#yes they were made to walk around on all fours while wearing a collar

[gallifreyanhotfive]

To my lovely friend who asked about this specific scene, welcome to the EDAS. I hope you enjoy your stay!

[rodolfoparras]

barking at your brat!mike. absolutely feral. put a collar on that man IMMEDIATELY. holy shit wait what if it has a bell or even a little nametag so he can't forget who he belongs to <3

Brat!Mike who does his best to prevent any noises from escaping his lips even when it feels like he’s being split open on your cock, only for the bell on his collar to chim, matching the erratic pace of his hips and giving away just how desperate he is for his release.

Brat!Mike who likes to rile you up by making you jealous but at the end of the day he kneels at your feet, stark naked and leash tied to the chair you’re sitting in, while desperately begging for some sort of release, and it’s you who tugs at the leash around his throat, bending and turning his body into whatever position you want, splitting him open on your cock, and it’s you who raises goosebumps on his body as you toy with the collar he’s wearing, while someone attempts to flirt with him.

Brat!Mike feeling so lightheaded and afloat while you bully your cock into his hole, the only thing keeping him grounded is the collar pressing tightly into his throat

Brat!Mike who likes to rile you up with his mouth, flinging sharp words to nip at your skin only to walk into a room with his head bowed, hands behind his back, with only the words yes sir, please sir, thank you sir slipping past his lips or even down on all four, quiet as a mouse, crawling over to you while the bell on his collar chims as he makes his way over to where you’re sitting

Sending Brat!Mike off to work, collar neatly hidden under his uniform and telling him to be good only for him to get needy during his shift, pulling out his cock and jerking himself off while tugging at his collar like you would if you were here, and of course he’ll send you a picture of the mess he made, ensuring you’d punish him for misbehaving

Brat!Mike who isn’t used to being taken care of, feeling heat creep up his ears necks and cheeks when you take the time to pick out the perfect collar for him, trying out different sizes on him, hand ever so gentle on his throat and eyes closely inspecting the collar, calloused fingers brushing over different types of fabrics, making sure it’s not too rough on his soft skin, even going as far as to pick a collar in the color that seems to compliment him the most

Brat!Mike who won’t admit how much his collar means to him only to lose his minds when something happens to it, falling in subdrop so fast you have to gently coax him out of it, holding him tightly in your embrace showering him in kisses while promising you’ll get the old one replaced

[tawfu]

walk ‘em like a dog

cw: sub heizou, dom reader, gn reader, pet play, exhibitionism, public humiliation, masochism (incl. physical harm), dacryphilia, shoe humping, cum eating

wc: 1.1k

Summary: You take Heizou for a stroll around town.

Heizou is quite a well known figure in Inazuma, considering he’s the biggest hotshot among detectives. But more importantly, he’s your pet, and today, you decided to take him out for a night of bonding activities.

Said pet currently sits on his knees in front of you, body bare and covered in questionable bruises and fists resting on his knees. The only thing he’d been wearing throughout the whole day was a pair of light brown dog ears, and a cute tail plug to match.

His eyes are looking up at you expectedly as he leans his head upwards to expose more of his neck to you, showing off the collar he so proudly wears in front of everyone.

You can see his eyes sparkle when you secure the leash onto his collar, the satisfying click causing Heizou to wiggle in place.

He loved the serious look in your eyes as you inspected him, letting out a sympathetic hiss as you pressed on one of the bruises littered on his collarbone, making Heizou wince in discomfort.

“You poor thing, these must hurt,” you coo condescendingly, knowing that you were the cause of each and every one of them. He nods slightly in response, shuddering at the way you smile down at him. He can recall every memory that came with those bruises.

Whether it was to mark him as your property, or to simply hurt him for your own amusement, he loved seeing the physical proof of his devotion to you.

You run your hand through his hair, letting out a sigh of contentment before getting up.

“Let’s go.”

Heizou’s fluffy tail almost looked like it was wagging in excitement as he crawled behind you, too slow for your liking, so you pulled on the leash harshly and he yelped, moving frantically to match your pace.

A short while later, you arrived in Inazuma City. The roads were fairly empty at this time in the evening, with only a few fair maidens in sight. However, it only made your pet stand out more, and he watched as they shot him judgemental looks and whispered amongst themselves, eyes widened at the unwanted display. Oh god, they definitely recognized him, didn’t they?

It humiliated him to no end, but despite the low whimpers of shame he let out in an attempt to catch your attention, you only continued to walk nonchalantly, shooting the women a friendly smile as you passed them. 

After what felt like ages, you arrived at Ogura Textiles & Kimonos, your puppy trailing behind you, head bowed in embarrassment as he tried to conceal his presence. 

“Welcome to Ogura Textiles & Kimonos. What can I do for…” the owner trails off mid sentence, eyes slowly wandering downwards when she notices the naked, leashed human by your side. It seems that Heizou’s efforts were to no avail. 

He looked up at her with a ruddy face, and he could feel himself twitch at the way she stared at him slack-jawed. He whined, rubbing his cheek on your calf, not knowing what to do now that he’s completely distracted the woman.

You look down at him, smiling once more, before grabbing his hair roughly to pull him away from you. Heizou whimpered in response, mumbling sorry’s, but it only served to irritate you further. 

You push him to the ground with your foot and as he falls to the side, you deliver a harsh kick to his stomach, causing Heizou to scream in both pain and pleasure. Yes, this is what he lived for, to be treated like he’s a puppet, to be played with, to be the dirt beneath your feet.

“Don’t you dare disrupt us again.” you spit, and Heizou keeps his eyes cast downwards as he nods, getting back on all fours silently with one arm clutching his stomach to soothe the pain as he feels his eyesight blur from tears of delicious humiliation.

He was trying his hardest to hold back now that his dick had hardened to the point of leaking, but all he could do was try to rub his legs together discreetly, anxiety pooling in his gut in fear that you would catch him, but luckily, you paid him no mind.

It didn’t do much to relieve the ache he felt, but he was glad that he could catch the precum drooling from his tip on his thighs. He could only imagine what you’d do if he dirtied the ground.

You apologized for the misbehavior and the rest of your conversation with the now mortified woman continued as normally as it could after what she had just witnessed, and finally, you left, tugging on the leash in your hand with enough force to choke your pet. The coughs he let out made you shudder in delight as you smiled to yourself.

The two of you stayed silent as you walked home, with Heizou trying his hardest to be good for you, to not make a sound as he sobbed at the way he’d been treated, and due to the excruciating pain he felt on his stomach and scraped knees. 

At last, you arrived at your doorstep, unlocking the door and leading Heizou to kneel once more in front of you as you sat yourself on the couch. Moving one of your boots closer to him, you looked at him with disgust, seeing the obvious effect your treatment towards him had, and how shamelessly he spread his legs to ensure you saw his reddened cock jump.

“Hurry up, filthy whore.”

“Yes!” he exclaimed, quickly maneuvering so that his dick rested on your shoe as he began to frantically hump it, hands moving to tug at his nipples as he cries out at the rough feeling of the cold leather on his skin. It hurts and he can barely get enough friction, but he’s so pent up that he will take anything you give him. 

You slowly move your foot away from him and he whines loudly, pleading with you with tears falling from his eyes that you keep it under his cock as he wouldn’t dare to touch it himself, and with a chuckle, you bring it back where he wants it most.

It doesn’t take very long for Heizou to finish. He looks like a lovesick puppy, hearts in his eyes and drool escaping his lips as he ruts against your shoe until it’s stained with ropes of cum.

 “O-oh… Thank you! I love you!” he yelps.

You don’t even have to speak after he gets out of his post orgasm haze, because Heizou immediately leans down, throwing a teasing look your way as he laps up the mess he made on your shoe, swallowing it loudly and sticking his tongue out to show you how well he cleaned it. 

You caress his cheek with your thumb, wiping his tears away as you praise him for his manners, and he smiles up at you as he leans into your touch.

Correction, Heizou is a lovesick puppy.

[reneesghostinthelivingroom]

Hello! I was wondering if I could request a Poly!plastic x reader where the reader is a hockey player at northsore and its hockey szn so every player on the team has to where a suit for a big game coming up but the plastics think reader looks so fucking hot in the suit and might pull them away for a quick make out sesh 🌝 because who would let there girlfriend walk around looking that good without doing something 🤭

Time to Shine part 1

part 2 ||

|| poly!plastics x genderfluid!reader

|| Warnings; public make out session, flirting, pretty Regina focused, hinted at sex, swearing, short drabble, light smut

|| Summary; when reader shows up at school after practice in a suit, they're meet with three needy girlfriends.

Requests open!

Started; october 28th

Finished; october 28th

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Hockey season. You were hyped, you'd been waiting all year for this. This was your time to shine. When you came into school that afternoon wearing a suit after some practice before a big game, your girlfriends nearly lost it. They'd never seen you in a suit before and they definitely weren't complaining. Regina was the first to speak up about it when they walked over to you.

"Jesus Christ, come here." She practically purred, you swore there was more desire in her eyes than normal. Which made you smirk a little.

"What was that?" You couldn't help but tease your favourite blonde.

"Mama, you're going to come to school dressed like that and expect us not to drool? You're like- the definition of fetch right now." Gretchen couldn't take her eyes off you. You laughed a little and looked to Karen, whose eyes were wide and her mouth open.

"Sorry did you say something?" She blinked after a moment, Regina rolled her eyes.

"Don't make me repeat myself." You looked to Regina, whose eyes were now narrowed at you and you grinned. Easily moving closer to her. She grabbed you by the collar of your suit and dragged you to the closest bathroom. The other two following eagerly behind.

When you got there, Regina shoved you into a stall and down onto the toilet before straddling your lap. Her hands cupped your cheeks as she caught your lips in a desperate, needy kiss.

Gretchen and Karen followed after; the four of you cramped up in one stall. While Regina kissed you, Gretchen and Karen kept themselves occupied with each other. Lips moving in sync. Luckily the bathroom happened to be empty, so nobody could hear the soft grunts and moans they made. Regina's hands went to your suit, working to pull it away from your shoulder and leave you in the button up. She broke the kiss, biting your lower lip to get a gasp out of you. Your eyes were already clouded over with desire.

"Fuck you're so hot in red.." Regina muttered, taking in the sight of your red button up. You grinned at her and leaned back.

"I look better without it." If she was going to flirt with you, you were going to flirt right back. She matched your grin and started getting the buttons undone, kissing at your neck. Gretchen came over and leaned up against Regina's back, giving you a deep kiss while Karen kissed at Gretchen's neck. More little moans echoed off the stall. How nobody could hear you you didn't know, you were just grateful the halls seemed to be empty.

The four of you only stopped because of the bell ringing, knowing that the bathrooms get pretty filled during transition times. Regina glared towards the ceiling, she really hated that bell.

"Fuck." She muttered, she looked to you and pointed her finger on your chest," you better keep that on tonight."

"Yes, ma'am." You gave her a joking salute, which got a laugh out of Karen. Knowing you were definitely in for a night.

[mentally-gone002]

is it too early to love you? - final part (7)

(moodboard made by moi)

part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5, part 6, part 7

summary: reader and spencer meet in the afternoon like they’d promised to play chess and get coffee. everything is prefect and comfortable, even as reader gets brave enough to do something she felt sorry for not doing sooner. 

a/n: gang… i don’t wanna end this one… but idk what i should do past this part😭😭😭 but if yall want more just request smth cuz im obsessed with how this turned out🤓 ALSO ty for all the love you’re given this series, ive had a blast writing this (literally destroyed my sleep schedule i made because i go back to school in like four days or some bullshit) and it’s rlly awesome being a writer that makes fun little things that ppl end up loving!!!! so big ty to all of yall who’ve been reading 

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was this too much?

i stared at myself in the mirror as i adjusted the collar of my sweater with my fingers. 

i’m just going to see my best friend, so why am i dressing like this is a date? and why am i so nervous. 

it’s a good nervous. the kind that had an entire rabble of butterflies fluttering around my stomach.

it wasn’t fancy, just a casual outfit that he’d definitely never seen me in before. i would wear this on a date though. on an occasion like this one.

i stepped away from my reflection. it was 11:30 and it wouldn’t take me longer than ten minutes to get to the coffee shop but i got my shoes on anyway. it doesn’t hurt to be early. 

i left my apartment in a giddy rush. my feet were louder on the stairs than usual due to my quick pace. 

one of my neighbors who was walking inside gave me an amused smile. “what’re you getting up to today?” she asked. 

i directed my eyes towards her. “i’m going to see a friend.” my lips were pinned in a smile. 

she grinned widely. “is it that boy who’s always coming over? the handsome tall one with brown hair?” 

“maybe.” i nodded. 

she gave me a knowing look. “oh honey, are you sure he’s just a friend?”

i tried to hide the flush over my cheeks. “i’m sure.” 

“okay.” she nodded slowly like she wasn’t convinced. “i’ll know when he’s more than that.” 

i rolled my eyes and left the building, deciding to walk instead of drive. maybe it’ll help my energy levels. 

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i was cold by the time i got to the coffee shop. the autumn air was motionless apart from when cars would drive past me on the street, and the chill bit at my face and hands, even though i had them hidden in the sleeves of my sweater. it was bearable though. 

“welcome in!” 

the cheerful voice of a barista behind the counter mingled with the bell above the door and the chatter of customers placed across the establishment. it was warm inside and it smelled like coffee, for obvious reasons. 

“hey.” a familiar voice sounded behind me. i turned around to look at spencer while he closed the shop door behind himself. 

“hi.” i smiled. 

“have you been here long?” he wondered. 

i shook my head and freed my hands from my sleeves. “no. i got here a minute or two ago…” spencer’s hand on my face had me trailing off. his fingers moved some of my hair away from my eyes.

“did you walk?” his brows were pinched together, more so as i nodded. “it’s cold out.” 

i smiled. he’s too sweet. “i’m okay. it’s not that bad.” i promised him through the tone of my voice and the look i gave him through my lashes. 

he smiled softly with a nod. “good.” 

“we still have a chess game to go play, so you better not let the temperature get to you.” my hand reached out to gently clamp around his wrist so i could pull him after me into the short line so we could get our coffees and then walk to the park. 

“can i try yours?” i asked while walking down the sidewalk, outside again. i gestured to his coffee by tapping the side of it with my index finger. our arms brushed as we walked. 

spencer hummed a ‘yes’ as he handed off his cup to me. 

i excitedly took his cup and sipped from it, cautiously because i’ve heard morgan say that it would put him in a coma if he had more than a sip of it after mixing up an order. this happened years ago but morgan still talks about it.

he was right because when the drink hit my tongue i closed my eyes, pulling a face at how sweet it was. “jesus!”

spencer’s sweet laughter swirled inside my head. he gently took his cup back. “too sweet?” 

i nodded quickly. “yeah. how do you drink that everyday?” i sipped my own coffee to try and get rid of the sugar that still lingered on my tongue. 

when we kissed he tasted like that.

he shrugged. “i don’t know, I’m just used to it i guess.”

our arms brushed again because i can’t walk in a straight line but he didn’t seem to mind. “what did you get?” he quizzed. 

i read the barista’s handwriting on the side of the cup. it was what i got whenever i went to a coffee shop but i still liked to get my answer right. “a half dark half white chocolate mocha with caramel. i got a double shot of espresso today so… we’ll see how that plays out.” my eyes trailed up to his face while we stopped at the crosswalk across from the park. he glanced down at me, eyes all content. his pupils were blown wide which made it hard to see the brown of his eyes. 

