important.”

“Am I?” Steve asked, and for some reason you felt like he needed an honest answer.

“Yeah, you are, Steve.”

“Hm…” A beat of silence. “I spy with my little eye… someone pretty.”

“You can’t even see.”

“I’ve memorized her by now.”

“Is it the blonde babe cardboard cutout?”

Steve, not expecting that answer at all, burst out laughing.

“Fuck, no,” a giggle, “it wasn’t.”

“Oh… hm. What about that girl from the ring? Samara?”

“Shush.”

“Or the woman from that movie where—” “Ssshh.”

You felt his hand cup your cheek and it was as if your heart was gonna jump out of your chest at any moment now. His breath tickled your cheek, warm and comfortable against your cold nose. Your lips parted on their own, eyes closing even though there was only an outline of his face to see.

“You sure it’s not the blond babe?” you murmured teasingly.

Steve giggled softly and shook his head, causing the stray strands of his hair to tickle you a little.

“Positive.”

A faint sound of lips being licked, and then his lips brushed against yours. Soft and pliable, eager to taste yours. He hummed softly, pleased, as he pulled you closer. You were easily pulled into his lap as his tongue teased your bottom lip for access. Hands smoothed up and down your waist, the blanket forgotten as your kiss provided enough heat between the two of you. It was silent, save from the gasps and soft, pleasant hums leaving you both. He gently moved his hips while simultaneously guiding yours, a gentle moan leaving him as he found a rhythm. His lips found your neck and your hand made its way into his hair to have something to grasp onto. One hand found the hem of your shirt and he was about to lift it up when—

Brightness. Light. The electricity was back on. Meaning… everyone outside could see you. If there had been anyone, that is. Still, it broke the moment instantly as Steve dropped his hand to your thigh and looked up at you.

“Shit,” he murmured, a lopsided grin on his face. “They really know how to spoil the fun today, huh?”

You smiled down at him and turned around to look outside, one hand resting on his chest for balance.

“Hm… I don’t know. It seems safe to go back home.”

Steve dug his fingers into your hips with eagerness before leaving a soft kiss on your lips.

“Your place or mine?”

end.

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[ddollfface]

𝐀 𝐑𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐈𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐅𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫 𝐁𝐞𝐝

𝙇𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙎𝙞𝙘𝙠!𝙆𝙣𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙭 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧

"How can you not dance?"

Your jaw dropped, there's no doubt you'd catch a fly, and your hand flew to your mouth, quickly recouping your bearings. You were still a princess, after all, you need to act like it.

It's just, you never knew someone couldn't know how to dance, of all things. You've always thought that it was something everyone did! You thought that everyone loved to spend their free time clicking their heels and swaying their dress to the newest symphony, letting their hair move in the wind and getting lost in the rhythm. But apparently not.

"Never thought about it, I guess," He simply shrugged, turning his head to look across the kingdom, attempting to hide the smirk that snuck onto his face. He peered back down at his belt, fiddling with the handle of his sword.

"Whaa?" Your eyes widened and you shot up from your seat, leaning over the table. Your brows pursed and lips pushed into a pout, "How can you not think about dancing! It's like-like the best thing in the whole wide world!" You waved your hands around to add dramatic flair, falling back into your seat - your dress crinkling under your weight.

The small tiara on your head slumps to the side, causing you to just push it out of your vision as you lean against the table, hand on your cheek, "You really don't know what you're missing out on..." You grumble.

He just chuckles, "I suppose so..." Looking out at the royal garden, peering at the rooftops that stretch past the castle walls. The garden had a vast amount of flowers, trees, and fruits, from all over the world. Some exotic, while others were local, but they all were different in their own might. And even then, there wasn't even a fourth of the world's nature in this garden.

You really have no clue. There's so much out there, yet you're far too focus on some simple dancing. You were like any other noble, but simply in a different font. You were a slightly lighter rose in a flowerbed of other roses, only standing out if you'd look hard enough. And he was nothing more than a thorn on your side, only created for the purpose of prickling the hands that dared to reach for you. Though he's just sixteen, he's already seen so much, experienced so much more, that he has never had time for silly dancing, these meaningless conversations you indulge in. Though he supposes, that's what he likes about you--your innocence, how you are so naive to their horrors pass the castle walls.

He keeps his posture straight, attempting to stay professional even though you declared the two of your friends from the day you first met. He can't help but feel on guard, taking his job a little too seriously, but it isn't every day that the Nation's Sweetheart's life is in your hands.

"Never had the time, I reckon," He adds on, glancing back at you, only to be greeted by your befuddlement. It makes him chuckle.

"Hmmmm, I guess that's a good reason..." You purse your lips, looking off to the side, huffing as you thought about the situation. A small smile creeps onto your face, your eyes flicker across your large bedroom.

The curtains drawn, letting in all the natural lighting the sun has to offer. The white tiles framed in glimmering gold, just as the doorway and window seals are. Your bed, which is far too big for just one person, stands right in the middle, outlined by white lace. A room fit for a princess, as your father would say.

From where you sat, on the ivory balcony, there was plenty of room to waltz -- you were sure of it. Though the table would be in the way, you're sure the two of you could make do. Glancing over at your loyal guard, you was far too uptight, you jump up from your seat, pointing right at him.

"Well! There's plenty of room here, let's dance!" You smile, feeling far too giddy. It's been so long since you've danced with a friend, and you can't help but feel excited. Offering your hand out to him, you look at him with awaiting eyes, fluttering your lashes.

And for the first time in what felt like years, he could feel his heart skip a beat. The organ pumping blood a little faster, banging and prodding against his ribs in a simple thud, thud...thud. The way your eyes gleamed had his chest tightened, that simple thud feeling far more like the ringing bells of a chapel. That thud was no longer just a thud, but a memory, a vision of what could be, what would be.

Taking your hand, feeling the ivory cloth of the material, he bites back a small smile, covering it with a stoic expression. He stands to his full height and lets you guide him through the steps. Though clumsy, he regains his bearings quickly.

As you laugh and giggle, jumping and twirling in his arms, he decides then and there that maybe... just maybe, you were onto something. It might be possible that you're not just some off-colored rose in the flower bed, but the rose that was plucked and sealed in resin, hidden from the greedy hands of others, instead encased so they can gawk from a safe distance, only for the gardener to touch.

And maybe, he isn't just a thorn on that rose, but the gardener who'd snipped the rose away. Yeah... he liked that idea.

He just needed to snip the bud.

[redhoodinternaldialectical]

Too Dangerous for Kids

So, recently I had reason to go back and read Jason's post-crisis debut comic Batman (1940) #408 and it clicked really hard that basically the central theme of Jason becoming Robin was that Robin was too dangerous a job for kids. Before he becomes Robin, Dick got injured, badly, by the Joker, and Batman swore to never endanger another child like that, which is the reason Dick stops being Robin at all

Batman (1940) #416

And I'm friggin realizing now that the posing in Death of the Family is straight up a mirror to this scene of Dick having been shot?? I'm losing my mind???

Batman (1940) #408

Like, look at this in universe magazine shot with this talk on the radio compared to Bruce holding Jason and tell me this was not deliberate????

Batman (1940) #408 and Batman (1940) #428

And THIS TALK?????

Batman (1940) #408

I just... HMMMM, idk there's something very fascinating to me that the theme of 'this is too dangerous for kids' has been there in Jason since day zero.

It also makes me sympathize a lot with poor Dick who got fired "cause it's too dangerous for a kiddo out there", when he was no longer a child, and then WHAT DOES BRUCE HAVE WITH HIM NOT EVEN A YEAR LATER?!

Batman (1940) #416

He's devastated by the realization there's a new Robin, then harsh and critical of the new Robin because he's sure they're gonna screw up and get hurt

Batman (1940) #416

Not because he wants his old job back

Batman (1940) #416

Despite his misgiving about the mantel being passed on at all, at the end of it, he still gives Jason his respect and acceptance into the role

Teen Titans (2003) #29

And this has such fascinating parallels to Jason's reaction to finding out there's a new Robin after him!

Red Hood: The Lost Days #4

He is devastated by the realization there's a new Robin, then attempts to brutally dissuade the new Robin from keeping the mantel because he's sure they're gonna screw up and get killed

Teen Titans (2003) #29

Not because he wants his old job back

Teen Titans (2003) #29

Despite his misgiving about the mantel being passed on at all, at the end of it, Tim still has his respect, and perhaps even his acceptance into the role, although he was far too violent about it to actually properly give the role over like Dick did for him.

Teen Titans (2003) #29

Neither of them have a petty, jealous reaction of you replaced me, but instead have a tangled mess of "I was sloppy, I wasn't good enough, I got hurt, and now you put an even less prepared child in the line of fire?!" Jason is wildly more violent about it, but at the core I feel like the sentiments are the same, and it kinda makes sense because really the end of their times as Robin were very similar to each other, just Jason's was wildly more violent!

I can't help but wonder if maybe part of Jason's reasoning somewhere along the line was "Now I finally get why Dick was so harsh on me back then." And... honestly I don't think it is. Cause while it would make sense it just doesn't seem to be a parallel either of them is conscious of.

It's just this fascinating set of reflections neither one seems to see.

[sunaluv]

Ex boyfriend! ran trying to get over you but it’s like you’re everywhere since the breakup.

Things between the two of you didn’t end badly, but now that you are no longer together, he want to get over you. The issue is you’re everywhere and he keeps justifying why your here.

You’re at the club he owns? It’s always been your favorite, hell, you even met here.

He sees you passing by his work? It’s not like your stalking him. You walked straight past the building and into the cafe, not looking back.

You’re in his house? What’s his has always been yours, it might take a while two of you to fully seperate.

—

“D’ya have anything good to eat in here?” You ask nonchalantly, rummaging through his fridge.

“Nah,” he shrugs, not phased by his ex girlfriend being in his house, “im not home a lot. workin’. You know this”

“That I do,” You shut the door leaning against it. “You seein’ anyone else?”

“We’ve been broken up for a week.”

“Is that a yes or no, haitani.”

“Back to last name basis, huh?” He lazily smirks, moving to stand opposite you, leaning on the counter. “Need to get over you before I find someone new, baby.”

“Doesn’t sound like you’re trying hard enough.”

“Because your not exactly the ‘getting-over’ type.”

Your brow raised, urging him to explain.

“You’re you. You’re not exactly the type someone breaks up and gets over with in a short period of time.”

You didn’t try to fight the smile that grew on your face. “Why’d ya break up with me then, hmmmm?”

Pushing yourself off the door, you stepped closer and slotted yourself into his side, his arm coming around your waist hesitantly, as if trying to fight the muscle memory.

It went silent for a while. “You’re distracting and I’ve got shit to do.”

His lilac eyes met your mischievous ones, the space between you closing ever so slightly.

“I’ll let you do your shit,” your noses were now touching. “You won’t even know I’m here.”

Tempting.

“It’s not like you planned to move out anyways…” at this point, he was convincing himself only.

“So we’re in agreement?”

He didn’t answer, but the fact that you both were still in routine every other day—sleeping in the same bed, packing his lunch before you send him off to work with a kiss on the cheek— said enough.

“D’ya still want me to make your lunch tomorrow, babe?” You called out to his retreating figure.

He gave a silent conformation, to both of your questions.

[fluff-a-nutter]

Tickletober prompts: Chase + Caught

((Fandom: The Amazing Digital Circus. Ler!Jax & Lee!gn reader. SFW Only!))

“Y/N I’m gonna getcha, getcha, getcha!” You sprinted through the Digital Circus world as the sounds of Jax teasing you followed your every move. You couldn’t see where the rabbit had gone, but his voice rang out as clearly as if he were right behind you.

It had all started when you had been practicing your acrobatics and Jax had been bored and come to bother you. He was commenting on how your outfit had a panel cut out to expose your tummy. You had told him that you hadn’t had any control and that it actually helped with movement. Since Jax had no grasp on the concept of “personal space” he had come right up to you and poked your stomach. And you had squeaked. Jax had looked at you and slowly the realization dawned on you both.

“You ticklish Y/N?”

Instead of answering you had bolted and naturally, Jax had given chase.

