#All I knew was “yes this feels right and I know it will work so I’m going to say it over and over again to make it do whatever I want”

[cinnamorollcrybaby]

omg can u do a small drabble where we’re arguing w toji and whenever we ask him a question he just reply’s with “no maam” or “yes maam” i need these so bad.

Yes Mam

Tags: Toji x fem!Reader, drabble, very slight angst, more fluff and crack than anything lol

An: Hiii! Thanks for your submission! I hope you don’t mind, but I added some period comfort throughout lol.

It had been a bad day.

It was the first and most brutal day of your period, and everything had been going wrong so far.

“Toji Fushiguro!” You shouted as your bottom touched the bitter cold toilet water. With no toilet seat to catch you, you had fallen right inside the bowl.

Your husband had a bad habit of leaving it up in the mornings. He was groggy when waking up, and he would forget to put the seat back down for you. When he was awake, he’d make a conscious effort to put it down so you wouldn’t fall in.

You were usually cautious enough to check before sitting down, but today you were in a rush and in too much of a pained headspace to think about checking. Thus, you had fallen right inside the golden throne with your knees to your chest and your bottom all cold and wet.

“Mam?” Toji replied as he peaked his head into the bathroom. His face contorted into the tightest expression to fight back a laugh. He knew that if he laughed at you right now, your mood would he sour for the rest of the day.

“You left the goddamn toilet seat up!” You whined, trying your best to let out a frustrated growl. Toji found you to be more cute than intimidating.

“I’m sorry, babydoll. Come here. Let me help you.” He said as he walked into the bathroom, extending his arm out to you as a peace offering.

You shook your head, deciding to get yourself up. You didn’t want peace. You needed retribution for his cosmic sin!

Toji watched as you climbed out of the toilet bowl. His lips were still pressed in a thin line. He could not even crack a smile right now.

“Did you even take out the trash like I asked?” You asked with a pointed gaze. Now, it was time to see what other misdeeds Toji had committed.

“Yes mam.” He replied as his gaze softened. He knew you were having a rough time and needed to vent out some frustrations. Too bad for you, Toji had been working around the house since he got out of bed this morning.

“What about the dishes-?”

“Washed and put away, mam.”

“…Okay… what about that leaky faucet? Did you get it fixed?”

“Yes mam.”

“Oh… uh.. What about the light bill?”

“Paid it this morning, mam.”

“Stop calling me that.” You finally snapped with a small pout. You were interrogating him like his mother, and he was responding to you as if you were his mom. It was weird and unsettling. “I’m doll or baby or some weird mixture of both — not mam.” Your lips curled into a pout that had Toji finally giving you his lopsided grin.

“C’mere, dollface.” He grunted as you got back decent and walked over to him, leaning into his embrace. He pressed a firm kiss to your forehead. “I got it, okay? You go relax in bed for the day. I know ya ain’t feeling good.”

You melted under his touch and caring tone. Toji didn’t seem like the type to be so gentle and patient, but it came easy when it was with you. He adored you, and he felt this innate desire to just provide and take care of you.

“I’m sorry.” You murmured weakly into his chest, and Toji rubbed soothing circles into your back.

“I know. It’s okay.” He assured you quietly before taking your hand and leading you back to your shared bedroom. He already had you a little spot prepared with your favorite blanket, a heating pad, pain medicine, and a cup of water.

Once he got you settled in, he handed you your nintendo switch and dimmed the lights. “Text me if ya need me, doll. I’m going out to try to fix that tire pressure sensor in your car.” He informed.

“Okay..” You replied in a shaky tone. Your eyes were full of tears. No one had ever taken care of you like Toji does. He’s truly set an unattainable standard for anyone else to reach.

“Don’t cry.” Toji laughed as he brushed the tears away from your cheeks. Your hormones must be affecting you like crazy to make you go from seething to crying within a minute.

“I love you, Toji.” You said, nuzzling your face into his arm.

“I love you too, mam.” He replied with a small kiss to your cheek and a head pat. You shot him a small glare from that dreadful nickname he has developed.

Toji quickly fled the room before your hormones could shift again.

[gravegoer]

DADS FRIEND SEVIKA.... need her... sneaking around w her and stuff , possibly hcs

Secrets 𓈒ㅤׂ 𝜗𝜚

i keep saying this but this is one of my favorite tropes... your age gap with her i tried to make somewhat reasonable so its not too extreme, and NOT ILLEGAL , and yes this is hcs kinda i guess. summary: sevika is your dads best friend, and your secret gf...

masterlist , mild nsfw

Sevika never had feelings for you up until the day you got back from collage. You seem to have matured more, at least in her eyes. But to your dad, you were still his little girl.

That's why she felt guilty for the thoughts she was starting to harbor for you. She supressed them as much as she physically could, but the way you looked at her and interacted with her made it near impossible.

The way you brought her water when she was all sweaty and dirty from helping your dad work on his car, your soft eyes meeting hers with a smile on your lips. It was so innocent yet you were drawing her in perfectly.

When you sat on the counter of the kitchen, engaging in conversation with her and your father she eyed the way your plush thighs contrasted against the marble.

You knew she liked you, and you felt the same way, for a long time actually, even when she didnt spare you a glance.

So you made sure to hug her a little tighter, and a little longer before she left. Looking up at her through your eyelashes, and delivering an innocent peck on the cheek.

At family gatherings you would let her pull out your chair for you, making sure she noticed the curve of your ass as you sat down.

Finally, she had enough.

When you were helping her bring boxes into the attic you had your back almost flush to her as you bent over to set down a large box.

"You know what you're doing"

Sevika grunted, pulling you into her warmth and slamming her lips into yours. She wasn't surprised in the slightest when you didn't bother retaliating and pulled her in closer.

The only thing that was holding her back is the scorn of your family. What would they think?

But it obviously wasn't holding her back, as for the next few weeks before you could speak to her in private again, she was always shooting you small glances and smirks.

And of course, you always returned them, brushing a hand down her toned arm when your dad wasn't looking, then switching to a firm pat when he turned around.

About three weeks later was the first time you guys could converse (kind of) privately, away from the rest of your family. She had told your father that she wanted to take you out on a 'girls' night.'

You knew better.

Your face flushed red when she asked right in front of you, knowing your dad would happily agree, overjoyed that his best friend and daughter were spending more time together.

To your surprise, she did take you out, on a nice dinner. You talked for a long time about your feelings for each other, it was mostly Sevika nodding and grunting in agreement. (Sometimes face palming at your eagerness.)

She took you to her home, more specifically, her room. She showed you what you were missing out on in college.

Sevika's hands are definitely more experienced than the women you were with previously, her calloused palms circling your hips and tracing your inner thighs.

You rode her thick thigh as she pressed a finger to your clit, cooing into your ear. She helped you ride out your orgasm until your head was resting on her shoulder, eyes slipping closed.

Sevika pushed your head back.

"Have to get you home at the curfew your dad set, yeah?"

You groaned, remembering your dad wanted you back by 11 PM for dinner. Your whole body protested as she lifted you from your position, helping clothe you.

You felt like a newborn deer, just learning how to walk, as you limped to the bathroom to freshen up.

When you finished, you came back to Sevika on the edge of the bed, her legs spread, and a cigarillo between her scarred lips.

You almost jumped into her lap at the sight before she got up, putting a hand on your waist to lead you to the door.

When you got home, you headed straight to your room, unable to look your dad in the eyes so soon. You could hear his and Sevikas' conversation.

"Yep, took good care of her alright."

From then on you both vowed to never let your family find out, not anytime soon anyway.

When nobody was looking, she would deliver a smack to your butt, but you were unable to do anything when she immediately delved into conversation with your father.

Sometimes, she slept over if she stayed a little too late, and you would visit her in the guest bedroom, trying your best to stay quiet. (Her hand is always over your mouth)

She slings her arm around your shoulder, and nobody thinks anything of it, but you see her small smirk.

When Sevika's fixing your sink, you sit on the counter above her while she lays on her back on the floor, reaching up to fiddle with the pipes. You can't see her upper half, but what you can see is her V line peeking out from under her shirt.

If she saw you bringing any friends over, she would raise an eyebrow before you reassured her with a wave and smile.

But she would still hover around the door of your room to make sure.

Your father trusts you going over to her home, so you linger there often, a lot of your clothes and other items litter her bedroom and bathroom

She appreciates the constant reminder of you.

kinda short??

