#gently running her fingers across his forehead to calm him further

[knightinink]

Okay I’m all for the “Pip doesn’t have a family in America” trope all the time, as well as the abusive foster family/orphanage Pip.

But y’know what I’m recently coming to absolutely love?

Positive, loving, nurturing adoptive family Pip. Like, yeah, I am gonna put that little guy through tough situations, he does suffer, but what if I want him to just have a happy family? Nothing bad happens to them? I think it’s a topic that should be explored more.

Like, what if this couple adopted him?

I just think a good domestic home life is really sweet & I want him to have it

Like, LOOK AT THIS ART

[chxrryhansen]

hiii okay this is my first time asking something and is terrifying and you don’t have to do this of course

rafe cameron takes the shy girl out for a date at the beach and at the end he fucks her senseless

also can i be 💋 anon?? 

ofc you can bby!! and dont be scared omg i would love to hear each and every one of your thoughts! also if you have sent me a request in my asks i will get to it after i publish my concepts!

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“your wine taste good sweetie?” he asked, his lips wrapping around the bottle in his hand, taking a swig of beer.

rafe surprised you, taking you to a private spot on his family owned beach; he had even hired a waiter to serve you underneath a beautiful open fale facing the jewel like ocean. contrary to popular belief, your boyfriend had never treated you poorly, never raising his voice, always buying you gifts and treating you like a princess. he practically worshiped the ground you walk on.

“mhm.” you nodded happily, sending him one of your famously shy smiles. his large hand reached across the table intertwining his fingers with your own much smaller ones.rafe had always been soft on you, you just seemed to have a way of comforting him with a sense of calming. he was so used to hearing crashing waves that he had forgotten what a calm ocean sounded like until he met you.

pushing his chair back he stands gently, keeping a hold of your hand. pulling you softly to stand. he leads you to the edge of the deck, standing behind you with his hands holding your hips as you lean over the wooden ledge, admiring the motionless sea and the crimson pink sky, watching as the sun begins to set.

“beautiful, huh?” he whispers, pressing kisses to your forehead. running his lips down til he reaches your neck, sucking and biting your soft skin gently.

you moan weakly at the sensation, clenching your thighs together to relieve some tension and throwing your head back in ecstasy. you push your hips further into his, listening to him grunt you begin to grind in circular motions, his grip tightening as he guides you, feeling his hard length in between your ass cheeks. His hands move from your hips to lift your dress over your ass.

At his newfound discovery he lets out a low whistle “no panties? naughty girl.” he drawls.

“t-touch me.. please rafe.” you whine, feeling hot underneath his gaze. His fingers run through your slit, gathering your sweet juices as you whine in pleasure, turning your head and watching as he lifts his fingers to his lips, sucking gently, panting at the taste of your sopping pussy.

“you know i love you, right honey?…” he whispered, pulling down his slacks, his hand wrapping around his fat cock, he begins rubbing his tip up and down against your hole, pushing his hips into you slightly, just deep enough that your walls began to swallow his thick mushroom tip as you cry out. you nodded shakily, tears streaming down your cheeks in anticipation.

“good. cause’ i’m gonna’ fuck you like i don’t.”

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[starrylothcat]

♡ Home ♡

The Bad Batch Ask You to Live With Them Headcanons

Pairing: Individual Bad Batch x GN Reader.

Warnings: Fluff, fluff, fluff. Smooching. Everyone is happy on Pabu AU. 🫶

A/N: This is just some silly fluff I wrote at work today. It was hot AF and I’m still sweating so I apologize for any errors, not really proofread.

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Scenario: You and The Bad Batch have been settled on Pabu for some time. Long-held feelings between you and your Batcher finally had the opportunity to blossom as you eased into a peaceful island routine. You are happy, your love for one another secure and strong.

You’ve discussed moving in together, but island life is calm and your lives are no longer in a rush. You haven’t made that leap in your relationship quite yet, but little did you know your Batcher had plans…

Hunter

You were sitting on the beach, the sun’s last rays catching the calm sea as stars twinkled into view.

Hunter’s arm was wrapped around you, holding you close against him, his head leaning on yours.

“You know that cottage we walk by every day, the one with the garden?” Hunter mumbled, gently tracing his fingers up and down your arm.

“Yeah…I’m surprised no one has moved in there yet. It’s in a perfect location.” You murmured, his fingers putting you in a relaxed trance.

“It is perfect.” He said, his smokey voice lulling you further into a relaxed, carefree state. “I can’t wait to see what you do with the garden.”

You shifted your head to look at him, confusion in your expression, his fingers stopping their caress.

“Omega wants to try to plant meilooruns.” He met your gaze. “And she’s already picking out decorations for her room.”

“Hunter…” you started. “What are you saying?”

Hunter pressed his forehead to yours. “It’s ours. If you want.” He ghosted his lips across your own. “All I have to do is give the word to Shep.”

Your breath hitched.

“Hunter, you mean, that cottage…? It’s really ours?”

He nodded, gently tracing his fingertips across your cheek, the fading sun reflecting in his honeyed eyes.

“I love you, and Omega does too. We’ve spent so much time on the run, never knowing what comes next. It’s time…to put it behind us. Settle down for good. And I want you to be part of that. But if you’re not-“

You grabbed the collar of his shirt and tugged him in for a passionate kiss, his arms immediately pulling you close to him.

“Hunter, yes.“ You beamed, breaking the kiss. “I love you, too.”

Hunter smiled, nuzzling his nose against yours, never having felt so content in his entire life, excited for this next chapter in your relationship.

Echo

You had just closed up your shop and were waiting for Echo. He promised to take you out tonight and told you he was planning something special.

He met you at your shop, kissing you deeply as his hello.

“Hello to you, too.” You giggled, slightly flustered at his kiss as he looped his arm with yours. “Where are you taking me tonight?”

“It’s still a surprise, mesh’la.” He winked, leading you down a a few quiet roads.

“There aren’t any restaurants up here.” You gave him a look, having no idea what he had planned.

Echo didn’t say anything, the evening lights flickering on throughout the island, casting warm glows onto the street.

A few more turns and Echo stopped. You stood in front of a cottage, a soft glow of light coming from the front windows.

“Echo-“ He just smiled, leading you up the cobbled path to the home.

“Echo, if your idea of a date is breaking and entering…” you teased, still confused as to what was going on.

Echo chuckled, opening the door to the cottage, surprising you that it was open.

“Just trust me, mesh’la.”

You stepped inside, gasping slightly. The cottage was empty, save for a blanket that was spread on the ground in what would be the living room.

A few candles were the only light source, highlighting the picnic that was spread across the blanket, and two empty glasses for the bottle of wine that sat in the middle of the spread.

You looked at him, still just as lost as before.

“It’s not much, but I figured we should celebrate the first night in our house.”

You opened and closed your mouth, processing his words.

“Our…house? Echo, you mean…?”

He wrapped his arms around you, hugging you tight.

“I love you and…I want to spend every moment together. Build a life…together. I saw this cottage was available and talked to Shep. It’s ours if we want it.”

Tears clouded your vision as you kissed him, overwhelmed by his words. You nodded excitedly against his lips, your heart ready to burst with joy.

“Me too, Echo. I love you. I want to build a life with you, too.”

He smiled, wiping the tears from your cheeks.

“Let’s crack open that wine then, shall we?”

Tech

Tech had been busy as of late, which is normal. He always had some project or idea that was occupying his mind.

But you knew something strange was going on when he kept hiding his datapad from you, or quickly pushing flimis under other piles of half-worked on gadgets whenever you walked into his room.

Finally, you decided to ask what he was working on, and what has been so intensely engrossing his mind the last few weeks.

“Can I ask what it is you’re working on?” You queried as you lounged on his bed in his room, watching him work.

He turned to you, and it looked like he was hesitating, and almost nervous to say something.

He let out a breath and fully faced you.

“We’ve been together romantically for some time now…” he started. “And we are happy, correct?”

You raised you eyebrow, nodding. “Yes, of course Tech. I love you.”

“As I you.” He stated. “So I have been pondering of what should come next, and I determined it was time to begin the next phase of our relationship, if you agree.”

Tech held out his datapad toward you as you stared at him, wondering what he was going on about.

“I began investigating homes we could share. There are plenty of available cottages throughout the island which I have researched thoroughly, though none are up to my standards.”

Tech adjusted his goggles as heat began to flush your cheeks.

“So, I took it upon myself to explore ways on how to build one myself.”

Your heart fluttered at his words as you sat up completely. “Tech, you want to build us a house?”

“Precisely. If you want to cohabitate with me, that is.” The last part of his statement came out quiet, as if he wasn’t sure of what your answer would be.

You peeked at the datapad, which had blueprint schematics of a cottage, all designed by him.

You looked back at him, not stopping the large smile on your face as Tech fidgeted, waiting for your response.

“Tech…” you said softly. “Yes, I’d love to live with you. I want it more than anything.”

You watched as his shoulders seemed to relax as you set down the datapad, closing the distance between the two of you.

Tech took your hand, his thumb gently tracing over yours.

“Of course, I’ll need your input on the final design, but I think you’ll approve of what I have so far.”

You smiled, leaning into him, his other arm holding you close. “As long as I’m with you, it’ll be perfect.”

Wrecker

Wrecker was giddy, practically dragging you down the road as he picked up his pace.

“Wrecker, where are we going?! Wait a sec, you’re walking too fast!” You could barely match his strides.

“You’re gonna love it, I promise! We are almost there!”

After another turn down a street, Wrecker finally stopped at the end of a row of small cottages.

“Here!” He exclaimed loudly, gesturing to you to follow him.

“Wrecker, what is this?!” You gasped, out of breath.

“It’s our new house! I know we talked about having our own place awhile ago and…here it is!” Wrecker excitedly tugged you in through the front door, your mind trying to play catch up to what he was saying.

You stepped inside, Wrecker eagerly pointing to different areas of the cottage.

“The windows in the kitchen are big, so we can have a great view while we cook together. That was the first thing I thought of…” Wrecker blushed as he turned, pointing to the door that led to a back patio.

“Oh, and look at the porch! Ya can grow all the herbs you’ve been wanting to! And wait until you see the view out the bedroom window-“

Wrecker stopped, noticing how quiet you were being.

You were gazing around the empty house, your mind spinning with surprise and happiness.

You were moved at Wrecker’s excitement and having a home to call your own, with him, not expecting this in the slightest.

Tears were sliding down your cheeks, and you didn’t even notice until Wrecker’s large hand was gently wiping them away.

“Mesh’la, I’m sorry, I got carried away. If ya aren’t ready I understand, or if ya don’t like this cottage we can-“ Wrecker sighed, thinking he ruined everything. “I’m sorry if it’s too much.”

You looked up at him, smiling.

“Wrecker, this is more than I could have ever wanted. I love this. I love you.” You placed your hand over his that was now cradling your face. “I want this.”

Wrecker smiled, relief washing over him.

“Now, tell me again about the kitchen?” You laughed, happy tears still running down your face as Wrecker kissed your cheeks, laughing with you in your new home.

Crosshair

You were laying with your head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat as you almost drifted off to sleep, Crosshair’s arm keeping you close to him.

You noticed he had been a little on edge today, restless and fidgeting more than usual.

You suggested a nap, which he agreed to.

He continued to be restless, though, not able to get comfortable as you laid on him.

“Want to go for a walk?” He grunted, shifting under you.

You lifted your head, blinking a few times. “Sure.” You smiled sleepily, sitting up from your laying position.

You often went on walks in the evening, a ritual you began not long after you became a couple.

You walked quietly under the full moon, the streets silent. Crosshair’s hand found yours, enjoying one another’s presence as you strolled through the winding avenues.

You let Crosshair lead the way, and you walked up into a cluster of cottages that you often passed by on your walks.

You’ve mentioned before how you like this part of Pabu, this subset of cottages getting the best view of the sunset.

Crosshair suddenly stopped, still grasping your hand.

“Is everything ok?” You asked, wondering why he stopped so suddenly.

He looked at you as he lifted your hand, turning your palm up, his silver hair almost indistinguishable from the moonlight casting down on the two of you.

“I was going to wait until tomorrow, but here.”

Crosshair placed a small key in the center of your palm, closing your fingers around it.

“Crosshair, what is this?” You asked softly, confused as to what he was doing.

“It’s ours.” He stated. “The one with the blue door.” You glanced behind him at the cottage with said blue door.

You focused back on him, trying to piece together what he was saying, his expression unreadable.

“What do you mean?” Your voice quivered, clutching the key.

“You know what I mean, doll.” His tone was soft. “It has the best view of the sunset. I made sure of that.”

You practically jumped at him, swinging your arms around him and crushing yourself into his chest, tears pricking at your eyes.

“Crosshair, I-“

He leaned his head on yours, his lips brushing against your forehead. You didn’t need to finish your sentence.

“It’s ours, now?” You whispered.

“As of yesterday.”

You looked up at him. “How did you know I’d say yes?”

Crosshair smirked, his lips close to yours. “You did, didn’t you?”

You smirked back, his lips capturing yours in the moonlight in front of your new home.

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[klausysworld]

Hey!

could i request a

klaus mikaelson x fem hybrid reader

where reader use to be friends with the Scooby gang but she got in a fight and they all chose Elena’s side and Elena made it worse and rubbed it in so to get back at them she bit Elena.

and when they klaus doesn’t know he just knows she had a fight but then they come begging for his blood because she bit her and his like proud of his girlfriend or something like that

I didn’t mean to

Being Klaus mikaelsons girlfriend is hard enough anyways. Constantly having to watch your own shadow to make sure nobody going to grab you and use you as leverage. Making sure to always give him your attention and affection while also balancing the blood shed and agony.

What made it harder was being one of his hybrids. Now yes i was sired but he didn’t use it against me. And i knew that he actually felt something for me. My friends however didn’t.

“You’re being pathetic y/n he will never love you! It’s that stupid creepy bond that you have for him, you’re just doing it to please him!” Elena yelled, her arms flinging about as though it would make her point better

“Then why hasn’t he made me do anything I don’t want to? I haven’t had to betray any of you or anything so if he was using me surely it would be more obvious!?” I questioned growing upset

“God it’s like you’re stupid, he’s smart y/n, he knows what to do to make you think you’re in the right, but you’re not, you’re just a joke to him, a toy” she sneered. I hadn’t been a hybrid long enough to gain complete control over my anger, any of my emotions really.

“You know she’s right y/n” Damon said in a singsong tone making me further agitated. I could see Caroline and Bonnie refusing to look at me as Stefan gave me a sympathy face.

“Fine. I don’t need any of you, clearly i never meant anything to any of you enough for you to trust me” i growled making my way to the front door

“Oh yeah? What you gonna run home to your master or something?” Elena asked with her arms crossed and her head cocked. I didn’t think as i lunged towards her, my canines digging into her skin before i pulled away, ripping a chunk of her neck out as i sped away. I could hear her pain filled cry echo through my head at the same time Stefan and Damon began yelled and Caroline screamed.

I went straight to Klaus’. I didn’t say a word just went straight into his arms hiding my face in his chest. His arms circled me instantly, a hand petting my hair as he dropped whatever he was doing

“Shh, it’s okay” he soothed as i cried into his henley, hiccuping as i tried to calm myself

“Sh sh, are you hurt sweetheart?” He asked gently holding my close against him. I shook my head and clung to him tighter

“Just my emotions” I uttered. He kissed the top of my head before picking me up and taking me to his room

“That’s okay, you’re going to get used to it love. You’re already much better at controlling them hm? You’ve done so well” he encouraged. I was put on his bed, duvet pulled up over me and blackout curtains closed

“Just sleep my love, a rest will make you feel better I assure you.” He muttered as he kissed my forehead lovingly “I’m just across form you in my art room okay? Do you want me to stay?” He asked softly but I shook my head. I knew i was lying saying it was my emotions and ill feel worse the longer he coddles me.

Once he was gone i continued to cry quietly. Knowing that the people i once considered my family now wanted nothing to do with me just because of what i am and who i love. Eventually to fell asleep with a tight grip on Klaus’ pillow trying to replicate the feel of hugging him.

I woke hours later. My eyes fluttered open to the feeling of someones fingers in my hair against my scalp. I hummed sleepily in content as they massaged my head gently. I found that i was laying on a body, face on a warm chest making me frown in confusion before looking up to see Klaus with a smile on his face.

“Hello” he whispered looking at me making me smile in amusement

“Hi” i replied looking at him with a tilt of my head.

“You know…a little birdy told me that you might’ve gotten into a bit of fight today?” He hummed and my heart pounded

“Umm it wasn’t really a fight” i mumbled laying back down so he couldn’t see my face.

“No, clearly they didn’t stand a chance hm?” He asked with a literal chuckle making me blush in embarrassment.

“I didn’t mean to” i whispered sniffling.

“Oh my love, I’m not upset with you” he cooed while lifting me to have me straddle him as he sat up

“No love, if anything I’m proud of you” he explained as his hands cupped my face

“Because you want me to be a monster” i whispered remembering Elenas words from the start of the argument. He frowned at me his hands bringing me closer as he lightly pressed his lips to mine. Softly moving them together before pulling back to look back at me

“Because you are strong enough to defend yourself” he corrected, his arms slipping down my body to pull me closer

“You’re the opposite to a monster sweetheart” he uttered kissing me tenderly, my eyed closing in appreciation

“You mean the world to me” he told me as he gently rocked my body like a parent would a child as the tears slipped down my face once more

“I bit her Klaus” i sobbed and he nodded

“I know sweetheart, i know but it’s okay. Ive given them my blood so you don’t need to feel bad anymore okay?” I shook my head

“They hate me”

“But i love you” he whispered “you just stay with me, I’ll keep you safe” and i found myself nodded, Klaus was all i had, all i could ever want.

[coffe-book-club]

˚₊‧꒰ა sweet like a pain au chocolat ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

info: sweet boyfriend tom kaulitz x fem! reader

disclaimers: none in particular. just a lot of fluff, sweet things and a little bit of smut.

she sleeps on top of him, the late october sun shining through the shutters of his room.

his mother is preparing dinner in the kitchen downstairs and he's simply lying on his comfy and cozy bed. enjoying the sun, enjoying the warmth of her body, basking in the glow of happiness that only first love can bring.

his soft hands gently caress her long wavy hair, slowly running his fingers through those soft curls. her warm breath lightly tickles tom's toned chest, his lips are slightly parted and a light snore escapes the girl's soft lips. his hands are rubbing circles in the small of her back while she continues to lay on his chest. he try and stay still, not wanting to wake her. but her warmth, the smell of her hair, the sound of her breathing as she sleeps is driving him nuts. he's lean down and kiss her forehead and then, not knowing or caring if it wakes her, he kiss her mouth.

their soft lips touch gently, a small smile forms on the girl's lips but she doesn't wake up. in fact, he snuggles closer to tom's bare chest, slowly caressing the right side of his neck with his fingertips. tom close his eyes and exhale, taking in her sweet scent. her head lays on his chest and tom wrap his body around her as he pull her closer to him and let the sun's rays warm they both. his soft hands continue to gently scratch circles into her back and he let out a soft and slightly tired sigh as the moment is so calm and peaceful. the gentle light of the mid-october sun shines lightly on their naked skin. the shadows of the two sweet boyfriends dance gently on the greenish wall of tom's bedroom. that sweet smile does not disappear from the girl's soft lips, but persists. abandoning herself to the sweet and slow caresses that her boyfriend reserves for her.

the girl's right hand slowly lowers, caressing tom's shoulder and collarbone with the tips of her fingertips. lowering himself further and further, until she gently touches his small pink left nipple. “uhm...” the girl's nails, painted a pale blue. they slowly tickle tom's pale skin, sending a long, sweet shiver down his spine and lower stomach.

tom start to kiss her neck as the sun's rays slowly transition into the shade of dusk, her hair falling freely around her face and her body still tightly pressed against his. the sound of her breath tickles his ears. he let a gentle moan escape as he feel her nail's caress across my pale skin.

the girl's eyes open slowly, and then close again to try to get used to the light of the sun again. a sweet moan leaves the soft and juicy lips of the sweet girl, lying next to tom, with her small body and still completely naked. tom's soft lips leave sweet wet kisses on her thin neck. the smile does not leave his lips and the memory of what happened between the two sweet lovers. resurfaces in the girl's mind, causing countless shivers of pleasure down her back and lower abdomen. he hold onto her as i look up at the sunlight beaming through my blinds.

he lean back against the headboard and caress her hair with his left hand, running his fingers through her curls and kissing the back of her neck on occasion. this warm saturday afternoon just might be one of the best days of his life, if not the best. he whisper, “i love you, y/n” before kissing her neck again.

the sweet girl's heart slowly melts at tom's words. like a knob of butter, on a mountain of soft, hot pancakes. wrapping both of his arms around tom's shoulders, lightly stroking his long dreadlocks. - “i love you too, my beloved tom” she lets herself be kissed, sweetly and slowly. letting herself heal all her internal wounds by his loving kisses. he moves his face slightly, to be able to kiss tom's soft cheek. they lightly touch the tip of his nose, then rub it lovingly. he shift slightly, leaning my body into hers. he can hear her slight snoring but he love hearing it. tom feel his chest vibrate with her heartbeat and it drives he crazy. she's so... perfect. they spend the majority of their time in his bed, doing a vast array of things; he lost count as to how many times they had fun there. he sigh, his smile only growing and he close his eyes as he embrace her body against his, enjoying her warmth and their love.

the soft green blanket, is the shell of their love in this moment. tom is above the girl's naked body, supporting himself with his left elbow so as not to hurt her. gently caressing her soft, round breasts with his right hand. the girl's arms are wrapped around tom's shoulders, caressing his soft skin. his dreadlocks are loose and fall gently downwards, lightly touching his girlfriend's beautiful body. he lightly pinches the girl's swollen and sensitive nipple, a soft, sweet moan leaves her soft, swollen lips. “oh... tom” he hold her closer to him as his free hand gently runs through her hair. he lean over and start running the tip of his tongue across her chest, making him way from her collarbone to one breast and then the other. he hear her moan again as her breathing grows heavier before biting her nipple gently with his teeth. a slight chuckle leaves his mouth. she tilts her head further, sinking into tom's soft pillow. his good scent floods her nostrils, clouding her mind and entering a delicious state of pure desire. sweet and long shivers spread along his back and lower abdomen. her boyfriend's penis is getting hard again, little by little. gently stroking the inside of her right thigh. making her arch her back, with the desire to feel him inside her again. wanting to feel full of him and connected to her boyfriend once again.

tom slides his tongue along her stomach, kissing and licking her. he looks up, bathed in her beautiful eyes “are you ready for round two?”

hii 🧣 how are you? i can't wait for december. christmas has always been my favorite holiday. decorate the house with christmas decorations, drink hot chocolate and hot herbal teas in beautiful cups, prepare the gingerbread house... i also made dark chocolate chip cookies 👏🏻✨ but unfortunately i have permanently lost my old profile @/lilfloo, i discovered that i can't have it again and i was very upset, also because i was very fond of that profile 😩 i apologize for any grammatical or spelling errors, but english is not my native language. xoxo flo.