“don’t get a caffeine rush on me.” spencer told me. “i might not be able to handle you.” 

i scoffed with a squint of my eyes. “please, you’re able to handle me no matter what.” 

he agreed with me. 

while we were stepping away from the safety of the sidewalk i mindlessly grabbed spencer’s hand. it was just a habit i’ve always had. an instinct to reach out and hold onto whoever i was with while crossing the street. 

when we reached the other side i quickly released his hand. i met his eyes with my own. “sorry. force of habit.” i smiled shyly. 

spencer smiled back. “it’s okay.” 

he found an empty table to play chess at, which was the only one that wasn’t occupied. i never knew people favored playing chess in a park so much until now.

i sat down on a stone chair on one side of the board while spencer sat across from me, pulling a box of chess pieces out of his bag. i watched him slide the white colored pieces over to me. “do you just carry those around all the time?” i wondered while placing all the pieces in the correct places. 

“yeah.” he nodded. 

i smiled. “you have a marry poppins bag.” 

“i love marry poppins.” spencer hummed. 

i laughed quietly in endearment. he’s really pretty today. 

“okay,” i put my hands flush against one another and rubbed them together. “prepare to loose.” i slid one piece forward.

spencer shook his head. “in your dreams.” he moved a piece. 

i watched him and processed a few things i could do before moving. 

we went back and forth in silence for a few minutes before i looked up at him. he was looking at the board with furrowed brows. “when did you learn to play?” 

spencer moved a piece before answering. “when i was a kid. me and my mom would play a lot.” he focused on my lips for a moment before shifting to my eyes. he smiled almost timidly. 

i stole one of his pieces with my next move. it was held between my fingers beside my face. “gotcha.” i whispered. 

he took a piece of mine and mirrored me. “you were saying?”

i frowned. “you’re mean.” i moved again.

“this is all part of the game.” he laughed as we kept playing. 

i rested my head in my hand and stared at the pieces in thought. i moved another piece over the board before taking a quick sip of coffee. 

the park was nice today. there were a lot of people walking or sitting or playing chess like us. it was comfortable. i don’t know why i haven’t come here as much. 

spencer’s hair fell over his face when a light breeze blew through the park and i wanted to reach out and brush it out of his eyes. 

i don’t remember moving my arms to do so, but i leaned across the small table and did so anyway. spencer didn’t take his eyes off of mine, not while i was moving his hair with my fingertips on his skin, and not when his hand mirroring mine took the one in his hair in his own. he intertwined our fingers and i thought i was dreaming as he moved so our elbows were propping our joined hands over the board. 

he nonchalantly went back to the game, taking one of my pieces. “your move.” he squeezed my hand to snap me out of my trance the physical contact put me in. 

i nodded, pursing my lips. “right.” i felt like there was more attention on me and it made my focus dwindle. i still moved a piece that spencer took after a few moves, but he smoothed his thumb over the small extent of my hand he could touch. 

i smiled suddenly as i took a piece of his. “while i was leaving my building my neighbor asked me where i was going. when i told her i was seeing a friend she asked ‘the handsome tall one with brown hair’ and i thought that was such an accurate description of you.” i sipped more of my coffee. being outside had cooled it down significantly. 

spencer squeezed my hand that i was convinced he wasn’t ever going to let go. i met his eyes. “you think i’m…” he trailed off momentarily while he moved another piece. “tall?” he asked, that stupid but addicting smile slipped onto his lips. 

i scoffed, mouth open in an amused smile. “yes, yes i do.” i nodded with a laugh. “all 6’1 of you.” 

spencer’s eyes were so soft on mine. they were just full of adoration and endearment. i didn’t have a problem with getting lost in them. i’d get more lost just in his company every day. 

“you’re so beautiful…” his voice was so quiet i wouldn’t have caught what he’d said if i wasn’t looking at him. i read his lips in slow motion. 

“thank you.” 

we played the rest of the game in silence and secret glances. spencer won which didn’t surprise me. he told me i was good though, and that must mean i’m really good if its coming from him. 

spencer let go of my hand so that we could put the pieces away. my hand got cold immediately. i worked quickly to group the colors of pieces and slide them over to him. 

when we left the table, people immediately occupied it. i laughed slightly. 

“is there this many people here often?” i asked, my hand brushing his as we walked. 

he slowly interlaced our fingers again, being casual with it. “this isn’t the busiest it’s been.” he replied. i nodded, looking down at our joined hands. 

my feet stopped moving across the sidewalk and spencer stopped with me. “you okay?” 

i looked up at him, searching his eyes for what he must have searched mine for when he’d first kissed me. 

i wanted to kiss him. 

i can’t deny that anymore. 

so in the middle of the park in the afternoon i did just that. i stood on my toes and kissed him. my chest pressed against his and i swear i could feel his quickened heartbeat while our lips gently pressed together. 

spencer dropped my hand to cradle my face, meaning i couldn’t pull away so soon. and i was just fine with that. 

i slid my hand around his waist to his back. my palms pressed flat into him, making a soft hum pass from him to me. 

when we did pull away for breath, spencer whispered, “it’s not too early to love me.” his forehead pressed against mine. 

i smiled. “you heard me that night?”

“yeah.” he nodded subtly. “and i’ve played it over and over again in my head.” 

i smiled, tilting my head to kiss him once. “it sounds like you love me.” i ran my hands down his back. 

“i do.” he whispered. “i really do.” 

my head rested on his chest as i hugged him closer. his arms wrapped around me in an instant. “i’m sorry i made you wait for me.” i muttered. 

“i’d wait for you no matter what.” spencer replied, kissing the top of my head. 

i smiled in content, breathing in his scent that was like a muscle relaxant. everyone and everything around me and him just faded away. 

until both of us got a phone call. 

i frowned and dug into my pocket to answer the same time as spencer. 

“hello?” 

“hello my lovely, we have a case and need you here ASAP.” penelope’s cheerful voice filled my ear. i sighed and looked up at spencer as he gave me the same look. 

i nodded. “okay. we’ll start heading over.” 

“who’s ‘we’?” penelope asked. 

“me and spencer.” i replied, not really caring if she freaks out because it’s worth it for him. 

she squealed over the line. spencer had already hung up and was waiting for me. “that’s so adorable. okay, get here quick, hotch is looking at me impatiently.”

“okay. see you soon.” 

“bye!”

i shoved my phone back into my pocket. “there goes the weekend.” i took spencer’s hand as we walked to where his car was parked. 

“i’m glad we got to do this.” he told me. i smiled, running my thumb against his hand. 

“me too.” i agreed. 

spencer stopped in the middle of the sidewalk to kiss me once. i giggled with my eyes closed. “what was that for?” i wondered. 

“just to make sure this is real.” he replied. 

i stood on my toes to kiss him again. “it is.” 

he kissed me one more time, which resulted in some guy telling us to ‘get a room’ to which i started laughing, head leaned back. 

spencer started dragging me to his car with that, we were in the safety of it when he kissed me one last time. 

“the team is waiting.” i reminded him. 

his eyes went wide. “i forgot.” he chuckled softly. 

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when we made it to the roundtable room morgan whistled at us. “about time.” 

i smiled awkwardly and sat down, spencer following right beside me. “sorry. my car wouldn’t start.” i lied. 

“ah yes, so you repaid pretty boy with a kiss?” 

i whipped my head towards spencer and noticed a mark from the tinted chapstick i was wearing on his lips. i discretely used my fingers to wipe away any color that escaped my lips. “that’s not from me that’s from… a random girl on the street.” i avoided everyone’s eyes while attempting not to smile. “she thought he was handsome.” 

the whole team exchanged a series of unconvinced looks. hotch was the first to speak. “start the brief garcia.” 

with that she got started, talking about the new case full of gruesome details that i only heard half of. i was too distracted by the way spencer grabbed my hand under the table and squeezed it to assure we were okay. 

the team definitely didn’t believe any of what i’d just said but it didn’t really matter. neither of us cared. 

it definitely wasn’t too early to love him. 

[maarriiii]

Creep | Jason Todd

A/N: rip to this post and all the notes but thank god I still have the copy

Summary: Some guy keep following you but Jason’s there to help you

Pairing(s): Jason Todd x female!reader (she/her pronouns)

Warning(s): Suggestive content at the end

my masterlist :))

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"Quick, pretend like you're talking to me." Jason was forcefully turned around by y/n who kept looking over her shoulder like she's being followed. She was agitated and worried, but also donned a scowl that showed her clear annoyance. Jason tried to look for someone suspicious in the sea of guests, but no one stood out in his eyes.

"Why? Is someone following you? Are you okay? Do I need to grab my guns?" He asked, determination in his eyes.

If it was in any other situation, y/n would've smiled and rolled her eyes at his protectiveness but this guy had been trailing behind her since the start of Bruce's charity gala and it's getting on her nerves. The only reason why she hasn't kicked him in the balls yet was because she didn't want to make a scene, especially since last time.

"This guy just can't take a goddamn hint. He keeps following me and I'm tired of hiding just for him to find me again. This is my first night out since god knows how long and this creep is ruining it." y/n grabbed Jason's glass of whiskey and proceed to downed it one go, ignoring the dirty looks thrown her way.

"Why haven't you deck him yet?" Jason casually asked, ordering another glasses of alcohol.

"You think I haven't thought of that?" She whisper-yelled. "The only reason why I'm being "civil" right now is for Bruce's sake. Also, I've had enough of Alfred's disapproving looks to last me a lifetime."

Jason smiled, founding it amusing how y/n is handling her current dilemma. He was about to say that he'll offer to get rid of the creep when someone with eager eyes and even more eager steps started walking towards y/n and himself.

"Don't turn around, but I think your fan is making a move." He stated. "Does he have brown hair, blue eyes, and an extremely punchable face?"

y/n sighed and nodded. "Yup. That's him. So, you have any idea to get rid of this guy?"

Jason assessed the situation and if he's correct—which he usually was—then creeper over there would reach their location in about eight seconds. So, he needed to think and act fast. He could asked y/n to go and find someplace to hide, more preferably his old bedroom in the manor, but y/n had tried the same method and she made a good point about how he could just find her again. He could just go marched right towards him and tell him to back the hell off, but that would cause a scene that would probably get y/n and Bruce angry at him. Another one of Jason's plan was to threatened the guy passive-aggressively into cowering and leaving, but where would be the fun in that. With three methods out of the way and four seconds left on the clock, Jason had one final idea. Though, he haven't figured out how y/n would reacted.

"Alright, I have an idea. It might work, but I need you to promise me that you won't get mad," Jason explained.

"Okay. What is it?"

"You promise right?"

"Oh my God, yes, I promise. Now, tell me."

Without a word, Jason pulled y/n by the waist, leaving no space empty between the two vigilantes. y/n let out an oof sound when their chest collided while Jason slowly leaned in, their lips brushing but his eyes watching the scowl painted on the creeper's face.

"I think it's working," Jason whispered.

y/n gulped, her hands tightened slightly at Jason's suit collar. "Is it?"

"Yup. He's stomping away like an angry toddler."

"That's good," y/n answered dazedly.

Jason smirked, noticing how her eyes were closed. "You okay, princess? You seem a little flushed there."

"I...I'm fine. I just—" she paused, thinking for a moment "—are you wearing that cologne I got you for your birthday?"

"I am." He lowered his hands to her hips. "Do you like it?"

y/n nodded, her arms making their way around his neck. "I do."

Wordlessly, y/n kissed Jason with a vigor that he wasn't expecting, but welcomed either way. The two were in their very own bubble, oblivious to the fact that many people were staring and whispering about their steamy interaction. Their kiss was passionate and full of desire that made neither of them ever want to let go. It was only when the need of air became urgent that y/n had to let go with Jason's lips chasing after her own.

"That was long overdue, wasn't it?" She smiled, forehead leaning against Jason's.

"Yes, it is. So, what do you say we go back to my place and make up for lost time?" He suggested, trailing kisses to her jaw.

y/n kissed him again and pulled away. "I like the way you think, Jaybird."

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The Glass Merchant Part Five

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Two steps forward, one step back

Breakfast was ready when Kai rolled out of bed, his body aching for yesterday's hard work. Minna was sitting on the couch, sipping from a bowl, looking like she felt like she had been run over by a boat. She stood up with a groan and presented him with a bowl and a small amber glass bottle. "Soup and painkillers, you'll thank me in twenty minutes."

He downed whatever was in the bottle, the sour liquid warming his throat as he swallowed. "Is this going to give me a buzz?"

She chuckled. "It shouldn't but if that's your thing I can get you some stuff."

He raised an eyebrow with a smile. "And here's me thinking you were a goody two shoes."

She rolled her eyes. "There's a lot of things you don't know about me. Now have your soup, it's good for you."

He took a seat next to her, relaxing into the couch before taking a deep breath of the fragrant broth. It tasted like it had been on fire for hours, the mix of meat and vegetables filling his senses as he took a sip. "It's delicious."

The weather was just as bad as last night, and he was shocked that the house felt so dry. Back when it still rained on Saaldorun, after a night like this, the air would have felt damp and sticky, but Minna's glass dome was nothing like his brick house on his old homeland.

She stretched and groaned, her joints popping as she shifted to get more comfortable. "I thought we could go on a walk, it's good to out of the house for a while everyday, you know, to stay sane."

He smiled. "Will that be our second date then?"

Minna tilted her head. "Do you want it to be?"

Yes, he definitely wanted that. "Ay." He grinned and leaned in close. "I guess our first one went well after all."

She sighed. "I guess it did." He had a skip in his step now, even more so as she walked over to a shelf to hand him a pile of neatly folded clothes. "I don't want to you having to wear the same four things, this way you'll have enough for the month."

They were very different from his regular clothes; there were different fits, some tight, some loose and lots of colours, and even a thick brown animal skin coat. Many of the collars and hems were embroidered with her fine needlework, and he found himself awash with emotions; they even smelt like her detergent. "Thank you, Love. That's very thoughtful."

She smiled. "It's nothing, I couldn't have you getting around looking like you just hopped off your ship, it would make me a bad host. You can stick them in the drawers, make yourself at home."

The mention of his ship made his chest grow tight, and suddenly, the month felt like it was already gone. "Ay. You're really are spoiling me." He rushed away to the guest bedroom, doing his best to hold himself together until he was behind a closed door.

He wasn't going to cry into the open dresser drawers, but as whatever was in that bottle lifted his physical pain, it brought his emotional pain to the forefront. It was hard to pinpoint what was worse, the home-cooked meals or waking up to the sound of rain rather than the drum of his ship, but he hadn't felt homesickness like this in years. And worse still, there was no one alive he could talk about Minna with, no mother to be happy he finally wanted to settle down, no father to offer sage guidance, no little sister to tease him, no older brother to slap him on the shoulder in congratulations, he was well and truly alone in this new joy.

One moment, he was staring at his open bag, and the next, he was sitting on the bed with the ship bay pamphlet in hand, open to the section on ship sales. "We'll sell your ship for you, just clear it out and we'll get your market price as long as it flys." He would have to call the number below, if for no other reason than to get it out of his system.

He took a deep breath and washed his face, he had a date to get to after all. When he exited the bedroom, Minna was there, with a basket of food in hand, Zephy on her shoulder, and a smile on her face. "Since it's a date I thought I should bring food."

He smiled. "And the lad?"

Zephy chattered, and she scratched behind his long, floppy ear. "I thought we could take him for a walk."

He could get used to this. "Sure Love."

Even with the grey sky above them, the walk was still cheery. Zephy would rush ahead, then pause and wait when he lost track of them, it struck Kai how normal it all felt, he could really get used to this. They finally stopped at a closed door leading to a small park near the water's edge. He blinked in surprise as the door opened, and he was greeted with the sight of a medium sized pond at the very edge of the glass dome that was as still as a painting.

