#I got hungry halfway through and I was like 'oh I'll make dinner when it's done it'll only take a minute'

[monty-glasses-roxy]

https://www.tumblr.com/emirrart/619196026536001536/thank-u-discord?source=share but with Roxy. That's it that's the thought.

Roxy and her fun gender in scribbly comic form for you

Bonus: Freddy doesn't get it at all lmao

[drysdaleknieslee]

Only Exception - Cam York

@pocketsizedq my certified Cam girl I hope you like this and any other Cam lovers out there (including me, this had me blushing all the way through). Intented for Mature Audiences

Warnings: Swearing, Sexual Themes including oral (male receiving, swallowing involved), angst (throwing objects) and just angry Cam

In which Cam let's out some steam after a bad loss and he takes it out on his partner in the most loving way possible.

You were at home watching the Flyers game hoping and praying that this game would end their losing streak.

They were currently down two in the third half and the guys were giving it all they could. Especially Cam. You always try to warn him about using his body when blocking as it takes a toll on him especially when he comes home sore or with bruises.

There was a good 13 minutes left and you figured this was gonna be another hard loss so you get the idea to make Cam dinner to at least have something nice to come home to. You gather your curls into a make shift bun on your head and start working on a late dinner.

When your halfway through with the meal you hear the announcer say the other team has scored, eliciting a sigh from you. He's not gonna be happy when he gets home.

The game ends and the flyers leave again disappointed in not being able to capitalize this game. It's gonna take Cam a while to get back as he has to shower, undress, listen to Torts and drive in the traffic.

After a while and you pull the pork roast out of the oven you can hear the front door click open followed by a slam that nearly made you drop the hot pan.

Cam angrily drops his hockey bag near the door and storm past the kitchen, not even noticing. His hair is ruffled and his neck and face is blazing red. He just plops on the couch and haphazardly throws this shoes and socks near a nearby chair.

Cam's been frustrated after games but this is pure anger. He still hasn't even noticed you yet. You slowly place the pan on the stove and stalk slowly into the living room.

His head is now in his hands and he's muttering to himself.

"No matter what nothing works."

"I have to be better, no other option."

"Why can't we just be consistent?"

You make your way directly behind the couch where Cam is sitting and even in the dark, you can see the tense muscles of his back through his dress shirt. "Cam?"

His head turns towards the sound of your voice and he looks at you with startled eyes. This is the first time he's noticed you since he stormed in and his face starts to soften at your worried expression.

"I'm sorry...I didn't see you when I came in. It's just-" and he cuts himself off. The frustrated look returns to his face remembering the events that took place earlier.

"It's ok. It's hard being in a slump but I know you guys will get out of it." you say rubbing his shoulders before snaking your arms around his front to place a kiss on his cheek.

This brightens his mood a little and he finally turns to get a proper look at you when you move towards the kitchen.

Your wearing the stadium series flyers jersey with his name on it and a pair of pajama shorts. Except these happen to be shorter than the usual pair. Either your clothes are shrinking or your ass is getting bigger but either way, Cam was not complaining.

"I made dinner for you because I figured you'd be a little heated after the game. And your probably hungry." you say motioning the food laid out on the dining room table.

"We've got tupperware right?"

You look up confused. "Cameron York I know you are not telling me to put all this food up after I made it specifically for you." you sassed putting your hands on your hips. He smirks at this before answering.

"I appreciate it hunny. There's just something else I'm in the mood for eating right now and I'll be full afterwards."

He gives you that standard smirk and his pupils started to dialate.

Oh.

"I like to savor my food."

Double Oh.

He starts to stalk towards you in the kitchen and with each step forward, you take a step back before your back hits the counter. He's now in your proximity staring down at you wondering how someone can make a jersey look so sexy.

"Jump." he said tapping your thigh and helping lift you onto the countertop.

His hands start massaging your thighs and making their way to the area that needs his attention the most but he glides over that part, leaving you to let out a frustrated moan before both hands cup your breasts beneath his jersey. Your mind goes hazy as his lips connect with that sensitive area behind your ear, making your jaw go slack.

"Cam" you manage to let out.

"What is it hunny? What do you want me to do?"

"The...stove."

He freezes for a split second and just stares at you. Is she teasing me?

"Turn the stove off Cam." you say giggling at his reaction. He rolls his eyes before turning to the right to cut the stove off.

"Done," he says before resuming his other activities, "now what would you like me to do?"

"Take me to the room and let me make you feel better."

He chuckles and pecks your lips before lifting you up to take you upstairs. "I already feel good babe," he says while kissing your neck softly. "You cooked dinner," kiss, "put my jersey on," kiss, "i'm all good."

He kicks the door open with one foot and closes it with the other before making his way to your shared bed. He sits with you on his lap, admiring the slight tint on your bronzed skin. You shy away at his gaze before he pulls your face back to face his.

"Don't hide from me. I see you as beautiful no matter what." You both smile at each other before initiating a slow yet passionate kiss. Nothing but love is all you feel and all he makes you feel. Is loved.

You disconnect the kiss and make your way down Cam's lap to come face to face with his erection. You unbuckle his belt slowly and teasingly try to remove his pants. He lifts his hips for better access but your taking your time on purpose.

"Unless you want me to cum in my underwear I need you to go faster."

You look at him innocently like you don't know what he means before resuming you escapades.

You finally get his pants off and start removing his briefs. When you do, his erection stands at attention, making you literally salivate. You put some spit on you hand as lube before you get to work.

You start to pump him slowly and running your thumb over the head, illiciting a strangled groan from the back of Cam's throat. His hand goes straight to your hair when you finally take him in your mouth and you start working him in inch by inch.

He's touching the back of your throat at this point and start to hollow out your cheeks each time you come up.

"oh my god your amazing" he chokes and he starts to buck his hips. Saliva now dripping down your chin and your eyes red from the tears.

"I'm gonna cum, and I need you to swallow, ok?"

You look up at him through your lashes, admiring the man above you before modding. Cam's entire face was red and flushed, eyes blown to where you can't see his irises, but there was a mixture of lust and care in them.

His thrust became uneven before he let our one long groan before emptying into your mouth. His grip on your hair loosening and his jaw slack. You take as much as you can before pulling off of him. You open your mouth to show that you followed his instructions.

"Good girl." he panted. He helps you off of your knees and begins to take off the rest of his clothes and yours. He starts to remove his jersey, but you stop him halfway and he looks at you confused.

You struggled with your image a bit. You didn't have a flat stomach, you had wide hips, and you struggled in almost every pair of jeans thanks to your butt and thighs. And your stretch marks aren't the prettiest.

"This is about you Cam, not me...."

He grabs your hands and stared you deep in your eyes. The lust was still there but he was more serious than ever.

"I love these stretch marks," motioning the ones on your stomach and thighs, "I love your stomach, I love your thighs," he spun you around to face away from him before landing a swift smack on your behind causing you to yelp and giggle a bit, "and I especially love this lovely ass of yours."

He spun you around again and placed a kiss on your forehead. "Let me make you feel beautiful, ok?"

You nod reluctantly before finally removing his jersey and tossing it somewhere in the room. He did a full scan of your body and the desire returned back to his eyes and his signature smile returned

"I'm so fucking lucky."

He picks you up again and places you on the bed and starts kissing all the places he valued most.

"I almost forgot these." he said nipping and sucking each boob, giving both equal attention. He places his mouth on your right breast while twisting your left nipple making your back arch off the bed. After a few minutes he switches.

"I could stay right here all day if I could."

"That's nice Cam," you say literally having to pry him from your chest, "but I need you. Like, right now"

He smirks and starts to rub his thumb against your clit lazily. "Be more specific."

It takes all the energy left in you to answer his question. "I need you to fuck me Cam."

"With pleasure."

With that, he takes both of my hands, laces our fingers above my head and enters himself into you slowly. Every inch is a mixture of pain and pleasure. "Look at me ok? Your doing great." he said panting softly.

You open your eyes to meet his blue ones and he bottoms out and you nearly climax then and there. He starts a slow but strong pace, knocking the wind out of you each time.

"Go faster Cam."

You sure?"

"Yes, I'll be ok."

He let's go on your hands but doesn't break eye contact, and grabs both of your legs and fold them to where your knees are nearly touching your chest. He then starts to move faster and this new position has you seeing starts.

"Oh my- Cam!"

"I know, you look so pretty like this. Your doing so well and you always take me so well."

Your eyes are starting to roll in the back of your head which each thrust feeling like he's touching your cervix. The only sounds filling the room are his praises, the bed shaking and hitting the wall, and his balls hitting your ass.

"I'm close Cam." He grabs your hands again and your legs starts to tremble. "Let's come together ok?"

His hips start to sputter and he does one final thrust to end them all, so strong you actually gasp for air and it helps you reach your climax and the clinch from you helps him reach his.

You finally stop shaking and he lays his head on your shoulder and slowly relaxes his body.

"Hey Cam?'

He turns his head slightly to face you. "Yeah?"

"Thank you for making me feel beautiful."

He smiles before pecking your shoulder and then your lips before adding, "I'd be glad to do it again. Thanks for being my comfort."

[freesia-writes]

Howzer + Aurelia Ch. 19 - Rescue

Beginning with his shiny days, this story follows Howzer's character arc through some heartwarming romance, action, adventure, yearning, angst, and growth.

Content/Trigger Warnings for Entire Work (individual chapters not labeled): wartime peril, injury, and death; sexual assault up to kissing; relationship passion up to making out and heavy petting; sexual relationship alluded to (smut is posted separately); pregnancy, birthing trauma, and stillbirth (chapters 30-39, can be skipped and still keep up with the story).

Master List of Chapters

Word Count: 2.3k

19. Rescue

"Remember that time you tried to impress me by getting caught in the rafters of a Coruscant opera house?" Howzer said suddenly, as they were walking across the capitol square after a morning visit to the refinery. He had a bit of a twinkle in his eye, though his jab was so understated that it sounded more like a factual question than an attempt at a dig.

"Okay, it seemed like a good idea at the time," Aurelia cajoled, surprised by the sudden memory. "What, just feeling the need to rub my face in it again?"

He smiled, shaking his head, "No, actually. I wondered if you'd be interested in seeing a little place I've found here that I thought you might like."

She couldn't see his expression behind his helmet, but she felt flattered that he was thinking of her at all. Unable to resist a grin, she nodded as they walked toward her office building. "I'd love to. Where and when?" she asked.

"I'll swing by here when you get off work tonight?" Howzer suggested, as they drew to a halt at the double transparisteel doors to the offices.

"Perfect. Nothing like humiliation to finish the day off," she joked, beaming at him. He gave a little bow of the head, and they parted ways.

The afternoon was spent on tedious entries on her datapad. She wanted the time to go as quickly as possible, so naturally, it felt like it crawled at a painstaking pace. In an attempt to pass the time more quickly, she decided to go for a walk, use the refresher, and change into a more comfortable (and slightly more flattering) outfit in preparation for the evening. It was getting close to the end of her work day, and she couldn't deny the rising eagerness within. But upon her return, Aurelia entered her office to find none other than Moss Gowden, reclining in the chair opposite her desk with a small array of local foods spread across it. The smells were delicious, but his presence somewhat negated the delight.

"Excellent timing, my sweet," he said, brandishing an arm across the desk in a proud display. "I hope you're hungry! I know it's getting late, but we need to go over the final inventory numbers and make sure the import schedule is all lined up. So I figured dinner would make it more bearable. I hope you didn't have plans tonight."

"Oh, umm. Thanks," she said with a small, forced smile, taking her seat opposite him. She did still have some time left on the clock, but not enough for all that work, so she needed to figure out how to get out of this as quickly as possible. He took a large bite of something crunchy, a fried little roll stuffed with some meat and herbs, and she dug in, deciding the food was worth the miserable company. They ate with periodic conversation for a while, and she had finished her bowl of noodles when she reached across for the platter of vegetables. The movement made her head spin a little bit, which seemed odd. She furrowed her brow, leaning back in her chair and rubbing her forehead with her hands.