Which was why now you were running in search of a hiding place. Luckily you found a large bush with colorful flowers. That would be perfect. You dove behind the plant and caught your breath, not making a sound. You could hear Jax getting closer, but if you were silent, he’d pass right by. But apparently luck was not on your side because just as you had relaxed Caine appeared out of the blue.

“WELL HELLO THERE MY NEW FRIEND! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?” You yelped when the toothy ringmaster shouted and shushed him frantically

“Caine, shhhhhh! I’m hiding!” You hissed in a low whisper.

“HIDING?! WHATEVER FOR, MY FRIEND??” Clearly, Caine had no inside voice.

“Jax is chasing me!” You hissed again, shoving your hand over his teeth. He shoved it off.

“JAX? IS HE BOTHERING YOU? DO NOT FRET! I SHALL DEAL WITH HIM IF HE IS!” You groaned internally.

“Caine, it’s fine. He’s just trying to tickle me.” You said, glancing nervously around.

“OHO! IS THAT ALL!? DON’T YOU KNOW TICKLING IS AN EXCELLENT WAY TO BOND WITH FRIENDS, (Y/N)! I WILL CALL JAX OVER NOW! OOOOOH JAX! THEY ARE RIGHT OVER HERE BEHIND THIS BUSH!”

You made panicked gestures to the ringmaster, but he either didn’t see or didn’t care. Before you could tell him to be quiet he disappeared in a puff of confetti.

Glancing around, you slowly crept out of your hiding spot. No sign of the rabbit anywhere. Maybe he’d decided to pick on someone else instead. Just as you thought that, a pair of long, skinny arms grabbed you.

“Gotcha, (y/n). Thanks to Caine.” You squealed and tried to make a break for it, but Jax held onto you.

“Ah, Ah, Ah. You aren’t gettin’ away this time, (n/n).”

“Jahax, please! I’m really ticklish!” You whined, pouting at your captor. The bunny just grinned cheekily at you.

“Good. Then I’m gonna have a lot of fun with this.” Without any further warning, Jax dug his fingers into your sides and you squealed, biting into your lip trying to not laugh.

“Awwww, c’mon sweetheart. Lemme hear those giggles.” Jax teased, spidering his way to your tummy.

“EEK- Nohohoho! Not there, please!” You begged, squirming frantically in the rabbit’s arms.

“Shoulda thought of that before exposing your tummy to the world, then (y/n). ‘Cause now I have to tickle it.” He said as he started mercilessly scribbling your belly.

“NOHOHOHO!! PL-PLEHEHEHEHEASE! IT TIHIHIHICKLES!” You laughed, wriggling madly in his arms. Jax snickered.

“Yes, that is the point. Hmmm, wonder what this button does?” You shrieked when Jax poked your navel.

“Oho, looks like I found someone’s giggle button!” He teased, poking mercilessly at your navel while his other hand snuck up into your armpit.

You howled and thumped your feet on the ground as Jax reduced you to a shrieking, laughing puddle.

”J-JAHAHAHAHAX PLEHEHEHASE! I-I’LL DHOHOHO ANYTHING, JUST STOOOOAHAHAHAP!” You pleaded as the rabbit tickled every inch of your torso.

“Hmmmm, anything you say?”

“Y-yehehes! Anything!” Jax grinned.

“You help me with Gloink duty for the next 2- no 3 weeks.”

“AHAHAHAHAHA OKAHAHAHAY FIHIHINE! JUST STOHOHOP TICKLING MEHEHEHEHEEEEE!” You squealed, before going limp in Jax’s arms and laughing your heart out until he ceased.

“Alrighty, deals a deal, (y/n).” He said like he hadn’t absolutely just wrecked your [HONK].

“Y-yohohou are the worst!” You said, pouting at Jax, letting out a squeal when he poked at your tummy.

“Sorry, what was that?”

“Nohohothing!” You quickly scrambled away, clutching your middle. Jax smirked at you.

“That’s what I thought, (y/n).”

Groaning, you flopped onto the ground. But you supposed there were worse things than helping Jax with Gloink duty. And now you could plan some revenge.

A/N: Hey all! Last Tickltober and it’s not Varigo! I fell in love with TADC and Jax would make an evil ler, so naturally I had to write him as such! Also, below is what I pictured (y/n’s) outfit to look like, but if you had something else in mind, that’s fine!

[speckle-meow-meow]

*slides u a cornchip and a half eaten bag of gummy bears*

yo can we get some btas penguin x reader mayhaps?

Hmmmm *looks at the corn chip and half a bag of gummie bears* I'll accept those this once,next time I would like some sour gummie worms... :)

Oswald was always one for romance

Until

Veronica Vreeland

She ruined his self esteem

And his ability to trust anyone, especially when it comes to romance.

When he got thrown back into Arkham he vowed to get revenge

But after a month of being locked up he realized it wasnt worth it, he obviously didnt forget about it but he tried to push it down into the deep crevasses of his mind.

After he was released for good behavior and actual progress of redemption he immediately went home

When he got there he realized how decayed and decrepit it looked.

His home used to be so full of life and love until his parents passed away, and when Wayne took over

You were walking by when you spotted the gentleman of crime

Curious, you stepped closer

Saying a nice greeting to alert him of your presence

"Hello!" You greeted

He greeted back but it was a bit passive aggressive

You didn't blame him, you saw what happened on the news and in the papers

You looked down at his face and saw that his eyes were staring at something

You looked there and saw that it was his home

You felt sad for the man

You did try to converse with him but he only ignored you

He said his goodbyes and walked to his mansion

~Time skip~

It's been days since Oswald's release he was having some of his goons work on his house while he tried to access his families fortune

Until one of his men knocked on the door

The man brought in a single rose and attached to it was a note

He read the note out of curiosity it was a welcome note.

someone welcomed him

of course he thought it was a trick but another one of his men came in saying someone was requesting to see him

it was you the person from earlier

He was shocked

Someone wanted to see him? HIM?

He welcomed you with obvious suspicion and you could tell

You both talked for hours about anything

He started to get comfortable

He enjoyed your presence

Over time you both bonded very well, his birds loved you and that was what made him realize that you were the one

He invited you to dinner and you both hit it off

From then on you were known as The Dove to the underground

(Thank you so much for requesting this anon! I think this might be my first BTAS requst!!! Very excited for future ones. As always Hearts, reblogs, requests, questions, and comments are always welcome and highly encouraged!)

[the-froschamethyst4]

Knight in Shining Black Armor

𖤐Pairing: Ghost x F! Reader

𖤐Pronouns: She/Her

𖤐Warnings: smut, fantasy, fairy tale, p n v, language, overstimulating, praising, rough sex, pussy playing, eating out, semi-fingering, Knight Ghost and Princess Y/n

Princess Y/n is stuck in a tower waiting for her Knight in shining armor to come and save her

The Knight who does will get to marry the lovely Princess and many Knights have tried

That is until one man manages to kill the dragon that was protecting Y/n and he gets to marry her

——————

———————

Like every day. Princess Y/n looks out of her tower looking at the sun come up, she was always up before dawn, she wanted to get up early in case her Prince or Knight shows up to rescue her.

As she watched the sun come up she also heard the loud dragon below her roar to let his presents known. Y/n ducked into her room as she watched the dragon fly pass her window and fly around her tower.

“Stupid dragon,” she mumbled.

Y/n pulled back a purple velvet cover showing off a painting she’s been doing since she’s been stuck in this hell hole.

She gathered all her paints and started to mix her paints for a perfect green and blue. It was a landscape of the area that surrounded her tower.

She put her paintbrush is her mouth so she could put her long hair into a high ponytail. She took the paintbrush out of her mouth and dipped it in her paints ready to paint the landscape.

———————

“Hey Ghost,” Soap a Knight said. He came trotting next to Ghost on his horse.

“What,” Ghost groaned.

“Wanna make a bet?”

“With you, fuck no,” Ghost said as he trotting his horse to the gate of the castle.

“Come on, Ghost. It’s a simple bet.”

“No, Soap.”

“Come on, don’t you wanna know you might win?”

“I know what I’ll win, marriage with the Princess.”

“If we find her,” Captain Price the head Knight interrupted the two bickering Knights. “And remind you, it’s who finds her first, so I could find her, Soap could find her and you Ghost could her, anyone can marry her,” Price rolled her eyes.

“Men…find my daughter and…good luck…you have a month,” The King released the Knights and they all took off into the Dark Forest to look for Princess Y/n.

———————

“Hmmmm~? It needs…” Y/n tapped her chin with her painted hand thinking about what she is missing in the painting. It still wasn’t completed or anything, it just feels like something off.

She stepped to her window seeing that she should be in the painting. She looked back and was trying to see how to incorporate herself into it.

She stepped close to it and started the outline of her piece.

——————

The Knights all split up to look for the Princess. Ghost and his horse were far West away from everyone, he knew some will not even come this way to look for her.

He was getting hot and started to look for a spot to get water for them to drink and for them to swim in just a little bit.

He soon found a spot and let his horse drink from the lake and Ghost splashed his face to cool himself up. He removed his armor on his arms and splashed his arms as well.

ROAR

The loud roar of the dragon guarding the Princess startled both Ghost and his horse. His horse ran away leaving Ghost to now fend for himself to look for the Princess.

“Great…now this is going to take me forever,” Ghost groaned as he put his armor back on.

“But at least…I’m close…” he mumbled to himself as he moved forward and got his sword ready for anything and to cut tree limbs, overgrown bushes and leaves.

——————

Y/n let out a bored yawn after doing her outline. The dragon did startle her with the loud roaring but she was use to it.

The dragon rested on a large rock next to the lake. Y/n hasn’t left the tower since she was 12 years old before she was placed here.

She sat in her window bored, rolling her paintbrush between her fingers tips. She knew she was a mess with paint all over her body.

She jumped from her windowseal and went to her bathroom and ran a hot shower. She removed her dirty clothes and got in the shower, she let out a soft moan as the hot water hit her skin.

She ran her hands down her body till they reached her clit. She gently rubbed and pushed 2 fingers inside of herself. She stumbled to her shower wall and leaned against it to keep herself stabled, she kept moving her fingers in and out of her quickly. She loved the feeling of do it herself, but she would like if someone else...did it to her.

She felt her body feel that knot in the stomach, she felt herself leak onto her fingers, but she didn't stop she pushed a third finger in, she moaned at the top of her lungs when she was able to fit three fingers in, usually she can only do two and give up afterwards.

Y/n kept pushing her fingers in and out quickly, her hands clenched into a fist as that same knot feeling was in her stomach and she came again. She pulled them out and felt the white liquid leak down both of her legs.

"Hmmm~ god..." she mumbled as she started to clean herself up.

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Ghost felt lost. He felt like he's been going in circles, he's pretty sure he might have gone passed the same tree 4 different times. How he knows is because he marked it and went on ahead and saw it again.

He placed his hands through his hair and leaned against a wall covered in vines and branches. He wiped his sweaty forehead but before he was about to stand up, he fell through the wall.

"Ah! What the fuck?" Ghost groaned, rubbing his head and looking back to see where he was now. He stood up quickly and walked farther into what seemed some...beautiful area (Ever seen Rapunzel? Where her tower is, that's what I'm talking about).

Flowers covered the ground, some tall green grass, a large lake with a waterfall falling from the huge rocks and...a tower. Ghost looked up the tower seeing how tall it was.

"I found her..." he mumbled to himself.

Huff...Huff...Huff...Huff...

Ghost slowly turned and saw the dragon peacefully sleeping right behind him. The dragon didn't realize that there was a Knight here to save the Princess.

Y/n wrapped a towel around her waist and soon dropped it to put on one of her dresses. She now walked around her tower to do something else. She grabbed a book and went by her window ready to read.

"No one will ever come..." she whispered to herself. She saw the dragon sleeping and some of the tall green moving.

"Huh? What the hell, is that?" Y/n asked herself. She couldn't see if it was a person or a really big animal. She watched the grass move and soon someone stood up.

Her jaw dropped and ducked into the tower. "Please don't wake up dragon, please don't, please don't, please don't," Y/n repeated.

Y/n was looking for something to help the Knight get up the tower with no problem.

