#T-stuff from peeps

[thyme-in-a-bubble]

a little fashion show

kinktober, day four

a/n: bro, the amount of time this idea has been in the notes app on my phone....

warnings: stiles stilinski x reader, smut, best friends to lovers, mutual pining, trying on lingerie, teasing, flashing, kissing

word count: 990

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“Who was at the door?” Stiles asked as your giddy form appeared in the doorway to your room once more. 

“The mailman,” you giggled, unable to contain your excitement, “and look!”

“You got a package!” not getting as revved up in the excitement as you were, he nonchalantly pointed out the parcel in your palms, “oh, cool!”

“Not just any package, only the one I’ve been waiting about a billion years to arrive,” you shut the door behind you, gazing down at the bundle in your hands with heart-shaped eyes, “you don’t mind if I just try this stuff on right now, do you? I just don’t know if I can wait till you leave.”

Discretely readjusting in his comfortable seat on your mattress, he waved a hand, “no, no, it’s fine.”

“Really? Great!” you squealed, digging your fingers into the opening of the package, “you can help me see if any of it doesn’t suit me or fit right, give you a little fashion show and everything.” 

“Alright, sure,” he agreed with a soft chuckle as you disappeared behind the wide bookcase that acted as a divider in the middle of your room.

After changing into the first item, you couldn’t stop yourself from springing back out, arms raised high above your head as you sang, “tada! What do you think?”

“Wow, oh, wow,” you watched Stiles eyes grow wide as they landed on the extremely short nightgown hanging around your form, “that’s-, that’s-…”

“It’s cute, isn’t it?” you turned your back to your stunned friend to glance at yourself in the mirror, “the floral pattern especially.” 

Gaze tracing your hands as they played with the tiny skirt, “y-yeah, it is,” you just barely managed to catch sight of his reflection discreetly move one of your pink pillows over his lap, “it’s good, you should definitely keep that one.”

You hadn’t thought that his blush could have gotten any worse, but evidently, as you soon pranced out clad in the next thing, it very much could. 

“What about this one?” you innocently observed the lingerie set in the long mirror, turning a bit to see how the high-waisted, black underwear hugged your bottom, “do you think it fits alright?” 

Looking like a broken PlayStation 2 game you’d have to pull out and blow on, Stiles simply hummed, “huh?”

“I just feel like if I jump around or bend over in this, the girls are just gonna spill out,” your nose crinkled as your fingertips ghosted over the cups of the matching bra. 

“I mean,” he blinked hazily, “you could test it out, if you want.”

Obliging twice, jumping gently in place, the squint to your eye didn’t fade away as not only you observed how your boobs jiggled in the cups, “hm, I don’t know, maybe one of the ones that has a different cut then this one…”

Peeping through the shy slivers of the bookcase, you bit down on your smirk as you watched the trouble you’d stirred up on the other side. As you slid off the black number, daringly arching your back and purposefully sticking your butt out far enough for him to catch a glimpse, you spotted how a string of your want clung to the panties as you dragged the down your legs. 

If this last one wasn’t gonna do the trick, make the guy you’d had a crush on forever fess up and make a move, then you didn’t know what would.

Pink, skimpy and sheer, your pebbly nipples weren’t the only thing on full display as the see-through thong also made your puffy pussylips no secret to anyone. 

Your pace as you returned to the mirror was purposefully slow, not looking to Stiles even once as you felt your desperation for him soak the pretty garments. 

“T-that-, yeah,” his fluttering eyes were trained on your bare bottom, “that’s nice.”

“Yeah?” you still didn’t dare to look at him, “you think so?”

“Mhm,” he nearly groaned. 

Grazing your touch ever so lightly over the elastic edges, you uttered, “you really think it’s pretty?”

“Y-yeah…”

“Stiles,” you sucked in a deep breath and gathered up the courage through the pumping adrenalin of being so exposed before your crush, “can I ask you something?”

“Anything,” flowed from his lips nearly instantly.

“Would you have sex with me?”

The room was dead silent a moment before Stiles choked, “what?”

“Would you fuck me?” you rephrased, still not looking back at him in the refection. 

“Would I-… I’m sorry, what?”

“Would you fuck me?” gnawing at your bottom lips, you finally turned to face him, “because I kinda really like you, like a lot,” your feet slowly carried you closer to where he sat, “and I don’t know, I’m sorry, am I being too forward? Is this too much? Do you not like me in that way? Because I totally get it if you do, I’m really sorry for everything. I thought you’d picked up on the hints I’ve been dropping for a while now and that you-”

“I do like you!” he rushed to cut off your concern, “I-I-, yes,” seizing your hand in his as he emphasized, “yes.” 

“Yes or yes?” you asked, eyes flickering to the pillow hiding his own excitement. 

“Yes,” he nodded, swiftly tugging you down in his lap before you could withdraw your proposal. 

An airy whimper escaped your lips as he then kissed you, your whole body feeling like puddy in his grasp. Drawing back a moment from his long-awaited pecks, you found yourself offering bashfully, “you know, I could also just give you a handjob or blow you or something if you’re not-”

Using his leverage, he suddenly flung you down against the mattress, effectively cutting your suggestion off as he scurried to hover above you, an earnest grin adorning his lips as he then exclaimed “oh my god, just shut up and let me screw my best friend.”

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[hencheri]

▸ 18+ mdni.

haechan catches you peeping on him.

| pairing. haechan x peeping tom!reader

| warnings. dubcon, stalking, voyeurism, masturbation, mean!haechan.

| wc. 2k

haechan’s house is really neat. even the rooms you expect to be a little messier, like the bathroom and kitchen, are perfectly organized and clean. apart from some used dishes in the sink and a book on the couch, everything is put away in its respective place. 

it’s as if his home is unoccupied at how neat it is, but the decoration here and there, and the opened mail on the kitchen counter tell you otherwise. 

it’s chic, pearly white walls with some touches of grey and black on the furniture. really modern too, with big windows that allow the sunlight to illuminate the house during the early hours of the day. 

there’s no more sunlight now as it is late in the evening, but it’s still really beautiful, the living room being lit up by the street lamps outside and the bright moon in the sky. 

haechan always keeps a spare key hidden in a pot beside the backdoor. that’s how you managed to get inside without triggering the safety alarm. you’re careful to not turn on any lights, but you’re also grateful he has the habit of keeping the ceiling light of the kitchen on, so you can walk through the first floor without any issue. 

you don’t touch a lot of things there, mainly because you don’t want to take the risk and what really interests you is upstairs. you quickly look through the bathroom, but most of his personal stuff is in the other one where you know he has his expensive shampoo and cologne. 

you eventually go upstairs. you first enter his bedroom and it’s really cozy, smelling so much like him. his bed is made, his laptop sitting on top of the thick covers, and his slippers are beside the nightstand, ready for when he returns.

you’re tempted to open his laptop, and so you get on his bed, placing the electronic device before you, pulling the lid up. 

unfortunately, it’s protected by a password. before you can even try to type something on the keyboard, you hear the front door opening. 

you immediately start to panic, closing the lid of the laptop hurriedly, stepping on your feet and searching for a hiding spot. you don’t have much time as you hear the sounds of him walking upstairs, reaching for the door of the closet.

he enters his room with a groan, dropping his phone on his bed. 

you cover your mouth with your hand so he doesn’t hear your rapid breathing, watching him through the blinds of the closet’s door.

he goes to the dresser in front of his bed and looks at himself briefly in the mirror, passing his hand through his long black locks. he licks his lips before pulling his t-shirt over his head by the collar and putting it in the laundry basket. he remains in his grey sweatpants, hanging a bit low on his hips.

you feel your face heating up at the sight of haechan shirtless, his honey skin revealed to you. he’s literally breathtaking. 

he disappears to the bathroom, you assume to take a shower as you hear the water running. he comes back 10 minutes later, now laying down in bed, picking up his laptop. 

he first types out things on his keyboard, and you think that he might be answering emails. then, you’re not sure of what he’s doing, browsing through the internet, clicking on some things you obviously can’t see from where you’re hiding. 

you’re thinking about how you will be able to leave. perhaps when he’ll be asleep, but you know he’s a very light sleeper, you could wake him up. you come to the conclusion that the safest way will be tomorrow when he’ll be off to work. you’ll have to stay in this closet for a couple of hours…

your attention is back quickly on haechan as he starts palming himself over his sweats, feminine moans being heard, coming from a video playing on his laptop. it doesn’t take you long to understand what exactly he’s watching, his hand gripping and squeezing his cock still trapped in his pants.

he wets his pink lips with his tongue, eyes staring at the screen of his computer, a mix of squelching noises and high-pitched moans echoing in the room. he reaches into his sweatpants, stroking his engorged cock and letting out a groan. 

your cheeks are definitely on fire now. they are burning, and so is your core, heating up more and more at the sinful scene in front of you. you try to calm down because you really don’t want haechan to know you’re here, but it’s so difficult, feeling the urge to ease the ache between your legs. 

the urge to come out of the closet and finally do what you dream of everyday…

he pushes down his sweats, bringing his briefs with them, freeing his pulsating erection. his hand grips his cock again, and he parts his legs wider, stroking himself at a slow pace. his mouth is ajar to let out shallow breaths, having to lick his lips multiple times to hydrate them. 

you can’t believe this is really happening right now. after all, you’re into haechan’s intimacy, and he doesn’t know that you’re here… you should have anticipated something like that could happen, but to be honest, you’re not displeased, quite the opposite. 

his breath has become more erratic and the pace of his hand goes faster. the head of his cock glistens under the light of his bedroom, spreading his pre-cum all over his girth. 

“fuck,” he curses under his breath as he comes too close to his orgasm, stopping his movements and squeezing the base of his cock while throwing his head back. 

his chest heaves up and down rapidly, and after a few seconds, haechan looks back at the screen of his computer, stroking his cock with his fist. 

you can clearly feel the pulse between your legs and the sticky feeling in your panties is almost embarrassing, your face burning hot. there’s no way your panties are not soaking in your arousal right now.

his bangs get into his eyes, so he passes a hand through his hair, pushing the strands away, but they fall right back in front of his eyes when he moves his head slightly down. he lets out a moan, slowing his pace when he feels his high coming, starting up once again as he can’t help but pleasure himself. 

your eyes travel his body, and the need to touch your own is too strong to ignore, your hand lingering over your core. your gaze goes up to his chest, a thin layer of sweat covering his skin. you look down to his subtle abs, then to his crotch, the area that catches your attention the most. 

you know haechan is about to cum when he accelerates the pace of his hand, rubbing his cock until his thighs tense up as well as his stomach, reaching his high. a low and high-pitched moan escapes his mouth as his cock spurts out long ropes of cum, landing on his abdomen, more coming out and dripping down over his hand. 

at this, you quickly rub your clit over your panties, cumming at the same time as him with your hand over your mouth to muffle your moans. 

but you’re too lost in your own lust that you accidentally make a hanger fall, alerting haechan of your presence. you internally curse yourself, not even down from your orgasm that you already get caught. 

you pray in silence, but after whipping his cum off his stomach and pausing the video, haechan gets up from his bed, pulling his sweats up. you watch him approaching the closet, absolutely terrified. 

you shut your eyes, hoping that he doesn’t see you, but you have to be really dumb to think he won’t. 

“who the fuck are you?” 

you’re in trouble.

you open your eyes and slowly look up to see him staring down at you with a confused—no, furious—expression on his face. he’s not even freaked out or weirded out, he’s mad.

“were you watching me? you fucking creep,” he insults, and you won’t lie that it hurts you a little. you didn’t mean this to happen. 

you don’t say anything, a knot in your throat forming as you feel tears appearing in your eyes. oh, god… this is so not how you wanted it to end up. 

“come here…” he says through gritted teeth, grabbing your arm and pulling you up to your feet. he towers over you and you can feel how pissed off he is just by the way he’s looking at you. 

he drags you out of his room, not addressing you a single word as he brings you to the first floor and to the door leading downstairs. 

“wait-” you choke out as you realize what he’s going to do, “please, don’t!” 

he opens the door and shoves you inside, almost making you fall down the stairs. when he lets go of your arm, you rush to get out, but he closes the door before you can. 

“no, no… please! i’m sorry!” you yell and cry, banging on the door that separates you from him.

he locks you in and he leaves you there, turning the kitchen’s lights off. you scream for him all night, but he never comes, having you sleep there without any food or water. 

in the morning, you hear him preparing himself to go to work. you scream at him again, but he doesn’t even acknowledge you. you stay by the door all day crying and sniffling, hiccuping at how intensely you cried. 

when he comes back from work, you don’t have the energy to call for him, and so you look under the door to watch his shadow. after what felt like hours, his feet finally stop in front of the basement, and you’re absolutely relieved to hear him unlocking the door.

you immediately look up at him when he opens it, but you don’t dare saying a word, too afraid to say something wrong, something that would make him lock you up in there again. 

he grabs the same arm as yesterday and you wince at the sore feeling. he held you with so much force that he left the mark of his fingers on you.

he walks you down the stairs, lighting up the basement and pushing you on the dusty couch. 

you raise your hands in front of you as defense, wanting him to calm down. “please, i didn’t-” you begin, but get cut off by him. 

“you didn’t what, huh? what haven’t you done?” he asks ironically, straddling your body sprawled out on the couch. “‘cause you broke into my house, watched me jerk off, and… snooped through my shit,” he says while tugging on your top, recognizing it as his own t-shirt. “so honestly, there’s nothing you didn’t do.”

“i’m sorry…” you only manage to respond.

he scoffs at that, shaking his head. “shut up,” he says, “you’re only sorry because you got caught, bitch.” you swallow, looking at him with glossy eyes and trembling lips. “i should call the cops on you, you know? you gotta be a fucking freak to watch me jerk off,” he laughs, mocking you. “bet you enjoyed it, didn’t you?”

as if to confirm his words, he sneaks a hand under your skirt, pulling your panties to the side. he immediately feels your wetness from last night, gliding his fingers through your sticky folds. you can’t refrain the moans from slipping past your lips.

“yeah, you fucking did, nasty whore.”

he purposely rubs your clit with his finger and you flinch at the contact, seeing that you’re still very sensitive from your ruined orgasm. he removes his hand from between your legs, bringing his wet fingers to your mouth. 

“come on, open,” he instructs, and you do, welcoming his digits in. “see, i think i'm gonna keep you… gonna give you the real thing, must be boring to only always watch, no?”

[potatoplace]

Can't Help Falling In Love

The Afterthought: Chapter 6 | series masterlist

ACOTAR x Archeron!Reader

chapter 5 | chapter 7 | ACOTAR x reader masterlist

Story Summary: Your gained independence has brought you more friendships, a companion, and, surprisingly, a new romance.

Warnings: shitty Feyre, very mild drinking, iiii honestly think that's it? I cannot think of anything else, let me know if I missed something pls

Words: ~11.8k

Author's Note: omg so I'm tired so there might be mistakes BUT everyone let me know what they think!!!!!!!!!! IM SO EXCITED TO HEAR WHAT YOU THINK CAUSE OMG IVE BEEN SO EXCITED FOR THIS MOMENT. Also. Peep the fun lil cameo I made (I am sure you all will guess it easily lol it's p obvious imo. Also. I will share pictures if people ask 🤭) I hope you all like this chapter!! ps the title is from an Elvis song but I know it from Fools Rush In but that's what they dance to at the end

18+ only pls

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Mor returned just a few minutes after you finished getting dressed, in a soft, thick navy cotton nightgown, your feet clad in soft, fuzzy white slippers.

You had already set the table- another purchase from the secondhand furniture store that you had made yesterday, coming with four matching chairs. The scuffed walnut wood matched your bed frame, which had been a good enough reason for you to choose it.

And, that you'd been able to carry it home. Slowly, but you had, and you'd returned for the chairs promptly, each time apologizing to the seemingly annoyed shop owner who had said nothing each time, only stared at you over the top of his book.

You let Mor in after the first knock, giggling when you saw everything she was carrying. She had a small duffel bag, a bag filled with food, and another bag filled with... well, you weren't sure yet, but it was stuffed to the brim.

"Did you bring enough stuff, Mor?"

"Oh, hush you," Mor said, breezing past you to deposit the food on the stable, her other bags deposited next to your bed. "I brought pasta! There's a creamy one that has a seafood blend, and some good old spaghetti with meatballs. Plus-" Mor pulled another, smaller bag out. "Breadsticks!"

"Did you get anything healthy?" You asked, taking the breadstick that she handed to you and taking a bite.

"Nope," Mor said through her own bite. "I mean, unless you count tomatoes being a fruit. Which I totally do. So actually, yes."

You shook your head and laughed as you sat at the table, Mor following right after. "As long as there's tomatoes, then. What's all the other stuff?" You asked, pointing your breadstick at her other bags.

"Well, one is my clothes for tonight and in the morning, and the other is full of housewarming presents!"

You let out an exasperated sigh, but you couldn't help the smile that spread across your face. "More housewarming presents? I don't know how much of this I can take."

"Oh, you will take them happily," Mor said sternly. "They're just some small things that I thought you might need, nothing big. Though I would love to help you find a couch tomorrow, if you're up for it?"

You looked at the bag, and back to Mor. "That depends on how much you got me, Mor."

Mor smiled brightly. "Ahh, so you can be convinced. Do you want to know what they are now, or food first?" You glanced down at your breadstick, and quirked a brow at Mor. "I mean the pasta, silly. So?"

"Uhh... Presents first, I suppose, as long as the food won't get cold."

"That should be no problem, if we keep it in the bag. I'll go change into my pajamas really quick, and then you can see what I got you!"

A few minutes later you were sat on your bed, Mor beside you, pulling your first present out as you held your eyes shut.

"Go ahead and open!" Mor said after placing something that felt like a book in your outstretched hands.

It was a book- and upon opening, you saw that it was filled with handwriting exercises, and beginners words. Meant for a child, yes, but...

"Mor, thank you," you said tearily, pulling your friend into your arms. "This is- oh, this is so amazing. Thank you, thank you, thank you!"

Mor giggled beside you. "You're welcome, Y/N! I know that glass Nuala and Cerridwen gave you is helpful for understanding letters, but I also know you'd prefer to do it yourself. Now, close your eyes again!"

The two of you repeated the process over and over again, until you'd received every present Mor had picked out for you.

She had gifted you a beautiful quill set, with a selection of colored inks along with a larger inkwell filled with the standard black. A diary, in a delicate shade of pink, along with matching letter paper and envelopes, a small kit to do wax seals for when you decide to send letters. Mor had also picked out a few lovely bars of hand soap, along with two cute crystal dishes to hold them. And Mor had brought you two new blankets, one a dark blue, and the other in a dark purple.

"You can never have enough blankets, Y/N. Never," Mor said seriously as the two of you moved back to the dining table, each of you having a blanket wrapped around your shoulders.

"I agree with you completely, Mor. And really, thank you for everything," you said sincerely, squeezing her hand.

"It's my pleasure, Y/N. I'm always happy to go shopping! Now- do you want some of both dishes? Cause... I do," Mor admitted with a grin as she pulled the to-go boxes out of the bag.

"I'd be happy to have both," you giggled, grabbing another breadstick from the bag, this one slightly cooler than before. "So- tell me what's been going on with the Hewn City? Unless you want to avoid work completely."

Mor sighed as she dished out some of both pastas for both of you, onto the pretty clay plates you had bought two days ago, with painted flowers decorating its surface. "Well, Keir has been a pain in my ass, using every available connection he has to try and stop the upcoming election. He's been holding these stupid little rallies at the nightly revels, trying to convince the citizens to stage a coup. Though why he thinks that would work when Rhys or Feyre alone would be able to shut it down, I don't know. Just... He's being a pain in my ass!"

"I'm sorry, Mor. Isn't there anything that Feyre or Rhys would be able to do? Or maybe... Maybe remove him from power, imprison him for attempting to overthrow their rule?" You suggested, then took a bite of the seafood pasta- absolutely delicious, the creamy sauce complimenting the scallops, shrimp, and shellfish well, the pasta tender.

"I've tried telling them that it may be the only way forward, but they don't seem to understand how bad it's gotten as of late. Azriel's been busy in Autumn or Illyria for the past few months, and Cassian's been monitoring Windhaven specifically as of late. And Feyre is pregnant, meaning Rhys is unlikely to send her to the Hewn City without him, which would leave only Amren in Velaris. So..." Mor took a dejected bite of a breadstick.

"So you're stuck there?"

"Pretty much," she sighed. "Though I made Rhys promise to give me at least one day off every week, so I'll be able to come back home, and I'll be able to see you!"

You smiled. "Good, I'm glad. I missed you a lot over this last month, Mor."

Mor's expression matched your own. "I missed you too, sweets. Now... Tell me how everything's been going with you?"

It was your turn to sigh after you swallowed your bite of spaghetti- also delicious, with the slightly spicy sauce and meatballs.

"Things have been... They're looking up now. Now that I've moved out, at least. And working has been really nice. Things around the River House... Besides Azriel, they've been really tough for me. Nesta and Elain... They make me so uncomfortable, and they hate me for no reason. At least, that's what it feels like. And Feyre doesn't seem to care, either..." You shoved another bite of food into your mouth, letting the flavor soothe your pain.

"I'm sorry, Y/N. I really thought that Feyre would have tried to make them stop, especially after how rude they were dress shopping for Starfall," Mor said. "But I'm glad to here that things are looking up for you- And that Azriel has been sweet. And working at Sevenda's! You've done amazingly for yourself, love, all on your own. If..." Mor paused, considering her words. "If you decided to not have them in your life anymore, I wouldn't blame you. Feyre I would give another chance, but Nesta and Elain... They're taking their anger about their own situation out on you, I think. And that's unforgivable, seeing as they know how much it's hurt you."

Tears had welled in your eyes at her words, at how well she understood your feelings. "Thank you, Mor," you managed to choke out before the tears fell.

"Oh, sweets... Come here," Mor said, standing from her chair and pulling you up and into her arms, squeezing you tightly, a hand stroking your hair soothingly. "How about we do a face mask and eat chocolate? Does that sound good?" Mor asked after a while, pulling away from you a bit. You nodded your head, not trusting your voice quite yet.

"Let's do it, then."

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The next morning was lazy, with you and Mor sleeping in and laying in bed for an hour, talking about everything and nothing. You felt like you were sharing hushed secrets together, like you had so long ago with Feyre when the both of you laid awake at night, your other sisters sleeping the night away as the two of you dreamed of a life you wanted to live, not just an existence of scraping by.

Eventually, you were dragged from the cocoon of your bed by your bladder, and after you had washed your hands you jumped on the bed, right on Mor.

"It's time to get up," you sang as you laid on top of your friend, giggling when she half-heartedly tried to push you off of her. "You said you wanted to go couch shopping, right?"

"Yes, but not this early," Mor groaned beneath you.

"If you want any chance of paying for it, you've got to get up now!"

"Okay, okay! You've convinced me, you're impossible to give things to unless I've already bought them," Mor laughed, and this time you let her push you off of her- not that you doubted her ability to do it if she truly wanted to. The two of you made your way into the bathroom, going through the steps of washing and moisturizing your faces. "We're stopping for breakfast in a café, though, I'm dying to have a muffin and some coffee."

"That's fine by me Mor," you laughed. "You can change in here, I'll change in the main room."

"Okay, just let me know when you're dressed so I don't accidentally peek on you," Mor said after she had grabbed her bag and returned to the bathroom. That left you to quickly strip out of your nightgown, down to your underwear. You slipped on a simple peach brassiere and into a clean, black woolen dress, in a similarly modest fashion to the one you had worn yesterday.

"You can come out, Mor," you called out, and a moment later the bathroom door swung open.

"Let's get going, I'm starving," Mor complained as the two of you slipped on your boots and outerwear, you of course wearing all of the items Azriel had bought for you. "Oo, I like these," Mor said, stroking the cape with an ungloved hand. "Did you buy it recently?"

A blush spread over your cheeks against your will. "Oh, uhm. Azriel gave the set to me, for Solstice."

A smile spread across Mor's face. "Oh? Azriel bought it for you?" Mor asked.

Your cheeks heated further at her actual question. "It's not like that, he's just being nice..." You mumbled.

"And what if he wasn't?"

You blinked at Mor for a moment, dumbstruck by her suggestion before you laughed. "No, no. I don't... That's not a possibility, Mor."

Mor shook her head. "But you want it to be- and it is. Any male or female would be lucky to have you, Y/N," Mor said gently, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. "Now. Let's go get breakfast."

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Three hours later, you and Mor were carrying a couch through the snow covered streets of Velaris, the legs dragging through the white powder. Its pink velvet fabric was a near match to the chair you had already bought, and had a low enough back to allow winged individuals to sit comfortably.

Not that you'd taken that too much into account, it was just a nice benefit for when Azriel came to visit.

Which he would be, tonight. The two of you had agreed to have dinner tonight, as your way of repaying him for your bed. It was the one night he would be in town this week, and since you had the day off it had seemed to work perfectly.

Mor was going out with some friends tonight at Rita's, an activity that you were fine not being involved in, and she had to return to the Hewn City early in the morning.

The two of you said goodbye in the late afternoon, a long hug and promises to coordinate time together and write to each other- you would even attempt to tell her about your week, if you were able.

You spent the time before Azriel turned up cleaning your apartment some, washing the dishes that you and Mor had used last night and putting away the gifts she had given you.

Then? You collapsed on the couch, a blanket spread over you as you enjoyed how soft the cushions were.

A shadow tangled in your hair moments before a knock landed on your door, and you shook your head at the silly little thing.

"Hello, Azriel," you said as you opened the door, face to face with the Shadowsinger, a round, covered dish in his hands. His shadows seemed antsier than usual, a few of them breaking away to swirl around your feet, a tiny smile creeping onto your lips.

His eyes tracked them, tightening for a moment before they met yours, hazel softening as he looked at you. "Good evening, Y/N."

Your smile grew. "Come in, you need to choose a recipe so that we can go shopping," you said brightly as you opened the door further, letting him into your apartment. "You didn't need to bring anything, you know."

"Thank you. I just brought dessert, and it was my pleasure. And I'd be happy to have anything you make, Y/N," Azriel said as he followed you into the kitchen, where you had two of your cookbooks set out on the counter. The ones that Nesta and Feyre had gifted you. He set the dish to the left of them, and you were tempted to peel back the foil covering it.

"None of that, you're going to choose a recipe that you want," you demanded, fully aware that you are being more assertive than you'd been with him... Well, ever.

But he seemed similar to you, in the way that you never liked to accept much of anything from others.

Azriel stared you down for a moment before sighing, a small smile creeping onto his face. "Okay. But you have to let me know if it's a recipe you wouldn't like," Azriel said firmly, waiting to open a cookbook until you had nodded your agreement. "Good."

He flicked through the pages until he settled on a dish you both thought sounded good- chicken and dumplings. "It was my favorite when I was younger," Azriel confessed as the two of you walked to the Palace of Hoof and Leaf, his shadows clearing your path as they had taken to doing over the past month.

"I can't imagine you younger, somehow," you giggled as you looked up at him, trying to imagine him as a gangly teenager. But the image never came, leaving you staring at the very masculine male next to you.

Azriel let out an amused snort. "That's fine by me, I was... I was awkward, back then. But, so were my brothers."

"You? Awkward?" You shook your head. "I don't buy it. You're too calm, all the time."

"That's now. Back then I was a nervous wreck," Azriel admitted, rubbing the back of his head.

"Well, if you're ever nervous now, you do an amazing job of hiding it," you said as you picked out the vegetables you would need, handing over your bank card to the stall owner for a moment, thanking them as you left. The vegetables were placed into the cloth bag you had brought with you, which Azriel plucked from your arms despite your protest.

"If you're paying for everything and cooking, the least you can let me do is carry the ingredients," he insisted. "Now, what else do we need?"

You looked down at your list, squinting at the poorly printed ingredients that you had written down before leaving. "Uh... Chicken, obviously."

"Right. There's a butcher shop just a few stalls down," Azriel said, leading you gently with a hand on the small of your back.