[spnexploration]

Pack chapter 16

Pairing: Alpha!Dean Winchester x Omega!Reader, Alpha!Sam Winchester x Omega!Madison

Series summary: Omega!Reader is thrown into a world she's not expecting when her mate turns out to be a hunter, and she's not used to Alpha & Omega Pack dynamics.

Chapter summary: Miscommunications abound...

Chapter warnings: none

Word count: 1.7k

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Part 15 <- -> Part 17

I woke up to Dean slowly running his fingers up and down my arms, across my shoulders, up my neck, through my hair. It felt amazing. I purred. 

“Morning, ‘Mega.” His scent was back to normal. 

“Good morning, Alpha.” 

“How are you feeling?” 

“Warrrrrrrrm,” I said, snuggling into his side. I still hadn’t opened my eyes. “My own personal space heater.” 

He chuckled, “Glad I could be of service.” He continued his gentle touches and I breathed in his scent. My chest almost wasn’t aching, it was so good. 

His hands travelled down my back. “Tell me if I do anything that makes you feel uncomfortable, ok ‘Mega?” 

“You’re fine,” I whispered, opening my eyes slightly to look up at him. His smile sparkled and his eyes were back to a vivid green. 

He ran his fingers under my chin, down the side of my neck and pressed the pad of his thumb gently onto my mating gland. It sent a shiver down my spine and I purred again. “You like that?” he asked with a cocky smile. 

I reached up and did the same for him, although Alphas aren't as sensitive there. Still, he seemed to enjoy the attention, his smile widening and his eyes twinkling.  

He trailed his fingers down my collarbone to the dip at the bottom of my neck. “You still in pain?” 

“A little,” I admitted. He looked like he was going to say something and then stopped himself. He smiled again and rubbed his thumb over my cheek.  

I wiggled a little and pulled myself further onto his chest, putting my nose into the crook of his neck. He ran his hands down my back, moving steadily lower. “This still ok?” he asked, pausing. 

“Mhmm, keep going.” 

He winced and then kept going just with the other hand, moving his previously injured arm back up higher. “What happened?” I asked, worried. 

“It's nothing, I was just a little overzealous fighting with Sam last night. My shoulder is a little sore this morning, but it's fine.” He kissed my forehead. 

He ran his hand lower, circling my lower back. I shivered, enjoying the feeling. I started to run my hand up his torso, circling around the strange tattoo on his chest.  

His hand dipped even further, cupping my ass. “That ok, Omega?” 

“Yes, Alpha,” I purred.  

He chuckled, “Think I’ve found an activity someone likes.” He gave my bum a squeeze, and I giggled. He reached down and captured my lips with his, and I melted into his kiss.  

His hand started to slide up my side again. “Much as I’m enjoying this,” he said, “we should probably get up.” 

I whined slightly. He stroked my cheek, “I’m worried about you, sweetheart. We gotta get you back to full strength, and that includes eating properly.” He kissed my forehead, and I reluctantly slid off his chest. He smirked, “You’re cute when you pout.” 

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As per his current usual practice, Dean had me clutched to his side while we ate breakfast. If it didn’t make my chest ache less, it would be getting annoying. I guess he really took the doctor’s orders seriously. 

His phone started ringing. He pulled it out and I saw ‘Claire Novak’ written on the screen. I probably shouldn’t have been looking, and I hadn’t intended to, I just saw it.  

He answered, “Hey, sweetheart, what’s up?”  

Sweetheart? I started to feel jealous: who was Claire? 

He took his arm away from being around me. “Whoa, whoa, slow down.” I could feel him tense up, and it hurt that he was pushing away from me. I knew I was being needy and ridiculous, but I couldn’t help my emotions.  

His voice turned firm, “Calm down, Claire.” It was an order. Who was this Claire that he was ordering her? I thought I knew his whole Pack?! They must be close if he was ordering her around. Was she his ex? Was she his side girl?? 

He stood up from the table. He held his index finger up to me as he walked out, like I was an afterthought. I couldn’t tell if he was trying to tell me to be quiet, or to stay here, or what.  

My stress and my mate leaving me was making my chest ache again.  

Who the fuck is Claire?! 

I paced the kitchen, rubbing my sternum.  

Madison and Sam came in, laughing about something. They stopped when they saw me. “Are you ok?” Madison asked me.  

“I’m fine,” I said, the bite in my tone betraying me. 

“Where’s Dean?” 

“He got a phone call. He left.” I tried not to sound bitter, but I knew I failed. 

“Oh, ok. Do you know who it was?” 

“Someone called Claire.” 

Madison smiled sweetly at me, “Claire is the daughter of, uh, a friend. She recently presented as an Alpha. She’s sort of an honourary Pack member, especially to Dean. He’s quite protective of her.” 

“Oh.” I felt partly like an idiot, thinking Dean was cheating on me when it turned out he was on the phone to an upset teenager. But I also wondered why Dean hadn’t told me about her. If she was so important to him as to almost be a Pack member, why hadn’t he mentioned her? 

Madison started to bustle around, getting herself breakfast. My chest was aching, but it started to feel better as I moved back to the table. I didn’t really think anything of it, still fixating on Dean and his phone call. It wasn’t until my hand reached out and touched something, and I felt the pain fog lift, that I realised.  

Sam. 

I had been moving to Sam. I had been subconsciously chasing Sam across the room, to make myself hurt less. 

I fled. 

---  

I locked myself away in mine and Dean’s room. I was such an idiot. I can’t believe I was putting my mating in jeopardy, again. And now I was doing it when I knew what would happen! This was all my fault.  

Dean finally came and found me. “Sorry, Y/N, that was our friend Claire. She- wait, what’s wrong?” 

“Nothing.” 

He came up and put his hands on my shoulders. “Omega,” he said more firmly, “what’s wrong?” 

“I said, nothing.” 

He pursed his lips. “Is it your chest? Is it hurting again?” I nodded. “Why didn't you tell me it was happening? Why didn’t you tell me in the beginning?” 

“You had other things to worry about, like your shoulder. It wasn't that bad.” 

He sighed, “Omega, I can’t help if you don’t tell me.” 

“I was fine,” I said, annoyed. Even though obviously I wasn’t. 

He frowned, “Why are you acting like this?” 

“Oh, of course, it’s all me,” I yelled, angry now. “I’m ‘acting like this’. Why can’t I just be a perfectly behaved little Omega, hey?” I shrugged his arms off my shoulders and marched to the door. 

“Y/N,” he called but I ignored him, wrenching the door open and marching out. 

Fucking Alphas. 

---  

I headed to the lounge, but saw Sam in there. I hastily exited. I was starting to feel bad about yelling at Dean, but I didn’t want to just go back in and apologise. That was too embarrassing.  

I passed the kitchen again. I could cook dinner, I hadn’t done that yet. Everyone had been sharing cooking duties around, but I hadn’t contributed anything. I opened the fridge, wondering what I could cook. I rubbed my sternum as I thought about it, the ache getting painful and distracting again. Still, I was able to identify something I could cook, and gathered all of the ingredients.  

Now I just had to find where all of the utensils and things lived. Nothing to worry about.  

---  

Dean found me later, hiding in my old room. I was huddled in the corner, knees to my chest. He didn’t say anything, just sat next to me and wrapped his arm around my shoulder. I sniffled and leant into him.  

“It’s ok, sweetheart,” he said reassuringly. “Did you hurt yourself?”  

He must have found my disaster, the trashed kitchen. The horribly burnt mess I had left, panicking that they would be mad at me. The pain in my chest had increased exponentially when I was worried and scared, making it even harder to deal. Like the coward I was, I had run. 

“I- I’m sorry, Alpha,” I sobbed. 

“Hey, hey, I’m not mad. I’m worried, not angry. Everyone has burnt dinner before.” 

I snuggled in to his side, feeling the ache finally start to ease. “Is it hurting?” he asked. I nodded. “It started hurting when I left you to take my phone call, didn’t it? You were worried what was going on?” I nodded. “I’m sorry, sweetheart. I didn’t mean to upset you. Madi told me she thought you’d been in pain, and upset that I’d left you to talk to another woman.” He stroked my hair. “I didn’t think about how it would look to you, and I should have. Especially when I know you’re more vulnerable right now, and need me more than ever. I’m sorry.” 

I tried to pull myself closer into his side. He reached his arms under my arms and legs and lifted me on to his lap, wincing very slightly as he did so. He stroked my hair some more while I sniffled into his chest, until eventually I started feeling better.  

“Why did you tell me I had to stay in the kitchen?”  

“Huh? When?” 

“When you were on the phone, you held up your finger when you left the room like you were telling me to be quiet or to stay.” 

“Oh, sweetheart, I'm sorry. I was trying to say 'one sec’, like 'I'll be back in a sec’. Claire was asking lore questions and I had to check something in the library for her.” 

“You know a teenage hunter?” 

“Uh, yeah, we’re sort of the reason she became a hunter. She lives with our friend Jody now. But she, uh, listens better to me, especially since she presented. She thinks she's found a hunt, I had to convince her not to go charging in guns blazing.” 

“She doesn't live with her parents? With her Pack?” 

“Her parents both died. Jody has taken in a couple of orphans for us. They’ve formed their own Pack, but they're also sort of an extension of our Pack. Hunters are a little more open with the definition of Pack.”  

He stroked my cheek and I snuggled into his chest.  

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We Need You Part 3

We Need You Part 3

Kelly Severide/Fem Reader

Warnings: vomiting , as usual this is unedited

Part 1||Part 2

Part 3

The warm sun softly trickles through the blinds into your bedroom. A sleepy, but content smile tugs at your mouth as you roll into Kelly, who is still soundly asleep, yet pulls your body closer to his. Your left arm drapes across his beautiful bare chest and you start to happily fidget with the ring around your finger, its weight, even after a week, still foreign to you, though it is becoming familiar and comforting.

Your eyes, heavy still with sleep, start to shut again as you remember Kelly is off, your work, since the fire, is remote, which means you're more than free to stay in bed for a bit longer.  A happy sigh escapes you as you snuggle into your fiance.

You start to drift  back to sleep. Then it hits you. A wave of nausea. You scramble to throw the covers off and get out of bed to rush to the bathroom. You kneel in front of the toilet just in time. 

Your stomach rids itself of most of its contents. You groan not entirely sure you're through just yet. Kelly kneels beside you offering a glass of water. You take it and manage small sips.

You give Kelly a small smile, "Thank you for this," you indicate to the glass in your hand. "I'm sorry I woke you."

"Shh, baby. Don't even worry about that." He runs his hand up and down your back in an attempt to sooth you. You close your eyes, savoring his comforting touch.

"Mm, Kelly," you look up at him after a moment. "I really don't want you seeing me like this."

"Why?" He asks.

"I'm gross."

Kelly chuckles in response. "You're beautiful," he presses a kiss to your forehead. You stare at him in disbelief,  eliciting more laughter from him.

"Things will get weirder and grosser the further along I get."

"I'm aware, but you're not gonna scare me away."

"I didn't think I would, but will you please leave? I'm going to clean up, take a shower."

"Okay just be careful. Don't overdo it and don't keep the water too hot."

His concern makes you smile and you let him help you to your feet before you shoo him out the door.

As the days continue, so does your morning sickness, rather all day sickness. If Kelly is home with you, he meets you outside the bathroom door with fresh water having learned to leave you be in your actual moment of sickness.  He takes special care to keep saltines, ginger ale, water, and Gatorade fully stocked. 

You're tired all the time, but you find your stride working from home and rest when you can. At about six weeks, you have your first appointment with your OB. First, they confirm your pregnancy with a urine test, they estimate your due date, and send you home with prenatals and medicines to help with the nausea.

A week and a half later, you return to the office. This time Kelly is with you. The two women working the reception desk can't stop ogling Kelly. The one even did a double take when she looked up from her computer to greet you both. You can't explain it, maybe it's the hormones, but it makes you uncomfortable.

Kelly, unaware he's being drooled over, notices a subtle shift in you. He gives your hand already in his a reassuring squeeze. The small gesture calms you instantly. Or it does until on your way to sit in the waiting area you hear one of them whisper loudly to her coworker, "he could try to get me pregnant any day." You whip your head back around.

"Easy there, tiger," Kelly murmurs. His free hand drops to your lower back and gently pushes you forward towards a seat.

You huff as you sit begrudgingly, hands folded across your chest.

Kelly fights back a laugh, plucking one of your hands free from under you and intertwines his fingers in yours. You sigh, but hold his hand anyway. 

"It's not funny," you mutter, spying the hint of a smile playing at his mouth. "It's actually really unprofessional."

"You're right," he says, bringing your hand to his lips and pressing a kiss. "But sweetheart, it's not like I even want to try to get either of them pregnant. Can you please try to relax? We're about to see our baby for the first time."

Another sigh escapes you, but only because Kelly is right and you hate when that happens.

"Sorry," you grumble, placing one of your hands on your not quite there yet baby bump. "I'm really glad you're here."

"Babe, there's nothing in this world that would keep me from being here with you today. I can't wait to see our little one."

As if on cue,  the technician doing your first ultrasound appears, calling your name. You and Kelly exchange smiles as the tech leads you to the room.

You take your place on the exam table as she explains what she's going to do. Before she applies the warm gel to your exposed tummy, she looks back and forth between you two.

"First one?" She asks.

You let out a little laugh. "How can you tell?"

"You're both understandably excited. And there's a mix of nerves in the air. Ready?" You nod. Kelly inches closer to you, eyes glued to the screen. The tech takes a few moments before speaking again.

"This," she points to the screen, "little jelly bean like shape is your baby." You can't take your eyes off the screen even if you wanted to. A tear trickles down your cheek. That little blob on the screen appears to flutter.

"Our baby just moved," you say, finally glancing at Kelly. He looks to be holding his breath. You guess to keep from crying as his own eyes look damp. He kisses your forehead. 

"And this," the tech moves the probe. "This would be your other baby." She's met with silence. She chuckles softly. "Congratulations Mom and Dad; you're having twins."

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[illuminationofstars]

remus lupin x female reader

summary: you and remus spend some quality time together by the gryffindor fireplace.

a/n: I’m currently working on a loki x reader request so hopefully that will be finished soon. 🤍

Your feet were crossed at the ankles, huge blue slipper socks dangling off the sofa you were sat on, body sprawled across the soft material. Your hair was pulled into a loose bun, stray strands of your hair framing your peaceful face, and your oversized hoodie (that belonged to your boyfriend) was bunched up around your waist.

The painting to the common room banged open with a loud thud and a dishevelled looking Remus Lupin waltzed in, a soft smile crinkling his eyes as he saw his girlfriend lazily lying on the couch. You looked up at his entrance and smiled warmly as he walked over to you, placing his head in your lap as you placed the book down, gently running your fingers through his sandy hair.

"Hi," he mumbled, turning his head so he could look into your eyes, forcing you to change your position on the sofa, "What book are you reading?"

You lifted the book from your lap, showing the front cover which read Alice's Adventures in Wonderland before resuming your job of playing with Remus's hair.

"A classic," he hummed, relaxing further into his girlfriends hold.

"Where are the others?" You asked, watching the flames in the fireplace dance a repetitive melody, their flames moulding together in sync.

Remus nuzzled his head further into your chest, a low groan of appreciation rumbling through his chest. His hands played with the drawstrings of your hoodie, Remus's hair casting a shadow upon his face as a halo of golden light illuminated him.

You studied the planes of his jaw, peppering small kisses along his cheek and up onto his closed eyelids. Your hands cupped his face between your palms as you gazed, love and adoration evident in your eyes, at your boyfriend.

"Pranking Slytherins," he murmured.

"Oh, and why aren't you with them?" you asked, lacing your fingers with Remus's.

The young Lupin let out a content sigh, opening his eyes and peering up at you, a teasing grin gracing his features. "Can I please just spend time with my beautiful girlfriend, and not be questioned about the others?"

You opened her mouth to reply, but was cut short as Remus tilted his head upwards, catching your lips in a featherlight kiss. You broke into a grin, hands threading themselves into Remus's hair as he deepened the kiss, pulling gently on your bottom lip.

His hand cupped your face as Remus repositioned himself on the sofa so his body towered over yours, allowing him to have fuller access to your mouth.

Butterflies erupted in your stomach as you slowly pulled away, your eyes travelling across Remus's face. His sandy hair fell across his forehead, and you pushed it back unsuccessfully, eliciting a soft smile from Remus.

The copy of Alice in Wonderland fell to the floor with a soft bang, drawing the couples attention back to the common room. Remus sighed and flipped the pair over, his back against the cushions and you resting against his chest a hand planted firmly on your hip. A surprised laugh escaped your lips, as your hands landed on his chest, being careful to not press down on any of his wounds that he inflicted on himself during the full moon last week.

"How's the pain?" You whispered, voice soft and calming.

Remus dipped his head back against the armchair, eyes staring at the ceiling in slight annoyance. "You shouldn't worry about me."

His eyes followed your movements as you slid off of Remus, grabbing the book with a heartfelt sigh. "I can't help it Rem," you said, eyes waiting for his reaction, "I just.. don't like to see you suffer something that I could potentially fix."

Remus sat up from the sofa, a grimace hidden from you as you busied yourself plumping the cushions around the common room. For months, you had been working on brewing a potion which you claimed would help Remus with his transformations every month, but you didn't get very far, leaving you distressed and feeling slightly responsible for your boyfriends injuries.

Hands encircled your waist as Remus breathed on your neck, his presence comforting against the warmth of the fire opposite them.

"You can't blame yourself love. I've survived this long without a potion... a few more months won't hurt." He inhaled your hair, the familiar scent of vanilla easing the ache in the lower part of his rib cage.

"That's not the point Rem," you said, turning around to face him, a fire of determination in your eyes. "I can't even transform into a bloody animal for you, and I hate seeing you in the hospital wing every month. I feel like i'm not doing enough"

Remus bristled at the mention of the hospital wing. He didn't like you seeing him wounded after his transformations, with bruises scattering his body, dried blood coating his wounds like stars across the nights sky.