Minna smiled and shook her head at his shock, and he was finding her patience at his continued mystification of her home more and more endearing. Zephy was off, driving into the water and swimming away from view, and Kai turned to her for an explanation as she laid out a picnic blanket and placed the basket down.

He sat next to her as she reached into one of her many pockets and pulled out a pen and pencil, drawing a complex system of pumps and values that let fish and fresh water in and out without flooding the park during storms. She pointed behind her at the sign, and he smiled.

"One fish per person, per day,

clean up after your pets,

fines apply."

Right on cue, Zephy popped back to the surface, a massive fish in his jaw as he ran towards them and tore into it. "I thought you said he couldn't survive in the wild?"

She nodded. "He can't, he likes people too much." He only proved that when he offered each of them an eyeball, and Kai turned to Minna for answers, unwilling to hurt the creature's feelings by refusing. He gathered by her gestures what to do, and as Zephy crunched on the bones, their treats were hidden away to be disposed of later.

They washed their hands at the small fish-cleaning sink near the pond and began their picnic in earnest. There were fruits and little sandwiches and the fanciest pickles he had ever eaten, and Kai leaned back on his elbow as he took in the rain flowing off the roof while the lightning cracked brightly. "The rain isn't getting you down?"

He shook his head. "No, I love it. It's peaceful."

She bit a chunk out of a golden honey fruit, and as the sweet juice ran down her chin, he had a dreadful mischievous idea. He grabbed her wrist to stop her from wiping the juice away and lifted his thumb to her face, swiping the glistening liquid off her lower lip before popping his thumb into his mouth.

Her eyes went wide, and her mouth fell open, but the twitches at the corners of her lips betrayed her urge to smile. "You are so deeply inappropriate."

It didn't matter what she said, she was grinning, and she made no move to shift away as his lips grew closer to hers, in fact, she was the one to close the gap and steal a kiss. Things happened fast after that, like the ruptures of thunder through the sky were spurring them on. Her hand found his hair, it unwinding as she pulled the string free to weave her hands in it, and his hands moved eagerly under her shirt to finally touch her bare flesh.

His lips moved to her neck, and one hand moved to cradle her head as she titled it back to give him more room. But the second he popped the buttons on her shirt, she tensed, and he pulled back. It was like the air had been sucked from the room, and her body was coiled for a fight as she lifted her hands. "Too much, too soon, sorry."

He smiled softly and lifted a hand to her face slowly, brushing a stray curl from her face as he spoke. "Hey, you don't need to apologise for anything, I don't want anything that you don't."

She rested her forearms on her knees and slouched further, looking at the ground as she spoke. "No, I do. I've been sending you really mixed messages, and that's not fair." He could see the faraway look in her eyes like she was entirely somewhere else. "I can't do this."

She shot up and spun around, unwilling to look at him as her eyes filled with tears. But there was nowhere to run to, not with the storm raging outside. She flinched as his hand landed on her cheek, but her eyes stayed shut as if she were unwilling to acknowledge that he was standing in front of her. "Why did you come back?" She sounded heartbroken.

Why else he thought to himself. "To see you, because I am, what were your words, altogether too fond of you?" She was well and truly crying now, the tears squeezing themselves from her closed eyes as she kept her head turned away from him while they fell onto his palm. "Why the tears Love?"

Her breath shuttered. "I'm terrified you are going to break my heart."

He feared his own heart was about to break. He extended his hand, brushing the tears off her exposed cheek with the side of his finger with a gentleness he didn't think himself capable of. "I wouldn't dream of it."

Her eyes finally opened, and a lump formed in his throat as the sadness in her brown eyes him like full force. "I have already lost everyone, and I fear I have given you what's left of me. I will have none of myself left if you leave."

He rested his forehead on hers, unable to find the words to express his emotions, how does one respond to such a declaration, certainly not with the unworthiness he felt at that very moment. "There's no need to fret Love, I ain't going anywhere. I think my Ma would rise for her grave and beat me over the head with my Da's work boot if I did."

She let out a single laugh, still marred with sadness as she brushed the remainder of her tears away. "You're really willing to just uproot everything and stay? You don't know me at all."

But he did, he felt like he had known her his whole life. "Ay, without a single doubt in my mind." She looked so far away again, but he wasn't going to let her get weighed down by her thoughts. "Let's go home, and I'll get you a cup of tea. My Ma always said a cup of tea could fix anything."

She took a deep breath and smiled softly. "Sure, I like the sound of that."

****

Turns out, tea could fix everything. Minna and Kai were sharing a blanket on the couch, watching an action movie on the Hologlow. He welcomed the physical affection, her presence at his side warm and comfortable as she explained the story unfolding before his eyes.

He had spent the last hour reassuring her he was there to stay, listening as she poured each and every worry from her soul. Because despite her claims that he did not know her, he did, he felt like he had known her his whole life and meeting her was just the act of returning home after a very long journey. He understood where she was coming from, she had spent the last however many years of her life oscillating between fighting for her life and watching everyone she had ever loved die, she had every reason to be filled with trepidation at letting another person in.

He managed to walk through most of it untouched, bolstered by false confidence, until she asked why he seemed so unbothered, why he wasn't worried about her intentions. The more she pried for a real answer, the more his heart ached. The truth was, he was alone too, and he was using the last of his courage in hopes she wouldn't trample on his already broken heart. "I am not capable of that kind of cruelty." The words were still hurling around in his skull; if he didn't know what she did in the war, he wouldn't think she'd be capable of any kind of cruelty.

He has always been brazen, the long healed scars from too tall trees and deceptively jagged rocks were proof of that, but with her, it was all for show, and all it took for his chest to crack open and spill forth was a single regarding look, earnest and soft and her small hand laying on top of his. He was tired; he had no more seasons left in him, he needed a soft place to rest his head, or he feared he would wear away what was left of his soul. Minna gave that to him without being asked, even knowing he had nothing to give her in return.

In the end, there were no grand gestures, no fireworks, or a rush to finally tear each other clothes off, what was the need when they had all the time in the world. The movie finished, and Kai was unwilling to let her stand up until his stomach growled. "We should eat."

He nodded. "Ay, I could eat." It was back to the kitchen, and he stopped her before she could do anything. "I wanna cook for you."

She raised an eyebrow. "I don't have any nutriblocks or cans."

He tutted. "I can cook, there was no way my Ma would have turned me out into the world if I couldn't."

She sighed. "Ok, what's mine is yours. I'm happy to watch."

He smirked and flexed as he pushed a knife through a large, thick and hard root vegetable that tasted of buttered bread and her eyes zoned in on his rippling bicep. "You see something you like?"

She grinned. "Oh yes, most definitely."

He wasn't going to lie, he knew how far his cockiness got him with women, and if flexing his muscle got her going, he'd lift a fucking boulder just to see her get all warm. When he noticed how closely she was watching his fingers, he put on a show, slicing the vegetable paper thin before arranging them in fine circles instead of flat layers. Sure, the cream and butter weren't much compared to the spreads of fresh produce and meat he had been eating the last few days, but it was stick to your ribs food that made him think of home, and it was something he could share of his old life without wanting to cry.

She threw together a salad while he cleaned up and before long, he was throwing on her squirrel print oven mitts to pull the hot gratin from the oven. They made their way back to the main room, sitting at her small dinner table as he served her. "Wow, I'm getting the gold star treatment."

He chuckled. "Only the best for you, I gotta give you plenty of reasons to keep me here. Tuck in."

She took a deep breath before taking a bite, it smelt like comfort food and big family dinners, it smelt like life before the Motherworld. It tasted like something her mother would cook on the weekend, and she moaned in approval as he watched her closely. "It's lovely, thank you. You should cook it for the forest festival."

He smiled. "Ay, I can do that. What is the forest festival exactly?"

"Usually, we all get together and plant willow seedlings, but we won't be doing that because of the rain." She took a deep breath. "But traditionally a big part of it is finding someone to celebrate the willow bloom in seven months."

He raised an eyebrow, and he could tell by her tone that there was something she wasn't telling him. "The willow bloom? That sounds interesting."

She nodded. "The willow pollen is what triggers all the animals to breed. For two weeks, the planet comes alive and well, half the people here have birthdays nine months later."

He grinned, turning on the charm as he leaned in close. "Will you be looking for someone?"

She matched his grin, raising her eyebrows slightly. "I don't know Kai, should I?"

He shook his head. "Nah, I don't think you'll have time anyway, since you'll be with me."

She nodded. "In that case, I hope you can dance." His eyes went wide, and she hid a giggle. "I can teach you, it's in a week, you can pick it up by then."  

He reached over, brushing a curl from her face as he spoke. "We can start tomorrow."

She was too busy looking into his blue eyes to form a reply, he was looking at her so intently, his eyes moving from hers to her lips and back again before his palm found her cheek, and he was leaning in for a kiss. Their lips met and she lifted her hand to grip his collar as she finally found her words, still, it took a moment before she gathered the motivation to part from him. "I can't until the afternoon, I'm working at the med bay in the morning."

He smiled softly and nodded, brushing his lips against her as he responded. "That's ok, I'm sure I can find something to occupy myself until you get home."

She was the one to close the distance this time, and he thought the butterflies buzzing around his chest might crack his ribs as she all but climbed into this lap. It wasn't the fear of a broken heart that split them apart this time, it was Zephy's hungry chattering. Their foreheads fell together and Minna laughed. "I better feed him."

Kai nodded. "Yeah, we should finish dinner."

There was a tension in the air, and she cracked her knuckles before exhaling. "Yeah. I like doing this with you, the.."

She thought for a moment, unable to find the right words, but he understood. "Me too."

****

Minna walked bleary eyed into the kitchen, already dressed for the day. Kai was already awake, enjoying the energising properties of a cup of sunroot tea. She jumped when she saw him, and his face fell when he saw her tired face "Shite, did I wake you?"

She shook her head. "No." He understood the look of disquiet on her face, he saw it in the mirror after many nightmare filled nights.

He rushed over to her, guiding her to sit at the bench before sliding a cup of tea and a bowl of porridge in front of her, finishing the porridge with a flourish of honey. "Just like my Ma used to make."

Her smile lit up the room, and he saw the lingerings of her night fade from her face. "You made me breakfast."

He nodded and opened the fridge door, pointing to her steel lunch box. "And lunch, I can't have you fainting while you're helping people." He looked her up and down, his eyes pausing on the way the fabric of her scrubs clung to her skin. "I like your unifrom."

She rolled her eyes and sighed. "You are incorrigible." Nevertheless, her eyes still showed affection when he leaned across the bench and pecked her cheek. They ate breakfast in relative quiet, Minna leaning against Kai's shoulder as they watched the storm rage outside.

As the morning wore on and it grew time for her to leave, they slowly made their way to the main room to really start their day. "What are your plans?"

He already knew his first call would be to his ship bay to sell his ship, he'd get a good price for it, but other than that, he was stumped on where to start. Minna directed him to the library, informing him that everything he needed to know would be there. It all seemed so mundane, so ordinary; this time last year, he watched the peace court execute Motherworlders, and now he was about to spend his day finding paperwork.

She was just about to leave when he brought up what had been weighing on his mind all morning. "I want to learn your language, I can't live here and not know it."

She smiled and leaned against the door. "Sure, my mother used to teach it, I'll have you fluent in no time." She pointed to a light filled panel on the wall. "The phone's over there, and there's a data pad in my office on the third level if you need it."

He stopped her before she could step out the door running his hand up her arm as he pulled her towards him for a kiss. She smiled into it, laying her hand on his chest as he wrapped his arms around her. They pulled away, and she brushed his nose with hers. "I could get used to this."

He smiled and mirrored her action, kissing her again to echo her sentiment. They finally broke apart and she moved to leave but she paused, spinning on her heel and waving him closer. "One more for the road."

He smirked and kissed her again, his hand moving more suggestively to her lower back. Her eyes twinkled when his lips finally left hers, and he waved her off. "Go on, I'll be here waiting for you."

He watched her go, sighing to himself at the sight of her disappearing into the fog of rain. It was going to be a good day.

****

The library must have been the biggest building on the island, the rich dark wood of the book shelves and the smell of aging pages reminding Kai of his old schoolhouse.

Lilly greeted him with a smile. "I wondered when you'd be here."

He grinned. "Ay, none of Minna's books are in languages I can understand."

She laughed and pointed him towards the data screens in one corner. "You'll find everything and anything you need on those."

He headed over and sat down, the screen lighting up before him as text slowly appeared on the screen. It was easy to select the universal dialect, but he was overwhelmed by the sheer amount of information that flooded the screen. Pages and pages on the planet, from the plants and the animals to every innovation since people had learned to write them down.

Eventually, with kind direction from Lilly and a stack of books to take home piling up next to him, he found what he was looking for, and the data screen flashed as it took his photo before it beeped for him to put in his current address. Once again, Lilly swept in to help. "House nine, fire reed grove, Minna's residence, care of Kai."

She placed her hand on his shoulder, tapping him with fondness before pointing to the door. "That should be all today, we're about to close up." He hadn't noticed it had gotten dark. "Minna will be home soon. Take your books so you can learn more about your new home, your package should arrive at your door in a few hours."

He felt with a smile, realising with the glow of the street lights through the rain that he hadn't eaten all day and he was in dire need of a nap. He returned home to Zephys excited chattering, and flopped down on the couch, dropping the books next to him and picking up the first one from the pile. "The Old Gods and Enduring Traditions: A History of Celebration Hydromora."  

He cracked it open and, with one look at the vivid picture, he felt food could wait, he had so much to learn.

*****

"Kai, honey it's time to wake up."

He felt Minna's hand on his calf and blinked his eyes open, pushing the book and his face and sitting up with a smile. "Hello, Love."

She brushed his cheek with the back of his hand and picked up the book. "Ahh, the history of Hydromoran industry, how riveting."

He could hear the sarcasm in her voice but he truly found every single word interesting. "Ay, it was." He sighed and stretched his arm out, beckoning her into his lap. "Where were you, I thought you be home in the afternoon."

She rested her weight on him and smiled softly. "James' and Sara's boy Paul caught a fever and they're anxious parents, I went home with them when my shift ended and stayed until it broke." She pointed to a set of dishes she had brought home with her. "They made us dinner to say thank you."

His stomach grumbled, and she giggled. "I'm going to clear up, you think you can get dinner ready without starting without me?"

He grinned. "Of course, Love, I'm not a total arse."

She kissed him on the lips, quick and firm, before popping up and racing away, calling behind her as he watched her go. "I'll be five minutes, and please feed Zephy for me, or he'll never love me again."

She was up the stairs before he could respond, and he sighed before pushing himself off the couch and turning to the expectant creature waiting on the floor. "Let's get you dinner little lad."

The feeling of a full belly of home cooked food wasn't something Kai thought he would ever get used to, but nevertheless, he enjoyed the gifted meal of bread and stew and pie until he was stuffed filled and then more with honey cake for dessert. They talked about their day, Minna's shift was nothing but kitchen injuries and sniffles, and she lamented how the weather made her finger ache with each stitch.

He had so many questions, emboldened by slivers of information from the data screen and the two books he had managed to read before falling asleep. She answered each one, and he listened carefully as her lips and tongue wove around her mother language. He would try to repeat, stumbling over his words despite her melodic speech being so similar to the one so close to his heart before his planet went up in ash. She would smile with each fumble, slowing her words so he could see the way she moved her lips, but after a while, he found himself unable to think about anything other than kissing them.