The intimacy of his touch made your breath stutter for a moment, before you reminded yourself that Azriel is your friend, nothing more.

Shopping flew by, easy, light conversation flowing between the two of you while you were in the outdoors.

Azriel carried everything for you, prying every item out of your hands after you had paid for it. But you didn't feel patronized by it, rather... You felt touched, that he wanted to carry the groceries back to your apartment, that he wanted to help out in some way. It was nice.

His helping hands attempted to extended into the kitchen, at which point you fixed him with your toughest stare, demanding that he stayed still.

"Just sit there and let me cook! Enjoy your wine!" You said to him as you dropped the dumplings into the pot. "This is me repaying you for my bed in the one way you would let me- so let me!"

Azriel sighed, but you could almost hear the smile he was wearing. "I cannot believe my shadows are siding with you."

"What?" You asked, turning away from the pot to stare at him, laughing at the sight you were met with. "Oh my- that's hilarious!" You giggled at seeing Azriel, covered in his own shadows as they held him to the chair, even lifting his glass of wine up for him.

"So you say, I find mutiny much less amusing," Azriel said, shaking his head with a smile on his face. "It smells amazing, Y/N."

Your smile grew, nose scrunching at his words. "Thank you, it should only be a few more minutes."

"I'm fine right here, no matter how long it takes."

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Azriel had left your apartment near eight in the evening last night, after he had insisted upon doing the dishes, of course. Dinner had been such a pleasant affair, with Azriel telling you about his work in Autumn and Illyria, and you talking about the small dramas of your fellow kitchen staff.

You could confidently say that you were friends now. Even better, you had gotten Azriel to agree to have dinner with you when he had a rare evening in town that wasn't taken up by court matters or inner circle dinners, though it hadn't been tough to convince the male. The next time you would see him would likely be on Saturday, though he had promised to send a note with one of his shadows if something came up.

Currently though, you were at work, nestled between Josi and Torma.

You'd woken up with an ominous feeling pooling deep in your stomach, one that you still hadn't shaken. But, you'd gotten yourself out of bed and to work; for that, you were proud.

Josi and Torma were going back and forth about where they should go for drinks that night.

"I think we should go to Rita's. Then we can dance!" Josi said excitedly, even doing a little jig, bumping her hip lightly into yours which drew a giggle from you. "See! Y/N thinks it's fun!"

"Dancing would be fun, that's true Josi. But I'm feeling more like sitting and talking a bit tonight, which is why Blue Bar would be a much better choice," Torma explained, giving Josi her best puppy dog eyes as she looked over your head.

Josi sighed. "What if Y/N comes dancing with us? Would you go to Rita's then?"

Your eyes widened at the suggestion. "I don't think-"

"Oh, please Y/N?" Torma begged, setting down her knife and putting her palms together. "Please please please? You haven't gone out with us yet!"

You scrunched your face at the idea. Drinking, dancing, and being near so many people... Was not your idea of a relaxing evening. "I'm not sure... I don't really drink," you said quietly.

"But you don't have to drink! You can just watch us be silly and bad at dancing," Josi enthused, setting down her own knife. "Come ooon, you know you want to see us make fools of ourselves!"

The thought of them stumbling around together on a dance floor did bring a smile to your face. "As long as you guys don't abandon me," you decided, your words resulting in enthusiastic high fives from your coworkers, only making you smile wider.

"Yes! Okay, we can either pick you up from your apartment at seven, or you can meet us at Rita's at the same time," Josi said.

"Uhh... Pick me up from my apartment, I think. Otherwise I might just stay home," you admitted sheepishly.

"Then we'll pick you up at seven o'clock sharp," Torma declared.

The rest of your shift passed quickly, with you leaving around five. You bid goodbye to your coworkers, promising them that you would be ready and enthusiastically awaiting their arrival in two hours.

You walked home, enjoying the slightly warmer weather that Velaris was having today. The sun was shining brightly, even as it began its descent below the horizon.

Still, even the lovely weather couldn't shake the feeling in your bones that something unexpected would happen today, good or bad.

And you were proven right when you arrived to your building, Feyre standing outside of the locked door, looking...

Angry.

Furious.

Your heart picked up in your chest, beating rapidly as you tried to assess why she would be angry... The only reason you could come up with was, well... Why you were standing outside of an apartment building.

"Hello, Feyre," you said, as neutrally as you could with your heart hammering in your chest.

"Y/N," Feyre said coldly, her hands pointing to the doorknob. "Let me in?"

Your brows scrunched together, but you unlocked the door, letting Feyre pass through before you. You led her upstairs, pausing before your door. Should you let her in...? You sighed and unlocked the door, allowing Feyre to enter your apartment. Your safe space.

You only hoped it continue to feel that way, after this visit.

"So... You moved out without telling me? Do you have any idea how dangerous that is? How worried I've been?!" Feyre growled at you once the door was shut behind you.

"Worried?" You asked with a mirthless chuckle. "You've been worried? I was gone for a week, Feyre! A week, and you couldn't be bothered to notice until Mor did!" You yelled at her, your own anger at your situation bubbling up. "Besides, it's not like I could leave the fucking city without your approval anyways, so what do you have to be worried about?! That I'm making my own life, with people who actually care about me?!" Feyre opened her mouth to respond, but you didn't give her the chance. "I felt like nothing but a burden, an annoyance in that house," you hissed. "And if you had actually cared about me, you would've noticed I moved out last Wednesday. And you would've noticed when I got a job. And you would have remembered that I cannot. Read." Tears filled your eyes as you brought up that little tidbit, the sting of it fresh whenever you thought of it. Water had begun pooling in Feyre's eyes, and you knew that if she spoke you would forgive her, even if you didn't want to. "Now get out, Feyre, unless you've decided that my apartment is now your property as well. Come back when you actually realize why I moved out," you said coldly as you opened the door, staring expectantly at her.

She did as you asked, passing through the doorway mere minutes after she entered. Feyre turned to you, her eyes sparkling with unshed tears. "I do care for you, Y/N. But you've got to stop acting like living at the River House was torture."

You scoffed and rolled your eyes, slamming the door in her face and locking it tightly.

Not that it would stop her, if she really wanted in...

You spent the rest of your time before your coworkers showed up curled in your bed, pillows piled around you and blanket pulled over your head. It was only when you peeked at the clock and saw it was ten to seven that you pulled yourself from your cocoon.

Hair brushed out and a small amount of eyeliner and pale pink rouge and lipstick applied, you quickly changed into a different dress. Your cozy black cotton dress was changed to a flowing, sapphire blue silk gown. The sleeves were loose, wider once they met your forearms, and the modest cut and floor length skirts left you feeling secure and covered. You felt pretty in it, one of the few nicer gowns you had taken from your closet in the River House.

You had just pulled on your boots and cloak when a knock fell on your door, Josi and Torma waiting outside.

"How did you get in the building?" You asked with a laugh as you locked up.

"Well, one of the other tenants had just walked in when we arrived, so we slipped inside!" Josi explained, locking arms with you as the three of you left the building.

"Ahh, that explains it."

"Yes. Now, let's get to Rita's! It's cold as balls out here," Torma groaned, taking your other arm and dragging the two of you along faster.

The air in Rita's was hot, a welcome reprieve from the winter chill outside. Josi went to order drinks for the three of you, while Torma led you over to a booth in the back of the bar.

The two of you had just settled in when Josi came back, four drinks in her hands. She set two in front of you, one was water, the other was pink and sparkling, smelling of strawberries and a hint of alcohol.

"I know you said you don't drink, but I thought I would get you something just in case! I had the bartender make it less strong for you. And if you don't have it, I'll drink it anyways," Josi giggled as she slid into the booth next to you, already sipping her own drink.

Normally you wouldn't have dared to touch alcohol, but your conversation with Feyre earlier... You could use a distraction. And, you were with your trusted coworkers.

You took a small sip of the drink, delighted at the way the liquid was fizzing in your mouth. It tasted as it smelled, primarily of strawberries with the slightest hint of alcohol- champagne, you thought.

"Thank you, Josi, it's delicious."

"I'm glad you like it! Oh- Torma, we have to dance to this one!" Josi squealed, setting her drink down and sliding out of the booth, pulling Torma along with her.

You watched them dance, sillier with each song as Josi had said they would, sipping your drink. You started feeling light, tipsy like you had at the one party you'd drank at, when you still lived in the human lands.

Maybe that was why you hadn't noticed him, until he was standing directly in front of you, wings tucked in behind him.

"Oh- hi, Azriel," you said quietly, a flush on your cheeks as you smiled at him.

"Hello, Y/N. I didn't expect to see you here," Azriel replied, sliding into the booth across from you. "You look like you're having a nice time."

You bobbed your head to the beat of the music. "I am. Josi and Torma convinced me to come out tonight. And I am glad they did, otherwise Feyre would have ruined my day," you giggled, the sting from your interaction with her not present with the alcohol running through your veins.

"You spoke with Feyre?" Azriel asked, a curious look on his face.

You sighed heavily and took another small sip of your drink. "Yeah, she was at my place when I got off work, and was mad that I moved out without saying anything. But really, it took her a week to notice!" You vented. "Not to mention she didn't even remember that I couldn't read... Nesta and Elain I understand since they hate me but..." you trailed off, a frown on your face.

One of Azriel's hands slid over your own, grasping it gently. "I'm sorry that you've been let down so thoroughly by your sisters, Y/N. I am happy to know that you're still living how you want, and making friends too."

You smiled dreamily at him. How was he so nice to you? "Thank you, Azriel. I'm glad that you're my friend, you're really nice."

Azriel smiled softly at you, his hazel eyes crinkling at the edges.

One of his shadows tangled itself in your hair, rubbing against your neck and drawing your eyes away from Azriel's. "Your shadows are so silly," you giggled, tickling the shadow with a finger.

"They seem to like you a lot," Azriel remarked, watching as more of his shadows nuzzled themselves against you. "By the way, I wanted to ask you if you're up for a surprise on Saturday, before we have dinner."

You blinked at him for a moment, your thoughts coming more slowly with what you'd drank. "Uhm... Is it a fun surprise? Or like... dragging me to a family dinner surprise?"

Azriel's lips pressed together, the corners of his mouth still tilting upwards. "A fun surprise, I promise. And if you don't like it, we can leave right away."

"Mm... Sure, I don't see why not," you said, trying to come up with what kind of surprise he would plan.

"Good," Azriel smiled. Josi and Torma had wandered back over to the table, fresh drinks for themselves in hand. "I'll let you spend time with your friends," he said, sliding out of the booth.

"Thank you for saying hi, Az," you said sweetly, smiling happily at him. "I'll see you on Saturday!"

Azriel nodded, a slight flush on his cheeks as he turned away, going back to whichever table he had been at.

"Oooh," Josi said from beside you, elbowing you gently in the side. "Someone has a crush on the Shadowsinger!"

You scrunched your face at her, but couldn't get the smile to slide off of your face. "No I don't," you whined.

"Oh yes you do," Torma joined in, poking your leg with a foot. "And I dare say he has one on you as well."

You blushed further at that idea, shaking your head. "No, no, we're just friends!" You insisted, but both of them gave you a knowing look.

"Uh-huh," Josi giggled from beside you. "Just let us know when you start dating, hmm?"

"It's not like that!" You giggled, gently slapping her on the arm. "It's not!"

Torma rolled her eyes playfully at you from across the booth. "Sure, Y/N. Now, do you want to dance with us?"

You looked out at the dance floor. You'd never been one for dancing, since you'd missed out on the years of lessons that Nesta and Elain had gotten. But...

You drained the rest of you drink, about a third of it, and scooted into Josi. "Let's go dance!"

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The next morning, you'd woken up with a slight hangover, which had been easily cured with a large glass of water, some dry toast, and a long bath.

Josi and Torma had grinned at you the whole day, talking about how they needed to take you out more often now.

You wouldn't say yes every time but... It had been nice spending time with them, and dancing had been more fun than you'd thought, with a bit of bubbly running through you.

The five days before you would see Azriel again- when you would know what surprise he had planned- passed by quickly at work, but dreadfully slow while you were alone at home.

You had taken to filling out the handwriting book that Mor had given you, your letters improving with every time you wrote them. And you felt you were nearing the point that you could attempt to read children's books, perhaps the book of fables that Rhysand had given to you for your birthday.

Feyre had yet to visit again, something you were grateful for. If she couldn't understand that being trapped and kept here like a forgotten pet, or worse, a chew toy for your sisters, was your problem? Then you didn't want to see her.

You were lonely while you weren't at work, but you could handle that. After all, you had time with Azriel after work today, and you and Mor were having another sleepover tomorrow night.

You had just started washing up to leave work when a shadow snuck into your hair, alerting you to Azriel's presence, likely in the dining room. You giggled at it, gently poking it with a wet finger before you dried off your hands. Sure enough, Azriel was stood in the dining room, talking with Sevenda in a hushed tone, both of them quieting when you walked through the curtain separating the kitchen from the front of house.

"Ah, Y/N! Someone came to pick you up," Sevenda said with a smile, winking at you when Azriel had his head turned.

You rolled your eyes at her, turning your attention to Azriel. "Come to take me to the surprise?"

"I am, in fact," Azriel nodded, extending a hand to you.

You took it without thinking, letting him lead you out of Sevenda's restaurant and into the snowscape of Velaris. His hands were soft, even with the scars that you knew covered them, and the calluses that you knew he should have, being a warrior and all.

His shadows were buzzing around the two of you excitedly, mirroring that of their master. Something about where you were going had Azriel as close to giddy as you could ever see him getting, a slight smile stuck to his face, his wings twitching every now and then.

Soon enough you came to a stop in front of a large building, various magical creatures painted onto the sign above the door.

Velaris... Animal... Shelter?

You blinked at the sign, confused. Surely you hadn't read that right.

"Come inside, I think you'll like it," Azriel said, gently tugging you into the building. Once inside, your ears were met with so many different sounds: meows, barks, bird trills, growls, hisses. There were a few rooms, all separated with glass walls and doors, filled to the brim with animals.

You were instantly drawn to the room housing felines- there were so. Many. Kittens!

"Oh my gods, can we go in?!" You asked Azriel, your face flushed from excitement and the cold as you met his hazel gaze.

"Of course we can, we just need to keep all of them inside the room." Azriel opened the door for you, letting you pass through first.

"Oh, they're so cute!" You squealed, approaching a pile of kittens, all conked out. You sat on the floor next to them, petting all of their fuzzy little heads and milk filled tummies, delighting in the squeaks they let out.

"This is an amazing surprise, Azriel," you told him once he sat down next to you, his wings drawing the attention of some of the active kittens.

"Being here isn't the only surprise," Azriel said. "If you'd like, you can take one home. I've already picked out some possible furniture you might like for the little one, if you decide to have one."

You gaped at him, completely shocked. "I can... I can take one home?" You asked, looking back at the kittens with new eyes. You could have a companion... Someone just for you.

"You can," Azriel said warmly, a smile on his lips when you looked back at him.

A grin spread across your face and your launched yourself at him, wrapping your arms tightly around his neck. "Oh, thank you, thank you, thank you!"

His arms wrapped around you for a moment before you pulled away. "You're welcome, Y/N. I thought you might like to have a companion at home."

"Well you were right," you said giddily, turning back to the kittens. All of them were so adorable, so sweet while they were sleeping. But you would want one that was calmer while awake, matching your energy levels.

You and Azriel stayed in that room for two hours, playing with kittens and talking about what you'd both been up to over the past five days.

"The elections are heating up, and thankfully Rhys and Feyre sent me to the Hewn City to help protect the candidates going against the current leaders," Azriel told you as he let four kittens climb over him, even onto his shoulders and head. "Mor sends her love, by the way."

You smiled, both at the sight and the mention of your shared friend. "That's sweet of her, we get to have a night together tomorrow, which will be even more fun with my new little one," you said. "I still don't know which one I want, though."

"Take your time, you want to get one that you'll bond with well," Azriel suggested.

You looked around to room, trying to find any kittens that you hadn't interacted with yet. There, on one of the shelves... Mostly hidden behind a fluffy bed stuffed onto the shelf was a tiny kitten with glowing green eyes, her beautiful silvery coat shimmering even in the slight darkness of the shelf. You crawled over to her, extending a hand back to let her sniff. She hissed softly at you once, but let you run your fingers across her head, purring at the first touch.

Oh yes. This one.

She seemed slightly afraid of everything, hissing gently when you plucked her from her spot and cradled her in your arms. She was so tiny, and her fur was so soft and puffy, you wouldn't be surprised if she turned out to be a total fluff ball. Her tummy fur was the palest pink color, absolutely adorable. And her silvery fur had streaks of light tan running through it, along with slightly darker streaks of grey.

She was perfect. And the way her eyes closed as you pet her was so comforting to watch, you knew that you had found your fur child that you wanted to take home.

"I want her," you said to Azriel, tilting her in your arms so he could see her better. "She's so cute, and she seems nervous, like me."

Azriel laughed softly. "She's very cute, Y/N. Do you know what you'd want to name her?"

You looked down at her, trying to think of something that would suit her. At the same time, she let out the tiniest little squeak, that sounded like a soft 'eek.'

"M'aiq. Cause she's mine, and she made a little eek noise," you said, nodding your head at the name.

"M'aiq... That's a cute name for a cute little Starfall kitten."

"Starfall kitten?" You asked, wondering if that's why her eyes glowed green.

"Yes, every year, in the two months after Starfall, about one in every litter is born with a Starfall spirit inside of them. Or, at least, that's the explanation I've heard for why their eyes glow," Azriel explained, beginning to place the kittens that had climbed onto him back on the ground.

"Awe... You're even more special, my little M'aiq," you said cheerily, nuzzling your nose against hers.

Azriel led you out of the glass room and to the counter, where a fae took M'aiq and put her into a small carrier. He then led you into the shelter's store, where they had plenty of furniture, toys, and anything else you would need in stock.

You picked out a tall, carpeted structure that had a few platforms that M'aiq could rest on, as well as four different beds meant for small felines. A magically cleaning litter box and several food and water dishes also came home with you, as well as many, many toys.

His shadows sent everything to your apartment besides M'aiq in her little crate, which Azriel picked up for you. You tried to pry it out of his hands, but instead he slipped his free hand into yours and began leading you back to your apartment. Along the way you stopped in the Palace of Bone and Salt, picking up the things you would need for a simple pot roast dinner, seeing as you would be distracted for the rest of the evening.

Once you were inside the apartment, you immediately snagged M'aiq's crate from Azriel and pulled her out of it and into your arms.

"You're so cute," you cooed to her, petting her tiny head slowly.

You felt Azriel's eyes on you before you saw them, glancing up and smiling warmly at him. He looked away, the slightest blush on his face.

He is, too.

You placed M'aiq into one of the many cat beds now decorating your apartment, this one placed at the foot of your bed. "Stay there, sweetie, while I make dinner," you told her, her nervous green eyes on you. "I'll make you something, too, don't you worry."

Azriel was smiling softly at you when you turned to the kitchen, the expression making his face even more beautiful than normal.

You'd never understood how a male could be pretty, until now. But now you knew why Feyre called Rhysand the most beautiful male she had ever seen, because you thought that might be true of the winged male in currently in your kitchen.

"Did you need help with dinner?" He asked as you approached the bag of food he had placed on the counter.

"Hmm... I suppose since this isn't me paying you back for anything, you can help this time," you decided, setting out two cutting boards and handing him a knife. "Cut the potatoes into halves then quarter the halves, slice the carrots half an inch thick, and the onions into eighths please."

Azriel nodded and began rinsing the potatoes and carrots, while you grabbed some chicken from your cold box, dicing it after you started a flame under a pan with a bit of oil in it.

You balanced cooking the chicken for M'aiq and braising the roast while Azriel cut all of the vegetables, finishing at the perfect time, right when you needed them all to be added to the pot.

Azriel took over seasoning the roast while you fed M'aiq for the first time, grinning from ear to ear as you watched her devour half of the chicken that you had cooked for her. You'd get the portions down in no time.

With the roast in the oven, you and Azriel relaxed on the couch for a while, M'aiq in your lap.

After a little bit, Azriel had his shadows bring him a few reports after he made sure you would be okay with it, quietly filling them out with the scratch of his quill on the paper.

You decided, since you had tipsily told him that you were illiterate at Rita's anyways, that you would work on your handwriting in the book Mor had given you again, fighting the blush that had overtaken your cheeks.

But he said nothing about what you were doing, only giving you one curious glance before returning to his own work.

He was thoughtful like that. He thought about what would make you uncomfortable.

Your heart thumped in your chest at the feelings you were developing, ones that you had been fighting so hard to keep at bay.

But you were failing.

You were failing because this sweet, caring, thoughtful male did nothing but make your life brighter, Shadowsinger or not.

Doing your best to keep your attention on your workbook, you passed the rest of the time until the roast was done in a comfortable silence, the scratching of quills, crackling of logs, and M'aiq's soft purrs the only sounds in your ears.

Azriel checked the roast for you, after you had complained about having to move M'aiq when she was so comfortable and sleeping... And then he brought a bowl over to you along with a napkin, eating his own on the couch as well.

You felt so comfortable near him, even sitting so close, unaccompanied by anyone else. Two and half years ago you would have balked at the idea, the impropriety of it. But Azriel had been nothing but gentlemanly toward you, even when he had flown you up to the House of Wind.

And really... You would never be the whore that Nesta claimed you to be, after all you had never even been kissed in your twenty years of life, let alone had relations with someone. Just the thought of that sent anxiety through you. No, you would not have sex with someone until you were married, as you had been raised to do. You even... You even found it romantic, to save yourself for your future spouse.

So, being alone in your apartment with Azriel? That was an impropriety you were willing to overlook.

Azriel left your apartment near eleven at night, having spent extra time with you while you helped M'aiq settle in to her new home.

When you shut the door behind him, your heart fluttering from his presence, and now absence.

You turned your attention down to the fluffy ball in your arms. "What do you say, M'aiq? Are you ready for bed?"

Her soft squeak was enough of an answer for you. You settled her on the bed, next to your pillow while you washed your face and dressed for bed.

You laid down next to her, covers pulled up to your shoulders, with a hand poking out so you could pet her as you went to bed.

You didn't feel quite so lonely, laying in the dark now.

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As soon as you exited work, you were assaulted by way of an aggressive hug from a bouncy blonde. Mor swung you around, giggling.

"I'm so excited to see you!" Mor yelled, squeezing you tightly.

"I'm excited to see you too, Mor!" You giggled after she set you on your feet again. "So, what's the schedule like for tomorrow?"

"Well," Mor started as the two of you began walking to your apartment. "I have to be back in the Hewn City by noon, and... I have a family dinner to go to tonight," Mor said with a sigh. "So I won't be with you for dinner, but I'm planning to book it out of there and have dessert with you!"

You nodded in understanding. "That's fine, Mor, but you should come to my apartment first! I have something to show you."

"Oh?" Mor asked, quirking a brow at you. "What is it?"

"If I told you now, it wouldn't have the same effect!" You insisted as you let her into your building, following her up the stairs. Your door swung open, and you heard the skitter of claws on wood. "Oops, I think the door spooked her."

"Her?" Mor asked, looking around before her eyes locked the far wall. "She's under the bed."

"Oh, M'aiq!" You called as you pulled off your boots before crawling next to the bed. "Come on out, sweetie, Mor is your friend," you said softly, rubbing your fingers together to draw her out. No luck, though, especially when Mor kneeled down to peer under the bed. M'aiq actually hissed at her, spitting and everything. You hated that she was distressed but... She was so cute.

"Awe, she's adorable!" Mor whispered. "And she's a Starfall kitten, oh that's so sweet. You know, they tend to bond strongly to their owners, some are even able to communicate with them. Not talking," Mor giggled when you gave her a wide eyed look. "More like... Their emotions can be shared with you, similar to daemati, but it's just a connection between them and their person. Maybe your little M'aiq will do the same."

You looked back to her, where she was now sitting, pressed tightly against the wall but no longer hissing. "That would be so cool," you whispered.

Four hours later and Mor was back in your apartment, lounging on your bed with you, M'aiq laying inbetween.

"So, besides the kitten, what else is new?" Mor asked you, popping a chocolate into her mouth a moment later.

"Well..." You blushed. "I... I like Azriel..."

Mor grinned at you. "I knew you would! And honestly, I don't see why he wouldn't like you. The two of you are so well suited for each other."

You shook your head. "I don't think so Mor, I'm... I'm human," you whispered, your eyes stinging.

"And what does that have to do with anything?" Mor asked seriously, tilting your chin back up so you would look at her. "So, you're human. Why does that matter?"

"Well, because... Because I won't be around for long, and it's cruel to shackle someone to me when I'll be old and grey in such a short time," you admitted, finally giving voice to your doubts.

"Who says you'll get old and grey?" Mor asked. "Maybe there's a way for you to not age, we just haven't found it yet. And besides, it's Azriel's choice if he decides to pursue you, he would know the possible outcomes. You deserve to be happy, Y/N," Mor said softly, her own eyes shining with tears. "I know that you're stuck here, and you would prefer to be in the human lands, but you still deserve to have happiness here, and if that means having a partner? Then that's what you should do, sweets."

You sniffled at her words, willing your tears to not fall as you stroked M'aiq. "Maybe... Maybe you're right... But I still don't think he likes me in that way," you said quietly.

"Well, I think what you think is wrong. I've never seen Azriel smile as much as he does when he's with you," Mor giggled, causing you to do the same. "And the two of you look so cute together!"

"Mor, stop," you laughed. "I don't want to get my hopes up..."

"Okay, okay. I'm just saying..."

You scrunched your nose at her. "Different topic. Tell me how things have been going with the election?"

"Well..."

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Friday night you and Azriel had planned to spend the evening together, but you were surprised to see him on Wednesday evening, after knocking on your apartment door.

"Hello, Azriel," you greeted. "What are you doing here?" Your eyes darted down, seeing his shadows swirling around his legs, a few darting out to brush against your legs. But more interesting was the box in his hand, pink with a matching ribbon tied in a cute little bow wrapped around it.

"I, uhm-" Azriel stammered for a moment before taking a breath. "I came here today because I want to ask you on a date, Y/N."

Your breath caught in your throat, your heart stopping. "I- what?"

Azriel's mouth tilted up in the corners. "I want to take you out on a date. I want to spend time with you, have a chance to court you. I like you, Y/N. And I was thinking we could go out for dinner on Friday night, if you decide to say yes."

Your brain short circuited. He- he likes you?

"I- Is this a joke?" You asked in a small voice, your heart bracing for the answer you were dreading.

Azriel's eyes saddened for a moment, his hands twitching where they were holding the box. "No, Y/N, I would never joke about this. I like you, very, very much. And I would very much like it if you joined me for dinner Friday night at seven," Azriel said softly, his eyes locked on yours. They shone with nothing but the truth, soothing your worries and sending heat to your cheeks.

A small smile slid onto your lips. "I... I'd like that very much, as well."

Azriel's smile at your words set your heart ablaze, the fire of your feelings stoked by the knowledge that he shared them as well. "Good, good. This is for you," Azriel said, placing the box into your hands once you held them out, his fingers brushing against yours. Just that little touch sent flutters through you, your blush deepening. "It's Elain's recipe, the white chocolate raspberry cake that you love," he explained. "I thought, even if you did not share my feelings, that you might like something sweet anyways," Azriel admitted, rubbing a hand against the back of his head.

"Thank you, Azriel," you said softly, touched that he would still care for you, even if you'd rejected him. "I'll... I'll see you at seven on Friday?" You asked shyly, still in disbelief.

"I'll see you then, Y/N," Azriel said, raising one of your hands and pressing his lips to the back of it. "Sleep well, dear."

Your heart thumped in your chest, hard enough you thought it might beat out of your chest. "You too," you said quietly, watching as he smiled once more at you, before disappearing down the stairs.

You shut the door, leaning against it after you locked it.

Had that really just happened?

Your eyes drifted down to the box in your hands, proof that Azriel had visited, had brought you it, had... Had...