"Come on, there has to be rope somewhere," she said, looking around.

Ghost was being sneaky and trying to not wake the giant dragon. Ghost stood up in the green, he was almost there to the tower, he continued walking to the tower trying not to step on sticks.

He looked up at the tower and he touched the brick thinking he might be dreaming about the tower being right in front of him.

"I...I did it..." Ghost whispered to himself; question is how is he going to get up there without the dragon hearing him. He placed his fingers in the crooks of the brick and tried to pull himself up, but his armor was weighing himself down.

"Fuck," he whispered. "Come on, Ghost think..." He looked up the tower seeing the wooden window, he grabbed his bow, his rope and an arrow.

He tied the rope to the arrow; he placed the arrow in the bow ready to fire. He shot up (don't ever do that btw) to the wood, he shot it up and waited for it to stick in the wood.

Y/n heard the thud from the arrow landing in the wood of the window, she looked and saw it was him.

Ghost pulled on the arrow to make sure it was in the wood, he jumped on the rope and pulled himself up.

"What do I do?" Y/n asked herself. She went to her room and just waited till she could hear him inside the tower.

"Almost there Princess," Ghost grumbles as he went up.

Y/n played with her fingers thinking what to do, what to say, what to tell him. She just waited, she heard him at the window huffing and puffing from the climb.

"Jeez, am I that out of shape?" Ghost asked himself. He looked around the room trying to find Princess Y/n.

"How did you get pass the dragon, Knight?" Y/n came out of her room, standing at the top of the staircase looking down at Ghost. Ghost's jaw dropped looking at the beautiful Princess. Ghost fell on his right knee, hand on his heart.

"I am glad, I have found you, my Princess. Your father had sent me and a team to find you, he gave us a month to find you and I have found you on my own. I did not slay the dragon, the dragon is asleep and has not noticed me here, either. I was trained to be the quietest Knight and I was, and I have found you, my Princess." Ghost looked up at the Princess.

"I see...now...Knight-"

"Please, Princess, call me Ghost."

"Ghost alright. What do we do now?"

"I marry you, Princess," Ghost said, he stood up and watched the Princess walk down the stairs till she got to him. She smiled up at Ghost. She placed her hands on his chest, she touched his shiny black armor.

"Okay...please, take me to my father."

"I will, Princess...but...first." Ghost placed his hands on her cheeks pulling her face close and kissed her lips so carefully and gently. His eyes were closed, and Y/n just melted into his touch.

"Princess...shall I...make you feel good?" Ghost asked.

"How?" She asked. She was so innocent (besides the touching herself earlier). Ghost smirked and licked the corner of his mouth with a smirk on his face as well.

Ghost picked Y/n up, pushing her against the wall of her tower, her legs instinctively wrapped around his waist and her arms around his neck as well. His lips landed on hers again, her hand ran through his blonde hair.

His tongue pushed its way into her mouth, she lightly moaned into his mouth, his hands roamed from her thighs to her butt, gently squeezing it making her moan too.

Ghost then started to walk to the Y/n's bedroom, he pulled away from her to watch where he was going, Y/n looked over his shoulder nervous, what does she do?

Ghost dropped Y/n on her bed, Ghost started to take his armor off, and Y/n tried to remove her dress, but Ghost did it by pulling the fabric ripping it.

"Jeez..."

"What?"

"You look...beautiful..." he said, kissing her neck. Y/n's hands went up from his neck into his hair. His lips then led up to her lips. Ghost stood up and looked down at his dick close to her clit.

She was breathing heavy watching Ghost slowly move down. His face right in front of her clit. She was starting to get nervous. He licked his lips and kissed her inner thigh; she moaned loving his lips on her.

Ghost then kissed her lips, his tongue licked in between her folds. He smirked and flicked his tongue against her lips. She covered her mouth and moaned into her hand, but she soon moved it and grabbed Ghost's hair.

Ghost then pushed his middle and ring finger inside of her clit, he moved them in and out fast and his tongue flicking between her folds.

"AHHH! AHHH!" She moaned, covering her mouth. His mouth soon pulled away and he just shoved his fingers in and out. "H-Holy," Y/n moaned.

He pulled his fingers out and watched how her body looked like it deflated. Her back was arched but now was against the mattress of the bed. Ghost smirked and then smacked Y/n's pussy lightly with his palm.

"AH!" Y/n moaned. He did it over and over earning those soft light moans from Y/n's voice.

"AH! AH! P-Please...don't...s-stopAH!" She moaned making him smirk.

Ghost shoved his fingers back inside and by distracting Y/n he pushed his dick inside of her clit. He started to thrust and soon pulled his fingers out; he licked them clean and placed his hands on the mattress next to Y/n's head.

"Ahhh~ ahhh~ G-Ghost..."

Ghost looked down at him and smirked, he bent down and kissed her neck then her lips, her hands cupped his face deepening the kiss. His hand grabbed her chin controlling her how to kiss properly.

"I-I'm s-sorry."

"Why?" He said as he thrusted.

"B-BecauseAHH! I d-don't know...h-how to...k-kiss."

"Don't worry about that, Princess...you're doing amazing..." Ghost panted. "Holy fuck...you are amazing," he repeated to her.

Y/n wanted this, she wanted her Knight or Prince to treat her right and that is what Ghost was doing, he was being gentle but would pick up the pace at certain times.

Y/n liked the roughness and Ghost could tell, so Ghost went with that, he stayed at a fast and rough pace. He loved the expression on her face and loved hearing the moans from the Princess.

"G-Ghost."

"I know, Princess, I know, come on, come on, come on," he repeated, she felt the knot in her stomach and felt herself cum. Ghost pulled out and watched himself pump onto her stomach.

"Holy fuck," Ghost said. Y/n gripped the bedsheet, her hair a mess and she had cum on her legs and stomach. Ghost just smirked looking down at her.

"I can't believe...that I'll be married to a beautiful Princess," Ghost cupped her face and kissed her lips.

"And I can't believe, I'll be with someone who loves me," she smiled.

--------

Night rolled around and Ghost was stuck in the tower with Princess Y/n. Y/n was asleep next to him, both of their bodies naked and covered with a sheet from her bed.

Ghost moved a piece of her hair from her face and kissed her soft lips. She stirred in her sleep and Ghost watched her ready for her to open her eyes, but she stayed asleep.

"You look amazing, you were amazing, and...I can't wait to love you for the rest of my life," Ghost mumbled against her temple and kissed her before going to sleep.

--------

The next morning, Ghost and Y/n were trying to leave but the dragon was the only obstacle in their way.

"DRAGON! HERE BOY!" Y/n called him like a dog, and he landed on the tower, shaking the tower and Y/n and Ghost tried to keep balance.

"Woah!" Y/n said as they tried to stay stable. "Okay, okay, calm down, listen boy, I need you to take me and Knight Ghost back to my Kingdom to see my father."

The dragon just titled his head and looked passed Y/n to see Ghost. The dragon's face was not entertained that a Knight got passed him.

"Come on, I know. Come on, help us out, please?" Y/n said.

The dragon just looked like he rolled his eyes and let Princess Y/n and Ghost get on hm and fly them to the Kingdom.

"THIS IS CRZY PRINCESS!!" Ghost yelled.

"YEAH, BUT I'M FINALLY FREE FROM THAT TOWER!!" Y/n yelled back. "WOOOOOOHOOOOOO~!" Y/n shouted.

"I'M GONNA DIE FROM FLIGHT!!" Ghost yelled as Y/n laughed.

The Kingdom was up ahead, and Y/n swallowed a lump in her throat nervous to face her father after 20 years. Ghost could tell she was nervous, his hand landed on her shoulder.

"It's okay, if anything happens...we could...make our own life in the tower far from everyone and you'll get to leave that place whenever you want," Ghost tried to make it sound more like a paradise than it actually was.

"Thank you, Ghost."

"Of course," The dragon landed in the middle of the castles garden, everyone in the castle came out to see the dragon and Ghost and Princess Y/n.

The King came out and saw his daughter and one of his best Knights arrive at the Kingdom. He smirked seeing his daughter after so long.

"My daughter," he says with his arms out and wanting a hug from his daughter. Y/n didn't hug him, her arms down by her side scared if she did hug him what might happen.

Ghost saw this and once the King was done hugging his daughter, Ghosts hand rested on her waist.

"Good job, Ghost for bring back my daughter to the Kingdom, now...the wedding, you've earned your right to marry my daughter, now...when would like to do the celebration?"

How not a 'how's my daughter?' 'I've missed you.' Nothing just 'when can I marry you off already.'

Y/n looked up at Ghost, he looked down at her and just gave her a small smile.

"We don't want a big celebration, we want to go back and live our life at that tower, she'll be under my watchful eye, she'll get to the tower when she wants to and will be taken care of by me...since...her father just thought she should be locked away for 20 years miserable, well...I will marry her but only for us to live away from this Kingdom and away from you...are terrible father and terrible King," Ghost spat.

The King was shocked by Ghost's sudden burst.

"You do not get to disrespect me."

"I can and I will," Ghost said as they got back on the dragon. The dragon took off heading back to the tower. Y/n felt hot tears in her eyes, she sniffled, and Ghost held her close to his body.

"I am so sorry, my Princess, that he would do that to you, his ONLY daughter, what a prick," Ghost grumbled.

"I-It's okay, G-Ghost...I just...wanna go home."

Never did Y/n think she'll ever call that tower home...but that's where she feels safe, is that place, it being protected by the dragon and her having wait for her lover, but now she gets to be with her lover.

[dollfaceksj]

you said you want to keep toapp going for as long as you can so i have a feeling it’s clearly not their last time. plus, where’s yoongi?!?

yoongi has been summoned. #19 lets go ↓

warnings: i wanted to add more stuff to the camping trip like a hiking scene and whatnot but honestly im so over the camping trip arc i just wanna get it over with so this is pretty rushed 😭

taste of a poison paradise | jjk (m) #19

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you stir

and awaken

why are you so? warm?

oh

you are

cuddled up into jungkook

your back into his chest

his arm around your waist

his nose buried in your hair

you glance over your shoulder

jungkook is still sound asleep

he looks

cute :(

you glance at your phone, it’s 7am. it you and jungkook’s turn to prepare breakfast

you gently shake him

“jungkook,” you say, “wake up.”

he stirs and then turns on his back

rubbing his face

he mumbles, “sorry.”

you shake your head. “it’s okay, i just want to wake you up for breakfast. it’s our turn to prepare.”

he nods his head and sits up, running a hand through his disheveled hair

you crawl out of the tent and stretch your limbs, yawning loudly before you go wash up

he slowly follows you out and you both start preparing breakfast in silence

the air is

tense?

awkward?

weird?

you don’t know what it is

but you don’t really speak to jungkook and he doesn’t speak to you while you both prepare

maybe it’s for the best

:/

about half an hour later, breakfast is ready and you take your time gathering your clothes to head into the bathhouse about 20 mins further

you have to wait for everyone to finish eating cause you can’t drive and someone needs to bring you

you watch as the seats around the table starts filling up

and you take your seat next to yoongi

he pours orange juice into your cup and rubs your shoulder. “how’d you sleep?”

you smile at the question. “i slept pretty well. you?”

“hoseok only punched me once in the mouth so i’d say i slept better too.”

you giggle at his joke and slap his thigh under the table

“hey uh,” he starts, “when we get back home..”

you tilt your head once he trails off, he sounds hesitant

he continues, “will you let me take you out?”

wow

ah

AAAAA

need him rn.

you smile. “like? on a date?”

he chuckles and shakes his head at your silliness. “yeah, like on a date.”

you pretend to hum in thought. “i thought we weren’t anything serious,” you tease.

he nods his head. “you’re right, but i think it’s proper manners to buy a lady a meal before we,” he pauses and glances at you, “get to the not-serious stuff.”

oh

😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂

okay!

well.

you lick your lips and chew on the loose flesh on your lips.

“so? what do you say?” he asks without even looking at you as he pours himself orange juice and reaches across the table for something to eat

he’s so

nonchalant

fuck

“i say that i’d like that.”

a smile tugs on his lips as he listens to your words, still not looking at you and it makes him look so fucking cocky

he asks; “do you have class tomorrow?”