His hands covered his face as he groaned in exasperation, "I told you not to come see me in there."

"Since when do I listen to what you say?" you asked, a single eyebrow raiser in false teasing.

A small squeal left your lips as you were pulled into the air and spun around the room, laughing as Remus gently lowered you back onto the ground. His hands cupped your face once more as he stared intently into your eyes.

"You, Y/N Potter, have never failed me and you never will. I worship your being like Romeo adores Juliet, obsess over you like James pines after Lily and love you like how you love me. You can out me and my furry little problem to the whole school,  but I wouldn't care, unless you weren't by my side."

A grin blessed your features as you met Remus halfway for a kiss, feet lifting off the carpeted ground. Remus's eyes flashed gold when you reluctantly pulled away, your fingers delicately brushing the freckles that coated his nose.

"I love you," you said, hand clasping his, fingers intertwining once more.

"I love you," Remus replies, voice smooth like honey.

You rested her head in the crook of his shoulder and sighed in content. They would have this conversation later, away from the prying eyes of the students and the loud paintings listening and discussing politics, to one another. And right now it was just the two of them. Remus and Y/N. And they would move together, one step at a time.

[demons2003]

My Boys (Chapter 40)

Series List

Y/n's pov

El lays on the floor screaming and sobbing from the pain of whatever is in her leg. We all stand around her, not knowing what to do to help her. "What is that?" Erica exclaims. I grab onto El's hand and shush her gently while brushing a hand through her hair. "It's ok, it's ok," I whisper to her over and over, trying to block everyone else out. "There's something in there," Mike yells. "No!" El exclaims as the thing moves further in her leg. "Jesus Christ," I barely hear Dustin whisper. "Keep her talking. Keep her awake, okay?" Jonathan finally says, getting up from his spot and running off somewhere. I look down at El and say, "Hey El, I know it hurts but I need you to focus on my voice. Or Mikes. We need you awake with us." Mike leaves over her as well and panics when El slowly closes her eyes, "Hey, hey, hey. Stay awake, stay awake. Let's get her on her side, on her side." "Easy, easy, easy, easy," I say as we all move her two her side. "It's... uh... You know, it's not actually that bad. There was a... The goalie on my soccer team, Beth Wildfire, this other girl slid into her leg and the bone came out of her knee, six inches or something, it was insane," Robin rambles with fear. "Robin," I whisper up to her and grab onto one of her hands "Yeah?" She asks, looking down at me. "You're not helping love," I tell her, Steve giving me a slightly confused look. "I'm sorry," she whispers and looks back to El. I smile at her and say, "It's ok, you tried."

Jonathan comes running back over to us with some things in his hands and warns, "Okay. All right, El? This is gonna hurt like hell, okay?" El sits up to look at him and says, "Okay," with a broken sob. "Need you to stay really still," Jonathan continues to tell her while getting everything ready to get that thing out of her leg. "Here, you're gonna want to bite down on this, okay?" Jonathan says while passing Mike a wooden spoon. Mike places it in her mouth and we both hold as tight as we can on El. "Holy shit. Holy shit." Dustin freaks out over and over again. Jonathan brings the knife over El's leg and looks up at us all. "Do it," Mike says to him. Jonathan gives a slight nod and starts to cut into El's leg.

El starts screaming around the spoon as Jonathan cuts down her leg. "Oh god," I whisper, looking away from her leg to look at El. "Oh shit," Dustin says before I hear Jonathan drop the knife on the ground. "You're doing so good El," I whisper, quickly looking down at everyone near her leg. Jonathon looks up worried before he digs his hand into the cut, causing El to scream louder. Jonathan digs around a bit to try and get the thing out but nothing is happening. "Jonathan!" Nancy yells at him but he yells back, "Stop talking!" He moves his fingers to the side and El screams and moves a little bit. "No, no, no, no," I whisper and hold her down a little more. "No! Stop it! Stop! Stop!" El yells at Jonathan after spitting the spoon out of her mouth. Jonathan pulls his fingers out of the cut and El says, "I can do it." She leans up and out of Mike and my grip and hovers her hand over her leg. El yells out as the thing in her leg is pulled around by her powers. I stand up from her and wrap my arms around Robin to keep her somewhat calm. "God!" El yells out, concentrating harder on getting this thing out of her leg. She lets out a massive scream which causes the glass behind us to break. I pull Robin away in the hope of not injuring her. The thing is lifted out of El's leg and she throws it across the room away from us. It starts to crawl away but someone walks into view and squishes in under their boot.

We all look over at who's walked in to find Joyce, Hopper and another random dude all looking over at us. "Oh thank god," I whisper and pull Robin closer into my body. Joyce and Hopper run over to the group and crouch down next to El. Steve walks closer to me and asks, "Are you both ok?" We nod and Steve gives me a quick kiss on the forehead so no one but Robin and I notice it. We all move to the centre of the mall and look around at each other. Robin and I sit down on the edge while Steve stands behind me with a hand on my back. "What the hell is going on?" Hopper asks us all in his angry gruff voice. Steve, Robin and I all describe all of the Russian stuff we went through with Dustin and Erica butting in every once and a while. The other group then describes everything that happened to them and what we were about to be facing.

"The Mind Flayer, it built this monster in Hawkins, to stop El, to kill her and pave a way into our world," Mike explains to the adults. "And it almost did. That was just one tiny piece of it," Nancy says. Fuck, it's bigger than that? We're so fucked right now. "How big is this thing?" Hopper asks the group. "It's big. Thirty feet, a least," Jonathan answers. "Yeah. It sorta destroyed your cabin. Sorry," Lucas tells Hopper. Hopper looks at him annoyed but doesn't say anything about it. Steve walks away from Robin and I for a second and asks, "Okay, so, just to be clear, this... this big fleshy spider thing that hurt El, it's some kind of gigantic... weapon?" "Yes," Nancy confirms for him. "But instead of, like, screws and metal, the Mind Flayer made its weapons... with melted people." "Yes, exactly," Nancy snaps at Steve. I glare at her while Steve replies with, "Yeah, okay. I... Yeah, I'm just making sure." "Are we sure this thing is still out there, still alive?" Joyce asks. "El beast the shit out of it, but, yeah, it's still alive," Max tells her. "But if we close the gate again..." Will starts to explain but Max finishes it off with, "We cut the brain off from the body." "And kill it. Theoretically," Lucas says.

We all look at each other before the guy that came with Hopper and Joyce calls out, "Yoo-hoo!" We turn around to see what's going on but he's just waving his arms around and saying "Yoo-hoo!" again. He continues to walk over to us and waves around pieces of paper. He walks over to a table and puts the papers on the table. "Okay, this is what Alexei called, 'the hub.' Now, the hub takes us to the vault room." He explains. Wait, who the hell is Alexei? "Okay, where's the gate?" Hopper asks. "Right here. I don't know the scale on this, but I think it's fairly close to the vault room, maybe 50 feet or so." The other guy says, pointing to the maps he has. "More like 500," Erica interrupts. "What, you're just gonna waltz in there like it's commie Disneyland or something?" Erica asks him while Hopper's friend looks confused at her. "I'm sorry, who are you?" He asks. "Erica Sinclair. Who are you?" Erica questions. "Murry... Bauman," He answers her, confused why he has to answer to a child. "Listen, Mr. Bunman, I'm not trying to tell you how to do things, but I've been down in that shithole for 24 hours. And with all due respect, you do what this man tells you, you're all gonna die," Erica says in her typical attitude. I get up from my seat and stand next to Dustin who's behind Erica. "I'm sorry, why is this four-year-old speaking to me?" Murry questions and looks at Hopper for help. I take a step closer to Erica as she snaps, "Um, I'm ten, you bald bastard!" "Erica!" Lucas stutters at her language. "Just the facts!" Erica snaps at him before Dustin says, "She's right. You're all gonna die, but you don't have to. Excuse me. Sorry, may I?" Dustin walks over to the map and looks up at Murry while Murry sarcastically says, "Please."

I walk over to them and look over Dustin's shoulder. "Okay, see this room here?" Dustin points to something on the maps before continuing, "This is a storage facility. There's a hatch in here that feeds into their underground ventilation system." He draws across the map and further explains, "That will lead you to the base of the weapon. It's a bit of a maze down there, but between me and Erica, we can show you the way." "You can show us the way?" Hopper asks them sceptically. "Don't worry, you can do all the fighting and the dangerous hero shit, and we'll just be your... navigators," Dustin tells him. "No," Hopper and I say at the same time, my tone stricter then Hoppers for once. Dustin looks up at us surprised and Hopper just says, "Nope." Hopper turns away from them and walks over to his bag.

I pat Dustin on the head and walk over to Robin and Steve who are sitting in a food place. "You okay?" I ask Robin and place my hands on her shoulders. She looks up slightly angry and pushes me away. "Do you think I'm ok? You lied to me!" She snaps at me. Steve walks closer to us and sits opposite us. I look down and say, "I know, but I needed to protect you." Robin shakes her head in disbelief and asks, "What are you talking about? Every bad thing you've gone through you've told me about. We do everything together." I nod and push my hair out of my face. "I didn't want it killing you like it has me," I say, lifting my head to look into her eyes. Her face softens and she cups my cheek in her hands. "We talk to each other. That's all I ask," She whispers to me, pulling me into a hug. I grab onto her tightly and say, "I know." We stay like that for a little before I hear a jingly of keys being thrown towards us. I let go of Robin and watch as Steve catches a set of keys that were thrown to him.

I look in the direction they came from and see Erica and Dustin looking over at us. "We gotta go," Dustin says, waving towards the exit. We all nod and quickly make our way out of the mall. As Steve opens the double doors to exit he exclaims while tossing the keys up, "Oh, man, this... this is what I'm takin' about!" I laugh while Robin asks, "'Toddfather?'" "Oh, screw Todd! Steve's her daddy now," Steve says back to her, putting an arm around my shoulders. "Oh god," I whisper, blushing a little bit at the words. "Did you just talk about yourself in the third person?" Robin asks him. I move out of Steve's arm and get into the passenger seat while Steve jumps in the driver's side. "Did he just call himself daddy?" Erica asks. Robin leans over to whisper in my ear, "What the hell do you see in him?" I laugh nervously and blush more while Steve asks everyone, "All right, where are we going?" "Weathertop," Dustin answers. "Weather-what?" Steve questions, not knowing what he's talking about. "Just drive," Dustin wines at him. "Okay. Jesus!" Steve snaps back at him. Steve starts the car and quickly reverses so we can leave the mall and head towards the place Dustin mentioned.

We drive for a while, talking about what we are going to do when we get to Weathertop when Steve asks, "Jesus, how far is this place, man?" "Relax, we're almost there," Dustin snaps at him. I turn back to the three in the back and say to Robin, "We need to get this car." Robin laughs at me and nods her head. Robin looks over to Dustin and asks him, "Suzie must be pretty special, huh? I mean, if you built this thing and lugged it all the way to the middle of nowhere just to talk to her?" "I mean, nobody's scientifically perfect, but Suzie's about as close to being perfect as any human could possibly be," Dustin brags. "Idk, I think Y/n's pretty perfect," Steve whispers to me, I smile softly at him and blush. "She sounds made-up to me. She sounds made-up to you?" I hear Erica ask. Steve looks back at her and hesitates and looks back at the road. "Why are you hesitating, Steve?" Dustin asks, offended that Steve doesn't believe him. "I'm... I'm... I'm not! I'm not! I think she sounds real. You know, totally, absolutely real," Steve tries to save himself.

"Left. Turn left," Dustin directs, changing the topic. "There's not a road here," Steve exclaims and looks around. "Turn left now!" Dustin yells at him. Steve turns left really hard and yells, "Jesus! Hang on!" I grab onto the seat and try to stay in it. He turns onto the grass and yells, "Whoa! Henderson, where are we going?" "Up!" Dustin yells back at him. I turn back to the back and notice Robin almost looks like she's about to be sick. Steve tries to drive us as nicely as he can up the hill but it's too bumping to really be ok. "We're not gonna make it!" Robin yells up to us. "Yes, we are. Come on, baby. Come on, baby!" Steve yells at the car. We get halfway up the hill when the car starts to give out. "Come on. Come on," Steve grunts at the car. "Come on!" He yells again while putting more pressure on the accelerator. "Guess the Toddfather has its limitations," Robin sarcastically tells Steve. Steve lets out a breath and looks over to me and turns the engine off angrily. The rest of us get out of the car and make our way up to the top of the hill.

As we near the top of the hill, I hear Mike on the radio say, "Scoops Troop, do you copy?" over and over again. "I'm gonna kill that kid," I whisper to Robin who nods in agreement. We reach the radio only to hear Murry say, "Bald Eagle. This is Bald Eagle!" Dustin grabs the radio and says, "Copy that. Good to hear your voice, Bald Eagle. What's your 20?" "We reached the vent. I'll contact you when I need you. Until then, silence." Murry says to us. "Roger that, Bald Eagle. This is Scoops Troop, going radio silent. 10-10, over," Dustin tells him. Dustin looks up at us and Steve pats him on the shoulder. "How long do we need to wait?" I ask after a few minutes of waiting. Dustin shrugs and answers, "Don't know. Hopefully not too long." I nod and lay down on the grass near the radio to wait for Murry to radio back in. Robin sits down next to me while Steve walks back and forth a little bit away from us.

After a few more minutes the radio beeps and Murry's voice comes through saying, "Scoops Troop, this is... Hm. Bald Eagle. I've reached another junction." "This is what?" Dustin asks us to work out where Murry is located. "The fourth junction," Erica answers. "All right, so if memory serves, this is right after the My Little Pony thesis." Dustin thinks out loud. "We went left, so he has to go right," Erica adds on. "Right," Dustin says at the same time Erica says it and turns his radio back on. "Fly right, Bald Engle. Fly right," Dustin says into the radio. "Roger that, flying right," Murry says back to us. "What's the My Little Pony thesis?" Robin asks when the radio isn't on. "Don't get him started," Erica warns her. "Get him started? Just tell me..." Robin starts to ask but Steve interrupts and calls back to us, "Hey guys?" We all look over at him and see flashing in the distance. We move over to him and see that it's about where the mall is located.

We run back over to the radio and Dustin calls the mall group in panic. "Griswold Family, this is Scoops Troop! Do you copy? Over!" Dustin yells into the radio. "Griswold Family, I repeat, this is Scoops Troop. Do you..." Dustin starts to say again when a creature shrieks on the other side of the radio. "Griswold Family, do you copy? Do you copy?" Dustin screams into the radio, more panicked. Instead of a reply from the group, another very loud roar comes through the radio. "Griswold Family, this is Scoops Troop. Please confirm your safety!" Dustin yells into the radio over and over. "Are you en route to Bald Eagle's nest? Please confirm your safety! Someone, please just answer. Is anyone there? Just answer! Anyone, please answer me!" Dustin yells. "Dustin," I whisper, putting a hand on his shoulder. "No!" He yells while shrugging my hand off his shoulder. "Griswold Family, do you copy?" Dustin continues to yell into the radio, more monster shrieking being heard whenever he's not yelling.

I look worried over to Steve but he's looking off in the distance and gets up and runs away from us. "Where are you going?!" I yell while he runs away. "To get them the hell outta there! Stay here, contact the others!" He yells back at me. I shake my head and look at everyone here. "Keep calling," I tell them before running off after him. "Y/n!" Robin yells after me but I ignore her. "Shit," I hear her whisper and a "Wait, Robin!" From Dustin and a "Stay in touch." "What the hell are you two doing?" Steve yells when he notices Robin and I running after him. "We're coming with you idiot!" I snap at him while jumping into the passenger seat. "Get back up there!" Steve yells at us while Robin gets into the front seat. "Just drive!" I yell, pointing in the direction of the mall. "But you need to stay safe," He whispers/yells. I roll my eyes and say, "I'll be fine. We need to go help everyone else. So go." He reluctantly nods and starts the car to drive back to the mall.

[skylarstark4826]

The ocean was calm tonight.

Quiet and tranquil, with gentle waves lapping at her toes, inviting her into the depths.

She kicked off her sandals, picked up the hem of her dress, and waded further into the surf. She stopped when the water kissed her knees, dropping her dress into the tide. 

"Attuma." Okoye's voice was a whisper, but she knew he heard her. He always did.

She waded further out until the water was mid-thigh. He was close; she could feel it. 

"Attuma," she called again, voice still soft.

Not even a full minute passed before strong arms encircled her waist, pulling her body back against his broad chest. "In yakunaj." 

Okoye smiled into the night sky, sinking into his embrace. "Sithandwa sam."

"You are far from home, K'iino'." Attuma's voice was a rumble that moved through her like thunder. She ran her hands along his wet forearms, feeling his corded muscles ripple under her touch.

She hummed and turned in his arms, staring into his dark eyes. He wasn't wearing his armor, just his shark helm and rebreathers. She caressed his chest, running open palms over the familiar ridges of his scars, and locked her arms behind his head. Okoye pushed up on her toes, so they were face to face, trusting him to hold her up. 

"My home is with you, is it not?" she asked, staring into his dark eyes. The love she saw in them brought a peace she'd lacked in the weeks he'd been gone. "Perhaps my need for you outweighed my patience," she smirked, shrugging.

Attuma stroked his hands across her bare back, swooping low to rest on her ass. He chuckled low in his throat. "I have been remiss in my duties. My wife should never have need of me."

Her smirk widened into a full smile, and her heart threatened to burst from her chest at the title. His wife. There was a righteousness in that. Something pure that soothed her soul. 

"And what will you do to rectify your errors?" she asked playfully, massaging the base of his skull.

"Nothing less than what my duty requires," he answered gruffly, squeezing her behind none-too-gently. 

"My husband is nothing if not dutiful," she said, huffing a laugh as he scooped under her thighs and wrapped her strong, toned legs around his waist. 

Attuma turned and walked them back toward the shore, settling on a soft grassy knoll away from the sand. The airship she'd commandeered was parked further into the tree line. The moon was their only light, but it was more than enough. 

Okoye sat astride him, tracing random patterns over his shoulders and neck. Her fingers glided over his rebreather, removing it gently after a nod from her husband. Their eyes never left each other as she placed the mask carefully on the ground. His headdress was the next to go, landing softly on the grass next to them. Okoye ran her fingers through his hair, massaging his scalp gently. Attuma's hands roamed over her body, rubbing wide circles from her thighs, up her hips and waist, around her back, and up to her nearly-bare shoulders before repeating the pattern over and over again. 

They were close, closer than they'd been in nearly a month. Their chests rose and fell in tandem as they breathed each other in. Okoye brought one of her hands from his hair to trace the shape of his face, studying the features already ingrained in her memory. The deep ridge of his brow, the bump in his nose, his full lips. He was a beautiful man. 

He was her beautiful man. 

Okoye inhaled sharply when he nipped at one of her fingers with pointed teeth. He kissed the finger in apology and pressed another kiss into her palm. She leaned forward, resting her forehead on his. Their lips met in a whisper, lightly caressing each other before it grew in intensity. His tongue delved into her mouth, reclaiming that which was already his. He held her tightly, pressing their bodies together until there wasn't an inch of space between them. Okoye broke their kiss, chest heaving against his as she tried to catch her breath.  

"Did you come all this way to sit on my lap, K'iino'?" Attuma taunted, a breathless whisper across her lips.

"Would you mind if I did?" she whispered back, nudging his nose with her own. 

"No." His answer was immediate. "I cherish every moment we are together. Without you, my world is dark, devoid of even the stars. When we are apart, I long for you as the desert longs for rain." He began pressing small kisses to her lips as he spoke. "Your brilliance captivates me. Your beauty entices me. Your passion ignites mine." Attuma rained kisses down her neck, his grip tightening on her hips as she began to roll them into his. 

Okoye buried her fingers in his hair, pulling him impossibly closer as he decorated her neck with love bites.

"You were made for me, crafted by the gods and molded by the stars. Just as I was made for you. Our souls are bound in this world and every other. There will never come a day that I don't hunger for you. You are mine, Okoye. And I am yours." 

She moaned his name into the night sky as he sucked a mark on the column of her throat. Her grip on his obsidian waves tightened as she dragged his head away from her neck. 

They stared at each other for a moment, breath mingling in the electrified air. Their next kiss was hard. Tongues and teeth meeting in a fervor that conveyed exactly how desperate she'd been without him. His honeyed words only fanned the flames of her desire. He yanked the thin straps of her dress down, and she wiggled out of the top half so the dress pooled at her waist, exposing her breasts to the open air. 