Oh gods, you had no idea of what to do for a first date!

You set the box on a kitchen counter, opening it to see an adorable, heart shaped cake, decorated with pretty pink swirls of icing. It made you giddy, knowing that the cake was a present from a suitor. From Azriel. You cut a slice for yourself and grabbed a fork, taking the plate over to the table.

The cake was as delicious as you remembered, and M'aiq jumped onto the chair next to you, watching as you ate.

"If only you could give dating advice, little cutie," you mused, having another bite. No, you'd have to go see Mor for help.

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The next morning, you knew that Mor was in town, visiting the River House to give a report on the upcoming elections to Rhys and Feyre- early, too, before you started your work day.

You bundled up early, your nerves getting the better of you. You needed her advice, and you needed it before Friday. Which meant this morning was your only option, even if it meant going to the River House...

You entered your former home, filled with anxiety. There was no way to tell how this would go, given your last encounter with Feyre, but you were determined to get what you needed, and that was a conversation with Mor.

Luckily for you, she, Feyre and Rhys were sat at the dining table, having breakfast. Mor was chugging coffee until she saw you, setting her cup down and rushing out of her chair.

"Oh, Y/N! I'm so happy to see you!"

"I am too, Mor, I was-" You looked at Rhys and Feyre. "I was hoping I could talk to you, if that's alright?" You asked nervously.

Mor glanced back at the two of them before nodding. "That's fine, sweets, what did you need?"

"Uhh... Can we go outside, to talk?" Mor nodded and followed you to the front door, slipping on her coat before leaving the warmth of the River House. You walked a little bit away before talking, you didn't want anyone besides Mor to know. "Okay, so... Remember how you said that Azriel might like me...?"

"Oh mother!" Mor exclaimed. "He asked you out, didn't he?!"

You blushed and nodded your head. "Yes, last night, and for tomorrow night. But I- I've never been on a date before," you confessed, wringing your mittened hands together. "I don't know what to do, I don't know what's expected. I've never- I've never even been kissed!"

Mor placed a comforting hand on your shoulder. "Oh, hon! Nothing will be expected except for you to give it an honest try, and to be yourself! And as for never being kissed, I could change that," Mor offered, wiggling her eyebrows at you.

You swatted her arm, shaking your head at her. "You're very pretty, Mor, but I don't like you that way," you giggled. "But... But what if he... What if he doesn't understand that I'm... saving myself," you whispered, "For marriage?"

"Y/N, if Azriel is in any way demanding sex from you, then he doesn't deserve you. I also don't think Azriel is that kind of male, he seems like a true gentlemale, in my opinion."

Her words soothed the anxieties in your chest, calming you down. "I don't think he would either," you said shyly. "But I... I also don't know what to wear."

Mor's eyes lit up even more, and she clapped her hands together. "Oh, oh! We can go shopping when you get off work today! I'll make sure I can stay in town until eight tonight, okay? And I'll see if I can come over tomorrow evening before you leave and help you get ready, if you'd like?" Mor asked.

"Really, Mor? That would be lovely," you said, hugging your friend. She squeezed you back. "Thank you, I'll see you at five, yes?"

"Yes you will, sweets. Now, you get to work, and I'll get back to that meeting. See you later!" Mor said with a wave, turning around the way you came.

Your shift passed incredibly slowly, your mind drifting to every way that the date could go right- and also wrong. You had nearly driven yourself crazy by the time you had washed up and left the building, Mor waiting by the door with two steaming cups of tea in each hand.

"Let's get shopping, sweets!" Mor said brightly, handing a tea to you and leading you to a dress store in the Palace of Thread and Jewels. It was a different one than you had gone to for your Starfall dress, for which you were thankful.

Mor lead you through the store, showing you dress after dress in styles and colors that you loved. All the while, she gave you little tips of advice, most of them along the lines of "be yourself and know that he is just as if not more nervous than you are."

After trying on ten different dresses, you settled on a rose pink silk dress with a modest neckline and floor length skirts. The sleeves billowed out before coming in at your wrists, the silk laying across your body in a flattering fashion. You could safely say that your body had filled out over the past month, what with you eating a small lunch at work and having dinner most nights. Your curves were more pronounced, a bit closer to how you had been before being taken to Velaris.

Mor had also insisted on buying you heeled boots in a matching shade of pink, a gold heart buckle keeping the strap in place. They were cute enough that you didn't fight her on accepting them.

She walked you home, parting with a strong hug and a promise to come by a bit after you got off work tomorrow.

But for tonight? You had another slice of cake, then snuggled up with M'aiq under the covers, using her purrs to chase away your racing thoughts.

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"You look gorgeous, Y/N!" Mor squealed as she stood back, having put the finishing touches on your makeup. "What do you think?"

You looked in the mirror, taking in the very light blush on your cheeks, the softly glittering pale pink eyeshadow on your lids, brown eyeliner complimenting your eyes, making them look even softer than normal.

"I agree! You do an amazing job every time, Mor," you praised, standing to hug your friend tightly. "Thank you so much for helping me get ready, today and yesterday."

"Oh, sweets, it's no trouble at all! In fact, it's been so long since my own first date that it's bringing back this memories, how fluttery your stomach gets when you see them..." Mor sighed happily. "Well, I should get going, otherwise Keir will riot."

"When are the elections over, again?" You asked as you walked her to the door.

"In two weeks, thank the mother," Mor groaned. "Then I get a nice, long vacation for three weeks."

"Just two more weeks, you can do it!" You encouraged, wishing there was something you could do to make it shorter.

"Yes, I know... And you had better tell me everything that happens tonight!"

You giggled at her words. "I will, Mor!"

"Everything!" Mor yelled as she went down the stairs.

You shut the door looking at the clock. Half past six. That was plenty of time for you to feed M'aiq her dinner and get dressed. And luckily for you, cooking something would keep your mind occupied enough to not panic about Azriel's impending arrival.

Your little child was fed and your dress pulled onto your body, pink boots slid onto your feet. All you had left to put on was your cloak, mittens and scarf, but that could wait until right before you left. Five minutes passed dreadfully slowly, and at 6:57 you pulled on your winter gear and descended the stairs after saying goodbye to M'aiq.

Waiting for you just outside the building door was Azriel, a bouquet of roses- red, lavender and white- in his hands.

"Hi, Azriel," you said, a blush instantly coming to your cheeks at the sight of him in a fine black shirt and pants, a change from his normal Illyrian leathers. The shirt clearly showcased his physique, something that you could appreciate. He had no knife belt on him tonight, his waist looked a bit barren without it.

"Good evening, Y/N." He pressed a kiss to the back of your mittened hand before pressing the bouquet into your hands. "I thought you might like some flowers," he said with a small smile, one that you easily returned.

"I love flowers, and these are absolutely beautiful," you said, raising them to your face to smell them. "And they smell lovely as well."

"I'm glad to hear it. Would you like to take them upstairs, or my shadows can, if you'd like?"

You bit your lip. If you went back upstairs... You might chicken out. "If your shadows could take them, that would be nice." In the next moment, the bouquet was out of your hands, whisked away by his shadows to the vase in your apartment. "So, where are we going for dinner?" You asked, locking your arm with his after he held it out, your hand holding onto his muscled forearm.

"It's an Illyrian restaurant, I helped the owner and his cousin leave the camps sixty or so years ago, and I've found that, except for your cooking, it's my favorite restaurant in all Velaris," Azriel explained as you strolled towards the Palace of Thread and Jewels.

"Really? That's so amazing, that you're part of the reason their dreams came true," you said, even more enamored with the male beside you. "You're going to have to recommend things to me, I wouldn't know where to start," you giggled.

Azriel smiled down at you. "How about we share a couple of dishes? That way you can try whichever ones catch your eye."

You met his eyes, a smile on your own lips. "That sounds perfect, Azriel."

His eyes sparkled as he opened a door for you, a hand on your lower back guiding you through, sending a renewed flush to your face.

You were seated a moment later, in a cozy booth near the back of the restaurant, two menus placed on the table. Azriel ordered a pot of tea for the two of you to share, which warmed your heart.

He already knew you so well.

"Now, what sounds good to you, dear?" Azriel asked, the pet name sending your heart into overdrive.

You looked down at the menu, but with your excitement and still somewhat illiterate eyes, you were lost. You bit your lip for a moment before deciding what to do. "What if you order your favorites, because I am overwhelmed by choice?" You asked, relieved when Azriel nodded his head.

"That would be their beef stew, made with Illyria native vegetables and their roasted Illyrian trout with roasted vegetables. Do those sound good?" Azriel asked. You nodded your head- both of those sounded fantastic, and you were excited to see what he enjoyed most.

When the server returned with your tea, Azriel ordered the food before returning his attention to you, the weight of it making your breath catch in your throat.

"So..." You started, entirely unsure of what to say.

"I'm glad you decided to come out with me," Azriel said, his eyes soft as they met yours.

"I am too," you said shyly. "I'm still... Shocked that you asked me to come out, though."

A soft frown slipped onto Azriel's face, and you wanted nothing more than to wipe it away. "Really? I'd thought..." Azriel's own face heated a bit. "I thought that I was rather obvious with my affections. I might be the spymaster of this court, but I'm woefully inept at hiding my own feelings, at least... When it comes to you," He admitted, voice low and gentle.

"So... We both like each other... And thought we were bad at hiding it?" You giggled.

"I suppose so," Azriel chuckled. "But truly, I am very happy that you're here tonight, with me. Now, tell me- How is M'aiq settling in?"

Now that was a subject that you could go on and on about, with only having her for a week now.

You had covered how she was doing wonderfully at your place by the time your food arrived, with Azriel dishing your plate for you. The gesture made you smile, all the little ways he took care of you already.

The food was absolutely fantastic, flavor bursting along your tongue. Both of the dishes were spicy, but not so much that you couldn't handle it.

Conversation flowed between the two of you as you ate, just as it always did. You talked about your dreams for the future, the few that you did have at this point, your brain already working Azriel into them- not that you admitted that to Azriel, it was a bit early for those sentiments. Azriel told you a bit more about his upbringing, glossing over the parts of his life before he had befriended Rhysand and been taken in by his mother. You didn't pry, but you were a little curious to know every part of his story, everything that had shaped him into the male you cared for.

Soon enough you were stuffed full of warm, delicious food, the plates in front of you empty. More than that, you were filled with joy from Azriel's company, from how he clung to your every word.

He led you from the restaurant, his hand placed on your lower back once more, the warmth of it radiating through the fabric of your dress. You walked along the Sidra slowly, leaning your head against Azriel's arm, trusting him to keep you from falling.

You were almost halfway home when you heard the most beautiful music, coming from two musicians playing next to a bar, one with a violin and the other with a cello. You slowed your pace, Azriel's arm tightening around you as you did so. Listening for a moment, and gazing up at the brilliantly shining stars above you, you had an idea.

"Azriel, would you dance with me?" You asked him quietly, tilting your head to look at him.

His eyes met yours, a smile glowing within them as well as covering his lips. "I'd be honored, Y/N. So long as you call me Az."

You smiled brightly at him. "It's a deal, Az." You let him turn you in his arms, clasping your right hands together and placing a light hand on your waist. Your other hand came to rest on his shoulder, grasping it lightly.

The two of you swayed together in a small circle to the lovely music, the light of the stars shining down on you.

It was the date of your dreams, if you were being honest. Lovely conversation and food, and such a romantic partner, willing to dance in the snow with you because you asked.

So when you finally arrived at your apartment, you were a bit sad the date was ending. But more than anything, you were excited for everything that lay in the future for the two of you.

Azriel smiled down at you softly, his eyes warm despite the cold temperatures. His wings twitched behind him, just before he leaned in a bit.

"Can I kiss you?" He asked as one of his hands came to cup your cheek gently, so, incredibly gently.

You nodded, not trusting yourself to speak. He leaned in further, allowing you to close the last, tiny gap between your lips.

And when you did, you knew that you would never be the same. His lips were so soft against yours, so gentle and sweet that it stole your breath away.

Your mouth followed for a moment when he pulled away, your eyes fluttering open- you hadn't even realized you'd closed them.

"If it's fine by you, I'd like to see you when you get off work tomorrow," Azriel suggested softly, gaze flicking between your lips and eyes.

"I'd like that," you whispered into the space between you, the tilt of his lips more than worth having to speak so soon after such a life changing kiss.

"It's a date," Azriel said with a smile. "Goodnight, Y/N."

"Goodnight, Az," you breathed, unlocking the door of your building. He waited to leave until you were safely inside, the door locked behind you.

You just managed to get into your apartment before you collapsed against the door, overwhelmed by just how perfect the night had been. How perfect Az had been.

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[caramelcal]

you'll always be my girl - t. nott

summary: theodore nott was your brother's best friend, and had been the boy of your dreams since you first lay eyes on him. everyone knew that. so it's a surprise when you suddenly get a boyfriend, and theodore is determined to show you why he's the better choice. always has been and always will be.

warnings: all characters are of age. smut, cheating. all that fun stuff. theo is reader's brother's best friend. reader pined for YEARS but it faded away when she got with her boyfriend. she's a bit of a pushover. virgin!reader. dom!theo. sub!reader. modern au. lots of swearing. arguing. praise kink. overstimulation. dirty talk.

note: this prob isn't great, i don't write smut often idk

"Mate move! Move! He's behind that wall." Theodore shouted, adrenaline coursing through his veins as he tapped the keys on his controller trying to be revived faster.

"Fuck! I can't find him," Lorenzo had replied, a similar tone to Theodore's as their eyes were both glued to the screen in front of them.

It was only the two of them at Lorenzo's tonight, something that wasn't overly uncommon for the two of them to do. Despite being close with the rest of their group, Theodore and Lorenzo spent the most time together just the two of them. Theodore practically lived at the Berkshire's house half the time nowadays, finding it much warmer than his own.

Honestly, it was more shocking if he wasn't at the Berkshires.

"Over there! Shit!" Lorenzo cursed, the loud, violent tapping of buttons ensuing at a more alarming rate from the two of them.

"Where's his-"

"Theo! Theo! The-" A red alert came over the screen, letting the two boys know that they had lost the game. They both put their controllers down, Lorenzo using the palms of his hands to rub his eyes in frustration, and Theodore throwing his head back with a groan.

"We really ought to get better at this mode, or we need to just stick to doubles," Theodore said, looking over at his friend who chuckled with a nod.

Mr and Mrs Berkshire were both out for the night, away on holiday, or business or whatever, Lorenzo didn't tell Theodore all the details. Theodore didn't particularly care anyway, it didn't make a big difference to him.

Lorenzo's parents were lovely to him, always greeting him pleasantly, always happy to see him, and telling him he was welcome at any time. They had even unofficially allocated one of the spare bedrooms in their house to Theo, who was eternally grateful for the escape it gave him.

"Enzo, I'm home!" Theo's attention was directed towards the door, where he heard someone kicking off their shoes by the door before walking towards the living room.

Y/n Berkshire. Lorenzo's younger sister. He was honestly surprised he hadn't noticed earlier that you weren't there. Even though you normally tucked yourself in the small library in the house, he had been here for hours and hadn't heard a peep from you.

Sure, you were normally quiet, but normally you at least said hello.

While growing up with Lorenzo, Y/n was never normally far behind. You had adored your brother when you were younger, and even as you both got older you remained close. Theodore on the other hand, had elicited a different sort of adoration from the younger girl. One that brought a blush to your face every time he spoke to you, or even looked in your direction.

It had been that way for years, and honestly, Theodore couldn't remember a time when you had been able to look him in the eye for longer than five seconds before getting too shy and looking away.

Footsteps echoed towards the living room, and the second you came into view, Theodore's eyebrows furrowed. Your body was covered in a silk dress, your hair styled perfectly and makeup on your face. You looked fancy, and Theodore could not imagine what you possibly could have been doing to require such an appearance.

There certainly weren't any parties on, if there had been, Lorenzo and Theodore would have been the first ones to know.

"How was your date?" Lorenzo didn't even look back at his sister as you sat down on the other couch, a sigh of relief as you sunk back into the comfortable material.

A date? The question had Theodore baffled. You had been on a date? With who? It certainly made the appearance seem more logical, you looked pretty. You had made that effort for a boy.

"It was good," You nodded your head, not looking over at your brother either as you grabbed the book that sat on the coffee table, flipping it open to the page you had dogeared earlier on that day so you could continue reading.

"You were on a date? With who?" Theodore asked.

"Oh, hi Teddy," You looked up from your book, sending a small smile to your brother's best friend, only just noticing him, "Adrian Pucey, he's in your year."

Teddy. The name you had called him since you started to talk. Everyone had called him Teddy when he was growing up, including Enzo, his parents and yours, but you were the only one that didn't grow out of it.

"It's Theo, y/n/n," Lorenzo had corrected you, as he always did, knowing how much Theodore despised the nickname now that he was older. What he'd never tell your brother though, was that he didn't mind it when you did it. It felt natural coming from your lips. He couldn't ever imagine you calling him Theo, or, god forbid, Theodore.

"Yeah, sorry," You mumbled, picking at the edge of your dress as you looked down at your lap, the book held in your other hand, a finger on the page you stopped reading on so you could keep your place now that you had straightened out the fold.

"Why are you going on a date with Adrian Pucey, he's…"

Theodore wasn't sure what to call him. Annoying? Arrogant? Not good enough for you?

"My boyfriend?"

"Your boyfriend?" Theodore echoed, his eyes almost bulging out of his head and jaw almost falling onto the floor. His tone was incredulous as if you having a boyfriend was completely out of the question.

"Well, that's new," Lorenzo murmured under his breath, not loud enough for you to hear, but loud enough for Theodore.

His tone let Theodore know that he, too, was not too happy about the arrangement. Adrian wasn't 'boyfriend material' and certainly not good enough for you. He was sleazy, and an average quidditch player at best.

"Yeah, is it so unbelievable that I could get a boyfriend?" Your tone -despite your word choice seeming a little sassy- was soft. Your eyes battered between the two boys, eyebrows furrowed as you sat forward.

Silence ensued between the three of you, your eyes still battering between the two boys, both of which didn't know what to say. It wasn't surprising that you could get a boyfriend, but your choice was certainly questionable. Frankly, they were too astonished to speak.

While Lorenzo had known you were spending more time with Adrian, he was hoping that it would fizzle away before labels got attached. He barely gave it any thought, thinking you wouldn't take a boy like Pucey so seriously. Oh, how he was wrong.

"I'm gonna head upstairs," You said quietly, sulking off the couch and quietly walking away, feeling a little ashamed that they seemed so surprised that you had managed to get your first boyfriend.

Theodore's eyes followed you, staying stuck to where you disappeared upstairs as Lorenzo broke the silence, breathing out some air, "Never expected that. Well, at least we know she's not pining over you anymore."

"Yeah, I guess."

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It was less than a week later when Theodore was heading to quidditch practice, his bag slung over his shoulder, broom in his hand. He ruffled his hair with his free hand, breathing out some air as he prepared himself for what he could guess was going to be a pretty gruelling practice.

Granted, he could give himself some leeway, being the captain and all, but that didn't set a good example. They had a big game coming up in a few days and they needed to do well. There was little space for error, and Theo would make sure everyone was ready.

Hearing faint talking as he walked up to the locker room was odd, considering he was normally the first or second one there. He must've been running a few minutes late.

"-how you managed it, mate, I mean, between her being Berkshire's untouchable little sister and everyone thinking she liked Nott, you can understand why everyone's a bit surprised."

Theodore's hand halted its movement, not pushing the door open just yet as he listened in. They were talking about you.

"She just needed to know who the better boy was, didn't she?" He heard a muffled Pucey reply, "I certainly showed her."

The familiar feeling of anger began to bubble in Theodore's chest as he registered the words that came out of Pucey's words, and the laughter that followed them. Walking in, his hardened blue eyes immediately caught onto Pucey's, a silent warning.

Yet, all the smug cunt did in reply was smirk. That certainly didn't help the feeling of red, hot, anger that exploded in Theo's chest. Quidditch practice was going to be hell for him, Theo would make sure.

"Wait up!" An hour and a half later, the anger still hadn't faded from Theodore's system. His shoulders were uptight, his hand holding onto his broom with a deathly amount of force. It was a surprise the wood hadn't snapped yet.

Your light footsteps struggled to catch up with the thundering pace that Theodore kept. His eyes cast over to you beside him as you finally caught up, his hair still wet from his shower after quidditch practice.

"Can I talk to you?" You asked, looking at Theodore awkwardly. You never normally felt awkward around him, but from the way he was looking right now, you could tell he was mad, but that didn't mean you could let what happened slide.

"Mhm," He hummed in response, his eyes staying straight forward as he waited for you to speak.

"So Adrian was speaking to me and he said that you were going extra hard on him at practice. I understand that you and my brother aren't happy that we're dating but-"

"You came here to stick up for your little boyfriend?" Suddenly, Theodore had stopped walking, turning around so he was facing you. His eyes stared into yours, the anger in his voice rising.

He towered over you, making you crane your neck up to look at him, a drip of water from his wet hair falling onto your forehead. You cleared your throat lightly, not used to Theodore being in such a mood. Even if he was annoyed, he didn't normally talk to you like that.

"I- uh, yeah, kind of. I just don't think it's fair that you're punishing him. It was my choice to date him, he didn't make me."

"Listen, y/n/n, if Pucey had a problem with me, then he can come to talk to me, not send his girlfriend to sort out his issues like a fucking pussy," Theodore spat out Adrian's name like it was a disease on his tongue, his jaw clenching at the mere thought of you taking Pucey's side over his.

If you had any sense, you'd know to mind your own business. You had grown up with Theodore, you had known him for your whole life. Adrian had been your boyfriend for all of a few weeks and you were already choosing him over Theo? That was what wasn't fair, not a few more laps at training.

He saw the frown that made its way onto your face, and if he wasn't so angry at you and Adrian, then he would've crumbled. He knew you were sensitive, much more than most people, and the last thing he wanted to do normally was make you upset. Yet, if you wanted comfort then you could go to Adrian, especially after you tried to stick up for him.

Turning on his heels, Theodore began to walk away again, but it seemed you were a little more determined than normal.

"Come on Theo, you know it's not fair!"

That just about tips him over the edge. This was so unlike you, and it was all because of Adrian. You always went by what Lorenzo and Theodore said, but today you chose to stand up to Theo. You chose Adrian over Theodore and refused to let it go and now you were calling him Theo?

You had been reprimanded for over a year about still using the nickname, and a few weeks into having a boyfriend you suddenly dropped the name of endearment? That was enough.

"What was that?" Theodore stopped in his tracks the second the words had come out of your mouth, barely managing to get the words out between his gritted teeth. He looked over his shoulder at you, watching as you crossed your arms over your chest.

"You know it's unfair."

"You have no idea what's unfair, y/n."

"I know making Adri do double the number of laps as everyone else is unfair! I know knocking into him with double the power as everyone else is unfair, Theo! You're his captain, you need to be fair!"

"Stop that." His tone was reprimanding, like telling you off for doing something unspeakable. He didn't like this one bit, you talking back to him. It felt like something had been shifted and he wanted it all to go back to the way it was.

It was your turn to let out clipped, sarcastic words. Something you would have never dreamed of doing to him; the boy you had pined over for years. Yet, all you could see was an immature, childish boy, not the guy you had liked for as long as you could remember, "Stop what, Theodore?"

"Stop calling me that."

You knew exactly what he was getting at. You always had an inkling that he enjoyed the nickname you refused to drop, given that he, himself, never told you off for it. You also knew he didn't like change, and that the idea of him and Lorenzo not being your number-one priority anymore bugged him. He hated that you had a new boy in your life.

"What? Stop calling you your name?" You replied, raising an eyebrow at him as he clenched his jaw again, letting out a dark chuckle as he started to walk away.

"Just fuck off, y/n."

You didn't bother to follow him.

…

You and the girls were bustling about in your room, doing all sorts of things. Some were getting changed, some were doing their makeup and some, along with you, were doing their hair. It was a Halloween party that practically half of Hogwarts was going to, and luckily for you, the house was only a few minutes walk away from yours.

Lorenzo and his friends were getting ready too, but you had chosen to keep your girls in your room, completely separated from them. Frankly, it was too much tension, and drama, and you didn't want that to stomp on your excitement for the party.

"Hey, y/n, do you have any snacks? I'm starving," One of the girls piped up, stopping doing her makeup to look at you in the mirror. You nodded your head with a smile, telling her you'd be right back as you headed down to the kitchen.

There was noise coming from the tv as you walked by the living room, letting you know that some of Lorenzo's friends were probably in there, taking a mental note to avoid. You wished that he had gotten the vibe to keep his friends in his room, but your brother was clueless sometimes.

He even seemed to be clueless about the fact that you and Theodore had been ignoring one another for the last three weeks, acting as if the other didn't even exist. With your arms full of all types of snacks, you left the kitchen, making your way back up the stairs.

Your eyes are on the snacks in your hand, making sure that none of them are going to fall as you walk, only to be halted by something being in your way. You had walked into someone.

"Oh, sor-" You cut yourself off as you looked up, making eye contact with intense blue eyes staring down at you. You narrowed your eyes.

"Y/n," He had acknowledged you for the first time, but not being nearly happy about it, his mouth in a thin, straight line, and his voice apathetic.

You mirrored his tone and body language, "Theodore."

He remained looking down at you, your pretty eyes looked up at him in disdain, a constant reminder of how you guys had last interacted with one another. He was still slightly mad, more irritated than anything, about the situation, and it was clear you weren't over it either.

It was so unlike you, and he hated that. While he wanted you to stick up for yourself more regularly, he hated that it only seemed to be him that you were being resistant to. It frustrated him to no end, that your relationship after so many years had changed so much in the blink of an eye.

He missed the way you looked at him with your doe-like eyes, so hopeful and kind and soft. Now, they were narrowed, almost as if a threat for him to say something. He hated that it was like you were trying to test his patience.

His mouth opened slightly, just about to speak to you, only to not get the chance, your bedroom door opening, "Y/n, c'mon! I'm hungry!"

In an instant, your eyes are no longer looking at him, but down towards the snacks that lay in a disorganised bundle in your arms, brushing by the taller boy towards your room. You spare no attention towards him, not a word nor a glance, leaving him alone in the hallway as you continue getting ready in your room.

It doesn't feel too long after that when you are all ready, all of you bundling down the stairs ready to go to the party. You know all the boys are now in the living room, and you would have happily walked by without entertaining him, but you knew you couldn't.

"Enzo, can I have some of the money mum and dad left?" You say, coming into the room. The boys are all ready too, but you know they won't leave until the party had already started for forty-five minutes at least, too busy playing video games and not wanting to be around for the awkward start most parties have.

You adjust the wings that are on your back as you walk towards your brother, white boot heels hitting off the wooden floor, the girls falling shortly behind you.

Theodore's eyes flicker up to you casually, but when he catches sight of you his jaw almost falls off, the modest girl you are, with the shortest skirt on he's ever seen. If you turn around, he knows he's almost guaranteed to see the curve of your ass, driving his mind haywire.

You adjust your bright-coloured corset and wings once more. It's obvious that you're supposed to be a fairy, but Theodore knows you're no Tinkerbell. You're perhaps the sluttiest, most tempting fairy he's ever seen. His mind races.

Lorenzo scratched the back of his neck, "Kitchen."

You nodded your head, heading off to the kitchen as all the boys quiet down. Lorenzo looked down at his phone, as the girls all follow you out of the room, "Mate…"

"What?" Lorenzo replied as Theodore sat beside him, all the other boys engaging in small talk again.

"Are you letting your sister go wearing that? Surely you can't," Theodore's trying to keep calm, but his mind is practically begging Lorenzo to make you change. The thought of someone else seeing the curves of your naked thighs and the curve of your arse makes Theo want to die.

"Nah mate, it's not ideal, to be honest, but her mates are just…they call you all sorts and start screaming if you say anything," Lorenzo finally looked up at his best friend, and Theodore can tell that Lorenzo isn't very happy with the predicament either, "and y/n/n just doesn't listen anymore, so there's no point."