They eventually came around to the forest festival, and he stretched out his hand with a smile. "You promised me dance lessons."

She smiled and took his hand. "That I did."

She led him to a room at the back, one filled with the exercise equipment he had been meaning to use and with the press of a button on the wall, music filled the room. He couldn't find it in himself to listen when she started to explain the moves, he was still stuck on kissing her. And he did, the warmth of her hands on his face as he deepened the kiss. His heart rushed as her small hand slid under his shirt and up his chest, her seeking fingers gently pressing his firm muscles while he thought about what part of her to touch first.

Then the doorbell rang. She pulled back, whispering curses under her breath while she stomped towards the door. "Kai, you have mail." She showed up in the doorway, package in hand and a half smile on her face. "I'll help you fill everything out, then we can get back to our dance lesson."

He swaggered towards her with a smile, he liked the sound of that.

Part 6

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The Cursed Journey

PART 7: SUMMIT

FOUR YEARS AGO

There was a time in my life where I thought nothing was worse than afterparties. Being forced to attend a party or ceremony was terrible enough, having to stay afterwards? It was like being given detention.

The night of the Hugo Awards might have been the worst of the worst, simply because I wanted nothing more than to go home and decompress while everyone else there wanted nothing more than to talk to me. I was moments away from doing something my PR team would regret when a bartender slid a tonic with lime in front of me.

"Compliments of the gentleman." They winked and pointed to the other end of the bar.

Min-joon was standing there, leaning against the glowing counter as casually as can be, his face and body awash in pink and blue light. He was wearing a sparkling black suit jacket, an open collared shirt made from sheer lace, and a stunning necklace that dripped down his neck and chest like a stream of frozen tears. It put my basic purple suit to shame. Min-joon wasn't even looking at me. He seemed fully engrossed in his phone, so I smirked and pulled out my own.

I messaged him: "thanks" and watched for him to receive it.

A tiny smile bloomed across his face. Without looking up, he responded: "You're welcome. Congrats by the way. I guess it's a little bit cool that you won"

"eh, its alright. im sure youll get it next time" I loosened my tie with one hand. "where do you think i should put it? coffee table?"

I heard him snort from across the bar. "What do you mean by coffee table? That stack of books between the fridge and the bed? Or are you referring to the windowsill?"

"its a secret, i'll finally show you next time"

"Looking forward to it." He looked up for a second, deliberately avoiding my direction. "Also, just so you know, there's at least three people behind you waiting to flirt with your handsome ass."

"who?"

He glanced up again, subtly. "Orange suit jacket, fishnet mask, and red (not pink) sequined dress." As soon as I finished reading that, another text came in. "Actually take that back, pink sequins just gave you the eyes too."

I laughed, half at him and half at myself. "i love how you can tell all that and i cant"

"No worries, mate. I've got your back. You need me to be your Cyrano, just let me know."

"i think i may need an anti-cyrano"

He bit his lip. "Perfect. I'll help you repel potential suitors while keeping an eye out for any stray admirers."

I quickly responded with "my hero" before my moment of reprieve was cut short.

"Mx. Specter?" I swiveled around in my seat. An elderly individual in a rusty orange suit was standing in front of me. I couldn't tell if they were Orange Suit Jacket. "Jacket" seemed like very intentional wording on Min-joon's behalf and this person was in a full on suit.

"Yes?"

"Ayodele Akande. Channel 6 News. I just wanted to congratulate you on your big win. Who Watches was the best book I've read in the last decade and Felix is one of my favorite characters."

"Thank you so much." 200 bucks says you never even read it.

''Mr. Akande. Ken had a ques—oh, sorry." I turned to see a beautiful individual in a red sequined dress. "I didn't realize you were talking with someone."

"It's fine, Gerry. I was just congratulating, Mx. Specter." He gave me a pat on the arm which I didn't appreciate. "But they have plenty more praise to receive. Where's Ken?" He walked off with the assistant.

As they left my personal bubble and I was permitted to turn back to the bar, my smile slid from my face like dust off a windshield. "i cant fucking do this"

"Hmm..." Three dots appeared then disappeared. I glanced up and Min-joon wasn't there anymore. My spirit sank.

Several more people approached me. I'm not sure how many exactly, but it felt like a damn stampede. Strangers just chattering about my book, asking inane questions and promoting themselves with little to no subtlety. If I hadn't shaved my head a few days before, I'd have pulled all my hair out right then and there.

My phone buzzed. "Oh, sorry," I mumbled. "Just need to check—"

Min-joon: "There's a dude coming for you."

"what the fuck?"

"Mx. Specter?" A server waved to me from a few feet away.

"Excuse me." I eagerly deserted my unpleasant company.

"Your coat and personal items are just back here." I followed the stranger into the kitchen where they handed me my stuff then down a winding corridor to a staff elevator. "Head to the garage floor. He said he'll be there for you."

"Who are you talking about?"

"I've been paid to forget that information."

Min-joon was waiting just outside the elevator in his little green car. "Get in, loser." He winked.

"Sorry, aren't you the loser?" I asked, dropping into the passenger seat and tossing the trophy in the back.

"Nah. You may have won the Hugo." Min-joon smirked. "But I already have the best prize." He reached out to hold my hand.

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Armor Champions - Season 5 Act 1 - Episode 208 (Do Not Copy) - 04.25.2024

    Meanwhile, the evil boy had journeyed through a calm desert somewhere in Greece during the late evening. The boy soon found something by a giant mountain of sand and rocks. It was a large temple which was made of pure stone. And the building appeared to be more than hundreds of years old.

    The boy still wore a collared white shirt with a long black tie. Over his shirt was a long black coat that was buttoned and a pair of fair black pants. And he had on a pair of black shoes.

    He gave out a large grin and responded "The dreams of all mortals will become nightmares once I have released what is inside here."

    The boy began walking inside the old temple and arrived in a large room that had rows of closed caskets that looked very ancient. He walked through each row until he stopped at one that was placed at the far left end.

    And the boy smiled wickedly until he said "I have found you."

    Next, he slowly rose his left hand. The top of the old casket began to move away. And the boy looked into the tomb.

    Inside the tomb was a mummified corpse wearing only an old white cloth lowering from his waist, four types of golden medallions around his neck, and a large golden brace around each wrist and ankle.

    Once he lowered his left arm, the boy placed his right hand toward the chest of the body. A globe of pink light shined around his right hand as the boy chanted words repeatedly.

    The boy yelled "I bring the good dreams of hundreds as tribute for you!"

    Then the boy called out "Albumlunam Regeneratio!"

    The pink light quickly gathered around the casket before him as the wicked boy replied "Now the game begins. Come to me, Jede Kaballa. And bring forth the Key along with you."

Armor Champions Season 5 -- Episode 208:  Trey Chaolan -- A Doctor With Regrets?

    Once the full white moon appeared in the nightly sky, the wicked boy spread his arms as he lifted his head and closed his white eyes.

    He repeatedly chanted "Faw, Toluka, Meswatta, Assellra!"

    Meanwhile, smoke started gathering around the old casket. The corpse slowly changed into living flesh while two small holes formed on the middle of its head. The flesh was soon covered by khaki skin as the body became well-built. And the front parts of his bright-blond hair covered the person's forehead while the back part lowered near their neck.

    After the smoke slowly faded, the person rose before him as the boy gave out a loud laugh.

    "Yes!" cheered the boy. "He has finally risen! He has returned to the living!"

    During the next morning on Planet Marinear Bay, the gloomy Billy Williamson laid on a long table made of black metal with his wrists and ankles chained to the sides of the table. Meanwhile, the scientist Trey Chaolan analyzed his body from the monitor of his white laptop-computer on a small black table while they both were inside the dark laboratory of Trey's home in Violet City.

    Billy only had on a black undershirt and long gray sweatpants.

    Trey wore a dark-gray shirt with short sleeves along with a pair of khaki jeans and short brown boots.

    Billy looked up at the ceiling as he asked in a soft voice "Am I going to be alright?"

    The focused Trey continued typing on the keyboard of his computer until he turned to the emotionless blond who remained by his left side.

    The calm Trey shook his head and reported "There is nothing physically wrong with you. Your vitals are normal."

    He gave a short chuckle and commented "To be honest, Billy. Your vitals are more than normal. They are all perfect, as you should be."

    Billy closed his green eyes as Trey asked "Have you regained some of your memories?"

    The stern Billy reported "The first thing I saw was me standing with four guys and we were facing some large man. Or something that looked like a man. I also saw myself sitting in a cafeteria with these four guys and a blond girl."

    He opened his eyes and told Trey "I think one of those guys found me at that plaza yesterday."

    Trey responded "Yes, that was Jede Kaballa. You two became close friends a while after you met him and the other champions."

    "So that part was true?" questioned Billy. "I was best friends with that guy? Those people?"

    Trey shook his head once more and answered "Jede Kaballa, Kody Perez, Joey Spade, Desoto Martin, and Relena Haruno. Over the time you stayed on this planet, you became quite close with each of them."

    Then Billy revealed "I soon saw myself meeting a girl by a clothing store. This beautiful and unique girl."

    Trey gave a kind smile and answered "The beautiful girl with the unique colors of hair. That would be Carla... Carla Lewis. You two... You two fancied each other."

    The young doctor lowered his head and told Billy "You two eventually became a couple."

    "That explains why she's always in my head," implied Billy.

    Next, Billy opened his eyes and turned to the doctor.

    Billy responded "I remember you. You are Trey Chaolan, an old friend of my brother. Aaron... Aaron Brief's my brother. But my given name, Williamson. It came from a man who found me as a small baby."

    "Salem Williamson," described Trey. "You told me one time about him. He raised you. Salem was the one that taught you how to be kind but vigilant. He also taught you to how to fight and defend yourself. You are probably one of the best fighters I have ever known. You're better than Aaron, that's for damn sure. You were called Blue Ice Kainobi for a good reason."

    And Billy asked "Were you and I close?"

    "Not at first," informed Trey. "You and I. We were once enemies. But over the years of knowing each other, we've grown to respect one another. Even after I kidnapped Camerion Martin for my selfish reasons, you found a way to tolerate me. You and Camerion were actually the only ones that gave me a chance."

    The chains broke from Billy's wrists and ankles. Then Billy himself rose as Trey continued.

    Trey told him "Long after the battle between you Armor Champions and my creation -- my greatest mistake, I left Violet City for a bit. I went soul-searching on my own. Then I came back to Violet City and began living here. I quickly reconnected one-by-one with you and Camerion. You both continued to visit me since. Every time you and Camerion came, I felt... I felt like my life had changed, but for the better."

    Billy walked toward the back of the emotional doctor and thought to himself for a moment.

Inside the basement under Brief Enterprises, the large metallic door was pushed to the wall as the three youths -- Billy Williamson, Camerion Martin, and Albatross Zane -- stood at the other side. Then they all found the calm Trey Chaolan floating into the room.

    After that, the emotionless Billy wrapped his right arm around his waist as he placed his left hand on his forehead.

    "I remember how we met now," He informed Trey. "We've come a long way since then."

[honorary-knight-of-favonius]

Kinktober Dottore -Day Nine-

Tags for the day: Hate sex and Humilation

Summary: After leaving her humilated one to many times she finally gets her revenge.

This game of cat and mouse that you played was lovely. You adored this game, you also knew Dottore did too. Otherwise why would he constantly start this never-ending game? Though the game was fun you did hate the second player, he was as annoying as they come and all you wanted was to take that goddamn smirk off of his face. Until now he never gave you the chance to think of revenge but as he was on a business trip I had come up with the most brilliant plan. 

The moment he returned to the office he was eager to start our game after a week of not playing. However I insisted on having others surround me rendering his taunt to start useless. By the end of the day I walked to the elevator and he hurried towards me with the obvious intent to start right when Nora and Ajax approached. The four of us got into the elevator and while I spoke to the two co-workers who had invited me out I could see Dottore’s impatience by the tapping of his foot and biting his bottom lip.  It was almost like he was an addict for our game. 

“So you’ll drink with us?” Nora asked once again.

“I already told you I would, besides I have nothing to do.” I said getting a rather distraught reaction from Dottore. 

“It’s been ages since you’ve had a drink with us. I should’ve invited Lone.” Ajax said, causing Dottore to ball his hands into fist with enough force to turn his knuckles white. It was known throughout the office that Lone was someone that I flirted with, hearing his name made Dottore tick him off. 

“Oh yeah, I invited Cap to, but he has ‘things’ to tend to.” Nora said as the elevator stopped at the ground floor.  I had parked far from the two and went to walk towards my car but Ajax took my hand and led me to his car. 

“I’ll be the Driver, I gotta stay somewhat sober for the little ones.” Childe deemed and we left. As I was walking further from Dottore I could see he was fuming. He needed me and I had purposefully crowded myself with people. 

This happened for the rest of the week, I would make sure someone was around me shoving Dottore off unless it was work related. By the end of the week I had denied him that sweet release he craved. At the end of the waiting game I worked late giving Dottore the best chance to start our game. As I was waiting for the elevator I felt his eyes on me and once the door opened I went inside having him run in with me. Once the door closed he pinned me to the wall taking in my scent. 

“God, you are a fucking tease. A whole week, a whole goddamn week. I need you~” Dottore could only take so much and his limit was just two days. In this tiny space with Dottore pressed into my body I could feel his need, his desire. He was practically grinding for some relief. I smirked as I held him close. 

“I booked a room for us last week.” Dottore moaned at my words. 

“Fuck, please, please, please~ I need it.” I smiled. 

“Of course, let’s go.” Dottore’s breath got heavy and by the time we were in the parking lot it was like Dottore was already wearing his collar and leash. He was like a puppy getting a new toy as I drove to the hotel. When we finally got to the hotel I lead Dottore to our room and within seconds pinned him down and massaged his hips. 

“N-No foreplay, I need you now!” Dottore huffed. I played along and got him undressed as I peppered kissing on his body. Once he was fully nude,  I pulled out ropes from my work bag and made sure Dottore was on full display, “Y/n? Why are you tying me up?” Dottore asked. 

“I thought you liked ropes?” I said. 

“I-I do! Just. . .Just on you~” I leaned in close to his lips. 

“Can’t we try something new?” Dottore’s eyes were blown out with lust. His nodding and mantra of ‘please’ and ‘yes’ was the only confirmation I needed. I grabbed the one thing I knew Dottore despised, along with a blindfold. I covered Dottore and planted a kiss on his nose. 

‘All the times you left me just like this for room service to find me, all the times you’ve made me wonder if I was actually in love with you or your dick. Everything you’ve done to me will be repaid today.’ I thought, I took off my pants having our skin touched and I grabbed the fleshlight putting it on Dottore’s cock and he gasped.

“F-fuck, yes~ m-more~” He whined, I smirked and sped up having Dottore’s hand balled into fists only for me to move off of him, “W-wait. . .fuck~ T-That’s what. . .what is that~ Y/n??” He wasn’t used to giving up control to me, but this was my plan.  I took off the toy and put on the strap and gloves I prepared the night before. 

“Y/n? W-were you using a goddamn toy on me?” He gritted his teeth, but I went back between his legs making sure to hide the strap before relubing the fleshlight and placing it back on him, “f-fuck! Wait, wait Y/n! I don’t want the toy!” I stopped and leaned into his ear. 

“Would you like to stop?” I ask, Dottore bit his lip and whined pushing his hips up in the air. 