Attuma wasted no time. He cupped her breasts and ran his thumbs over her pebbled nipples. Pinching and pulling them until she gasped a curse into his mouth. Her back arched, pushing her chest further into his hands. He pulled back from her lips and stared at his wife. She whined as their lips parted, and he wrapped a firm hand around her neck, preventing her from giving chase. Her eyes were glazed over, unfocused as she ground her hips into him. 

He kissed her swollen lips softly, whispering, "Hush, in yakunaj. I have you."

Okoye ground down again, moaning at the feel of his arousal through their clothes. She threw her head back, and Attuma ducked his head to her breasts, taking a sensitive peak into his mouth and squeezing her throat with his hand.

Then suction. 

Sweet, sweet suction. 

Okoye was sure she would come undone right here. She felt like she was on fire, and Attuma's mouth stoked the flames of her passion. She writhed in her husband's lap as he lavished her breasts with attention. He let go of her throat and palmed the cheeks of her ass, grinding his erection into her core. He nibbled on one stiff nub, forced a cry from her, and she shuddered.

She needed more. "Attuma, please!"

He chuckled, low and dark. "Taj muk'óolal [Patience], K'iino'."

"I- ah! I have no capacity for patience," Okoye hissed, fisting her hand in his hair and scoring her nails into the skin of his shoulder. She undulated atop him, grinding to attain the pleasure he denied her. "I have been without you entirely too long for patience."

Her husband bit the underside of her breast sharply in warning, bruising her hips in his grip as he flipped her onto her back. He loomed over her, arms caging her body as he stared down at her with dark eyes. Smoldering kisses stole her breath as he ground his manhood into her core. Then he was moving down her body, pressing kisses and bites to random bits of flesh. 

Okoye's nails dug into his shoulders as he sucked a harsh bite into the top of her thigh. 

"Fuck." She would return to Wakanda covered in evidence of his love.

Attuma licked and sucked at the bite, soothing it with his tongue. "In time, jats'uts. Allow me to worship you first." 

Okoye could only nod in response as he bunched the wet skirt of her dress up and kneeled between her thighs. She reached up and pulled him into a wanton kiss. 

"Líik'il [Lift]," he commanded, breaking their kiss and tugging at her dress.

She lifted her hips, and he pulled the dress free, tossing it to the side. He groaned at the sight of her blue lace thong, soaked with her own arousal. He leaned down, peppering kisses from her knee to her inner thigh, nuzzling the top of her slit through her panties before descending back down the other leg. 

She opened her mouth to beg or curse him but could only choke out a strangled moan as he covered her mound with his mouth, sucking her in.

"Always so sweet, in yakunaj," Attuma murmured, licking his lips.

He lapped at her again, swirling the wet lace around her clit. She keened at the sensation, hips bucking into her husband's mouth. Her hands found their way back to his hair, twisting her fingers in the damp waves. Attuma pulled away, dragging her thong with him. He cast it off to the side, uncaring of where it landed. 

He pushed her thighs apart, forcing her to spread herself before him and grinning at the sight. Attuma ran the pads of his fingers up and down her slit, pressing lightly on her clit. Okoye writhed beneath him, begging sweetly in her mother tongue for more. He didn't answer, merely pinned her down to devour her sex with focused intensity. 

Attuma drank in her pleasure, greedily moaning at the taste of her. He wanted only the sweetness of her filling his mouth. He pulled her throbbing clit into his mouth, sucking with abandon. His wife mewled and writhed beneath him. He pressed her apart further and increased the pressure on her sweet pearl, fluttering his tongue across the bundle of nerves. 

Okoye sobbed. Her nimble fingers tangled in his hair as he drove her to the cusp of her release. 

"Myeni [Husband]," she begged, breathless, "nceda! [please!]"

Pulling away from her clit, he ran his tongue up her glistening slit, swirling it around her pearl. Sucking it back into his mouth, Attuma grazed it with his teeth. Okoye cried out, a strangled, stuttered shout of his name, and flooded his mouth with her release. He continued his ministrations, hoisting her legs over his shoulders and pressing one, then two fingers into her clenching heat. 

In and out, Attuma worked his wife through her first release before curling his fingers just so, sending her spiraling into another. Her thighs clenched around his head, and she wailed her pleasure to the stars. He removed his mouth from her but didn't stop the punishing pace of his fingers. 

Attuma surged upward, claiming Okoye's lips in a bruising kiss. She whimpered into his mouth, tasting the remnants of her essence on his tongue. Her mind was blank, drifting in a blissful state. 

"My precious wife, so wet for me," he murmured against her lips. "I can feel you tightening around my fingers, in yakunaj. Are you going to come for me again, diosa?"

Okoye let out a needy moan and shuddered, burying her face in his neck. Her hands grasped at him wildly, clutching his shoulders and back while her hips rose to meet his every thrust. All she could feel was him. The strength of his hips between her legs, the raised texture of his scars along his chest and shoulders, the rough rhythm of his fingers driving her to the edge of euphoria. 

"Ko'oten wo'osal [Come for me], Okoye," Attuma commanded. 

Black spots danced at the edge of her vision as her third climax slammed into her. She keened, her body convulsing on the grass. Her nails scored his back, and Attuma hummed, pleased at the flood of her arousal that dripped down his wrist, pooling on the ground below them. 

He slowed his fingers gradually, easing her down, murmuring sweet words in Mayan, pressing sweeter kisses to her lips.

She whined as he pulled his fingers from her body. "A-Attuma."

"K'iino'." He peppered kisses across her face, allowing her to catch her breath.

 Attuma sat back and removed his loincloth, groaning as his wife wrapped a firm hand around his length. She stroked him languidly, pulling him toward her aching center. He hissed as Okoye dragged the tip of his member through her wetness. 

"Yatan [Wife]," he growled, squeezing her thighs, "ts'aa in polla ichil [Put my cock in you]."

"Taj muk'óolal, wíicham," she teased, throwing his words back in his face. But she had no more inclination to wait than he did. 

Okoye's breath hitched as Attuma's cock nudged her clit. She was more than ready to take him, to feel the burning stretch of him as he split her open. Tilting her hips up, she placed the weeping head of his cock at her entrance and locked her legs behind his back. Her arms wound around his neck, and Attuma groaned as he sank into Okoye's velvet heat. 

He filled her slowly, invading every sense until she could feel nothing but him. Attuma gazed down at the other half of his soul in adoration. Her skin glistened under the pale light of the moon, shining like the earth after Chaac's blessing. Breathy sighs of pleasure left her lips, a symphony meant only for his ears. Okoye's eyes fluttered shut as their hips met, overwhelmed with sensation.

"Open your eyes, in yakunaj."

Okoye blinked dazedly, her eyes unfocused. 

Attuma rocked into her, delighting in her sharp gasp. 

"Open, Okoye."

She opened her eyes, meeting his heated gaze. Her pupils were blown wide, a thin ring of brown around endless black.

He thrust again, watching as her brows furrowed and her mouth fell open. 

"Have you missed this, in K'iino'?"

He could feel the quiver of her thighs as she tightened around him. Attuma began a shallow rhythm, working his cock inside of her. 

"Have you missed the way your husband's cock fills you?"

His only answer was a moan as he sped up his thrusts. Attuma unwound Okoye's arms from his neck, kissing her palms before pinning her wrists above her head. He held them there with one hand, bringing the other to toy with her nipples. His strokes never stopped, withdrawing almost entirely before plunging back in, unrelenting. 

"Have you missed the way I fuck you, in yakunaj?"

Attuma's hips snapped into hers harshly, punching the breath out of her lungs. Her eyes slammed shut, and she threw her head back, baring the dark expanse of her throat to him. He drove into her with hard, punishing strokes, filling her completely every time. He released her wrists and took hold of her throat.

"No answers for me, hm? Has my wife lost her ability to speak?"

Okoye rode the cusp of delirium, her body feverish. He shifted one of her legs to his shoulder, delving impossibly deeper, and her pleasure rocketed to new heights. 

"Ah! At- Attuma! " She cried his name to the gods, hips bucking as she chased her next release. Her nails scorched trails of fire down his forearms. 

"There you are." His grin was feral, white teeth glimmering in the dark night. "Come for me, K'iino'."

Attuma fucked Okoye through her orgasm, relishing in the sweet feel of her clenching around him. He didn't give her the chance to come down from her high. Swift and agile like his wayob, Attuma flipped his wife onto her front, pulling her to her knees. 

He plunged back into her, giving no quarter. 

Okoye sobbed, overwhelmed at the feeling of Attuma taking her. He was relentless and thorough, and she knew he wouldn't stop until he'd had his fill. Or she collapsed from exhaustion. 

She felt him jogging his hips searchingly, seeking that secret place inside her. Realizing what he intended, Okoye scrambled for purchase on the soft grass, pathetically attempting to pull away. She reached back in vain, hoping to stop Attuma's efforts, but he swatted her hand away and tightened his grip on her hips. 

"At- tuma! Ple- ase! Bast, I can't!" Okoye panted, breathless from the force of his strokes. 

"You can," he asserted, still pistoning in and out of her, unfazed by her efforts, "You will. And once you do, I will fill you with my seed until it drips from your body." 

Okoye could only moan as her back arched further, burying her face in her arms. Her mind was clouded, lost in the haze of ecstasy. Unconsciously, she bore down, rocking back into Attuma, fucking herself on his thick cock.

“Lelo' tuláakal, jats'uts. Ch’aik a ki' janal [That’s it, beautiful. Take your pleasure]," he praised her, delivering a sharp slap to her ass. 

With a rough snap of his hips, Okoye keened, a bolt of white-hot pleasure racing up her spine as he found what he'd been searching for. She gasped a curse and tried to jerk away, but Attuma maintained his iron grip on her. 

He thrust his cock into her with deadly precision, establishing a brutal rhythm. Every stroke forced a cry from her lips as he fucked her with ruthless purpose. The debauched sound of skin meeting skin and Okoye's ardent cries created a cacophony that drowned out the gentle sounds of the ocean. 

Attuma's hand reached between her legs and began rubbing her clit in hard, fast circles. Okoye shrieked and felt every muscle in her body tensing as he propelled her to the edge. He thrust once, twice, and pinched her clit. 

An electrifying shock of blinding pleasure sliced through her, and Okoye screamed.

She thrashed, muscles spasming violently as the dam broke and a gush of wetness poured from her.

Attuma grunted, his thrusts faltering at the feel of her sex clenching around him. He came with a low, guttural groan, spilling into her, filling her with warmth.

Okoye's body went limp beneath him, her muscles still spasming. He eased his cock from her, soothing her as she whimpered weakly. He grabbed his rebreather and laid down beside her. Attuma hauled Okoye on top of him and began massaging her undoubtedly sore muscles. He hummed a soft tune of relaxation, hoping to soothe her aches. 

Okoye nuzzled into Attuma's chest, feeling sated and exhausted. She lay on top of him, smiling, warm, and content in his embrace, relaxed by the soft tune he hummed. 

"Have I fulfilled my duties to your satisfaction, in K'iino'?" he asked softly.

Okoye chuckled, hiding her face in his chest. "I'd certainly say so."

"Good," he said, and Okoye could hear the smugness in his voice. "I strive to be the best."

She rolled her eyes playfully. "The best, hm?"

"Yes," he answered simply, running his large hands across her back. "It's nothing less than what you deserve."

Okoye froze, tears pricking her eyes. Just when she thought she couldn't love this stupid shark man anymore, he had to go and say something stupidly sentimental that made her heart soar. She blinked rapidly, fighting the urge to cry. 

"Attuma," she breathed softly. "You don't have-"

"I do," he said firmly. "You are Okoye, daughter of Kioni, General of the Armies of Wakanda, the Most Fearsome Warrior on the surface world. You are the sun that brightens the sky and the other half of my soul. My perfect match in every way. There are not words for all that you deserve, but I will endeavor until my dying breath to be all that you need."

Okoye cursed softly as the tears she fought fell without her permission. Her husband's love was overwhelming in the best way. It filled all the holes in her armor and shielded her vulnerable pieces. The world was ruthless, and life could be cruel, but here, in Attuma of Talokan's arm, there was safety and solace. Here, there was comfort and peace. 

Her overly-sweet husband took off his rebreather, nuzzled her cheek, and kissed away her tears. "Don't cry, in K'iino'."

"I can't help it, you stupid shark. You and your ulwimi olunobusi."

"My tongue is only honeyed because I've drunk from the sweetest source in this world."

"Yeka!" she cried, covering his mouth with her hand, laughing as he kissed her palm.

He laughed with her, and she cupped his face as they sobered. Okoye stared into her husband's eyes, stroking his cheek. 

"You are more than I could've thought to pray for and more than I ever dared to dream of. I am honored to be your wife and honored to have you as my husband." She kissed him lovingly and sighed, laying back down on his chest. 

"You're going to be an amazing father."

Attuma hummed, savoring her words and the feel of her lips on his. Then her words hit him.

"K'iino'?"

[natsfirecat]

Everything Included

Summary: reader experiences the good and the bad, but has people who love her and stick by no matter what

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x fem Stark!Autistic!reader

Word count: 1.5k

Warnings: anxiety attack, lmk if i need to add any more!

A/N: i wrote this as both a comfort fic for myself (yes i did that i do what i want 😌) and for autism awareness month! everyone experiences autism differently, but this is based on my own experience. but i hope you enjoy! :D

"May 7th, 2010"

"January 21st, 2015,"

"August 2nd, 2015,"

"November 4th, 2015,"

"June 29th, 2016,"

Sam opened his mouth, about to ask you for another date of an event when Steve put his hand up.

"I think she's proven that she's incredible with dates," he said.

You grinned, standing a little taller.

"Do you have like a photographic memory or something?" Sam asked.

"Yep!"

Once again, he was interrupted when he opened his mouth to ask you another question.

Through the door behind you, came the woman you loved more than anything. You recognized the familiar pattern of her footsteps as she walked closer.

Natasha carefully wrapped her arms around your torso, allowing you to lean back into her.

"Hi," she mumbled against your skin.

You brought your hands up to meet hers. You tapped each of your fingers along her palm, feeling a sense of calm run through you.

"What's going on," she asked, kissing your cheek with no regard for Steve and Sam.

"Your girlfriend here was just showing off," Sam said. "Y/N and dates, man,"

You giggled, leaning back even further into Natasha's arms.

"That would be the autism," you said nonchalantly.

Sam and Steve both tilted their heads to the side, but you had already turned your attention back to your girlfriend. You turned around in her arms, bringing your hands up to cup her face as she ran her hands through your hair.

"Alrighty then," he said with a shrug.

"Well, you're also a Stark," Steve said.

Still facing Natasha, you shrugged and grinned.

"Yeah, I guess those two make a good combo whenever I have to do anything with numbers,"

The two men wanted to ask you a little more, but they could tell you had gone to your own little world with your lover.

You had completely forgotten they were there, allowing yourself to be picked up by Natasha as she carried you back to your bedroom.

As you lay in bed together, you pulled the blanket up to cover your shoulders as you wrapped yourself around your girlfriend.

Your forehead was against hers and your hands were connected.

"They're not wrong," she said with a small smile. "It is impressive, whether it's from your autism or just being Tony's daughter,"

"I guess," you said, shrugging.

You leaned in, gently grazing your lips over hers.

"I am proud of who I am," you told her. "But right now, I'm most proud of being Natasha Romanoff's girlfriend,"

She laughed, then reconnected your lips. She could say the same thing.

-

"Are you cold?" You asked Bruce, noticing the way he was shivering.

"No, I'm just huddling for warmth for no reason," he snapped.

You raised an eyebrow, crossing your arms.

"Why would you do that?"

He was about to retort before you were both called into the meeting room by Steve.

You sat next to your father as everyone began piling in, waiting for the meeting to start.

"We can do better," he started. "In fact, I know we can do better,"

Your heart dropped at his words. You began fidgeting in your seat as he continued on.

"Some of us need to work on our aim, and sticking to the plan," he said as his gaze swept the room.

Now, your stomach twisted and turned; you had missed a few of your shots on this last mission.

You turned towards your girlfriend across the table. She felt you staring at her, so she motioned to Steve with her head, indicating for you to listen.

Was Steve trying to indirectly call you out? And was Natasha trying to indirectly get you to listen to him calling you out?

Your palms began to sweat as he continued to criticize the flaws of the last mission.

What if you weren't a good fit as an Avenger, and they'd kick you off? Maybe Steve was trying to warn you ahead of time?

Before you knew it, your breathing quickened. You tightened your fists, focusing on the shiny wooden table in front of you.

Would Natasha still want to be with you if you got kicked off the Avengers? Would your own father be ashamed of you?

You hadn't realized how noticeable your anxiety was. Steve stopped talking the moment your breathing was louder than his words.

When you felt everyone's eyes on you, it was too much. You stood up, walking through the door as fast as you could.

You could feel tears building up, so you bit your tongue as an attempt to suppress them until you got to your room. You folded in on yourself, only looking forward as you kept walking.

By the time you reached your room, you slammed the door behind you. Quickly making your way to your bed, you grabbed the closest pillow and hugged it tightly.

Tears began streaming down your face as your heart kept pounding even faster.

You were about to be kicked off the Avengers who had become your family. The love of your life would break up with you, and you’d never be able to show your face again.

As you squeezed the pillow as tight as you could, your chest began to hurt. You shut your eyes, feeling the strain as your face pinched together that tight.

Your face was completely buried against the pillow. So much that you didn’t notice the door open.

Tony sat down on the edge of the bed, not touching you, but making his presence clear.

When you felt the bed dip, you poked your head up to see who it was. When you saw your father staring at you with concern, your eyes widened.

“Y/N…” he said softly.

“Are you gonna kick me off the team?” You asked quickly, still squeezing the pillow.

His head shot back as his eyes widened in surprise.

“What? Why would you even think that?”

“The meeting… I feel like Steve was trying to call me out without using my name. I know I messed up on the mission, Dad. So I’m worried that meeting could’ve been a warning before kicking me off.”

“No, not at all!”

As soon as the words came out of his mouth, your body managed to relax a bit. You loosened your grip on the pillow, feeling your heartbeat begin to slow.

“Well what was it all about then?” You asked.

“Just between you and me, Capsicle tends to project his own mistakes onto others. He was the one who missed the vital shot. He doesn’t want others to do the same, so that’s why he said it like that,”

“Oh…”

“And even if you were the one who messed up, we’re not kicking you off the team. That’s not even a possibility, okay?”

You sat up and leaned against his side as he wrapped an arm around you.

“Okay,” you said, feeling the sense of worry leave you.

Before either of you could say anything else, a knock against your door prompted both of you to sit up and turn that way.

You recognized the knock, so you immediately said to come in.

The door slowly opened, revealing your girlfriend on the other side.

Natasha and Tony exchanged a glance, so he got up and waved a goodbye so she could take his spot beside you.

Once the door closed again, she took your hands in hers, running her thumb against your skin.

“Hey,” she said. “Everything okay?”

You squeezed her hands gently, showing her that you appreciated the gesture.

“I’m proud of my autism and all, but sometimes it’s hard,” you admitted. “I thought Steve was trying to kick me off the team, and then you’d break up with me or something,”

Her face dropped as she drew a deep breath in, but she let you continue.

“I do like the fact that I’m great with dates, numbers and such. But sometimes I feel like life would be easier if I were different,”

“I can understand that, and you’re allowed to have your own feelings about this. But Y/N, you shouldn’t have to change yourself for the world,”

You weren’t quite sure what to say, so you just gave her a nod.

“I love you. All of you; which includes your autism. I know it can be hard when things like today happen, but I love you no matter what, okay?”

You nodded again, adjusting yourself so you were now sitting on her lap, facing her.

“Okay,”

You leaned forward, gently pressing your lips against hers before resting your forehead on her own.

“Can we just stay in here for a bit?” You asked, feeling relieved when she nodded. “And watch Grey’s Anatomy? Season 8 episode 7?”

Your girlfriend smiled, reaching to the nightstand to grab the remote.

You felt her wrap her arms around you as the episode started.

Our society was designed for neurotypicals, so things could be hard at times. But like Natasha said, you shouldn’t have to change yourself for the world. And you certainly wouldn’t be changing yourself for her, who loved you exactly as you were.

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[amphxtrite]

cedric diggory x fem!reader

warnings: smut, alludes to innocence kink, experienced cedric and first time reader, oral (both male and female receiving), praise kink, daddy kink, use of pet names, alcohol, fluff at the end.

do not read if you are uncomfortable.

summary: the reader has never been with anyone when she transfers to Hogwarts for her last year, what happens when a party, fire whisky and a game of ‘never have I ever’ push her to ask the infamous playboy how to love?

a/n: hey everyone, it’s been a while! bear with me this ones still being edited but I finally finished it so here you go!

hope you enjoy!