There was a point though, to Theodore anyway. He didn't care what your friends thought, or about this new attitude you had adopted since you started dating Adrian.

You're back in the living room soon enough, coming to say bye, but Theodore is quick to walk over to you, not looking very impressed. He speaks lowly, "You should go change."

"What? Why? Do I look bad?" You smooth down your skirt a little, looking up at him with your usual wide eyes, a crack in this new attitude you've been showing lately.

"No," He's quick to shut down any doubt you have about your appearance, "It's just a bit inappropriate."

"Oh, don't be a prude, Theodore," One of your friends overhears, piping up in your support.

"Go change," He paid little mind to your friends, looking down at your eyes and repeating his previous order.

"Girl, you look so hot, don't let him cramp your style," Another one of your friends joins in to support you, a hand on your shoulder as she began to steer you out, "now let's go before he has anything else to say."

The second he saw you being steered out the door and towards the party, he just knows that this night is going to be one of frustration.

His prediction was correct. Only an hour and a half later he was ready to get out of there, the strongest alcohol he could find in a glass with his hand wrapped around it. Purple strobe lights, people laughing, and loud music all seem to fade into the background as his eyes focus on you. He could tell Pucey was trying to rile him up, and it was working.

His hands have been all over your body: while dancing, while sitting down, just every second of this party, and Theodore loathed it. He hated that Pucey's dirty, sleazy hands were on your soft skin, exactly where they didn't belong.

He tried to ignore it, his eyes closing as he downed the rest of his drink, slamming it down on the table. He didn't know where any of his friends were, and honestly, didn't care. He didn't want to talk to anyone or be with anyone but you right now.

He hated that he was thinking about you like this. Lorenzo's baby sister. It was supposed to be the other way around, you were supposed to be the one obsessing over him, so why couldn't he get you out of his head? Why have you been the only thing consuming his thoughts for weeks?

"Hey there, love," A girl sat down beside Theodore, a thing he loved at parties normally. The attention was something that had him feeling smug, but he couldn't even bring himself to look at her. His eyes focused on you as he hears your giggle echo through the room as Pucey whispered something in your ear.

Nothing Pucey could say would ever be funny enough to elicit such a beautiful sound. It felt illegal that he was allowed to hear your laugh, never mind be the reason for it.

"You seem tense, Theo," The girl puts her lips slowly closer and closer to Theodore's neck, her voice quieter and slower as she teased her lips against his neck, lightly grazing it, "Let me help you."

The song that blasts through the speakers had Pucey pulling you up to dance, twirling you around in his arms until his hands thread through to hold your waist. You're facing away from Theodore, completely naive to the blue eyes that follow your every move.

Your boyfriend, on the other hand, couldn't have been happier to meet Theodore's cold gaze, a smirk coming to his lips as he looked down at you, then moving away slightly, only to bring a hand down on your arse.

That has Theodore on his feet immediately, hearing the yelp that you let out as he stormed towards Pucey, ripping him away from you and getting right in his face. He was taller than Adrian, towering over him too as he gets right up in his face, "Don't fucking lay a hand on her again!"

"Theo!"

"She's my girlfriend mate, I'll do what I want." Pucey only fuelled the fire of rage that burned in Theodore's chest. You seem frozen, unsure of what to do as you try and catch the attention of either boy, wanting this nightmare to end.

"Yeah, we'll fucking see about that," Before you could even react, Theodore's fist is making contact with Adrian's nose, and Adrian stumbled back for a few steps before his legs gave way underneath him and he was on the floor.

A gasp emitted from your throat in shock and horror, looking at Adrian as he groaned, holding his nose, red staining the skin. A hand grabbed your wrist, much softer than you had expected from the same fist that had just floored your boyfriend, and dragged you away.

"Theo-"

"We're going home, y/n."

The next thing you know is that you're at the front steps of your home, wanting to say something, anything. Yet, any time you took a breath of air before speaking, Theodore was sending you a look that had you shutting your mouth straight away. Something was daring in his eyes, something a lot more threatening than normal.

His grip gave you little opportunity to wriggle free, his other hand banging open the door, his foot harshly hitting it shut behind you before you are trailing after him up the stairs. He barely gave your feet any chance to keep up with him before you were in his room.

He only let go once you were in the middle of his room, the door shut behind you both. The room is dark, and you both are heaving out a breath. You can just about see Theodore's shoulders sag a little, his voice quieter as he spoke, "I don't like what the boy is doing to you."

"What are you talking about?"

"Dressing like this," He stepped towards you, his fingertips grabbing the edge of your skirt as he continued, "acting like a slut, that's not you baby, you're normally so good."

Your stomach is filled with butterflies as he looked down at your eyes, soft for the first time in weeks, "I am good, I-"

"You think tempting me like this is good, baby? Wearing this outfit and dancing with another man's hands all over your body," Your stomach flipped at the pet name once more, your heart feeling as if it's going to race out of your chest.

Your throat feels blocked up as you watch every slight move he takes, feeling as if this moment is surreal; as if you're dreaming. His voice turned soft as he spoke again, "Where'd my good girl go?"

His hand caressed the side of your face softly, the pad of his thumb swiping over your soft skin and guiding your somewhat messy hair away from your face so he can see you more clearly. You had dreamed of this moment for so long, hoping that one day Theodore would reciprocate your feelings.

The feeling of his hands on you was so euphoric that no amount of dreaming could have ever made you feel like this. This was real.

"I-" You couldn't speak, your brain feeling as if it was going to overload.

You knew this was wrong. Theodore was your brother's best friend, you had grown up with him. He was off limits. You had a boyfriend. So why couldn't you find it in yourself to pull away from his grasp?

You felt as if you were getting pulled closer to his body. The temptation is so bad that no amount of self-control could save you now. You were a goner, you had always been when it came to Theodore.

Since you had been young, you knew that you would do anything for him. Anything so that he could give you this sort of attention, and make you feel like a princess. Your rational thoughts and morals should be pulling you away, but your heart aches for him, it always has.

"You gonna show me how much of a good girl you can be, angel?" He asked, almost as if he was trying to aid you in finding your words. You could only nod your head.

Suddenly, the familiar scent of cologne and cigarette smoke overtook your senses, his lips crashing against yours in a soft, but desperate kiss. His hands reached around you to pick you up, your hands going into his soft hair, grabbing onto the strands with your fingers as you wrapped your legs around his waist.

Swiping his tongue across your lips, you opened your mouth, letting him deepen the kiss as he took steps towards the bed, lowering you down onto the bed. His lips are still connected to you, and you can feel your lungs begging for oxygen, but you don't want to pull away.

Theodore does first, his blue eyes meeting yours as you slowly manage to open your eyes, your lips parted as you breathe in, trying to fill your lungs with the oxygen they had been deprived of. You follow his eyes as he slowly kisses down your neck, then down the valley of your breasts, his hands pulling down the corset, and you're quick to aid him in pulling it off.

The feeling of his lips grazing over your stomach has you hitching in a breath, watching as his head slowly lowers down your body. Then, his head is nestled between your thighs, kissing the soft skin that isn't hidden by your skirt. The hair on his head tickles them, the skin so sensitive, so unused to being given this much attention feeling so good.

With a racing heart, you watch as Theodore pulled up slightly, wanting desperately for him to touch you where you needed him the most. You ached, a feeling in you that you had never experienced before. You knew that Theodore often evoked feelings in you that you never experienced with anyone else, but this was new.

"You sure about this, baby?" You nodded your head in immediate response, but that didn't please Theo. With a light swat to the inside of your thighs, he looked at your eyes with a slightly more serious expression, "Use your words."

"Yes," The word spilt from your lips breathily, "Please."

Theodore, with a satisfied smile, came up to your face, leaning over you and softly attaching your lips to his. It feels just as surreal as the first time, and it makes your heart race just the same.

With his mouth still attached to yours, you feel his fingers brush against the fabric of your panties, just over your clit, making you hitch a breath. His fingers move the light fabric to the side, his fingers teasing against your hole.

"So wet for me, baby," The praise isn't taken lightly by you, soaking up every inch of approval he gives you.

Slowly, he adds a second finger, his thumb pressing down on your clit as his fingers curl into you, making you let out a breathy moan into the kiss that he eagerly swallows.

Your back arches off of the mattress, and as good as it feels you need more. You need him, "Theo…"

The blue of his eyes meets your gaze as you whine. You can't help it, you're desperate for more, to feel him inside of you. To take care of you and this pressure you can feel building in your stomach.

You mumble something out, a feeble attempt at getting him to speed up the process without verbally admitting that you're desperate for him. He doesn't take the hint though, not that you ever expected him to. He was torturous, tempting you and teetering towards what you wanted, but keeping you on the edge.

"Please."

It's a whisper as you let out another moan, your fist clenching his hair in your hand, grabbing onto any part of him that you can keep from pulling away.

A ghost of a smirk came across his mouth as he raised an eyebrow, "Please what, baby?"

You could tell from the familiar look in his eyes that he knew exactly what you wanted, his fingers curling up once more as they stretched lightly, stretching you out. Your eyes screwed shut as you felt slight tears pricking at your eyes. It just felt so good.

"Please," A broken whisper escaped your lips once more as you let out another moan, his thumb roughly coming down on your clit as you tried to bring your hips up, feeling a knot form in your stomach. It was so unfamiliar and had you heaving for a breath as you grabbed fistfuls of Theo's sheets.

With a final thrust of his fingers and a pinch against your clit, you came undone with a strangled moan. Your face was tilted back, mouth open and eyes closed, your hips bucking up to chase your high. You looked unreal, and Theo couldn't get enough.

When he removed his hands from you, he was coated in your bliss, your eyes softly opening, half-lidded, looking as Theodore brought his fingers up to his lips, his tongue transferring the taste of you, sweet and blissful, into his mouth. Your cheeks were tainted red when you realised what he had done, shifting about on the mattress and casting your eyes down.

Yet, you don't get much of a chance when a strong hand reaches for under your jaw, pulling him back up to meet his eyes, "Don't go all shy on me now, angel."

He could see the slight fuzz in your eyes as you stare at him, and he loved it. He liked how, simply with his fingers, he already had you dazed. His hands were soon pulling down his trousers with ease, and lifting his shirt off with one hand, leaving him in only his boxers.

You could see the outline of his bulge, and it had you gulping. You didn't know how the hell you were going to be able to fit that. He was so much bigger than you had imagined, or expected.

"Don't worry baby, we'll take it slow," He was quick to reassure you, a smug smile on his lips as he brings his mouth down to your collarbone, lightly nipping the skin as he sucked. It was definitely going to leave a mark, but that's what he wanted. He wanted Pucey to see it the next time he saw you, trying to assert some dominance on the situation.

Once he pulled his boxers down, he was soon lining up his tip with your entrance, lightly brushing it against your walls. He couldn't help himself when he asked, "Has Adrian ever-"

He began, but you were quick to shake your head vigorously, giving him a sense of satisfaction. He watched as your eyes screwed shut, soft breaths falling from your lips as he asked, much softer, "Is this your first baby?"

Unwilling to admit it out loud, you hesitantly nod your head, confirming Theodore's suspicions. He only just managed to conceal his grunt of satisfaction at being the first one to see you this way. To be the one to ruin you.

"Don't worry," His head is just beside your ear, a hand coming to gently brush the hair away from your face so not a single change or twitch in your face could go unrecognised by him. He wanted to see everything, every reaction you had as he ruined you, as he made your face twist in a type of pleasure that was entirely unfamiliar to you.

Slowly, he began to push into your tight entrance, the feeling of your walls squeezing him making him want to release already, grunting. He can hear your breathy moans of pain and pleasure as he struggled to go slowly, watching as he disappeared inch by inch inside of you.

All he wanted to do was slam into you, to hear as you screamed in pleasure, but he controlled himself, gripping the sheets with his hands to remain his discipline. You feel tiny in comparison to him.

When he finally bottomed out inside of you, you let out a strangled breath, not used to this feeling of being penetrated like this.

"You feel like heaven, sweetheart," The praise fell from his lips as he grunted once more, one of his hands coming to hold the side of your neck.

"'m so full," You partially cried out, tears leaking from your eyes at the unfamiliar feeling. It felt so good, overwhelmingly so, that you couldn't help the water that leaked out of your eyes.

His mouth came to softly kiss the tears away, your hands coming up to wrap around his back to hold him close to you. You wanted him as close as humanely possible as you slowly became accustomed to the feeling of him inside you.

"You're doing so well, baby," The praise is murmured against your cheek, his eyes closed in pleasure, "Let me know when I can move."

It isn't long before you're giving him the green light and he rocks his hips back and then forward, going slower to start with and soaking up your moans and whimpers with his mouth. His thumb pressed against your clit as he began to go faster, making your moans get louder and you become more desperate.

His hips snapped against yours and you sob into his lips, your nails scratching down his back. His hands are everywhere, exploring every inch of your body and worshipping it all. He knew he could sit and caress each part of your skin and never get bored, feeling intoxicated by the softness of it.

You were like a drug, something he shouldn't touch, something that was supposed to be off-limits, but far too tempting to leave alone. He knew that from now on, he'd never be able to let go of you, never be able to keep his hands to himself.

Your moans were melodic to him, something that he could never get over hearing. He had never had sex like this with anyone before, always quick fucks to satisfy his needs, but this was different. He felt like the barrier was broken, that you guys were connecting on a different level. Something you could never go back from. He would never let you.

The look of your parted lips, mascara running down your cheeks with your tears and your hair messy was a sight that no man but him deserved to see. He could tell you were getting close, he was too, your walls clenching around him as your moans got higher in pitch and louder.

The tears roll down harder, pouring out of your eyes as you barely manage to get your words out, "Teddy- please."

The return of the nickname has him going harder, abusing your g-spot as he hit off it time and time again, igniting a flame in his stomach as he leaned down and pressed a kiss against your forehead.

"There she is," He whispered to you, his lips still against your forehead, "There's my good girl."

You came not long after that, walls convulsing as you came around his cock, moans loud as he found himself not far behind, quickly pulling out as he came over your skirt and bare chest, both of you panting and moaning, lost in the sound and feeling of one another.

[ellierium]

꩜.𖥔 ˖ ɴᴏᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏɴᴇ (ɢɪᴠɪɴ' ᴜᴘ). [ᴇ.ᴡ. & ᴀ.ᴀ.]

ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ᴏɴᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜʀᴇᴇ.

A ROUTINE patrol goes wrong for our friendly neighborhood spider-woman! who can she rely on in this time of need? our favorite human-host and alien-symbiote duo, of course!

pairing: modern!venom!abby anderson x modern!spider-woman!ellie williams tags: frenemies (?) to lovers, comedy, ellie williams is a bad spiderman, abby anderson is a worse venom, physical hurt/comfort, symbiote healing, blood, slight gore. mdni. a/n: um. is this too niche? i used to write for spider-verse... and i am just a girl i fear. I'll probably post this on ao3 as well. have fun! ⸺ℰ word count: 1.4k

Ellie’s desperate, she knows that. 

Really, she does.

She's not entirely sure what comes over her. Not sure what possesses her to swing her way to Abby Anderson’s apartment in goddamn Hell’s Kitchen, not sure what has her colliding with the wall unceremoniously because of course she stumbles. Maybe it’s the piece of scrap metal stuck in her side. Honestly, she's not even sure if Abby is home.

So, she knocks. 

This really isn’t her best idea. She has a lot of those, but this is definitely one of the worst ones. She thinks she knows what she wants – she wants Abby to force her to go to the hospital and see a doctor. 

But she knows what she really wants is for Abby to fix her up herself. She wants Abby to joke around with her, try to make her laugh to distract her from the blood she's losing. That’s all a maybe, though– it’s if she lets herself really yearn. 

She stands there in her shredded suit and a stretched-out t-shirt she snatched from a street vendor, waiting for Abby to answer the door. She thinks she looks weird. She knows she looks insane.

She doesn’t have to wait too long– never really does if Abby can help it– but she's not expecting what greets her. She thought Abby would answer the door with that usual Abby Anderson charm – or lack thereof – that lazy smirk on her face because she’s so smug and thinks she’s right all the time. The stormy blue eyes and a sarcastic greeting on her tongue that Ellie wants to kiss her for. She thought she’d be – content, to say the least.

Instead, Abby is standing unnervingly still. Her eyes are dark and her eyebrows are furrowed, her lips are turned down in a frown, and Ellie realizes she has a peep-hole way too late. She's still relieved to see her, just a little bit, anyway. Her lips just barely turn up. “Abby,” she breathes, “I didn’t– Know where to go–”

She's lying. She knew where to go. But she also knew she wouldn’t be able to go out again if Maria and Tommy ever found out that she got beat this bad. Maria would make her life infinitely more difficult than it already is and Tommy would make sure she could never wear the suit again, and she would die, probably, if she spent that much time away from it all.

And fuck, actually, if she wasn’t a little afraid that she could be dying – Abby isn’t a surgeon, can’t possibly take this thing out of her side, but she doesn’t want to go to a hospital, can’t possibly go home on her own. She can’t do anything but feel all this pain, but Abby’s hands are soft where they hold her arms. Abby’s hands are soft and clean and have no blood on them – not yet, anyway, not until Ellie walks into her home. Then the whole place is coated in the stuff – drippy and dark and disgusting– and Ellie just keeps painting the walls with it. 

She blinks as she's guided to Abby’s dining table– God, if I don’t die, I gotta remember to hit up IKEA– 

“Ellie, what the fuck?” She hears Abby’s frantic voice, low and not at all happy– it makes Ellie nauseous, or maybe it's the blood loss, she's not entirely sure, but blood dribbles out of her mouth anyway.

She groans, letting out half-sobs as Abby gently lays her down. Tears well in her eyes– not because of the pain, no– the care. Abby handles her like she's made of glass, and she's not so sure that she isn’t. She honestly doesn’t know what she's made out of– maybe bits and pieces of everyone she's ever known– maybe nothing in particular.

“What the hell happened?” She's asking, and God, Ellie doesn’t fuckin’ know. Doesn’t know a damn thing except that she webbed up that asshole mugger to the side of the closest NYPD precinct, that the scrap metal in her side knocked the wind out of her, that she had to fumble with her webs and blink the spots out of her eyes to make sure she was swinging in the right direction. She barely thought of where to go, just knew that her dear frenemy Abigail Anderson lived on the corner of 10th Ave and W 49th.

The spots are back, her breath is getting shallow, and she’s a little scared. Her hands clench Abby’s wrists.

“Abs–” 

“I’m here,” Abby says, soft and sure above her. Ellie watches her, but Abby’s focused on the wound in her side, on the way the skin keeps trying to heal but then it's ripped open again, a never ending loop of heal, break, heal, break.

“V, help her.” 

Help her, not help me, because she doesn’t need it. Abby’s Symbiote to the rescue, and Ellie’s shivering as he coats her skin. Abby’s there, too, underneath it all – embedded into Venom the way he’s embedded into her. They can’t be apart, and the thought of Abby sticking to her skin makes her warm. She shudders.

“Didn’t puncture anything major,” Abby says, and her eyes glaze over white. Venom blinks down at her once, then again, before Abby’s blue-grey eyes come back to comfort her.

Venom doesn’t say much, makes no sound except for the occasional hum. The goo is sticky, cold and then warm, and she feels their heartbeat against her sternum. It’s soothing, but the pain is getting to her. She can feel Venom seep under her skin, can feel him-her-them rummaging and moving around her organs to isolate the area. The worst part is when Abby pulls the fucking metal out of her side. She cries out, breath wobbly from the blinding pain that tears through skin and muscle. Might as well go straight to the bone, too.

She can barely breathe, can’t really think, but Abby looks like she's crying. Ellie just can’t have that.

“Knew you never– fuck–” She coughs, spits blood right into her own shoulder, doesn't want to stain anything else red, “–never liked me.” 

It makes Abby laugh, just barely, but it sounds more like she's trying not to choke on her breaths. Her hand rests on Ellie’s chest, where her heart beats, a little too quickly, but it’s fine. At least it’s beating. They sit and breathe and cry— Abby’s hands are still soft on her chest, Ellie’s head is still pounding. When she looks down, both of their hands are covered in blood. It makes her warm for some reason. 

“You gonna tell me what happened?” Abby asks after a few minutes, maybe an hour, maybe more. Ellie sighs, coughs again. The wound is tender, but there's no blood in her mouth. It’s the little things.

“Just wanted to finish,” she mutters, squeezing her eyes shut, “Didn't think about getting hurt.” 

“Stupid of you,” Abby says quietly, “Almost Venom-stupid.”

“Almost,” she agrees, grins despite herself, would laugh if she could. It hurts too much, though, just like Abby’s eyes on her right now. 

“HEY!” Venom barks, tendrils building until his head forms right by Abby’s right arm. He interrupts the moment, and for some reason, she’s a little thankful for it. “I SAVED YOUR LIFE. DID NOT EAT YOU. I COULD. I SHOULD. WE WANT TO.”

Abby shushes him, shoving at his head half-heartedly. Venom responds by digging his teeth into her arm, which does nothing. He chews angrily.

“You’re not eating her. You just had chocolate.”

“CHOCOLATE IS GOOD. I WANT MORE! HER SPLEEN IS RIGHT THERE, I COULD–”

Abby shoves him again as Ellie watches on. Nothing more to do now that she’s healed up, but the wound in her side is held together by her own skin and pieces of Venom. Pieces of Abby and Venom, because it's always two, and never just the one. Not anymore.

Ellie doesn’t say much when Abby preps the pull-out couch, but she does thank Venom when he slithers up out of nowhere to give her a pillow. It’s the softest thing she’s ever held (probably) and she takes note of the way Abby hides a blush that reaches the tips of her ears.

She doesn’t comment, and instead says goodnight when Abby turns the light off in the living room.

[kedreeva]

There are good things in this world still

Yesterday, I was kind to myself and put my morning Dr. Pepper into the fridge so I would have a chilly, fizzy drink this morning.

Today, I took it outside with me while I did chores (which is how I have been cooling the can if I forget), and when I brought it in, there was frost on the outside of the can. I opened it without thinking, and took a sip- the liquid had supercooled, and it turned to slush on contact with my mouth, apparently, making for the single coldest drink I have ever drinked. This made me indescribably happy while I was mid shock of it. It was SO COLD. I love cold fizzy drink and this was as cold as it could get without being frozen.

Today, I went looking for guitar picks for my nephew's birthday next weekend. I found several neat ones, made from bone and horn and shell and wood. I hope he likes the one I picked.

Today, my neighbor checked in on me, and offered to pick up foods at Aldi while she was there anyway. I picked up two extra bales of straw for her birds, to help out with the cold weather incoming. Her husband greeted me out back of their house wearing a HOT pink t-shirt. in -14F windchill weather.

Today, I stood at the barn pen door after giving the birds fresh water and a scoop of whole grains, and I listened to them peeping softly and watched them cuddling up to one another in the thick straw I put down for them. I watched Aris sit up on top of the Tiger Perch (so named because it's big and sturdy enough for a tiger to sleep on, I think), and then Cici joined her and snuggled up, and then one of the BS pied hens got up from her shelf, hopped over and snuggled up on Aris' other side. Then Corona, who normally has a Dont Fucking Touch Me policy out to all other birds, jumped up and cuddled up to Cici's other side (Corona is also Aris' daughter). Then Lotta Bit got up from his shelf and came to cuddle up to Corona's other side. A whole little family. I LOVE watching the inter-generational peafowl families do stuff.

Today I sat and watched a whole little gaggle of baby quail running around being tiny little quail, unaware of the world outside of the warm, safe brooder. They made tiny little noises and took big sips of water and slept like the dead.

There are good things left in this world, however small. This is your opportunity to reblog this and share your good things with each other, or check the notes if you need a reminder.

[mrsjellymunson]

🍦Keeping Score (Steve’s version)🍦

Written for the @steddiemicrofic April prompt ‘Score’ | WC target: 351 | Rating: T | POV: Steve Harrington | Tags: Steve Harrington, Eddie Munson, Robin Buckley, Scoops Ahoy, Pre-S4 | CW: food and eating | A/N: This is a companion piece to Keeping Score (Eddie’s version)

Robin’s scoreboard mocks Steve from the break room. The You Suck column is too overpopulated for his liking. He spots out-of-uniform cheerleaders sashaying across the walkway and whisper-yells,

“Just watch, I’m gonna wow whoever comes in next. I’ll get at least two numbers, maybe more!”

What Steve doesn’t see is Eddie heading in from the side, pushing in just ahead of the squealing group. Steve hisses,

“Nooo, not him!”

Robin knows he’s crushing because he spilled his guts (in more ways than one) that night they raided his parents’ Advocaat stash. Hovering the marker threateningly beneath You Suck, she hisses back,

“No takebacks!”

“Fine, I’ll just… view it as a challenge.”

Flashing his most dazzling smile, Steve deviates from the corporate script with a lasciviously-delivered,

“Aho-ooy sailor! And what can I do for you?”

Eddie doesn’t normally receive this much attention from Steve and is momentarily dumbstruck. Snapping out of it, he asks for his usual (that he doesn’t even like that much, but the assembly process has its perks…)

Steve reaches up for the speciality wafer shapes, a sliver of his waist and back exposed as his uniform rides up. Eddie masks his groan with a cough.

After exchanging treats and money, Robin’s derisory chuff emboldens Steve. He leans over, deliberately stretching his shirt tightly over his chest.

“So, what else can we swap today? How’bout I get your number?”

Eddie blinks.

Pushing a napkin towards him, Steve adds,

“Write it on this, okay?”

Eddie stuffs the top of his dessert in his mouth to stop himself from blurting out something stupid, narrowly missing stabbing himself in the eye with the speciality wafer and instantly getting an ice cream headache. At least this time his moan is appropriate.

Shaky hands scrawl wonky digits. Eddie swallows his far-too-big mouthful, incredulous, and backs out before skedaddling. Steve watches him go, tucking the napkin somewhere safe and staring for too long at the vacated space. 

He’s knocked out of his trance by the obnoxious and lengthy squeak of a marker, as Robin rolls her eyes, reluctantly tallying a solitary mark beneath You Rule…

Thanks so much for reading!

Read the companion piece: Eddie’s version

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[closetedgtaccount]

G/t Literature Megathread!

Hi! I've been a lurker in the G/t community here on Tumblr since around 2011-ish? I'm addicted to G/t literature, and I hoard it like crazy. I wanted to share this for anyone looking for something to read, or if they're new to the community. Feel free to reblog with any recommendations, or even to just promote your own stuff, because I'd love to read more!

EDIT: I've been reading a lot more G/t stuff lately, so I'll just keep updating this post! Make sure to support the creators!

cewilson5 on Deviantart

https://www.deviantart.com/cewilson5/gallery

Honestly, I've been meaning to make a post about this author for a while but I kept getting distracted reading their stuff lol. I can't decide on a single work from them to highlight, so I'll post the link to their Deviantart account above! I probably love their Take Me Home series the most, probably because it was some of the first G/t writing I found as a kid. Most of their stuff is M/f too if that matters to ya. Give them plenty of support, and if cewilson has a tumblr please let me know and I'll tag you properly!

Borrowed Courage @rosella35

Wall Potato and Chaotic Axolotl

Found this on my feed a few days ago, and it's a really cute fic! It's a setting where borrowers get discovered by humanity and have to integrate. The plot centers around two kids; one a borrower who takes drugs to pose as a human, and a human who is the daughter of a (former) borrower exterminator. It's very well written and has a good balance of angst and fluff. Make sure to support the author!

@chirpymoth (Maverynthia)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/50169709/chapters/126703192

Human finds a borrower and is completely unfazed, meanwhile the borrower has gigantophobia. Deals with a complicated relationship where Evik, the borrower, has to learn how to interact with his human friend without triggering traumatic memories.

Unstuck Together (@sizebrained)

A cute romance story between two pairs of human/borrower siblings! Lots of great fluff in this. I made sure to put it at the top because it doesn't get nearly as much attention as it should.