"Everything alright?" Moss asked, pausing with his fork halfway to his mouth.

"Yeah, I just got dizzy for a second," she answered, returning to lean over her desk. But despite her best efforts to ignore it until it passed, it only grew worse as they finished their meal. She blinked a few times, hard, realizing that her eyes were slightly unfocused as well. But for some reason, it didn't seem to bother her so much anymore. In fact, it was kind of funny.

"Shall we get to those reports?" came Gowden's voice, sounding almost as if they were in a tunnel. Aurelia giggled at the funny tone, and he tilted his head in affectionate confusion.

"Ah, forget the reports," she said, waving an arm in the air. "I think it's time for a nap!" she laughed, leaning back in her chair so far that she almost tipped over backward.

"What has gotten into you?" Gowden asked, laughing a little bit himself. He stood and walked over to take a knee next to her chair, placing a hand on her thigh... "You feeling a little silly tonight?"

"I guess so!" She looked down at him, realizing in that moment just how much his face reminded her of a fat little blurrg baby, and she giggled uncontrollably, pushing his shoulder with a hand and leaning forward. He mirrored her laughter, gently moving his hand up and down her thigh, and rose to his feet.

"Well, maybe the reports can wait til tomorrow," Moss said slowly, extending a hand to her. "I guess it's about time for you to be done anyway. Why don't we just have a little fun instead?"

She took his hand, rising to her feet, and the world rolled around her as though she were in the middle of the Akkadese Maelstrom. She stumbled to the side, laughing despite herself, and he caught her with a gropey sort of side-hug.

"Oh goodness, you're a mess," Gowden chuckled with a wide grin on his face. "Bet you're glad we had this couch put in your office now, eh?" He led her over to it, easing her down and sitting next to her. She felt a sense of alarm, but it was buried deep beneath layers of murky thoughts that bubbled effervescently in her brain. The couch was so soft, and she sunk into it gratefully, sprawling out in a most unladylike fashion.

But Gowden seemed to find it endearing, and he leaned in, tracing one hand up the back of her neck and the other on her thigh. She moved her leg away, but he followed. The warning bells were still ringing, but she felt as though her head were made entirely of clouds and she was on a little speeder bike flying through them without a care in the world.

"Can I help you feel better?" Moss asked, bringing his face close to hers.

"I'm just gonna sleep now if that's okay and do the reports in the morning and you can call me when you come in to work and we can work on them together cause it'll be good to do the work during the day cause now it's time to sleep," Aurelia murmured, head rolling from one side to the other. It was an odd feeling to be simultaneously heavy and fluffy.

"Oh, that doesn't sound like any fun. I have a better idea," Moss responded, using his hand on the back of her neck to bring her head to his, reaching his other hand to grab her by the waist. He brought his lips to hers, smushing them together with greedy lust, pushing his hand further behind her back and pulling her toward him. She attempted to protest, but it was no more than a mumble as he firmly pressed her neck, keeping her face close, and began exploring her mouth with his tongue.

Why can panic and elation feel so similar? Racing heart, adrenaline flooding, thoughts spiraling into chaos and silence at once... Aurelia pushed on his chest with her hands, straining against him, but he persisted, releasing her face to bring his mouth to her neck instead. She opened her mouth to yell, but he clapped a hand over it and only a little squeal escaped.

Just then, her office door slid open and the clone captain entered, taking in the scene through his visor. As Gowden leaned back to look at who it was, Howzer was already in action, taking three quick strides to the couch, picking the disgusting little man up by his shirt, and throwing him against the wall next to the door. Finding the sudden weight she was pushing against to no longer be there, Aurelia fell forward onto the couch, faceplanting in relief and giggly deliriousness.

"What the kriff do you think you're doing?!" Gowden yelled, scrambling to get to his feet. But Howzer was upon him, delivering a swift kick between his legs that produced a gratifying grunt of pain. He bent down, grabbing Gowden by the shoulders, and lifted him up, slamming him into the wall with just enough restraint to avoid knocking him out.

"I'll have you executed!" Gowden screamed again, greasy hair a wild mess, and a slightly spice-induced glaze over his eyes.

"You won't speak a word of this," Howzer growled, his helmeted voice impressively commanding, "And you will never touch nor speak to her again, do you understand me?"

"You have no--" Moss began, but was cut off as Howzer rammed him into the wall again to drive home the point.

"Do you understand me?" The voice was chillingly harsh now.

"Yes!" Moss yelped, and Howzer dropped him to the floor with another thud. "Crazy clone..." Gowden muttered. Howzer took a swing with all his force, straight to the side of Gowden's head, and he passed out cold in a crumpled pile.

Aurelia's face was sideways on the couch, having watched the whole ordeal with heavy-lidded eyes that were glassy and unfocused. She felt as though she were watching an old action holo, and she smiled and gave a little cheer as Howzer turned to her from the unresponsive figure against the wall. He pulled his helmet off, kneeling next to her and placing a gentle hand on her back.

"Are you okay? What did he do to you?" Howzer asked insistently. His eyes were large, eyebrows peaked in the center with evident concern.

"I dunno!" Aurelia slurred, bringing one arm up in a little half-shrug. "I'm just a silly little stargazer tonight!" She got suddenly serious, "But that was scary! Thank you! Not fun at all!"

Howzer furrowed his brow, lip curling in indignation. He had seen people on spice before, and this seemed to line up. Medical attention would create more problems than it would solve, and it was most easily dealt with by the simple remedies of rest and time. He rose to his feet, pulling his helmet back on, and dug through her bag until he found her key card.

"Can I pick you up?" he asked, returning to her. "I'm going to take you home so you can sleep it off."

"I don't know, big boy, can you?" she laughed, pushing herself into a messily seated position.

Without any hint of mirth, Howzer scooped her up. She wrapped her arms around his neck, leaning her head against his chest plate, legs dangling past his elbow. Her sense of gravity seemed to be cutting in and out, and his firm grasp was the only constant in her tumultuous experience of reality.

"Whoo!" she said quietly, as he exited her office and headed for the lift.

The walk to her flat felt like a split second. The next thing she knew, the quick beep of the accepted key card reached her ears and the door to her home slid open. The familiar smell was so potent and welcoming, she took a deep, happy breath, nestling a little further into Howzer's neck and shoulder.

"Well this is just the best," she said blissfully, closing her eyes. "I mean, earlier I felt gross. But this is just what the doctor ordered." She giggled again, kicking her feet a little.

"I think he put spice in your food," Howzer said, heading for her bedroom. "You'll feel better in the morning, although you'll probably need a lot of water and a good breakfast." He gently lowered her onto her bed, pushing the covers back with his first free hand and easing her head toward the pillow. She nestled into it with a smile, eyes still closed, and he pulled the fluffy comforter over her legs.

"Wait!" she said, sitting up suddenly with such urgent clarity that it startled him. He took a step back, pulling his helmet off now that his hands were free, and set it on the dresser. She looked around the room quickly, eyes finding him after a moment. "Wait... Listen, you. I've wanted to ravage you against the wall since you teased me to at the opera house. And the way you threw Gowden up against it got me all hot and bothered cause I want that to be me. Er, I want it to be you. And no armor this time, I mean it," she rambled, pointing a finger at him with theatrical accusation.

Now he couldn't resist a smile, he and felt a little flicker in his chest at her intense yet inebriated stare. "Is that so?" he asked, maintaining a safe distance.

"Yes," she mumbled, flopping back onto her pillow and closing her eyes again. "You're the most beautiful clone there ever was."

Howzer laughed, thoroughly enjoying her spice-induced honesty. "Maybe I used to be," he began.

"No! You are! The haircut issss... sssexy!" she slurred, "And I'm gonna kiss every one of those scars on your face."

He felt a sense of desire rising from a deep place within, a stirring that was new and yet felt familiar at the same time. Running a hand through his hair, he took a step closer to give her a polite pat on the shoulder. "Well, I'll look forward to that, but for now you should get some rest."

"Stay?" Aurelia asked, opening her eyes to look at him earnestly. "I'll make it worth your while."

"I'm sure you would," he answered, "But not like this." He started forward, finding the sudden desire to place a kiss on her forehead, but stopped, considering it too risky to bring himself that close to her in the apparently voracious state she was in.

"Goodnight, Aurelia," he said, grabbing his helmet and heading for the door. "Tomorrow will be fun."

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[a-world-of-whimsy-5]

Oh lovely M!

I would like to request for your 500 follower event (congrats btw!!!)

Modern Evil Wolf Boi x fem reader

From Prompt List 2 (? Idk I'm on mobile)

"If you called just to get off on my voice then I'm hanging up"

I like it spicy so I'll leave that bit up to you!

Thank you 😊 😋

Well hello again my regular Mairon Anon! And thank you! I hope you like this!

"Stormy Night"

Prompt: "If you called just to get off on my voice then I'm hanging up" | Setting: Living room

Pairing: Modern Mairon x Fem. reader (Second person POV)

Themes: Smut | Soft / Aftercare | Modern AU

Warnings: Bondage (hands) | Kissing | Spanking | Dom Sub aspects | Biting/Marking | Choking | Rough sex | Penetrative sex | Cream pie

Word count: 1.8K words

Summary: Flirty texts are good and all, until they get Mairon all worked up.

Rating 🔥🔥🔥| Minors DNI | 18+

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"If you called just to get off on my voice, then I'm hanging up."

Mairon remembered your suggestive texts and the picture you sent him. It got him all hot and bothered, and he could barely focus on his work. You topped it all off by calling him and telling him things that convinced him to go home already.

"But I like getting off on your voice," you continued in the same vein while you busied yourself around the kitchen. Dinner had to be made as Mairon, much like you, turned into an absolute grump when he was not fed. "Didn't you know that already?"

"All too well," Mairon broke into a grin. He had just made his way to the office parking lot, car keys in hand. He was hungry, but the longer the call went on, the more he realized dinner was going to have to wait. All those racy messages of yours had given him a different kind of appetite that had to be satisfied. "But you really shouldn't tempt me like this, precious. I may not be able to keep my hands off of you once I get home."

"Well, given that I'm your girlfriend and all of that," you said, and checked the oven. The lasagna was almost halfway done. Now all that was left to be prepared was a salad of some sort. "Wouldn't you say that tempting you is part of my job description?"

Mairon looked around after reaching his car. Some of his colleagues waved at him from the far end of the lot, but no one was close enough to hear him. He paused to give them a quick wave in return before turning his attention back to your call. "It is. Well, you better be ready for me, because I'll be coming after you the moment I get home."

"You'll have to catch me first," you challenged, and ended the conversation.

Mairon considered your little challenge and found his anticipation building. He'll have to catch you first, you said. Oh, Mairon was going to make sure that it happened.

He drove as fast as the law allowed, thankful that the streets were somewhat empty. The weather had been mostly clear, although he smelled a bit of temper in the air. There may be a storm later, and he wanted to be home when it hit. The weather was still clear by the time he pulled up into the garage half an hour later, but the wind had already started to pick up and the air had cooled. Thunder clapped and echoed through the city. He smiled. It was all perfect for what he had in mind. 

Mairon didn't make a sound. Not when he entered the house, not when he made his way to the kitchen. He smiled again when he saw you picking up something that had fallen onto the floor, the scales tantalizingly tipped the other way. He inched his way closer, as silent as always. Hands grabbing onto your waist made you squeal.

"Babe!" You tried to wriggle free but couldn't. Mairon already had a good hold on you. "How did you... When did you..."

"You really need to pay better attention to your surroundings, precious," Mairon growled into your ear. "You never know who could sneak up on you."

He nipped at your throat, holding you even tighter. You felt yourself being pulled back. "Babe! The oven!"