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Sunlight streams from a window into Cedric’s eyes, slowly waking him from his slumber to throw a stabbing headache at him, a consequence for his activities the previous night. Sitting up and glancing around the room that was not his, the blue and gold accents decorating the four posters made it obvious which dorm he was in, and glancing down at the mess of black hair beside him, who’s was it?

“Fuck, not again.” Cedric murmurs, standing and tugging on his trousers and buttoning up his shirt, walking out the doors as the girl in the bed begins to stir.

After winning the Triwizard tournament Cedric had become almost a celebrity in the wizard world. He was handsome, smart, and now a champion of the deadliest competitions in the world. He gave Gilderoy Lockhart a run for his money at Witch Weekly’s Most Charming smile. The fame was everything he wanted and more, and with the girls practically throwing themselves at him, it wasn’t long before he became a notorious play-boy too, rumoured to give the best anyone ever had, before disappearing the next morning.

Sitting down at the hufflepuff table, next to his mates, Cedric reaches across the table and grabs an apple from a basket in the centre of the table and takes a bite, nibbling slowly as a headache pounds through his head.

“Hello there Diggory.” A voice laughs, dropping down beside the hufflepuff. Cedric turns his head to see Zacharius staring at him with an eyebrow cocked.

“Y-Yeah, what’s up Smith?” Cedric sighs, turning his head and massaging his forehead.

“Oh don’t tell me you were drinking again cap’n!” Zacharius groans, taking a swig of milk from his cup. “Doesn’t matter.” Cedric shrugs, shaking his head.

“We’ve got a game today!” The blonde exclaims, poking Cedric in the head.

“And we’ve got it! I’m only a little hungover.” Cedric smirks, pushing Zach back with his elbow.

Zach rolls his eyes and pulls his wand out of his pocket, “this should clear your head a bit.” He states, tapping the tip to Cedric’s forehead and muttering a soft spell.

Cedric smirks, instantly feeling the cool feeling of the drink’s impact being brushed away.

“Thanks mate.” He sighs.

“No problem Ced, now let’s get down to the pitch captain, we’ve got a match to win yeah?” Zach laughs, grabbing a slice of toast.

“Yeah, let’s go.” Cedric grins, standing and walking out of the cafeteria with Smith beside him.

“Wake up sleeping beauty!” The giggle and squeal of your new roommate wakes you, followed by a pillow to your face.

“Ah- Brinley!” You groan, sitting up immediately, and grabbing the pillow before she tries to throw it again. “Today’s tour day and then a surprise!” Brinley laughs in a song-like voice.

“W-What time is it?” You sigh, bringing your hand to your eyes and rubbing away the sleepiness.

“Doesn’t matter, it’s the weekend and Hogwarts is huge!” Brinley smiles, falling onto her own four-poster and closing her curtains.

“Get changed y/n, then the tour will commence!” She declares like a quidditch commentator.

“I got it, I got it.” You call out, throwing your covers off of you and quickly getting changed, eyes still barely opened as you pull a sweater over your body and call out to Brinley.

“Brin ‘m ready.” You sigh, standing up from your mattress and tucking your wand into your pocket.

“Finally, c’mon!” The brunette cheers, throwing back her curtains and grabbing your hand to lead you out of the dorm and out the common room.

You spent the rest of the day running from class to class, from courtyard to ‘special corridors.’ Seriously, where did this girl get all her energy from?

“Oh and there are some house ghosts! Oh- over here is the Charms classroom!” Brinley continues, tugging harder on your arm and stopping abruptly.

“Brinley what the-”

You’re cut off by Brinley’s sigh of content and legs practically melting beneath her.

“Look.” She smiles in an almost dream-like voice.

Your eyebrows furrow but you follow your gaze over to a group of boys in yellow robes, laughing and shoving each other about, you note the design as quidditch uniforms, they must be a team. You glance back over at the awe-struck girl to see her smirking with her finger in her lip.

“Cedric Diggory, tall brunette with the perfect smile.” Brinley giggles, nodding at the boy in the centre. “Playboy, school golden boy, Hogwarts champion…” She sighs, leaning against you.

“He’s absolutely stunning. There’s a rumor he can get a girl’s knickers off minutes after he pulls them away.” She breathes with glee, undressing the brunette with her eyes. You smirk at her and find your gaze following the hufflepuff’s frame.

Your eyes trail up with chest, taking in his toned shoulders and strong arms before admiring his long digits underneath his tight fitting gloves, how they flex and stretch as he walks.

Finally your eyes fixate on his face. Piercing grey eyes that seemed to stay serious even while he was smiling, the colour of storm clouds over a forest, calm but strong.

Moving downwards you trace down his defined jawline and cheekbones, sure to have anyone crawling on their knees for him. Soft pink lips almost gave the illusion he was innocent, but as soon as they pulled up to reveal a smirk, you could tell he was experienced, daring, the kind of person up for any kind of challenge, even if it meant jumping in harm’s way.

It was a face everyone in the wizarding world grew to know, the handsome hufflepuff that had not only survived, but won the triwizard tournament, he’d managed to get the entire world swooning for him.

“Hey there captain, where are you heading?” Brinley calls to Cedric once he’s close enough to hear.

“Back to the common room, can I help you sunshine?” Cedric murmurs, stopping for a moment.

“I’d like you to meet my new friend, Ceddy, this is y/n.” Brinley smiles, taking your hand and pushing you forwards.

“Well hello there y/n, say that’s a pretty name.” Cedric smirks, reaching out and taking your hand.

“O-Oh, thank you.” You smile, shaking his hand gently as he raises your fingers to his lips to press a kiss to them.

“What do you say we get away?”

“We just met Diggory, don't get cocky.” You laugh, watching his smirk grow.

“Oh, so the kitten has claws?” Cedric teases at your sudden change in tone.

You blush, and Cedric chuckles softly. “No worries, nice to meet you kitten.” Cedric nods, walking off with the rest of his team.

You’re frozen for a moment, feeling the heat grow in your face and in between your legs, did that really just happen? You blink, turning back to Brinley who has a huge grin on her lips.

“Oh I can see this…” She murmurs, glancing back and forth at you and the hufflepuff.

“Didn’t you just say you like him?” You laugh, raising an eyebrow at her.

“I said he’s hot, not that I like him, there’s a difference, kitten.” She smirks smugly, putting emphasis on your new nickname.

“Haha sunshine, any chance we could go get something to eat? I’m starved.”

“Why would you need something to eat when there’s a full course meal right ahead?” She jokes, winking at you with a playful smirk.

You roll your eyes and she slaps you gently on the shoulder.

“Hey! I’m teasing, come on it’s almost lunch anyways.” Brinley giggles, grabbing your arm once again. “After lunch I’ll show you the pitch, I have a feeling you’ll love your surprise.”

Lunch is quick and uneventful, you manage to sit down long enough to grab a sandwich, but as Brinley glances around at a clock her eyes widen and she takes your hand.

“On second thought lunch can wait, your surprise starts in ten minutes and we need to get good seats!” She laughs apologetically, placing a sandwich into her mouth as she pulls you away, luckily with yours still in hand.

“Let me guess, the surprise is a quidditch game?” You question, catching up to Brinely and walking by her side.

“You got me, just thought it would be nice for your first day.” She shrugs, walking out the door of the castle and starting across a grassy field.

“Sounds fun, who’s playing?” You ask.

“Hufflepuff, obviously, and Ravenclaw, bound to be an exciting one.” Brinley squeals, swinging her arms back and forth. “Oh?” You add.

“Ever since Cedric and Cho broke up their games have been pretty interesting.” She elaborates with an awkward smile. “Some people say they still sleep together, but everyone knows it’s because they both get hot and bothered when they’re drunk in the same room.” Brinley hints, raising both of her eyebrows.

“They sound… serious?” You joke half-heartedly as the brunette beside you breaks into a fit of laughter. “Both of them have made it crystal clear they do not want to be together, both of ‘em seem to be impossible to tie down.” Brinley giggles, catching her breath to calm herself before the two of you get to the stadium. “Exciting.” You shrug, beginning to climb a flight of stairs up to the seating area with Brinley close behind you.

“Oh that’s Hogwarts for you.” She sighs playfully, pushing you further up and forwards to find a seat.

“Now, I want a nice fair game, all of you!” Madame Hooch calls to the two teams facing off at the centre of the pitch, every player nods to the referee and she throws the quaffle up into the air, signalling the beginning of the game.

“Here it goes.” Brinley smiles excitedly, practically bouncing in her seat.

You watch in awe as the chasers fly skillfully across the pitch, passing the quaffle with speed and perfect aim, only for it to be cut short by another player who then goes zooming in the other direction. The quaffle is in possession of hufflepuff, then is stolen by ravenclaw but taken back again. Every moment is filled with suspense and when Ravenclaw scores the first goal the section of the stadium filled with blue goes wild. Up above the beater’s are hitting bludgers back and forth, defending their teammates before sending it off to the other side again. Their movements are smooth and strong, hitting every swing on the dot. The keeper’s are positioned defencefully at each end of the stadium, using tactics to save the quaffle you had never seen before. They maneuvered themselves back and forth quickly and forcefully, even taking quaffles right in the stomach to stop them. You winced more than once trying to watch the Keeper’s save each goal.

Finally, up above were the seeker’s flying up, down and around the pitch in full alert for the snitch, both Cedric and Cho had their goggles pulled down over their eyes and their heads snapping back and forth every second. You could see the competitive nature in Cho with her teeth gritting everytime Cedric dove a little too quickly or turned to try and trick her. If Cedric was having fun with this he wasn’t showing it. His lips remained sealed in a tight line and by the looks of it his jaw was clenched, both of the seeker’s hair were blowing behind them even though there was almost no wind, almost blurs compared to the other player’s a little ways below. A yellow blur here and a blue blur there was all you could see, then they would stop, scan for a moment and wait. You nibbled on your bottom lip as the scores began to grow, each team displayed new tactics the other didn’t know and soon Ravenclaw was leading 170-130. Even the golden snitch wouldn’t be enough to help them win, and you could tell there was some slight hesitation on Cedric’s face as he kept scanning.

As if he knew you were staring, Cedric’s head moved for a moment, glancing down over in the direction you were sitting in and among the sea of people, he found you. Neither you or Brinley were wearing any house colours other than the colours blue and yellow painted across both of your cheeks, guess you couldn’t make a decision, he chuckles, flying a little closer to the booth you’re sitting in, and in a teasing manner he removes the outer jacket of his quidditch uniform and drops in down, right onto your lap.

“Hold onto that for me won’t you kitten? It’s getting rather hot.” He shouts, pushing back his slightly matted brown hair and throwing a wink your way. He watches you nod bashfully, before chuckling and turning back to the game. Teasing you was so fun, how could he resist.

Turning back for a moment he catches Brinley nudging you gently with her elbow and your eyes roll as your cheeks go a light shade of pink.

He grins, but then sees it, the score has changed in his favour and as his smirk rises, he dives.

Your eyes widen as you watch Cedric plummet towards the ground. Did he spot it? Did he see the golden snitch? Cho seems to notice this too and begins plummeting down in Cedric’s direction from the other side of the stadium. You lean over the edge of the railing with Cedric’s uniform still in your arms, eyes zipping about trying to find the familiar flash of gold when, out of nowhere, Cedric looks up, and pulls the front of his broom forwards and skywards again. A loud uproar erupts from the crowd at the stunt Cedric manages to pull, leaving Cho gritting her teeth harder and stopping for a moment right at the ground before pulling up again.

Up above where Cedric was heading, you saw it. The golden snitch flutters above the stadium moving from left to right, up and down. You look over at the scoreboard and your mouth drops. 170-150, Cedric had spotted the snitch at the perfect time right as he had distracted Cho into thinking he was diving for it. You’re sitting on the edge of your seat as the chase begins. By now the sky was already changing colours, the bright azure had faded into a mix of baby blue and pink, creating a very serene backdrop for such a heart-racing chase. The snitch was as mischievous as ever, dropping down, moving to the side, up and then running away with Cedric right behind, his fingers just grazing the back of the shining snitch before losing touch again.

Cho was beginning to catch up and her gritting teeth changed into a smirk as she began to tail Cedric. Her arm raises and she begins to push herself further, almost neck and neck with the hufflepuff when the snitch jumps up suddenly, pausing for a moment as if to watch the two seekers practically leave it behind.

To it’s dismay however, a hand wraps around it at the last moment and grips it tight. The whistle is blown and every stand erupts in cheer.

Cedric sat on his broom, panting and throwing his fist, containing the snitch up into the air over and over again. A huge grin is plastered on his face as he cheers in victory and his team swarms him and starts patting each other on the back. The group of seven touch down and cheer in unison as the stands begin cheering a mix of “hufflepuff” and “Cedric” You smile, watching the seeker high five his team mates and push back his hair once again.

You don’t even realize you’re clutching his quidditch robe right against your chest until the scent wafts up into your nose and your eyes slowly drift downwards.

At first all you can smell is faint hints of citrus lingering for a moment, but taking a deep breath the soft but powerful mix of musk and sandalwood cologne fills your senses, you smile. The earthy cologne suited Cedric. Glancing around, there seemed to be no eyes on you, so you raise the fabric closer to your nose and get hit full force by the sweet aroma. It was just strong enough to make your knees go weak, but not enough to be overpowering, perfect. You smile to yourself, but feel a pair of eyes looking at you. Looking down at the pitch again, your eyes meet a pair of sharp gray ones and you know he has caught you. Cedric smirks tracing his tongue over his teeth before turning and walking into the changeroom.

“Hufflepuff won so you know what that means!” Brinley squeals, taking your hand gently and helping you stand. “What?”

“Party in the common room tonight dummy, come on!” She exclaims, tugging you off again.

“But the ro-” You interject.

“You can give it to him at the party, now hurry up!” Brinley cheers, cutting you off and running with you in tow back to the castle.

By the time Cedric and the rest of the hufflepuff team reached the common room, the area was already filled with dancing students, drinks and people making out left and right. Cheers and applause went up for a moment as the winning team stepped into the busy room, before stopping again so the partying could continue.

Your eyes had been scanning the entrance ever since you stepped in, so as soon as you saw the familiar gray eyes and brown hair you stood to get to him but Brinley, already a couple fire whiskeys in, grabbed your hand.

“Don’t h-he’s gonna go take a shower now, don’t wanna talk to him, he stinks.” She murmurs out in between giggles. You roll your eyes and look back up again, but sure enough Cedric has disappeared and you sit back down.

“You sure you don’t want to- drink some?” Brinley asks, lifting a cup to your nose.

“Brin I need to be sober enough to give it back to him, later okay?” You smile, pushing the cup back to the brunette. She mutters a short ‘suit yourself’ in response.

For a while you simply sit on the couch with your leg bouncing nervously up and down, you keep glancing back and forth at the clock and the robe in your hands and as you finally begin tuning Brinley’s drunk rambling out, Cedric emerges from the boy’s staircase in a casual white t-shirt and gray sweatpants. Standing again, you weave your way through the crowd and tap Cedric on the shoulder to get his attention. He turns to face you and a playful smirk lifts his lips.

“Well hello there kitten.” He teases softly.

“Hey Ced, h-here’s your robe.” You manage to stumble out, words getting caught in your throat as glistening beads of water slipped down from Cedric’s damp hair down his cheek.

“I don’t know, you seemed pretty attached to it after the game.” Cedric chuckles.

“Oh, t-that. That was nothing just-” You’re cut off by another voice.

“Y/n, they’re doing a drinking game, come on we have too!” Brinley laughs. “Oh hi Ceddy, would you like to join?” She asks, taking both of your hands.

“Sure sunshine, lead the way.” Cedric shrugs, ushering you forwards and nonchalantly placing his hand on your waist.

The three of you take a seat on the couches again and are handed a cup by another student.

“What are we playing?” You ask, turning to Cedric.

“A muggle game called ‘never have I ever.’ You just take a shot if you’ve done something they say.” He explains, thanking the person who begins filling up your glasses.

You nod and take a deep, trying to focus on your drink and not Cedric’s hand resting on your hip.

They start off with generic questions, “never have I ever broken a bone,” “never have I ever broken up with someone,” “never have I ever lost a bet.”

Soon at least everyone had taken at least one drink, you included.

“Alright, never have I ever had sex!” Brinley questions smugly, watching as one by one everyone threw back their drink with a smile, only to stop on you.

Her eyebrows furrow, “aren’t you gonna take a drink y/n?”

“Oh- aren’t the rules if you have done it?” You question, worried you had been playing the game wrong.

“No-no it is. But you’ve never ‘done the deed’ before?” She asks, tilting her head in confusion.

“Well, no.” You state, shrugging.

“Honey, are you saying you’re in your last year of school, and you’ve never had a good shag?” She giggles, losing her filter with the amount of drinks she had.

“Brinley!” You scold, burning up with embarrassment.

“Aw, y/n!” She coos, wrapping you in a tight hug as if you were a lost puppy. “You’re so innocent and sweet, it’s adorable.” She slurs, giggling and turning back to the game.

Your lips purse and your eyebrows furrow. It wasn’t that you didn’t want to do it, you just never had the chance. You kept repeating it over to yourself as if that would change anything, but your mouth remained sealed and your eyebrows furrowed.

Cedric notices your change in demeanor and leans down closer to your ear.

“Are you alright kitten?”

It may have been the alcohol giving you a boost in confidence, or maybe the teasing you couldn’t stand, but you squeezed your legs together shamelessly right for Cedric to see.

Glancing up at the brunette you shake your head and stand from your spot, you extend your hand out for Cedric to take and he obliges, allowing you to lead him down to a more secluded area next to the boy’s dormitory staircase.

“Is everything alright?” Cedric asks as you cut him off.

“C-Can you help me?” You stammer out, wringing your fingers together.

“With what y/n?” Cedric implores, tilting your chin up to face him.

“Y-You’ve done it before right? A lot?” You continue, feeling your face grow hot.

“Listen kitten, I can only help you if you tell me what it is.” Cedric states firmly.

You swallow your pride and feel your knees buckling under his intense stare, with all the courage you can muster, you take a deep breath and murmur.

“Can you show me how to do it, c-can you fuck  me?”

Cedric’s eyes widen and he has to blink the shock out of his eyes. He’d never been asked to help someone through their first time, he found it surprising you would ask him of all people, but at the same time, it was no secret he had done it all when it came to this and your request had his cock hardening in need.

“Alright kitten.” Cedric smirks, taking your hand into his and leading you up the stairs to his private head-boy room. “If you want a lesson, I’d be happy to give one.” He chuckles darkly.

You can already feel the arousal from his words alone dripping from your core to your panties as you nod slowly. Cedric pulls you into his dorm, shutting the door behind him in locking it.

“Now be good darling, and let me teach you.” Cedric smirks, pinning you against the wall and lifting your chin up to him. “Y-Yes…” You respond shyly.

“Yes, who?” Cedric teases, leaning closer to you and ghosting them right over yours. “Call me whatever feels right, kitten.” Cedric smirks, noticing you deep in thought.

“Yes daddy.” You respond meekly, almost like a question. Cedric’s eyebrows raise and his mouth begins to water at your words.

“Say it again, louder.” Cedric teases, placing his hands on your hips and squeezing tightly.

“Yes daddy!” You repeat louder, watching as Cedric’s sharp gray eyes go dark and his lips are on yours. Cedric groans as your lips mould to his, and he takes the lead, moving you in sync with his movements and tilting your chin for better access.

The brunette had never had a lover call him any nicknames before, they usually stuck to his name as he fucked them, but Merlin was this better.

His hands fly to the hem of your sweatshirt as he breaks the kiss for a moment to throw it off before connecting your lips again, slowly prodding his tongue along your bottom lip as you submissively open your mouth to give him access.

Cedric glides his tongue against yours gently swirling it around, taking in the taste of strong firewhiskey essence left on your breath and the sweet smelling perfume on your skin.

His hands travel down your chest and onto your hips as he drags your pants down by the waist, leaving them in a pool around your legs, leaving you only in your bra and panties.

Not taking his lips off yours, Cedric takes your hands and places them at the hem of his white shirt and you get the message, slowly, you take the soft fabric in between your fingers and tug it up Cedric’s chest, pulling back to maneuver it over his head and dropping it on the ground beside you. Taking your hands into his again, Cedric guides your hands to his torso and chest, inviting you to touch him as he deepens the kiss once again.