A Fraction of Justice (@ratcatcher0325)

Smal wannabe lawyer is (understandably) very angry at the world that treats him like an animal. Lots of amazing hurt/comfort in this, and the relationship between Alexander and Natalie is really sweet! Probably one of my favorite G/t stories out there!

The Walls Won't be There Forever / Cold Weather (@clumsiestgiantess)

I just linked to clumsiest's writing masterpost here, since I love most of their work! "The Walls Won't be There Forever" and "Cold Weather" are definitely some of my favs tho, since I probably have a preference for G/t angst lol.

Online Dating Can Be Hard (@duckit7)

I love Cam and Kate! There's roughly equal amounts of fluff and angst in this story, and I eat it up. Really like the worldbuilding too; it's a modern setting where smallfolk (Parvuses) are supposed to be treated equally to humans, but has a lot of the roadblocks you would expect. I feel like not enough stories use this kind of setting, which is a shame because it's prime for angst! As a heads up, this story is split up across Duckit's Tumblr and AO3; both of which are included in the link above!

One Shot (@narrans)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/39455319

An amazing collection of G/t stories by Narrans! A lot of these stories contain some good angst, and Narrans is a great writer! I'd also recommend checking out their other series as well, such as A Tall and Small Collection. They also provide audiobook style readings of their works on their youtube channel (linked above), which has been very helpful for me when I'm at work or on walks!

[withahappyrefrain]

More of Peter being a bumbling fool 🤭

Going back to fuckboy/childhood best friend Peter. You've just finished grad school, you're working your dream job, and you're finally FINALLY starting to date after years of focusing on school.

You've been talking to a guy for a few weeks, and decide you're ready to start testing the waters with risqué stuff. So, naturally, you send a picture of you in nothing but a t shirt and lace panties. The shirt is oversized, mostly white with a print in it, but most importantly *Peter's*.

The picture you take is *chefs kiss*. Nipples hard and obvious through the thin material, you pulled up one aide to show the lace panties, your blankets are a mess and there's a peep of a vibrator under your blanket.

You quickly send it to the boy you've been talking to. Or... so you thought. You actually send it to Peter, but don't realize until he responds

I'm coming home. Do not move.

Confusion hits you first. Why would this guy refer to your place as home? That was quite bold of him.

Then you hear the thump out on the fire exit, which is how Peter prefers to enter when he's rushed.

Wait.

You look back at the text, specifically the top where the name Peter is clearly displayed.

Not Dan.

Before you can think, the bedroom door slams open. There's Peter, visibly out of breath, chest heaving as he points to his phone.

"What the fuck?" He sounds like he just ran a marathon. Peter only gets like that when he's put through the ringer on patrol.

Not with you.

"Peter, I-"

"This is how you tell me?" His pupils are so overblown you can barely see the whiskey casted irises you adore so much.

"Look, Peter, I-" you stop, realizing you haven't pulled the bed sheet up yet, so those white lace panties were still very visible.

"No, I have had to push down my feelings for you for years. Fucking years. And you tell me with a picture? While I'm at work?" He points to his phone, exasperated, "You couldn't have waited until my lunch break? For fuck's sake, Eddie nearly saw ya."

Wait a damn minute.

"Did you say years?" It was the first coherent sentence you could get out.

Peter made his way to the bed, his body now inches away from yours. The scent of cinnamon flooded your nostrils. His whole being was usually so comforting. But now, it was overwhelming, your mind buzzing with revelations.

"If you want specifics, since I was fifteen. Do the math, you're good at that." His hands linger, as though he wants to touch you but some unknown force is holding back.

"I have you beat by two years." The confession is quiet as it hangs over you two. His eyes soften, it's all you can observe before his lips crash against yours. They're soft, no doubt due to the amount of chapstick you watch him apply. His hands reach up to cup your face, deepening the kiss.

You've put a lot of time into imagining what it was like to kiss Peter Parker. Nothing could compare you to reality. His beard was soft, brushing against your skin. He rubbed a thumb against your cheek and you practically melted into the bed.

Peter could hear your heart racing, could sense the nerves running through your body. He brought one hand to the middle of your back, steadying you as his tongue swiped across your bottom lip.

Grasping at his jacket, you let his tongue into your mouth and God, why did you wait so long for this? All the feelings you thought were gone came rearing back. But instead of feeling, discouraged, like normal, you felt invigorated. Brave even, given how your hands tangled themselves in his dark hair.

Leaning back until your body was pressed against the mattress, you forced him on top of you.

"F-fuck, wait," Peter propped himself up with his arms, his body hovering over yours.

"Wait? We've both been waiting fifteen plus years for this." You barely registered your own words, too focused on his slightly swollen lips and messy hair.

"Y-yeah, that's why," Peter ran a hand through his hair, as though it would help me become coherent, "W-why I need to take you out."

You arched an eyebrow, "Take me out? Since when do you care about going on a date first, bed second?"

Somehow, Peter's face was able to turn even redder, "S-since it's you."

[mrs-meeks-martin]

Happy Halloween P2

EthanLandry x Fem!Reader

warnings: essentially porn with a plot, smut, oral stuff, inappropriate language, creep behavior, pantie stealing

PART 1 PART 3

as always reblogging and interaction appreciated

Mustering up all of his courage, Ethan manages to say, “You should leave with me.” It only comes out in a tiny peep, which you just so happen to hear.

“Leave with you and do what, exactly?”

The thought alone makes him flush a pretty pink, and you giggle at the way you worded that sentence.

“I wasn’t talking about sex, idiot. I mean, if you want that…” You trail off, smirking.

He somehow turns an even deeper pink, but he manages to choke out a sentence. “I-I me-mean, like, whatever- whatever you want, yeah?”

“So, are we leaving or what?”

After you guys finally manage to push through the crowd of people and leave, you let out a small breath as you enter Ethan’s dorm room.

“Nice little setup you got here.” You scan the room, looking at the posters on the wall and trinkets on his desk.

“Yeah, thanks.” He mumbles quietly, plopping down on his bed.

Hey, do you have scissors? I need to cut the tag out of my shirt. It’s been bothering me all night..” You let out an annoyed groan, fiddling with the tag.

“Yeah, uh- should be in one of the drawers of my desk.”

You walk over to his desk, and open the first drawer you see. Your eyes widen as you look at the contents. You’ve always noticed your stuff going missing around your dorm, but you’ve never thought much about it. You just thought that you would misplace things, or just randomly throw things around haphazardly. So you definitely were surprised when you saw your old pair of pink panties in his drawer.

Holding up your undergarments, you turn and look at him. “Where did you find these?” You look at him with a weird expression, but you don’t know if it’s because of disgust or surprise.

“Shit- uh- I…” Fuck, fuck fuck fuck. I swear I hid those somewhere. This is so embarrassing- She must think I’m a creep-

“Where. Did. You. Find. These?” You get closer to him, holding them in his face. That gives you a better view of the inside of them, and you see a small stain on the bottom of your panties. “What the- Okay, what’s going on here?”

“I- I’m sorry…?” He’s an impossible shade of red, his face looking down at the floor.

“That’s not what I asked you.”

“I found them… In your room. When we were working on our history project.” He chews the bottom of his lip, looking up at you from his lashes.

“So you found them and took them? And I’m guessing you…”

“Please don’t finish that sentence.” He holds his head in his hands, and the only thing going through his mind is how the carpet looks oddly interesting at the moment.

“You’re a fucking creep.” You look at him with wide eyes, but you’re not sure what your intentions are. On one hand, you feel as if his actions are disgusting, but on the other… You’re turned on.

“How long have you been doing this?”

“…A couple of um, months.” He whispered, practically inaudible. How ironic. Now he wanted to be stabbed, just to end his misery.

“You dirty boy…” You shake your head at him with a mock disgusted expression as you toss the pair to the side, and without warning, start slipping your shorts off. His eyes widen in surprise and he tries opening his mouth to say something, but words don’t come out.

You kick your shorts off and then swiftly drop your panties. You grab the pair and toss them in his face, and he catches them after fumbling them for a little.

“There you go, perv. Ask me next time.” I’m definitely gonna regret this later, aren’t I? Why would I even get myself in this stupid ass situation in the first place?

“…T-Thank you.” He takes in your half naked body, and his cock does a painful lurch, like it’s trying to escape the confines of his pants.

“Is stealing my clothes the only thing you’ve been doing?” You ask, leaning over and putting your hands on his thighs.

“I-I-I’ve been uh- Watching.. You.” He admits, finally looking up at you fully.

“Like, stalker watching or just watching?”

“W-What’s the difference?”

“Seriously?”

“S-Stalker. Stalker watching.”

“You really are disgusting.” Ethan bites his lip as you say that, and he’s not sure if it’s out of embarrassment or lust. The way you’re degrading him only makes his cock grow to a painful size. So, yeah. Probably lust.

“Take these off for me, will you?” You tap his thighs to signal the removal of his pants, and he does so without hesitation, leaving him in only his briefs.

“Good boy…”

He lets out a strangled noise at the praise, and it makes you raise a brow in amusement.

“What, you like being praised like this? You’re pitiful.”

“Y-Yes, I like being praised mommy- I mean, y/n.”Ethan accidentally says mommy, and he swears he’s never felt more embarrassed in his life. Shame on him and his mommy kink-

“You got my name wrong. I only answer to mommy now.” You say in a mock authoritative tone, putting your hands on your hips.

“Sorry, mommy…” He manages to choke out, nodding in acknowledgment.

Your lips quirk up in a smile, and you kiss him sloppily, not being able to control your unbridled desire for him. He kisses back with equal fervor, sliding his boxers down with one hand while grabbing your hair in another. His rock hard dick springs free and practically hits him in the stomach.

“I-It hurts…” Ethan whines, looking up at you.

“What hurts, Eth? Use your words.”

“M-My cock.” He mumbles under his breath.

“Your what? Sorry, couldn’t hear you.”

“My- My cock.” He says a bit louder than last time. You heard him the first time, but you just wanted to be a tease.

“Want me to make it feel better, Eth?” You run a hand up his shaft, teasing his angry red tip.

“Yes, please.” He nods eagerly, whining at the touch.

“Please who?”

“Please, mommy.”

“Good boy.” You waste no time dropping down to your knees and taking the head of his mushroom tip in your mouth. Although the feeling of dominating someone was new to you, you couldn’t help but like it in a way. Something about you wanting to be in control.

“G-Gahh…” Ethan has fisted his cock to this scenario more times than he can count, but he never imagined that the real thing would be so much better. You’re barely halfway down his shaft, and he’s already seeing stars.

“I-If you don’t slow down, I-I might-” Ethan barely chokes out his last sentence before you slide the last of him down your throat. You look up at him with those beautiful eyes of yours, and that’s all it takes for him to bust on the spot.

“S-Shit, y/n. Cumming. Cumming!” You sigh contentedly as you feel braid after braid of cum sliding down your throat, welcoming the bitter taste.

You draw back from him, panting quietly.

“Lay back.”

“W-Why?”

“I’m gonna ride you.”

CLIFFHANGER?

should i continue this series or what? not sure

[spidermans-l-o-v-e-r]

Adventures in Babysitting

Pairing: Eddie Diaz x Reader

Word count: 2.9k

Notes: I’m gonna make a new header, like I just want o p t i o n s. Also, I’m hungry

@silas-aeiou You don't get a cute dedication. I hate you. I would have made that yellow, but you know they don't actually have yellow. So you know.... Orange. Like your bedspread that I think is orange.

Eddie was irritated. 

There was a lot in life he let slide, a lot that he knew there was nothing he could do and so he let it go. 

But this? Oh, this could have been prevented. 

“You’re gonna get frown lines,” You comment lazily from your spot in the sun. You’d curled up like a cat sunbathing and pulled out your Kindle about three hours ago, and aside from the occasional glass of water and getting him lunch, you hadn’t moved. 

“You’re gonna get frown lines.” He mocks you, his arms folded across his chest and a deep pout graces his lips. Your eyes flick up from the device and you stick your tongue out at him before going back to your book. 

“What are you even reading?” 

He’s bored out of his mind, and pretty much all he’s got to do is bother you or watch TV, and lord knows there’s nothing good on TV.

“You’ve asked me that three times. It’s still the same book”

“The same book you won’t tell me the name of?” He whines and awkwardly flops forward on the couch onto his tummy. He props his chin in his hands and bends his good knee. He’d cross his ankles if that damn brace wasn’t in the way.

“Because you’re going to Google it, and I don’t need you to know anything about what I’m reading” 

“But I want to know. Please Y/N, please? I promise I won’t bother you anymore! You won’t hear a peep out of me!” He gives you his sweetest, most innocent smile and bats his eyelashes, and you groan and drop your hand to the couch because you know he’s not going to leave you alone this time. 

And maybe, just maybe. Those stupid brown eyes really work on you. 

“It’s called-” You hesitate for a second and sigh “Ice Planet Barbarians. It’s the first one” 

“Okay.” He shrugs and stuffs a pillow under his chin and goes on his phone, and you stare at him 

“Okay? That’s it? You’ve been bothering me this entire time and all you’ve got to say is “Okay” really??” 

“I feel like I need to give you lessons on how to annoy someone.” 

“Ugh!!” 

You toss your kindle down to run away from his ass and he laughs as you stomp your way into his kitchen for a snack. 

“Get me a smoothie!”

“Fuck you and your smoothie!” 

After a half hour of letting him go thirsty, you shove his stupid smoothie bottle into his hand and plop back down on the couch with your snack. He gives you those stupid eyes again and bats his eyelashes, and you hand him the plate you’ve made him.

“Awww, you do care!” 

“I’m literally going to punch you in the knee.” 

Eddie’s mouth drops as he looks at the brace. He slaps his hand over his chest, and you roll your eyes at his dramatics.

“I am wounded.” 

“Yes, yes, I know you sprained your ACL.” He’d told the story at least 10 times already.

“I was saving a child!”

“Saving a child” 

“Have I ever mentioned how much I hated you?” He narrows his eyes, and you bat your eyelashes at him this time. 

“Maybe I need to give you lessons in annoying someone?” 

He stares at you for a second before sighing and balancing his plate on his chest.

“Touché” 

You didn’t actually mind watching after him. It was fun most of the time, just not when he was bored out of his mind. Your Auntie Athena had called you up, asking for a big favor. You had some medical training, and you weren’t really doing anything these days, so she asked you to come babysit a friend for her. When Buck answered the door that morning, you already felt the blush on your cheeks, and you nearly fell over when he introduced you to Eddie, the baby you would be sitting. 

Too bad he was annoying because he was fine as hell. 

“Can you grab me my wallet?” He mutters, and you get up to grab it. All in all, he was a pretty good patient. He didn’t ask for much, and unless he wanted to bother you, he was pretty polite about it… though you did have to convince him that it was okay to ask you to go to the bathroom whenever he needed and he didn’t have to hold it.

All in a day's work. 

You hand him his wallet, and he thanks you with that smile that made you weak, and you go back to plop on the couch. It was almost time to start dinner, and you hadn’t really gotten around to thinking about what to make. 

“Anything in particular you want for dinner?” You ask with a yawn, and he shrugs

“I just got us some pizza, You’ve been doing so much for me that I didn’t want you to have to make dinner too on top of all this.”

“Eddie,” you scold him softly. “You didn’t have to do that. I’d gladly make you dinner. It’s my job.”

“Oh? That’s all I am to you? A job” He pouts and you smirk and get up from the other couch, You flop down next to him and lean into his side 

“Nah, we’re friends now. I think I’ve accidentally seen your dick like three times today so personally, I think that makes us friends for life” 

“Mhm. Were you impressed?” 

He’s teasing, you know he is, but when he combines the question whilst putting his arm around your shoulders, you suddenly can’t breathe. 

“Uh- I mean-” You stutter and he’s got this stupid smile that you can’t tell what it means. 

“I was just kidding, Jeez Y/N.” 

You awkwardly laugh with him and try to wriggle from his arm but he keeps you there, in fact, he leans over himself and puts his head on your shoulder. 

“You mind if I take a little nap?”

“Oh sure, You want me to take you to your room?” You start to get up but he holds you in place again and you squeak 

“No this is good, wake me when the pizza gets here?” He takes the throw from the back of the couch and tosses it over both of you.

“O-okay” 

You’re so tense, like so tense that after about five minutes you hear Eddie start to snicker. 

“You want me to just use the pillows?” He doesn't even open his eyes when he speaks and you look over at him. 

“N-no It’s okay”

“You sure? I don't think you’ve taken more than five breaths this entire time”

“I’m sure” You take a slow breath and he gets up anyway, you bite back the frown when he moves away but he starts to push you back. 

“Okay, well if that’s the case I think I’d be more comfortable like this.”

You lay on your back and Eddie lays between you and the couch. He puts his arm around your waist and lays his head on your chest, you blush when he makes himself a little more comfy by nuzzling just a bit into your chest.

“You gonna breathe this time?” 

“Uh-huh”

“Good girl” 

He can hear the sharp inhale and practically feel the shiver go down your spine when he says that and he closes his eyes with a big smile because you’re reacting exactly how he thought you would. 

Eddie doesn’t get much sleep until you’ve finally gotten out of your head and started to calm down, your fingers thread through his soft hair and he feels his body relax against yours. He tried to stay awake, admittedly fake sleeping just to be close to you was almost as fuck boy as asking if you were impressed was but he just wanted to be near you.

He’d been sneaking glances at you all day, watching all your reactions to that book you were reading… which he’d bought immediately when you gave him his wallet and had read all the warnings for it and…

Jesus Christ.

But anyway, he just wanted to be close to you, because you were pretty and soft and you smelled good and pretty soon you’re shaking his shoulder gently and he’s lifting his head and settling his chin between your breasts and your eyes widen a little but you keep stroking his hair and he leans into your touch and you smile at him. 

“The pizzas here, you gotta let me up, babe” 

It’s like just a completely normal pet name, you’d even mentioned earlier that you used it in your everyday freaking conversation but god the way you say it to him. 

A man can dream.

He pushes away just enough for you to slip out from under him and go over to the door, he’s unabashedly staring at your ass while you give the kid a tip and grab the pizza from him and bring it in.

“You sure this is big enough?” You show him the giant ass box and pass by him to the dining room and he uses his cane to awkwardly get up from the couch. You drop the box and rush over to help catch him and he stumbles over into your arms. 

“You’re not supposed to be getting up by yourself!” You help him over to the dining room table and pick his leg up to put it on the other chair.

“I know I know, I just feel bad.” 

“Eddie this is my job! I want to take care of you. You know you deserve help, right? You’re injured and you need help, and I want to give that to you. I’m more than happy to.” 

It’s not… that deep. He knows you don’t mean it like that. But it hits home, and it hits home hard. He watches you walk to the kitchen to grab some plates, his eyes lingering on your plush hips.

Where did you get off telling him what was good for him… even if you know it was technically true? He watches you come in and serve him up a plate and hold it out to him.

“Are you gonna let me help?”

He looks at the plate, slowly taking it from you and setting it down in his lap.

“Yeah.” 

After that Eddie turns into an absolute baby. It’s small things, “Can you get me a napkin” “Will you hand me the remote?” “Can I have another soda?”

But then it’s “Will you sit by me?” And “Can I lean against you again?” 

And somehow it ends with your back against the armrest and him between your legs, using them as armrests. He tilts his head back and you’re running your fingers through his hair and giving him a scalp massage and he’s melting into your lap.

“Ohh that’s good” He’s practically purring as he snuggles into you and you smile.

“Oh really?” Your fingertips start working his neck and down his shoulders. He scoots forward a little and you’re working out all the knots at the base of his neck.

“You wanna go lie down maybe? I can work on your back” 

“Oh, that’s asking way too much” His head flops backward like he’s so comfy he can’t hold it up and you work your way out from underneath him. 

“Come on, let’s get you in bed, you should probably go goin there anyway, you need your rest” 

He whines and makes you tug him up off the couch and help him hobble to his bedroom. 

“You wanna get into your pajamas?” 

“It’s like 8 pm” He frowns but lifts his shirt over his head anyway. You blush and look away for a second to “grab his shorts” and hand them out to him. He smirks and takes them from you, purposely brushing his fingers against yours. 

“You know, Buck helped me get dressed this morning, if it’s necessary I can ask him to come over again.” 

Buck had literally gotten three pairs of jeans when Eddie got hurt and had one leg hemmed to work with the big ass brace he had to wear it had a zipper down the side that he could just undo and take off the other side normally. 

“These jeans are weird as hell, but I appreciate him” 

“At least he didn’t put you in booty shorts.” 

“He tried.” He deadpans and you giggle and come over to him. Your fingers fiddle with his belt and he bites his lip and watches you unbuckle it and put it on the bed. You work open his jeans and unzip them for him and then go to the weird side zipper and do that too. 

“You know, if you wanted to get my pants off all you had to do was ask” 

You roll your eyes and get down on your knees to help him get the jeans down.

“You’ve been waiting to use that one all day haven’t you?” 

“As a matter of fact, yes. Yes, I have.” 

Your laugh gets caught in your throat when you look up at him, he has this hunger in his eyes that makes your cheeks flare bright pink. He reaches down and cups the back of your head, stroking your hair softly. 

“You know… you look kinda pretty like this” He mumbles and you lean forward just a little closer to him.

“I do?” You make your eyes wider, sweeter and he nearly passes out. 

“Jesus” He scoffs and pushes your head away and you fall on your butt with a laugh. You get up and help him into bed and then settle on top of him. 

He groans comfortably under your weight and you get to work on his back. It does not surprise you in any way shape or form that he’s a mess of tension and knots. You especially focus on his shoulders and you’ve got him moaning and whimpering like a slut. 

“You sound like a bitch” You wheeze and he tries to throw you off his back and you squeal and hold his shoulders.

“I’ll have your ass know I take pride in sounding like a little bitch okay. If my girl is making me sound that way? She must be doing something right” 

“Your girl?” You perk up a little and lean down onto him, your chest pressed into his back 

“Yeah, you’re my girl right?” 

Eddie was too damn friendly for his own good. He props himself up on his elbows just to feel you press harder against him. He can feel your nipples poking through your shirt. 

“Yeah I’m your girl” 

He lets his head hang down and you go back to massaging his neck. He sighs dreamily and lays his head back on the pillows. 

“You’re gonna put me to sleep” 

“Good. You really need to rest” You climb from his back and he misses you already. You help him turn over onto his back and put the covers over him. 

“Remember, I’ve got my phone on, so call me for anything and everything. Got it?”

“Got it” He waves his phone at you and you smile and head for the door. 

“Goodnight Eddie” 

“No goodnight kiss for me?” 

You stop in your tracks and try to ignore the chuckle under his breath. You turn around slowly and put your hands on your hips.

“I just feel like it would make me feel better”

He says it in the cutest voice with the most adorable pout on his lips and you just groan and stomp back over to the bed.

“You are the biggest, fattest, baby I’ve ever known in my entire life”

“Uh-huh” 

“And I cannot believe,” you lean down to kiss his forehead “That your ass is making me-“

He lifts his head just in time to connect with your lips, his hand comes flying down and keeps your lips against his because he knows damn well that you’re about to try and run from it. 

Damn, he’s good. 

His fingers wrap around your hair and tug gently and you sigh, softening every bit of rigid awkwardness and letting him kiss you. You place your hand on his chest and he grins and pulls you closer to him and onto his lap. 

You lean down and cup his face, moving your lips in sync with his and he pulls you down onto his chest to feel you against him again. He kisses you until you’re both breathless until he knows you won’t run away from him until he’s sure he’s gotten his “I’m really into you” point across. 

You both pull away panting and you flop over onto the bed next to him. You wait until you’ve got some of your senses back and turn your head to look at him. 

“Nurses shouldn’t have relationships with their patients” 

“It’s so sexy when they do though” 

“I should punch you in the knee for that move” 

“You should, but I don’t think you will.” 

He scoots closer and nuzzles his nose against yours and you smile and peck his lips. 

“You wanna sleep in here tonight?” 

He offers because he likes you, and it’s been a hot minute since he had that kind of company. He’s going to be thinking about a lot of baseball tonight. 

“Okay, on one condition” 

“Anything” 

“From now on? You let me take care of you without putting up a fight… and give you a sponge bath” 

“Oh god, fucking deal baby girl” 

[yumandoull]

friends to lovers dom!yuma or smth, something simple and basic😔 i have no ideas rn but i’ll definitely send more requests when i come up with stuff

I wanna ruin our friendship, We should be lovers instead (A Nakakita Yuma one-shot)

Warnings: perv!yuma at the start (yes.), bimbo!reader, fem!reader,collage dormmates yuma and reader, a little non-consensual groping and picture taking, use of drugs, hickeys, boob sucking (man loves them on you), slight?? oral (f receiving), reader is whiny and demanding, lowkey bratty!reader, unprotected sex!! (don't), cumming inside, lots of kissing and praises, pet names (sugar, sweetheart, babe, baby), aftercare <3 (this one is ALWAYS a do), implied mutual pining, getting together. This was not proofread again so expect typos and grammatical errors. Let me know if I missed something!

Plot: You thought that Yuma was the perfect roommate, he was so caring and sweet. But little did you know, he was hiding something from you. Something a little...inappropriate.

Message from the doll: Hey dolls!! This has been in my inbox for the past week or two actually uhmm sorry guli 😞 I didn't have much idea for this but hopefully y'all witll still like it. Right after I post this, I'll find some motivation to work on part two for Run, Rabbit <3

• Your dormmate, Yuma, is really kind. He often makes you dinner or orders take out when he knows you're busy with activities or projects for your course, he makes sure you drink tea instead of coffee when it's late since he insists that it's better for you, he even does some of your chores when he knows you're really really busy.

• Now Yuma may be kind to you, he is also a little bit of a perv. How could he not be? You're so comfortable around him that you are fine with walking around in a tight top and shorts with nothing else around the dorm, your lips looks so round and pretty with your lip combo, and those short skirts you always wear around the dorm sometimes.

• One of Yuma's favorite things to do with you are movie nights, especially if there's a new horror movie that came out. You were easily scared and often clings to his side during tense moments. Your sweet and soft scent fills his nose, he can fell your boobs squished against his arms.

• When Yuma is a little stressed out, he will suddenly come up behind you and fondle your breasts. Ignoring your protests and tells you that they're the perfect stress toys and he deserves it for taking care of you.

• There are times when you are in short skirts, Yuma sneakily walks behind you to snap a picture underneath your skirt and the pictures doesn't stop there. You accidentally splashed water on yourself while washing the dishes and made your shirt a little see through? He immediately opens his camera app. You are leaning forward on your mirror as you get ready for a party and a little too much cleavage is showing because of your tight dress? You can almost hear a faint snap sound. You're sleeping peacefully with your blanket kicked off with that sheer night gown? His phone is already out and so is his cock.

Yuma was alone in the dorm while you were out partying, he was watching a show in hopes to distract his mind from you. He saw you getting ready earlier, looking all dolled up and tempting, and he hates the thought of other guys ogling at you at the party. It was around 11PM when he heard some struggles at the door knob and he decides to get up to check through the peep hole to find you. Yuma opens the door and was surprised when you immediately fell trips over yourself and lands in his arms, "Woah- you okay, sugar?" He asks, helping you walk to the couch. "Noo.." You replied, almost like a desperate whimper. "My drink, someone messed with it.."

Yuma tenses up when he heard your words, "What? What do you mean 'someone messed with your drink'?" He repeats, hoping it wasn't what he was thinking. "I mean someone- drugged it. I don't know who it was..!" Your mind was already hazy, you felt warm all over despite the air conditioning in the dorm. Yuma notices your flushed face and your body was so hot, like literally and not because he finds you hot- what who said that.