“until 12pm.”

“good. i’ll pick you up at 6.”

ah

ahhhh

AHHHHHHH

so

….

he’s so….

hmmmm

you sheepishly reply, “okay.”

he keeps his hand respectfully on your knee, not moving it an inch toward your thigh

but it still raises goosebumps on your skin

his big hand

he’s so perfect wow

you bring your attention back to your plate and raise your cup to your lips

you hum in content

you let your eyes roam over the rim of your cup

only to make eye contact

with jungkook.

you feel a bit

uncomfortable.

he’s staring very… intensely.

did he hear everything?

it almost makes you choke on your juice

ugh it’s just breakfast and the days already wearing down on you

just… make the most of it

hours have passed, you’ve done a few more activities with the group

it’s time to head home

you’ve been hanging with yoongi, getting to know him better

isabella and hyunjoo have been stuck to jungkook since breakfast

not that you care

as long as he gets that affection he so desperately seeks

joon begins, “so we’ve decided to just send everyones luggage back home in seokjins car. we’re gonna need an extra person with him cause we can’t trust seokjin too much.”

“hey! i’m responsible,” seokjin replies in a disapproving tone

everyone just ignores seokjin’s outburst. “who’s gonna drive back home with seokjin-hyung?” joon asks as everyone disassembles their tents

everyones looking around

but you suddenly hear

an all too familiar voice

speak up

“i think yoongi-hyung should go.”

what the fuck jungkook

OH GOD

yoongi turns surprised to jungkook and jungkook is just staring back head-on

this damn junior and his lack of respects for seniors!!!

“i just think he’s the most responsible of us all.” he says as he shrugs his shoulders.

you glare at the side of jungkook’s face but it seems like people are starting to agree with him

“alright, i’ll go.” yoongi doesn’t make a fuss and without hesitation starts loading the bags into seokjin’s trunk

you keep glaring at jungkook’s cheek until he turns to look at you

he stares at you without a word on his lips for you and then turns on his heels and walks away from you

walking to go disassemble his tent

you snatch your suitcase and head towards yoongi, handing it to him

“you gonna be fine without me?” yoongi asks as he takes your suitcase and stuffs it in the trunk

you shake your head. “how will i live?”

he chuckles at your joke and then turns to you, reaching out to smooth out the scrunch between your brows with his thumb

“you’re too pretty to walk around with a frown like that.”

ugh

pretty

pretty.

now another’s man’s words keep clouding your mind

playing on a repeat

the image of his black eyes staring into your soul flashing vividly in your mind

‘you can take it, pretty. can’t you?’

‘that’s it, pretty. look at you.’

‘fuck yourself on my dick, pretty. just like that.’

ughhhh

that damn junior corrupted your brains. you need to be cleansed.

“that’s because i’m actually serious. i was looking forward to the train ride back with you.” you continue to pout

he chuckles and reaches out to rub your bottom lip with his thumb

“don’t look at me like that,” he quietly says

again…

something jungkook has said to you too

:///

“like what?”

“like you want me to kiss you.”

he’s

so

you reply, “that’s because i do.”

he licks his lips and rolls his tongue against the inside of his cheek

he respectfully places his hand on your waist and pulls you closer to him, closing the distance

your hands instantly meet his arms, squeezing his biceps

he cups the back of your head and inches closer to your face until he’s pressed his lips against yours

and you fucking melt

his lips are so damn soft like you could write a novel about it

you move your hands to his chest and rub it gently, wanting to feel more of him

he parts from your lips and brings his thumb up to stroke over your bottom lip

“pout is gone.”

and with that, he turns his attention back to loading the car

fuck

ah fuck

he’s not gonna make it easier for you

you turn on your heels to head back to the rest but you bump into something

that something being

jungkook’s chest

😂😂😂😂😂😂😂

for fucks sake!!!

these coincidences are getting ANNOYING

“ow,” you mumble as you stumble back but two hands on your waist from the back and two hands on your waist from the front keep you from tumbling to the ground

oh

yoongi

and

jungkook

are both holding you

:))))

“are you okay?” yoongi immediately asks with a soothing hand still on your back

you nod your head. “yeah.”

jungkook’s hands linger on your waist and he doesn’t take them off until you shoot him a look

he slowly peels his hands off you and then stuffs his own bag in the trunk

you walk past him and gather with the others

you wave goodbye to seokjin and yoongi once they’re finished

you hope they don’t notice anything in the car you’d die of embarrassment 😭

and they could

quickly make the connection

and if word got out

and it reached taehyung…..

he’s already brought up home……

you know

where the both of u are from

fuck

just calm down

they won’t notice anything

you’re walking back to the train station with the rest

“jungkook! what are your plans for when we get back home?”

you hear isabella talking to him

but you’re walking ahead of them

walking with tae and jimin

he replies, “probably gonna play, haven’t been online in awhile. you?”

ugh

“oh! i have no plans. can i come over and watch you play?”

watch him play?

eye roll

like what does that even do

i mean sure theres a big audience for gamers that stream playing games because people enjoy watching others play

but jungkook? be serious

“oh. sure, why not?”

tae nudges you with his arm. “have you talked to him yet?” he whispers

you frown. “to who?”

he rolls his eyes. “jungkook,” he mouths.

you shake your head in response and watch him quietly sigh

ugh

you made it a whole lot more fucking complicated than it needed to be dude

why did you have to fuck him

the rest of the walk there is filled with quiet small talk and taehyung telling you about the skins he got in fortnite

once you reach the train station, hoseok checks to make sure everyone has everything in order

a few minutes later you board the train

and right

when you want to

go sit down

with jimin and tae

you’re tapped on your shoulder

by tae

“go sit with jungkook.”

????

what the hell?

“and why would i?” you question with a neutral tone to your voice

“did you forget our talk yesterday? if he only interacts with girls that he sleeps with, it’ll always stay the same for him. go talk to him.”

YOU’VE ALSO SLEPT WITH JUNGKOOK SO IT WOULDNT BE ANY FUCKING DIFFERENT!!!!

but of course you can’t tell tae that :))

because you were stupid :)

and horny :)

ugh. not to be harsh but how is jungkook’s mental state your problem?

girl.. you were the one that wanted to cuddle him yesterday. clearly you care about his mental wellbeing

you sigh and get up

and make your way to jungkook’s booth

where he’s seated

with hyunjoo and isabella

:)

jungkook’s sitting by the window

isabella is next to him

hyunjoo is across from him

so you take your seat next to hyunjoo

the girls welcome you with a kind smile and small talk

but that little shit is staring you down with such a bratty look in his eyes

what a little CUNT

what is his problem?

you need a way to get rid of the girls

you lie, “i’m here to talk about … the thing.”

jungkook frowns at you for a moment before he realizes what you’re trying to do. “oh, right. that.”

you glance at hyunjoo and isabella and then turn to jungkook. “shall we talk about it in private?”

he licks his lips and you KNOW he wants to push your buttons and tell you that you can just say it here

but to your surprise, he rises to his feet

and starts heading to another booth

you excuse yourself from the girls but they don’t seem to mind, engaging in convo on their own

you follow jungkook and sit across from him in the empty booth

you both just sit there in silence

quiet

you blink at him

and the silence drags on

for

what seems like forever

and he’s finally had enough. “is there something you want to say?”

you cross your arms over your shoulders and shrug your shoulders. “not really.”

if you tell him tae wants you to bond with jk after he always told him to stay away from you, he’ll know something is going on

he’ll know tae told you his private matters

so you just need tae to believe you’re talking w jk

he narrows his eyes at you for a moment but doesn’t question anything and then glances out the window, eyes scanning the trees that zoom by

you both sit there in silence, sometimes stealing glances at each other

it’s already been an hour

pure silence

somewhere during the trip, about an hour into it, jungkook holds his hand out

you frown

??

his hand

why is he giving you his hand

you slowly place your hand in his, back of your hand facing up

he glances at your hand and then at you, a quiet chuckle leaving his lips

he brings your hand to his mouth and gently kisses your knuckles before placing your hand back on your knee

“that was cute but i meant your phone.”

oh

OH

well how the hell!!! were u!!! supposed to know!!

you narrow your eyes at him in suspicion. “why the hell do you want my phone?”

he rolls his eyes. “stop making a fuss about every little thing and just give it to me.”

this

damn

junior

SO DISRESPECTFUL!!!!

(its kinda hot)

but he needs to be punched!!!

you dig into your pocket and pull it out

unlock it

and hand it to him

he ticks away on your phone and you just stare at him in anticipation

then he hands you back his phone

when you wrap your fingers around it and pull back, there’s resistance

jungkook won’t let your phone go

you glance up from your phone

you cock an eyebrow at him

and he’s just staring at ou

then he leans forwards

winks at you

lets go of your phone

gets up

and heads back to the booth with isabella and hyunjoo

leaving you all alone

hes so

fucking

cocky

jerk.

you look down at your phone

it’s open on instagram

??

did he just…?

‘You accepted @.jungkook97’s follow request!’

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The Fairytale Keeper's Final Assessment - Roger (Premium End)

This is the 1st anniversary event and is in his POV.

As usual, can’t guarantee 100% accuracy on this

Roger: Kate, I’d die of boredom without you. I’d miss you. So stay as a fairytale keeper.

Kate: Roger…

Roger: So, what are you going to do, Kate? Continue being a fairytale keeper? Or are you going to say farewell-to me.

Kate: I…

Roger: How about I give you an extension. I’ll wait for you at Crown Castle ‘til midnight. If you don’t want to be a fairytale keeper anymore, then you don’t have to come back.

Kate: Don’t need to come back…?

Roger: Yeah. I’ll just write “NO” on the agreement letter and that’ll be it. Alright, I’m heading out. Make a choice you won’t regret.

–

Alfons: So, you just abandoned Miss Kate? You’re the worst. Just like how the hunter abandoned Snow White. You’re a heartless, muscly glasses-wearing walking egoist!

When I got back to the castle, I grabbed Al, told him the whole story over drinks and he fired complaint after complaint.

Roger: You got some nerve hurling insults at me while ignoring how much of an ass you are yourself. Kate wouldn’t have been able to make a choice if I was there. And if I stayed, I would’ve been in trouble.

Alfons: Don’t tell me you were going to bring her back by force?

Roger: Hmmmm………?

Alfons: Oh this is not good. You’ll always be an egoist.

Ice clinked in Al’s glass of whiskey.

Roger: Al. I’m definitely egotistical, but that doesn’t mean my head’s empty. We’re all cursed, part of Crown, and killers. It’s a parade of misery and disaster. It would’ve been better if she stayed uninvolved.

Alfons: Well, I agree with you on that point.

Roger: And yet… There’s lots of things you can’t give up on. I’m sure the same can be said for you.

Alfons: … I don’t know about that. My glass is empty, so I shall be taking my leave. I hope that losing Miss Kate will make you fix your ways.

Roger: Haha, thanks.

–

How much time’s passed since Al left?

It’s not even because of my abnormally sharp hearing, but the clock sounds really loud.

(30 minutes ‘til midnight)

(What if Kate doesn’t come back?)

I’d definitely miss her a lot.

And then rationalize it as “it is what it is”.

(As we get older, we get a whole lot more decisions to make)

Five minutes ‘til midnight.

—The sound of Kate’s voice and footsteps reach my ears.

Kate: Roger!

(Ah…)

Roger: “Welcome back” Kate.

I looked up at the clock and saw that it was exactly midnight.

Kate: You must have felt a little worried. About how I might not have come back.

Roger: Well, maybe a little.

Kate: I was troubled. I mean…I have friends, and I was pretty useful as a postal worker.

Roger: Hm, I see. So why’d you come back with Liam?

Kate’s eyes dart side to side.

Kate: Well…um…it just happened that way.

Roger: I heard something like “tell it to Roger straight!”

Kate: !

Roger: Well?

Kate: The truth is…I couldn’t stand being alone so I went to see Liam at the Scala Theatre. I hung out with him…to kill some time.

Roger: Why?

Kate: Because…

Roger: Because?

Kate: Because…I wanted you to think about me of course.