You oblige and place one hand on his toned shoulder and the other finds its place around Cedric’s abdomen and on his lower back, pulling you impossibly closer to the hufflepuff.

Your breath hitches as you feel the brunette’s hard length pressing against your lower stomach and you pull away from the kiss for a moment to look down and gulp nervously.

Cedric looks down at you teasingly, watching your eyes go from excitement to anxiety.

“What’s wrong kitten? Do you want to get on your knees for your daddy?” Cedric chuckles, placing his nose against your ear and whispering in a hushed tone.

“Y-Yes daddy, but-”

“Shh, daddy has it covered, kitten.” Cedric smirks, bringing his long digits up and placing two in front of your lips.

“Now show me what you want to do, and then we’ll put those lips of yours to real use.” Cedric nods, doing his best to keep himself upright as you nervously open your mouth and take his fingers down to the knuckle, Cedric swallows his urge to just fuck you right there and bites back a groan as your tongue begins swirling around his fingers. Your movements are slow and timid at first, but you move your hand up to hold Cedric’s fingers in place and begin moving your head back and forth, moving quickly but taking your time to drag your tongue up and down Cedric’s long digits.

“Fuck that’s perfect kitten.” Cedric smiles weakly, feeling his cock begin to throb in desire.

“Does it feel good daddy?” You ask, pushing Cedric back a bit so you have room to get down on your knees. “Yes, so good.”

You smile and pull down Cedric’s sweatpants by the waistband and his hand finds its way into your hair, softly at first, but as his length finally springs free, his grip tightens and you smirk knowingly.

Taking Cedric’s shaft into your hands you begin teasing the hufflepuff’s tip with your tongue, running it up and down his thick shaft as his grip on your hair tightens and soft groans leave his lips. You pause for a moment, and Cedric, sensing your fear, places his other hand on your jaw and gathers your hair into his hand.

“You’re doing so well, kitten, making daddy feel so good.” Cedric sighs contently with a grin. Your smile returns to your face and you nod, taking Cedric’s length into your mouth as far as you could and using your hand for what you can’t reach, and like with his fingers you begin swirling your tongue around, testing the waters and glazing up to see Cedric’s reaction.

Eyes closed, mouth agape, and incoherent curses spilling from his lips, you feel your confidence grow and you pick up the pace, bobbing your head back and forth and slowing down to tease his tip. You grow daring and attempt to go deeper, and as Cedric feels his tip hitting the back of your throat he lets out a low groan and feels his hips rolling gently.

With tears pricking your eyes you take Cedric’s cock as the arousal in your pussy grows and with eyes clouded by pleasure, the gray-eyed hufflepuff smirks.

“Use your finger kitten, and make circles around until you find the right spot.” Cedric instructs, watching your hand travel down past your stomach and into your panties.

You experiment around, slowly moving upwards until you feel it, a sudden burst of pleasure hitting you right in the perfect spot..

“Mmh!” You moan, moving your fingers faster against your clit, finally feeling the need in your lower stomach being satisfied.

Your moans send vibrations up Cedric’s shaft and send the brunette doubling over in pleasure with one hand on the wall behind you for support.

“T-That’s it kitten, fuck.” Cedric sighs, watching your hand move back and forth against your clit while your tongue swirls addictively against his cock.

For a moment, with his eyes practically rolling into the back of his head Cedric forgets ‘the lesson’ and delves deeper into the pleasure, his eyes train on your lips wrapped around him and your fingers moving innocently, still too nervous to go deeper, the feeling of you gagging was enough to get him to snap out for a moment and let go of his grip on your hair.

“W-What’s wrong daddy?” You ask, looking up to Cedric with wide eyes.

“N-Nothing, it’s just time for our next lesson.” He explains, helping you up and leading you over to his bed.

Pushing you backwards onto the bed, Cedric watches intrigued as your eyes fly about his room instead of looking at him and he bites back a smirk.

“That’s enough kitten, lay back.” Cedric commands.

You oblige immediately, slowly lowering yourself onto the soft bed and wringing your fingers together over your stomach.

Cedric pauses, dragging his eyes over your body and taking in every curve, you feel the insecurity bubble in your stomach and you move your hands to hide it, when Cedric grabs them and whispers a simple, “don’t, you’re beautiful.”

Your face flushes red and you allow Cedric to place your arms at your side before hooking his fingers on the sides of your soaked panties and pulling them down.

The full scent of your arousal hits him full force and the sight of it glistening all for him made the wish to just drop to his knees now unbearable.

“Okay kitten. I want you to spread your legs and play with your clit again.” Cedric orders, stepping back and crossing his arms.

“W-What?”

“Spread your legs and fuck yourself with your fingers, kitten.” Cedric repeats, watching in amusement as your eyes widen and your lips purse nervously, legs spreading and fingers finding themselves on your clit nevertheless.

“L-Like this daddy?” You ask, gently teasing your fingers down your slit.

“Faster kitten.” Cedric replies plainly, smirking to himself.

You gasp suddenly as your digits begin to pick up the pace, moving in circles around your throbbing clit. “L-Like this?” You pant, throwing your head back gently as the pleasure

“That’s perfect darling. How does it feel?” Cedric smirks.

“Good. So-So good!” You squeak, curling your toes at the euphoria rushing through your abdomen and through your veins as you push your fingers faster and faster.

Your hips buck upwards and your panting grows heavier as your thoughts and movement begin to grow erratic. Cedric licks his lips and steps forwards, lowering himself down onto his knees and prying your hand away, he watches in delight as your eyes widen in confusion at him, your mouth opening and closing as you try to regain your thoughts.

“Just relax, kitten.” Cedric coos, inching closer and licking a thick stripe up your core, lingering seductively on your clit as he pushes it around with his tongue.

“O-Oh fuck.” You moan, tightening your grip on the sheet as you watch Cedric suck gently on the sensitive bud. His large calloused hands massage your thighs as he works, gently caressing them as they shake in pleasure.

He shifts his attention downwards, letting his tongue slide down until he reaches your slit and then, agonizingly slowly, he begins to dip the tip of his tongue in and out, again and again, watching you shake and whine impatiently, waiting for you to break.

You try to pull him closer to you by burying your hand into his hair and tugging on him, but he keeps his pace, no matter how hard you buck your hips or grind down on him he persists until finally you beg.

“Please daddy, please. I-I need you! Fuck go faster.” You cry in pure need.

Cedric smirks to himself victoriously and obliges.

“Whatever my princess wants.”

As if a switch was flipped Cedric begins darting his tongue out as quick as he could, going in and out and lapping up and down.

The hufflepuff moves his hand from your thigh and begins slowly teasing you as his tongue swirls around your clit. You whimper at the feeling of his fingers sinking into your slit and grind your hips instinctively at the feeling. Your core clenches as Cedric’s digits pick up the pace, your mouth parts over and over again, trying to find your voice, but no words come out. You couldn’t think, couldn’t move, all you could feel was Cedric fingers thrusting in and out of you and his tongue sending delicious shockwaves up your stomach it was too much, but it felt so fucking good. You could feel your body clench and something tightening inside you that kept tugging everytime Cedric’s fingers slammed back into you.

Cedric chuckles to himself, sending even more vibrations up your core. He knew what was coming. Your breathing was growing erratic, your hips were bucking and you were squirming around in his grip.

“Do you feel that kitten?” He smirks, watching as you nod vigorously.

“Let go, darling. Relax.” Cedric hushes in a soft tone.

His fingers don’t stop as you finally give in, white flashing your vision as you cry and feel your release, crying Cedric’s name over and over again as he helps you ride out your high.

“Beautiful darling.” He murmurs, cleaning you off with his tongue as you whimper in response.

“How are you feeling? We can stop if-”

You cut him off.

“No! P-Please daddy, it feels so good I want more.” Your eyes widen at your own words and your face flushes a deep shade of red, you look down.

Cedric’s eyes widen for a moment before his grin returns and he nods.

“Very well then.” He murmurs, ditching his sweatpants that were wrapped around his ankles and climbing onto his bed.

Pushing you back gently he positions himself above you and takes his lips into yours in a soft kiss, waiting for you to return it.

Your eyes close and you tilt your head to the side, allowing Cedric to part his lips and tease his tongue along yours.

You breathe sharply in through your nose as the taste of your pussy still lingers on Cedric’s lips, but you find yourself moaning at the sensation, wrapping your arms around Cedric’s neck to pull him closer to you.

His hands move to your back where he skillfully unclips your bra, breaking the kiss for only a second as he pulls it from your arms and tosses it away.

Before you even realize it his lips are on your again, harder this time and far more passionate, he moves his lips slowly but fully, making you moan in satisfaction.

You feel your arousal grow again as heat builds up in your core, you swing your legs impatient around Cedric’s torso in a wordless plea to fuck you.

Cedric smiles into the kiss and without removing his lips from yours he uses his hands to loosen the grip from your legs and place them back on his bed. He pushes them apart and gets himself into position, before slowly pushing his length into you. You drew a sharp breath as he pushed deeper into you, but the sharp feeling went away almost immediately as you shifted yourself into a more comfortable position.

Cedric has to restrain himself from starting as he waits for your permission to start. Being your first time, he didn’t want to accidentally hurt you, or start before you were ready.

He lets out a breathy groan, you wrapped around him so perfectly, he had to pull away from your lips for a moment to bite his lip.

You capture his lips back into yours and whisper softly for him to start, Cedric doesn’t hesitate and begins to roll his hips in and out, building speed with each thrust of his hips.

“Fuck kitten you feel so good.” He moans, moving his lips to your neck and sucking on the sensitive skin as you sigh in pleasure.

Your breathing came out in rough pants with each thrust from Cedric’s hips, mixing with moans of ecstasy as he filled you up each time, hitting the spot deep in you that had your toes curling and your head lolling back.

“Faster daddy please!” You cry as Cedric nods and quickened his pace making shallow but thorough thrusts and sent vibration all the way up your body and through your veins.

“F-Fuck right there.” You beg, holding onto Cedric’s back like your life depended on it.

“You’re doing so well for me kitten, f-fuck.” Cedric praises causing light shivers to go down your spine.

You whimper softly.

Cedric chuckles softly as he buries his neck in your neck again and bucks his hips, burying himself fully causing a sharp gasp.

“Kitten you feel so good wrapped around my cock, Merlin I could fuck you for days.” The brunette murmurs darkly.

Your face darkens even more and you can only squeak out a small ‘thank you’ before Cedric begins snapping his hips back and forth again.

“Oh- oh fuck.”

“You like it when I praise you kitten? Tell you how perfect you feel while I fuck you.” Cedric taunts, pressing hard kisses down your neck.

“Yes daddy, I love it!” You shout, tightening your grip on his back as Cedric thrusts faster and harder

The tight sensation in your stomach was back and it was getting harder to hold in your climax with Cedric thrusts still hitting your core perfectly.

“D-Daddy, I’m so close.” You pant, arching your back and dropping your head into the pillows below you.

“I-I’m almost there kitten, you’re doing so well.” Cedric breathes, moaning in pleasure as you clench suddenly, trying to keep your release at bay.

“It’s alright darling, cum for me love.” Cedric murmurs, connecting your lips once more as his thrusts grow slower. You nod firmly, arching your back and feeling your eyes roll back as ecstasy pulses through your being.

The shockwaves from your release and the sound of your voice shouting his name pushes Cedric over the edge and after one final thrust his vision flashes.

“Oh fuck y/n.” He moans, slowly rolling his hips to ride out his high.

Cedric smiles as he finishes, collapsing gently beside you.

“How was it, kitten?” Cedric asks teasingly, placing his hand on your cheek.

“W-Wow.” You mutter after a moment. “It was perfect Ced, I learned so much.” You smile.

“That's great kitten, you did… amazing.” Cedric smirks, finding his voice getting caught in his throat as he speaks.

You glance out the window and see darkness pouring through the glass panes.

“M’ getting tired Ced.” You sigh, getting ready to throw the covers off and try to get back to your room.

“Hey, hey. It’s alright. You can stay here, I’ll clean you up.” The hufflepuff insists, sitting up suddenly and grabbing his wand.

You nod and close your eyes for a moment, he murmurs a spell and when you open your eyes again you are cleaned off and Cedric was walking towards you with clean clothes, wearing his sweatpants again.

“Here, I-I’ll get you some water.” he smiles, laying a large t-shirt and a pair of his boxers onto the bed.

You nod meekly and sit up carefully to grab the clothing.

Shrugging on the shirt, you watch as Cedric makes his way to his door.

“Thank you by the way.” You sigh hoarsely, smiling to yourself.

“Yeah, no problem. I’ll be back in a moment.” Cedric nods, opening the door to his dorm and leaving.

“Godric…” Cedric sighs to himself as he leaves. For a moment he leans on the door and just breathes. This was just supposed to be a ‘lesson.’ A one night thing where you’d be together one night and forget. But, how was he going to forget? The way you touched his skin, said his name, called him ‘daddy.’

Fuck.

By the time he reached the common room the party had died down to only the hufflepuff students who were either passed out or cleaning up.

The refreshments table still had a few pitchers of water no one had touched so Cedric grabs one and two cups before turning and walking towards the stairs.

When he returned you were half passed out on his bed, your eyes flutter lightly as he walks in and Cedric can’t help but smile. You look so beautiful lying there, exhausted, but absolutely stunning.

“Hey, I brought you something to drink.” He whispers, pouring you a drink before helping you sit up.

“Mm-” You nod, taking the cup from his hand and drinking it.

The cool water feels amazing down your dry throat, you smile and thank him again before handing the cup back to him and collapsing back into bed.

“I-I’ll sleep on the floor.” Cedric mutters, placing the cup onto his bedside stand.

“No- Can you stay with me, please?” You murmur out suddenly, shifting to the side of the bed and snuggling yourself into his blanket.

“Yeah, of course.”Cedric smiles, sitting beside you before laying and getting situated in the covers.

You turn as soon as he’s comfortable and cuddle yourself into his chest.

“G’night Cedric.” You yawn, feeling your fatigue pull you into unconsciousness.

“Goodnight y/n.” The hufflepuff murmurs, wrapping his arms around your torso and resting his chin over your head.

There was something soothing about your breathing, the scent of your hair, the feeling of your skin against his. Something about you felt right, you felt perfectly sculpted against him.

Almost, ethereal.

But you deserved so much better than him. More than a playboy that has used every trick in the book. More than someone who could barely remember his nights because of alcohol. More than him.

You were innocent, more or less, compared to him. You still had a chance.

He sighs, pulling you closer to him.

For tonight though it didn’t matter, you were asleep peacefully in his arms and he was there with you. You could make the choice in the morning. But for now he was here, with you.

And that was all that mattered.

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winding through [ hunter ]

⋯ SUMMARY ; after returning from a long mission; hunter seeks out the only way to calm his senses

⋯ PROMPT ; run — for your muse to run their fingers through mine’s hair

⋯ WARNINGS ; female!reader, mentions of headaches + general fluff

at the sound of the internal passcode, you release the ramp lock. hearing it extend down to let the rest of the batch up and into the marauder. you stand from your seat, rushing to meet them when hunter brushes past you quickly.

“is he... alright?” you question quietly as hunter stumbles toward his bunk. hand pressed into his forehead as he attempts to rid his armor. your eyes soften slightly at his struggle, an uncomfortable feeling settling in your chest upon seeing him in pain.

“ah, yes. he will be fine. just simply overexerted himself while out. he just needs rest.” tech answers, and given his response, it seems as this had been a normal occurrence. sensing your hesitation on the matter, tech shoots you a reassuring smile, “i’ve already given him a stim for the pain, he just needs to sleep it off. i wouldn’t worry about it.” he disappears a second later, eyes locked back on his datapad. 

echo, wrecker and omega climb up the ramp a second later, sparing glances over towards the sergeant curled up in his bunk. omega’s smile falters, moving to go comfort him when echo stops her with a shake of his head, “just leave him for now ‘mega. he needs some quiet.” he states, turning to specify the last bit towards wrecker as he nods.

you watch as everyone busy’s themselves with quiet tasks as tech makes the jump to hyperspace -- heading back to cid’s to complete the job and get paid. it’s not until you clear the bulkhead, separating the bunkroom from the main space, that you realize your feet carried you in there. the door sliding open for the briefest moment before your walking over to hunter’s bunk.

he whimpers slightly, pressing his face further into the pillow. his head is pounding, so much that it feels as though his brain may be jettisoned out as if it were an airlock. nails digging into the pillow as another ripple of pain shoots across his forehead.

the pain builds in your chest as you take a seat on the edge of his bunk, careful not to accidentally bump him in anyway as you turn to look down at him. he winces painfully, eyes scrunching as he gently moans through the pain. 

gently you reach out, fingers loosening the red bandana around his forehead before placing it off to the side. there is a small sigh of contentment as his brown locks flow free. hestiantly, your fingers drift up, combing through his hair as softly as possible, “what are you doing?” a hoarse voice asks, scaring your slightly as you pull back your hand.

“i just... your head was hurting... and i just thought...” you rambled, trying fully explain yourself without sounding awkward before huffing and gathering your thoughts, “when i was a little girl, anytime i was sick, the family healer would always rub my head or back as the medicine sank in. it was... comforting and worked well. i thought since i run my fingers through your hair anyway, it might help.”

hunter seemed to ponder for a moment, before nodding, “please.” you slid forward, fingers brushing through his locks before starting the motion over again. he hums gently into the pillow, head tilting ever so slightly to chase the movements of your fingers. it continues well into the night, adding quiet hums of old lullaby's you use to hear growing up and caresses of the back.

until hunter is brushing your hands away before sitting up, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead, “thank you, cyare. don’t know what i would do without you.” you chuckle briefly, before eyeing him curiously, “how did you deal with these before i joined your team?”

“usually, just tuffed it out. slept for a whole day while tech kept me boosted on some stims to ease the pain. so, believe me when i say i’m grateful for your assistance.” he stands, holding out a hand for you to grab before he’s pulling you back toward the main part of the ship.

echo and wrecker quickly observing how short it took for hunter to recover, “you seem... better.” echo comments, drawing the attention of tech, who comes into the hold to see what the fuss it about. just as surprised to see hunter up and moving so quickly, “yeah, well... i had a great nurse.” he shoots you a smile just before omega bounds up to him with an excited smile, showing off her newest piece of hardware she and tech had put together.

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something like this | s. crosby

summary: sidney has always wanted someone like her and confess as much to her

wc: 1,573

warnings: mentions of hospital/injury, one sexual innuendo

The low, metronomic beeping of the monitor keeps a steady, consistent beat to the familiar, dulcet hum of a female voice. In his drugged, cloud nine-like haze, Sidney does his best imitation of a grin, the gloriously soothing tone of her words easing him out of his concern.

"Sid?" her whisper is followed by the warm press of her fingers against the skin of his upper arm, a sweet reminder of her unwavering support. "Are you awake?"

He is; but the boy fights the grin that is sure to give him away in order to keep the easy flow of her rambles going, enjoying her vivid stories and the giggle at the end of her words as she confesses the minuscule details of her day to him. She believes him to be fast asleep, for her words to be nothing but a useless hum, and he enjoys the unexpected imtimacy of the affectionate gesture.

"I see what you're doing," she speaks again, the edge of her words exploding into the melodic tumble of her soft laughter. However, she doesn't cease her talking. "I'll just keep talking and making a fool out of myself so you can pretend you're asleep."

Sidney can't help the glimmer of love that warms his hospital blanket-clad body, a small, tender smile tugging at the edges of his full lips, revealing himself. Her fingertips trail over the carved outline of his cheekbones and brush against his hair as he finally opens his coffee-colored eyes. He gives her a earnest smile, the edges of his eyes crinkling as his dark eyes travel over her face, his full, pink lips splitting open into a wide grin to reveal shining teeth. She mumbles a soft, calming greeting and caressed his cheek a second time with the tips of her fingertips.

“So you gonna fall asleep again so I can tell you what Mat did next?” She asks, the edges of her lips curled into a playful smirk as she teases him, fingers still running agaisnt the midnight strands of his short hair in a loving manner.

Sidney can’t help the gentle, genuine laugh that rumbles from his chest, his grip on the pale blue hospital blanket loosening as he lets his palm fall flat on the curve of her knee. He nods quickly, eager to keep hearing her soft speech and tease her back, “Yes of course. My bad.”