Mairon quickly reached over and turned it off. Then he pulled you over to the breakfast counter. You knew what he wanted to do, and were ready. The moment his hold loosened, you broke free and ran away. "As I said before!" you called out with a laugh, "You'll have to catch me first!"

Mairon growled, his blood already roaring in his ears. He gave you five seconds before taking off after you. 

It was absolute chaos. Mairon chased you around the dining room and the hall, jumping over chairs and stools, nearly tripping over a rug. Furniture toppled over. A lamp fell to the ground with a loud crash. Hysterical laughter mixed with the booming echoes of thunder and sharp gusts of wind. Mairon dogged your every step, not stopping until he had you cornered in the living room. You had no other exit; the only way out was behind him. You looked around his arm and considered your chances. You would have to be fast, and you would have to avoid his grasp. And Mairon had a good grab; you've had enough experience with it already. You watched him while he watched you, ready for you to make your move. The moment you sprinted towards the exit, he lunged and grabbed onto you.

 "How naughty of you, precious, making me chase you around the house like this," he smirked while you giggled and squirmed in his arms.

"Don't tell me you didn't enjoy it," you gasped when he tossed you, face up, onto the sofa. 

"I won't lie, precious. I did enjoy it." Mairon straddled your waist to stop you from running away again. He made quick work of undoing his tie and used the same to bind your wrists. "Too tight?"

You tried to get a feel for your restraints. You wiggled your fingers and flexed your wrists. You couldn't move your hands about freely, but you could still do it. The binding was tight but not to the point of being uncomfortable. 

"It's just right." A jolt went up your back when Mairon moved lower and busied himself with your shoes. "What are you going to do now?"

"Only good girls get to know what happens next." He took off your shoes and threw them to the floor. He eyed the white socks that went just past your ankles and decided to leave them on. "And you haven't been a good girl, have you?"

The way his eyes glinted in the lamplight. A stunning yellow and orange, they seemed to bring out the fire in his auburn hair. How you yearned to reach up and run your fingers through it. Since you couldn't physically do it, you had to content yourself with simply looking at it. 

"I haven't been a good girl," you admitted shamelessly. "Not at all."

Mairon grinned wolfishly before turning his attention to your skirt. Soft and pretty, and swirling with your every movement. He thought of leaving it as it was. Your underwear, on the other hand...

"Lift," he commanded. You lifted your hips, trembling when his fingers grazed your skin and when they tugged at your panties, pulling them down your legs inch by slow inch. That too was tossed to the floor, and then he grabbed onto your hips and pulled you closer, resting your legs over his own. On another night, he would have been gentle and taken his time, but after you spent most of the day rousing him? 

Gentleness be damned. 

"Do you remember the safe word?"

"Red."

He nodded. "If you want me to stop, make sure you say it, precious."

You nodded eagerly in return. Mairon didn't even give you time to think. He leaned down and kissed you with a fury that shocked you, leaving you weak and dizzy, your lips puffy and bruised. He propped himself on his elbow to avoid crushing you, but his kiss alone, one that seemed to be all teeth and tongue, left you struggling for breath.

He was far from gentle. His free hand dug into your skin and raked down your thigh. You trembled as you were pulled into a dark tunnel of desire, as need and hunger whipped at you like a lash. Being bound and vulnerable, unable to do more than writhe and whimper beneath him, brought forth sensations you had never experienced before, sensations that made you moan his name repeatedly while his kisses turned your bones to water.

Mairon reached down and cupped you, groaning in satisfaction when he found you hot and wet. You were ready, so ready. He couldn't deny it; he couldn't deny the very human reactions of his own body. Now. It had to be now. He barely heard the gusts of wind that battered at homes and trees and paid no mind to the rain that drummed wildly against the roof. All he heard was the ragged sound of his breath, and yours. All he felt was the sweet warmth of your skin and the wild beating of his heart. His belt came undone by his hands, and there was the sharp hiss of a zipper coming down. When you opened your eyes, it was to see him settling between your thighs again, the tip of his cock brushing up against your slit.

He gave no warning, simply grabbing onto your hips and sinking his cock into your warmth in one quick move. It hurt at first, but the feelings that came after —the sensation of him filling you completely, the jolts of pleasure that shot all over your body, how you trembled even when he didn't move—were already overwhelming. And then Mairon started to thrust.

He was rough, so very rough. His thrusts pushed you deeper into the soft cushions, his teeth marring your throat. You felt it all—your skin being marked, his cock pushing as deep as it possibly could every time he drew his hips back and pushed right in again. Your moans grew ragged and desperate, your body tightening like a bowstring. Mairon must have felt something because his free hand moved over to your throat. 

The warmth and pressure you felt over your neck only served to heighten everything you were feeling. Mairon tightened and released, tightened and released. Your body tensed even more as Mairon took you closer and closer to the edge. His moans matched yours, his thrusts striking a place that gave you the kind of pleasure you had never experienced before. It felt like a wave rising that kept rising, and the sweet, exhilarating tension within you grew and grew, and then...

The world seemed to stop spinning when you threw your head back and cried out, his name parting your lips like sobs. Your body shook as your orgasm ripped through you, blinding your senses to all else. Mairon fucked you through your orgasm, nipping into your shoulder when his body went still, and he spilled his seed with a deep, satisfying grunt.

The rain kept drumming violently against the roof, yet the living room felt so warm and cozy, with the two of you content to stay there on the sofa. Mairon slowly pulled out of you, his chest still heaving, his clothes damp with sweat. He fixed his clothes and unbound your hands. He checked your wrists for cuts and bruises. He then stroked your cheek, compelling you to open your eyes. They were still glazed over. More care was needed. He rose silently before scooping you into his arms. When you sighed and rested your head against his shoulder, he melted.

He decided a hot shower was needed first, and made his way up the stairs. Then dinner in bed and some cuddles.

All in all, it was the perfect night for such things.

Tags: @cilil @edensrose @asianbutnotjapanese @fictionfordays

[theinternetisaweboflies]

Electric Boogie Chapter 3 (Chapter 1)

Content warning: Starting with this chapter, there will be references to physical and emotional child abuse.

Frankie was the first person who didn’t appear to be bothered by the House. She walked right up to the correct door, which happened to be a porthole in the middle of a belladonna patch, and knocked three times.

To be fair, the House didn't get many visitors. The Boogeyman's House was nobody's favorite place, least of all his, judging by how little time he spent there. 

It was all funhouse mirrors and wallpaper that only looked like it was reflected in a funhouse mirror. The doors changed their minds regularly. So did the floors. All that M.C. Eschering made furniture less than ideal, so Tylwa had compromised by sewing as many lounge pillows as possible. She had to steal sheets from some of the children she visited, but she made sure it was only at houses almost as big as her own.

"Thank you so much for having me!"

Frankie pulled her in for a hug as soon as the porthole was open. It was a little awkward with Twyla only halfway through, but once again, it was not entirely unwelcome.

Frankie has always respected Twyla's boundaries… except for the physical ones. Grabbing her hand when they ran from the lightning storm was understandable, but after that there was a hand on her shoulder, then the small of her back, and then there was the hug.

Frankie was smart. She must have noticed hers was the only physical touch that didn't make Twyla's skin itch. When any other monster tried to touch her, she phased right out of the physical realm. When Frankie touched her, she… didn't mind.

She did freeze up, but that was just unfamiliarity. Twyla wasn't used to physical contact that didn't come from the back of a hand.

Dad had never appreciated it when she got in the way of his work.

Most of the time she could hide from him- Twyla hadn't been joking when she told Frankie that spying on people was what she did best. Sometimes, as evidenced by recent events, she freaked everything up.

It was no big deal. She could phase out of the physical realm after all. When she was fast enough.

"Please, come in. Sorry about the ladder."

"No worries!" Frankie called, cheerfully if echo-y. "You would not believe how much time I end up spending in the Catacombs."

"The Ghoul Squad, right?" Twyla asked before remembering she wasn't supposed to know about that. "Sorry. It's easy to overhear things when you're invisible. It's usually not on purpose."

Frankie laughed as she jumped the last few rungs to land in Twyla's front hall.

"No worries! It's not exactly a secret. Especially not with how much Cleo brags about it."

"And complains about it," said Twyla, and Frankie laughed again.

Frankie scoped out the House without an ounce of subtlety. "So the reason you have thirteen refrigerators is because you have…"

"Seven kitchens and six kitchenettes. Most days. I think the House is trying to remind me to eat. Speaking of which, are you hungry? If you're not ready for dinner, I have brownies. No dirt, I promise." She didn't mention they were from a mix. Batty Crocker, she was not.

Frankie laughed yet again. Maybe it was the electricity overdose.

"Are you okay?" Twyla resisted the urge to check her temperature. She didn't even know the right temperature for a simulacrum of corpses.

"I'm fine." Frankie cocked her head to one side. "Why?"

"Well, that was a lot of electricity you took in the other day. Are you sure you're okay?"

"I'm fine, and I promise to tell you if I'm not. If I've learned anything from all of this, it's that I can ask you for help." Frankie gave her a calculating look. Twyla didn't know what it was calculating, but she sucked in her stomach just in case. "You know you can ask me for help too."

"Oh," said Twyla. "Of course."

"And if you're up for it, the Ghoul Squad would love to have you at our next group creepover."

"Thanks. I'll… think about it. Okay?"

"Good enough," said Frankie. "Now... about those brownies?"

This time Twyla laughed too.

[starlitangels]

Incorrect Quotes Part 7 (Redacted Edition)

Alexis: Sometimes I wish I looked more fragile and feminine like a dainty flower but I do enjoy looking like I hate everyone

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Milo: I'll get over it, I just have to be dramatic first

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Sam: My heart is guarded but like... very poorly. The kind of guards that would let 3 kids in a trench coat into an R-rated movie

•-•

Vega: Unfortunately for everybody I will keep doing whatever I want

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Damien: How did none of you hear what I just said?

Lasko: I’ve been zoned out for the last two and a half hours

Huxley: I got distracted about halfway through

Freelancer: Ignoring you was a conscious decision

(alternately Davey, Milo, Asher, Darlin', in that order)

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Darlin': I have a complicated relationship with sleep. By which I mean if I ever meet its god I can and will make them fear me so much they never come near me again

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Baaabe: I don't care how hungry or impatient you are. The highest setting on the microwave is 100% and you better not take it apart to add power. This is not the Enterprise

Asher: >:(

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Asher: What happens to nitrogen when the sun rises?

Asher: It becomes daytrogen

Babe: Good nitrogen

Milo: Sleep tightrogen

Angel: Don’t let the bed bugs biterogen

Davey: -_-

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Avior: Jellyfish have existed without brains for 600,000 years

Avior: A ray of hope for Blake

(alternately, Asher joking about Christian, or Damien joking about Kody)

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Blake: I'd like to offer my moral support, but I have questionable morals.

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Gavin: We need to distract these guys

Freelancer: Leave it to me

Freelancer: *approaches group* Centaurs have six limbs and are therefore insects. Discuss

Damien, Lasko, and Huxley: *immediately start arguing*

Gavin: Oh. I don't like this. I don't like this at all

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Milo: Fight me!

Asher: What are you gonna do shortstop, kick me in the shin?

*one minute later*

David, entering the room: Why is Asher on the ground holding his leg?

Babe, laughing: Milo kicked him really hard in the shin

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Angel: Help! I told Davey I'd cook dinner tonight but I can't cook!

Asher, pouring milk directly into the cereal bag: And you thought I could help?

(alternately Darlin' instead of Asher)

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Damien: *tapping lightly on table*

Lasko: *tapping back*

Huxley: What are they doing?

Freelancer: Morse Code

Damien: *slams his hands on the table* You take that back!

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Freelancer: Have you ever seen something that changed your life?