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[amphitriteswife]

Heir

Pairing: Emperor Geta x wife reader

Warning: nsfw content. Also he’s hairy because i say so okay. You are too because it’s normal to have hair there. I’m bad at smut. Idk squirting ig

Summary; Geta was thinking about having a child after you once held one in your arms, unknown thay he was experiencing baby fever.

Note: i’m seeing the movie next monday aaaaaaahhhh and it got cringe to write this sorry🥲

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Geta walked up to your chamber, he had just gotten back from visiting another temple. This time the temple of Juno. He had visited Venus last week and found that it was pretty effective. His cape was dragging in the cold, flat tiles. He hadn’t seen in you in a while even if you were his wife. It was common for you to spend your time occupied with something or with someone else. It’s not like you hated him, no. He knows that you love him and only him. But the duty of the empress calls just as often as the duty of the emperor. The last time he had seen you was when the both of you sat in the throne room, you holding a baby and giving your blessing to the little one. He doesn’t know why, he really doesn’t. But that interaction had sparked something in him. You were holding the baby so gently, and it looked up at you as if it could feel your gentleness. The way your eyes held a soft gaze, something you only shared to the peasants and children. You looked so motherly that it made him wonder: what would it be like if you indeed had a child? Ofcourse he knows that such a thing is not an easy task nor job.

He knows that in the early staged when the two of you were just newly wed, that you didn’t want any children. You found it to be too soon. Too much work. He knew your stance on it. It meant your life was now about the child on top of being and empress and wife. There was going to be a lot on your shoulders if you indeed had his child. But apart from that, it also raises the discussion of the baby being a boy or a girl. Most would think that a boy would be the ideal child, it would take over his legacy and conquer more land. It would be a good emperor and continue his bloodline. Yes it always had been like that. But girls are cuter, and he can’t deny that girls usually seem to be daddy’s children. Besides he has his brother who counts as a child…having a girl doesn’t seem so bad…men just exaggerate. Yes. They’re just dramatic. Baby girls are cute. Geta snickered to himself as his mind wandered to images if him holding a baby girl in his arms, brushing her hair and her smiling at him. She’ll be so cute! But…his mind also wandered to images of having a son, teaching him how to use a sword or spear…making sure he turns out into a great man, husband and emperor….oh gods on mount Olympus help him. He can’t decide. He wants both. They’re both so cute. So little. His heart feels as if it’s about to burst. Geta’s footsteps came to a halt, his eyes wandering over you. You were eating pomegranates…it made him sigh. You always had a fixation on Proserpina and Pluto. Many often even feared to speak their names yet here you are, eating the fruit they symbolize. But then again, it’s not like he doesn’t know you. It’s such a you thing, being so daring. It makes you sexy. He noticed that you were reading something. Probably about taxes. At least that’s what he assumes. His eyes lingering on your stomach…he feels weird, did you notice him being weird too?

‘What are you staring at emperor?’

The question made him let out a stunned sound. He hadn’t realized that you were looking at him while he was staring. Did you notice something? Should he tell you? Yes, he should. It’s making him feel very weird and he really wants it. Besides, it won’t hurt to have a conversation about it right? Yes you had your stance but maybe you changed your mind? After all you had grown to love him and he loved you back. Perhaps you shared his desire to have a child? It won’t hurt to ask. He walked over to you, his heart a pumping a little faster, he didn’t necessarily feel nervous…just a little…scary. His hands fumbling a little with his cape as he say down next to you on the sofa. Placing your legs in his lap and rubbing your legs.

‘Empress…do you have a moment?’

‘Yes, speak your mind emperor.’

‘I wish to have a child with you…i am uncertain as to why i suddenly feel this way, but it has been on my mind for quite a while. I do not expect to have one right away. But i would like to actively try for one.’

Your silence made him a little nervous. Did you not feel the same way? He doesn’t want to force you to do anything you don’t want to. It’s just an idea…an idea that makes him feel very aroused and made him lay awake for many nights. He feels embarrassed, embarrassed that his mind is filled with such scenarios. He wants to try for a baby. Oh my gods he wants to have a baby. He has to make one…which means he has to has sex with you! His expression turned a little shocked. He totally hadn’t thought about that. The two of you never did it before. Venus help him! He can’t take this!

‘Emperor? Hello? Emperor! You look like a gaping fish!’

‘Ah- uhm sorry i was thinking about…stuff.’

‘Oh…okay…but to answer your question, i had been thinking about the same thing.’

The room was filled with the sounds of pleasure, mainly Geta’s voice overpowering any other. Even the sound of skin coming into contact with one another, his hand’s were holding your hips, moving along with your figure going up and down in an unsteady rhythm. He knows that you’re doing it on purpose. He knows it, you’re trying to make him come first. The many rings around his fingers felt cold against your skin, making you shiver when they moved along with you. Geta watched as he saw himself disappear into you, he could feel the wetness of your pussy staining his ginger pubes. His lips came unto contact with your neck, licking along side it and sucking onto your skin, he took his hands away from your hips and instead wrapped your arms around you. His mouth dry from the moaning and groaning, geta’s fingers reached for your folds, his lips pressing onto yours as he rubbed his fingers against your clit. His middle finger flicked against your clit, rubbing and stimulating it until he felt a sudden gush of warm liquid against his hand and a strangles of moans from you. Geta smiled and grabbed your face with his other hand, making you look back at him and pressed his lips against yours, the insides of his mouth invading yours. His eyes focused on the wet spot on the bed.

Geta moaned in your mouth before pulling away. He flipped you on your back, pulling your legs over his shoulders and leaning into you. His hands grabbing his heavy cock and gently pushing the tip inside if you. His voice was deep and hoarse when he whispered in your ear.

‘There we go…shhh…it’s okay…I’ll make you feel good okay?’

He moved slowly, only letting the tip enter your body and holding you steady, his voice laced a little with concern. He patted your pussy with the tip of his fingers. The soft and gently touch to your sensitive clit making you groan a little.

‘Are you holding on my empress?’

He chuckled when you nodded at him and placed another kiss onto your lips. Geta hummed in your mouth and have you a wink, his other hand drinking your hair. You’re holding on so well. You deserve a reward.

‘Think you can take it all? We’ll do it slowly okay?’

[renku]

Princess

「 Scenario smut - Yeseo x Male Reader 」

A/N: This is just pure BFH. Yeseo is just... yeah, many of you know it.

So no proofreading and edits at all. The other fic is still ongoing by the way. Happy Holidays to all!

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It was a warm heat; a pair of thick flesh residing on your own, eyes glued to yours while Yeseo removes her cashmere crop top. A sight to behold—her silky hair dragged up by the motion. Perky, aroused tits reaching its perfect state. Oh, oh, she knows you want ‘em but she doesn't how you crave for those buds. Lastly, her intoxicating scent mixing into bloodstream, flowing at the right places. You can’t wait, but you have to. Being needy would be the last thing you’d show to this princess.

“Fuck, you’re making me crazy, princess,” you remarked, almost whispering the words with your face just centimeters away from her.

She smiled. Just smiled. As if she knew, and she does. Yeseo knows how to be minimalistic—low effort but extraordinary results. “And here too,” she replied, unzipping your pants to release her favorite toy from its constraints.

“Did this ‘good boy’ missed me?” she asked, an unnecessary question that somehow displayed her power over you.

“Why don’t you sit on it to know the answer, princess?” you responded, making sure she won’t have her way. Yeseo’s too dangerous. Especially when she’s fired up. And right now, the fire within her burns with such intensity that you’d never dare to put out. Only she can do it, by satisfying her wants.

“Don’t move an inch. Let me do it my way. Your princess’ way.”

Yeseo reached beneath her skirt, undoubtedly pushing her panties to the side to reveal her awaiting wet and dripping pussy. She grabs your already raging shaft and aligns it with her sweet entrance.

With a slow and steady movement, Yeseo patiently drops herself with your cock. Eating those inches with her warm and slick walls.

“Fuck...,” you grunted, shutting your eyes as you almost lift your head up to conceal the pleasure rapidly consuming your entire body.

“So big... so warm... all for me,” Yeseo noted in full ecstasy. She reached for your lips with hers to initiate a quick make out with her tongue invading yours in an instant.

In doing so, that sinful body of hers starts to grind on that small couch you have. Muffled moans became a series of vibrations in your mouth. Your hands can’t stay idle. They wander all over her upper torso, all those nerves in your fingertips doing its job to feel her soft and delicate skin.

Yeseo breaks the kiss. “Oh, oh- ah, yes! Ah, fuck! So deep!”

“Moan for me, princess. Tell me how you feel good by riding my dick. Let me hear it.”