He doesn’t catch the small smile that lights up her face because his dark lashes are already falling flat agaisnt his faintly flushed cheeks. She doesn’t waste another second launching into a detailed discription of her colleague, Mat’s experience with a particularly awkward run in with their boss. As she gently lulled him farther into the comforting clutches of sleep, Sidney tried his very best to keep his facial expressions netural but failed quite badly, which propelled her further into making him laugh. As the tall hockey player felt sleep finally take him, he felt overwhelmed with the buzzing, delicious feeling of love. He was consumed by the complete love he held in his heart for the girl still talking and running her fingers through his hair. He was too deeply in love to even think properly. And Sidney loved every minute of it.

———

Sidney couldn’t feel the light press of her palm agaisnt his as the white lab coat clad doctor filled the couple in on his prognosis and what the steps leading them forward would look like, a detailed, and frankly terrifying process that would have Sidney recovering and ready to return on the ice in a month or so. His breath was strained through his lungs, his jaw dancing with a clenched muscle as he tried to reign in his fears and desire to lace up his skates without a practical thought about the nasty consequences. Sidney just wanted to return to the locker room and resume being captain, and knew the only way to that was through the plan the doctor was currently laying out. Which scared Sidney to his bones if he was allowed to be completely honest.

“Sid,” she called, eyes watching her boyfriend closely as the hospital room door clicked closed in the wake of the doctors exit. Nerves clung to her limbs but she shook them off in order to ease Sid and his tense posture. She tried again, more forcefully. “Sidney.”

His chin dips and he finally slides his cinnamon coloured eyes to lock onto hers, trying to mask his evident fears. But she knows him far too well to skip the flicker of fear shining in his irises or the slight quiver of nerves that shook his large hands. Instinctively, her palms slide over his, fingers knitting tightly with his in a subconscious attempt to ease his shaking.

“It’s gonna be okay,” she nods, refusing to break eye contact in order to get her confidence across. She could tell he was scared, as was she, but she understood that in the end, all would work out. And they would be ok.

“I know.” Sidney tries again, blatantly deflecting.

Her lips quirk into a soft, knowing smile, her eyes flickering up distractedly as she brushes his hair back from his forehead. She smiles deeper absentmindedly, a smile that Sidney adores with all his heart. He felt a tiny fraction of his terror fading away like ice thawing in his veins.

“You don’t have to act like you’re not worried, Sid.” her eyes dropped to hold his loving gaze, her lips set in a firm line. “You don’t have to always be the strong one. That’s what I’m here for.”

A tight breath eases from his lips as his eyes close lightly, his heart settling back into its former steady pace of calm at her carefully chosen words. He was grateful, for her presence and the pressure of her fingers in his and the weight of her words. He’d never experienced a love like hers, where she loved him wholly and unconditionally, allowing him to remove all his amored layers and bravado. He revealed his true self to her and she had only kissed him passionately and grinned like he’d given her the best gift she could receive, repeating her daily mantra of how much she loved him. Sidney had never felt more loved than he did at that moment. His heart swelled fondly at the memory, the edges of his lips turning up in a doting smile.

“Thank you,” he breathed, a little unsure of what exactly he was thanking her for, but the statement was truthful.

She responded with a light, fleeting kiss pressed to his temple, her palms reaching up to softly cup the sharp curve of his jaw. He waits with baited breath, but soon relaxes fully under her loving gaze content with just staring at her.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispers, the syllables falling softly from his chapped lips in a unintentional audible confession.

She blinks at the unguarded, genuine compliment she knows he must mean, when she’s been curled up in the uncomfortable hospital chair beside his bed for the past two days, sleepless nights smudged under her eyes and dressed in his old clothes. She feels the burn of her cheeks under his gaze and the compliment. Sidney catches the slight embarrassment and reaches out to brush his thumbs under her eyes. “You’re cute when you get flustered.”

She rolls her eyes in response, mouth curving into a mirthful grin.

“Yeah, yeah, why don’t you fall back asleep?”

Sidney reaches out and hooks his fingers the the belt loops of her jeans, pulling her closer and onto the narrow mattress, shifting his own body to accommodate hers. “Only if you sleep with me.” he replied, coffee coloured eyes gleaming with flirtatious mischief. His fingers don’t loosen their hold, instead going to grip her hips and pull her flush to his side, savouring the warmth radiating from her smaller figure now dwarfed by his size. She curls tightly to his side, fingers digging into the material of his shirt and leg falling over his as his palm cups the underside of her thigh before it gave away to her knee. She hums with a soft laughter, commenting that she’ll think about his desirous proposal, ignoring the fact they both knew she’d already complied. Sidney settled in with a long, adoration filled kiss to her hair that didn’t hold a drop of lust. He grins at the tired lilt to her voice as she mumbles softly into his thin shirt, the reverberations flowing through his chest. His fingertips smoothed over her hair as he breathed deeply, catching her familiar scent. “I love you so much.” Sidney whispered into the layers of her hair as she promptly fell asleep to the barley audible confession, meaning every syllable with his whole heart.

When her breathing has evened out, a soft almost imperceptible whistle of her breath as she falls into a deep, dream-less sleep upon his chest, fingers tightly curled in the material of his thin shirt, as if she can’t fathom letting him go, even in sleep, Sidney reveals his truest confession.

“I’ve always wanted to be loved by someone like you.” his words are hot and hit the top of her forehead before he kisses her skin. Sidney is quick to brush a stray eyelash from her cheek. “And now I have you. And I’m not letting you go.”

[multifandomimagines]

Let Me Show You - A Theo Raeken Imagine

Characters: Theo Raeken x Reader

Word Count: 3469

Summary: Reader is feeling stressed and insecure, so Theo wants to be there for her and make her feel perfect.

Warnings: Smut (female-receiving oral and vaginal), insecurity, mentions of IED

Written by: Josie

A/N: Keep reading after the cut 👀

Disclaimer: GIF isn’t ours - credit to who it belongs to

Y/N sighed as the puffy red eyes of her reflection stared back at her through the mirror. This week had been… different. Every little thing had been going wrong, and each day brought more and more emotion, stress and insecurity. Her under-eyes were dark with exhaustion and her smile wasn’t as bright as it usually was - that is, when it showed itself anyway.

She didn’t even hear when her bedroom door opened and closed softly, didn’t register the light footsteps across her carpet moving toward her; not until the eyes of her boyfriend met hers in the mirror, round with concern. Seeing him so suddenly would usually have elicited a wide grin from Y/N, and she would jump into his arms, wrapping her legs around his waist. Yet, in the state she was in, his arrival made her feel as if she could finally let it all out. Her emotions overwhelmed her like a tidal wave, and her eyes prickled with tears.

“Theo,” she whispered, her voice cracking, and hurriedly turned around to bury her head in his neck. Almost like a reflex, Theo held her tightly to his chest as she cried, his hand rubbing up and down her trembling back. He slowly walked them backward until his legs hit the edge of her bed, and pulled her shaking body onto his lap.

“Shh, baby,” Theo hushed her sobs tenderly. “It’s okay.” Her head had made its way back to his neck, Y/N couldn’t even look up at him. He wouldn’t show it, because he had to be strong for her, but seeing his girl like this broke him to pieces inside. She was the only person who saw the good in him when everyone else tossed him aside as either a failure or a villain. Either way, he was a lost cause in the eyes of most people. Everyone really… well, everyone except her. Out of all of the people Theo had met in his life, he knew Y/N deserved to be happy more than anyone. She deserved to be cared for, celebrated, loved. As someone who dragged him out of his darkest places, Theo wanted nothing more than to help her out of hers.

Y/N sniffled, and slowly lifted her head from Theo’s shoulder, her eyes staring downward and avoiding the gaze of her boyfriend. She knew it hurt him to see her like this and she wished she could just… stop.

“Hey,” she heard him say. “Look at me Y/N.” His voice was rich with worry for the girl he loved, and she flinched at the thought of causing him grief. It was quick, but Theo saw it, and his heart snapped once again. Slowly, he raised his hand to her cheek, running his thumb along her cheekbone softly, collecting the tears that were slowly drying on her face. She subtly leaned into his touch without even realising she did it, it was like her body moved off it’s own accord, drawn to him. Gently, Theo moved his hand to Y/N’s chin and turned her head to face him.

For the first time since he’d arrived, Y/N finally let Theo see the pain in her eyes. They were glossy and slightly bloodshot, and Theo’s gaze softened at the sight of her vulnerability. “What’s wrong?” He asked a simply question, not wanting to overwhelm her.

“Everything,” she breathed. Theo’s fingers ran themselves through her hair, encouraging her to keep going. Initially she wanted to shrug him off and succumb to her feelings again, but she let him comfort her. “I’m just feeling everything all at once. Theo, I can’t-“

“It’s okay baby, it’s okay,” He held her cheeks delicately, scared to break her fragile form. “Breathe with me.”

It was something Theo had learned over the months. Sometimes Y/N really needed to calm down and just breathe slowly, in and out, exhaling the intensity of her feelings as much as her brain would allow. Though she hadn’t admitted it, Y/N realised that the method worked better when Theo led her through it.

After a minute or so of long, deep breaths, Y/N was no longer jolting with the ghosts of sobs from earlier. Theo continued to hold her close, remaining gentle but tight enough to always remind her that he was there for her. No matter what.

“This week has been so bad,” She began, and Theo stayed silent, realising that she was finally feeling comfortable enough to talk. He felt a small surge of pride flow through him at this, knowing that it was hard for her at times. “I’m stressed. I still have so much work to do, and deadlines are creeping up on me like a freakin’ predator. I’m worried for my brother, he’s struggling with his IED and he’s even been taking his meds, but they keep needing to up the dose and it kills me to see him in the state he gets. I keep screwing up too, like earlier I kept stalling the car, and I broke a photo frame yesterday morning, and I forgot to submit an assignment for grading at the beginning of the week. And I can’t sleep at night… Theo, I’m so tired.”

“Hey, come here,” Theo whispered, pulling her into another hug. “Okay, first of all, you are so smart and every time you get stressed about an assessment, you always go and smash it, don’t you?”

A smile threatened to pull at her lips at his confidence in her, and she nodded.

“Right,” Theo grinned. “Next thing, Liam is resilient, just like you. He won’t let one little setback get him down, and his meds will be sorted before you know it. Plus, he’s lucky to have you as a sister, you know that? You’re always there for him, everyone sees it.”

Y/N shifted on Theo’s lap, looking into his eyes as he spoke. “And,” He continued. “Everyone has weeks where they feel like they mess everything up, even super cool badasses like me.” Y/N giggled, spurring Theo on. “Someone as perfect as you doesn’t need to worry about a few little mistakes. They’re nothing, okay? Not important.” His hand moved soothingly up and down her arm, leaving goosebumps in their wake. “Is that everything?”

“Um, yeah…” Y/N trailed off quietly, suddenly avoiding her boyfriend’s eyes and sinking into herself. Theo knew her so well at this point that not a single subtle movement would go unnoticed, so he raised his eyebrows at her response. He knew she was holding back, and she knew that he knew. Sighing, Y/N gave in a little. “It’s stupid.”

“What have I always told you?” He said, smiling at her. “You can tell me anything. Anything at all. I’ll be there for you no matter what. You know that, don’t you?”

Y/N nodded and breathed in, slightly shakily. “I feel ugly, Theo.”

“What?” Theo whispered in disbelief, his eyes the size of saucers. He didn’t know what he’d expected, but it wasn’t that. “Baby-“

“I told you it was stupid-“

“No, it’s not that, it’s just-“ Theo searched for the words in his brain. He never thought he’d have to convince the most beautiful girl in the world that that’s what she was. He thought it was just common knowledge, really. “You and ‘ugly’ would never even fit in the same category. Not even in the same universe.”

“That’s just not true though,” Y/N stated, shaking her head, her eyes tired. “I can’t even look in the mirror at the moment. I feel like when I look, I’m not looking back at me. And it makes me cry. I’d rather not see myself at all than to look at that reflection.”

If Theo’s heart wasn’t broken before, the damage was definitely done now. Hearing Y/N, his girl, say that she wasn’t pretty, but ugly, made him feel all kinds of lost and confused, but more so sad, because he wished he could take away her pain and make it all disappear. Unfortunately, his powers of pain transference only worked on physical pain, and he silently cursed that fact.

“How can you not see what I see…” He whispered, almost more to himself than to her. “You know, the first time I saw you Y/N, even from a distance I knew I’d never see anyone as beautiful as you. And now I’m looking at you, months later, and I still think you’re just as stunning. You are gorgeous. You hear me? The most gorgeous ever.” Theo placed kisses on her nose, her cheeks, her forehead as he spoke, causing Y/N’s heart to flutter. His words stirred something in her, and the intensity of his eyes boring into hers made her forget about everything she was worried about. A wave of adoration for her boyfriend washed over her, and she cupped his cheeks delicately, a smile pulling at the corners of his lips.

Y/N didn’t have the words at that moment, all the emotion was caught in her throat, so she did what she felt conveyed her feelings best. She leaned forward and kissed him, Theo’s lips moving against hers immediately, as if by instinct. It was so soft, so pure, light as a feather. She pulled away from him all too soon, their eyes meeting each other once again, but Theo didn’t feel like stopping. “I want to show you how beautiful you really are,” He spoke lowly, holding her hand and giving a gentle squeeze. “Please baby. Let me show you.”

He didn’t have to explicitly say what he really meant by that for both of them to know, and his request sent warm shivers through her body. She spoke only one word: “Okay.”

Theo connected their lips again, harder this time. Even with just a kiss, he wanted to pour every ounce of love he had for her in it. He would make sure that he made her feel exactly how she deserves to feel. Her hands had moved to the back of his neck, plucking at the hairs on his head, while Theo held her as close as their bodies would allow.

His fingers slid up her t-shirt slightly, brushing the skin underneath. Theo’s fingers were so cold that Y/N gasped against his lips, so her boyfriend took the chance to slip his tongue into her mouth and explore. Slowly, he lifted her shirt up further and further until they were forced to pull away so Theo could tug it over her head and toss it on her bedroom floor.

Of course, Theo wanted to marvel her brilliance as best he could, so he gripped her by the waist and moved her carefully so she was laying flat on her bed, looking up at him. “So beautiful,” he murmured, and waisted no time in resuming their kiss. His hands travelled down her sides as their lips moved in sync like a perfectly choreographed dance, and his hips ground into hers - gently still, yet hard enough to give Y/N friction where she needed it the most.

He dragged his lips to her neck, sucking and biting on the skin to create dark marks to decorate her already perfect body. Theo considered it his finishing touch to her, as he knew she needed him as much as he needed her, which was what made them so perfect. Y/N’s hands roamed his back, one leg secured over his hip to keep him close, and Theo reached around to unclip her bra. His eyes widened - he would never get used to seeing her body like this, and she wasn’t even fully exposed to him yet.

“I love these so much,” He said, lowering his head to one breast and closing his mouth over her nipple, his tongue sliding across her sensitive skin. Y/N moaned as he simultaneously kneaded her other breast with his hand. “I love this one,” He said, moving away from the one he was playing with. “And I love this one.” Theo reattached his lips to her other breast, her rapidly increasing breaths spurring him on.

Y/N’s hips involuntarily bucked up at Theo’s, and he chuckled lightly against her skin at the movement. He trailed his lips back up to her collarbone, her neck, her jaw, all while dragging her leggings and her panties down her legs as far as he could. He pulled away from Y/N’s lips to crawl down the bed until he could completely reveal her entire body. Her leggings and panties discarded on the floor, Theo looked his girl in the eyes as he placed his hands on her thighs and lightly encouraged her legs apart.

Shivering with anticipation, Y/N watched her boyfriend wide-eyed as he licked one long stripe up her centre. Her eyelids fluttered, but she couldn’t bring herself to break the intense eye contact she held with Theo, until he began to flick his tongue against her clit. Her head fell back onto her pillow, arms flying down to grab onto Theo’s hair, feeling his head moving between her legs. She moaned as he licked and sucked at her clit, doing everything in his power to make her feel good, and it was music to his ears. He soon replaced his tongue with his fingers, rubbing her clit quickly, and started licking along her core, like it was his whole life’s purpose to do so.

“Fuck, Theo,” She whimpered, and Theo groaned against her at the sound of her saying his name in such a situation. Her voice held so much vulnerability yet so much excitement, so much feeling, so much love. The vibrations against her core sent waves of pleasure racing through her, and Theo watched through his eyelashes as her back arched off the bed.

Theo removed his mouth from her core, and her head whipped up briefly at the loss of contact, her eyes wide and pleading for something, anything. Barely moment after, Theo pushed two fingers inside her, pumping them at a quick pace. Y/N moaned louder, and Theo pulled himself up so his head was level with hers, staring directly into her eyes as his fingers worked their magic. “How good does this feel Princess?”

“So good,” Y/N breathed, barely being able to find it in herself to speak. She gripped onto his biceps as he continued his work between her legs, moaning with every thrust of his fingers. “It feels amazing.”

Theo smirked slightly, content that he was getting exactly the reaction from her that he set out to get, and leaned down to capture her lips with his once again. He added another finger and picked up the pace of his actions, his mouth drowning her voice as she cried out. He kissed her hard, drawing the breath out of her almost completely, and she could taste herself on his tongue which only brought her closer to the edge.

Feeling her walls clench around his fingers, Theo moved his lips around to her ear. “Are you gonna cum?” He said, his voice rough with his own arousal. He knew the answer, but he also knew that Y/N loved to hear his voice, and it somehow turned her on even more. All she could do at this point was nod frantically, her moans and whimpers making it impossible to get the words out. Theo sped up his actions even further, trying with everything he had to send her over the edge. “Cum for me baby.”

The words uttered into her ear sent her into ecstasy, and she let go screaming Theo’s name. He watched with his mouth hung open as her body pulsed and jolted as her orgasm washed over her in waves, her cries slowing into whimpers and her contorted face relaxing into one of sheer bliss.

A few moments later when Y/N had caught her breath, she reached down and palmed Theo’s bulge through his joggers, eyes widening when she realised how hard he already was. He groaned, dropping his head to her shoulder and tensing at her touch. “N- no, baby,” He stuttered out, voice rough from the feeling. Y/N was confused as he slowly moved her hand away, tilting her head to the side in a silent question. “Tonight is about you.”

Usually she would protest and say that they both need to be pleasured equally, but she wanted him so badly that she didn’t have it in her to argue. Frantically, she yanked his head down and smashed her lips against his, tongue and teeth clashing in desperation. All she wanted was him, and she didn’t want to wait any longer.

She pulled his shirt up his body, almost ripping the fabric with her speed, and he pulled away so she could pull it over his head. She loved to admire Theo’s toned chest and stomach, so she reached her hand down to feel up his abs. She tried to look, but Theo was adamant on her being the one who was worshipped, so he dipped his head and began sucking on her neck once again, causing her head to fall back and a moan to fall from her lips.

As he painted her neck with purple bruises, Y/N reached down and played with the waistband of his joggers, fiddling with the drawstrings. Theo felt her fingers brush him and growled against her neck, hurriedly standing up to yank them and his boxers to the ground, completely exposed before her.

Y/N whimpered at the sight of him, naked and ready for her, and he crawled back over her just as quickly as he’d stood up. Theo looked at her with dark eyes, wordlessly asking for permission to treat her to just what she deserved. “Please, Theo,” She whispered, and of course, Theo didn’t want to deny her anything she wanted, especially when she asked so nicely.

The two of them moaned in harmony, jaws dropped open, as Theo pushed himself inside her, easily sliding in due to her wetness. He moved all the way in until he felt like he was inside Y/N’s stomach, pausing there as they both breathed heavily from the sensation. “Feeling better?” Theo spoke thinly, smiling at his girlfriend’s expression of pure pleasure.

“Miles better,” She replied, thrusting her hips up at Theo, making it known that she wanted more. The chimera began to move, pushing in and out of her at an ever-increasing pace, making sure she felt every single inch of him to give her the best sex possible. Y/N hands roamed his back, nails scratching at it and breaking the skin as she moaned and cursed into his ear.

“Always so tight and wet for me,” Theo groaned, his hair falling messily over his forehead as he moved. “So perfect. Every inch of you is perfect.” He sped up his movements, making sure to hit the spot that gets her screaming, and grabbed at her breast with one hand and delicately stroking her cheek with the other. “I love you.”

Theo was going so deep and fast now, Y/N was so close. Her nails dug into his back as her release approached, unable to tear her eyes away from his as they glowed yellow from the adrenaline. “I love you too,” She spoke shakily, so nearly there, when Theo kissed her hard, knowing she was reaching her orgasm from her clenching walls.

“Now,” He spoke against her lips, and as soon as the word had left his lips, Y/N screamed out Theo’s name at the most euphoric feeling she had ever experienced, shaking and quivering around him. Moments later, as she was still feeling the high, she felt Theo slow his movements as he spilled into her, his own release washing through him like a tidal wave.