"Do you...do you know what kind of drug they used? I mean, it's certainly not sleeping pills." Yuma tried to play it cool, acting as if he doesn't know that they were probably aphrodisiacs or something with the same effect and that he really really wants to make you feel better. "I don't knoww~ but I'm feeling so needy, Yuma~" You whined before adding, "Can you help me? Please? I came home since I don't want anyone else there, I want you." Yuma swore his pants dropped right then and there from your words. Him?? You specifically wanted him to help you since you don't trust anyone else??? This had to be a dream but nonetheless, Yuma picks you up and carried you to your bed to be more comfortable. "Of course I'll help you, sweetheart.."

Yuma has been littering kisses and marks around your neck, making sure that you now know who you belong to, but you were getting too impatient because of the drug in your system. "Yumaaaa~ I'm too impatient to take things slow right now." Yuma chuckles and places a harsh bite on your shoulder, "I'm trying to be a gentleman here, babe." You grumbled as your hands are already fumbling with the hem of his shirt, "I don't need you to be a gentleman right now, I have needs to be fulfilled right now! And we both know you're not a gentleman in bed."

Yuma laughs before getting up to straddle your waist, he removes his shirt and throws it somewhere on your bedroom floor. "Alright, alright. I'll stop playing the act." Yuma lifts you up slightly and makes you lean against the headboard of your bed, his hands reaching behind you to unzip your dress and he quick discards it. Yuma fumbles and struggles a little with your bra, he gets impatient and tears it off, the sound of ripping fileld your ears. "You couldn't have asked for help??" You knew Yuma was strong but not that strong. "I'll buy you a new one."

Yuma throws the ripped fabric and his lips immediately finds your one of hardened nipples, his mouth and tongue moves in a starving manner. "Mmh, finally get to do this.." He mumbles, his hand moves up to give attention to the other. He alternates his mouth to the two, his hooded eyes looking up to watch your reactions. After he was satisfied, he trails his mouth down to your stomach. Yuma's mouth connects with your clothed core, his saliva soaking your underwear further. "You taste so addictive..even with something in the way." He continues to suck and lick you through the this fabric, his hands holding your thighs open.

A needy sound leaves your lips, "Yuma, pleasee..I can't take it anymore.." Yuma chuckles and gets to his knees, sliding your panties down to leave you completely bare for his eyes. He's been waiting too long to have you like this. Yuma hooks his thumb to remove his sweatpants along with his boxers, leaving them on the floor with the rest of his and your clothes. "Want me to go in raw?" Yuma asks you, watching as you immediately nod, clearly getting impatient. Yuma leans down, wrapping your arms around his neck. "Tell me if it's too much, okay?" He presses his lips against yours while he lines himself up and slowly stretches you out. Yuma feels you gasp against his lips, your arms pulling him closer against you. He stays still for a moment before pulling away from your lips, "Can I move?" You nod. "Wrap your legs around me."

You complied and Yuma starts off slow, making sure not to overwhelm you. "Faster please.." You requested and Yuma grants, placing his hands on the mattress next to you to cage you in his arms as he thrusts faster and harder into you. "Like this, baby? You feel so warm.." He kisses you on the mouth again, his hips finding a steady rhythm. Yuma can feel you getting tighter, the sounds leaving your lips becoming more frequent and high-pitched. "Getting close, hm? Let go for me."

Your fingers gripped on Yuma's hair, adorable needy sounds leaving your lips as you come around his cock. Yuma groans as he feels you clench around him, "I'm coming, baby. Should I pull out?" He asks, not wanting to do something you wouldn't want. "No, don't- Cum inside me, please. I need it~" You begging in that whiny tone was enough for Yuma. Another groan leaves his lips as he spills his warmth inside you.

Yuma pressed his forehead against yours, his breath warm against your face. "You did so well, do you know how long I was waiting to do that?" He laughs and litters more kisses around your face, seeing you all spent and content before him felt unreal. "I'll take care of the cleaning, just rest and look pretty for me hm?"

Yuma runs a bath for you, washing your hair thoroughly, making sure to use your favorite soaps. He sets you down on the counter and dries your hair with a towel, smiling to himself while looking at you, all pretty and marked up by him. He leaves you for a bit to change the bed sheets, replacing them with clean ones. Yuma puts on your favorite movie and goes back to the bathroom to carry you back to the bed, setting you down before laying next to you and pulling the blanket over the two of you. "Feel better, sugar?" You nod, resting your head on his shoulder. "So much better. Thanks a lot, Yu." Another sweet kiss lands on top of your head, Yuma brushes off stray hair from your face. "Anything for my favorite girl." He murmurs against your hair. You were silent for a bit, thinking about the happenings earlier.

"Do you think this will affect our friendship?" You suddenly asked, turning to look at Yuma. He thinks for a moment, should he tell you the truth or no? Fuck it. "You know what? I hope it does. I don't wanna be friends anymore, I want to cherish you and adore you in a way you deserve." He suddenly blurts out, he freezes when he realized what he said and waits for your reaction. "Wait, seriously? Like...you like me, romantically??" You repeated, you didn't want to jump into conclusion.

"Are you kidding? Of course I do, how could I not fall for you?" Yuma boops your nose, "You're pretty, you're hardworking, you're smart, and after what we did tonight? I'm definitely not letting you go." Yuma's arms wraps around you, he pulls you down to sit on his lap. "So, what do you think? Will you let me be your boyfriend?"

You replied by kissing him on the lips, your hand trailing from his chest to his shoulders. Yuma responds to you, pulling you closer by your waist. The kiss was different from before, it was filled with unspoken feelings and emotions. You could feel his smile against yours, making you smile as well. You pull away with a smile on your face that matched his, you rested your head on his shoulder. Yuma's arm tightened around you in a possessive but loving way, a hand moves up to stroke your hair. The two of you enjoyed the others company during that night, just sitting in the comfortable silence.

You still didn't know who was the jerk that drugged you in the first place but they definitely deserve a little credit for this ending.

Another message from the doll: Soooo this was only supposed to be something short like a drabble but guess who got carried away again lmaoo 😋 I didn't even do this in google docs like I did it straight on the app so there's no word count sorry gang 🙏 and this might be more fluffy and cute than I also expected from myself but we'll roll with it! So as always, let me know your thoughts!! Inbox is always open for requests, thoughts, and feedback <3

Very important message: They dropped Go in Blind while I was finishing up on this and the choreo???? Like woah yuma 😻 ugh love him so much I LOVE THEM ALL SO MUCH ACTUALLY and like harua's part with the blindfold??? EJ BITING ON IT??? HELLO????

[lovelyrots]

Best In Show

A sequel to Pretty Girl (K22)

Wolf-Dog Hybrid!Dabi/Touya Todoroki x Puppy hybrid! Reader

Content Warnings - Noncon->Dubcon, mentions of blood and minor wounds (bites, scratches), breeding, drugging (not Reader)

Even when you seem to be the best hybrid at the contest, there’s always a big bad wolf to put you in your place. If only you hadn’t caught his eye, then you’d be at home with a new collection of trophies and pretty ribbons instead of a litter of puppies.

You tremble as the trailer you’ve been packed into with all your travel blankets and plush cushions suddenly swerves and sends you into one of your mounds of blankets. You were so excited when Rumi said you’d be leaving for a special contest, that you didn’t notice her locking the trailer door as soon as you got in.

You thought maybe her or Keigo would be riding with you or at least let you ride in the car with them, you even learned your lesson last time to not try and jump out of the window!

It feels like you’ve been stuck inside this trailer forever, being tossed from one side to another with only your plush pillows and blankets protecting you from any harm.

The trailer gives one last jerk before coming to a stop and you look up at the door as you shake and whimper, hoping this ride was over. “Hey pretty girl! Tch, Rumi! She’s gonna stress-shed! You’ve gotta strap her in or she gets scared!” He yells behind him as you bolt to him and practically climb on top of him to get out of the metal contraption.

“We were running late! Besides, someone was too busy doing his hair to help me get her stuff packed and get her inside the trailer. Now get her leash on so we can check in, you remember the rules for this place. Hybrids can’t be out of guest rooms without an owner and leash on, no exceptions.” She boredly repeats the same rule that you’ve heard countless times by now, it was practically the same every time you left for a contest.

“Yeah, yeah. I get why some of them have to follow that, but our sweet girl? She’s so harmless she’d roll over for a fly.” Keigo rubs the top of your head before scratching behind one of your ears and you practically melt in his arms, earning an eye roll from your other owner. “I know she’s a very sweet pup that can do no wrong in your eyes, but the Hybrid Kennel Association doesn’t know that. Now hurry up, the sooner we’re checked in then the sooner you can pamper her in our suite.” She orders and Keigo lets out a sigh before bringing your pink leash out of his pocket and clipping it to your collar.

“C’mon girl, let’s get inside. Once we get up to our room, how about a nice bubble bath? Then maybe a good brushing and lotion time, sound good?” You excitedly nod and follow him up to the door where Rumi is waiting with three bags on her arm. “I swear, you spoil that dog.” Now it’s Keigo’s turn to roll his eyes at her as he leads you into the large building.

Your nose is assaulted with all kinds of smells, of other people and other hybrids. Your ears are the next sense to be hit, barking and rambunctious chatter making you whip your head around to look at anyone or anything that made so much as a peep. “Like you’re any better. You’ve been stressing about making sure she eats right and that her fur is shiny enough. Not to mention the new ribbons I saw you pack.” That earned him a punch hard enough to make you turn your attention back to them, until Rumi took your leash from him and led you away.

“Hi, room for Usagiyama.” As she deals with the man at the front desk you take another look around at the few hybrids you see, each with their leash attached and a couple with muzzles or other protective gear on.

A small group of cat hybrids are ignoring each other in one corner while a pair of bird hybrids are grooming each other, at least until their owners notice and pull them apart, and in the furthest corner sits a large dog, or maybe wolf, hybrid. He towered over a good portion of the furniture around him, while a small dual colored pup tries to run around him before tiring out.

“If you need anything, please feel free to call us. Oh, and a word of advice, don’t let your pet wonder outside alone.” The front desk clerk slides a set of keycards towards your owners, and you can’t help but listen in. “Why? Have there been poachers or something?” Rumi leans closer to him and her grip on your leash slackens.

“There’s nothing official but there have been some sightings of an unregistered wolf in the nearby forest. We’re advising all owners to keep their pets inside or with them while outside, just as a precaution.” Keigo takes a step closer to you, as if some beast would burst out of thin air at you. “Thanks for the advice. Let’s go, you two.” Rumi commands as you trot behind her while Keigo is left to carry the majority of the bags. Just the ‘essentials’ as Rumi likes to say.

“Uh, you don’t think we should just leave? An untrained wolf is spotted in the woods and you still want to go through with this?” Keigo asks her once she comes to a stop at what’s likely the suite for you three. “No way. I saw Yu Takeyama outside, there’s no way in hell I’m letting her win. Our girl is going to wipe the floor with that pompous airhead’s mutt!” “I was really hoping you didn’t see her.” Keigo mutters as he trails in after you, groaning as he sets the bags down.

“First we need to bathe our gorgeous, perfect puppy,” she coos as she kneels down to rub behind your ear and take your leash off, “then a thorough brushing and pre-styling, top it off with a small bit of coconut oil in the morning and that blue ribbon in Grooming will be the first of our trophies!” She thrusts a closed fist in the air and starts rambling about the different ribbons and prizes you’ll be in the running for.

“C’mere sweet girl, Rumi is going to be like this for a while.” Keigo guides you into the en-suite bathroom, a fraction of the size of the bathroom back home, with a bag slung over his shoulder full of your unscented soaps and lotions. He wordlessly commands you to sit by the tub while he gets the water started, occasionally checking the temperature while he digs out every bottle deemed necessary.

“While we’re here, I don’t want you going outside without one of us, is that clear?” He looks at you sharply, the intensity was enough to have you nod along. “Yes, sir.” He sighs and looks back to the water before undoing your usual collar and helping you into the bath, while humming something quietly as you settle.

“Why does Rumi hate Yu?” The question slips from your lips as confusion marrs your face. “She doesn’t, well, not really. Those two are friends when they’re not competing, but when it comes to competitions or bets, that’s a different story altogether.” He explains as he tilts your head back and carefully pours some water, making sure to avoid your ears for now.

Keigo gently lathers your body in a soap with just a hint of lavender, strong enough for you to smell it but not enough for a judge to notice, and rinses it off. Ever since your first bath with Keigo, he’s always used lavender scented soaps or creams. It helps you sleep through some of your nightmares, but you think maybe he likes it too.

“I hate that I can’t use your normal stuff on you, and right before bed too. This unscented crap doesn’t even help add shine to your fur.” He complains lightly as he pulls out a pack of wipes to clean your ears out. You automatically shrink in on yourself, your ears flatten and your plush tail curls closer to yourself. “It’s okay, princess, I just need to make sure they’re clean. It won’t hurt, you know that.” He tries to soothe you as he pulls out two wipes and scoots closer to you.

“I’ll be really quick and I won’t do it again tonight, just be still for a few seconds, princess.” He whispers, and just as he said, was done in just a few seconds.

After that you had dried off and had lotion rubbed all over, your hair had been somewhat styled, and to top it off you had your claws trimmed and shaped.

“Look at my gorgeous girl~ so clean and beautiful! So ready to beat all those mutts tomorrow!” Rumi was brushing your tail and lavishing you in praise, when a piercing howl made you jump and start shaking. Keigo was quick to rush to the window and look out for the source of the noise while Rumi took you into her arms and gently rocked you back and forth, giving you gentle assurance that you were safe.

“I know you said it’s going to be fine to let her compete, but I’m really not liking how close that sounded.” He looks over his shoulder at Rumi, a concerned frown highlighting how worried he was. “You heard what that concierge said, as long as she’s not outside alone then she’ll be fine. It’s three categories over three days and then one final day crowning the winners, everything will be fine.” She consoles you both; her logic soothing Keigo’s worries and her gentle tone and touch soothing you.

“If you say so.” Keigo turns back to the window as another howl rings out, longer and seemingly closer than before.

——————

You were high on praise at this point! Two days of being poked and prodded, your skin and hair being rubbed and combed through, your manners and etiquette all being put to the test led to you going home with at least two shiny new ribbons. If you did good today too, then you’d have a new trophy for Rumi to display and who knows how much she’ll spoil you then!

“Who’s a perfect girl? You are!” Rumi gushed as you all but floated next to her, head feeling light and fuzzy with all the praise and rush of adrenaline from meeting so many people in such a short time. “One last day and then the worst of it is all over, then you can have lavender baths and your iced treats again.” Keigo leans down to carefully pet you, making sure not to ruin any of Rumi’s hard work.

“Excuse me, Ms. Usagiyama and Mr. Takami?” A man approaches you three just as you’re about to head to the same theater area as the days before. “I’m terribly sorry but we tried to reach you this morning, there’s been a change of venue for today’s category. It appears that the alleged wolf has fled the area, so the chairman wanted today’s exhibition to be done outside.” The older man bows as he finishes, and stands ready to lead you all out.

“You’re sure that it’s safe?” Keigo keeps Rumi from moving as he stares the man down. “Yes, the wolf was chased away from the nearby area and is being hunted by local rangers.” You look up to your owners and let out a whine, wanting to move already, and they both sigh before letting the man lead you outside.

“We’ve already moved everything for your convenience, and are allowing all trainers thirty minutes before the final round begins to finish grooming or styling.” You’re led to a low table covered with a pink blanket, your name monogrammed on the side, and left alone with your owners. Rumi inspects you and adjusts the tiniest detail while Keigo scans the tree line, staying as close as he can without knocking into you or Rumi.

“I don’t like this, not one bit.” “Same here, Kei, but you know the guy that runs these things. He’s all into ‘appreciating nature in its fullest form’, besides, if something does happen, we can just sue them.” Rumi counters as she steps back and looks you over. “Perfect. As always.” She nods to herself before scanning the crowd.

“None of these mutts can even hold a candle to our pretty girl.” She mutters as a pair of hybrids bolt from their owners, kicking up dirt and causing a ruckus. “Just be glad there aren’t any Todoroki dogs competing. We always came in second when one of them were showing.” Keigo’s comment irks Rumi enough to turn her icy glare onto him. “Yeah, well it’s unfair for the chairman of the organization to put his own pets in. Of course they’ll have the best coats and be the best behaved, he has the money to make it happen.”

You smile as the two start bickering, forgetting the chaos and noise of the crowd until a whistle is blown. “Trainers, please step away from your animals while today’s final judgements are made.” Someone calls out and you watch Rumi and Keigo huff before stepping away, though staying close to get to you should anything happen.

“Hm, Usagiyama’s pup looks well kept. Perfectly groomed, well-fed but not overfed, perfect size for her listed breed.” An older man’s voice comments while you keep your eyes focused ahead of you, just as you’ve been trained to.

You tense up as gloved hands pull your white bodysuit to the side, exposing your quivering sex. “Healthy coloring and lubricant production.” You clench your eyes shut and practice the breathing techniques Rumi taught you as fingers continue to prod and stroke your sensitive flesh.

“Very nice, Ms Usagiyama?” You exhale as the man finally steps away, and practically have to stop yourself from completely dropping onto the table. “After the announcement, I’d like to speak with you about another matter.” Afterwards, you see a man in a gaudy red suit walk over to another hybrid and quickly run through the same examination you just suffered through.

“I really hope he doesn’t want to fuck her.” “Keigo!” You swivel your head to look at the two as Rumi smacks his arm. “Ow! What?! Tell me you weren’t thinking the same thing!” He quietly yells, trying not to draw attention from anyone else. “Just because I was thinking it, doesn’t mean I was going to say anything.” Keigo leans closer, just staring at her.

“You’re hoping you can price gouge him if he wants her as a breeder, aren’t you?” This accusation makes Rumi look away as she mumbles half-baked lies and excuses. “Knew it. You know she wouldn’t be able to compete then, right? It’d be against the rules of bias and association, since she’d be a breeder to the chairman’s dogs.”

That statement makes Rumi freeze up, like she hadn’t thought of that, before she visibly deflates. “Fuck, are you serious? I thought I’d be able to negotiate for enough that we could take a nice vacation and still have some leftover for that new bow and collar set.” She pouts as Keigo shakes his head at her, before a piercing howl breaks through the quiet hum of the crowd.

“What was that?!” “I thought the wolf was gone?!” “My precious can’t stay out here if a wolf is here!” There are screams and yells all around you as everyone scrambles to get back inside. You leap down and look for Rumi and Keigo in the madness, but can’t find them and quickly become disoriented in the mob of people fleeing.

You manage to break through the stream of people and press yourself against a table, hiding partially underneath with your tail tucked between your legs as you start to shake. “Rumi…Keigo…” you whimper out as swathes of feet and paws rush by until no one else seems to be outside. “Come out, little one. It’s just you and me.” You yelp as the table covering you is knocked over, revealing a shaggy, half mange scarred skin-half white furred wolf or very very large dog hybrid looming over you with crazed blue eyes staring down at you.

“P-please, don’t eat me.” You manage to whimper out in between panicking breaths. “Aw, is the little puppy scared of the big bad wolf? Afraid I’m gonna bite ya and ruin that pretty little neck?” He leans closer and groans as he smells you, with a shudder running through his body. “You must be one of those dumb bitches that can’t speak. I’ll make sure you’re screaming tonight when I get ya back ho-“ a giant red figure barrels into the wolf.

“Get inside! NOW!” The scarred face of the wolf-dog you’ve seen in the lobby turns to you and snarls as he holds the younger creature down, with a bit of a struggle. “So she’s your new mate huh? I definitely want her now, you old geezer.” You hear the wolf cackle as you finally bolt away and to the nearest door, not looking back until you barrel into the chest of one of your owners, you don’t care who it is so long as you’re not being chased by that wolf.

“Shh, you’re okay baby. You’re safe now and Daddy is so sorry you were left alone.” Two pairs of arms encircle you and rub along your back or head while whispering apologies and calming words as frenzied whispers echo around you.

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Keigo was angrily throwing things into suitcases and bags, trying not to wake you but quickly losing control of his rage. “I knew we shouldn’t have gone outside, I just knew it.” He mutters as he stuffs his own things back into his duffel bag and zips it up. “Keigo.” Rumi tries to get his attention but he ignores her as he piles the packed luggage by the door, ready to leave once the sun is up in the morning.

“Keigo Takami.” “What?!” He finally snaps and looks at her, trembling and breathing heavily. “She’s okay, we’re leaving tomorrow, and I already promised you that I wouldn’t put her through another competition for the rest of the year. Please, just calm down.” She nearly begs, a rarity for /the/ Rumi Usagiyama, and is about to reach for him when the door to their room is knocked on.

Rumi sighs and goes to open the door, revealing the chairman and one of his hybrids. “Ms Usagiyama and Mr Takami, I hope you’ll excuse this intrusion. There is something I wish to speak with you about.” “I’m sorry, Mr Tsukuba but for obvious reasons this just isn’t the best time.” Rumi tries to remain polite, but even she can hear just how tired she is from today’s events.

“It’s about what happened today. May we please come in?” Rumi looks back to her partner, slouched on the couch with his head down, before letting the pair in. “Thank you, how is your pup doing?” “She’s finally gotten some sleep. Poor thing wouldn’t let go of Keigo until she was asleep.” Tsukuba shakes his head and looks down, a deep frown showing just how ashamed he is that something so harrowing had happened.

“I truly am sorry, I was told that there was only one wolf and the area was clear of any other creatures that posed a threat. In fact, that’s why both Enji and myself are here.” The tall dog, or possibly wolf-dog, steps forward and briefly looks at his owner before clearing his throat. “The one that attacked was my first pup, Touya. He ran away years ago, but I have no doubt that was him.” “I don’t see how that information is needed, our Y/N is traumatized because of your mutt. So get to why you two are here.” Keigo finally speaks up, standing and glaring at the pair.

“Seeing the condition Touya was in, we’d like to capture him so he can be rehabilitated. That being said, he’s evaded all the traps that were set and-“ “Get the fuck out.” Keigo snarls, his mind connecting the dots long before the chairman could get to the point. “Keigo!” “No! I’m not letting you use her as bait to get your mutt back so just get out!” He storms over, held back by Rumi, as he lets his rage be known-consequences be damned!

Enji takes a half-step, snarling and growling, before Tsukuba pulls him back. “I simply wanted to update you on our efforts to trap him, and ask that you please wait until morning to leave. I’ve hired extra security to keep everyone safe as you all leave, but they won’t arrive until tomorrow. Thank you for your time, and have a pleasant rest of your evening.” With that, the chairman and his dog leave. It’s not enough to calm Keigo though, the fiery rage bubbling in his chest.

He has to get out, just get some air before he says or does something. “Where are you going? Keigo, You should stay here.” Rumi tries to grab his hand, but he pulls away from her as he starts to walk out the door. “I just need a minute, I’m going down to the gym. I’ll be back.” He doesn’t spare her a glance as he storms out.

“The nerve of that old bastard, wanting to use her like that.” He mutters as he nears the steel door to the hotel’s gym, before something hits the back of his neck and the pristine carpet meets his face.

He tries to move, speak, just a finger, but his body all but shuts down and refuses to move. “A shame we couldn’t come to a peaceful resolution, young man. I sincerely hope you’ll forgive me for borrowing your pup, don’t worry though, you’ll have her back before sunrise.” Keigo couldn’t keep his eyes open long enough to glare at the expensive shoes that stepped into his line of vision, and all too soon, they shut even as his heart hammered in his chest and burned with fury once more.

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Rumi paced the length of the living room, her thoughts racing between anger and fear. She, of course, was angry that the chairman had even allowed the event to be held outside but, even more than that, he tried to show up and ask that they allow him to use their pup as bait.

She also was worried, seeing Keigo get that upset and the way he stormed off just made the pit of worry in her stomach grow.

The knocking at the door breaks her from her thoughts and she hurries over, opening it without thinking-or just thinking that Keigo just forgot his keycard. “Keigo-“ She’s cut off as a mask is shoved into her face and she’s pressed against the wall. “Stop! Y/N! Keigo…help.” She starts trailing off as her eyes grow heavy and her limbs feel like lead.

“She’s just about gone, take her and put her with the other one, Natsuo.” Tired eyes struggle to lift up and take in the white furred hybrid holding her up, a frown on his face as he obediently listens to the barked orders of the hybrid she saw just hours ago.

“Wh-what are…you doing?” She manages to get out before she’s carried out and down to the elevator, a terrified shriek being the only thing she hears before the doors shut.

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Your ears twitch as you wake, hearing someone pacing outside of your room. You look around, noticing that Keigo wasn’t with you and neither was Rumi. Your ears flatten and you start to shake as you hear the slam of the front door then whispers before heavy footsteps make their way to your room.

“I know you’re in there, little pup. It’s in your best interest to come out on your own.” The hybrid that saved you earlier calls out to you through the door, and your body seizes up.

The hybrid that saved you was larger than the wolf, and you’re sure he’s much faster than you too. There was no chance of running away, and you’re sure you wouldn’t be able to hide from such an apex hybrid. He essentially had you trapped with no way out, aside from following him.

You let out a low, frightened whine as your claws dig into the bedding and your shoulders grow heavy with tension. Your body was taut and ready to try and run if you saw the chance, your heart was hammering away and your head grew fuzzy as your eyes were locked on the door.

You drop off the bed and bolt through the space under the giant hybrid the second he opens the door, just barely dodging his hands as they brush against the back of your tail. You let out a yelp and try to escape through the open front door, shrieking in terror as a heavy weight drops on top of you and wrestles you to the ground. “Stop moving, mutt.” The older hybrid growls as he holds you still, even as you try to blindly reach back and scratch him.

“I said, stop. If you want to see your owners again, stop.” He snarls into your flattened ear before a large clawed hand wraps around your collared neck. Even as you struggle to breathe and break from the panic engulfing you, your base instincts make you halt any movement. “You’re going to come with me, quietly, and you’ll sit and wait for commands like a good contest bitch. Then you’ll get to go home with your owners, got it?”

You whimper but nod anyway, anything to keep him from driving those sharp claws into your neck. He lets out a warning growl as he stands with you and practically drags you out of the room and down to the metal doors at the end of the hall. “I won’t let that whelp actually harm you, he’s done enough damage.” He says, as the doors open he all but pushes you in before boxing you in and pressing a button, the chime of the doors closing and shake of the box letting you know you’re stuck with him.

“Why? Where’s Keigo and Rumi?” You whimper out and slowly fall to your knees, adrenaline leaving you exhausted and filled with fear at what’s to come. “He already showed an interest in you, and until he comes out of wherever he’s hiding, you’re going to sit outside. I’ll be nearby, so will your owners and a group of other wolfhounds so quit your whimpering.” There’s another chime as the doors open and he grabs you by the bicep, dragging you to your feet, and leads you down a series of halls until you see the very same doors you went through just earlier that day.

He all but slams the door open and drags you over to what seems to be a clear area, but as you’re dragged closer you can make out a clear cage—just small enough for you to be able to sit up in. You’re shoved in and left alone as he marches away, concealed in the dark until you’re blinded by the sudden onslaught of lights all aimed at you.

You can’t see anything beyond the walls of light blinding you, it’s all shadows to you but you can hear the slightest shuffle of feet against the grass and the sound of something hitting the ground twice.

“Rumi, Keigo? Are you there?” You whisper out, afraid to speak too loud or that beast from earlier would show up. Only the crickets and cicadas greet your call.

Involuntarily, you let out a whine and whip your head back and forth in an effort to keep track of any possible movement. You don’t know how long you sat there, whimpering and imagining things moving in the shadows, but as your eyes grow heavy and you curl up with your knees tucked to your chest, you can just barely hear the sound of twigs snapping.

Your eyes fully open as you sit up again and look around for any change in the woods before you. There, in the distance, you can just make out the haunting glow of blue eyes staring back at you.

Suddenly, the cage feels too small and the world too quiet as those eyes move closer, and closer until you can just make out the face of the wolf that attacked you earlier. Blue eyes that seem to glow in the dark of the woods, scarred taut skin that holds a deranged grin aimed at you. White fur sprouts wildly from him, at least where there isn’t scarred skin, and you can barely see a large hand with sharp claws digging into the earth—ready to pounce on the sacrifice left for the beast.