“Yours is the best! Ah- I- I can’t stop! Make me cum with your huge cock! Oh, God!”

“So- so tight! Damn it!”

Her pace continues to rise with each second passing. She’s not like this before. Maybe Yeseo’s getting used to it. Should you be glad? Don’t know for sure. But the build up inside your groin can’t be ignored. Her tightness also is killing you. She’s close, too.

“Cumming for me, princess?”

“Ye- yes! Just a bit more! Fuck! I’m close!”

“Good, cum with that slutty pussy of yours. Take all my cum!” you exclaimed.

“Breed me! Please, claim my pussy! Claim it till it's full of cum!”

You didn’t move a bit the entire time. All of the work was from Yeseo. She wanted it. You just want her to experience things. Explore. Figure what works for her and what isn’t. She insisted to all of this. It’s a fact that makes you less guilty and not to think about it too much. You had a good time and the same goes for her. And that time tonight is about to reach its conclusion—pleasurable conclusion.

“Yeseo, I’m cumming!”

“Me too, I’m cumming! Don't hold back!”

“It’s coming! Ah!”

There it is, the climax. Ropes and ropes of semen filled Yeseo’s walls. Her walls convulses as she reached the promised land but also making sure not a drop of cum will escape from her cunt.

The highs from the sex slowly declines, and both of you came back to your senses.

“Amazing.”

Catching her breatg and drenched in sweat, Yeseo happily responded biting her lower lip, “Yeah, you’re the fucking best.”

[kbstanny]

Treatment (Zayne/Reader)

✿ Fandom: Love and Deepspace

✿ Pairing: M/F

✿ Tag: NSFW

✿ Mentions: smut, mild injury mentions

✿ Word count: 5,051

✿ Summary: She had no choice but to see Dr. Zayne for treatment after a Wanderer left her injured, but his cure for her anguish wasn't quite what she had in mind.

✿ A/N: Hey! This my first fic on this website, and it's on a game I only started playing a week ago 😭

Because I'm a new player, I don't really know the world or the story very well, so if there are inaccuracies then you know why. However, I've also avoided specific plot details for this very reason.

I hope you enjoy!

Damned Knave.

She tightly gripped the gash on her thigh, limping her way down the dark deserted path. She'd received reports of disturbances down at the old munitions factory and had gone to investigate. Wanderers had been sighted after hours, so she'd gone late into the evening, and solo, as her ever-elusive partner had been unavailable. She'd handled herself fine, but a rather tricky Knave had managed to cut right through the top of her thigh.

Once she eventually hobbled her way to a street lamp, she could investigate her injuries properly. Shakily, she removed her blood-stained hands from the wound, then hummed — It didn't look too severe. The gash was long, but not so deep, stretching from her inner thigh up toward her hip. The blood made things a lot nastier than they needed to be, and the pain was bearable, at least for now. She'd hail a taxi and treat the damage at home, and if it didn't feel much better by morning, she'd consult her physician. But Dr. Zayne was a last resort.

Once morning came, she did not feel better.

The pain woke her up before her alarm did. It stung intensely, and the surrounding skin was hot and numb. Clearly rubbing alcohol, a cocktail of painkillers and gauze wasn't going to cut it. Carefully, she unwrapped the bandage to take a look at her injury — it still didn't seem too bad. Inflamed, a little gnarly, but far from incapacitating. Just painful. But she'd faced foes much fiercer than some stupid Herte Knave, and obtained injuries far more gruesome. For now, she'd suck it up. She had a job to do.

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"Oh my god!" Tara gasped. "When did that happen?" Her friend asked her, leaning in to the picture on her phone. She'd snapped the pic before getting ready for work this morning, thinking it would be a funny story to tell to Tara at the office. But her friend's reaction was a little more alarmed than she'd anticipated.

"Last night, at the factory. There were some serious beasts down there, but you wanna know caused that? A Knave of all things." She chuckled, shaking her head. Tara didn't look so amused.

"Aren't you hurt? Have you been to the doctor?"

"It's just a scratch, Tara, I'll be fine."

"That is not just a scratch! That needs stitches!—"

"What needs stitches?"

Captain Jenna approached the two, her arms folded tightly across her chest. She had a scrutinising look in her eye, one that said 'Why are you chatting and not working?' It reminded her of her old teachers.

The hunters were silent, looking between each other. She shot Tara a warning look, but Tara ignored it, turning the phone to face Jenna. "This does."

Jenna leaned in, her eyebrows raising, breaking her steely expression. "Why yes, it does... Is this you?" She looked to her, and she sighed softly, a little embarrassed.

"Yes, but I feel fine. I promise. If I didn't, I'd take the day off."

"Have you had it treated?" Jenna cut to the chase.

"...No." She admitted, and Jenna sighed.

"Well go. At once. That could easily get infected." The captain straightened up, her tone commanding. There was no room for negotiation. "Honestly, I thought you'd have more sense than to leave an injury like that unattended." With that, Jenna walked away. She waited until her captain was out of sight before standing and addressing Tara.

"Did you really have to snitch on me?" Though she already knew she would — anything to impress Jenna. Tara gave a sheepish look.

"Well I had to do something! I'm only looking out for you." But she pat Tara's shoulder, shaking her head and smiling.

"I know, I know, you're right... as usual. I really shouldn't ignore it. Thanks Tara." Tara gave a knowing smile.

"I am usually right! Now go and see Zayne. He might be a little scary but he knows what he's doing." They both chuckled at that.

Tara knew what her friend was hesitant to admit: It wasn't that she was ignorant of the risks of open wounds, nor was she a particularly nervous patient. She just didn't want to see Zayne.

Not because the doctor was in any way cruel or unpleasant, he wasn't even scary as such. But the doctor was so cold, and the icy chill of his eyes permeated her core with a mere glance her way. Zayne had been an old forgotten friend, a dear one, but now he was a figurehead for her ailments. All that time they'd spent together as children seemed meaningless now. They couldn't have drifted further apart. Zayne was a bad omen, and a sign her past had been well and truly shattered.

But that was only half of the reason. The other reason, the more embarrassing one, was that she found Zayne stupidly attractive. Not only because he had the face of an angel and a body carved from marble, but for his work ethic, his dedication, his intelligence. And of course, she couldn't help but feel sentimental toward him over the time they'd spent together as kids. She yearned to reconnect with him. He had a potent effect on her. When she was near him, his mere presence was enough to suck the words out of her mouth, to reduce her to a shrinking violet with no resolve. Like a silly teenager with a crush. And that wasn't like her at all. She hated not having control.

She wasn't certain whether the feeling was mutual. There was something about the way that he looked at her, on occasion, that made her heart flare up. Sometimes she thought he had a tenderness to his tone that he just couldn't have used with everyone, but maybe that was wishful thinking? His concern for her health and wellbeing seemed obsessive, too. Never had her previous physicians been so zealous, but Zayne was a renowned surgeon. Perhaps it was just a sign he was good at his job, and nothing more? She didn't know, and she didn't like thinking about it.

With a deep breath, she rapped on the door to his office. With any luck, he'd be busy, and she'd be forced to return to HQ and schedule an appointment the long way.

"Come in." He answered — Damn.

She walked inside, standing by the door with her hands behind her back. Zayne was busy typing away at his computer, and he hadn't even spared her a glance. She hadn't realised she'd been quiet until Zayne spoke up again.

"Can I help you?"

She snapped out of her daze. "Yes, if you're not too busy. I injured myself while dealing with a Wanderer. I was hoping you could take a look."

It was upon hearing her voice that Zayne decided his patient was more interesting than his computer, and he turned to face her, scrutinising her slightly crooked form, and the way she carried her weight. He thought for a moment or two.

"Your left thigh." How did he know that? She looked down, but her injury was completely concealed, and no blood had seeped through her clothes.

"Yes, how did you—"

"What happened exactly? Take a seat." She nodded, heading to sit down on the chair opposite the doctor, but he shook his head.

"Not there. On the examination table."

"Right."

As she sat down, Zayne quickly punched one final sentence into the keyboard, before turning to face her, waiting for her answer.

"It happened yesterday. A Wanderer, as I said." She clarified, and Zayne hummed.

"So the Wanderer attacked you directly? You didn't sustain this injury through any other means during the battle?" She shook her head. Zayne made a note of this on his computer.

"And do you have any other injuries?" She told him no again.

"Alright. I need to examine you, if that's okay."