“N-No, please don’t stop. I want it, I need it, I need you~” I kissed his ear and put the fleshlight back onto his cock and he whined as I took lube, dripping down from his cock to rub it into his ass, “Y/n? A-are you. . .O-Oh fuck! Fuck! Fuck! P-please more~~” 

Once my fingers were lubed by the toy I slowly pushed them into Dottore who’s jaw-dropped and gripped the headboard as I pushed into that prostate, I planted soft kisses on the inside of his thigh as he whined and continued to push up into the toy.  Dottore was twitching inside the toy as his hole kept trying to push me out, Dottore howled like an animal when he came in the toy. 

“F-fuck. . .that felt. . .Y/n? W-wait, woah I-I just came! C-calm down please! Fuck, fuck, fuck too much too much!” Dottore whined as I slowly sunk the silicone cock in his hole. Dottore began to trash around and once I had bottomed out I soothed his legs, “T-take off the blindfold fuck please?” I leaned in close, driving myself impossibly deeper. 

“Shhh, I’ll wait.” Dottore whined but relaxed he began to hum and I moved, having him sing like an angel. The comfortable Dottore got the rougher I went, eventually he was screaming as I used all my weight to drive the toy deeper and deeper into him. Dottore's legs shook as he came over and over deeming it was too much and to give him a break but with the screams of more, harder, faster, entangled I knew he didn’t want to stop. I did eventually stop when Dottore passed out, pulling out of him and kissing his lips before going to the bathroom cleaning the toys and packing everything in my bag before I took a pillow and placed it between Dottore’s legs and left him a note before turning off the lights and leaving the room. When I got home I decided to call in to take a vacation, Revenge completed. 

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[atlas-of-a-human-soul]

Draw your swords, pt. 5

Summary: A very special dinner brings a very special moment for the Darkling and his wife.

Warnings: angst, sexual innuendoes, swearing, bit of fluff

Part one // Part two // Part three // Part four  

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She felt caught in the riptide, finding it hard to stay upright. As the daughter of a general, Y/N had seen so many evils, so much hurt, yet she never buckled under pressure.

Staring at the empty spot beside her, she laid there while battling shadows in her head. So filled with rage, she wondered who she’s becoming as a part of her longed to feel his touch. Perhaps he was right, she’s a foolish girl who is trying to win a game where the rules are nonexistent.

Having stayed awake most of the previous night, she didn’t expect trouble sleeping. With a heavy sigh, she abandoned the bed they shared – it felt too intimate to remain there now. They’ve only ever kissed and it was never planned nor did it happen in the very bed she felt is so incredibly vast, so lonely and cold when he didn’t stay there with her.

Pacing the room as she saw his shadow do the night before, Y/N couldn’t help but wonder if he had trouble sleeping alone too. It was less than a full week since they married and she already cursed the smallest part of her that seemed to care for him.

Men are easy to love. A woman’s heart was made to care and love those near her. Mistaking love and trust is what a woman should never do. Love and trust are separate entities, one is given, the other must be earned.

Remembering her mother’s words eased her self-loathing. If she dared to love the Darkling, it wasn’t entirely under her control. Trusting him was different. She wasn’t as naïve as to allow the echoes of her heart dictate what her mind long acknowledged – he isn’t trustworthy.

And as the stars rise in the sky, she paced the room tirelessly. Arguing with herself, she paid no mind to the night sky she loved so much. If she had, Y/N might have realized a man with dark skies for eyes had trouble looking away from her shadow.

Exhausted, Y/N rose with the dawn. She had barely scraped up a few hours of decent sleep, tormented by his words even in dreams.

“Enter”, she yawned as Genya readily walked inside. The maids rushed to the bed, willing to change the bed sheets they couldn’t last time as Y/N had sent them away.

“Stop!” She exclaims as they reach Kirigan’s side of the bed, a slightly panicked look on her face relaying uncontrollable desires she had no chance of understanding.

Frowning, Genya licked her lips. While Y/N wasn’t sure what caused her outburst, she believed to know the root. “Leave us. You will be asked to change the sheets when Y/N desires it.”

Swallowing thickly, Y/N turned away. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be”, Genya mussed. “We have a dinner to prepare you for.”

“Yes, of course.” Y/N managed a smile, briefly looking to Genya. “I’ll be alone which gives me a perfect chance to find new allies.”

Blinking fast, Genya’s frown deepened. “I’m not sure who could ally with us in the Palace. Everyone’s charmed by our General. If you’d just work with him, they would all be with you too.”

“He works for the emperor.” Y/N reminded her.

Running her hands through her hair, Y/N didn’t know if she could ever trust him enough to tell him the truth. Her plans, her fight, it’s her life’s work. She came into that palace with intention of burning it down. The emperor must die and anyone else who’d fuel the flames of war must perish along with him. The war had claimed her mother’s life, of thousands of humans and Grisha alike, Y/N aimed to end it. And to end it, she had to destroy those who started it, those who refused to implement equality between species, as Kirigan called them. Humans and Grisha must be seen equally worthy, they must ally or they will be exterminated like vermin by surrounding enemies.

She grieved for her mother every day, even now as a decade had passed. Grief is really just love one cannot give to the other. It’s all the unspent love, gathering in the corners of her eyes, the lump in her throat and inside the hollowed heart that’s trying to beat in her chest. If her sorrow was but snow that could melt with coming spring, she’d shake it off her shoulder and be done with it. It doesn’t just disappear or heal with time, she could not just let it go and forgive. Y/N survived the loss of her mother by making a vow, one she was closer to fulfilling.

“Should I prepare your usual kefta?” Genya asked, holding the blue one over her forearm.

Shaking her head, Y/N turned to her with a smile. If she wants to succeeded, she must use all weapons at hand. Being the General’s wife is one of the weapons at her disposal.

“I was thinking about a different color for tonight.”

“How different are we talking?”

Smirking, Y/N’s eyes flickered to Kirigan’s kefta. “Black.”

“No one wears black but Kirigan”, Genya reminds her.

“Until he married. I believe I’m allowed to wear his color.”

Pinching the bridge of her nose, Genya sighed heavily. “Alright. As long as you allow me to make a few modifications.”

Anticipating the dinner, Y/N felt like a goddess in the kefta Genya had crafted for her. It fit her perfectly, adjusted just above the waist as it properly accentuated her curves. The closed collar wrapped around her neck, fallen stars creating a golden woven blaze as a necklace, while moondust adorned the long, skin tight lacey sleeves. The bottom acted as a floor length dress with a long slit revealing skin up to middle of her thigh.

Entering the room with her head held high and Genya on her hand, Y/N felt even more confident about the eclipsed sun stitched across her heart. It was bound to attract attention if the rest of her makeshift kefta inspired dress didn’t.  

The moment she took a step inside, everybody’s head turned. The chatter died down, replaced by astonished gasps of pure awestruck admiration.

“I believe you’ve created a masterpiece”, Y/N whispers to Genya whose smile widens.

“You are what makes it so spectacular”, Genya winks.

“Don’t be modest. We both know it’s not in your nature.”

Giggling, Genya nods, “You’re right. I’m brilliant and this”, she steps aside to give her a once over again, “You are proof.”

Pursing her lips, Y/N felt her cheeks darken. Her plan was to draw attention so any potential ally she speaks to would be more inclined to accept her request, but she didn’t expect for everyone to stop and stare.

Tugging her by the arm, Genya pulled her closer. “You’ll never guess who is here”, she spoke in a hushed tone, looking to the left as the rest of the guests began speaking again and the music played softly in the background.

Following her line of view, Y/N’s heart came to a near stop as her eyes locked on his.

“Wasn’t he supposed to leave last night?” Genya whispers, but Y/N could hardly speak.

Breath caught in her throat, Y/N stared back at Kirigan who seemed to be just as breathless. She looked like a dream, a golden bird that carried all the happiness of the world on its wings.

“He didn’t”, Y/N looked away, knitting her eyebrows. “Why didn’t he”, she tried to finish her initial thought, but she couldn’t. If she spoke of the sudden ache that settled after the initial shock of his presence dispersed, she’d hate herself more. She’s weak if her feelings are hurt by a single night spent alone in a bed. She was certain now. She is foolish.

“You won’t be able to network tonight”, Genya’s frown made Y/N chuckle.

“You’ve been frowning so often since we met.”

Shrugging, Genya leaned in discreetly. “I can afford a few worry lines. I’ll just erase them later.”

Playfully rolling her eyes, Y/N smiled brightly. She would not allow Kirigan to dampen her mood. He can stay on his side of the room and she won’t spare him a single glance.

“I’ll test the waters”, Genya promised, “If I find anyone that we can work with, we can test their loyalty later.”

Glancing over Y/N’s shoulder, Genya’s eyes widened ever so slightly.

Frowning lightly, Y/N glanced at what has her so perplexed only to huff in frustration.

“Black suits you”, the Darkling compliments her. Holding out a hand for her to take, he glances at his open palm before raising his brow. He’s challenging her.

Looking around, she realizes everyone’s waiting for her reaction. As he told her once before, they may not be a love match, but their arrangement must seem successful to the unsuspecting eye.

“Dance with me and pretend they don’t exist”, his voice softened and she couldn’t believe this is the same man who so cruelly baited her, branding her as foolish earlier. How can he act as if nothing happened when she was still reeling from it? Not that he’d know, she always put care in every move she made around him.

She placed her hand on the palm of his, holding her breath as she chained her gaze to the abyss in his. There’s no going back, she thinks, nearly shuddering as he places his free hand on her hip.

“I thought you were gone by now”, she mussed. Choosing to take control of the conversation, she kept her neck straight as it secured a proper distance between their faces.

“We had a slight delay”, he said, “I’ll be gone tonight.”

Humming, she swallowed thickly. Avoiding looking at others, she remained in a staring match with her husband.

“How did you sleep?” The Darkling smirked, watching her eyes narrow at him.

“Quite well. Did you enjoy sharing your bed with someone else?” While her voice seemed cold and unattached, her words were anything but.

“Do I detect a hint of jealousy there?” Pursing his lips, he nearly laughed as she stepped on his foot. “I’ll take that as yes.”

“I’m merely concerned how it would look if word of you sleeping elsewhere got out. I prefer my pride and honor untouched and if you choose to find a lover, I should assume you’ll be discreet.”

Licking his lips, the great general didn’t laugh at her or sneer. There was no angry squinting or vile words. For once, he had a serious expression on his face that had nothing to do with the army or their arguments.

“I’m not the kind who would seek a lover while married. Even if the marriage is a mere arrangement.”

Scoffing, she clenched her jaw as he pulled her waist closer to him. 

“How many lovers have you taken?”

He raised a brow, “That’s a horrible question.”

“Because you lost count?” She narrows her eyes, the lips he found himself so fascinated with formed a thin, red line.

He doesn’t respond, so she tried again, “Why have you not married before?”

Now he looked amused, “That’s even worse!”

Shrugging, she smirks, “Well, ask me a question then! If all mine are so awful, let me hear yours.”

“Do you think I’m a very good liar or a very unlovable being?” Slowly pulling her body flush against his, Darkling looked deep into her eyes. “I’ve never loved anyone and I’ve manipulated everyone who has fallen in love with me. So?” Inhaling sharply, he watched a disarray of emotions cross her face as he asked again, “Liar or unlovable?”

“A liar. Because you are lying, not just to me but yourself.” Her breathing is shallow, strained even. “You have a heart, General, but you’re cowering like a scared little boy instead of just facing the facts.”

“And what are those?” His voice is darker as are his intentions.

If they were alone, she was certain he’d be kissing her lips now. For some reason, it seemed he enjoyed their arguments. He liked it when she fought him almost like he didn’t know any other form of affection.

“That you care. You care and you hate yourself for it.” Stopping their dance, she managed a faint smile. “But don’t worry, I’m not spending my time waiting for you to accept it.”

Brushing his fingers across the left side of her face, he cocked his head ever so slightly, “Is it possible you’ve got this all wrong? From where I stand, you’re the one who cares – perhaps a bit too much? Let me remind you, this marriage is a sham. You are my wife, but I do not love you, I do not care for you and if you were killed right in this very spot, I would avenge you but solely for the arrangement to remain unsullied.”

Nodding, more to herself than him, she took a step back from him. For the first time ever, she drew back. “For once, we’re on the same page of the same book.”

The music stops. Looking to the man clinking his glass, Y/N’s lips part. She didn’t even realize it, but too often she entirely forgoes breathing in Kirigan’s presence.

Taking a deep breath, she nearly laughs. Kirigan…General…The Darkling. She even called him husband, yet she never even heard his first name. How odd is it to marry a man whose first name is a mystery to you, she thought.

“If you’ll excuse me”, she nods curtly without sparing him a glance. 

Her seat at the dinner table was beside Genya, while Kirigan was placed all the way on the other side of the room. She smirked, satisfied she’ll have some peace during her meal. She never quite liked the table formation in a wide U form before, but she blessed the ones who created it on this evening.

Studying him from afar, she couldn’t deny the attraction she felt for him. It wasn’t some cosmic connection that she hoped she’d share with her husband, rather wishful thinking. Longing for him is out of the question. He may be the most handsome man she had ever seen, but it’s not at all something she’d thank the saints for. If he were less appealing, she’d at least be free of torment his looks bring. The devil is real and he’s not a goat like man as humans believed. There are no horns, no tails – he’s beautiful, a fallen angel, but an angel nonetheless.

“You’re staring at him again”, Genya speaks in a hushed tone, her smile audible.

“I’m not”, Y/N replies, “I simply looked over in a direction and he happened to be seated there.”

“Then why was that look on your face?” Genya raises an eyebrow.

“What?” Y/N asks, incredulous. “What look?”

“You have a certain way of looking at him”, she informs. Letting out an tired huff, Genya explains, “You look at him and it’s like you’re staring at the night sky littered with stars.”

“So?”

Genya looks down before whispering, “You love night skies littered with stars.”

Rolling her eyes, Y/N stared at her food for the rest of the evening. One bite after another and her plate was quickly emptied. Her stomach felt like it would burst, but she didn’t care. Most people claim they can’t eat under stress, but she was the opposite – her appetite only grew.

“He’s standing up”, Genya informed her and despite wishing she remained impassive, Y/N’s eyes shot up to where he was sitting.

With a lump at the back of her throat, she watched him as he headed to the door. A part of her hoped he’d be decent enough to bid his farewell, to acknowledge her at least. That part of her needed to be destroyed, she decided. It’s the part of her that would ruin her mission and for what? If she truly wanted to, she could have him on his back and under her. If she wanted him, he’d be hers – at least his body would. The principle she held onto was more important and so, she swallowed thickly and looked to her empty plate in order to stop her weakness from showing.

As she looked away, the Darkling looked back at her from across the room. He felt a strange tightness in his heart and once he saw she didn’t follow him with her gaze, his heart dropped. Furrowing his eyebrows, he kept his gaze on her for a while longer – her beauty was unmatched by anything he had ever seen. White looked good on her, every color did – but black fabric hugging her curves could bring a dead man back to life.

With a heavy heart and frown etched on his face, the Darkling turned his back and left the room, the Palace, the strangest, most beautiful creature he ever laid eyes on.

He carried her in his thoughts ever since. It aggravates him how quickly she’s gotten under his skin. Most of the month before their marriage was finalized was spent in petty comments about their armies or their distaste for one another. She was insufferable, maddening and entirely different from what he expected.

And yet, even then, the Darkling hoped she’d lose her patience and either leave or tell him she loves him. If she left, he’d be free of her and the shackles of an undesirable marriage, but if she told him she loves him, perhaps he’d believe her. If he knew there was ever a possibility of her loving him, he’d dare assume he might be deserving of love – because she may have dubbed him a liar, but he believes himself to be unlovable too. He never saw the point in allowing himself to feel a thing for her when it would be futile, wasted emotions on a woman sworn to hate him.

