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NON-SEXUAL ACTS OF DOMINANCE

[ calm ]   your muse telling mine to  ‘ just breathe ‘ .

            stanton didn’t really go on dates. he never found them worth it and if he did, it was mostly fake. he was pulling a stunt to try and get someone between the sheets and he’s be putting on some show he knew they’d want to see. however, he actually  wanted to go on this date. where he wasn’t trying to be another version of himself, or planning to get something out it (even if that wouldn’t be too bad of an ending). sitting at the booth with menus between their fingers, stanton couldn’t help but to have his feet knocking into callen’s, smirking to himself as he looked over the options. dinner was on him, he already said. no need to fight him on it because he’d already declared, and one stanton was set on something…

when the waitress finally came around, she asked stan what he wanted and he replied easily with a specialty burger. cal, on the other hand, seemed not to be ready. a gush of words came from his mouth, asking about multiple things on the menu that were offered. stan was pretty sure he wasn’t even taking a breath in. eyebrows raised in amusement he chuckled, lightly running his foot along the inside of his leg.   “ cal? just breathe. “   he grinned, not at all bothered by his inability to decide. looking to the waitress, she was finally able to give a response, helping him finally narrow down his choice, picking one thing.

Charlie:

Name: Car

Picture: xx

Ringtone: Walking on Sunshine

Last Text:

     ❛❛ it’s dripping! ❜❜ cat didn’t share food. in her mind, if you wanted food, then you should’ve ordered your own. if you knew that you were going to be hungry & chose not to act upon it, then that’s your own issue. why should she be punished as a result of your own stupidity? ❛❛ okay, look. i don’t normally do this--❜❜ thrusting the cone towards caroline, she holds it out somewhat gingerly. ❛❛ but lick. because while i hate sharing food, i hate getting my clothes covered in chocolate ice-cream even more. ❜❜ looking at the blonde, cat nods slightly before a smirk appears across her face. ❛❛ i mean, we both know you can do phenomenal things with that tongue, so please don’t be shy. ❜❜

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[ ◐ ] my muse is having a sleepover with your muse. 

golden beams of sunshine tied in satin knots. music to make your teeth rot. sometimes days seem bleak. darker than most. the hopelessness of the world around them soaking into moisturized skin like an unwanted parasite. the world was ending, god didn’t that sound absolutely ridiculous. something you’d hear only in fiction. maybe she wasn’t spending her last days on earth well enough. maybe making cookies under her hands burned off wasn’t exactly the best coping skill. neither was filling her lungs with tars yet there she was, standing on her porch having her fourth cigarette as there was someone, a fine companion and excellent company, waiting in the living room. she needed to stop swimming her her own mind and go back in. it also probably didn’t help that there was half a box of wine in her system.