She nodded, looking down to where her legs were outstretched on the table, before coming to an awkward realisation: She was wearing pants. She couldn't just pull her skirt up, she'd have to strip the item off entirely.

"Yes, of course." She began to fiddle with the button to her pants, before Zayne stiffened, taking the curtain that surrounded the table.

"Tell me when you're ready." With that, he shut the curtain around her. She released a sigh of relief, grateful for the privacy, though she felt a little stupid for not closing it herself. She wasn't sure how she'd compose herself having to undress in front of him.

Once her pants were off, she came to a second mortifying realisation: Her underwear. The item was black and lacy, made from sheer mesh, hardly concealing her delicate areas. The type you'd wear for a lover, and not at all the sort of thing you'd wear to work. But she'd washed all of her more practical undies yesterday, and thanks to one pesky Knave, hadn't found the time to dry them before morning. If she'd known she'd be stripping down in Zayne's office for an examination, she would have stopped off at the shops on her way to work to buy something cheap and appropriate. Hell, she probably would have bought boxer shorts.

"Shit." She hissed under her breath.

What would Zayne think of her? Surely he'd think it was deliberate. She'd approached him for treatment, and she just so happened to be wearing semi-transparent lingerie? There was no way he'd find that coincidental. He'd think she was some sort of pervert. Was it too late to get out of here?

"Are you alright? Or are you struggling to get changed?" Zayne asked from the other side of the curtain. Her chest felt tight — how long had she been sat there worrying?

"No, I'm fine. I'm ready now." She panicked, blurting out the words despite herself, cursing internally as Zayne pulled back the curtain. The doctor said nothing as his eyes drank in the sight of her, nor did his expression give anything away — Not that she'd know, she avoided his gaze like the plague, staring intently at the floor. But despite his composure, Zayne certainly noticed her indelicate attire. And despite his healing instincts, and the rather prominent gash on her thigh, her panties were the very first thing that held his attention.

Zayne sat beside the bed, on the side of her injured leg, leaning in close to the cut. He took a long look at it, reticent as ever, before finally meeting her gaze.

"What time did this happen yesterday?"

"In the evening."

"And you didn't think to call me when it did?" Zayne pressed. Her words were trapped in her throat for a moment, before she finally pushed them out.

"Well... no. It was late, and it didn't seem so bad at the time."

"It's never too late to check yourself in to a hospital." Zayne stated the obvious. "Whether I was available or not, you should have had this seen to immediately." His tone was stern, his stare unwavering. She said nothing. "When something like this happens, you need to call me, no matter how late it is. I'm your primary care physician, it's what I'm here for. And if I can't see to you personally, I can find someone who can."

"I understand. I will do, next time."

"You really ought to take your health more seriously. You have a duty, as a hunter, to protect people. Lives depend on you. And you can't protect anybody if you can't take adequate care of yourself. Being anything less than thorough with your wellbeing is selfish, and neglectful of your duties." His words made her brows furrow, a mixture of annoyance and shame, but she still didn't respond.

"Injuries sustained through Wanderer attacks are more susceptible to infections. Some are serious, and fast-acting, as you should well know. I cannot stress enough the importance of getting wounds like these seen to as soon as possible—"

"I know, Doctor." She interrupted, a little snappy. "I told you already. I will next time, and I'm here now, aren't I?" But did she have any right to be annoyed with his tone? Deep down she knew she didn't, that she was only being stubborn, but she couldn't help herself.

"Please don't be so reckless next time." Zayne asked her, his tone softer, his eyes so tender she couldn't stand to look at them anymore. She couldn't take it when he scolded her.

The doctor sighed softly through his nose.

"This will need sutures, but I'll need to clean the wound and check for signs of infection first, which requires a physical examination. Is that alright?" His words nearly made her melt.

"That's fine." She composed herself well enough for an answer.

Zayne brought a gloved hand to her thigh, and although the gesture was purely clinical, she couldn't help the heat that rushed to the spot between her legs. His hands were cool, and his touch gentle, so gentle that if she closed her eyes and pictured a different context, it could've been a loving caress. Zayne pressed his fingers firmly against her thigh.

"Does that hurt?"

"No." She answered honestly. Zayne repeated the motion to the space surrounding her injury, his fingers travelling in a small circle, starting from the bottom of the cut, until they creeped inwards. Zayne gently pulled at her thigh, widening her legs as he continued his examination. She was trying her best not to react.

She cast her gaze downwards, to the fingers between her legs, and her heart dropped. From this angle, under the stark white lights, she was clearly exposed. Nothing was left to the imagination. She was so embarrassed she nearly screamed, looking to Zayne to try and gauge his reaction — but she couldn't. He was too focused on the task at hand.

Her breath became shaky as she observed the way he prodded at her, how his fingers crept ever-closer to her arousal. Just one budge in the opposite direction and those tough, broad hands would be swept over her cunt. Imagining how his fingertips would tickle the mesh of her panties was enough to make her wet.

She heard her name in the recesses of her mind, and then again. Only the second time did she realise it was coming from Zayne's lips.

She snapped back to reality, looking back at him with eyes wider than intended. He stared back at her with a cutting gaze.

"I asked you whether it hurt, where I was touching you." He repeated. She opened her mouth to speak, but it was a few moments before she could cough the words out.

"No— no, sorry. I was a million miles away." She chuckled sheepishly.

Zayne looked back at her, giving nothing away. How exciting, he thought, that he could tell exactly what was going through her mind, yet she didn't have a clue what he was thinking? Zayne was extraordinarily good at hiding his emotions, but his patient? Not so much.

She was embarrassed, that much was clear. Whether the lingerie was a wardrobe malfunction or a bold decision she quickly came to regret, he wasn't sure.

What was also clear was that she liked it — what he declined to express was that he did too.

How could he not? If it were anybody else, he wouldn't give such scandalous attire a second thought. As a doctor, he was indiscriminate; a body was just a body. He'd seen the hidden corners of countless beautiful women and it never swayed his commitment to his work or hindered his professionalism — not once. But she was different. Surely, despite how reserved he was, she could tell that she was different? That this tension between them was all but ordinary?

"I don't believe you have an infection, but I'd like to see you in a week for observation. If anything changes, let me know immediately." He told her, his tone as stoic as ever. Yet his hand lingered at her inner thigh, so close to her cunt she was sure he could feel the heat through his gloves. Eventually, he did move his hand. Despite his feelings, there was a more pressing matter at hand.

Zayne then proceeded with the usual cleaning and dressing procedures, and she suppressed a hiss as he swabbed the wound with antiseptic. During this entire exchange, she'd been uncharacteristically quiet, whereas Zayne was as quiet as usual. The silence was unbearable, she wasn't sure she could ever recall a time where she'd felt so awkward that it hurt. Her body was so tense, and her lust swelled so needily that she couldn't suppress the words that left her mouth next.

"I'm sorry about the underwear." She blurted, her apology cutting through the tension like a hot knife through butter. But it didn't take long for the searing metal to scorch her skin — she regretted the words almost the moment she'd said them.

Zayne paused, placing down the suture needle he was prepping before staring straight back at her. There was a hint of mirth behind his eyes, that came into fruition through a small, teasing smile.

"Don't apologise." His tone was gentle and neutral.

Did he say that so things wouldn't be uncomfortable, or because he liked the look of them?

"I didn't wear these because I knew you'd see them, all my other pairs hadn't dried. And I wasn't even going to see you in the first place, I only did because Jenna told me to!" She couldn't help but explain herself, a grimace on her face, but Zayne remained quiet as he brought the needle to the cut.

The anaesthetic numbed the pain. She felt uncomfortable again, with Zayne's sudden silence. She wondered whether he'd respond at all, whether she'd made things too awkward, but Zayne was simply mulling over the best thing to say.

"You don't usually wear lingerie to work, then?" He enquired, meeting her gaze once he'd pulled the stitch through. She chuckled bashfully, dipping her head.

"No. Never. They've been irritating me all day." Zayne hummed at this, continuing with his sutures. "Why, would you prefer it if I did?"

She wasn't sure where such boldness had come from. Likely it was that her lips below were talking for the ones above, despite how twisted up she felt inside. Yet again, she quickly regretted her pitiful attempt at flirting, until Zayne seemed to bite.

He met her eyes again, his smile wider now. He loved seeing her so playful. "I'm not sure I can come up with an answer that's both professional and true."

Her desire burned at his words, so brightly that she swore she could feel a hole forming in her chest. She clenched, unwittingly, never had she been so eager to feel him. A Cheshire-cat smile stretched across her face, the type of smile that she was sure made her look silly, yet Zayne found it endearing.