Roger: …

Kate: Saying what you want, leaving everything to me… I…You know there was a chance we would've never seen each other again, right?

Roger: Yeah

Kate: You knew and yet you left just like that.

Kate started tearing up.

Kate: I thought…you’d want to spend more time with me.

(Really…this girl)

The day I met Kate, I tried to draw a line between us and have her live wisely.

A brief time at Crown as a fairytale keeper should’ve been enough.

(And yet)

~~ Flashback ~~

Kate: I still don’t have an answer on whether your betrayal was evil or not. Therefore— Can I not continue to think about it while being by your side? 

~~ End flashback ~~

Kate said that and tried to get to know me and Crown.

(Nothing’s changed since that day…)

(No, she’s been chasing after me incessantly)

(Ah, damn it…)

(Everything about her’s so cute. It can’t be helped)

I drew closer to Kate and pulled her into a hug.

Kate: Ro…ger?

Roger: I still want to be with you. Let’s stay together, Kate.

Kate: I’m not doing this because you told me to. I’ve…made my decision.

Roger: Pfft, hahaha. Nice. I love a woman who can think for herself. But, do you really know what this means? If we’re together, then that means you’re gonna be at my mercy.

Kate: Bring it on. I still want to know more about you and Crown. Besides…I still haven’t proved that love exists yet.

For me, love’s something that has no proof. So I don’t have any faith in it.

What we call love is a dysfunction of the brain or a misunderstanding caused by sexual desire.

That’s my definition of love—Kate wants to prove me wrong.

(It's like saying you stayed for me, isn't it?)

Whether Kate’s affections can be called love is something yet to be seen.

Roger: In the meantime, let’s kiss.

Kate: ……Huh?

Roger: Didn’t you hear me? Kiss. Kissing. You like that, don’t you? Kissing and being affectionate.

Kate: O-of course not!

Roger: I thought you really liked me if you kept chasing after me.

Kate: That’s because…it’s my duty as a fairytale keeper.

Roger: Such a hard worker. I’ll talk to Victor about giving you a raise.

Kate looked at me in annoyance.

(You’re so cute)

Roger: Well then, let’s start with this “again” form here. Let’s get along, Kate.

I held out my hand and Kate grasped it in hers.

Kate and I are connected.

Once again, with a certain temperature.

–

Fairytale Keeper’s Letter of Agreement From here on, Kate will continue her role as the fairytale keeper. Because she’s a valuable dog, or assistant, in my research on curses. Beyond that, I’m simply curious -Roger Barel

–

(Kate’s POV)

It was a few days after I chose to continue my role as the fairytale keeper.

I had suddenly received a notice from Her Majesty the Queen. Kate, I’ve heard much about your work. Thank you for everything. Therefore, I would like a reliable woman to assess something. Whether Roger, who is cursed, is suitable for Crown.

[fungalittleweirdo]

Maybe one one of the brothers(rise) with a crush on reader but hears from Casey that resder marries/falls in love with someone else/doesn't make it.Whatever you feel like.ALSO LETS GO NEW WRITING BLOCK‼️‼️‼️

cyrill my friend i am going to feed you so well here

hmmmm

donatello x male reader, set a couple years after kraang-- the good timeline

i asked my friends to pick a turtle and a gender so i got that lol

i'll get more organised as i write more on this blog trust meee </3

enjoy!

Communicate With Your Lab Partner, Donatello!

"I see the way you look at him, Donnie."

He blinks, takes a deep breath, and shakes his head with an awkward laugh. "I don't know what you're talking about Casey, it's nothing. I've just been thinking a lot about him lately. I hope he and his eventual partner are happy together, that's all. I want my lab partner to be happy." Donatello's face contorts for a moment before it finally lands on an off-putting smile, "Anything but could affect the efficiency of which our labs are conducted."

Casey shakes his head and looks away, "Now I regret telling you about them." The time traveller sighs, standing up to frown at the softshell mutant. Donatello waves him off and urges him out of his lab, muttering about how Casey has nothing to worry about and that he would carry on like normal. But that very night he finds himself staring at the ceiling of his lab, blinking away the blurring of his vision. Donnie reaches for his phone without adjusting his posture, holding it above his face to check the time.

2:42 am.

He yawns, scrolling up to find his lab partner had texted him a funny picture of some cat meme. Donnie's lips curl up and his chest blooms with warmth as he reacts to the photo with a laughing face emoji, then responds with a meme of his own. His friend reacts with a straight faced emoji, responding with you're not funny, stop pretending you are. Donatello rolls his eyes, continuing to talk to him as the hours pass by, and when he checks the time again it is seven in the morning. It's time for the spiny softshell to head to bed even though he was meant to stay up all night regardless.

Lab Partner (7:02 AM): I know you should be heading to sleep now, but before you go, what's the weather going to be like Friday night?

Donatello sits up straight and winces as his neck's pain receptors send massive signals to his tired turtle brain, screaming at him to go to bed. He opts to shrimp over his keyboard as he checks his weather prediction algorithm, finding that there would be a seventy percent chance of rain over the tri-state area. He texts the extensive information to his lab partner, then asks him why he needs to know.

Lab Partner (7:11 AM): I asked this person out to go to Central Park expecting it to be sunny because of this week's forecast

Lab Partner (7:11 AM): But I trust your weather algorithm a lot more

Lab Partner (7:12 AM): Especially since they let Warren Stone back on the air

Delivered (7:12 AM): Scoff, any weatherman who associates themselves with that literal worm cannot be trusted for the weather. You came to the right turtle.

Lab Partner (7:13 AM): Yeah, I know I did

Lab Partner (7:13 AM): Get some rest, okay Don? I love you <3

Donatello's heart skips a beat and he stares at the screen for a moment, blinking at the three silly little words he somehow feels like he stole. Just for a moment, I could pretend... he thinks, pursing his lips as he responds in kind, then gets up from his chair to turn everything off in his lab, save for the emergency low lights. He begins heading toward his bedroom with his phone off in his hand.

The softshell is now lying awake, staring at his ceiling as he lay in bed fantasising of silly things he thought could never happen. It's bothering him, he knows it, but he doesn't feel like paying a visit to Dr. Feelings. His hand's gentle caresses on his plastron remind him of how his lab partner would hug him from behind and sway with him as he works, even though it always distracts him for a moment. The stim always brings him down to earth when he is in too deep in his work. Donatello misses the way he nuzzles into him when he's sleepy, spending days working on something together and letting him sleep on the air mattress he has set up in the corner. He misses the opportunities in which his lab partner would ask for him to sleep beside him, curling up in each other's arms.

Now that he thinks about it, Donatello and his lab partner are not strictly platonic, the way they interact with each other is quite intimate. The turtle blushes at the memory of his lips carefully planting kisses on his lab partner's head, and him doing the same. It was kismet, the way they met, since Donnie's lab partner was a former member of the Purple Dragons. Kendra let him go after he started spending too much time with the softshell rather than just spying on him. He risked so much for me, Donatello thinks, wringing his hands as he blinks away his exhaustion. He decides to take matters into his own hands, falling asleep with an uneasy feeling in his gut.

~

Donnie's lab partner wakes up with a start after a four hour sleep, promising Leo he would sleep more, then berating him for staying up late too. He makes himself a small breakfast and goes through his phone, then gets ready for his free day. Donnie calls him and he answers with a dramatic groan of annoyance. "Don, I swear, go back to sleep," he starts packing a bag to go out while listening to Donnie whine over the phone.

"I know! I know! You told me to rest and I already did. But you didn't sleep enough either so you're a hypocrite. I... wanted to talk to you about something."

"Can it wait? You need to sleep, dude."

"No, it can't."

Donnie seems to take a shaky breath, then speaks again.

"I need to tell you something important and I can't wait another day to tell you."

The mutant's lab partner sighs, then nods, even if 'Tello couldn't see him make the gesture.

"Yeah, I'll be over tonight. As long as you rest."

"I promise... I love you."

He pauses, the words ringing in his ears, bouncing around in his head like a screensaver avoiding the corners of its device. He's never heard Donnie say those words out loud before. He's never said them to him either, so the initiative shocks him into silence. Before the boy could respond, Donnie hung up the call and he stands in the kitchen with toast crumbs in his palm and marmalade on his fingers.

The difference between saying it out loud and sending it over text is made apparent in the boy's head, a realisation taking over as his heart beat faster in his rib cage. Oh... no... Being Donnie's lab partner has been fun these past few years, especially developing a close friendship like the one they have, but he finally realises how he must have come across. I should get my errands done quick to be at the lair in a timely manner, he thinks, washing his hands and grabbing his things to step out of his apartment, locking the door and starting his day.

~

Donatello is bleary-eyed and yawning to the point where his throat is dry. He stumbles into the kitchen to look for a glass of water, asking S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. to serve him some hydration. He gulps it down instantly and slams the glass down on the counter, then jumps at the voice in the corner of the kitchen.

"Happy to see you're drinking water, 'Tello."

An awkward smile plasters itself upon his face as he turns toward his lab partner, looking him up and down. He is wearing comfortable clothes as if he plans to stay a while. His tail twitches before he stops it from wagging in excitement.

"Ah, my favourite friend! I... I expected you to come to the lair much later."

"I can see that," He raises an eyebrow as he gives Donatello a once over, noting the black sweatpants he donned. "Cold?" The boy's arms snake their way around Donatello's waist and he jumps at the contact, nudging him away with a robotic laugh.

"Cold? Scoff! Who said I was cold?" Donatello now feels awake enough to serve himself his own water, watching it fill his glass as his friend stood beside him curiously. Then he gulps the entire glass down again.

"You usually wear clothes down here when you're cold. You don't opt for pyjamas like your brothers either, so you must be cold."

"Oh dear lab partner, how dare you use your observational skills on me."

Said lab partner chuckles and leans against the fridge. "You also don't reject my physical advances toward you... Is today a bad tactile sensory day?" He taps in a pattern against the countertop, signalling to Donatello that he is mildly worried. The softshell sighs and puts the glass down in the sink, stretching and cracking his limbs. He inhales through his nose, then exhales cool air that gradually calms him down.

"I am afraid of what I want to talk about."

The boy's eyes widen, his face depicts concern, and he moves on to sit on the stool beside the rack holding the pots and pans. Donatello goes to sit on the counter across from him. A couple beats of silence pass as the two look at each other, studying one another's body language. The turtle came to the conclusion that his lab partner is laidback enough to take the conversation seriously but without too much panic. He feels relaxed enough to continue talking, so he does.

"I am aware that the future Casey speaks of—whenever he feels ready to, that is—is much different compared to ours. Everything that happened in that timeline is completely irrelevant to now due to the butterfly effect. You know, how a flap of a butterfly's wings could summon a hurricane? Well... something he told me keeps nagging me. It keeps this voice in my head rambling on and on, it won't stop telling me things that make me feel... Things. I don't know what! I am feeling things and I hate when I do because I can't label them!"

Donatello stands up and begins pacing, cracking his fingers one by one as he continues to talk and his lab partner listens.

"Casey told me you had a partner in the future. It was great at first... spending a little under a decade together... then they were possessed by Kraang biomatter. You... you disobeyed Leo's orders to look for them, to capture them and keep them under control for when I found a serum to inject in them, one that could kill off the Kraang schmuck but leave their human flesh unaffected... But you didn't make it back to base."

He stands from the stool he sat on and approached Donatello, carefully holding his hands out, palms facing up. The softshell takes his hands and revels in their softness, visibly relaxing and staying put.

"Your passing is not what affects me the most," Donatello reaches up to cup his friend's cheek in his hand, swiping his thumb lightly across his face. "It's you sharing your affections with anyone other than I. That is what is bothering me."

The boy freezes, blinking up at Donatello with a confused smile. "You're the only one I share moments like these with. I don't understand what you're saying," he giggles, reaching up to squeeze Donatello's hand. The scientist is equally as perplexed.

"I'm saying that I love you."

He stands up straighter, rigid and unyielding. Heat spreads upon his face and he looks away, his laugh wavering.

"You know, hearing that in person sounds a lot better."

Donatello still holds his breath, waiting, waiting, waiting.

"I love you too, Donnie."