You scoot back in your tiny cell until your back meets the cool glass as you watch him stalk closer, “S-stay away!” You attempt to growl at him as you curl up, trying to keep space between the two of you even with the help of the closed cage door. “Aw, such a cute little growl. You almost sounded serious.” He whispers as he grips onto the door to the cell and pulls it, the creaking of the hinges sends your heart racing like never before.

“I can almost hear your heart, you must be so scared of the big” he gives a tug to the door and the hinges bend, “bad,” you shriek as the door gives way and his paw snatches your ankle, “wolf.” He pulls you out to him, rocks and the earth scraping against your back until he has you under him.

Your chest aches as you struggle to breathe, fear freezing your veins and gripping your heart until you can’t focus on anything but the way he drags his tongue over his teeth as he stares down at you. How he stares down at you, ready to sink his teeth in and tear you in two. Time seems to move slowly as he raises a paw, razor sharp claws ready to cut you open, but then a white blur barrels into the wolf above you and you gasp for air as growls ring out to your right.

On shaky paws, you struggle to sit up and see another wolfhound struggling to restrain the wolf that had you pinned just seconds ago. You watch for a few seconds as the two fight before you snap out of your paralysis and end up bolting into the woods, only thinking of getting as far from danger as possible.

Short and shallow breaths puff out as you dash through the forest, wincing each time a stray branch or thorny bush cuts into you or tears at the white bodysuit still clinging to your body, but you can’t stop, not until you find somewhere safe to hide until morning.

At least, that’s what your instincts tell you. Hide, run, hide, run, hide, RUN, HIDE!

Your jumbled thoughts race through as you frantically look around, no hiding places in sight. Until your feet catch on a stray root, and you’re forced to stop moving, that is. That’s when you see the dead, nearly hollow, tree leaning against another fallen tree.

If it wasn't for your fall, you’d never have seen the opening past the curtain of leaves hanging off the bottom. You carefully crawl into the empty crevice, trying not to disturb anything until you’re sure you couldn’t be seen by anyone. You could only hope that the hybrid that dragged you out here caught that wolf, and that when morning came, your owners would come looking for you and take you home, where it’s safe and warm.

They’d dote on you and protect you, just like they did when they brought you home from the shelter. They’d treat you like glass and if you were lucky, you’d never have to leave home again.

Such thoughts unknowingly let a whimper slide out of you as you sat curled in your hiding spot, the ache of home and Rumi and Keigo too much for your gentle heart to bear. You bit your lip and shook your head, shaking away the thought, and focused once again on listening for any sounds. You had to be aware of the tiniest noise, if he found you again, then you may not get another chance to run.

Your ears twitch as you hear something, too soft to be footsteps but too heavy to be anything else. You don’t hear anything but the slightest scuffle of something brushing against the earth. You hear it move past you, then it’s behind your spot, then it moves past you one more time. You hold your breath until you’re sure you don’t hear the noise again, it’s been quiet since the wolf showed up, almost like the forest was afraid of him.

Still, you only exhale once you’ve covered your face and muffled any potential noise. You’re tempted to leave your little hiding spot, the ache in your legs only tempting you more, but the fear of being found makes you stay still. Your brow scrunches up as you hear something, but before you can start to listen there’s a crack in the wood right above your head. Black, sharpened claws pull at the dead wood before your stomach drops and your face crumbles.

He found you

You scramble to escape through the bottom as he tears at the decayed wood. You even manage to sprint past him before he growls, and you’re tackled into the dirt. Clawed hands hold you down while his legs and hips keep yours pinned down, unable to do much more than squirm in place. “Good little mate, you made things fun for once. Most contest bitches just roll over and show their belly, but you made me chase you. I might even go to the trouble of keeping you and our pups now.” You yip as he lightly bites your shoulder, deep enough to feel the sting but nothing more.

“No! Get off! Rumi! Keigo!” You defiantly yell and manage to get a hand free, blindly clawing at him. Your hand catches him for a second, long enough to make him lean back and snarl at you while you try to drag yourself out from under him. “You want to play dirty, Princess? Fine.” You choke on a yelp, the sound stuck in your throat as you’re roughly pulled back into place and the bottom of your bodysuit is ripped apart, exposing your cunt.

Once more, you try to reach back and scratch him, but this time, he grabs your paws and holds them behind your back as he shoves two of his clawed fingers into your unprepared hole. The rough intrusion has you crying out and freezing up at the same time, trying to adjust to the sudden change.

“That hurt, you know?” He nips at your ear as he roughly pumps his fingers into your quickly lubricating cunt. “If you wanted it rough, then you should’ve just said so, Princess. No need to scratch my pretty face.” He chuckles while you start shaking below him, knees threatening to knock together as he starts swiping at your clit.

"Such a pretty thing, all soft and dumb." You try not to whimper as he nips at your collarbone, and a low growl leaves him at the sound. "You want to learn a new trick, hm?" You shake your head and close your eyes, trying to pretend he's not affecting you, even as your pussy weeps for him with every twitch of his fingers.

You obviously don't fool him, but he doesn't take offense, just removes his claws from your dripping cunt and watches your hips try to chase his retreating hand as you fail to stifle a whimper "Aw, did you like that? C'mon, speak, and I'll give you a treat." He taunts you, and you nearly give in before shaking your head and try to move away from him. He doesn't let you, though, and you end up just wiggling around in the dirt before he drops his whole body on top of you, forcing you to be still under his weight.

Now that you're forced to lie still, with every movement restricted by the much larger wolf-hybrid on top, you can feel something hot and thick rubbing against you, just slow enough that you wouldn't have felt it if you were still able to struggle against him. A whimper claws its way out of you as something catches before steadily filling your waiting cunt.

Language seems to have been thrown out of the realm of possibility with each pull of his hips as the two of you soon devolved into a pair of grunting, moaning, and growling dogs.

"Filthy...show dog...knock you up...give you something real." He growled into your bare shoulder before yanking your hips up and forcing your head down into the dirt. His thrusts grew harsher with each passing moment while your mind grew hazy, and your core tightened as you desperately bucked your hips.

Drool and mud began to cover your cheek as your eyes involuntarily rolled back after a harsh thrust hit something that had your toes curling and your brain short-circuting. "There it is..." You hear the wolf-hybrid mutter as he nuzzles against your neck, sharpened teeth scraping against the delicate skin.

Distantly, you could hear something familiar that tugged at some corner of your mind; a voice, maybe? Why did it sound so familiar? Was that your name they were calling?

You cry out as he suddenly dug his fans into the side of your neck, his hips pistoning into you, forcing his knot against your cunt until the of you were locked together. Your eyes rolled back and your mouth left gaping as your body seemed to ignite.

Just as your mind started to shut off, fiery lighting racing through your body as you felt something filling you, something bright caught your lingering attention. It was all too much for you, though.

The chase, the fight, and the intense fucking had worn you down and left you on the brink of pure exhaustion like you've never known before. You couldn't help but go limp under the hybrid, your mate since he claimed you, and let yourself drift off.

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"Did we really have to bring him back with us?" Keigo glares at the newest edition to the house, for now, as he leans closer to Rumi. "Unless you wanted our pup and their puppies to become feral things in the woods, then yes. He's a lot calmer than he first was, so what's your deal?" She shoves at his shoulder and looks over at Dabi-or Touya, as he used to be called- as he suddenly rises and looks towards the door as the doctor walks out.

"Well, congratulations are in order. Your pup is, in fact, carrying a litter, I'd estimate she's roughly four weeks along and will need lots of rest. Most couplings with larger hybrid species leave their mate nearly always exhausted, so just make sure she eats and drinks water from time to time." Rumi stood to thank the doctor and walk her out as Keigo and Dabi glared at each other.

The sound of a quiet whine broke their staring contest as the former didn't hesitate to enter the closed room, throwing a look over his shoulder just before the door shut.

"I knew we shouldn't have put her in that competition. Damn it." Keigo muttered with a sigh before standing and looking towards the shut door, a frown tugging at his face.

[alcordipper]

"Thunder, bring her through the wringer. Show her I'm the judgement call, the one who makes her kingdom fall."

(More under the cut!) Lore stuff(?) + ramble

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"They say that near the abyssal sea, there's legends of wild beasts, bloodthirst monsters who destroy ships right and left.

They say that if the waters once calm turn violent and gray, you should do your best to change course as quick as you can. But if you can't...

They say that when dark clouds, thunders and fog appear, you should go below deck and hide, and don't even DARE to let a peep out. But if you don't...

They say that when you hear a whale's cry, you should pray that the harbinger of death didn't see or hear you and that he's merely lullying the freaks he protects to sleep. And if he does...

They say that when you look into his eyes, he devours your soul whole, and your ship is to never return home with it's crew.

That is, if he doesn't make your ship fall in the abyss with him."

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gOD THIS WAS FUCKING HORRIBLE, I HATE RENDERING WATER, ANGELS ABOVE, NEVER LET ME DO THIS STUFF AGAIN (T –T)

Anywho, Reaper from that one pool i made a longass time ago!! Sorry it took so long, i legit gave up on it halfway through because of thE GODDAMN WATER. Anywho!!! I plan on posting more stuff about this au (mostly some sketches, gonna have to go back to school, oof.) I wonder if i should make one of those "ask" thingies i see people do,,, but i'm not sure.

Also! Funfact!!! Originally my design for Reaper was the one in the art and it was supposed to be used JUST for this au, buuut, i decided to use it out of it with some changes here and there.

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[Reaper belongs to @/Renrink]

[mypoisonedvine]

𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐬 | kitten braden x reader

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 | being a peep show girl can be sort of solitary work, so it's nice to spend the day with miss kitten... and your time together proves to be not only profitable, but a chance to act on a secret crush.

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 | 4.4k

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 | smut (18+ only!!), voyeurism/exhibitionism, fingering, oral sex, girldick <3, penetration/top!kitten, creampie, come eating, titty sucking, brief transphobia (t-slur), friends/coworkers to lovers, lots of filth with some feelings in there too c:

You laid back across the massive velvet ottoman, sighing as you glanced at Kitten— she was laying on her stomach but propped up by her elbows, feet kicked up and crossed as she wrote in her journal with a fluffy-tipped pen. 

“What are you writing?” you asked her.

“A letter,” she answered sweetly, tilting her head a bit, “to my friend Charlie.”

“Will you tell her about me?” you asked with a smile.

“I already did,” she answered, “just here— sometimes they have me working with other girls,” she read aloud from the page, “like today, I’m paired up with the biggest slag in the whole place—”

“Fuck off!” you laughed, grabbing one of the nearby pillows and smacking her in the back with it, and she grinned at you.  “You didn’t really say that, did you?”

“No, of course,” she rolled her eyes.  “I told her that I made a friend.  That was what I said about you.”

You felt a little warmth in your cheeks as you sat up, tossing the pillow away— the whole thing was set up to look like a slumber party, so pillows were plentiful.  Of course, you’d never actually worn lingerie and heels to a slumber party, nor had you ever had a sexy pillow fight… but you probably would have if you were getting paid then, as you were now.

Speaking of, it was only a moment after Kitten finished her letter and tucked the journal and pen away that the red light flicked on— and you knew you had a customer on the other side of the glass.

“Well, hello Mister,” Kitten greeted with that sultry voice of hers, and you smiled as you knelt on the plushy surface beneath you, turning your body towards her but keeping your eyes on the barely-visible silhouette behind the wall.

“Look at you two,” a deep, rough voice praised as you smiled and moved a little closer to your companion.

“Do you like to watch girls play with each other, Mister?” Kitten asked coyly, running her fingers up your arm delicately.

The gruff voice chuckled, a scratchy sort of sound as it came through the speaker.  “You’re a couple of naughty little birds, aren’tcha?”

You giggled as you shook your head, before tenderly laying it on Kitten’s shoulder.  “No, sir, we’re very good girls— we like to do exactly as we’re told.”

“Mm, bet ya do,” he replied.  

“Care to introduce yourself, Mister?” Kitten asked quietly.  “We like to know who we’re talking to.”

“I think you two are the more interesting ones,” he replied.  “What are your names?”

“I’m Kitten,” she answered, seeming even more coy as she said that, “and this is my friend Lovely.”

“Lovely indeed,” the man growled.  “Just a friend, eh?”

“Well,” you feigned hesitation, looking up at Kitten and biting your lip, “sometimes we… experiment.”

It was all about the innocent act— you weren’t sure why, but it drew them in like moths to a flame: Kitten had always specialised in this, looking and acting like a little naive ingénue before revealing her dirty side.  You were used to the more classic stuff… you know, just acting like the most horny, whorish creature who ever lived.  You liked this more, especially since you didn’t have to do it alone.

“And today we’re having our special playtime,” Kitten continued, moving in closer to you but keeping a teasing distance between you— for the customer’s benefit, of course, not yours.  So why was it having an effect on you?  “Would you like to watch?”

“Yeah,” the man said instantly, “wanna see you ladies kiss each other.”

You smiled and sat up to eye-level with her, both of you shutting your eyes and leaning in.  The kiss was gentle and sweet, your fingers carefully brushing over her hair and then cupping her face as your lips moved together.  It was almost routine now, with how much you’d kissed each other today… almost.  You still felt your hips shift slightly, a hot feeling gathering between your legs.

The man groaned in approval through the speaker, but it was Kitten’s teeth brushing over your lip that made a chill run up your spine.

“Fuck, your tits are getting hard, aren’t they?” the man noticed— you hadn’t even realised it, but yes, your nipples were starting to poke up through the lace.  “Play with ‘em, Kitten.”

Slender, delicate hands ran up your body, carefully teasing your breasts at first before starting to really properly grope them; you moaned softly at the feeling, deepening the kiss and feeling yourself try to press in a little closer to her.  You were already so needy for friction of some kind, and you held on to Kitten’s thighs as you tried not to grip them too hard.

“Betcha wanna put those pretty lips on her tits, don’t ya, Kitten?” the man presumed.  The kiss broke quickly, making you almost lean in for more before you came back to reality.

“Yes,” Kitten sighed, “I do— and they’re so beautiful, do you want to see them?”

“‘Course I do, fuck,” the man groaned.

She was slow about it— she was slow about everything.  That was the idea, after all— to run the clock as best you could so they’d keep paying for more.  Her fingers delicately pulled down the straps of your lingerie, leaving little goosebumps behind as you sighed with anticipation.  She gently tugged the top down until your tits were free, and all three of you groaned a little as they were revealed.  

She held them again, and you loved the feeling of her touch against your bare skin.  Leaning down, she teasingly licked the bud as those big blue eyes blinked up at you sweetly.  You wanted to keep holding her gaze, but you couldn’t help your eyes falling shut with pleasure when she swirled her tongue around your nipple, holding tighter onto your breast before closing her lips around it and suckling.

“Fuck,” you breathed, but you smiled— not just from the feeling, but from realizing that your time would’ve run out by now if your customer had only paid once.  He must have added more coins to extend the time… teasing works, it seems.

She moved her mouth to the other nipple as you moaned louder, your hands sliding up her legs to run over her sides, her back, even teasing her tits to try to make it fair.  You couldn’t help it: you just wanted to touch her everywhere.

“You don’t quite fit in those panties anymore, Miss Kitten,” the man noticed, and she blushed a little as she pulled back from you and bit her lip.

“W-well, I can’t help that,” she defended, and you felt your chest deflate a bit at the sight of how hard she was, the tight lace looking like it was restraining her as the leaking tip bobbed up against her stomach, obscured slightly by the see-through material of her babydoll lingerie.

“Mm, maybe your friend can,” the man suggested.  “I bet you know how to use your mouth, don’t you, Lovely?” 

You tried not to seem too eager as you reminded yourself internally that you needed to go as slow as you could get away with.  You nodded and started to sink your head down into Kitten’s lap, before stopping and looking at the mirror again— almost losing your train of thought when you saw how hot you looked together in the reflection.

“Would you like to see me use it, Mister?” you asked shyly.

“Yeah— show me what a good little cocksucker you are.”

Kitten leaned back slightly, giving you a little more room to reach down and tenderly slide the panties down her pale, smooth thighs.  You tried to be real cute about it, just giving one little lick to the tip and giggling proudly when it flexed up towards you for a second.  “Oh!  Does that feel good, Kitten?”

“Y-yes,” she breathed.  You did it again, purring at the moan she let out; she watched you with that pretty mouth fallen slack and smeared with pink gloss, throat bobbing for a second when you met her gaze and even gave her a little wink that your customer couldn’t see from this angle.

You licked all the way from the base to the tip, hoping to cover the whole thing just with your tongue before you even did anything else.  You teased her for a while, trying to hear her little mewls and whimpers over the sounds of the man’s moaning through the speaker.  

Wrapping your lips around her fat tip, she bit her lip and dropped her head back with a sigh.  

“That’s good,” the man groaned proudly, “y’like that, Kitten?”

“Yes,” she panted, starting to push your head down so you would take more, “s-so good…”

“You can stop now,” he decided, and you both hesitated before you pulled away and sat up.  Poor Kitten, she looked almost heartbroken at getting cut off like that— you would’ve given anything to make her come…

Sitting up, she reached for your lips— you hoped she would kiss you again, but instead she wiped up where some of your lipstick had smeared, and you felt almost shy again as she did it.  Such a sweet gesture had no place in a job like this.

“C’mon, let’s see how wet little Lovely is after that,” the man demanded, and Kitten pulled you into her lap— your back to her chest, her arms wrapping around you— as she slowly spread your legs for you.  “Fuck, soaked through the panties, did you?”

“Did you?” Kitten repeated in a surprised whisper just to you, slipping two fingers down to tease you and feel the wet patch on the lace.  In your defence, these things weren’t really built for absorption, were they?

“Lemme see that pretty hole, then,” he ordered.  “Show me her cunt.”

Kitten gingerly pulled your panties aside, and you caught in the reflection not only how soaked and swollen you really were, but how absolutely wrecked your facial expression had become.

“Shit, s’a pretty fuckin’ pussy,” the voice praised darkly, groaning again when Kitten used her fingers to spread your slick lips and give the customer a better look at your opening.  

“Should I rub her a little more, Mister?” Kitten asked sweetly, starting before he’d even agreed to it.

Your back arched up as she ran her finger over your clit, teasing it with gentle circles.  You shut your eyes and sighed, losing control of your hips as they rocked into her touch.  “R-right there, Kitten,” you pleaded softly, but apparently your customer had other plans.

“Put two fingers inside her,” he ordered Kitten, making you whine in frustration at the separation from where you were most sensitive.  

She was careful about it— she had to be, with her nails— but it still felt intense as she pushed her fingers inside you, even just two stretching you quite a bit as you moaned lowly.  They moved slowly and deliberately within you, and her heavy breathing began to tickle your neck as your legs almost tried to push together from the sensation.

You were starting to really get into it, moaning and rocking against her as she kissed your neck and played with one of your tits with her free hand.  So, of course, he had to stop you again.  “I wanna see you fuck her,” the man said suddenly, and your heart skipped for a half-second.  It had never gone that far— you didn’t even know if she did that— but you felt your channel clench on her fingers at just the thought.

“Oh, my— you’re very dirty, aren’t you, Mister?” Kitten noticed.

“Just do it,” he insisted, “wanna see how she looks with a cock in her.”

You could hear the coins rolling in the slot, so you obeyed; it ended up with both of you kneeling a bit on the ottoman, her body still slotted behind yours, your heavy eyes transfixed on the reflection— and ostensibly on the man on the other side— as she looked down at where she was about to enter you.

“So hot,” the man praised, but you could barely hear him— you just heard Kitten softly ask you if you were ready.  Instead of answering or nodding, you just started to slowly sink down onto her, making both of you moan.  “Yeah, fuck,” he went on, and Kitten suddenly grabbed your hip to keep you steady, guiding you just how she needed until your ass was flush against her lap and your back was pressed to her chest.

“Oh,” you breathed, melting slightly against her as you both adjusted to the feeling.  Slowly, she started to move— and you moved with her, less like thrusting and more like writhing.  It was sensual, it was sexy; it was driving you fucking crazy.

She ran her tongue along the edge of your ear as she grinded against you, your eyes rolling back at the feeling.  “Fuck, Kitten,” you mumbled under your breath, arching your back as her hand slipped down over the front of your body, reaching between your legs to start teasing your clit.

“Yeah, like that,” the man agreed, breathing heavily himself.  “So fuckin’ dirty…”

You moved together in perfect harmony, her body seeming to fit so naturally against yours— and inside it.  She moaned softly by your ear, a little deeper than you were used to hearing it, and you shuddered with delight as you imagined that was how her real pleasure sounded.

“Feels good, does it, Lovely?” he prompted, his grin obvious in his voice.

“Yes,” you moaned loudly, “yes, so good…”

You were so sensitive from being essentially teased all day, from the joy of pleasing her and the effortless way she played with your body like her toy.  Still, it was a little embarrassing how quickly you became overwhelmed with the feeling.

She moved a little faster, egging on your needy moans and holding on tighter to your hips as she filled you just right.  “Oh, fuck,” you yelped, feeling the pressure start to build as you tried your best to push back against her thrusts and get her that much deeper.

“You like how she fucks you, eh?” the man taunted.

“Yes!  Yes, she’s amazing,” you panted, biting your lip as you fought the urge to beg Kitten for more.

“Never been fucked by a tranny before, have ya?” the man asked with a rough laugh.

You reached back behind your own head to hold onto the back of Kitten’s neck, pulling her closer so you could lean in to whisper in her ear— the ear your hidden watcher couldn’t see.  “Don’t listen to him, Kit,” you breathed, “you’re so fucking beautiful.  I’m so close.”

She turned her head and kissed you, sloppy and needy with heavy breaths passing between your lips to hers and back; it was all getting blurry and sweaty and that feeling just kept getting heavier and sharper as you rocked your hips back against hers.  Every movement pushed you just that much closer— 

“Fuck, I’m out of coins!” you heard the voice announce, but you were barely paying attention— until the red light suddenly went off.  Then, both of you stopped, panting and breaking away from the kiss to look up at the light.  You waited a moment to see if it would turn back on, only to glance at each other and begin to laugh as you realised you weren’t going to be hearing from your visitor again.

“We can stop,” Kitten noticed— but she didn’t move away, she only looked at your eyes, and you saw a hint of nervousness in hers.

“I don’t wanna stop,” you admitted in a whisper.

“Me either,” she smiled, speaking under her breath as one of her hands came up to hold your face sweetly.  “I don’t ever want to stop.”

You kissed her, and the whole thing felt different without anyone watching.  Sweeter, softer— you loved feeling her smile against you, and you smiled back, until she started to move again and your lips dropped to a moan.  “Oh, Kitten,” you breathed, writhing against her as her hands moved all over you, touching anywhere they could reach.  She pet and teased your thighs with one hand, pinching a hard nipple with the other, until you were shaking with desperation.

“You’re easy to please,” she noticed with a teasing laugh, trailing kisses along your neck and shoulder, and you groaned through a grin.

“Easier when you’ve had me worked up all day,” you admitted.  “Kissing and touching you for hours but never getting to come… you should see me when I get home from work, Kit, I can’t stop touching myself— beat my poor clit all night, soak the sheets—”

“Poor thing,” she clicked her tongue at you, and you shivered again.  

“You never got naughty after work?” you pressed.

“I didn’t say that,” she mumbled with a smirk, and you laughed softly.  “I thought about you… about how soft your lips are… your sweet tongue…”

“I wanted to taste you, Kit,” you blurted out, excited that she might have had the same fantasy.  “Fuck, I wanted someone to tell us to do it today— to make me put my mouth on you.  I wanted it so bad—”

“It felt better than I imagined it,” she admitted.

“God, I wasn’t— I didn’t even do it like I wanted,” you admitted with a groan.  “I wanted so much more…”

“Show me,” she begged— it almost reminded you of those men you had to listen to all day, except unimaginably perfect.

You sat up and spun around in a moment, pushing her down onto the ottoman with a sigh.  She smiled at your eagerness, only to moan when you instantly dove down and licked her again— but harder and faster this time, with a wide tongue and a dark stare up at her.

“O-oh, darling,” she praised, but could only choke on a moan when you wrapped your mouth around her and sunk down in one quick motion.  Yes, you choked, but you wanted to— you wanted as much of her as you could get, any way you could get it.  “Oh!”

You hummed happily as you sucked hard and bobbed fast, too desperate for any teasing now.

“You are a dirty girl,” she cooed, holding onto your hair as you stroked what your lips couldn’t reach and did your best to pleasure her every way you knew how.  “You can taste yourself, can’t you?”

You hummed again, agreement this time, and she tightened her grip on your hair.

You could only take a few more minutes of that— your poor cunt was dripping, flexing on nothing, desperate to be filled again.  “Fuck, I need you,” you explained as you pulled away and climbed up to straddle her lap, that grip on her now guiding the swollen head to your entrance.  She looked up at you with the slightest smirk around her open mouth, and you could tell she was aching for you, too.

Sinking down, you both moaned loudly— and you almost whimpered when she went even deeper than she had before.  Balancing your hands on her chest, you tried to adjust to it as quickly as possible because you had absolutely burned through all your patience already.

When you were ready to move, the pace seemed to pick up right away: in a moment, you were a blur on her, lifting yourself over and over as each stroke created the perfect friction against your sensitive walls.  You rode her hard and fast, desperate for release, letting your head fall back at the feeling.  “Oh, Kitten— y-you feel so good—”

“You too, dear,” she breathed, grabbing your hands and holding them tightly— your fingers interlaced with hers, and you held onto them for balance as you bounced on her.  “You too— so warm inside…”

“Fuck, fuck!” you whined.  “Wh-what if someone puts in a coin now,” you panted, “and sees us doing this?”

“Then they’ll probably blow in their britches,” she suggested with a grin, and you laughed before another movement forced her tip right up against your spot, making you gasp again.  

“G-god, don’t make me laugh, Kitten— I’m so close, I’m so fucking close—”

“I know,” she breathed, “I know— I can feel your little pussy, squeezin’ me—”

“Fuck,” you whined.

“What if we came together, darling?” she suggested as she panted under you.  “Wouldn’t it be filthy, if I came inside you?”

“O-oh, fuck, perfect,” you moaned, “it would be perfect, Kit— please, please—”

“Yes,” she hissed, holding your hands tighter.  “Let’s see you come, darling— no faking it like you do for the boys.”

“Gonna come,” you promised, nodding fervently as you felt yourself moving (inside and out) completely on instinct.  

It made you shake all over, it made you bite down on your lip and dig your nails into her hands; it was sharp and hot and you had never felt anything quite like it… probably because you’d never had the patience for being on the edge for so long.  You didn’t want to be too loud, not only to avoid getting caught but to make sure you could hear her and the precious way she moaned as she spilled inside you, her hips shakily bucking up into you when your own strength failed.

Slowly, it came to a shaky and shivery stop, and you blinked your eyes open to find the world a little blurrier, but sweeter, than it was before.

You sunk down, still holding her hands and sliding them upward as you brought your face to hers, smiling and almost losing yourself in her eyes.  She kissed you— slow, soft, both of you still catching your breath— and hummed in delight as you relaxed on top of her.

“That was perfect,” she whispered to you, and you moaned quietly in agreement before breaking the kiss to lay your head down beside hers on the velvet.  She turned her face to keep looking at you, and you must have been that way for one of those brief-yet-infinite moments, just looking at each other and trying to soothe your hearts as they raced.

“We should clean up,” you finally sighed, “before someone sees us…”

“How will we explain all that come leaking out of your pretty hole, hm?” she asked with a proud smile, making you bite your lip.

“Maybe I’ll just be very wet for our next customer,” you laughed, barely finding the strength— mental or physical— to let go of her hands and roll off of her onto your back.

You both pulled yourself together as best you could— gone soft now, she tucked herself between her legs again and slipped her panties back up, and you found your discarded lingerie top laying off the side to put back on.

You were about to reapply your lipstick when she stopped you, gently laying her hand on yours, and you raised an eyebrow.