Gavin: I saw you

Freelancer: Honestly that's so, so sweet, but it really makes this awkward because I was just gonna show you a picture Lasko sent of me of Damien as a turkey

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Lasko: *sets down card* Ace of Spades

Huxley: *sets down Uno card* Draw Four

Freelancer: *places down Pokémon card* Jolteon, I choose you

Damien: What the hell are we playing?

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Darlin’: Okay. Code names

Darlin’: I am Eagle One

Darlin’: Our target, Quinn, is “Been There, Done That”

Darlin’: Sam is “Currently Doing That”

Darlin’: Milo is “It Happened Once In a Dream”

Darlin’: Asher is “If I Had To Pick a Packmate”

Darlin’: David is Eagle Two

David: Oh thank God

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Asher: Here's a list of suspects I've put together so far

Milo: Ash, your name is on this list

Asher: I don't remember where I was last Friday night, Milo. Therefore, I have no alibi. I've been tailing myself for the last three days

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Gavin: FOUR MONTHS-

Damien: What's wrong with him?

Freelancer, suppressing giggles: It's nothing, really...

Gavin: THAT'S HOW LONG YOU STOOD BY AND WATCHED ME WATER A FAKE PLANT!

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Aaron: Do you want to tell me how you crashed your car?

Ollie's Listener: Well, we were on our way to work and there was this deer in the road that I knew Ollie didn't see so I shouted, "Ollie, deer!"

Aaron:

Ollie's Listener: Do you want to tell him what your response was, Oliver?

Ollie: *sighs* "Yes, baby?"

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Starlight: How long are we gonna stand here and just let him do that?

Avior: Just... give me a minute. This is the most fun I've had in years

Blake: *pushing a door that clearly says 'Pull'*

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Gavin: Are you alright? You didn't sleep at all last night

Freelancer: I got a solid eight minutes

Freelancer: Not consecutively, but it's fine. You're not even that blurry

[jacensolodjo]

Vi/Cait Fic 2914 Words. 18+ Explicit

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Vi didn't have it in her to admit to Caitlyn about her sleeping problems. It was embarrassing for one thing. For another she didn't need the Topsider to fuss over her like a mother hen. So instead she waited for Caitlyn to leave on a couple of errands before lying down in what had become her favorite chair in the other woman's bedroom. She could have chosen the bed but it didn't feel right napping there alone.

She had only intended on a half hour or so, just enough to tide her over until after dinner, when most of the world went to sleep, too. But she should have guessed her nervous system had other ideas.

When she woke, it was because she felt thin but long fingers undoing her pants. With a low rumble of warning she snatched the would be thief (because in her sleepy mind that was what was happening) by the wrists, not even questioning how someone thought she was there much less how they got in.

"Vi, it's me," Caitlyn said in that soothing accent of hers. Bleary eyes opened further to look upon the blue eyed woman. A moment later she released her grip. Caitlyn offered a smile before returning to her work in undoing the pants. Prison fatigues... she really needed to get Vi some new clothes... and burn the old ones.

It took another few moments for Vi to really understand where Cait was. On her knees in front of the brawler. Vi's breath hitched as she fully appreciated the sight and wondered at the circumstances.

"What're y'doin'?" Vi asked, voice slurring from sleep.

"Sleeping with pants on isn't all that comfortable, Vi," Caitlyn answered and Vi had no reason to believe she was lying.

Leaning over and down, Vi curled her fingers in blue-black locks then captured Caitlyn's mouth in a deep kiss. Caitlyn gave a noise of surprise mixed with delight as she eagerly kissed back.

"What else do you plan on doing there, Cupcake?" Vi asked, trying to sound sincere and legitimately curious rather than taunting. The question made Caitlyn stop. Then suddenly she was yanking on the pants, making Vi slide halfway out of the chair. With eyes wide, Vi used all muscles possible at full steam to lift herself up so that Caitlyn could yank the pants down past Vi's knees.

"You're smart, Vi. I think you can figure it out juuuust fine," Caitlyn said, fingers tracing along scars that congregated around Vi's thighs and near her hips.

Vi wasn't used to this. Unused to having a woman there between her knees. Vi's fingers rubbed into the swell of Caitlyn's skull before cradling it to kiss her once more.

Then Caitlyn was breaking the kiss to instead glide her tongue along the bit of stomach she could see then down towards the real prize. Then she lifted the woman's shirt up and over her head, tossing it off to the side.

Fingers curled in the waistband of clean yet well used boxer briefs. More clothing items Vi desperately needed so fresh out of jail as she was. Besides, these clothes were ugly as hell and it would take an idiot not to recognize they were property of Piltover Gaol. Caitlyn made a note of it for later, though she doubted that Vi would take 'charity'. At least not while she was still trying to figure out where she stood in the world now.

She sucked on the spot just south of Vi's belly button as she pulled the underwear off as well. Vi hissed as her groin was exposed to the air, her fingers pressing into Caitlyn's skull to bring her in closer as if for warmth.

"What do you want me to do while I'm down here?" Caitlyn asked, breath almost tickling along Vi's groin. Oh, fuck!

"Hn, whatever you got in mind, heh, I'll take," Vi said with a low chuckle. Her fingers threaded through Caitlyn's relatively long locks.

Caitlyn shrugged out of her coat and tossed it off to the side. She removed the hair tie from her wrist and used it to pull her hair back into a ponytail. After flashing Vi with an almost hungry grin, she leaned in and experimentally she pulled on folds that had Vi jerking and digging fingers into Caitlyn's skull again.

"Ah, c'mon, Cait. You tease," Vi groaned then huffed laughter.

Caitlyn's tongue began to just barely trace the other woman's slit, earning a loud moan and tighter grip. Any other person would have taken even longer, to truly tease the woman-- really tease her. Caitlyn was not quite at the level where she knew Vi's limits for teasing and didn't want to experiment right that moment.

Vi's fingers rubbed Cait's scalp a moment then groaned when suddenly the other woman's tongue was mingling with her folds that had quickly gotten damp. She almost wanted to ask about ruining the furniture but didn't want to ruin the moment instead. Her head flung back, mouth dropping open. She stuffed her free fist into her mouth as she moaned loudly. Cait sucked on the folds a couple times then pulled back, glancing up at Vi.

"My dad isn't home," she said in a voice barely louder than a whisper. Vi understood immediately the significance and grinned down at the woman. Oh yeah, she was thrilled she didn't have to hold back now. Even if she wasn't all that vocal. Caitlyn grinned back before returning to her task, twirling her tongue amidst the folds and making Vi's back arch from the sensation.

"Fuck, I lied. I need your tongue in me. Now!" Vi said then growled low, glancing down at the woman. Caitlyn quickly changed tracks, doing as told and sliding her tongue into Vi, tasting the wetness that had already accumulated thanks to the earlier teasing and what Vi could imagine was about to happen. Caitlyn braced herself with hands on either side of Vi's waist, leaning up on her knees to make her neck feel better.

"Deeper. All the way," Vi said, keeping a hold on Caitlyn's scalp with one hand while the other pushed her own hair out of her eyes. Caitlyn hummed softly as she did as told. Vi jumped and gasped in surprise at the vibration from Caitlyn's humming. She then let out a groan, sinking a little further down into the chair; Caitlyn adjusted accordingly.

"Oh, fuck yes," Vi breathed when Caitlyn was pressed as close as she could go, her nose bumping into Vi's clit. Vi's leg twitched a little but not enough to make Caitlyn move her hands. Vi seemed to have better control over her body when receiving pleasure than Caitlyn did. Maybe later she would think on why. As it was she was only focused on bringing Vi as much pleasure as Vi had given her a bit ago.

After probing and swirling her tongue inside, and gaining gasps and pants and almost-whimpers, Caitlyn pulled back. Her gaze caught Vi's, making the brawler's breath catch in her chest. She flashed a big smile before ducking back down and encircling the other woman's clit with her mouth. Almost instantly she sucked on the little nub, making a half-scream escape Vi's mouth.

A few more sucks, some swirling around and around the nub with her tongue then Caitlyn was slipping two fingers into the woman while nibbling ever so gently on Vi's clit. It only took a few seconds of that before Vi was tumbling over the edge into a beautiful orgasm, a blissful look on her face.

Chuckling, Caitlyn gently pushed Vi back to properly sit in the chair. Then she was climbing on top of the woman and actually fitting rather perfectly on the jailbird's lap. Vi exhaled shakily before her arms encircled Caitlyn and she leaned in to rest her head just under the other woman's breasts. Sweat covered Vi's entire face but Caitlyn didn't mind especially knowing she was the cause. She chuckled as Vi rested against her and gently Caitlyn stroked the shorter woman's hair.

"...You're still dressed," Vi mumbled against the woman's upper abdomen after a few moments of enjoying the afterglow.

"Yes, I am," Caitlyn agreed, unable to hide the amusement in her voice.

Vi grumbled incoherently, nuzzling her cheek into the fabric of the other woman's shirt. She then pawed at Cait's pants, deepening the amusement on the ex-Enforcer's face. Vi mumbled something that was perfectly muffled by her chosen position and Cait sighed.

"Use your words, Vi," she teased. Vi leaned back a little to peer up at the woman with unimpressed, sleepy eyes. Amused blue eyes stared back at her.

"Take them off," Vi finally said with an exaggerated pout and another useless pawing at Cait's pants.

"I'm sorry, what was that?" Caitlyn's voice took on a tone that intrigued the pink-haired woman. She cocked her head to one side, perking a brow.

"Take off your clothes, please," Vi said finally after a good five seconds of silence that seemed to last five minutes.

"Still not getting it," Caitlyn almost sing-songed, a smile playing on her lips now.

"What... what d'you mean?"

Vi was confused and it showed. Finally, Caitlyn seemed to take pity on the smaller woman and took her hands to place them on Cait's waistband.

"Why don't you take them off?" Caitlyn's eyes flashed, clearly enjoying herself. Vi hadn't seen this side of Caitlyn before and it both worried and aroused her.

"But--" Vi started to argue.

"Shh. Do as you're told, Vi."

Cait could have a demanding voice when she wanted to. Vi supposed that was the Enforcer training as well as just ordinary life as a Kiramman. If it was anyone else trying to boss her around she would've likely responded with violence. As it was... this was Caitlyn. She wanted the other woman to be happy, dammit. And if ordering Vi around would make her happy, then the brawler was willing to indulge her desire.

"Yes, ma'am," Vi chirped before undoing the buttons on the other woman's pants. Languidly Cait stood up to her full six foot even height, forcing Vi to look up even more. But then she was also standing so she could shove the pants down to pool at Cait's ankles. Cait stepped out of them easily then waited. She didn't have to wait long for Vi to pull the blouse off and drop it on top of the pants.

"Good girl," Cait murmured, stroking a hand down Vi's cheek before grabbing her by the hair and yanking her that much closer. Vi flinched and let out a hiss of a pain but the pain was soon forgotten when Cait was suddenly kissing her, rough and deep, her other hand gripping Vi around the waist.

Slowly Caitlyn rotated them both then began to walk Vi backwards. Vi raised a curious brow but wasn't given the chance to ask what Caitlyn was up to, the taller woman was keeping the kiss going and making it downright sloppy. But then Vi's strong back bumped up against a wall. Her breathing shuddered. Caitlyn pinned her to the wall in a mimic of the shower sex and the first time Vi had called her 'Cupcake'.

Caitlyn kissed Vi along her upper chest and throat, her free hand grasping Vi by the back of the head. The other hand of course was pressed flat against the wall, keeping her from leaning too much on Vi.

"Gonna make you beg for what you want," Caitlyn whispered directly into Vi's ear, sending a harsh shiver down her spine and a moan of desire rumbled in her throat. "Clear?"

Vi bit her lower lip almost hard enough for blood to form. Oh, damn. She liked Caitlyn this way. It was a nice change from always having to make decisions. And she knew instinctively if she truly didn't like something that the taller woman would back off.