The mutant feels lightheaded when he exhales, then leans in for a second before stopping himself. His lab partner grins, nodding while he bites his lip knowingly. Donatello springs into action, gripping his friend's shoulders and pulling him in to meld his lips on his, tasting, savouring, fluttering his eyes shut as a grin stretched across his face, parting from the kiss with muddy, blushing cheeks.

"Can we do that more? That was really nice. I would like to open a document for this... if you let me."

He rolled his eyes and pulled his favourite turtle closer.

"Yes, you may, 'Tello. We have all the time in the world."

[gasolinerainbowpuddles]

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| LIQUID GOLD | main masterlist | PAIRING(s): Joel Miller x fem!pregnant!reader x Tommy Miller | RATING: explicit material | 18+ | WORD COUNT: 4.8k | WARNINGS: nasty nasty nasty debauchery, rawdogging, pregnancy kink idk?, casual mention/allusions to liking it rough? and sort of degradation but not really? idk how to do warnings okay just know I wrote this when I was ovulating and that should be the main warning haha | SYNOPSIS: You are super pregnant and currently miserable after a third trimester issue crops up. You don’t know how to fix it, and Joel is determined to make you comfortable again. Will he come up with the right solution or are you going to spend the last few weeks of your pregnancy in awful pain? Spoiler: Idk man being pregnant is fucking rough.

You grumble in annoyance, wincing at the pain in your heavy chest. Your breasts had become more sensitive, along with other areas, ever since you made it to your second trimester. Now in your third, the uncomfortable sensitivity in them had become a more consistent source of suffering as almost any pressure or touch made them throb and sting. Over the past few weeks they had grown even larger, much to Joel’s delight, but these last four days in particular had been unbearable. What had once been pliable and supple flesh became two jelled, firm masses anchored to your chest. You had cried more than you cared to admit over the heavy, stinging pain in the past week. Joel’s eyes shot over to you when he noticed your discomfort. “What’s the matter, baby?” he asks, crossing the room to settle next to you. He gently rubs your ever expanding bump with his large hand, a motion that had become a quick habit ever since you found out you were expecting. “It just hurts. They hurt,” you snivel, gesturing towards your chest. Joel knew you didn’t feel well, and he hated seeing you so uncomfortable all the time. He did his best to make sure you were taken care of as well as taken care of, but you hadn’t been interested in that in the past three weeks. It was the longest you had ever gone without getting intimate. Gone were the days where your increased blood volume from the pregnancy made your core swell with need on a daily basis - sometimes multiple times in a day. “Aw, honey,” Joel soothed. He ventured a hand across your breast and paused as you hissed in pain. “Fuck, they’re kinda stiff, baby,” he says with a concerned expression. “I know. They started doing that a few days ago, and it’s just getting worse,” you admit. “You gotta tell me this stuff! No wonder you look so goddamn miserable,” he scolds gently as he massages smooth passes up and down your leg. “Hold on, let me look at that book Tommy gave me,” he says, pulling away and leaving you for a moment before returning with a worn paperback in hand. He stood a few feet away from you, pacing slightly as he read. Joel pensively thumbed through the pages, brow furrowed in concentration. Despite the pain you felt that was claiming so much of your focus, your heart flutters as you watch Joel jump into action to take care of you and figure out how to solve this problem if he could. You sigh and lean your head back on the couch as you watch Joel’s eyes scan page after page. You absentmindedly rub your belly, making sure to avoid touching your aching chest. “Hmmmm,” Joel finally pipes up. Your head snapped back up to attention. “What? Did you find something?” The hope and desperation in your voice rang soundly with the question. “I think so,” he mumbles, still scanning the page as he absorbs the information.

“Well?” you probe, apprehensive with the tentative hope that this awful feeling could be assuaged. “You stay right there, honey. I’ll be right back,” Joel promises with a quick peck on your forehead. “Joel,” you grumble as he heads out the door. You knew him requesting a little patience from you wasn’t asking for too much, but you still felt the heat of irritation prickle up your neck as you watched him leave. You lean your head back against the couch. You’re too miserable to get up and see what page Joel had left the book open to as it sat on the living room table, spine up. Just as your eyelids sank in exhaustion from this endless physical nightmare, the front door opened with Joel and Tommy appearing in step. “Hey, sweetheart. Heard you weren’t feelin’ too good,” Tommy says with an edge of pity in his voice. He gently sits beside you and grazes your forehead with a kiss. You sigh contentedly, feeling a little more secure with both Miller brothers apparently at the helm to save the day. Joel sits on your other side a little more forcefully, never as graceful as his younger brother; although, you couldn’t really blame Joel as he did have a much bigger build than Tommy. Both Miller brothers were solid, muscular, and had a commanding presence wherever they went. Certainly both of them flanking you would draw a comically contrasting sight, even with your large belly to accentuate your physicality. “Maria had somethin’ like this before,” Tommy recalls. “Did she fix it?” You knew you sounded pathetic, but you couldn’t help it. “Eh, no. She couldn’t really stick with it. Worked itself out eventually, but she got too out of sorts when I tried to help,” he admits. “But there is a solution?” you press, wondering why on Earth Maria wouldn’t have just done whatever it took to relieve this grueling pain. “Yeah,” Tommy confirms with a nod and a small smile. His features soften at your wide eyed questioning, knowing that you will be taken care of if he and Joel have their say. Your gaze shifts to Joel who had been slowly drawing circles along your belly as you and Tommy talked. “You think you wanna try it, baby?” Joel asks in a low tone. “It might hurt real bad at first.” “I don’t care. I’ll do anything,” you commit with steadfast determination. “Let’s get you upstairs then,” he says, standing and offering his hand to help you up. Tommy gently guides you forward and up off the couch as Joel gently pulls you towards him. “We gotta get your ducts cleared,” Joel explains as he leads you up the stairs. “My ducts? Like breastmilk?” you put together. Joel nods and kneads your lower back as you make your way to the master bedroom you share. Tommy’s hand slithers along your hip and lower belly as he nuzzles your neck and shoulder. “Don’t worry, sweetheart. We’re gonna take real good care of you,” he promises.

You shoot him an apprehensive look, and he smiles as he reads your face. “It’ll work. Just gotta push through the tough parts, okay?” You take a deep breath and nod. Tommy’s smile stretches into a grin as he grazes your lips against his. Tommy always had that tender, balmy energy that imbued you with a calm reassurance, and Joel’s force of nature devotion and protection over you, always making you feel safe and nurtured in his haven, made you all the more ensconced in their care. You trusted them with every fiber of your being, and they made sure to never give you a reason for that trust to waver. Joel disappeared into the bathroom while Tommy sits next to you on the edge of the bed and helps you out of your top. You wince as the fabric slides against your breasts as he pulls up on it, and Tommy apologizes softly. “S’okay,” you reply shakily. Joel emerges with some steaming damp towels. He eyes your enlarged, mounding breasts, begging to be touched, but controls himself. “You lay back now and let this sit for a minute,” he instructs. Tommy sinks behind you and acts as an incline for your back. You huff as you adjust, the physical effort of just moving around in the bed already making you feel like you were being pushed to exertion. You had to get this situation handled so you didn’t spend the last few weeks of your pregnancy in complete misery. When Joel drapes the hot towels across your chest, you writhe and grimace. “Ssshh, ssshhhh. I know, baby. We got you. It’s okay,” he encourages. Your eyes brim with tears as you drag breaths through pursed lips. When you lean your head back onto Tommy’s shoulder, they start spilling down your temples. “Ah, sweetheart, it’ll be okay. Just give it a minute. You can do it,” Tommy coos, brushing your tears away. Joel massages your hips as you sit between Tommy’s legs. It feels good. At least it’s something to offset the feeling the searing towels are inflicting on you. A few minutes pass with Joel and Tommy tending to you. After the initial discomfort, the towels have helped some with the heavy aching sensation but not much else. “Is that . .” you falter, tears threatening to spill again. Your unasked question of whether that was supposed to be the solution got stuck in your throat. You were afraid to ask because if this was meant to be the fix, it hadn’t resolved much. You feel the dread creeping up, followed closely by devastation. You were never going to feel better. You were just going to have to live with this for god knows how long. Joel, always in tune with your inner workings, takes the initiative to answer your silent query. “Baby, that was just the first part,” he promises. You nod in understanding, but you can’t shake the awful feeling that nothing will end up working. “Hey, look at me,” he instructs. You meet his unwavering gaze and sniff in dismal self-pity. “That was just the first part. It’s just to help the next step go a little easier.” You nod again and share a gentle kiss. “You think you’ll be comfortable in that or do you wanna just lose it?” he asks, flicking at the fabric of your sweatpants. Well, his sweatpants. You didn’t have much that fits you right now. You had pretty much stopped wearing underwear altogether about a month ago, tired of it pressing harsh lines into your hips. “Just get rid of it,” you decide, sniffling back your despondent musings.

Joel nods and jerks his head at Tommy, who has been quietly being your backrest and hand to squeeze. Joel heads into the bathroom after removing the towel with sympathetic precision, and Tommy helps you to stand and remove your bottoms. He crouches on the floor in front of you, your hand steadying yourself on his shoulder, to fully remove the sweatpants. Joel came out from the bathroom and groaned when he took in your naked form. “Been three weeks since I got to see you like this, baby,” he says in a husky, lustful pitch. You could see his dick already start to stiffen. Tommy wordlessly joined in Joel’s praises of your form, snaking a hand up your bare thigh. Joel reflexively palmed his bulge through his jeans as he gawked at you head to toe several times. He almost looked guilty when he caught your eye, not wanting you to think his own selfish desires were prioritized over your obvious needs. He started to explain himself, but you put a hand up to stop him. “Just because I’m absolutely miserable doesn’t mean you both have to be,” you assert. Tommy and Joel exchange a look of uncertainty at your conveyed permission. They had done so much for you this entire pregnancy, and if your expectant physique did anything for them then you were glad at least somebody would get something out of this. “Go on,” you order, shooting them both an authoritative glance. You sit on the edge of the bed again, closing your eyes and rolling your neck back and forth. The heat had helped relax your muscles a little bit even if it wasn’t a hugely impactful aid. You hear the shuffling of feet and fabric as you sit quietly on the bed. You shift positions, already uncomfortable, and lean back onto your palms, spreading your legs a little wider to accommodate your belly in between your thighs. When you open your eyes again, Joel is down to his underwear. He finds your approving gaze scouring his toned body and angles towards you. “We can stop if you need us to, darlin’. Just tell us, alright?” You shake your head in understanding and consent. Tommy has kicked off his boots and discarded everything item of clothing but his t-shirt, which he now drags over his head and drops to the floor. You ogle him in appreciation, and he shoots you a soft, crinkly smile. Joel follows suit, removing his last article and wasting no time running his hands along your belly and thighs. “C’mere,” he says after a moment. He helps you to stand, and you can see he is already completely hard. He cups your face and places gentle kisses with soft reminders for you to let them know if you need a break or to stop completely. Tommy slinks behind you and presses into your back. He breathes a sigh on your shoulder as he explores the curve of your backside and thighs. You can feel his hardness against your leg. You were now having a different sort of pity party, the kind where you hated that your breasts were causing so much discomfort that they demanded all the attention instead of the growing heat between your legs. Your dejected mood was lifted by the pampering, doting caresses and kisses being showered on you by Joel and Tommy. You were happy to let them take over the while you just stood there, absorbing it all. “Let’s get you over here, baby,” Joel instructed. He guided you to the bed and helped you to get on your hands and knees in the middle of the mattress. Your breasts dangled freely beneath you, and you would’ve been consumed with feeling like a literal cow now more than ever had it not been for all the soft sweeps and rubs across your body from them both. Despite your pains, you hummed contentedly at the hands gently caressing you, making you feel so surrounded by love.