She began to laugh, though at first it was deep in the pit of her stomach, and Zayne continued with his work. But she couldn't help her laughter, the swell of emotions overtaking her. Embarrassed, yet immensely satisfied. How unexpected that things were beginning to work out for her?

Zayne finished the sutures, gathering fresh gauze as he began to dress the wound, amused by her reaction. "Do you truly find me that funny?" He asked in a level tone, and her laughter died down so that she could respond.

"Zayne, you are the furthest thing from funny." Though she didn't elaborate, as there was no need. Her belly full of butterflies was clear without words. The doctor hummed and finished dressing the wound.

She watched him as quiet settled over them again, but this time it wasn't an awkward silence. Instead, it was charged with sexual tension. Zayne stopped looking at her thigh in favour of the warmth between her legs. He stared, unabashedly, and the look on his face struck a bolt of fresh arousal through her heart.

He took his gloves off, then slowly, he reached over, tracing his fingertip over the lacy edge of her underwear. "Why do you have underwear like this anyway? Do you have a partner?" He asked her. She thought he sounded almost a little possessive, but it was clear another man in the picture wouldn't stop him anyways. His eyes flitted up to hers.

Her face felt hot at the question. Goosebumps prickled up across her skin in an instant, her cunt twitching from the subtle contact. "No."

"No?" He tested, taking his finger directly over her heat, stroking it up and down over the thin mesh of her panties. He could feel her wetness soaking through, and the way she twitched under his touch. "Then I'm right to assume that these are only for me?" There was a mischievous glint in his eye, one that she mirrored.

"That's right."

Her answer pleased him. She spread her legs a little wider, resisting the urge to moan despite the fact he'd hardly touched her. Zayne slipped his fingers beneath her underwear, finally feeling her properly. The sensation made her gasp.

He merely trailed his touch along the length of her cunt, between her folds, sticky with her slick. He was teasing her, taking his precious time as he lapped up the look on her face.

"You're already so wet."

His voice was collected. He was completely in control, while the woman at the end of his fingers was quickly unravelling by the second. She said nothing, releasing a shaky breath. Zayne stood, sitting opposite her on the table.

He took his fingers from the lips below to the ones above, tracing them gently, before taking hold of her jaw. He pulled her forward, and their lips collided in a greedy kiss. She poured her desire into him, clasping him tightly, pulling him closer, her eyes clenched shut as he expelled the tension from her form.

Yet Zayne, as always, appeared composed. He parried her hungry affections effortlessly, his grip on her jaw becoming firm. Zayne led the charge, as he guided her lips against his, eventually setting their pace. She slowed down to appreciate him, but before long the kiss was broken. Zayne pulled away with a soft smile, his lips a little puffy as he pressed them chastely to her cheek.

He brought his fingers to her lips again. "Suck them for me." His command was gentle without losing its timbre, and she obeyed, sucking on the digits without question, briefly, until he pulled them out of her mouth. Zayne brought his wetted fingers back to her cunt, pulling her underwear to one side and sticking his fingers firmly against her.

She huffed at the sensation. His fingers were still a little cold, warmer now thanks to her mouth. She clenched, feeling empty, needing him inside of her.

Zayne rolled his fingers over her clit, and not too slowly, which took her by surprise. She moaned already, widening her legs for him. He wore a focused expression, lust sparking beneath his pointed gaze.

He sat more comfortably between her legs, taking her thigh, before inserting a finger into her cunt. She whined, though she was wet enough to offer no resistance. He pushed it deep inside of her in one, smooth motion.

She clenched tightly with her core, as if to hold on to him, wanting to keep him inside of her, sighing as he pulled his finger out, only for him to add a second.

This was a tighter fit. She moaned, trying to keep her voice down, angling her hips up to feel him better. Zayne slowly began to pump both his fingers, up deep inside of her then down to the tips. The friction of her walls against him was marvellous.

"You feel wonderful." He told her, his eyes locked on hers, fixed on every micromovement. Everything about her, from the sound of her voice, the small parting in her lips, the sight of her so uninhibited before him — it was poetry in motion. This woman, as capable and stubborn as she was, was helpless at his touch.

I do feel wonderful, she thought, scoffing at Zayne's compliment. She felt blissful, like a ball of a thousand knots had at once been untied, releasing a deep strain she'd been harbouring in her stomach. Ever since she'd reunited with Dr. Zayne, those ties had knotted. Every time she'd seen him, the palpable tension between them had grown and grown. Until now.

Zayne sat up straight, then hoisted her up, taking his fingers out briefly to pull her panties off entirely, carelessly discarding the item on the floor. It was only a momentary distraction — soon Zayne's fingers slipped past her walls yet again, though this time he was positioned beside her, his other arm hooked around her waist, holding her close.

He pumped his fingers faster, his motions mechanical, his rhythm never wavering, and she struggled to contain the sound of her mewls.

"Shh. You need to be quieter." He hushed her, gently. "As much as I love hearing you, the walls here aren't so thick." He managed a chuckle, dipping his head to her neck, pressing a short trail of kisses down its length. This made her shiver

"That's— that's the wrong way to get me to be quiet." She scolded, playfully, matching his smile. Her words were breathy and choppy from her efforts to conceal her pleasure.

"Noted." Zayne turned her head toward his, then caught her lips in another kiss, one more frenzied than the first. Zayne used his lips to muffle the noises coming out of hers, eating every moan and whine she poured into him. He pushed his fingers as deep as they could reach inside of her, stroking her walls with a beckoning motion. Meanwhile, he played with her clit with his thumb, breaking their kiss to observe her reactions.

She looked divine. Her lips were wet and inflamed, dripping with saliva, her hair tousled, her expression languid. And he could see how she tried so hard to keep quiet for him, how her whimpers bubbled in her mouth, how hard she breathed through her nose. She felt she must have looked silly, but Zayne didn't think so at all.

"So you can do what you're told?" He teased, sounding more playful than she'd ever heard him. She huffed at this, far too wound up to retort.

He suddenly began to pump his fingers again, faster than before, which took her time to adjust to. She gasped, but caught most of the sound in her mouth, her eyes fluttering shut.

She could feel her climax swelling. It couldn't be far away. Her body felt tight and hot, her face clenched with the torment of having to keep quiet. She held his hand, leaning into him, her movements becoming fidgety as she tried to channel her stimulation. Again, she clenched at Zayne's fingers, bucking her hips to take more of them. Seeing her so desperate for him was so exciting.

"You're doing so well." He didn't tease her anymore, cooing into her ear. His husky tone was enough to make her moan again, that one slipping right past her defences, ringing loud and clear. Oops.

She bit her lips, flashing Zayne an apologetic look, though he didn't seem to mind, nor did he slow down. Another pang of pleasure rippled through her, and at that she knew it was time.

"Zayne— I'm close—" She just about choked the words out, her hand coming to clamp her mouth shut. Somehow, in the heat of things, she'd forgotten she had that option.

He sped up a final time, his fingers flashing in and out of her with a series of thick squelches. Zayne fingered her like a machine, one clever in its design — to be so quick and accurate without being brutal. She felt her whole body tense, a flush of great heat washing over her, choking out her gasps as she buried her head in Zayne's shoulder. Then, at once, she reached her release.

Her body quickly went lax, the heat and strain fizzing out of her, skin tingling. It took her a few good gasps to regain her composure, eyes slowly opening. When she looked down, the light sheet on the table had been soaked through with her release, her legs glistening with sweat. Slowly, Zayne pulled his fingers out of her, earning a whine from the weary woman. He brought those fingers to his lips, sucking away her juices.

He sent her a smile, pulling her against his chest. "Did you like that?" Surely the answer was obvious, and she sent him a look that spoke a thousand words. His smile deepened. "I'm glad."

"I hope I wasn't too loud..." She mused, looking to Zayne, who leaned in to press a soft kiss to her temple. A delicate gesture that made her heart stir.

"You were. But don't worry about it." She scoffed at that, too tired to do anything but listen to him. Before she could return the favour and get Zayne off, she needed a few minutes to gather herself.

But Zayne didn't seem the least bit concerned about his own satisfaction — seeing her hit ecstasy was all he needed. He rubbed at her inner thigh, the one that wasn't injured, giving her a slightly regretful look.

"I have an appointment in twenty minutes, so unfortunately you're going to have to leave soon." The words weighed heavy on her chest, even though she knew that was stupid, nodding at Zayne with a cheeky smile.