"Well?" Vi realized she had been too preoccupied musing on this change in Caitlyn. Fuck! She gasped in surprise as Caitlyn grabbed her jaw, squeezing hard enough it made her whine low then sigh.

"I said: you will beg for what you want. Clear?" Caitlyn's voice held slightly more gravel and Vi fought a full body shudder of delight.

"Y-yes, ma'am, I understand," Vi said, breathless. Subordinating herself to Caitlyn was one of the easiest things she had ever done.

Caitlyn slid her hand down from Vi's jaw to then track Vi's carotid artery through her throat.

"Ngh!" Vi gasped when suddenly Caitlyn dug her nails in just below her collar bone then trailed downward to just above her belly button. The hand then lightly trailed nails around, not even making white marks, until she was gripping Vi's hip. She shoved her right knee in between both of Vi's, barely brushing up against the other woman's mound that was getting increasingly damp. Vi leaned in to lightly kiss along Caitlyn's throat. The taller sighed and leaned her head off to the side, tightening the grip of both hands on the more muscular of the pair.

"Please," Vi whispered shakily against the woman's neck. Caitlyn smirked as she nudged her knee closer, earning a moan. Vi wanted more. But was uncertain exactly how to ask-- to beg, really. She'd never needed to do so before.

"You can do better," Caitlyn said flatly, even as she began rubbing the shorter woman's mound with her knee.

"Please, I need you in me. I need your fingers in deep," Vi continued to whisper, licking along Caitlyn's jawline in an attempt to encourage what she wanted. She doubted she would be able to get the words out if she spoke any louder even though she knew they were completely alone.

"You'll owe me," Caitlyn said, sotto voce.

"I know, just... please," Vi groaned, arching when Caitlyn pressed her knee further.

"I'm going to hold you to that," the ex-Enforcer reminded. Vi nodded her head insistently, not having it in her to point out she was the one who had finger-fucked the woman first. That would just ruin the game they were creating.

Chuckling, Caitlyn kissed the other woman deeply before replacing her knee with her palm. She rubbed along the slit, enjoying the damp sensation on her fingers. Vi moaned loudly into Cait's mouth when two fingers slipped inside with ease thanks to the wetness from the earlier 'negotiations'. Cait broke the kiss to duck down and kiss along Vi's jugular while beginning to scissor and thrust. She thought back to what Vi had done in the shower and applied it in her 'return' of pleasure. Her tongue traced back up Vi's neck, along jaw, then back to kissing her properly. Vi's fingers on her right hand tangled in Caitlyn's hair then the other hand rose to cup the other woman's jawline as she kissed back.

Reluctantly breaking the kiss, Vi leaned her head back until the crown of it rested on the wall behind her. Shoulders rolled and she couldn't help the moans that left her mouth. Caitlyn followed the woman's head so eventually she could kiss her again. Vi smiled wryly, knowing Cait's superior height helped in her endeavor. Then her legs were widening somewhat as Caitlyn's pace quickened and so did Vi's pulse. Little panting noises escaped both as things began to escalate. Caitlyn's hand was moving as fast as it could at the moment, being relatively out of practice. But the speed was perfect for Vi and she couldn't imagine going any faster.

"Please, I'm so close," Vi panted, tilting her head a bit more level to stare into Caitlyn's eyes. She hadn't forgotten she needed to beg to get what she wanted needed.

Luckily, Caitlyn was happy to hear it. She didn't have her endurance up yet and could feel her hand beginning to cramp a little from the movement. She nodded before twisting roughly then pressing in until the pads of her fingers found the spot that made Vi give something similar to a strangled yelp. Smirking, Caitlyn drove her fingers in perfectly to touch that specific spot over and over. It took Vi even less time than before to cry out the other woman's name and release. She pitched forward as her knees turned into jelly and Caitlyn quickly caught the woman. While Vi was definitely the stronger of the two, Caitlyn could easily handle someone of Vi's weight. She kissed Vi just in front of her ear then gently half-carried her to the bed nearby.

"That's a good girl," Caitlyn whispered, helping Vi onto the bed then following after her. Vi smiled a little before lying on her side. Caitlyn lied down in front of her and turned to face the other. Vi grabbed Caitlyn around the middle and dragged her nearer, earning a giggle. The brawler buried her nose into Caitlyn's neck, just breathing in her scent. Caitlyn put her arm around Vi the best she could and kissed the top of her head.

"You'll get yours soon," Vi said, and in any other context it might sound like a threat. Caitlyn smiled gently and nodded.

"Looking forward to it," Caitlyn said, voice softer now as exhaustion finally fully grabbed hold.

Together the ex-Enforcer and the jailbird drifted off into sleep, comfortable in each other's embrace. And Vi, for the first time in about a week, slept uninterrupted and unbothered by any kind of nightmare.

[strongsassysexysloane]

Thirteenth Day of Twelve - An Epilogue You Weren't Expecting

A/N - Surprise to almost all. I wanted to write the teams reaction and I hoped I pulled it off along with other things...

. . . .

"Baby..." You moaned, as Jack crawled off you and headed for the bathroom.

She turned around with her hands on her hips, wearing only your hoodie and panties. "Didn't take you long to create that nickname."

"Shut up you like it." You smirked at her slight blush and she continued into the ensuite.

"You know I'm going to have to go home soon."

"I did not know this." You made it sound like it was the most absurd thing she's ever said. "What would posess you to do such a thing?"

"Shut up." You head the sound of flushing and then the tap. "As much as I loved spending the night and morning with you, hun. I need to get ready for work tomorrow."

You sighed, slumping back down into bed. You knew this was the inevitablity after spending almost the last 24 hours with her and only four of them were sleep. "fine. Still layout worst idea, ever."

"Well that's a lite dramatic." She smirked, standing in the doorway with her hand stretched up against the frame, making the hem of her shirt rise.

You knew it was her plan but to hell with being caught. Your eyes tracked from her feet up her toned calves, thighs that you could spend hours looking at and...

"Ahem."

"Please come here." You all but moaned.

"Ok but this time -" She walked slowly towards the bed.

"Anything you want. We agreed, now come here so I can kiss you." This time there was a groan just before Jack was in reach and you pulled her down onto you.

She left a few hours later before sunset claiming there were still chores to be done and washing to be put on. But you both agree of work wasn't busy this next week that.youd spend some 'school' nights over her place. Nothing was defined yet but neither of you cared. Whatever this was, was the best gift you'd ever gotten.

Monday morning came around and you walked into the bullpen. It looked like you were the first one into work, other than Gibbs, it was 0800. After you dumped your gear at your desk, you heard the laughter of all five of your friends walking down the main stairs. They caught your eye and all grinned like cheshire cats. You eyed them suspeciously until a certain beautiful blonde walked out of the hallway and jogged to catch them.

"Kasie you forgot-" She stopped half way down the stairs when she saw you and almost looked guilty.

Your suspicious gaze moved from the five cats to your Jack. "Okay, what the hell am I missing?" You questioned with your hands on your hips.

"Her gun is locked in the drawer right?" You heard Jimmy not so quietly whisper, taking a step back.

"Too many cameras for her to get away with six homicides." Nick added, taking a step closer to Ellie.

"Five."

"Five?" Jimmy questioned looking from you to everyone else, double checking his numbers.

"I wouldn't kill Jack." You shrugged with a smirk, locking eyes with Jack who had joined the rest of you in the bullpen.

You heard awes from you assumed Kasie and Ellie. Jack stepped through the group and came around to stand beside you behind your desk. She placed a quick peck on your cheek which you leaned into before whispering, "They all came to ask how my final present went Saturday night." She tucked your hair behind your ear before placing another kiss on your cheek.

You were meant to be smiling, she was being all touchy feely in front of the team and you had dreamed of this for months but you could only frown.

They knew?

"Here it comes." Jimmy took a step back, hiding behind Nick who was half standing behind Ellie.

"You all knew?!" You all but shouted.

The grins were back up except for Jimmy, you couldn't see his mouth.

"Known for a while actually." In walked Gibbs, squeezing past the group and sat at his desk.

"Wait he knew?!" You looked at Gibbs who was glaring at you. "Sorry- wait no I'm not. You told Gibbs?" You turned to Jack who was trying her best not to laugh but failing miserably. Her eyes always gave her away.

She intertwined your fingers, giving your hand a gentle squeeze. While your other hand still stayed on your hip. "Told him first. Had to have an inside man before I left for NOLA -"

"So Elaine didn't tell you I ordered. Jack did." Gibbs nodded slowly. "Lucky I didn't interrogate her."

"I'd pay to see that." Gibbs chuckled, your glare didn't help.

"Tim found out next then Kasie and then somehow everyone else found out." She raised a brow at Kasie.

She held up her hands. " I did my best but Nick caught me at Y/ns desk and then everyone else found out." Eyes were on Nick.

"I'm still slightly offended you couldn't trust me to keep a secret, Agent Sloane." Jimmy stepped out from behind Nick.

"Oh please you couldn't lie to save your life." Nick pointed out kind of harshly but Jimmy swayed his head and agreed.

"No offence Jimmy but I really wasn't planning on telling anyone until I got called away to NOLA."

"Called away?" You all turned to see Vance standing on the halfway landing on to stairs.

You went to let go of Jack's hand but she held on tight. "Please don't tell me-"

"Oh I figured it out on day one." Leon smiled at you.

"Only because you saw me putting the chocolates on Y/ns desk, Leon." Jack rolled her eyes and Leon shrugged.

The others laughed, Tim and Ellie going and sitting at their desks leaving Nick to rest against Ellie's desk and Jimmy and Kasie to keep standing near yours. Leon continued on his journey to his actual destination.

"Now that the cats out of the bag can we get back to work?"

"Sure." Jack answered Gibbs and then turned to you with a big smile. "Want to have lunch with me later?"

You grinned, ignoring everyone watching you. "Just us?"

"Just us."

"It'll be-" Gibbs actually stopped. Stopped mid grumble at Jack's pointed glare.

"The sooner I finish my conversation, cowboy, the sooner she'll get to work. Plus work doesn't technically start for another..." She checked her watch. "Ten minutes."

There was silence from everyone. Kasie and Jimmy slowly stepped back, retreated to the elevator while Nick walked over to his desk.

"It's a Christmas miracle." Nick joked but soon shut up when Gibbs glare moved from Jack to Nick.

"I'd love to." You beamed and leant in to kiss Jack on the cheek but she turned and you connected with her lips. You heard a flurry of clapping from behind you which could only be Ellie before you succumbed to Jack's touch before it melted away all too quickly.

"I'll come down when I'm hungry and pick you up." She smirked, the twinkle in her eye only for you to see which almost made you blush.

You could only nod and she was gone. "I still can't believe you all knew. Even-" You looked down at the clock. "Still got a few minutes. Even Gibbs." You continued and saw a smirk appear on the bosses' face.

The hunger happened at just after midday. No new case for the team so Jack grabbed your hand and tugged you out of the office. Ellie couldn't stop smiling.

"Wait Jack-" She piped up and you both stopped walking and turned.

"Was Dinner the final gift or..."

You both smirked and looked at each other before turning back to Bishop.

"Or?" Jack raised a brow while.you stayed silent. To be fair, she hadn't really clarified it either.

"You know..." Nick popped up beside Bishop, waving his finger between you both.

You couldn't help but laugh, Jack however held her poker face strong. "I do know, Nick, and that's something you'll never find out."

You groaned and Jack looked at you, your cheeks flushing, knowing what was about to happen.

"See by not answering that, you've answered it loud and clear." Nick grinned, having bested Jack Sloane, sort of.

"Well played Nicholas." She conceded. "Now I need food and a makeout session so I can get my head back in the game."

You couldn't believe the words that flew.oit of her mouth.

"I said it and I don't regret it."

Luckily the elevator doors opened and you both hopped in.

"Don't hold up the elevator!" You head Nick shout before the doors closed and you both laughed.