Once he was done chasing a rumor of a stag up north, the Darkling had to accept it too was a futile. Going after a legendary animal wasted so much of his time that he couldn’t even believe how foolish he’s become too. The stag must not be real after all.

Approaching Little Palace, he felt almost eager to run up to their shared chambers and see her. Even if she’d likely have a few choice words for him, he hoped he could make her blood boil just to hear her speak. He’d never admit it, but he missed someone he could converse with without dying of boredom.

“General”, Genya rushed to Kirigan who nearly growled at the distraction. However, Genya seemed distraught, panicked enough to draw his attention.

“Yes?”

Swallowing thickly, she wiped a stray tear slipping down her cheek. “It’s Y/N.”

His heart stops at the sound of her shaky voice, his jaw clenching before speaking. “What happened? Is she alright?”

“She went for a ride this morning and she hasn’t been seen since.”

Darkling’s gaze hardens as he grips Genya’s arms and shakes her lightly. “What do you mean?!”

“We sent riders after lunch, because I was worried she missed two meals already”, gasping for air, Genya’s tears made tracks, “The snow covered her tracks.”

She left me, he thought. She deemed me unlovable, unworthy. She left.

“They managed to find her mare”, Genya continues through tears, “It was decapitated and left in the woods.”

“Woods?” He frowns, wondering why she’d stray from the meadow and then he realized. He’s the one she rode into the woods with. She must have thought the woods were safe. They were at the time, only because he was with her and he’d never let any harm come to her.

“There were signs of struggle, but the snow is making it hard for us to track them.”

Releasing a visibly shaken Genya, he grunts. Biting his lower lip, he paced before her as his hand ran through his hair. She never saw him so worried, so mad before. He looked like a man walking a fine line – a line between madness and sanity.

“Call everyone”, he orders, “We must find her.”

Exhaling in relief, Genya smiled as Ivan emerged, having heard everything.

“Why would we do that?”

A pause ensues as the Darkling takes a step toward Ivan. “I haven’t made a promise in so long”, he spoke but in truth, it’s been hundreds of years since he made anyone a promise. “I promised her I’d protect her.” His voice was ragged, but controlled. “So I’m making a new promise right here, if they harm a single hair on her head, I will end them all. I will do it with a smile on face and I will bathe in their blood!”

They took her from him and he had every intention of ripping the world apart with his bare hands and for once, the thought of how far he’d go for that insolent woman didn’t frighten him. He barely knows her, he certainly doesn’t love her, but Saints help those who touched his wife.

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Part 6

[mitsuributmexican]

Cat and Mouse. Yandere!Mahito x Gender Neutral Reader

CW/TW: yandere, obsession, kidnapping, use of chloroform, chasing, things get a bit NSFW at the end, transfiguration of others, mentions of others being killed, M A H I TO being M A H I T O.

Ever since the curse known as Mahito had gotten an interest in you, your life had never been normal. Mahito had met you after you bumped into him. Not only were you able to see him, but you talked to him as if he was human. Most people who can see him immediately sense something off about him and steer clear from him. You were walking back to your house from running some errands and bumped into him, banging your head against his face. After you got over the short-lived shock of bumping into someone, you frantically apologized.

“Sir I’m sorry about that, are you alright?” you asked.” How cute~” he thought to himself. “Don’t worry about me, I’m fine, are you alright?” he asked, to which you responded with “Yes”. “I better get going, so have a good day!” you exclaimed, continuing your walk back home. “They weren’t nervous or rude when talking to me. Most people feel the cursed energy I radiate and panic. How interesting. I’ll keep an eye on them.” he quietly said to himself. What started as a random fascination about you quickly spiraled and escalated into something more.

Mahito became obsessed with you. He knew everything about you. He’s been watching you every day and has every little thing about you memorized. Your routine, your sleeping habits, even the gross things like how often you drool while sleeping.” Is this what humans call love?” Mahito asked himself. He thinks it is, forget that he knows it is.

He loves you and this will never change. After a month or so of stalking you, he just needs to have you. He’ll keep you in his domain when he’s free and have Geto watch over you when he’s busy. He kidnaps you in your sleep. Stroking your hair and just downright staring at you for a few minutes before grabbing you. You obviously wake up and start screaming. However, chloroform can fix that! “There, there, calm down sweetheart, you’re alright.” he says as he presses the rag against your mouth and nose.

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Life with Mahito was humiliating and disturbing to say the least. He brought you flowers once only for you to look at the stems and realize the flowers were your friends and family transfigured. “Don’t you like them? They don’t need water or sun to keep them alive and they won’t rot for a long time!” he said cheerfully when he handed them to you. You once tried to escape and he not only let you get hope that you’d be free by letting you run for a bit, but made you wear a collar and walk on all fours for a week as punishment. Every time he does something nice for you there’s a catch. He brought you your favorite food, you have to eat it out of his hand, he took you on a date, he transfigured and killed everyone where he took you. I think you get the point.

Mahito is certainly frustrated when after a few months you keep resisting him. He’s tried his best and made sure you have the best life he can give you, what else do you want? All he wants is to kill all humans and turn you into a curse so you can rule beside him! That’s not much to ask for! So why are you making this so hard?

One day he caught you trying to escape for the 10th time now. This was getting boring. He grabbed you so you couldn’t get away. You thrash around in his arms and try to fight your way out of his grasp. You also bit and scratched at him. Mahito throws you down on the ground. Once you stand up, you notice the impatient look on his face.

“You want to act like an animal and bite me and scratch me? By all means go ahead. Just know that the animal you are is a pathetic little mouse, making me a cat that hunts weak mice like you.” he says. You freeze up and wonder what he means by this. “I can tell you’re already questioning what I just said, so I’ll explain before you question me. It seems you want to leave me, so go ahead.”  he says. You can’t believe it, “Are you serious?” you ask him. “Yes.” he states, allowing you to run.

You run as fast as you can until Mahito grabs you roughly on your shoulder. “But I never said I wouldn’t try to stop you.” he says into your ear, causing you to shiver. “You get 1 minute to run. Hide from me successfully for 10 minutes and freedom is yours. Get caught and you permanently belong to me.” he says. He lets go of your shoulder, with you running as fast as possible. You run straight ahead and frantically try to find somewhere to hide. You settle on a run down building.

“3... 2...1. Ready or not here I come~” he says. First, he looks in bushes, kicking them and throwing them into the air. Then, he looks through some trees, scanning them up and down and shaking them. Finally he looks in ditches, tossing transfigured corpses in there before looking in them. “Hmm, they’re no where to be found, they might actually get a chance of winning.” he says. “But not if I can help it.” he thinks to himself.

30 seconds left. “I might actually win this!” you think amongst yourself. You hear footsteps coming. Shit. You frantically leave the building and search for a new hiding spot. You see a cave up head. You run towards it with all your speed, fumbling through the darkness. With a few seconds left, you celebrate your victory early. 

That is until you feel a pair of arms pull you close. “Caught you. There were still 10 seconds left.” Mahito says. You don’t even say anything until you get pinned against the wall so you’re facing Mahito. Out of anger, you start screaming. As loud as you can too. After 2 screams, Mahito rolls his eyes. Getting closer and shoving his tongue in your mouth to shut you up.

He pulls away once he feels you’re out of breath. “This means you belong to me forever now.”  He says smirking at you with a trail of saliva connecting your lips. 

Stupid mice, always falling for the traps set up for them.

[jaehyunzzmilk]

I wasn’t planning on writing this but as like any other johfam at this moment Johnny made us impossible to not be horny for him, sir I’m just a whole

notes: so yeah not any plot just pure filthy SMUT

play me

“- Do you wanna play a game?” Johnny asks you while grabbing your ass hard.

- Yes daddy! - You answer.

“- What do you wanna play?”

- Simon Says! - You make a really innocent face, looking up, you know this drives him crazy.

“- What a filthy slut you are, ok then, you know the rules” Johnny slowly walks around you, staring at you up and down.

“- Simon Says, strip”

You start to remove your dress slowly and for Johnny’s surprise you weren’t wearing anything underneath.

“- What a dirty slut, you were not wearing anything the whole dinner? What if someone saw your pink pussy if you’re bending down?” He is angry, you can feel in his tone.

- But it’s all for daddy!

“- All for daddy?” He imitates your baby voice, almost mocking you.

“- Ok if you’re gonna be a brat then do it right then”

He grabs the silk rope from his burgundy robe he likes to wear before sleeping, and he ties on your neck like a dog collar.

“- Simon Says get on all fours”

You obey.

“- Simon Says arch your back!”

You do while he walks to stare at your butt.

“- Simon Says more!” he pulls the rope on your neck making you arch your back more and choke a little bit.

“- Simon Says, touch yourself but don’t moan”

You obey him, and start touching your pussy slowly, playing with your already wet juices. You can’t see Johnny but you feel he is now on his knees behind you. Suddenly you feel his breathing near your core and can’t help but moan a little bit.

“- What did you say?” He gives a hard slap on your ass. You bite your lower lip hard not to moan again.

“- Simon Says on your knees”

He stands right in front of you, you’re facing his crotch.

“- Simon Says take off daddy’s pants and underwear”

You’re basically salivating when you see his already hard member, Johnny cock was so beautiful, big, veiny and pink tip.

“- Simon says, suck it, but keep your hands on your back, no touching daddy!”

This was gonna be hard for you, because Johnny was so big and you usually liked to use your hands on what didn’t fit your mouth when you’re sucking him. He knew what he was doing, he wanted to be in full control over you.

You start by giving small licks on his tip, his hard length was laying on his stomach, you give 2 licks on the sides and one in the bottom of his tip, right where his length starts. It was Johnny’s weak point. He grunts and you see precum leaking his tip, and you give one small kitty lick again. Then your innocent eyes turn hungry, and you put his tip in your mouth and starts sucking it.

It was hard but you try to fit as much as possible of his length in your mouth. You completely forgot about your rule and one of your hands go on his tight scratching it.

Johnny roughly removes his length from your mouth and slaps his dick on your cheek.

“- What did I fucking tell you? Why are you so disobedient?”

You loved when he was mad.

“- Please don’t put your hand up and don’t make me tell you again!”

He puts your hair on a ponytail.

“- Now daddy is gonna fuck your mouth until you cry, ok little girl?”

He grabs his dick on his free hand.

“- Simon Says open…”

When you open your mouth and puts your tongue out he spits on your tongue. He also spits on his dick and puts his whole length in your mouth making you gag. He fucks your mouth hard until tears come out from your eyes, you were hardly breathing. You’re scratching your wrists so hard with your hands on your back. When he’s about to cum he puts his dick out making you breathe on relief. Then he slaps your face hard.

“- Don’t be such a baby! Acting like you can’t handle it. Tongue out…”

He cums on the tip of your tongue and a little bit on your tits.

“- Simon Says swallow!”

You obey him. You loved to swallow his cum.

He sits on the bed and pulls you towards him, so he can suck your tits. He does it so calmly and gently, your boobs were Johnny’s favorite body part. He sucks his cum on your nipples, he loved that mess on you. Then kisses the other one, he puts them together with his hands and burry his head in the middle, giving you hickeys.

He pulls the rope up making you stand. Then he untied the silk rope from your neck.

“- Simon Says wait!”

Johnny lays on the bed with his head on the pillow.

“- Simon Says, come here and stand in front of my face with your legs open”

You stand on the bed, one leg on each side of his face. You knew what it was coming.

“- Simon Says, sit down!”

You sit on his face. Johnny grabs your butt and starts to lick your clit. You moan.

He eats you out with no mercy. He was so good at eating pussy, he could do it for hours, it was like he was always hungry for it. You moan his name desperately when your legs start to shake.

- Daddy let me cum!

“- No not yet, only when Simon Says so!”

You scream, Johnny laughs under you, pressing his thumb on your clit. Then he starts to lick your buttwhole. You moan even harder.

“- Simon Says, cum!”

You release into his mouth in a relief and collapse on his side.

“- Do you think that’s all kitten?”

Johnny crawls on top of you and kisses you, you grabs his hair and he sucks your neck, leaving more marks. Then he starts to tease his tip on your entrance. You whine in response.

When you open your legs wider, like a sign for him to enter you, Johnny slams into you deep. The way his body rolls is obscene, he is in full control of his hips, hitting you slow and deep, all you can do is moan.

- Daddy please slow down or I’m gonna cum again!

He does right the opposite, he speeds up and goes faster, grabbing your hips stronger. He loved to do that. You scream so loud your neighbors might think someone is killing you.

Johnny grabs your waist and pulls you up, standing up from the bed, but still inside you.

He starts fucking you while standing up, he was so strong he could do that so easily. You grab his neck and puts your legs around him to not loose balance.

His dick is going all the way inside you while Johnny fucks his hips into you.

- Daddy yes! OMG yes!

You squirt on him so hard, you could always have the best orgasms when Johnny fucked you in this position. He cums inside right after and then puts you on the ground slowly.

“- Are you alright kitten?” He pulls you towards him and kisses you sweetly.

- Yes Daddy! I love you so much.

“- I love you more kitten!”

He could be the wildest while fucking you but his aftercare was always the sweetest. He prepared a bubble bath so both of you can snuggle in the bath tub.

- Maybe I’ll start not wearing panties in public to tease you more often.

“- You’re such a brat!” He kisses you.

[jungwonenthusiast]

can I please request for prompts 2, 5, 10, 12 for hard&soft dom!heeseung and an innocent!fem!s/o from enhypen smut prompt list? prompt no. 5 to be said by the reader while the rest by heeseung

A/N: forgive me if there r any typos lol i hope u like it :)

Warnings: unprotected sex, oral (f recieving), degredation, slight corruption kink

Word count: 2.4 k

You cling onto your boyfriend’s arm as another jumpscare appears on the movie screen. He giggles at you. “Is it gone yet?” you whisper and he nods.

Today was your four month anniversary with Heeseung and you decided to treat him by taking him to a scary movie he’s been wanting to see.You’re not a huge fan of them but you figured it’d be a way for you to cuddle him without raising too much suspicion.

He kept a hand on your thigh throughout the movie, occasionally squeezing and rubbing it over your pants.

You try to ignore the film by keeping your eyes on him. His hands, his legs, his hands, his profile. Anything to distract yourself from the poor family being killed on the screen.

It isn’t long before the movie ends and you walk out to Heeseung’s car.

“The brother was such an idiot. Why didn’t he just call the police?” he says while starting the engine. (haha engene lol sorry)

“The police can’t stop ghosts.” you chuckle.

“Maybe NASA could’ve figured something out.” he grabs your thigh again, it’s kind of his thing. “I’m surprised you survived.”

“Yup, my love for you overcomes my hatred for horror movies.”

He smiles and leans over to give you a quick kiss on the cheek.

“Let’s go to my place.” he says and you frown.

“But all the boys-”

He cuts you off. “The maknaes aren’t there, they’re paintballing in Itaewon.”

You groan. “Fine.”

The boys’ dorm is never your first choice which is understandable without elaboration. But you try not to get annoyed and instead enjoy living in the moment.

He has the windows cracked open and the wind is whipping through his hair, making him look like a moviestar.

Sunghoon and Jake are in their own rooms when you get there so at least there’s some peace and quiet.

Heeseung plops onto his bed. “Come here sweetheart.” he says with his arms out to you.

You smile and snuggle up to him, resting your head on his chest.

He pets your hair and kisses your forehead. “You’re so pretty.”

“You’re prettier.” you say and he chuckles.