"That's not a problem, I can make it quick." She reached over to the tent in Zayne's crotch, but he took her hand, moving it away.

"I can sort myself out." He assured her. She couldn't help but feel a little rejected. Sensing this, he stroked her cheek.

"You can make it up to me another time." They both smiled at that, staring at each other for what felt like hours.

"I'll never avoid making an appointment again."

They probably would have kept staring if it weren't for the startling knock at the door, and the concerned voice of one of the nurses that followed.

"Doctor Zayne? Is everything alright in there? I heard a lot of noise!"

[sweetieviktor]

"it's the tradition", feat. viktor.

summary: it's christmas in runeterra and couples are sharing kisses under the mistletoe.

word count: 1.000. (yes! exactly 1k im happy with it :]

content warning: just fluff as always! :DD (written with s1 viktor in mind!!!

author notes: ITS 5AM AND IVE WRITTEN 2 FICS IN A DAY, maybe im going to die but fuck it we ball. love viktor and love xmas, i wish i could use sweaters but in brazil december is sooo hot but yeah, here it is a lil something for the holidays. hope u like it!! :)))

whenever some holiday approaches, piltover academy is adorned in it's colour by students. it's december and the halls are decorated with reds and greens all the way, bringing joy to those who look up and see the fairy lights blinking slowly to them. christmas is coming, and so is winter.

everyone is using their thickest coats, but there's still some people who are cold, even if they are holding hot drinks to warm up both their hands and their body, or if they are rubbing their arms, creating some friction that could maybe help it, or sharing kisses under the mistletoe meticulously placed on the tree near the entrance of the academy, which have all kind of things hanging on it. some letters addressed to santa, little brilliant baubles made in all type of materials you could think of, red bows and colorful lights, all made by it's students.

you wanted to spend your day like this, enjoying over your partner's warmth under the mistletoe. well, life isn't fair. he was already working and you needed to work too, but maybe you could bring him some sweet milk and cookies on your lunch break, right?

so once the clock hitted midday, you walked to the cafeteria, the same one you and viktor got out on your first date, and ordered enough cookies for both of you. the women on the other side of the counter packed them to you, putting the little bag on your right hand, while you carried the cup of sweet milk on the other. finally, you got out, hands full, hoping that you could bring him some of the christmas spirit when leaving those in the lab.

when you made it to the academy again, it was even more crowded than earlier, students going in and out, chatting and joking around, throwing snowballs at each other and playing in the snow. and again, the couples kissing under the mistletoe. and all you could think of was him. oh, how you missed his kisses. so you hurried up, the flashy holiday themed colors in the halls blending together in an indistinguishable blur.

once you reached his lab, you knocked on the door, anxiously waiting for an answer. you could feel how your heart thumped against your ribs, maybe it's the nervousness or just because you runned all the way to come here in time. “come in,” was all you could hear from inside.

you turned the door knob, pushing it so you could enter the lab. he was hunched over his desk, but once he looked past his shoulder, realizing you were the one who got in, his golden eyes immediately lighted up, just like the fairy lights, but shined even brighter when he seemed the baked goods you carried, then turning again to his work, “just wait a bit, i will finish this, ehh- hopefully soon.”

you came from behind him, leaving both the bag and the cup over his desk, “i know these are your favorites,” you put your hand on his shoulder, “and it's my break now, but soon i need to get back to work,” his hand stopped, no longer making calculations. he looked up at you, then at the papers in front of him, thinking if he should or not give in.

sighing, he let the pencil over the papers. you knew he would keep working if you didn't say it. “i guess i could give myself a break, then,” the corners of his mouth quirking up while he reached for the bag, opening it and letting the smell of the cookies bathe the place, bringing coziness alongside it. he shoved his hand on the bag, picking one up and biting onto it, humming softly when it melted on his tongue, then bringing the almost half cookie to your lips, only to put away and eat it himself.

he was laughing loudly, keeping a hand over his mouth, to prevent any crumbs from coming out. “you ain't fair,” you huffed, crossing your arms over your chest. you knew he was just joking, but you wanted to eat too, “i brought those so we both could eat. together!”

“i know, i know!”, he said, getting the cup of sweet milk and taking a sip of it, “but it's fun to tease you. can't help it,” he shrugged, looking at your pouty expression turning into one of anger. picking another cookie, he proceeded to feed you first, your frown immediately disappearing. he was trying to not laugh again, but he couldn't contain it, as he did so, soon the frown came back to your face.

“stop making fun of me and let me eat, for jannas's sake,” you also couldn't keep your smile from growing, it was such a good atmosphere that, even if you were mad at him for stealing your cookie and laughing at you, you couldn't be mad for longer than thirty seconds.

you were laughing with him, happy with how your lunch was going, eating and talking, so busy with everything that you didn't see him fidgeting, looking for something inside his jacket pocket. once there was no more food nor milk, he cleaned his hands, bringing one over you both, holding something up. a mistletoe.

you scoffed, running your hand over your face, “really, viktor?”, you were astonished, he truly got one of those just he could have an excuse to kiss you?

“well, it's the tradition, isn't it?”, he grinned, placing his free hand on your waist, bringing you closer, “any person who's under the mistletoe must kiss, it's correct?”

“yes, absolutely correct,” you put both hands on each side of his face, kissing his lips softly, tasting the sugar on his mouth. “but you taste like milk and cookies,” you kissed him again, just to make sure you got it right, “maybe next year i will bring you more of these, so we could kiss under the mistletoe again.”

“oh, christmas may be my favorite holiday now.”

[monsters00km]

I like to think Cassandra would have loved Vi.

Not like right away. But more than Tobias.

The main reason is that most of what we know about her is from Caitlyns' perspective. And honestly is makes sense that a 23 year old who still lives at home and has a mother that is powerful feels the way she does about her mom.

But I think about how Cassandra's protectiveness benefits Marcus. Marcus wanted to keep Caitlyn at arms length and Cassandra wanted Caitlyn safe. So I have always wondered if Marcus used this and kept Caitlyn away from more things and blamed it on Cassandra.

This is the big issue between Cassandra and Caitlyn. Her pursuit of her career. And Jayce makes the comment about it not being an esteemed career, and that's the issue. But this is never confirmed by Cassandra.

And what do we know for sure? Cassandra had Caitlyn removed from the force after her was hurt and almost killed. What if this is the actual reason? Regardless of your opinion on enforcers, their line of work would probably be some of the most dangerous in the city. And we are also told she had Caitlyn put on the tent during progress day. She wouldn't do that bc she thinks Caitlyn is above being an enforcer. Actually, they wouldn't make sense at all bc if she's embarrassed by Caitlyn being an enforcer, why make her watch your tent? Bc it wasn't about that. It was about watching Caitlyn and keeping her safe.

And I am not saying she doesn't want Caitlym to be a council member. I'm sure she does. But just bc she wants that doesn't mean she would actively push that. But it is very understandable to actively push for your kid to be safe.

But the 2 things I keep circling back to om why she would have loved Vi is respect and Caitlyn.

I think the reason Cassandra gives Caitlyn that head nod to go after Vi is bc of how Vi acted in the council chambers. Vi just stood in front of the council and basically yelled at them for not doing enough for Zaun.

And we find out in s2 Cassandra made the air clean for Zaun. This doesn't seem like known information. Which means Cassandra helped Zaun not for the praise or recognition, but bc she thought it was the right thing to do.

And Vi just stood in front of the council and showed no fear, and asked them to help Zaun. And yelled at them when they said no. I'm inclined to think Cassandra would have respected that. She may not have thought it was smart. But she would have respected it.

Then we have Caitlyn. Cassandra is never shown pushing relationships onto Caitlyn. Cassandra would know the struggle of being known as a kiramman and not just Cassandra. Vi wears her heart on her sleeve. Another thing that happens in that council meeting is Vi and Caitlyn looking at each other as if the other hung the moon.

I think Cassandra recognized very quickly that Caitlyn had fallen for Vi. And she could see those feelings were returned.

I think Caitlyn is way more like Cassnadra than Tobias. And i think Cassandra knew her daughter better than the audience gives her credit for. From what we have seen of Tobias. We know he wanted to punish Jayce for the explosion in s1 act 1. Not Cassandra. Cassandra sides with Caitlyn to help Jayce. And in s2 act1 he clearly doesn't like Vi. Or that she is there. And he doesn't support Caitlyn at all in s2. Yes. He is grieving. But Caitlyn is grieving and struggling with blaming herself and the weight of filling Cassandra's shoes. And he isn't there for her. And Vi is. And he doesn't seem to realize that Vi is not only helping to support his daughter. But that Caitlyn wants Vi there. It's all over her face.