"That's what cars are for." You mumbled before Jack's lips were on yours, your hands immediately gripping her waist and pulling her close.

The kiss didn't last long because you hadn't held up the elevator but it was enough for you never want to stop. You'd missed her. It seemed silly but not having her beside you in bed last night just felt wrong.

"Come home with me tonight." You breathed, as she stepped away and the elevator came to a stop.

She interlaced your fingers together and walked.off the elevator. "Miss me last night?"

Even though she was being lighthearted and teasing, you saw the hope in her eyes. "Yes and this morning and about half an hour ago...sorry."

She stopped walking, tugging you close, ignoring all the people walking around you on the path. "Don't be sorry. I missed you too." With her other hand she reached up and tucked some hair behind your ear. "Missed the little purrs you make in your sleep, the steady rise and fall of your breathing, the smile I saw when I woke up Sunday morning and the constant whining-" She laughed into the kiss but it disappeared slowly and time stood still.

"Is that a yes?" You ghosted over her lips, mission the corner of her mouth, then her cheek.

"Yes." She breathed. "Yes to tonight, yes to tomorrow and yes to me being.your gift and now the dinner."

You threw your head back and laughed. She knew how to perfectly ruin a moment but make it better at the same time. "I knew it!"

Jacqueline Sloane was the perfect gift. She was a gift to whomever she met and came across and you were one lucky son of a bitch to get to call her yours for as long as she'd have you.

. . . .

Unsure how far out of character Jack may be in this one but 🤷🏼‍♀️ it's my own creation so who knows what JS is like behind closed doors. Hope you liked it. I'll get back to writing other things now.

[pink-peony-princess]

I'm your brother it's what I do!

"Willow, dinner!" Mum called up the stairs. I sighed slowly sitting up on my bed, trying to ignore the dull ache coming from my side and left wrist.

This was the part of the day that I was dreading the most- having to face my brother Shawn. I knew he'd freak out.

The bullying had been going on for months now, and I had been beaten up a few times, but nothing too serious, until today. I'd told Mum and she'd spoken to the school, but they were more concerned with protecting their reputation than their students, and while that made my parents furious they didn't exactly have the funds to just switch schools.

"How was your day?" I asked my brother as I sat down at the table across from him. This was a rare luxury, getting to see him for dinner at home. Shawn was a doctor at a 24hour clinic 30 minutes from here, having gone through an advanced med program in junior and senior year and then onto residency. Now he was moved out into his own place. He loved his place and his work more than anything and he could probably write a book with the stuff he saw on a daily basis. But I missed him, more than anything. We were 5 years apart, but we'd always been close and even now at 17, I relied heavily on him for support- he was my person the only one in the world that I felt like truly understood me.

"It was good. Had a kid with a bead up his nose," he shrugged, before shovelling food into his mouth clearly unfazed.

The rest of dinner was quiet, Mum and Dad discussing their plans for the weekend, Shawn continuing to shovel food down- he was always hungry, and me, pushing my own food around my plate, trying to ignore the throbbing pain of my side that was only getting worse.

"Are you okay Willow?" my mum asked, eyeing me carefully when she realised I still hadn't really taken a bite 20 minutes later.

"Yeah, I'm fine, just tired, I brushed her off, going she'd believe me. "Will you excuse me, I just need to go to the bathroom."

She nodded and I got up making my way to the bathroom. I pulled my shirt up and inspected my aching side. It was black in some places now, worse than this afternoon.

"What is that?" I jumped at the sound of Shawn's voice behind me, I dropped my shirt, spinning around to face him.

"Shawn what are you doing in here?" I spun, tugging my shirt down, panicked.

"I was coming to wash my hands," he answered. "Now stop obfuscating." He stepped forward, his hand coming to pull my shirt up again.

"I fell," I answered, hoping he would buy it, but knowing he wouldn't.

"You and i both know that's bullshit," he scoffed, his harsh tone taking me by surprise.

"You know what Shawn just leave me I can deal with it in my own!" I spat, "It's not like you can change it anyway." I turned away from the mirror, trying to hide my face.

"Wills, what happened?" he asked again, his tone, softer this time, as he reached to bring me into a soft hug.

"Girls at school," I chocked, trying to hold back tears. "It hurts so bad Shawnie," I whispered, the tears escaping.

"Oh princess," he sighed, pulling me into his side again.

"Owwww."

"Sorry hon, let me see," he spoke. As much as I didn't want to I knew I didn't have a choice.

"Holy shit," he let out a low whistle. "When did this happen?" he asked, taking in the swollen, red and bruised skin over my rib cage.

"Lunch," I sniffled.

"I'm taking you into the clinic." he turned from the room, pulling his phone out and dialling a number in a rush.

"Shawn," I whined.

"No Willow, this bruising is bad, and I can hear that you're breathing is laboured, it hurts to breathe doesn't it."

I whimpered, giving the answer away.

"F*ck!" he cursed out, rubbing his face.

"Please don't be mad," I cried.

"On no baby, I'm not mad at you, I promise," he soothed, guiding me from the room quickly, but carefully. "Mum did you know about this?" he asked, pulling my shirt up again to show my mum.

Her face dropped.

"Again Willow?" My shoulders shook as I cried only making the pain worse.

"I'm taking her to the clinic. She needs x-rays and pain relief, she could have punched a lung." It was clear from his tone that he was telling her out of courtesy, not out of nessesity.

"Mum?" I begged, pleading with her to step in, she knew how I hated going to the doctor's. Ironic considering my own brother was one.

"Go with your brother, baby, let him take care of you."

Half an hour and one silent car ride later we were pulling into Shawn's work.

"Easy Princess," he spoke, helping me out of the car, as I struggled to the ground.

"Are you mad?" I asked, not daring to look at him as we made our way slowly inside.

"Yes," he sighed, "But not at you," he squeezed my hand, leading me through the double doors.

"Dr. Mendes,". It still felt weird to hear people refer to my brother as that.

"I need a room now," he spoke urgently. "This is my sister." he added for emphasis.

"Oh my," the receptionist spoke rushing around the counter.

"Room three is free, " she told Shawn, he wasted no time hurrying me down the hallway.

"Hop up on the bed for me Willow?" he asked, as he went to wash his hands and pull on a pair of gloves.

"I'm scared Shawn," I mumbled as he came to stand in from of me.

"There's no need to be," he smiled reassuringly. "I'll tell you everything I'm doing, how about that."

I nodded greatful.

"I'm going to pull up your shirt and have a feel of your ribs okay, can you lie down for me?" he spoke, keeping his word.

"Does this hurt?" he asked, poking around. It was okay, until he hit a section in the middle of the bruise, a sharp ache, eminating from that spot immediately.

"Sorry, Willow, I'm sorry," he apologized as I instinctively recoiled from his touch, tears starting to form.

"S'okay," I mumbled, trying to relax again.

"So I'd like to get an x-ray, to check for breaks," he explained, helping me to sit up again. "But in the meantime how about we deal with your other injuries."

"I looked at him inquisitively, I hadn't mentioned anything about other injuries.

"Come on Willow, I'm a doctor, this isn't my first rodeo, besides, your hoodie sleeve fell down at dinner and a caught a glimpse of what looked like gravel rash. Plus, I highly doubt that if they hurt you enough to potentially crack your ribs, that that would be the only injury you'd sustain." he looked at me knowingly, waiting for me to response.

He had me pinned, I knew it and he knew it.

I sighed giving in and pushing back my left hoodie sleeve exposing the nasty gavel rash that stung when the air hit it.

"This has to be some of the worst I've seen," he admitted, turning my arm carefully to inspect it.

"You're not making me feel any better," I grumbled trying to pull my arm away, but he continued to inspect it, not releasing it.

"Willow, this still has pieces of dirt and gravel in it," he spoke shaking his head. He let me go finally heading over to one of the many cupboards the room had and pulling out several things including a kidney dish, a syringe, two small bottles of what looked like iodised water and antiseptic and some bandages.

"I'm going to have to get the gravel out and flush it, it'll get infected otherwise," he explained, bringing all the stuff over to sit it on the bed next to me.

"Will it hurt?" I asked worried as he sat down on a rolling stool on front of me and positioned my arm where he needed it.

"It might sting a bit," he allowed, "but if I don't do this you WILL end up with an inflection and trust me that will hurt more."

I bit my lip nervously. "Okay," I agreed finally, but my voice wavered giving me away.

"You don't have to be brave Willow," he murmured looking up at me from where he was working to pull the tiny bits of gravel from my arm, me hissing and jumping occasionally. "It's okay to cry." I knew he wasn't just talking about my fear, But everything that had happened to land me here.

"Would you like me to get Cami to come in and hold your hand?" he asked referring to his nurses assistant that I'd gotten to know really well over the last two years.

"Please," I sobbed finally cracking.

"Stay here," he told me, handing me a tissue and patting me on my good arm before leaving the room pulling the door to.

Moments later the door opened again and Shawn was back, Cami in tow.

"Oh Willow, honey," she rushed over to me, giving me a very gentle hug.

She sat with me as Shawn finished pulling bits out and irrigated the wound before wrapping it and pacing an ice-pack on it to help with the pain.

We only had to wait another 10 minutes before x-ray was free, a process that didn't take long.

"You're not going back to that school," he grumbled, returning to the room a short while later and sticking the films on the light board. "See here," he pointed to a barely visible line on two of my ribs. They're cracks. Those girls literally broke your ribs. So I don't care what mum says you're coming to stay with me and you'll finish up school at the local college. It's only a 5 minute walk from my place."

Once he'd finished everything he needed to do and we'd stopped by the pharmacy to get me some painkillers we got back into his jeep. I was so tired now, I just wanted to curl up in a ball and go to sleep, unfortunately my ribs wouldn't let me.

"I've sent mum a text to let her now you're staying with me," Shawn murmured looking over at me as he drove.

"And my stuff?" I stiffled a yawn."

"We'll go back for it in a few days when you're more mobile. If you hit that leaver there the seat will recline so you can nap till we get home," he added as we stopped at a traffic light.

I did what he said and was instantly more comfortable.

"Thanks Shawn," I mumbled softly as I shut my eyes.

"I'm your brother, it's what I do," he smiled, holding his hand out for me to take. "I love you Willow."

"Love you too," I slurred already halfway to dreamland.

[fanficsandmoregalore]

Dog Days - Chapter 2

Summary: You take the stray dogs home and clean them up. Then you search around, hoping to find the rightful owners. But what happens the next day changes EVERYTHING.

You opened the door to your apartment. Ben walked in, tail wagging happily, as if he owned the place, Matt was more anxious and cautiously walked in. You looked down and Kylo was staring into your apartment, he didnt go in though. You kneeled down beside him and he looked at you.

"What's wrong, Kylo?"

He looked at you from the corner of his eye and huffed. Then he turned around and sat in front of your doorway. You assumed he meant he was going to stay and guard your apartment, the thought of it made you giggle so you pat his head and stood up.

"You can guard the fortress from inside, goofball." You joked. Kylo growled a little bit and got up, walked into your apartment and sat by the doorway. You followed him in and closed the door behind you, making sure he saw you lock it. You walked pass Ben who sat on the couch while Matt was walking around your apartment, trying to make a mental map.

"You boys stay out here for a sec. I'll be right back." You said as you walked into your bedroom. After the door closed, Ben rolled onto his back on your couch, getting snug.

"I could get used to this."

Matt stood by the couch, looking around once more.

"Don't. We wont be dogs forever. Someday, somehow, we will figure out how to change back."

"I hope it's soon."

Matt and Ben looked over to Kylo, who had been quiet up until now.

"Oh really? Because the way i see it, you're her favorite so far."

Ben was trying to make Kylo blush but being a dog, he couldn't tell if it worked. But kylo did feel a bit embarrassed by it.

You came out of your room in some comfy pajamas and smiled at the dogs as you walked into the kitchen.