“Mmm, fuck,” Tommy whispered as he gazed at your slick readily teeming. He had already learned from Maria’s pregnancy that it really did a number on how sensitive you became down there and the sort of orgasms you could experience with all the extra blood from pregnancy flooding the area. He tore his gaze from your arousal and sat on the bed, focusing on the task at hand. Joel sat on the other side of you, slowly stroking himself at the sight before him. Your belly dipping close to the mattress made his cock twitch. He wanted nothing more than to get behind you and shove every inch he had into you, but he forced his attention to taking care of the more pressing problem plaguing you. “Now what?” you asked breathily. Half because you were practically salivating at the two brothers attending to you at once. Half because you were incredibly pregnant and had diminished lung capacity at this stage. Your bump pushed into everything in your body as it expanded day after day.. “Now we get you freed up, sweetheart,” Tommy says, stroking your cheek gently. “Might hurt a lil, but we’ll help you through it,” Joel added. You almost giggled at his statement. You’d heard that many times before in somewhat similar scenarios as this with Joel and Tommy. “Okay,” you consent. The two brothers lay on either side of you on their backs and scooted underneath your breasts. “Make sure you get as much of it as you can,” Tommy instructs Joel, who grunts in acknowledgement. You stay there poised on all fours and brace yourself for the imminent contact. All at once both of your descending breasts found their way into the mouths of the men flanking you, and the suction started off deep and slow. Joel had been wrong when said it was going to hurt. This didn’t just hurt. This was excruciating. You howl sharply at the immediate, wrenching agony, prompting each of your attendants to bring a soothing hand to your body. You don’t tell them to stop, knowing you have to push through this part if you’re going to find relief. You whimper and tremble at the anguish. Tommy’s tongue does little circles along your tissue. His muscle memory kicked in, swirling his tongue just how he knows you like it. You wish you could appreciate it right now, but at this moment you are trying to stay upright and not crumple at the pain. Joel sucks ardently, dragging more and more of you into his mouth. His strokes on his dick have quickened, and you know it is partially due to the sounds of your pain. He no doubt was recalling how you scream out whenever he lands the entirety of his palm against your ass as he drives into you, not stopping until the red handprints threaten to pin prick blood. Or how under different circumstances your shrieks of bittersweet pleasure fill the room as Tommy mercilessly pinches and bites your nipples. Your core pulses at the memories. The warm wet of their mouths has started to loosen your chest after a few minutes. A small moan thrums in your chest when your swollen nipple is taken into the spongy, gummy edge of Joel’s throat. His gravelly hum sends a ricochet of vibration through your chest, eliciting a small jerk and gasp from you. The pain, slowly shifting into titillating pressure in your breasts, is reaching a crescendo as both brothers work your tissue in their mouths. Tommy moans as he sucks, diligently drawing you in and manipulating your tender, engorged flesh. Your own satisfied sound floats back in reply as he expertly works you, and a dropping sensation cascades in your breast. Joel strokes the inside of your thigh, ever attuned to your body and its needs. Usually the three of you naked in a room together meant lots of gruff sound bites and low, brusque comments and praises filtering through the air, but

this time it was the lewd sounds of suckles, slurps, and gulps punctuated with the occasional moan and gasp from you. It is music to your ears just the same. Tommy throats a groan when he knows he’s close to working his side out. He fists his length up and down feverishly. “Fuck, Tommy,” you whimper as you feel the rushing sensation of your blockage resolving. With a percussive, weighty pop, your expression lets down into Tommy’s mouth, his suckling motions deepening with fervent swallows as a strained moan spreads in his chest. Joel’s hand finds its way to your heat, sensing your impending ascension, and massages your folds and clit, already puffy with desire. You wail in relief and bliss as your walls spasm uncontrollably. Tommy’s groans and whimpers fill the room as your other breast lets down under Joel’s relentless pulls. You ride out your orgasm as both brothers tend to their work, the outrush of your gushing emission filling their mouths. The deep, low rolling noise thundering from Joel’s throat almost sends you careening into another climax. A soggy smacking noise accompanies the unlatching from their mouths, and in turn you warble a raspy, hitched breath. The melody of all these crude, carnal sounds is becoming your new favorite song. Your overworked nipples are engorged and seeping milky white liquid. The view of both your rescuers lying below you, speckles of your creamy fluid in their facial hair, sends a renewed warmth between your legs. Your breasts are no longer torturing you, and your mind focuses on one thing: the dual pleasure you are about to be inundated with. Joel and Tommy hop up from the mattress as you scoot on your knees to the edge of the bed. With one on each side, your face, neck, and arms are covered in a slew of kisses. You are gluttonous, taking in all their affections and gratuities. You begin to feel more like yourself from several months ago when the growing curves of your body and lush, ample stretches of flesh for them to grab and grope made you voracious with desire. That lecherous, insatiable craving came hurtling back into you at this moment. With your breasts now free of their burden, Tommy and Joel both indulge in fondling and groping them, throaty hums escaping them when you trickle onto their hands and moan. You inch back slightly as you lean into Joel’s thighs, taking his entire length into your mouth. His head snaps back and he chokes out a trill growl when he feels your throat twitch as his tip pierces into it. You use your other hand to wrap around Tommy’s girth and stroke. An inhale hisses through his teeth at your touch. You switch back and forth this way for a few minutes, making sure each gets the feel of you holding back a gag as you take them, plunging them fully and with fluid rhythm into your throat. Your spit is messy, thick, and glossy  as it coats them. You like how it spreads into a slimy trail down onto your chest and across your cheeks. You like how you unravel, all for them, and how they look on with adoration and reverence. They are all too willing to succumb to you, the temple of the woman where they kneel to worship any chance they get. “Can’t keep doin’ that or I’m gonna come,” Joel grunts, pushing you gently upright. The slobber dribbling down your chin only makes his resolve weaker. “So let my pussy take care of you,” you say coyly through your lashes. Joel is behind you in no time and easing his tip into you. You whine at the blissful stretch, having gone weeks without this perfect feeling. You bear your weight on your hands and knees once more as Joel drives into you. You waste no time taking Tommy into your mouth again.

“God damn, you look so pretty with my dick in your mouth,” Tommy purrs. He places his hands on the sides of your face and holds your head steady as he rocks into it with firm dives. You stifle your body’s involuntarily ejection of the bulk ravaging your esophagus. “Ah, fuck. This dick make you gag, sweetheart?” he drawls as he thrusts into your throat. You eagerly gargle him, intent on giving him and Joel both the pleasure they deserve after they so devotedly tended to you. Joel’s hips snapping into you and Tommy’s commentary quickly draw your second orgasm. “Mmmmm, you fuckin’ like when you’re talked to like that, huh?” Joel grunts as he pummels you through your surge of pleasure. “You like chokin’ on that cock, gettin’ you all sloppy?”  All you can do is moan in reply around Tommy in your mouth.

Tommy pulls out, and you gasp for air. Your saliva stringing a connecting line from his dick to your lips as he takes a step back. Joel slips himself out and pulls a whine from you at the sudden deficit.

“Don’t worry, baby. You’ll get more,” he taunts as he rubs your ass in infatuation.

“Can you both . . . ,” you trail off, looking between the two of them. They smile in understanding.

“Greedy little pussy,” Joel murmurs in your ear before laying on his back and resting his head on the pillow. “C’mon,” he says, helping you to straddle him.

He places your hands on the headboard and angles your hips back. Your belly hangs close to his stomach with little room to spare. Joel lines himself up with your entrance and pushes inside again. He allows himself a few grinding passes as Tommy positions himself against your back.

“This how you like bein’ filled up?” Tommy grunts into your ear.

You shiver at his hot breath fanning your face. You are quivering in anticipation until finally Tommy slides into your core. The burning stretch makes you cry out as you clench repeatedly on the two men buried in you.

“Fuckin’ comin’ just from gettin’ two cocks,” Joel grits out, gliding in and out of you in tandem with the other hardened appendage wedged into you. “Fuckin’ nasty girl takin’ all these cocks.”

“Hng- Nnnnnmmmmmmm,” Tommy grits into your neck as you tighten around them. “Little slut gets off jus’ knowin’ two dicks are gonna make a mess of this pussy.”

“Fu-uucck. Y-Yesss. Please- Please make a mess of my pussy,” you beg as your hips roll with your orgasm.

Joel’s thrusts strike harder with each pass. “Cunt’s gonna be drippin’ from these cocks.”

“Yes yes yes. Make me drip, baby. Soak me,” you shout, overwrought with sensual gratification.

Tommy’s pace matches Joel’s, and tears prick at your eyes as the sensation of them both alternating punishing drives pushes you to the brink. You can feel them crowded and paralleled inside you, spreading you open in their doubled girth -  a venomous honey you gladly swallow.

The sound of sweaty skin slopping and clapping together echoes off the walls. The cries, grunts, and rapid breathing swirl together in a resonating chant.

“Ahh-Mmm, Joel. Yes, baby. Fuck, right there, Joel,” you blurt as his hands dig into your hips to angle them just so. “You want me to put another baby in you, sweetheart?” Tommy pants, crashing his hips against your ass in furious thrusts. All you can manage is a choked hum of pleasure. “Fuckin’ slut doesn’t even know which one of these dicks put the first baby in there, huh?” Every part of you bobs, jiggles, and bounces with the unyielding pounding and slamming. “Yes, please, I want it. Please, please, fill me up,” you plead. “Cock drunk lil thing. Needy fuckin’ pussy,” Joel grunts. “Can’t jus’ have one cock soakin’ you. Needs two cocks soakin’ her pussy ‘til it’s spillin’ outta you.” The double rapidfire is sending a blooming quake through your center, and your fourth orgasm rips through you the moment you brush your clit against the pads of your fingers. You yell out in ecstasy at the crushing convulsions of your core constricting around your two companions. “Nhh- Aggnhhh- FUCK,” Tommy hisses as his hips begin to stutter. “Fuckin’ take it, sweetheart,” he growls into your ear as you feel his cock twitch and the warm flooding sensation spread. “Milk this fuckin’ dick, baby,” Joel gasps underneath you as he drives three forceful slams into you, grabbing onto your leaky breasts. You feel his wet warmth burst in a deluge inside you as he fills you with his spend. Your velvet walls squeeze and drain every last drop from them both, your body hungry to return the favor they had so ardently bestowed upon you. Your knuckles are white from gripping the headboard, holding on for support as Joel and Tommy’s hips slow. You try to catch your breath as you feel the abating twitches in your core. “That’s my fuckin’ girl,” Tommy laughs against your hair. He plants a sloppy peck on the nape of your neck before slowly pulling out. You flutter at the lost stretch. You let out one last content moan as the sticky wet feeling smears against your inner thighs as Joel’s wrecked dick glides out of you. Joel guides you off him, and you ache with the sudden emptiness. “I got you, baby,” he murmurs as he nuzzles your neck. The sheets of the bed are a tangled, sopping wreck. You can only imagine what you must look like. “Let’s get you cleaned up, honey,” Joel suggests, planting a small kiss on your cheek. “Let you relax a little more,” Tommy adds as he rubs your belly gently from behind. Joel starts a hot shower for you both, waiting for the right temperature to fall from the shower head as he tests the spray with his hand. Tommy helps you out of the bed and into a standing position. He wraps his arms around you from behind and cradles your belly under his interlaced fingers, lifting the strain of it off your back. You whine a sigh at the newfound weightlessness you hadn’t known for months now. “Thank you, baby. For everything,” you murmur. “Anything for you, sweetheart,” he utters into your neck. Tommy holds the weight of your belly for a few moments as he sways you both back and forth. You rest your head against his shoulder, wishing this would never end.

Joel has double checked the water temperature, ensuring your comfort, before beckoning you into the bathroom. “Gonna let go now,” Tommy coos, slowly letting up his hold. You swear your belly weighs more now than a few minutes ago before Tommy lifted it. You grouch at the returned heft. “Gotta get back to Maria, sweetheart,” Tommy says as he gives you a slow goodbye kiss. You pout, wishing he would stay and not cut your twofold pampering session short. Tommy smiles down at you. “Don’t worry. I’ll be back soon enough,” he reassures you. “Okay,” you concede. Tommy leads you to the bathroom and is gone with one last kiss, getting dressed and heading back home. You slip into the shower and exhale slowly at the feeling of hot water running down your body. Just a few days ago this felt like tiny daggers stabbing at your breasts. Now thanks to your two admirers, you can relax and let the heat wash over you just as the post-intimacy calm does through you now. “I love you,” you murmur to Joel as he starts to soap you up. “I love you, too, darlin’,” he replies.