And yes, we can address the "oh look a stray" comment. But Cassandra wasn't surprised Caitlyn brought a girl home through her window. The stary comment feels more directed at Caitlyn than Vi. Like it's a jab at how she snuck another girl in through the window. Which would imply that Caitlyn isn't serious about Vi.

Then we have Caitlyn and Cassandra's conversation. And how not only did Cassandra let Caitlyn and Vi believes alone in her bedroom afterwords (Yes they are adults but it is still Cassandra's house she could have demanded they can't be in there alone). But Cassandra did what Caitlyn thought Jayce would do. She helped her. She didn't tell her she was wrong. She didn't push back on her. She got her into the meeting with the council.

This got bigger than expected. But I just have a lot to say about it. I know they are small characters based on their screen time. But their impact on Caitlyn is so important and vital to the story. And the more i think about Cassandra, the more i think people really mischaracterize her. I think she loved Caitlyn and her biggest fault was trying to protect her.

[mindmelter]

Hollow Justice

It all started when I was passing by a group of logistic workers during my lunch break from the office. They were loud, obnoxious, and unfortunately, also ridiculously hot.

Our office received a new shipment of supplies that day, so the logistics team was busy unloading the deliveries into the warehouse.

One of them—a tall, Brazilian, bearded guy in a reflective vest—caught my eye immediately. But then I heard them mocking a young, shy, office guy who had just walked past. Their words hit like knives, and the shy guy’s face turned red as he quickened his pace.

I knew him from work. We never spoke to each other because we were from different departments, but he seemed like a nice guy.

"Look at that white collar faggot, even his walk is gay" The bearded logistic worker mocked while loading a heavy box into the cart.

"I think he was looking at your ass dude!" His coworker laughed.

"I will teach him to keep his eyes to himself next time!"

Something in me snapped. I wasn’t just going to let that slide. So, I followed the shy guy and tapped him on the shoulder.

“Hey,” I said, trying to sound casual but flirty. “I think you’re cute. Can I get your number?”

He blinked at me, wide-eyed, as if I’d just asked him to marry me. “Me?” he asked, almost like he didn’t believe it.

“Yes, you,” I said, smiling. He hesitated, but after a second, he pulled out his phone and we shared numbers. He looked so surprised like no one had ever hit on him before, and honestly, that just made me angrier at those jerks.

Number secured, I turned on my heels and went back to the group of homophobic workers. They were still laughing, still making my blood boil. I focused on the Brazilian guy—he was the worst of the bunch. Lucky for me, he broke off from the group and headed into the bathroom. Perfect.

I followed him in, keeping quiet as he used the urinals. Once the coast was clear, I made my move. From my pocket, I pulled out a syringe filled with my special bodysuit serum. As he turned to wash his hands, I jabbed it right into his neck. He gasped, and his body started to convulse as the serum took effect. Within seconds, he was deflating on the floor, his muscles, skin, and bones disintegrating away until all that was left was an empty husk—that handsome and tall blue collar worker turned into nothing more than a hollow bodysuit.

I dragged the limp bodysuit into the stall and took a moment to admire it. I lifted his head by the hair. His head was stretched down by the weight of his beard, making him slack-jawed, and his eyes were now just empty holes.

"Not so smug now, are you? I will show you who is a faggot," I mocked him.

I stepped into the suit, feeling his skin stretch and seal around me like a suit. Within seconds, I was him. His voice, his scent, his muscles—they were all mine.

I pulled out my phone, snapped a quick mirror selfie, and sent it to the shy guy's number with a message: *“I’m sorry for being such a prick to you earlier. I only act like that in front of my friends because I’m a closeted gay guy. Can't let them know I'm just a cock hungry whore. Please come and meet me in the bathroom. I will let you fuck my ass as an apology.”*

Then, I waited. As I waited sitting in the toilet, I played with my new thick, hard, brown cock. I would stroke it, and sometimes slap it, watching it bounce. I wondered about how many times he used it to fuck women, probably a lot... I then grabbed his ID badge that was on his neck.

Name: Thiago Henrique da Silva / Date of Birth: March 15, 1998 / Age: 26 / License Class: Class A (Allows him to operate heavy machinery)

I chuckled and then went back to play with Thiago's thick cock. After half an hour, I was starting to wonder if the guy would really show up when I heard the bathroom door creak open. I peeked through the stall door and saw him—nervous but intrigued. I opened the door and called him in.

He hesitated for a second, but the bulge in his pants said everything I needed to know. He slowly stepped in and locked the door. I could tell he was still not sure if the logistic worker was serious or if he was just about to prank him. I needed to show him that there was nothing for him to worry about.

So I kneeled in front of him and pulled down his pants. His hard throbbing cock sprang free and I wrapped the shaft with the worker's big calloused hand. I slapped his cock against Thiago's handsome face and winked at him in a flirty way. His face was priceless, he was shocked that a hot manly stud like Thiago was acting like a slut. I soon wrapped my new thick lips around his shaft and gave him a blowjob that would make him remember it for the rest of his life.

I suddenly felt his hands around my head and he started to facefuck me roughly, so rough that the mask started to slip off. Thiago's face became misplaced over my real face. It was a sight that would make the gay office worker run away and have nightmares forever.

Luckily, he had his eyes closed at the time, so I quickly fixed the bodysuit's mask, placing it where it should be.

After blowing him for some time, I stood up and pulled down my uniform pants, offering him Thiago's tight ass to fuck. It wasn't my first time being fucked, but the man I was wearing was still a virgin, so the office guy had to take some time to loosen the bodysuit's asshole. Once he was sure it was loose enough, he fucked Thiago like he was his personal bitch.

The boy might not be the best looking, but he sure knew how to fuck.

And me? I moaned, grunted, and played the part of the closeted homophobic blue-collar worker who couldn’t get enough of cock. When it was over and he finished inside me, he straightened his clothes, kissed me, and whispered, “That was amazing. I forgive you,” Then, he left, looking happier than ever.

As for the bodysuit, I didn’t need it anymore. I pulled it off and threw it into the toilet. I then grabbed a new syringe, injected the bodysuit with it, and watched as what was left of Thiago dissolved into black goo. I flushed the goo down the toilet and threw his uniform in the trash bin, but kept his ID badge for some reason...

I washed my hands and walked out of the bathroom with a smirk on my face, just as my lunch break was ending—justice had been served on my plate.

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ok so I was thinking about husband/doctor mayhew x wife/nurse reader that work together at the hospital and they fuck at the hospital but Lois confront them about it

love your writing btw 💗💗❤️

𝓞ur little secret ⋮ doctor charlie mayhew

ᡣ𐭩 . warnings ᯓ +18 mndi!, smut, u p i v, immoral behaviours, husband!doctor charlie x wife!reader, a bit of angst, i think that’s all. a/n ᯓ thanks for the request and also thanks for the good words! i tried to do this the best i could ♡. ps: english is not my first language.

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Charlie's big hand was positioned over your mouth to prevent the sounds from being emitted too loud. His hips hit yours from behind at an accelerated pace, making his cock touch all the right places inside you. Your hands on the wall helped your back arch more, making the man's thrusts reach deeper.

“My little wife, always so responsive to me” Charlie whispered in your ear, accentuating the sentence with a firm stab.

You had to bite your husband's hand that covered your mouth the moment his free hand ended up on your clit, massaging it in slow and tortuous circles.

You were both in Lois' empty room while she was doing her rehabilitation exercises. And yes, you were fucking.

In your mind you were screaming for Charlie to let you cum, but you didn't dare to say it out loud knowing that your voice volume would be too high and that you would attract the attention of your co-workers and patients.

“Do you want to come, baby?” He asked mockingly while lightly biting the lobe of your right ear. “Come on, pray for it”

You grabbed his hand by the wrist to separate it from your mouth and be able to talk. “Please, please... Let me cum” You begged in a low voice and between moans. “That's my girl” He said.

And with that, his thrusts and caresses to your clit increased and became stronger.

Finally the knot in your tummy fell apart making you wet your husband's cock. He kept lashing out at you to help you cope with the orgasm until you calmed down.

Charlie quickly came out of you — leaving you with a feeling of intense emptiness — and began to caress his member behind you.

You could hear how his breathing was agitated and how small curses came out of his lips. Seconds later you felt how his cum landed on your back.

You leaned completely on the wall, trying to calm your breathing while you felt how your husband was cleaning up the mess he had caused on your back.