"How about some dinner? You guys look like you're starving." Ben and Matt walked into the kitchen excitedly, kylo of course staying by the door. Ben and Matt pulled chairs out from your dining table and jumped up and sat in them. You didn't think much of it, assuming it was a trick their previous owner had taught them, either way you thought it was both cute and amazing. You made a big dinner, you didn't eat much but made sure you had plenty for the dogs to eat. Kylo eventually got hungry and came over to eat, luckily you thought ahead and made him a plate. After eating, you gave each dog a bath. Ben tried pulling you into the water with him but other than that they were all well-behaved. Matt seemed to appreciate it the most and surprisingly, Kylo didn't fight it.

You were drying off Kylo when you had a sudden realization.

"Oh, you guys probably have an owner, or owners. Tomorrow I'll take you guys into work and see if you have chips or if anyone has reported missing dogs. But until we find your owners, you can stay with me." Kylo listened attentively and seemed to nod in agreement with your plan.

It wasn't too late at night so you and the 3 dogs congregated in your living room to watch movies. Halfway through one, there was a knock at your door. Kylo stood quickly and rushed over to the door but didnt bark, the other 2 couldn't care less.

"Wonder who that could be. Nobody ever visits me this late...or ever." You got up and walked over to the door, patting Kylo's head when you reached him. You unlocked it and opened it slowly, peering out into the hall.

"Did you fill out the proper paperwork to have dogs?"

It was your neighbor, Armitage Hux. He was a ginger haired, obnoxious, by the book kind of guy but seemed like decent enough person that you didn't see him as any sort of threat. You rolled your eyes and chuckled as you opened the door more.

"Well hello to you too, Armitage."

"(Y/n), you know I'm deathly allergic to dogs, right?"

You laughed a bit and Hux blushed as he folded his arms. You looked at him and shook your head.

"No you're not, you just don't like them."

"Same thing. And three of them? Are you that lonely?"

You stopped laughing and kind of glared at his comment which he of course noticed, he tensed under your gaze.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"Why have 3 dogs when you can have 1 boyfriend? Come on, (Y/n). It's one date. Some dinner, a movie, you name it."

He kind of whined when he said it and you huffed.

"Hux, i told you, I'm not the type to have a boyfriend. Anyway, i gotta head to bed soon. Goodnight."

You closed the door and heard Hux sigh as he walked away. You looked at the three dogs who were all staring at you, looking as if they were waiting for an explanation.

"That's my neighbor. He's been trying to get me to go out with him since the day i moved in."

You walked over and sat on the couch. Kylo stayed by the door just in case, Ben was quick to jump to your side and Matt sat in the recliner that you had. You smiled at all the dogs.

"Who needs human boys when i have the cutest doggy boys?" You gently grabbed Ben's cheeks and mushed them and rubbed noses with him.

Ben got into your lap and licked your face, making you laugh. Eventually, you had to go to bed. And of course, Ben came to sleep in bed with you. Matt was hesitant but followed as well and laid at the foot of your bed. However, Kylo stayed awake, patrolling around your living room but eventually fell asleep on the couch.

The next morning came and you put all 3 of the dogs on the leashes you kept at home for situations like this. You walked all 3 down the sidewalk and they were calm and made walking to the clinic a breeze . You reached the vet clinic and you walked in. The boys looked around the lobby and you felt comfortable letting them off their leashes. Matt stayed with you while Ben sniffed around and Kylo followed behind you.

"Hello? Anybody home?" You joked.

"(Y/n)? Is that you?!"

Poe poked his head out from the back and saw you. He rushed out to greet you and but halted when he saw the dogs.

"Um...(Y/n), what's going on?"

You blushed and awkwardly scratched your hand, still in bandages.

"You remember the dogs i was telling you about?"

Poe became tense and looked at the 3 dogs before his eyes landed on Kylo.

"And i'm gonna guess that's the one that bit you."

You kneeled down by Kylo, who didn't care for Poe's unapproving look.

"Yes, but he also protected me from some guy who was gonna rob me .... and possibly rape me. So you really should be thanking him."

Poe rolled his eyes and pulled you away a bit.

"(Y/n), what are they doing here? And what are YOU doing here. You know the boss said you aren't supposed to come back until you for sure dont have rabies!"

You chuckled and Poe gave you a confused look.

"I'm actually here as a client."

"Uuuhhhh, what?"

"Can you check them for chips and see if anyone has reported 3 missing dogs?"

Poe rolled his eyes and took your hand in his gently.

"I'll do it for you, sweetheart. No charge. But promise me you will take care of yourself and this hand."

You nodded and looked to the 3 dogs, who had all grouped in front of you and Poe.

"Okay, boys. Go with Poe and he'll take good care of you."

"You talk to them like they're people? Geez, (Y/n), you are something else." Poe teased. You laughed and sat down. The boys followed Poe obediently and after about and hour and a half, they all came out with treats in their mouths. You looked at Poe, hoping he'd have addresses to their homes.

"Nothing. No owners, no shot records, nothing. These dogs only have names on their tags, (Y/n). That's a little strange, don't you think?"

You did find it strange but you questioned Poe further.

"What about missing dog reports?"

Poe shook his head. You found that really strange.

"Maybe someone was trying to get rid of them."

"Why would anyone want to get rid of these sweet boys."

Poe looked at Kylo who glared in response.

"I can think of a few reasons."

You stood, a bit peeved by Poe's comment.

"I'm taking them home. Thanks for everything, Poe."

You sincerely meant thanks but were a bit mad that Poe only seemed to recall Kylo biting you.

Poe told you to be careful and you leashed up the dogs and walked out of the clinic.

You looked around and it was a pretty decent day and you decided to take the boys out for some fun on the town. You smiled at the dogs and they all looked at you with confused looks.

"Let's go to the park."

You had arrived at the nearest dog park and let the 3 off of their leashes, but to your surprise, they didn't seem interested at all. You kneeled down by them.

"What's wrong, guys? It's a dog park. Don't you wanna go play with the other doggies?"

The 3 dogs all looked at each other and then you before they split up and walked around the park. You chuckled and got up to go sit on a bench. Kylo saw you go sit down and went over to join you, jumping onto the bench to sit next to you. You pet him and watched as Matt was frightened by everything around him and Ben was playing tug of war with some boxer dog. You looked at Kylo, he had also been looking out at the other dogs.

"Kylo, don't you wanna go make some friends?"

He only huffed and you laughed at him. He did a sort of bark grumble and it made you think, what was he saying? You looked back to the other 2 dogs.

"I wish i understood you, Kylo."

Kylo's ears perked up and he looked at you. You noticed and smiled at him, petting his head just behind ear.

"You guys always seem to know what I'm saying. It's so cute. I just want to be able to understand what all of you are saying, too."

You laughed at the thought of the dogs talking when suddenly Matt rushed up, whimpering, which brought you from your thoughts and you saw him being followed by a few other dogs. When Matt reached you and hid behind your legs under the bench, and Kylo jumped off the bench in front of you. The dogs following Matt stopped dead in their tracks when they made eye contact with Kylo, and ran off with their legs between their tails. You sat on the grass in front of the bench and coaxed Matt out of hiding. He lunged into your arms and you hugged him tightly. You looked over to Kylo and smiled, reaching out to pet him.

"Youre such a good boy, Kylo."

Kylo leaned into your touch more, wanting more affection, which you happily gave. You decided it was time to take the boys home.

When you reached your apartment, you heard some meowing from the other side of the hall. You looked over your shoulder to see Hux's cat, Millicent. You smiled and unlocked the door to your apartment, opening it to let the dogs in, Millicent took the opportunity to follow them in. This was a common occurrence when Hux was in a rush to get to work, and is actually how you met your neighbor in the first place.

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"Millicent? Millicent?"

You put down the box that you were unpacking, and went to your door. It was open and you peered out into the hall. A sharp dressed, red-haired man was frantically searching the halls. You watched for a moment but suddenly felt something brush against your leg, you looked down to see an orange cat looking up at you as it leaned against your leg.

"Millicent. Milli-"

"Is this who you're looking for?"

The man turned around and when he made eye contact with you, he felt his face become heated as his breath was being taken away. He swears he had just seen an angel, and in this angel's arms was his beloved cat. He calmly rushed over to you and you handed Millicent over.

"Thank you so much. I was in such a rush to leave for work, she must've snuck out while i wasnt looking. Um, i take it you're the new tennant."

You nodded and pet Millicent as your new neighbor held her.

"Yup, as of today. I work at the clinic and this was the closest place with available apartments."

The man offered you a hand while holding his furbaby with the other.

"My name is Armitage Hux. I live across the hall."

"I'm (Y/n). Nice to meet you."

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You picked Millicent up in your arms and pulled out your phone. It went to voicemail.

"Hey Armitage, it's (Y/n). Millicent got out again so I'm gonna hold onto her until you get back. Bye."

You put your phone back in your pocket and shut the door with your foot after entering, kissing and petting the purring cat.

You set her down and walked into the kitchen. Millicent followed you and the 3 dogs all watched and inspected the cat.

You smiled at them and pet Millicent again, showing them that she was friendly. You glanced at the dogs again, they still didn't know how to react to the cat. Maybe their previous owners didn't have cats. You thought more about the dogs' previous owners and how cruel it was that someone might want to get rid of these 3 sweethearts, but you also thought that maybe there was someone out there who was worried about them. You took a few pictures of each dog and made a post on your social media pages, showing the dogs and stating that you had found them and would hold onto them until the rightful owners came to get them. You hoped they would be able to return home soon and be with their families.

You spent the rest of the day at home, cleaning up and waiting for someone to call and ask about the dogs but nobody did. The afternoon seemed to sneak up on you and Hux came to retrieve his pet. You locked up for the night and went to bed, the dogs doing just as they did the night before.

It was 3 A.M. and the phone rang. You jolted awake, waking and scaring the dogs. You grabbed your phone and checked it, but the number was unfamiliar, and you answered anyway.

"Hello?"

"The brothers must learn their lessons before they can return to their true forms."

The voice was that of an old woman. You looked at the dogs, confused, and they returned the looks.

"I think you have the wrong number, m'am."

Just as you were about to hang up, the voice spoke again.

"(Y/n)! You must listen. You are the only one who can help them!"

This made you more anxious but you listened.

"The brothers are beast, in the mind and in appearance. You must help them fix the mistakes they have made."

"Lady, i don't know the brothers you are talking about." You tried to explain.

"They will know. They will tell you."

Then then phone hung up.

"What the hell? I must be dreaming."

You pet the dogs and told them it was nothing and you all went back to bed. But that night, you had a strange dream.

3 tall boys were laughing and talking with you but you had never seen them before. 2 of them had long, shaggy, black hair and one had blonde hair and glasses, but they all had similar faces. You felt so safe being with these boys you didn't recognize. It was sunny and warm where you all were. You smiled, enjoying the company of such sweet boys.

You woke up suddenly. You felt your eyes flutter open and slowly all your senses woke up too.

"I'm just saying, if we lived in a town like this, we'd all be getting laid. There are so many hot women in more populated areas."

"You're so gross, Ben!"

You sat up quickly, panic already setting in. You looked around your room. The dogs were missing and there were strangers in your home. You quietly got out of bed and snuck to the door, peering out into the living room.

"I wonder when she's gonna be up. I'm getting kinda hungry."

You looked out but didn't see anyone, this was starting to really freak you out. Where were the dogs? Suddenly you saw Matt jump onto the recliner.

"Be patient. She was nice enough to let us stay here and cook for us out of the kindness of her heart, she's not our nanny."

Your jaw dropped. It WAS the dogs.

"Holy shit."

You covered your mouth immediately. The dogs looked at you and you quickly backed into your room, slamming the door shut and locking it.

"HOLY SHIT!!!"