“Nuh uh.” he says and sits up. “Lemme see your pretty face.”

You sit up too as he holds your face delicately in his hands. “You’re so gorgeous I wanna kiss you everywhere.” he kisses your forehead, then your cheeks, and your nose, your eyelids, then your jaw, and down, down, down your neck. Your heart beat starts to speed up. You never tell him, but your neck is your weakness. He finally pulls away to give you a proper kiss on the lips.

“C’mere.” he says and pulls you onto his lap. You let out a small squeal.

He holds your waist tight as he kisses you again, this time slipping his tongue into your mouth. You moan a bit, enjoying the sensation.

You guys had made out before and even grinded a bit but it never went further than that. Not because you didn’t want it. Of course you wanted it. There have been nights where you spent hours imagining what it would be like. You already knew that he’d be sweet, but you kind of wanted more than that. You wanted him to take control and boss you around. Maybe today will be the day, you think to yourself.

You start to slowly rock your hips against his and he lets out a low groan. His fingers travel up your hoodie and he’s delighted to find out that you aren’t wearing a bra. He massages you and pinches your nipples a bit as you grind on his hard on. You’re already so stimulated, you could cum just like this.

Heeseung’s curious as to why you’re acting like this today. Usually by now it’d be over, but why would he complain about you being naughty, especially when it’s been such a big fantasy of his to corrupt you. His darling little girlfriend who checks in with her parents everyday and wouldn’t dare to skip school all sprawled out under him, whimpering and begging for release. God, he could think about it all day.

He flips you onto your back and pushes your hoodie up, exposing your torso. Your arms fly to cover yourself.

“Stop that princess,” he kisses your stomach. “Let me see you.”

You slowly pull your arms away and he goes right to kissing your chest. “So perfect.” he whispers, rolling his tongue over your nipples.

You’re already squirming underneath him, eager for him to touch you somewhere else. And as if he read your mind, his fingers start to play with the band of your pants.

He quickly unbuttons them and slides them off your legs.

“Can I touch you?” he asks and you nod eagerly.

“I’ve never done this before.” you admit.

“That’s okay,” he kisses your knee. “Just relax.”

He kisses your neck, licking it and nipping at it, leaving a blooming bruise. Your body tenses as he circles your clit.

“I didn't know you were this sensitive.” he smiles.

You feel your face heat up. It’s kind of embarrassing. He was barely touching you plus it was on top of your underwear.

“I’m just teasing baby.” he kisses your cheek and continues the circling motion.

Soft moans leave your mouth as he does so. He pulls away and notices a wet patch already forming on your underwear.

His fingers slip into the waistband. “Can I touch you here?”

“Yeah,” you breathe out. “Please?”

“You submit to me so well,” he nips at your neck. “I love it.”

His fingers find your slit and you whine.

“So fucking wet,” he whispers as he rubs your clit. “Did I get you that worked up princess?”

You nod pathetically, already drunk on his touch.

He circles around your hole for a bit before slowly pushing his middle finger into you. You hold on tight to his arm, getting used to the foreign feeling.

He pumps it in and out of you a couple of times. “You ready for another one?”

You nod and whine as his ring finger stretches you out.

“You’re doing so good.” he whispers and kisses your forehead.

Your moans get more and more needy as he curls his fingers in you hitting a spot that you’ve never felt before.

“Fuck,” you whisper.

“Feel good?” he asks and you nod. “I bet it does.”

He shifts down and settles his face between your legs.

“Wait what are you doing?” you ask him, shutting your knees. “I want to taste you,” he says. “Is that okay?”

You contemplate for a moment. The thought of it makes you a bit shy but then you imagined how good it would feel and that won over everything. “Yeah.” you nod and he smiles.

His fingers are still curling in you as he kisses your thighs, leaving small marks on the way down to where you need it the most.

After what feels like years, his tongue finally finds your clit. Your thighs shut from the sudden pleasure.

He chuckles. “Keep em open baby.” he uses his free hand to keep you spread.

He moans into you. “Tastes so fucking good.”

It’s so much to take in at once; his fingers in you, his tongue drawing circles on your clit, the vibrations you feel every time he groans. You feel overstimulated but in the best way possible.

Your fingers tug on his hair as your thighs begin to tremble.

“Don’t stop don’t stop,” you cry out.

His grip on you tightens and he moans into you, encouraging you to cum in his mouth.

A string of curse words leaves your lips as you reach your high, and it’s the hardest you’ve ever came in your life. It’s like you’re floating up in the clouds, and you never want to come back down.

Heeseung kisses you, giving you a taste. He holds you tight in his arms and tries to calm your shaky breathing.

“You did so good doll.” he kisses your cheek.

You hold onto him as your heart rate goes down to normal.

“Here let me go get you a towel.” he starts get off the bed but you grab his arm.

“Wait we’re done?” you ask and he looks at you. “Do you wanna keep going?” he asks and you nod.

“Yes,” you say and he chuckles.

He sits back down onto the bed. “I didn’t expect that.”

You climb on top of him and give him a passionate kiss, sliding your hands under his hoodie.

He pulls it over his head with ease.

You admire his lean body for a moment before kissing his neck and his collar bones. “Can you fuck me please?” you ask him.

He smirks. “Your wish is my command.” he flips you over onto your back and unbuttons his black jeans. Just watching him do it makes you wet.

He climbs over you, rubbing his tip on your clit. He sighs into your neck.

“You ready princess?” he asks and you nod vigorously.

He slowly pushes into you and you wince a bit from the stretch.

“Ow ow ow.” you say quietly and he stops.

“You okay? Does it hurt a lot?” he asks.

“It’s not bad.” you say through gritted teeth.

He kisses you, giving you time to adjust to his length. He pets your hair and tells you how gorgeous you look.

“Please start moving.” you ask him and he listens, slowly thrusting in and out of you.

“Fuck,” he moans. “So fucking tight.”

You whimper so loud as his tips brushes against your g-spot that you clamp your hand over your mouth, worried that Sunghoon and Jake would pick up on what was going on.

He pulls your hand away. “Be louder, I want them to hear you.”

“But-”

“Do as I say sweetheart.” he cuts you off.

Of course you melt under him. How could you not. He’s so perfect. He’s the type of boy that only exists in books.

“What a good girl,” he kisses your shoulder. “Look how well you take it.”

You grab a pillow and cover your face with it, you can’t help but want to conceal your moans.

He throws it off and grabs your jaw hard. “What’d I say about that? Don’t you want them to know how much of a slut you are for me?”

“Yes,” you whisper.

“Speak up when I talk to you.” he says sternly. His words make you throb and he notices. “Do you like it when I’m mean?” he smirks at you.

“Yeah,” you admit, sheepishly.

“There you go again being all quiet, keep that up and I’ll edge you until you’re begging.” he threatens you with a good time.

“What if I want you to do that anyway.” you say flirtatiously.

He raises an eyebrow. “I can make that happen.”

His thumb finds your clit and the sensation of him rubbing you and his cock ramming in and out of your pussy sends you so close over the edge.

The look on your face is so angelic and hopeless, you’re better than anything he could imagine.

“You’re so fucking perfect.” he kisses you. “You look so pretty while being fucked.”

He snaps his hips into yours and your eyes roll back.

“Just like that.” you whine.

“How bad do you want it?” he asks you.

“So bad,” you say out of desperation. At this point you don’t care. Heeseung had taken over your mind, ego, and pride. “You feel so fucking good inside of me.”

He smiles. “How could such a sweet voice say such dirty words.” Then all of the sudden he pulls out. You nearly cry out from the unexpected emptiness.

“What the fuck,” you swear at him.

“You’re the one who asked for this.” he says, still slowly rubbing your clit.

You whimper. “I take it back. I need you.”

“No take backs sweetheart.” he tsks.

He kisses your chest and pinches at your nipples. You writhe under him, needing him in you.

After what feels like an eternity but is probably a minute or so, he slams back into you and right after being satisfied, he pulls out again.

“Heeseung please,” you whine. “Please I’ve been good haven’t I?”

“You have, but I like doing this to you.” he kisses you. “Who knew my innocent girl would be begging for my cock like this.”

You pull at his waist. “I need it.” you tell him in the sweetest voice you could get out.

He sighs. “I’ll never win.” he kisses you again before pushing into you.

“Fuck yes,” you moan in relief. “Faster please.”

Thank god he listens to you.

You cling onto his back, pushing your nails into his skin a bit. It only takes thirty seconds to get you on the edge and Heeseung can tell by the way your moans are getting high pitched.

“Cum on this cock sweetheart,” he says lowly. “Be a good girl for me.”

And just like that, your whimpering his name like it’s the only word you know; like it’s your mantra.

“That’s it baby,” he whispers. “Just like that.”

Your pussy pulsing around him sends him into euphoria and he groans into your neck.

You don’t even realize the tears on your cheeks until he pointed it out. He looks at you in shock and holds your face in his hands. “Are you okay? Did I hurt you? Fuck I’m so sorry pumpkin I-”

“No no it just felt really good,” you giggle. “I didn’t even know I started crying.”

“Oh thank god,” he sighs in relief and kisses your forehead. “You’re the best pussy I’ve ever had you know.”

You laugh. “Stop it, you sound like a man whore.”

“Just being honest.” he smiles and pulls you into his arms.

“Shit,” you curse to yourself.

“What is it?”

“Jake and Sunghoon definitely heard us.” you say, wide eyed.

“Yeah probably,” he says “they probably got off on it too.”

Your face twists in disgust and you shove him in the shoulder.

He cackles. “I mean wouldn’t you?”

You think to yourself. “Yeah I probably would.”

[earlgreydream]

brat.

| Bucky Barnes x reader | smut |

warnings: smut, mild degradation (not meant seriously), spanking, dom/sub dynamic, general chaos

a/n: I can’t deal with the pressure of my life, I need James Buchanan Barnes to make me let it go

Bucky had been agitated since you had sent him naughty photos of yourself while he was in the middle of a meeting. He had glanced at his phone and immediately turned it face down and continued speaking. After the meeting, he sat at his desk, looking at the photos you’d sent. His favorite was one where you had your tits out, wearing just little black panties, along with a black ribbon tied around your neck.

He’d originally been the one to tie the ribbon around your neck, about a year ago. He’d hooked his fingers in the satin and dragged you forward like it was a collar, making you blush and shy.

Now, you wore the ribbon around your neck whenever you were in the particular mood for Bucky to make you feel owned.

You were always under constant stress and pressure to perform well, having to control and manage everything, both at work and school. The only place where you could let it go, relinquish all control, was in the bedroom with Bucky... or on the kitchen counters, the bathroom of a club, his desk at work, and anywhere else he could get his hands on you.

When you were alone with Bucky, you became playful, soft, and sweet, and it turned him on to no end. Bucky truly thought you were the most gorgeous and hottest girl in the universe, and he practically worshipped you.

That is, except when you were being a needy brat, like today. Sending him naughty photos at work (unprompted) was strictly against your rules, and you knew you played a dangerous game with him. Bucky wasn’t one to play around when it came to testing the boundaries.

Secretly, that was why you did it. You wanted Bucky riled up, to come home and be rough with you. You wanted him hard and unrelenting, to have you screaming and writhing for him. You were tense from your stressful week, and he was too, and there was no better solution in your mind to release that built up tension.

He shut off his phone as his boss walked in, asking him about a project, and Bucky struggled to focus on what he was being told, too distracted by the image of your soft tits swirling in his mind.

“Thanks, Barnes.”

“Yeah, sure.” He called back half-heartedly, picking his phone back up once he was alone.

~you’re going to fucking regret that, baby~

~I doubt it. X~

He was practically seething at your response, ideas of how to get you in line already forming. He was fed up with your bratty attitude, and his annoyance just built over the course of the afternoon.

When he was finally finished with work, he drove home faster than normal. The door smacked loudly against the wall when he entered, alerting you he was mad. Your heart jumped in your chest, and you felt a pang of regret at your insolence.

“Y/N!” Bucky’s voice echoed, and you nervously walked down the hallway in one of his oversized button downs.

He stopped for a moment, taking in the sight of you. You looked small and meek, innocent in his big shirt. Ribbon was tied around the base of your neck, and your eyes were shining as you gazed up at him.

“Hi, daddy”

He almost melted at the sweet sound of your voice, at the utter innocence you seemed to hold. He dropped his keys in the dish by the door, snapping out of it. He stared at you with a hard gaze, entirely unamused by your earlier behavior. You sank into yourself, taking a step back. He stepped forward, and you continued until he had backed you against the wall outside of your guest bedroom at the end of the hall.

“What do you have to say for yourself?” Bucky asked you, waiting for an apology.

I’m sorry daddy, is what you should have said, attempting to win over the last bit of forgiveness he was willing to give you. Instead, you decided to dig yourself into deeper trouble, unable to resist the temptation to goad him by being a brat.

“I could’ve gotten myself off in the time it took you to get home, maybe even more than-” you didn’t even get to finish your sentence before he was on you.

He hooked his fingers into the ribbon, jerking your small body against his. His silver eyes blazed, threatening you to struggle.

“Do you think you’re fucking funny?” He growled, and you stared back at him, suppressing your fear.

“A little, actually.”

That did it.

“Get on your fucking knees, you insolent brat!” He snapped, jerking you downwards so you were kneeling in front of him.

Your knees bit into the hardwood floor, and the ribbon left a faint red ring around your neck from him dragging you by it. His hand went up your neck to your cheek, and you flinched as he sharply tapped your face. It wasn’t enough to be a slap, Bucky would never hit you in a way you didn’t like, but the sharp smack made arousal drip from your core.

You wanted him to run his fingers through your hair to guide you, like he did when he was feeling softer, but you knew that you’d pushed him too far to receive any sort of help.

He grabbed your jaw and forced your mouth open before burying himself in your throat. He did it in one quick movement that had you gagging, choking on his length. Bucky didn’t care about your fight to breathe, snapping his hips at a brutal pace, stretching your throat. You did your best to open for him, but tears slid down your cheeks from your lack of oxygen.

“Y/N, look at you, letting me fuck your throat like a little whore.” His words dripped with condescension and you looked up at him with glassy eyes.

You moaned around him, sending vibrations that pushed him closer to the edge.

“You’re going to swallow, got it?” He ordered and you made a noise of approval, feeling his cock twitch in your mouth. He came in thick spurts, his cock deep in your throat. You swallowed his seed as well as possible, gasping as he pulled out of you. You lost your balance and put a hand on his thigh to steady you. He stepped back, letting you fall forward, barely catching yourself.

You whined in protest, and he grabbed you by the hair and jerked your head back to look up at him. Your chest was heaving as you drew in oxygen, your face was sticky with tears, and your mouth was salty with his taste.

"You look so pretty on your knees for me," Bucky's tone was mocking, a slight Russian accent hanging off his words, a silent threat hanging in the air.

"I did so good, sucking you off like you wanted-" you were about to ask if he'd take care of you now, and he just let out a short laugh.

"You think you're getting off?" He spoke as if it were completely ridiculous.

"Yes?" You tried, and he shook his head.

"Then you shouldn't have been such a little brat. Brats don't get to come."

"But daddy-!" You whined in protest.

Your mouth snapped shut when he dragged you up to your feet and tore his button down off of you. You shivered in the cold air, and his fingers hooked into your panties, pulling them down your legs.

"You're fucking soaked, Y/N. Is this just from sucking me off?" He embarrassed you.

"Y/N!" He snapped when you didn't answer, fed up with your disobedience.

"Yes," you breathed, blinking back fresh tears of anxiety.