After coming down from their high, Theo flopped down next to her in bed, immediately pulling her close to rest her head on his chest, which was still rising and falling. He kissed her head lightly, stroking her hair affectionately, and then pulled the covers over their bodies. He knew Y/N was exhausted, not just from their activities but from her whole week. Her breathing had slowed and he realised she had already fallen into a relaxed slumber.

Theo smiled to himself - seeing his girl finally calm with no stress lines pulling at her face made his heart soar. He hated seeing her so upset, in fact it was his least favourite thing to see in the world, so he vowed to always be the one to lift her back up again.

Theo would always be there for her: rain or shine, any day, any time. And one day it’ll be ‘til death do them part. His smile lingered on his lips as he let his own eyelids closed and he joined her in her slumber, meeting her in her dream.

[stained-glasswriting]

Sweet Kitty

Hybrid!Park Jimin X Reader

Word count: 4.5k

AN: ok guys this ones gonna be a little bit of a slowburn. The classic reader finds a hybrid and takes them home. I hope you like!

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It had already been a long day when you got distracted while dragging yourself home. Your day started with your only 8 am class of the week, you were late of course, keeping you from your daily caffeine dose. It all got worse when you left your college campus for the diner you worked at. Immediately upon entrance, you were bowled over by a coworker practically begging you to take the last three hours of her shift. Agreeing to take the shift from her, you set about getting ready for that was now a closing shift.

Of course by the time you flick off the lights and lock the door, it was dark and started to drizzle. Pulling your jacket tighter around yourself, you step out into the street, starting the 5 block trek to your apartment.

The first thing that caught your attention as you neared your home, was a quiet whimpering. Quickly you stop in your tracks, looking around the damp area. For a moment the darkened street was silent, before a barely audible whine came from a dark expanse of alley jutting from the street to your left.

Staying in the entrance of the alley you peer in looking for the creature making the noises. In the dim lighting you could make out the sight of a pair of dumpsters surrounded by trash, sitting a few feet from a brick wall dead end. In front of them laid what looked like a pile of cardboard boxes. One of the boxes had something dark dangling out of it. At first you couldn't see anything that could be making that noise.

Another whimper had you taking a couple steps towards the wet boxes in front of you.

“Hello?” you called out into the dark tentatively. There was no response, but the quiet whimpers started up again.

You shoot a glance back out into the street considering your options. Going wandering down dark alleys in the middle of the night was a bad idea, but what if someone was hurt.

Steeling yourself with a deep breath, you slowly pick your way down the alleyway following the noises. All of your senses on red alert, you had to be careful. As you neared the boxes, you quickly realized that a dirty cat tail was hanging limply out of one of them. The stiffness in your shoulders leaks out as the realization that it's probably an animal that needs help.

Crouching, you peek into the dirty damp cardboard, fully expecting to see a kitty curled up in it. Instead you end up coming face to face with a hybrid.

You slap your hand over your mouth, effectively cutting off any noise you were about to make in surprise. Hybrids aren't exceptionally rare, but really only well off families could afford them. There weren't a lot of them just wandering the streets so this was unusual.

This one didn't exactly look like he’d come from a nice house though, or at least hadn’t been in one for a while. His clothes were dirty and appeared threadbare in places. They had run ragged around his wrists and ankles. Blood dripped down from his shoulder and down his arm staining the fabric a dark red. A long matted tail hung out from underneath where he was laying on the cardboard.

Your eyes trailed up the man’s skinny figure, up to his thin face. A fairly large cut was opened above his eyebrow, slowly weeping blood down his overly pronounced cheekbones. The cat hybrid’s eyes were closed but fluttered lightly as he made small noises in the back of his throat. His dirt covered ears pinned back in what you assumed to be pain.

Through all the dirt, blood, and obvious malnutrition, he looked small and almost soft. Honestly, how could anyone do this to him? It took all of two seconds to make your mind up to help him. You gave the hybrid a long moment of consideration, before you took the last few steps to reach the boxes. Leaning near you lightly touched his shoulder.

The effect was instantaneous. His body flinched away from you violently. The hybrid’s ears flipped forward to face you then immediately laid flat back again. His eyes snapped open, pupils blown wide with fear, they seemed unfocused, and whipped around wildly looking for danger. Another heart wrenching whine was released from his throat.

Pulling back you murmur soft comforting phrases, trying to assure the terrified hybrid. His nostrils flare as he takes a deep shuddering breath. The cat hybrid’s eyes finally seem to focus on you, scouring your face in an instant.

After a moment of staring between you, he seems to come to some sort of decision. He slides his eyes closed once more, and bends his head towards you seemingly resigned to allowing you to do as you wish. He’d seem almost calm if it weren't for the shaking of his form, and the ragged breaths that tore up his throat.

It’s cold out, and his injuries needed to be tended to. If you left him here, he wouldn't last much longer, you’d have to bring him home with you.

“Alright, come on, let’s get you cleaned up.” you whispered to him, trying to keep the tremble out of your voice. You reach for his arm again, this time gently grabbing it. Your fingers wrap all the way around the thin limb.

Lightly you start pulling him out of the wet cardboard. You were afraid that he might resist or lash out at you, but he didn’t seem to have any fight left in him. He just sort of resigned himself to whatever you were intending to do with him.

You were able to pull the hybrid into sort of a crouching position. Several of the movements caused deeper, more draw out whines to escape him. The hybrid didn’t stop you while you placed your other hand on his elbow, pulling him into an upright position. The hybrid leaned on you heavily, his legs wobbling as you held him up.

The first couple of steps were difficult, and shaky as you murmured encouragement and praises to the man. He limped heavily to one side showing you there was something wrong with the leg. After about a minute he seemed a little more inclined to help, and didn’t weigh on you quite as heavily.

It took some time, but eventually you were able to get the hybrid to the front steps of your apartment building, and inside.

The light of the lobby showed just how much blood and dirt covered the man, and his clothes. Some of it had started to dry and harden to him. Other spots still oozed the thick red fluid. Underneath it all you could now see just how pale and exhausted he looked.

Thankfully it was late enough that the secretary for the building had left for the night leaving the lobby empty. This allowed you to avoid any strange conversations as you pulled the hybrid past the front desk and to the elevators behind it. Without setting the man down, you hit the button with your elbow.

You're lucky once more, with how late it is the elevator only took a couple of moments before opening with a ding. It wasn’t hard to pull him into the contraption, but as you stop to hit the button for your floor, you could feel him start to shake harder.

“We are almost there.” you assure the hybrid trying to calm him some.

A few minutes later you’re pulling the partially unresponsive hybrid into your two bedroom apartment. Bypassing your living room and kitchen, you drag him down the hallway into our bathroom. Carefully you settle him down on the floor, and lean him against the tub wall.

“Stay here, I’ll be right back.” You told him, and spun on our heel leaving in search of the first aid kit you kept in the hallway closet. While in there you also snagged a couple of extra towels and a whole box of Band-Aids.

By the time you make it back to the bathroom, the hybrid appears a little more conscious. He was sitting a bit straighter, his tail clutched between his hands as he messed with the fur. His eyes wide with fear blinked up at you when the door opened.

“I’m just here to help, I promise,” you reassured the hybrid gently. Slowly you crouch in front of him trying to get a better view of his forehead. You could tell it was still sort of bleeding, but with all the dirt and dried blood it was difficult to tell where the cut started. You’d likely have to get him cleaned up before you could do anything meaningful about his wounds. He flinched violently when you carefully pressed a clean cloth on the wound, but didn’t move otherwise. After a few minutes you’re at least able to get the bleeding to stop.

Tearing your eyes from his injured forehead, you glance down, locking eyes with the man. He studied your face with an intensity that made you squirm slightly. You could tell he was sort of sizing you up. It was as if he expected you to do something, and was ready for whatever it was.

“Well, it’ll be difficult to do anything about your injuries till we get you cleaned up. Do you want to take a shower?” you asked the hybrid in front you.

His body jerked in surprise, his eyes somehow widening even further, apparently that was not what he had been expecting of you. He refused to speak but did respond with a stilted nod that left him wincing in pain.

Pushing yourself up, you cross to the front of the tub. He listens intently as you explain the different knobs, and what soaps to use.

“Do you need anything else?” you ask, lightly helping the man into a standing position. He quickly shook his head in response.

“I’ll bring you some fresh clothes.” you told him as you started towards the door. Warm fingers snaked around your wrist lightly. He pulled enough to stop you without actually pulling you back. This time when you turned to look at him, he kept his eyes firmly on the floor.

“Thank you.” he said quietly, his voice raspy almost like it was overused.

“Of course!” You immediately exclaimed with a nod. The hybrid looked up just in time to see a sweet smile come across your face. He released your hand then, allowing you to finally leave your bathroom.

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The first thing you did was change out of your now dirty work clothes, and into some comfortable pajamas. Looking through your closet, you pulled out some basketball shorts your ex left, and an oversized t-shirt. With a pair of scissors you cut hole in the back of them around where the hybrid’s spine would end for his tail. After a second thought, you grabbed a sweatshirt you wore often. It was your largest, even though he wasn’t much taller than you and was basically just skin and bones, you thought he deserved something soft and comfortable.

Carefully you slid the bathroom door open just enough to shove the clothes in. some steam escaped, showing just how hot he had the water at.

Your next task was getting some food into the poor boy. He looked so skinny, you should go with something that wouldn’t be too heavy on his stomach. Flitting around the kitchen, you get some soup started on the stove. It was just a simple chicken noodle soup recipe. Chicken, noodles, stock, and some vegetables you had chopped up originally for stir fry all went into the pot. Humming you bounced between the stove, and setting two places at the table.

Lost in your own world, you missed the sound of the shower turning off, then later the sound of the door opening. You got quite the fright when you turned, silverware in hand, and a now clean hybrid was standing in front of you wearing the shorts and shirt you left him staring at you.

A startled squeak slipped past your lips when you jumped. At the noise the man’s ears pinned back, and his eyes dropped back to the floor.

“It’s ok, you just startled me.” you reassured him, hands raised. “Are you hungry?” he responded with a short single nod. With a happy smile you went back to setting the table, and finishing the soup.

Before long, you were ladling the hot liquid into two bowls you put on the tale. Carefully you place the pot onto the pad in the middle of the table, and sit at one end looking expectantly up at the hybrid. He still stood in the doorway, head down, but now his tail sat in his hands as he carded his fingers through the fur. The sweatshirt you left him was slung over his shoulder.

After the shower, his fur proved to be much fluffier than you had expected. It was a lovely light tan that turned almost cream color in some spots without all that dirt covering it. Unfortunately there still appeared to be some tangles among the fluff, but those could be brushed out later.

“Aren't you going to sit down and have some?” you asked, confused as to why he continued to stand there,

“Sit… at the table?” his head snapped up to stare at you as the words tumbled from his open mouth. In his seemingly shocked state you were able to finally get a good look at his face now washed.

The hybrid was pale, and his cheeks sunken in from malnutrition. The wound over his eyebrow had stopped bleeding but the area around it was all red and angry. You could tell he’d been on the street for a while, and was exhausted if the circles underneath his eyes were anything to go by.

Despite all of this, the male across from you was handsome. He had nice full lips and high cheekbones underneath wide brown eyes, his hair, now clean, was a lovely light blonde color. Although it was shaggy, a little tangled, and definitely in need of a cut. Then at the top of his head stood a pair of fluffy ears with the same coloration as his tail.

After a long moment of staring between the two of you, he limped over and pulled out the chair opposite of you, and hesitantly sat down in it. He glanced up at you again, maybe waiting for you to start. With another reassuring smile, you grab your spoon and dig in. Once the first spoonful hit your mouth, he snatched up his spoon and started in on his food too.

The first couple of spoonfuls he started slow, but after that he tucked in with much more gusto. He made happy little noises as he dug into the hot broth. It took him only minutes to finish off the bowl, even tipping it back to get the rest of the liquid. His ears drooped slightly as he sat back and looked into his empty bowl forlornly.

“If you’re still hungry, have some more, there’s plenty.” you told him with a giggle, gesturing to the pot.

“N-no, I’m alright.” he stuttered out. The strange flick his tail did, and the look in his eyes told you differently.

“It’s ok, there’s plenty,” you responded, standing to ladle more into his bowl. This time he wasted no time tucking in and scarfing it down.

“So, my name is (Y/N), what’s yours?” you asked politely. You thought it was about time that you learned something about what was going on.

“My name?” he pondered for a moment before answering. “I’m Park Jimin,” he gave a short bow from his seat with the response.

“Park Jimin,” you repeated thoughtfully. “I like it!” you decided with a smile.

A beautiful smile lit up his face the moment the words left your mouth. His thick lips pulled back in a sweet smile that showed his teeth, and turned his eyes into little crescent moons. A light dusting of pink settled onto Jimin’s cheeks as he ducked his head and went back to his soup.

The moment you saw Park Jimin’s smile you knew you were a goner. With the appearance of that smile came the realization that you’d do just about anything to keep it on his face.

You observe him quietly while you finish your own bowl, Jimin however had another two. He looked up gratefully at you when ladled more into his bowl each time, his tail flicking back and forth. Around the middle of his fourth bowl, both his tail and his eyelids had started to droop. The hybrid looked sleepier and sleepier as time went on, but you wanted to deal with his wounds before you settle him in for the night.

Trying not to startle him, you stood slowly, gathering the dirty dishes from the table. When Jimin noticed you cleaning up, he hopped out of his seat and snatched his own dishes off the table before you could grab them too. With big eyes, he stood looking at you, waiting for you to make a move. He followed you like a shadow into the kitchen, immediately placing his dishes next to the sink with your own.

The hybrid then ignores your movement to return to the bathroom, and instead turns to the sink turning it on.

“Leave that for now, I’ll take care of it later.” You tell him turning the sink back off, holding your hand out to him.

Jimin’s ears go back again as he stares at you in confusion.

“You- I-?” he sputtered for a moment, eyes flicking between your face and your hand. “Shouldn’t I do it?” He finishes lightly placing his hand in yours.

“I’m a big girl, I can wash my own dishes,” you giggle, gently pulling him back to the bathroom. A look of utter confusion passed over his face, but he allowed you to tug him along.

You walked him back to the bathroom, taking care to go slowly so he could limp along without too much trouble.

Once there , you settle Jimin down on the edge of the tub, and open up the first aid kit. Flipping the lid open, you pull out a spray antiseptic.

“This is gonna sting a little.” you warned as you pushed back the tan strands of hair that flopped over his forehead as they dried. Now clean the cut above his eyebrow looked a bit smaller, and the edges looked clean like it had been done with something very sharp.

Carefully you sprayed the antiseptic over the slash mark, making Jimin wince as he gasped sharply.

“Sorry… Sorry,” you whisper, pulling a piece of gauze out of the kit on the counter, you lightly press the gauze to his forehead with one hand, using the other to attach it with medical tape. Once it seems secure, you take a step back to admire your work.

Jimin stared up at you with curious eyes, sleepiness seemingly entirely forgotten for the time being.

“Alright, now for the shoulder, shirt off.” you said with a gesture to the piece of clothing.

The hybrid stared at you for a long long moment, seeming to study you. It took a little for you to even realize why.

“Oh, I mean only if you’re comfortable…” you tried to back track. The tell tale feeling of warmth of a blush flooding your cheeks.

He then gave you a small nod, and began pulling the shirt over his head, wincing as he moved his shoulder up.

A gasp passed your lips as the true extent of the damage done to Jimin’s body was revealed. His malnutrition was even more obvious with the sight of his clearly visible ribs, the skin clung tightly to each one all the way down to his stomach slightly distended with the weight of the meal he’d just had. His hip and collar bones stuck out sharply showing once more how long it had been since he had a good one.

Bruises of various states of healing dotted up and down his emaciated form. Scars joined the mixture here and there across the expanse of pale skin some more healed than others.

Tearing your eyes from the hybrid’s chest, you moved to take a look at his battered arms. They were also dotted with bruises, but at the top of his arm and around his shoulder was a large patch of marred skin. It looked like he’d likely skidded across the ground on it. You could see bits of gravel still embedded in the skin, some parts still damp with spots of blood, others had already started to scab over. Lightly you pulled on his arm to turn his body to give you more access. This also gives you a view of his back.

“Oh, honey…” you breathed out in shock, nausea rose in you as your eye’s raked down his pale skin. His back was somehow even more mutilated than the rest of him. Thin, ropey scars crisscross across it in no apparent pattern. Thankfully even the newest ones looked mostly scarred over, like it had been a while since he’d gotten them.

Before you could think, you lightly dragged a finger down a raised line of skin. Jimin released a shuddered breath causing you to jerk back away from the injuries.

“I was bad a lot.” he whispered without turning to look at you. For a moment you stared dumbly at the back of his head before you realized what he meant.

“What? You meant these are punishments?” you asked shocked.

The cat hybrid didn’t respond at first, his breath rattled through his chest. It took a moment but eventually he gave a stiff nod. Suddenly his behavior through the night started to make sense. You didn’t know how much abusive bullshit they filled his head with.

“Oh Jimin, you don’t deserve anything like this.” you told him, tears starting to form in your eyes. Hesitantly you reach for him shaking, but you stop, hands hovering over his skin. Faint warmth radiated off as you looked over the expanse of marred skin on his back. Honestly you couldn’t tell if the hybrid was shaking more or if you were.

A loud sniffle escapes you, as you rub away a couple of tears tracking their way down your face. Jimin’s ears flick back towards you at the noise, and he whirls around to look at you.

His eyebrows pulled together tightly over eyes that studied you again with an intensity that had you dropping your hands into your lap. Jimin’s eyes search your face, following the tracks left by your tears. After a moment he broke your impromptu staring contest, drooping as he turned his face to the side.

“ Why are you crying?” he asks, not looking at you. His voice then gets really small. “I was naughty, it was my punishment.” The hybrid’s tan tail stays low but swishes side to side fast behind him.

“No no no, you don’t deserve this.” You move to reassure him, kneeling down on the floor in front of Jimin. He notices this, looking down at you as you sit and continue on, “ nothing you could ever do, would make it ok for them to do that to you.” By the end of your sentence your voice had started to waver. Jimin was fully looking at you by this point, mouth dropped open in shock.

It’s only a moment before his face crumples into tears. Quickly you pull the cat hybrid off of the tub rim, and into your arms. He startles, stiffening at first, before melting into your arms. His body trembles hard in your arms as he buries his face in your neck. You start rubbing his back slowly trying to calm him.

It took a while to get him to stop shaking, and even longer for his sniffles to slow. Pulling away carefully as his breathing calms, you raise a hand to wipe at the tear tracks covering his face as well now. Jimin just blinks slowly at you, pure exhaustion written all over his face. It’s definitely time to get him cleaned up and in bed.

“Come on, up.” you tell him, pulling him up as you stand. The hybrid’s eyes and tail are clearly drooping in sleepiness when you settle him back on the tub side. “I’ll finish cleaning you up. Then we can go to bed.”

Carefully you patch up both his shoulder and several large slices around his leg. All of the cuts appeared to be done with a knife like his face had. The questions you had about them could wait at least the night, while Jimin’s emotions were obviously still raw.

By the time you finish, he is clearly nodding off, jerking himself awake every few moments. When you move back to put your first aid stuff in the box, the hybrid’s big brown eyes blink blurrily up at you. His left hand raised to rub at his still somewhat red and blotchy face. Grabbing his hand, you pull him into a standing position, and help him put his shirt back on without messing with his wrapping too much.

“Alright, I have a guest bedroom that is all yours for the night.” you tell him, gently pulling him from the bathroom. In the same hallway were two doors, one being your room which you pointed out to him, the other being the guest room you were leading him to.

Opening the door, you help him hobble inside, holding onto his uninjured arm. You deposit him on the bed, and help him under the covers. Reaching over to a little side table situated next to the bed, you flick in a small lamp sitting on top. The dim light shows a sparsely decorated room.

The walls of the room were a pretty light blue color, but other than the bed and the table. The only furniture in the room was a dresser. A closet juts out into the room next to the entrance, a pair of large full body mirrors work as the sliding doors to it. Honestly the room was mostly set up for when your brother came into town, which you’re thankful for now.

Once Jimin was settled into bed, eyelids already falling, you straighten up, leaving the dim light on just in case. You sneak out of the room, leaving the door cracked, to let the exhausted hybrid sleep.

Quietly you go about cleaning up the remnants of your dinner. After taking care of the dishes, you turn in for the night as well.

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