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Mista request

Tumblr must have glitched and I lost the ask, but I had gotten a request for smutty Mista and F/Reader. So here you go, Anon, I hope you like it ☺

MILD N*S*F*W 18+

Today was like any other day these past couple weeks. Everyone went out on missions while you sat back at the restaurant on your own. "Don't worry, I'll find you a job that would be suited for you." Bruno had told you over and over. But with each passing day, that hope seemed to slip away.

Aimlessly twirling your fork, you looked up to see Mista turn the corner and head to the table. Your eyes met his as you two shared a look of annoyance. It wasn't that you hated each other, it just seemed like the two of you didn't get along that well. "Its just you here?" He said flatly.

"Don't act so disappointed." You answered sarcastically before filling your mouth with food. "Done your mission?"

Taking a seat across from you, Mista sat down; the waiter came by to fill a glass of water for him. "Yeah." He grunted. "The others went home and I was hungry so I came here. Thought I would be alone."

You rolled your eyes. "Again, sorry to disappoint."

"Why are you here anyways?"

"I've been coming here by myself for the last few days while everyone has gone and done missions. I'm just waiting my turn."

The waiter came by again to take Mista's order then turned to you. "Is there anything else I could bring you?"

"Just the bill is fine, thank you." You smiled.

"Oh, no," the waiter held up a hand. "Its on me again. Enjoy your day." Once the waiter left, you smirked. This was the third time this week the same waiter paid for your meal.

"That's not fair." Mista grumbled. "He's only giving you free food because he obviously has a crush on you." He eyed you while you wiped your mouth free from any mess.

"So, what if he does? You guys get free food here too." Setting the napkin down, you stood up to leave. "Enjoy your meal, Mista. Oh!" Before you could make your way to the exit, Bucciarati came around the corner and nearly bumped into you.

"Ah, Y/N, I finally found you." Bucciarati looked to his left and noticed Mista sitting at their regular table. "And you're here too, Mista. Perfect! I have a mission for you guys."

Mista's face fell to a pout while yours shined bright with a smile. "I'm sorry, Mista, I know you just came back from one." Bucciarati was sympathetic for his friend. He pulled a chair out for himself and you returned to the chair you had and listened for your orders.

"There is a duo that is causing trouble on a couples retreat island not too far from here. Rumor has it that they are trying to kidnap people for ransom. I need you two to go undercover and fix the problem before anyone gets seriously harmed."

"So we have to use ourselves as bait to get closer to them?" You asked.

"Wait, what do you mean by 'undercover'?"

Bucciarati knit his brows together. "I was sure I was pretty obvious about that. Its a couples retreat. I'm sending you and Y/N to pose as a couple to put an end to them."

Mista and you looked at each other with wide eyes. The two of you didn't get along that well in the first place, now you had to act like a couple? Neither of you were thrilled, but a job was a job. "Fine." You huffed. Bucciarati handed you plane tickets for you and Mista, stood up and left.

The tension between you two was thick. No words were spoken for a while, even when the waiter came back with Mista's order. "Oh, you're still here? Could I get you anything? More water? Dessert?"

"Four pieces of cake, thanks." You said without taking your eyes off the man across from you. By the time the waiter came back with your cake, Mista was halfway through his meal. He set the cakes down between the two of you and walked away.

The cakes sat there, untouched. You had no intention on eating them. Mista glared at you with anger as he finished his food. "You did that to annoy me, didn't you?" You didn't have to confirm. Getting up from the chair, you made your way out. "I'll meet you at the airport in an hour." You patted his head, hat becoming crooked. "See you then, hunny."

---

The heat off the runway hit you hard as you and Mista got off the plane. Scanning the area, it looked to be safe for now. "So how do you want to do this?" You asked, grabbing your luggage.

"Well, they're targeting couples, so we would probably have to stand out more to get noticed by them." He hesitated for a moment, but eventually grabbed your hand. His cheeks were flushed with pink, his eyes looking around at anything but you. "Lets get to the resort and figure out our next move."

Why did your heart pick up pace when Mista grabbed your hand? You didn't think his hands to be soft, but they were. He was right, though. Now was the time to act like a couple if you wanted to complete the mission, so you laced your fingers with his and walked to the resort's hotel.

"This... Is not what I expected."

The room was definitely made for couples, the way it was decorated. The walls were painted a dusty pink with romantic paintings hanging off of them. Wine and champagne bottles sat atop the table in the corner. There were two large glass doors that would lead you out the the balcony. The bed was king size, silky red sheets and bedding. What was more off putting was the mirrors on the ceiling, making your face scrunch.

"Is.. Is this a honeymoon suite?" Mista questioned out loud, setting the suitcases down and shutting the door. "Why would Bucciarati book this room?"

"Maybe to get the enemy to target us quicker?" You shrugged. "What's more of a target than newlyweds?"

"Pretending to be in a relationship with you was one thing, but we have to act like we're married?!"

You narrowed your eyes. "You think this is a skip in the field for me too? A job is a job." Standing in front of him, you poked him in the chest. "Now let's start investigating."

---

The afternoon was a bust.

Nothing seemed that out of the ordinary as you and Mista took part in couples activities. It was awkward, but you had to push through it.

"Ugh, come on! Aren't you ready yet?" Mista yelled at you through the bathroom door of your shared room. "Women just take forever."

"And men whine and complain a lot." You retorted. "I'm almost done." You were getting ready for dinner with Mista, hoping to find the people who were kidnapping tourists.

The sound of the door opened and Mista sat up from the bed. "Finally, are you ready to-" he stopped talking when his eyes took you in. The dress you wore fit you perfectly, the way you had your hair brought out your features. The pink in his cheeks returned and he stumbled over his words a little bit. "You... You look... Good." He moved closer to you.

It was your turn to blush now, also taken with how Mista looked. You had never seen him without his hat before, which he took off for the occasion. His hair was dark and short; the suit brought out his dreamy eyes. "You... Look good, too." The small gap between became even smaller when you moved forward as well. "We, um, should head downstairs, you know, we have to complete this mission."

"Right." He nodded and stepped back a little. "The mission. Let's go."

During dinner, you two had made yourselves noticeable to attract the attention of the enemy. From flirtatious banter to feeding each other. It was embarrassing for the both of you with a bunch of eyes from the other tables staring and muttering about you. Then you caught sight of something odd.

A few tables over were two men sitting alone, looking right at you. "Mista..." You looked all lovey dovey at him. "I think I found them, a couple tables over to the left. They're looking at us." Mista shifted his eyes to look subtly. "Quick, Mista, kiss me."

"What?!"

"I said kiss me!" You grabbed at his suit and pulled him to you, planting your lips on his. The kiss was hasty, but you made it look like you were kissing your new husband. When you pulled away, you looked at the men at the table. They stood up, but didn't move anywhere. When you followed their gaze, you seen that they were actually looking at two women who walked through the door behind you guys. They were waiting for their own wives to arrive.

Sighing with frustration, you let your grip on Mista's suit loosen and sat back. "How are we supposed to find these people?!"

Mista sat still. The feel of your lips lingered on his. His heart raced and his breath hitched. What was this feeling? He tolerated you since you became a member of the gang, but since this mission started, he had started feeling something more towards you. It was like...he wanted you. "Where are you going?" He asked when you stood up.

"I'm going back to the room. This whole day has been coming up empty and I'm going to relax for a bit. You comin'?"

Mista's body acted on its own and stood up, following you back to the room. In the elevator, you noticed him clench his hand in and out of a fist, like he was holding something back. Once back at your room, he held the door open for you, but he didn't look at you. "Hey," you took his hands in yours after he shut the door. "Are you feeling okay?"

"I-I'm... I don't know." He huffed.

"Was it the kiss?"

His eyes widened and his head snapped to you. It was the kiss. He hadn't stopped thinking about it since it happened, as fake as it had been. But it wasn't the only thing he had been thinking about. He actually had fun with you during the day and throughout dinner. "I-It's fine. It was just for show, not like I would want you to kiss me for real anyways. Or me kiss you, that's just stupid."

You can see he was visually flustered with the way he avoided eye contact with you. Its not like you weren't feeling anything either. To be honest, you probably would have kept kissing him if you weren't distracted by those two a couple tables over. Would have done it better, too.

What was taking over you? Your mind started to cloud as you took in the sight of the handsome man shifting his feet in front of you. He was taken off guard when he noticed you against him, pushing him gently to the nearest wall, hands on his chest and face so close to his. "Wh-What are you doing?"

Your noses touched, you could feel each other's sharp intake of air. Your hands traveled up to the back of his head and pulled him in for a slow and sensual kiss. One a hell of a lot better than before. He kissed you back, melting with each one. His own hands rested on your hips, finger tips digging into you.

Bringing you hands back down, you pushed the jacket of his suit off his shoulders, letting it fall behind him to the floor and started undoing the buttons of his shirt. He grabbed the zipper of your dress and pulled down, letting his free hand explore your exposed back. The dress fell softly to the floor next to his jacket as you brought up your legs one at a time to remove your shoes.

Mista took the lead and backed you to the bed, shedding the shirt you undid. Slowly and gently, he placed you on it and removed his pants, climbing on top of you. He couldn't help himself. Like he had no control over his mind and his body was on autopilot. The feel of his body on yours sent exciting jolts throughout you and you wanted more. "Mista..." Looking up, you saw yourself and Mista in a tangle from the mirrors that were on the ceiling. Earlier, you thought of it as unnecessary and disturbing, but seeing the two of you wrapped up like this made the experience thrilling.

Your hands roved his back; finger tips sinking into his skin every time you felt a rush of excitement. You needed to feel him more. Reaching down, you grabbed between his legs and guided him towards your entrance. He complied and entered you slowly; he was afraid to hurt you. Sharp gasps emitted from your mouth as you took him in, your walls adjusting to accommodate him. He set his hips at a steady pace as he slid in and out of you, making you moan with pleasure. "Oh... Oh, Mista..."

Mista pinned your wrists to the bed and continued to thrust into you, watching your beasts bounce with each movement. "You're so beautiful. How have I never noticed this before?" Leaning down, he connected his lips to yours again. "This feels so good. You feel so good."

Picking up his pace, he drove his cock into you faster; the noises you made spurring him on. "God, Mista! Fuck me harder!" You whined with laboured breaths. You could feel the tightness in your core on the brink of snapping. Mista reared back again and went as fast as he could, watching your face as your orgasm was reaching its peak.

Eyes rolling back, you let the exhilarating pleasure take over you. Mista was feeling his too as he tilted his head back and watched the two of you be thrown into bliss from the mirrors above. After he had emptied himself inside you, he slowly pulled out and buried his face in the crook of your neck, sucking small bruises into your skin. You let your hand rest on the back of his head, softly stroking his hair with your fingers. Being together like this was something you never thought would happen between the two of you, but here you were.

"Y/N..." He whispered. "When we get back home... Do we go back to the way we were, or do you want to keep pretending?"

That was a good question. What does happen next? What would the rest of the gang think if you two struck up a relationship? Would Bucciarati allow it? Kissing his temple, you closed your eyes. "Let's keep pretending, see how far we can get."

You could feel his mouth form a smile as he made his way down your body with a trail of kisses. "The night is still young. There is still a bottle of wine on the table. Let's have some more fun."

---

Meanwhile, back home at the restaurant, the rest of the gang sat at their regular table. "I hope our mission was a success." Fugo said, taking the last bite of his meal.

"What did you tell them, Bucciarati?" Abbacchio asked.

"I told them that there was someone kidnapping tourists on a couples retreat. They fell for it and set off for their fake mission. If it was a success, they'll come back as a couple themselves."

"I can't wait to hear what they thought of the room!" Narancia said excitedly. "I booked them the most romantic room the resort had!"

"Let it be known that I had suggested just a normal room." Giorno put his hand up, defending himself from Narancia's shenanigans.

"When are they supposed to get back?"

Bucciarati smiled. "I'll give them a couple more days together, then I will tell them the kidnappers were caught at a different resort and bring them home."