It’s full on rawdoubledog dare ya nasty filth up in this piece hahaha. I’m talkin bout that BOGO dick, ya feel me?

And I’m not gonna pretend like I’m not mad jealous of our Milky Mommy®. Could you IMAGINE ughhhhhh. 

[Something something joke play on words “It’s Miller Time” something something.]

Art in graphic is a transformation of the work by artist René Antoine Houasse.

Catch ya later, ♥Puddles♥

[ezziefae]

Part 1 THOUGHTS ON THE PRISONERS THRONE PROLOGUE!!! (SPOILERS)

In case you haven’t read it yet, here’s the link !! (have fun jurdan fans)

noww…its time to release my excitement..

I have so much to say and i don’t even know where to start, but mannn what a way to start the prologue, starting off by Oak sleeping with any folk that might be a potential threat to his family.

oh just imagine what her reaction was when she found out oak has been taken prisoner and has been bridled. I can definitely see oriana heavily disliking wren. and i don’t blame her.

DOING WHAT?? HMMMM THE SHOCK U WILL FEEL WHEN U FIND OUT WHAT YOUR SON HAS BEEN DOING

MOTHER AND FATHER ARE BACKKKK. I’m running circles yallll…

Okay so they seem to be in good terms with each other..for now…

LEANDER!!

oak is a lion in sheep’s clothing. everyone thinks he’s this innocent prince, but just wait till they find out how unhinged this guy is.

Disclaimer: everytime jude and cardan speak, i scream internally. I cannot keep my excitement.

“Should i pass from this world”

IF HE PASSES I PASS AS WELL. GET MY GRAVE READY.

I LOVE how when cardan speaks, he has a soft tone, and then here we have jude who speaks in a scary demanding tone. this woman will keep reminded the folk why they should be scared of her. They���re perfect for each other.

He’s super confident in believing that he won’t be king. even since the stolen heir, he’s mentioned how he will not be king, and that jude and cardan should reign for many centuries and have dozens of children. I wonder if he’s right? As far as we know, oak WILL be king, but will be truly become the king of elfhame?? (bangs head on wall)

part two here

[munkustance]

Hmmmm what did Macavity do to get banished/ leave the jellicles in ur hc?

Oooh this is a good one. Well I have two versions that I think of regularly but I'll just talk about the one I have a full on story for.

...yeah so I might have gotten a bit carried away... whoops. So let me just, tldr: big ego not good.

Ehem, hope you'll enjoy 😅

Ever since he was born Macavity was told that he was special, more special than any other cat. Because he had magic, something the Jellicle tribe had been lacking the last few years since the last magical cat became the Jellicle choice.

His mother Grizabella was the most proud out of everyone. She showered her son with praises day in and day out, overcome with the sensation of her son being special. His father, Old Deuteronomy, was just like his mate in the begining. But rather than praising his son Deut choose to train him, train him to use his power for good, to help the tribe and other cats around him. And Macavity did, earning even more praises from the others. Nobody being any wiser about effecting the ginger cat's ego. Well, old Deut was starting to have his concerns. And they grew more and more when Grizabella had their second son Munkustrap.

Macavity hated his brother even before he was born, constantly thinking how the unborn kit would take his place, take his attention, take his spotlight. His grin had never been wider when Munkustrap was born with not a singel speck of magic inside of him. Not soon after the kit craze dulled down the attention returned to Macavity, and he loved it. And so did Grizabella, she never stopped showering Macavity with praise. After all, he was growing into a young powerful tom.

But once again Old Deut saw the same thing, only differently. The constant praise was making his son into something Deut feared, a powerful powerhungry magical cat. He tried to talk with Grizabella about it but she refused to listen. Why don't you focus on the other one and I'll focus on Mac, she had said, cold in the tone but meaning every word. The other one soon became the other two.

Tugger, or The Rum Tum Tugger as he prefered to be called, was born. This time Macavity hadn't been worried at all. Munku didn't have magic in him so this one wouldn't either. Because they weren't special, he was. As the months passed Macavity realised something, the difference between his two brothers, the difference in opinion on him. Macavity had hated Munkustrap from the start so their relationship had always been the one most thin, the one most likely to snap in two. But Tugger, he liked Mac, because he was special.

Macavity started enjoying his younger brother too, or rather, started enjoying how desperate Tugger was to make Macavity like him. He could flick Tugger's ear and he would pretend it didn't hurt. He could slap Tugger a bit to hard on his arm and Tugger would try to hide himself rubbing his paw against the same spot. He could punch Tugger in the stomach and he would try to hide his tears. He could just a flick of his magic to light a bit of his fur on fire and Tugger would try his best not to gasp. He could practise his powers on Tugger and he would try but fail not to scream in pain.

It was one long winter night where a silent scream rang through Munkustrap's ears. He hated how fast he knew who it belonged to. He ran to his mother and woke her up. I don't care, she had said, let him practise it will be fine. She wouldn't even let him tell her who rather than what he was practising on. With the dismissive tone from Grizabella, Munkustrap once again ran. He tried listening to the scream again only to realise it had gone quiet. So he ran, searching every corner of the junkyard before he finally heard the tiniest sound of somebody sobbing. And he found them. He found Macavity flicking peppels at a shaking fluff of fur on the muddy ground.

Munkustrap screamed horror, said scream echoing throughout the otherwise quiet junkyard. For the final time he ran, he ran straight over to, what he desided right in that moment, his only brother. Putting himself between him and the stranger infront of them. Expecting nothing other than the worst Munkustrap was shocked when he was only met by an annoyed glare from his former brother. Almost as if Munkustrap had interupted his playtime, not even as if. He had.

Jennyanydots was the first of many to arrive. Without a single word to any of them she went over to Tugger, the curled up tom still quietly sobbing. Minute by minute more cats arrived, all reacting in various degrees of horror at the scene infront of them. Not before long Jenny was able with the help of three other cats remove the two younger Deuteronomy brothers from the situation. Macavity's glare never leaving Munkustrap's view.

The adult cats started circling around Macavity as the air around them clogged their thought's with even more horror and fear. It was then that Grizabella finally appeared. She broke the circle by pushing herself through, hissing at the cats around her son. When they tried to tell her what Macavity had done she refused to listen, yelling over their voices telling them that they were just jealous over her son's powers.

The morning soon came and with it Old Deuteronomy arrived at the junkyard having spent the night together with Bustopher Jones and his sister. He had been there to help care for the two new kittens that had been born the day before. But when he had felt the air shift during the last hours of the night he quickly made his way back. The young tom Alonzo came with him after Deut had urged him to. When they arrived the air was thick. Too many cats looked his way as they stood now uncertain and unsafe around his oldest son. And he understood... the fear he'd had all these years finally showed itself in the most truest of forms.

And in that moment Old Deuteronomy banished his son, his heart only breaking when Grizabella refused to leave their son's side. Yelling at him that he was wrong, that Macavity had done nothing wrong, that the whole tribe was just wrong. She left with him, even helping him urge the young queen Demeter to come with them, despite the other cats pleads for her not to she eventually caved in and left together with them. Old Deuteronomy's heart was broken, just like his family.

[theoneandonlyneonleon]

Wouldn't trade this for the world

wowee I wrote something 😍😍

Tsym @amorvincitomnia-14 (my lovely wife 💕💕💕) for the request

gn!reader x r!Leo

1,033 words (ik its not a lot, but its good and I like it so suck an egg)

Reader is stressed and overworked so Leo decides to help

No particular warnings, just some fluff <33

"Argh! I *have* the right formula, *why* aren't I getting they right answer??" You groan in frustration. You were on your fourth hour studying- or was it your sixth? Either way, you'd been here a while. The school library was almost becoming a second home to you. Your friend April speaks up, watching as you slump against the table and bury your face in your arms. "Yknow, you don't have to spend *all* your time studying- you could..... Take a break? Eat something? Spend time with people other than your study group and these ancient textbooks? Yknow, normal healthy people stuff?" You sigh, looking up at her from your arms. "I can't take a break. Not with exams right around the corner! If I wanna pass them, I *have* to study." You turn your attention back to the textbook, determined to figure out how to solve this equation. April closes the book. "Your brain can't work under all this stress Y/N. You *need* to rest. Why dont you stop by the lair? Leo won't stop whining about how much he misses you." Hmmmm.... It *had* been a while since you saw your boyfriend- or any of the turtles for that matter. Maybe a break would serve some use... "I'll think about it" you say, reopening the thick heavy book to the right page. April sighs, shaking her head as she grabs her backpack. "Alright then Y/N. See you around." With that, she exits the library. Now its just you, your notes, and a whole lotta studying.

˚⊹♡2 hours later♡⊹˚

God how long have you been here? You're starting to despise that familiar library smell of books and old lady perfume. You look at your phone to check the time. 10:13?? Damn..... You've been here a while.... You set your phone down and lean back in your wildly uncomfortable plastic school chair, exhaling a breath. You should probably go home. You load all your books and notes into your backpack and sling it over one shoulder, before immediately switching it to the other side. Thank you shoulder pain. You slide your phone into your pocket and exit the library out the back. As you step outside, cool air, a nice contrast to the hot stuffy library, hits you in the face as you stand and take a breath. Starting your commute back to your apartment, you put your headphones on and turn on some music. By the time you finally reach home, exhaustion clings to you like a thick heavy cloud. Man, you've been working a lot haven't you? Your phone pings with a text message from Leo; with all the studying, you've barely spent time with him. 💙Leo💙: 'Mi amor, I miss you 😢 Would you be up to hang out?' On one hand, you would *absolutely* like to spend time with him! But on the other, youre exhausted and overworked and just need a nap. You: 'I'm sorry babe 😟 I've been studying for exams all day and I'm just really tired 😞 I promise we'll spend time together at some point though' You send the text, knowing you're about to disappoint the nicest boy in the entire world; but you you're too tired to care. You change into something comfy; sweatpants and a t-shirt you "borrowed" from Leon; and head to the kitchen to get a glass of water. You return to your room, setting the water on your nightstand before climbing into bed and switching off the lamp. You get to sleep for some 30 odd minutes before you're awoken by a knock on your window. You sit up and turn on the light, your eyes taking a moment to adjust to the light. Looking at the window, you see none other than the one and only Neon Leon standing on the fire escape outside your window, waiting to be let in. Somewhat reluctantly, you pull yourself out of the soft warm embrace of bed and blankets to open the window, chilly air blowing in and pricking goosebumps on your arms. "Is that my SIX shirt? Ive been looking everywhere for that" Leo asks as he climbs in, bringing a plastic grocery bag in with him. "Thought I told you I was too tired to hang out" you say as you shut the window. "Youre dodging the question" he teases; "And I figured if youre too tired to come and spend time with yours truly, id come and be tired with you." He smiles at you, setting the bag on the bed and digging through it. "I got your favorite snacks, candies, that tea you like, and I even nabbed Donnie's laptop so we can watch something! And if you're not up for watching a movie, we can just sleep together. Well not *sleep together* sleep together- like- snuggling and napping together- yknow?" You can help but chuckle at him. He's such a dorky loser; but at least he's *your* dorky loser. You hug him, burying your fave in his neck to take in that familiar scent of peppermint sticks and black cherry merlot soap. "You're so amazing," you say, kissing his cheek and stepping back to look at him; "And it is your shirt" You smile cheekily as he scunches his nose and squints at you. "Why you little- that's my favorite shirt!" He says in faux outrage, bringing in the dramatics (something he's rather good at). "Thats why I took it. You wear it the most, so it smells like you" Leo can't help but blush. "You like my smell?" "Course I do. Makes me feel like I'm with you, even when I'm not." He wraps you in a hug, planting a sweet kiss to your lips. "Well I'm here now mi amor"

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The rest of the night is spent lying in bed with Leo, sipping raspberry tea, and watching the Great British Bake Off. You eventually end up falling asleep cuddled up next to him with his arm wrapped around you, holding you close in a warm embrace and god were you lucky to have a boyfriend like him. As you lay sleeping next to him, you know you wouldn't trade this for the world.

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