"I'll give you something to cry about." He threatened and you bit your lip, knowing it wasn't an empty threat.

"Safeword?" he asked, making sure you were able to communicate with him if it was too much.

"Falcon," you answered obediently and he nodded. He took your wrists in his hands, noticing the way your hands were trembling. He kissed your smooth skin, though his gaze didn't soften.

"On the bed. Now." He pointed, and you bent over the edge of the bed, your ass on display for him. You hid your face in your arms, hiding the embarrassment visible on your cheeks from being so exposed.

A shaky whine escaped as you heard his belt snap, fear prickling up your spine. He watched you squirm on the bed. He knew you hated being smacked with the belt, and he leaned against the wall, watching you nearly lose your mind in anticipation. He was curious to see if you'd continue the bratty behavior, or if this was what would finally cause you to break, and his fingers twitched as he ached to turn your ass pink.

As soon as the tension began to leave your body, and you settled on the mattress, he landed the first blow with the leather on your ass. You screamed both from shock, and the welcome pain that blossomed across your skin.

His dark laughter echoed in your guest bedroom, and chills made your body shudder. You were getting what you wanted, this had been your goal from the beginning. You also knew that you were completely safe, that Bucky loved you dearly, and this was just a bedroom scene, not meant to truly hurt you. Despite both of those facts, the fear was very much real. Bucky was incredibly intimidating, especially when he was mad.

"Four more, alright?"

"Yes, daddy."

Dry sobs burned your throat as he spanked you quickly, leaving pink stripes across your fair skin, but light enough they'd disappear by morning. It was more psychological than physical, and it was causing you to nearly shake with arousal. It was dripping down your legs, and Bucky noticed, adding to the shame of just being spanked. He took a step toward you, squeezing your ass in his large hands, making you whimper in discomfort. He slapped your skin, and you struggled to contain your pained yelps. It wasn’t near as bad as the belt, but the sting spread through your skin as he continued your punishment. 

You sighed in relief when he finally finished, wrapping his hand around your throat and pulling you up so your back was against his chest. He gave your throat a squeeze, making your eyes roll back. He kissed your shoulder before biting down into your smooth skin. You squirmed in his grip, mewling softly. 

“I’m sorry,” you breathed, looking up and meeting his gaze. 

“I know you are, baby,” He kissed your mouth for the first time, and you melted into his hold, ignoring your soreness. 

“Hands and knees for me, doll.” 

He released his grip on you, lightly tapping your thigh to get you to climb up on the bed. You moved onto the bed, but your arms were unsteady, so you dropped down to your elbows, letting your back arch.

“Can’t hold myself up,” you murmured apologetically, not wanting him to think that you were being bratty. He kissed your bum, and you sighed quietly at the tender action. 

“I want to come, daddy,” you begged, hoping he had softened.

“I’m sure you do.” 

You squeezed your eyes shut, knowing that you weren’t going to get what you want. Bucky’s hands wrapped around your hips, holding you steady as he stood behind you. You squirmed as he rubbed the head of his cock through your folds, a choked noise leaving your throat as he brushed your clit. You were on edge, but you knew if you spilled over, he would spank you until you were bleeding.

He noticed the shudder it caused, and his voice came deep and threatening. 

“Don’t you fucking dare.” 

“I won’t!” you promised, wanting to be good for him. 

“Better not.” 

He thrusted forward, rolling his hips until he was buried all the way in you, making you yell and grip the sheets in front of you. The stretch burned, your body never quite getting used to his size. Usually he eased into you, but he clearly didn’t care about your pleasure right now. 

He began to snap his hips against yours, using your body to chase his own release. His hands slipped off of your hips and snaked around to your front, going up to your breasts. He squeezed roughly and pinched your nipples, pulling them between his fingers, making your vision spark. You shrieked at the sensation, and you tightened around him. You held back your orgasm, fighting against the urge to release. 

“Your cunt feels so good around me, doll. If you keep squeezing me like that, I’m going to lose my mind,” Bucky murmured, his words getting lost in your mind.

You tightened around him purposely, feeling him twitch before painting your insides with his release. He groaned deeply, continuing with shallow thrusts as he emptied himself into your heat. When he pulled out, he stared at your swollen sex, his release dripping out, and down your thighs. You screamed as he slapped the sensitive area, arching your back. You whimpered out a beg to ease up on you, and he moved you to lay on your back. You were barely there, whimpering out apologies pathetically, and he kissed a line from your belly up to your lips.

“You’re forgiven, doll.” He said, kissing you sweetly.

“Please, I’ll be so good.” You were desperate, throbbing around nothing, and you wanted to release the tension your body held so bad.

Bucky watched you beg, almost inclined to put his head back between your legs.

“Fine.” He sat on the bed, pulling you to straddle his thigh. You looked at him in confusion as he held your hips down.

“You can ride my thigh and get off that way, or you can quit complaining.”

Your eyes widened, and your face burned in humiliation. You hesitated for a moment before giving into your needs, rolling your hips and dragging your core over his thigh. You squeezed your eyes shut, burying your face in his shoulder as he quietly mocked you and how desperate you were. Your thighs started to shake, and he bounced his leg, making you come with a scream as you bit down lightly on his shoulder. 

“Daddy, no,” you complained as his hand snaked down to pinch your clit, sending shocks through you.

“Watch your mouth.” He ordered, grabbing your jaw in his free hand, disapproving of your protests. He overstimulated you, turning your pleasure into torture. You struggled to catch your breath as you writhed on his lap, begging him to let you ease up. You swore at him, and he smacked your already stinging core. You yelped at the pain, letting him have his way, too exhausted to protest further. 

You could’ve cried again as he finally eased up, deciding you had adequately paid for your misbehavior. After, he spent the entire evening showering you with attention, showing his soft side and loving on you.

[wish-i-wasnt-a-coward]

Family Cuddle Pile

a/n: I actually wrote this a while ago but it was perfect for the request. Theirs like, no content for this ship an I love it so much! Thank you for reading :) @arodynamic-enby

Pairings: romantic Anxceitmus and kid!Patton also super background Logince

Warnings: tattoos, less than ideal parent mentions, food mention, and light cursing

Word count: 1,844 

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Remus flopped out of bed, throwing his body carelessly across the room. He hastily threw on his clothes. Short shorts, ripped fishnets, a vest that was more patches than original material, really big clunky shoes, and a ripped up band-t. He also hooked his favorite bone earrings in his tattered earlobes. 

He stomped into his apartment’s kitchen. He grabbed a stale piece of bread he soaked it in coffee. Yawned and grabbed his bag, racing out the door. 

His brother was waiting for him at the tattoo shop, sketching a new idea. Unlike him, Roman only had a few tattoos, including not one, not two, not three… but three Disney quotes, a frog on a mushroom, a rose on his arm, and a constellation. Most of his tattoos were covered by tasteful burgundy overalls and a white button-down shirt.

Remus’ tattoos were also mostly covered by his clothes. But he had a tattoo sleeve depicting the garden of Eden, a matching frog on a mushroom, a quote from one of Roman’s books, medically accurate bone structures on his hand, a realistic spider on his neck, and a snake wrapping around his non-sleeved arm. And those were just the visible ones. 

Suffice to say, the twins were very different. 

Remus threw his bag onto the floor in the backroom, “Ro, when’s the first appointment!!” he yelled. “Your’s? At 11. FYI, Jan n’ Pat are coming over at 12, for motivation” Remus smiled, fuckin’ superb. 

He busied himself in collecting the ink and preparing the tattoo gun. The client wanted a fucking orange on their wrist, it should only take an hour or two but Remus was not excited to do a frickin’ orange circle. 

The prissy orange bitch came in and Remus got to work. They didn’t move much and only cried a little bit when the needle started jabbing at their skin. Remus liked this part of the process, stabbing people consensually was his favorite thing ever… also the art part but stabbing people!

Almost exactly an hour later the door jingled open. “Dada!!” a tiny voice called back into the store. “I’ll be there in a minute patty-cake” Remus called from his spot hunched over the client's arm.

He added the final touches to the fruit and helped the orange bitch off the chair. Roman swept the client away, Remus practically ran to greet his partner and son.

Janus wore a leather corset over a black collared shirt and baggy pants, their long platinum hair framed their face under their signature hat. They were holding hands with a toddler wearing mostly pink and blue, his blond hair (that matched Janus’) was a mop of curls barely held together by a few butterfly clips. 

“Dada, Dada!!! I got you a flower” the little boy cried, letting go of Janus’ hand and stumbling towards the tall man who scooped him up. Patton giggled and held out a sweaty flower clenched in his chubby fist. 

Remus accepted the flower with a gasp, ”this is really for me?” he said joyfully. Adjusting the small boy in his arms Remus turned towards Janus who was looking at the pair with a disgustingly sappy expression. 

“What are you lookin’ at hot stuff?” Remus teased. “Shut it you,” Janus said, pressing a kiss to Remus’ check. Patton made a noise, “icky” he said pushing Janus away. They laughed, “yes darling, we’re very icky”. 

“When’s verge-“

“he’ll be home at 4” 

“Dope”

“Stop by the Sleepy Café before you bring Pat to the apartment?”

“Can do scootal-lo!” 

Remus turned back to the little boy in his arms, “looks like you're stuck with me squirt”. Patton beamed and snuggled into Remus’ chest. Janus smiled again, “I’ll see you, boys, at dinner,” they said, ruffling Pat's hair and peaking Remus on the lips quickly so as to not upset the toddler. “Bye-bye Janny!!” Patton called after Janus as they left for work. 

“Righty-o,” Remus said, carrying Patton into the back room. “I know Ro’s got a couple coloring books, wanna do those for a bit?” Patton nodded and reached towards the ground to be put down. Remus plopped Patton on the couch and pulled out the book and pens as well as a sketchbook off his own. They sat together coloring and drawing until Roman came back to hug Patton. 

“Ah, my favorite nephew!” Roman said, scooping up the little boy. Patton laughed and pulled Roman’s hair. “Roro, can I color your arm pictures??” he asked, pointing to Roman’s rose tattoo. Roman plopped the toddler back down on the couch and handed him a pen. 

Patton went to work on the rose, scribbling reds and pinks and greens across his arm. Roman gave him complements each time Patton paused, and each time Patton shushed him and went back to work. Remus finished up his sketch, adding it to the pile of tattoo ideas they were eventually going to put up-front, and sat next to the toddler. 

“That’s really good pat-” 

“Shhhhhhhh”

Remus nodded and mimed zipping his lips. He liked spending time with the kid. They weren’t biologically related but who gives a fuck about blood, unless it’s outside of your body, then it’s fun. 

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“I don’ wanna” Patton wined his dad sighed “I know bubbles but we gotta go home to Papa and Janny, isn’t that fun” Patton considered this, “but Roro’s pretty arm picture” he argued. Remus scratched the back of his neck, “Pffffff- Ummm, how about this, we go home now and I’ll take you back to the shop tomorrow after pre-school” 

Patton brightened considerably, “ok” he chirped. “up please” the toddler’s chubby hands reached towards Remus who obediently scooped him up with a coo. After all who was he to say no to uppy hands. 

“See ya tomorrow, have fun on your date with the nerd” Remus sang as he snatched his bag juggling the still fussy Patton in his other arm. “Fu- Frick off Re. Say hi to your partners for me,” Romans said affectionately and waved as his twin left the building. 

Remus happily trotted out into the road. The tattoo shop was located on a quaint little street in the more commercial segment of their town only a short walk from Janus’ job. 

A light drizzle floated around them and the air was warm and comforting. Patton squealed as a large drop of water hit him in the head, prompting a laugh from Remus.

A jingle sounded through the peaceful cafe, the brown room was illuminated by those cool old fashion lights and a lovely array of pastries made the air smell of chocolate and blueberry scones. But the scones, as delicious as they were, weren’t the snack Remus was here for

“Hey babe- Remus why are you soaking wet”

“Puddle” Patton screeched. 

“Kid’s right, Puddle.”

Janus pinched their eyebrows, “ya know what, I’m not even surprised anymore. Just make sure Patton doesn’t catch a cold” they scolded. 

Remus nodded and saluted in mock seriousness, “yes captain” he said and pressed a kiss to Janus’ face over the cash register, “I’ll see ya in a bit” Remus grinned and led Patton back out of the cafe. 

Janus sighed lovingly as they watched their boyfriend and son turn to cross the street, Patton’s hand clasped around Remus’ happily. “Stop looking so happy, you're scaring the customers” Remy teased from across the counter. “Ha, Ha,” Janus glared and went back to work” 

Janus’ apartment was a cute two-bedroom space on the fourth floor of the building. The furniture was an interesting combo of vintage and things from the side of the road. The vintage parts came from their parent’s house, their father had died two years after Janus’ had run away and hadn’t thought to write them out of the will. 

The three of them had made a date out of customizing the few pieces that Janus wanted to keep. The customization mainly included darkening everything and adding more gothic touches. Virgil had done the fabrics, Remus the painting, and Janus moral support/ director. 

The three partners had also painted the kitchen/dining room/living room black with one yellow wall. Janus and Virgil’s room was dark purple instead of black with highlights in the same yellow. Patton’s room was the only one that didn’t  look marginally like a cave. 

The walls were a cream-yellow that lit up in the morning sunlight. After Janus announced that they were going to have a baby Remus had spent three hours painting the grey ceiling with white fluffy clouds. It was one of his favorite projects. 

Patton of course had no regard for the work put into the entirety of his home and was the usual menace of a toddler. And today a toddler with cheerios, truly a sight even god would tremble before. 

Remus plopped down next to Patton who was pushing cheerios around his highchair tray with an intense focus. He smiled at the little boy and flicked on the tv, “got any requests pip-squeak?” Remus asked. Patton looked thoughtful, “dead lady!!” he cried excitedly hitting the tray with his fists, cheerios flew everywhere. Remus nodded, understanding, “Corpse bride coming up!” he picked a few cheerios from the couch “you really are Verge’s kid” 

When Janus got home Patton was curled up on Remus’s chest. Both slept soundly despite the dead folk on the screen in front of them singing about the wedding. 

Janus smiled, their family was fucking adorable. They slipped off their shoes and snuggled up into Remus who hummed happily and pulled Janus into the hug still asleep. 

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Three hours later Virgil trudged up the four flights of stairs huffing indignantly with each step. Of course, he could take the elevator… but it might break down and he would be stuck for hours. Or someone could get into the elevator with him and he would have to interact with a stranger. So stairs it was. 

He rummaged around his baggy hoodie, running his fingers through his dark purple hair in annoyance when he couldn’t find the key. Once he found it Virgil carefully (as he did everything) opened the apartment door. His combat books clunked satisfyingly against the hardwood floors as he entered his house. Virgil felt the tension leave his muscles, he was home. He glanced across the room, looking for his family. 

Virgil’s face lit up like a god damned Christmas tree. 

Across the room, both his partners and his son were curled up sleeping happily. Drool covered Remus’ face and Janus was snoring, they were the most precious thing Virgil had seen all freakin day. 

The three of them woke as Virgil wrapped his arms around them, Patton squealed in excitement. “Hello, darling” Janus mumbled sleepily into Virgil’s arm. Remus just groaned and nestled into the hug. The toddler wriggled between his dads squealing profusely. “Shhh, s’ sleepy time” Remus mumbled, rolling deeper into the cuddle pile and shutting Patton up. 

Virgil smiled and pressed a kiss to his partner’s cheek. “Mmm, love you” they purred. “Love you too Jan,” Virgil said, nestling his face in their neck. Virgil knew he would have to start dinner soon but that could wait, for now, cuddles.