“Kiss me again,” she pleaded softly, “before someone puts a coin in—”

You jumped forward and pressed your lips to hers, tossing the lipstick aside; she hummed against you and pulled you closer, giggling into the kiss in the most adorable way.

Neither of you noticed the light turning on, but you both jumped slightly when another man’s voice— a little higher-pitched and smoother than the last— came over the speaker.  “My my,” he purred, both of you breaking away and looking at your reflection in the glass.  “Looks like you two started without me.”

“We couldn’t help it,” you panted out as you draped your arms around Kitten, giving the man on the other side a pitiful-yet-pleading sort of look.  “We’re just so worked up, is all… do you know that feeling?”

This was your wheelhouse— needy, horny, raunchy.  Much more natural for you than Kitten’s innocent style; but she did just fine with this one, too, leaning in to nibble at your ear as she stroked your back.  “Don’t stop on my account,” the man offered, “you two look perfect together.”

“We do,” Kitten agreed in a whisper as you both saw your reflection, before holding your face tenderly and turning it to hers, kissing you harder this time.  So much for the teasing, soft kisses you’d been trading all day— you were both smiling and panting into it, falling all over each other until she was leaning back and you were between her legs, running your fingers over her hips and chest until she moaned for you.

“You do more than just kiss, don't you?" the man asked, and you grinned against Kitten's sweet lips as you nodded.

"We do whatever you want," you promised, glancing to the side at him— or, where he would be, if you could see him.

"Shit, almost out of time," he noticed, and you both grinned at the sound of more coins rolling in.

Kitten's hand slipped down the front of your body, into your panties, as she purred sweetly at you.  "Oh, right there," you moaned— certainly overdoing it for the benefit of your watcher, but not entirely lying about how good it felt.

Just when she was doing exactly what you needed her too, and getting you all needy again in the process, she pulled her hand away and smirked as you whined softly.

“She’s so wet,” Kitten informed the man with a purr.  “See how she’s soaked my fingers?”

She held up the manicured hand, a mix of your come and hers dripping down her fingers as you heard a happy moan from the man on the other side.  “Wily minx,” he scolded you playfully.

“Why don’t you clean these off for me, Lovely?” Kitten instructed you, tilting her chin up a bit and watching you as she brought the fingers to your lips and watched you lick them slowly.  You hummed at the taste, loving having a secret with her while this man watched, none the wiser.  You fluttered your eyes shut as you started to suck them properly, hollowing your cheeks and swirling your tongue around the digits inside your mouth.

"So naughty," the man praised, "can't wait to see all you girls can do."

More coins, more time; you gave Kitten a knowing look, and her expression in return was understandably a little weary and yet obviously excited.  You both knew you had a long night ahead of you, and your heart was already fluttering with excitement.  Not just your heart, of course, but your heart most of all.

[velvetures]

omg I luv ur writing!!! is it possible to get a story thats like, ghost (or whomever) is stretching and training together but there’s alotttt of sexual tension, and ghost ends up hard and they notice it bc of the position they’re in? (Like he’s restraining reader and his bulge is right in their face😭)

Tension

A/N: I went kinda wild with this one... please excuse my filth. :)

Summary: You've always driven Ghost just short of losing his self-control. Some peeping, close combat training, and seeing you do yoga eventually snaps the fine line warding off the Lieutenant.

T/W's: NS/FW 18+ ONLY, fem reader, rough sex, overstimulation, tension, inappropriate horniness, p-in-v sex, unprotected sex/creampie (don't do that IRL), fingering, multiple orgasms, standing missionary?, a hint of rushed consent, big feelings, manhandling ofc, and I don't proofread well.

Ghost had watched your late-night training routine many times. A bit of a jog to get warmed up, some plyometrics on one of the mats, and then some light weights. It would leave you in a glittering sheen of sweat under the dim lights; jewel-encrusted as you’d wait until the last hour of your workout to pull out headphones and start doing yoga.

After looking up some of the things you did, the Lieutenant knew enough about it to understand that it wasn’t just some bullshit thing you felt worked. It held some actual merit on plenty of applicable skills. And fuck did you make it look good. From the simple stuff like laying on your back and just breathing, to the more mind-bending positions like the *Sirsa Padasana -*one of those Ghost needed to know the name of- after watching you stay almost entirely still like that for five minutes. He’d seen a lot of the different ways soldiers practiced not only strengthening their bodies but their minds while training. And the way you spent so much time in yoga practice… he felt like there wasn’t any question as to how you had such control over yourself in the field.

In the beginning, Ghost found himself unable to interrupt your… sessions? for the unfounded reason that his presence huffing and groaning while running or lifting would interrupt whatever silence or isolation you preferred. At least, the silence he assumed you wanted since he never saw you in the gym when the sun was still visible. Instead, he’d just come to the edge of the windows and peek to see if you were still there; Deciding how close you were to finishing up before going back to his quarters and waiting until he heard the sounds of your footsteps walking past his door. But he’d been caught after a while.

And it opened up and entirely different kind of training that Ghost wasn’t prepared for.

You had been more than happy to share the gym with him, almost begging that he join since you never had “company” this late at night. Not that his “company” was much more than his body just being in the same room, but it never failed him to see just how utterly calm you were at the thought of him lingering around you. Most people flinched or shied away, but you never did, and even when you twisted yourself into the most ridiculous looking shapes and put yourself into vulnerable positions, it didn’t effect you at all that he could walk right by you or possibly be watching.

He was always watching.

It made hand-to-hand combat drills more interesting too.

Gaz had been partnered up with you initially, seeing as he could be the most patient and actually give you clear pointers without sounding too harsh. He’d been quite happy with your progress over the span of a few months, and quickly gave Ghost a task that became his most challenging mission to date. Teaching you how to fight without losing his own mind being that fucking close to you for nearly two hours multiple times a week. As if personally viewing your workouts late at night wasn’t bad enough, he actually got to feel just how much the yoga strengthened you when he had to grapple your little body and try to pin you down. Teaching you to block fists without seeing them coming, locking knees with opponents three-times your size, avoiding handcuffs, knives, and other non-projection weapons came with a cost.

Ghost wouldn’t really be focused on your techniques or reaction time nearly as much as he’d be concerned about the way your hips ended up flush with his, or just how easy it was for him to just slip one arm between your thighs and effortlessly manhandle you onto the mats. It was hard keeping a clear head when you just made fighting feel a lot more like aggressive foreplay. Hell, you sounded a lot more like you were being fucked too. Nothing but little grunts and groans when he’d secure one arm behind your back, or little pants as you fought off his punches and forward drives to kick one of your feet out from under you. s

“Don’t let me holding anything in your house I your legs,” He felt himself growling out the order as you fought underneath him to pull your legs free from between his thighs.

“If I pin you, you’re dead.” The words were harsh… and it’s why everyone thought Gaz would be a better fit.

But that hadn’t been enough, and now here he was, half-sweating and half-hard, trying to make sure his cock didn’t brush up against you long enough for you to notice that you were playing more than just one game with him. While your strength didn’t match his own, it was your flexibility that made you competent enough to have even been thought to be put into a spar with him. You could twist yourself up and out of spaces most grown men would never think about, and it did give Ghost a bit more challenge trying to combat how hand-placements knowing you were about as slippery as fucking water. And without attempting a conventional tactic, you’d gotten yourself free of his legs and wrapped back around his back with one leg and an arm pulled in a headlock.

Ghost gave a frustrated sigh, feeling his air supply being hindered but not actually cut off. You’d misjudged his windpipe -probably due to the mask- and tightened down less than an inch away from perfect. It was a good counter move, but not lethal. And that was unacceptable. Hardly any force was needed to pry your arms from around your leg and literally throw you belly-down onto the mat, both arms pulled tight behind your back with his legs pinning yours down securely. You wiggled and jerked against him, ass brushing the base of his ever-present erection, and it forced him to let you go. For nothing more than the safety of his own pride and insurance that you would go another day without your Lieutenant’s perverse thoughts becoming known.

“I thought I had you that time,” You pant, coming up to sit on your knees across from him with a frustrated look pinching your eyebrows. “What did I do wrong?”

He had to give you credit, you were so damn teachable. Always asking questions and stopping in the middle of a fight to expect some kind of explanation instead of just learning through trial and error. Naturally, he’d been partial to ignoring you at first but when you wouldn’t engage after asking a question until he said something, he realized that there was no use. So, he did what he could do best. Teach by example.

Slow… example.

“Come here,” You got back up to your socked feet and walked right up to him, sweat clinging to the tip of your nose and dripping down the side of your neck. He had the insatiable urge to rip his mask up and lick that bead from your collarbone to the pulse point jumping under your skin.

With one hand he turned you around, your shoulders tight to his upper stomach and placed his forearm against your throat in the same way you’d done just a moment ago. It made things hard since his arm hardly fit in the gap to begin with, but he could feel you swallow easily, letting him know he’d found the correct angle.

“Your arm hit off to the side,” He tightened down just a little, feeling your body tense up as he began putting pressure over you. “When it should’ve been straight.” With the smallest adjustment, his left hand palmed the top of your head, holding you still while the bulk of his muscled, right forearm pressed flush against the right side of your throat, and his massive bicep flexing to apply pressure to the other side; forcing a hissing sound from your mouth.

Your little hands came up to grip his arms, not exactly pulling him away or fighting the pressure. Both hands curling around his And while he knew he shouldn’t actively be testing just how long you could go before passing out, Ghost found himself waiting patiently just to see what would happen under the stress. There for a split second, your muscles suddenly went slack and he honestly thought you’d already lost enough oxygen to faint. But when your fingers still pressing against the veins in his arm started slowly moving in a little wave of tapping motions, he was proved wrong.

Right away he remembered seeing you do it before. In the times your yoga practice was a little less than comfortable or you were actively trying to push yourself further than you’d gone before. Something like a little tell, or coping mechanism that allowed you to focus without exerting too much energy to something else outside of the main stimulus. Another little thing you did that Ghost found so much more interesting and downright strange about you. How clever you were doing things differently than everyone else.

“Alright, enough,” He let go and pushed his hand in the gap of your shoulders to put some pace between you.

You stumbled forwards, taking a gasp of breath and turning around to Ghost with a heavy flush settling in your cheeks and a bloodshot tint in the whites of your eyes. You brought a hand up to your neck where a faint outline of his own arm had pressed into you, your fingertips tracing the outline with a little bit of an embarrassed smile on your face.

“Any reason you didn’t fight back?” He questioned, flattening out his tone and looking at you with a pointed glare.

You shrug, looking down at the floor for a moment. “I… was trying to feel it. The pressure I mean, and see if I could resist you.”

Ghost rolled his eyes, trying to keep from barking out a laugh. He’d not even used his actual strength to apply pressure. It was nothing more than the literal bulk of his arm just fit against your throat. Hearing you think otherwise gave the Lieutenant a deep stroke to his ego, even giving his half-hard cock a good wave of stimulation as well. He couldn’t find it in himself to not give you correction though.

“You couldn’t resist it, kid.”

“Excuse me?” The offense you took surprised him. Ghost took a couple steps closer to you, settling his hands on his hips.

“You. Couldn’t. Stop. Me.” He punctuated his words with a flat, and uninterested tone to mask the sudden intrigue he had after actually managing to keep the thundering beat of his heart under control.

You, with your calm demeanor. Patience beyond humanity. Body from his own wet dreams… A better man would’ve known how to stay away from you and ignore the desires to bend you to his own will. A good man would be like Gaz. Train you with only your best interests in mind. Develop your weaknesses without thinking of all the ways he could use them against you in the most twisted and deprived ways. Learn your body and train it to be even more dangerous than it already was. Not spend every second during sparring using it as an opportunity to have you under him or wrapped up in his arms so tight you couldn’t get away.

“Looks like you can’t stop yourself, L.T.,” You answer with a confidence and direct stare directly at his belt.

The remembrance of his cock straining against his pants became much more significant that his own comfort and control in that moment. Halting all thoughts aside from the way your eyes swirled with unspoken questions and plenty of ideas forming that Ghost didn’t nearly have the ability to respond to. A cold rush of panic spread through his body, and he immediately turned his back to you, spitting out some kind of dismissal as soon as her could manage it.

“We’re done today, go get cleaned up.”

Later that day, you’d not seen a single glimpse of Ghost. You’d not really meant anything mean by the mention of his… excitement, while training. It was understandable, seeing as you’d both been quite close and in very vulnerable positions that could easily skew anyones mind past the straight and narrow. You’d be lying if there weren’t times that you thought about the different ways your body could be really manhandled by your Lieutenant. He was undeniably attractive with his gruff voice and often bitter character. It made Ghost who you knew, and while you knew most people wouldn’t understand, you felt comfortable and safe around him.

Even when you felt his erection pressing against you while teaching you how to defend yourself in close combat. That whole ordeal was in the forefront of your mind in such a significant way that even Soap noticed it while you were putting together some dinner for the pair of you. Nothing special, just some pasta and chicken, but you’d nearly boiled over the pot of spaghetti twice now, and the Sergeant wasn’t so oblivious to not notice.

“You good?” He nudged you, taking the spoon from your hand and scooting you out of the way politely as to take over the cooking while you had such a hard time focusing. You’re slow to respond, still a little stuck trying to sort through your own feelings and the attempts to sort through what had happened, if it was your fault, and how in hell you were going to try and make an apology for overstepping bounds.

“Um… I have a question,” You speak up, wrapping your arms around yourself and watching Soap stir the chicken in the skillet.

“If you were sparring with a girl… and you got hard, does that mean you’re into her?”

You felt like a high school girl gossiping with her friends about how to tell if guys were crushing on you. Such a stupid question would’ve gotten you in a lot of trouble if you’d asked anyone other than Soap. Johnny looks over at you, a smirk on his face and his eyes alight with mischief. He turns around and leans against the counter with his lower back resting there causally, glancing around the kitchen and living area to see if anyone was around before answering you.

“Well lass, I can’t be sure of nothin’ more than theory…” He rubs a hand over the short and scratchy stubble growing out on his cheek. “But, if I really liked her, yeah… I’d probably get a little excited doin’ somethin’ like that.”

The topic falls into a somewhat comfortable silence after that; Allowing you to eat you dinner on the couch, stewing over not just the sight of Ghost standing right in front of you, obviously turned on in some way or another as well as Soap’s -unknowing- confirmation. Therefore by the end of your pasta, after a long stint of attempting to read a book, and debating if you’d just fucked up a very important relationship within your squad, you found yourself getting changed into some comfortable clothes and heading back down to the gym.

You didn’t bother warming up with a jog, or any real kind of strength training. You needed some kind of way to focus, and yoga was the only surefire way to shut out any other thoughts. There was just enough dedication required to work through poses correctly, that after less than ten minutes of gentle flow you’d lost a lot of the edge cutting into your peace of mind over Ghost. You’d been working on extending your ability to remain in Kapila pose, and got almost two minutes over your record when you heard the door to the gym snick open, followed by heavy footsteps walking past you towards the weight rack.

It was nearly one in the morning. No one looked for a hard workout this late night other than your Lieutenant, and he was the last person you wanted to face right now. Fuck… he was the whole reason you were pushing your limits right now, nearly reaching into the painful edge of stretches just to force your breathing and mind onto the center of balance and exertion. With your face mere inches away from the ground, sweat drips off your nose onto the mat you’re sitting on and makes a quarter-sized puddle by the time you’ve finally felt like you’ve held to pose long enough. Your flow lead you into Compass pose next, beginning the opposite leg and physically guiding yourself into a position meant for nothing more than to release tension lingering in your body. It takes a while to feel your joints and tendons finally giving up to the stress in your mind, making the hold on your foot behind your head more manageable.

It’s around that time you begin hearing the sounds of squat plates clacking against each other alongside the rich and room-filling sounds of Ghost’s quiet grunts and groans. Resisting the strong desire to imagine what his legs look like, flexing under the weight of the bar. Using massive thighs and such explosive power to push the multiple hundred pounds he’s holding over his shoulders over twenty times for racking the weight. It’s all in the sounds you can’t ignore due to forgetting your headphones. Damning you to an onslaught of delicious sounds that would’ve fell on deaf ears anywhere else on base. Overshadowing the tinges of pain in your body with the commanding nature of the Lieutenant even when he wasn’t seeking it out.

You spent nearly an entire half hour trying not to put too much weight on Ghost’s presence, working at this point just to get through your flow without drawing too much attention to yourself, or giving any reason for Ghost to say anything to you. You’d not prepared anything in the way of an apology, and you couldn’t begin to formulate one with clanking metal and his suggestive sounds filling your ears. Maddening… downright sinful in nature. Enough to make any woman squirm. And fuck were you utterly terrified that you’d chosen to wear such light colored grey leggings, because if you’d move in just the right way, the dampness growing there would be painfully obvious.

In a headstand, choosing it for nothing more than your confidence in it, you’d closed your eyes and started tapping on the mat with your fingers. Picturing your own spine and tying a string to it, using that thin string to draw your vertebrae straight and tall, lengthening your entire body and deepening your breaths. You nearly fell flat on your face when you feel fingers graze the back of your knee and tease over your calf. The wiggle in your concentration stacks your weight over your head and forearms on the floor and pitches you towards the ground.

Right away, an arm wraps around your hips and swipes you off your own control and kept you from falling to the ground. Instead of hitting your mat or the concrete you had your eyes on, you feel nothing short of muscle and stocky build pressed against the entire backside of your body as Ghost holds you upside down not unlike a sack of flour or a sniper rifle. The back of your head hits against his lower leg and you grunt a little, taken by surprise and once again finding yourself at the mercy of Ghost’s strength alone. You’re about to speak up, and are cut short by the Lieutenant literally spinning you right-side up with his free arm, holding you eye-level with him.

“Distracted?” His eyebrow raises above the cut out of his -much thinner- almost athletic mask missing the trademark skull painted on it. His hand palming your ass felt like it was branding the skin under your leggings, leaving you speechless and hanging on nothing more than the sounds of his breaths hissing through the mask.

“You… you spooked me,” You mutter, one hand bracing on his shoulder and the other somewhere on his chest… you couldn’t quite gather enough spacial awareness to connect the dots. “Made me jump is all.”

Ghost chuckled, “Spooked you?” Even his tone was mocking of the ridiculous idea you knew was so full of holes, it wouldn’t hold water. “Touching you s’enough?”

Looking down at your body pressed against his; the direct contrast of your cream colored knit sweater and his tight-fitting black shirt, the embarrassingly long distance between your feet and the floor. Everything about this meeting with Ghost was so far different than when you met on level ground in the sparring room. Then, you both knew the intentions. How to work around each other and how to go about pushing the right buttons. But now… you weren’t even close to feeling like having any power, and you were certain that the Lieutenant could feel it radiating off of you.

“Maybe it is.” Replying back, you feel his fingers dig a little into the flesh of your ass a little harder.

“Maybe its not what I’ve done that’s bothering you… but what you’ve been thinking about,” He challenged you back, looking over at the mat you’d been using. “Why you came here, pushing so hard… Ignoring me.”

All the air in your lungs evacuated when he so accurately saw right through your skull and into the deep recesses of your head. Enough that you were nodding your head just enough for Ghost to let out something of and amused kind of sound. Short of real laugher, but not nearly enough to call it a breath. Either way, there was no hiding now. You admitted it right to his face, looking deep in those dark eyes with a level of intensity you had never seen from him before.

“Why don’t you tell me what’s in your little head?”

You hadn’t the slightest idea where to begin. Should you admit that you were hungry for more about his thoughts on you? Or just admit that you’d been struggling all even with the guilt of enjoying the thought of him lusting over you and having the power to call him out over it? So many ideas popped into your head, spinning it around so quickly that y the time you spit out an answer, you were already in the changing rooms in the back of the gym; Ghost carrying you towards the counter with a mirror. He sat you down on it, slotting his hips between your spread thighs and rubbing those massive hands up your thighs like he was savoring the feeling of your muscles tensing up under his touch.

“C’mon. That was an order, soldier.” He pressed, actually pinching at the creases of your thighs made all the more defined with you sitting. “D’you have somethin’ you want to ask me? About training earlier…”

You gasped softly, twitching when his fingertips traced over the indentions in your thighs marking dimples and other imperfections that you would’ve loved to go unnoticed by his wandering hands curling around your hips and back towards your ass again, sliding you flush against his chest. Forcing you to visualize the heavier rise and fall of his chest, shadows defining the valley between his pecs and the heartbreakingly gorgeous width of his shoulders caging you in. Masterfully, this man was drawing words out of you in such a confident and almost inescapable seduction. Yet the only question you’d been struggling with was answered with nothing more than the soothing voice and teasing touch of a man who had you wrapped around his finger.

“Hmm, no questions?” His head tilted a bit, seeing you so flustered over nothing than a couple little touches.

Enjoying nothing more than how you looked at him so surprised and innocent, despite knowing just how fucking turned on you were after spotting the totally soaked crotch of your leggings after approaching you during your headstand. Unable to resist you any longer, Ghost tipped your chin up a bit to meet his gaze and purposefully softened it. Wanting to ease you into this a little more, humming lowly when your pretty lips curled into a sweet smile. Letting your head rest in his hold with every ounce of trust you showed in the field and one the mats during conditioning.

“I have a question for you. Did you like it…? Seeing me standing there with a hard cock, knowing you were the sole reason for it.” He traced his finger down the bridge of your nose gently.

“How does it make you feel inside, knowing I want to feel every inch of you. Taste your screams of my name and the slick dripping out of your cunt onto those fucking leggings you’re wearing.”

“F-felt… good,” You sputter, face flaring brightly. “Liked it a lot.”

His hands kneading harshly at your ass quickly came up to the high waist of your leggings and tugged, hard. Breaking stitches and even tearing the material on one side as he pulled those skin-tight leggings off your legs; Growling deep in his chest when the sheen of your arousal spread on your skin under the florescent light. You held on to his shoulders, helping him just enough to make sure he didn’t totally ruin your bottoms.

“I knew you did,” He snarled, throwing your pants behind him and giving you a very clear smile from behind his mask. “Such a good solider, too bad she’s a dirty little slut for her Lieutenant’s cock.”

You could help the guttural moan you let out when his fingers dipped between the slick folds of your pussy and so very gently rubbed over your swollen clit. Using his hips to keep your thighs from locking his hand into place. Ghost was as calm and collected as ever, giving you an almost placating look as you squirmed and fought between the desire to back away from the sudden intense stimulation and the desire for more. His other hand held your chin steady, tutting at you like he was disappointed when you bit your lip to try and muffle the sounds of pleasure he was giving you.

“No, you’re not allowed to do that.” He pinched your clit, making you yelp loudly and squeeze your thighs against him until they shook. “You’ll sit there and let me play with you until i’m finished, okay?” Ghost actually nodded your head up and down for you. “That means I hear every fucking sound, because they’re all mine.”

You couldn’t remember how many times you came around Ghost’s fingers before the entire countertop you sat on was pooling with your cum. Feeling it stick to your skin and the wet sensation of his mask dragging over your body as he licked and bit at your skin until the pain melted into such overwhelming ecstasy that you couldn’t hold your upper body of your own strength. You’d slumped your forehead against his chest, blabbering utter nonsense and struggling to manage just how Ghost could expertly play your body to his own desires. With a swollen and exhausted cunt still clenching around his fingers, you were being lifted off the counter and up into Ghost’s arms with the hot and thick head of his dick teasing your dripping hole.

“G-Ghost… can’t take it. Can’t take more,” You groan, clawing at his shoulders and back as he gently rolls his hips just enough to give you a taste of what he was about to stretch you out with.

“Oh yeah you can…” His breathless chuckle made your stomach churn. “You can. And you will, because I need you to come around my dick.”

In one fatal movement, you were speared onto Ghost’s cock down to the base. Crying out his name as your walls spasmed to adjust in time. Adjusting his hold on your body, the flexibility he’d lusted over while watching you worked to his advantage as he held you by your thighs, dropping your pussy back down over him. Releasing the first of many wet, sucking sounds that earned you such a deep moan of your own name that you impossibly tightened around him.

“Thaaatt’s ittt,” His punched-out praise only urged you on, creating deeper and more unavoidable desire to please him. “Such a good fuckin’ slut. Dripping down my balls… fuucck. You’re gonna make me come.”

The idea of Ghost filling you with his hot release poured hot, honeyed feelings of pleasure. You couldn’t believe there was a feeling such as deeply effecting as this. The shocking weakness in which you felt completely absorbed in to the point that you saw past the rough exterior Ghost was presenting, and understood that he wasn’t taking with your physical self, but everything else that you could offer him. Closeness, support, trust beyond what others had given… maybe even love. Sex hadn’t felt like this before. Especially the filthy way Ghost was fucking his cock up into you so deeply your cervix was curving to mold around his tip. But the connection was there and so strong that your heart was burning in your chest.

“Doin’ so good…” He murmured, wet mask brushing against your cheek and fanning damp breaths over your sensitive skin. “God m’gonna keep you right here forever,” He groaned, biting at your cheek through his mask. “My little toy. Let me make you feel good…”

That wetness in your bright eyes as you nodded up at him, whimpering broken pleads and begs for him to do it. To claim you… fill you up over and over. Never spend another day without Ghost either right next to you, or his semen dripping out of you as a reminder that you’ve been possessed by such a powerful and commanding man that would stop at nothing to drive you out of your mind with pleasure. Such intense emotional and physical feelings that sent you careening over the edge of a earth-shattering orgasm that left you quite literally screaming out his name at the top of your lungs, feeling a heavy pressure in your lower stomach break. Clamping down on Ghost’s cock and feeling overwhelming wetness soaking his pelvis and dripping down onto the floor in a gush of splatters.

“Shhiitt!” Ghost shouted out your name, stuffing his cock as deeply inside you as he could.

Feeling jets of his release flooding your pussy and overflowing the tight space until it rolled down your inner thighs in thick pearl rivulets. His hips rocked against yours, stuttering as they grew weak and his cock overstimulating against the texture and tightness. Right away the bruising grip on your ass and thighs loosened, and on unsteady legs Ghost moved you both back towards the counter and reluctantly drew himself out of you with a hiss. Too fucked out to even respond in a noticeable way, you just kept your weakened legs and arms wrapped as tightly around him as you could. Shivering with aftershocks of nearly-fried nerves and overworked muscles.

You were cradled against Ghost’s chest, with both arms protecting your body. His head resting atop yours, listening to your breaths and feeling the way you began to slowly wind down, made that much easier by his fingers trailing up and down your spine and whispered praise scratching an itch deep in your heart and brain. He was taken by you, so small and made that much smaller with nothing but that soft sweater covering your form and the little hands you’d fisted into his shirt. So pretty, and if it wasn’t for seeing your skills as a soldier, he’d think you were as breakable as a hand painted, porcelain teacup.

Duty to protect and provide washed over Ghost. So strongly that even the small chills rising on your legs were distressing him beyond what would’ve felt acceptable. He wanted you warm and feeling safe with him after taking so much for so long that you could hardly hold your own head up. Moving you again to his quarters was his next task, and he very quickly had you gathered up in his arms and the large towel you’d brought to the gym draped over your bottom half so that neither of you would have to fuss with the wet leggings that had been unintentionally soaked by your final orgasm. Ghost didn’t even bother picking them up off the floor since the right side had been ripped apart beyond repair or wearing again. Mentally, he already had plans on replacing them.

But there would be a lot of things that changed sooner than later.

He’d done everything to stay away. Pretend that he didn’t want you deep in his very bones, and ignore how heavy of a struggle it became to deny simple closeness to another human being that meant more than a cooperating operator. You would be nothing less than his sole purpose in working for. Ensuring you had everything you needed and more than you could ever ask for. He’d take nothing you gave for granted, including the total control of your body for him tonight. And he’d be certain that the next time he touched you… he would do it the right way instead of allowing the desperate side of him to try and swallow you whole. You deserved more than a rough and dominating man. And he wasn’t sure how to even go about becoming something he’d long abandoned for no other reason than survival.

But fuck if he’d be damned if he didn’t dedicate the rest of his life trying.

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