Once you stabilised and were clean, you began to pick up your nurse's outfit, since you were the only one of the two who was completely naked, and with Charlie's help you began to dress.

When you were both presentable you left the room, luckily there was no one in the hallway who could betray you.

You arrived at the rehabilitation room where Lois was doing her exercises, but when she saw you, anger consumed her.

“You have done it again,” the woman said, you both looked at each other without understanding anything. “You've had sex in my room again”

You got nervous, but as always, Charlie knew perfectly what to do. “Don't talk nonsense, Lois. We would never do that”

“Do you think I'm stupid?” She asked offended and incredulous. “Every time I go back to my room it smells like sex, and it's obvious that it's your fault”

The other doctors and nurses who were in the room looked at the three of you, some with sorrow for Lois and others with compassion for you. It wasn't the first time Lois said crazy things about hospital workers.

“Please, we are professionals. We would never do something like that and much less in a patient's room” Your husband continued and you decided to contribute to the conversation. “Yes, Lois, what you're saying is in very bad taste. We were the ones who took care of you while you were in a coma”

It was at that moment that Lois started screaming that Charlie tried to kill her and that you did nothing to stop him. Some nurses began to take the elderly woman to her room while she resisted and shouted to leave her.

“We're going to drive her crazy” You whispered so that only Charlie would hear you, watching the scene with sorrow. He just let out a low laugh and wrapped his arm around your waist. “She's already crazy”

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[honeypiehotchner]

The Gambit (Hotch x Fem!Reader) -- part one

I'm backkk 👀 Reminder that y'all do NOT like each other (for now 🤭)

I did a lot of math to make sure I had my timeline in order but I won't bore y'all with all the numbers. Some basics, tho: we're somewhere in s5/6, Foyet doesn't exist here but Haley and Hotch are divorced and Jack lives with Haley, Reader is in her mid 30s and Hotch is in his mid 40s. That's all for now, happy reading! xxx

Chapter warnings: these two are at each other's throats! and a new case begins ofc

Your day started out perfectly.

You sorted more of your belongings into boxes for the movers. Everything will be shipped ahead so it arrives shortly after you do at your apartment in Virginia. You’re running ahead of schedule, so you even have time to stop for a good breakfast before heading into the office.

The day felt…too good to be true. And you quickly find out why. 

“The BAU?”

Your superior, Agent Reynolds, sits across from you and raises an eyebrow, assuming incorrectly that you haven’t heard of the branch. “The Behavioral Analy—”

“Yes, I know what the BAU is,” you cut him off, something he’s used to, waving your hand sharply. “Why the BAU?”

“You were requested,” he replies simply with a slight shrug.

“By who?”

“Agent Hotchner, as I’m told.”

That is the last name you ever expected him to say. 

“Hotch?” you echo incredulously. “You’re kidding.”

Reynolds sighs. “I’m really not.” You know deep down Reynolds will miss you, but he’ll also thank god every day that he doesn’t have to put up with your attitude anymore. 

“Huh.” You could laugh. You almost do. “Interesting.”

Your now ex-boss gives you a look, and a sigh. “What now?”

“Oh, nothing,” you shake your head. “Agent Hotchner and I have met before, that’s all.”

+++

Ten and a half years prior to the present day, you worked on a case with Aaron Hotchner. 

Key word: case. One singular case.

You were joined by agents Gideon, Morgan, and, of course, Hotchner. You were the only woman with them at the time, and that already threatened to drive you up a wall. To make matters worse, you and Hotch could not get along to save anyone’s lives. 

The two of you butted heads for two weeks straight, but even that is sugar coating it. He raised his voice at you and you raised your voice right back. Of course, only in private. In the field, you were as professional as can be. But in the tiny conference room that you had to set up for them coming in unannounced? All bets were off.

You’ve never been a particularly angry person, but something about Hotch brought all your anger to the surface.

He was the most arrogant man you had ever come across. He explained things to you that you already knew, and even when you told him you were aware of the topic, he’d continue explaining like he hadn’t heard you, just out of spite.

He underestimated you in ways that had your blood boiling. He wouldn’t send you to interview anyone, despite that being your area of expertise. He had you doing busy work, like a goddamn intern. 

You were your office’s own little BAU. You had read Gideon’s papers, been to profiling lectures. You became a profiler because you knew your city needed one, and by your fifth year in the office, you were one. You knew what you were doing, and Hotch treated you like a newbie. 

He always walked around in a damn suit and tie. Does he not own a t-shirt? Does he know what that is? Would it kill him to breathe once in a while?

Why does he have to look like he constantly has a stick up his ass?

Of course, you aren’t totally innocent. You found his buttons and pushed them since day one. He hated being talked over or shouted at, so those became your favorite things. Especially after he began doing them to you.

Don’t disobey direct orders, he said. You did. And you got the results needed, so he had no choice but to move on.

Don’t come into the interrogation room unless asked for, he said. You did anyway. The unsub needed to feel important, a high priority, and he wasn’t. So, you walked in and told Hotch that the Attorney General of the United States was on the phone. It worked. While Hotch “spoke with the Attorney General,” you got a confession. Hotch had to thank you through gritted teeth.

When the case was solved and the BAU left town, you popped a bottle of fucking champagne. Good riddance you screamed and drank straight from the foaming top.

+++

You mutter under your breath the entire drive to the BAU. Your boxes arrived this morning, but you haven’t had a chance to unpack them, so your apartment is currently a shitshow. 

And now you’re driving to deal with another shitshow. 

You haven’t received any emails or texts from Hotch, which is odd, but you’re sure as hell not questioning it. The less you have to deal with him, the better. He probably shares the same sentiment, which is why he hasn’t contacted you.

From far away, Quantico looks more like a prison than it does a headquarters. You hope it doesn’t feel the same way it looks.

The BAU office is just a short elevator ride up from the parking garage, and you dread every second of it. When the doors open on the BAU floor, you want to scream.

But you’re a professional, not a toddler, so you walk your ass through the glass doors and into the bullpen, your head held high like an adult.

“No. Fucking. Way.”

“Hi Morgan,” you mirror his grin, accepting his hug. “Miss me?”

He’s in the same black t-shirt and black jeans he always wears, his haircut just the same but shorter. And he finally got rid of the “shaving my face every morning” routine. Stubble looks much better on him.

“For ten years,” Morgan reminds you. “What brings you here?”

You shrug cheekily, feigning innocence. “I heard there was an opening.”

His grin, somehow, grows wider and brighter. “Come here!” He tackles you in another hug, this time lifting you up and spinning you. “God is on my side to-day. Where’s Reid?”

“Putting a disastrous amount of sugar in his coffee,” a blonde woman says as she passes, then stops. “Oh, hi. I’m JJ, you must be Agent L/N. I heard you were coming in today.”

You escape from Morgan’s grip to shake JJ’s hand. “That’s me. JJ, you said?”

She nods, shifting her feet to a more comfortable position in her heels. “I’m the BAU liaison, so you’ll see a lot of me. And very little of me. It’s complicated.”

“I hear that,” you chuckle, just glad to see another woman has joined the team.

And to your surprise, another joins the circle, this one with black hair parted down the middle. “Emily Prentiss,” she says, sticking out her hand. “Are we finally getting another woman around here?”

You nod, glad to hear she agrees with your unspoken comment. “Looks like it.”

“Did someone call my name?”

You turn and see the infamous Dr. Reid stirring a mug of sugar with a splash of coffee. He’s wearing a cardigan, per usual, and what looks like the same pair converse from when you first met him five years ago at a lecture the BAU put on. He was brand new back then. His eyebrows furrow when he sees you, and then they go wide.

“Y/N? Hi!” he says excitedly, nearly spilling his drink. “It’s been so long! Wha— What are you doing here?”

You give JJ and Emily a look that only you three truly understand. “Why do none of the men assume I’ll be joining the team?”

Emily laughs. “Believe me, I wish I knew.”

“Wait, seriously?” Reid blurts. “Are you really joining us?”

“Sure am,” you grin. “And once I get out of this meeting with Hotch, you’re telling me when the hell you joined a boyband.”

“Oh, ouch,” Morgan taps Reid’s arm lightly with a grin.

“Uh, you too, Derek,” you punch him, letting him know he isn’t off the hook either. “What’s up with the shirt? Do you not own another color?”

“Damn, momma,” Morgan groans. “You haven’t changed.”

“Neither have you,” you pat his cheek.

“I like you already,” Emily grins.

“Agent L/N,” an unmistakable voice comes from the top of the stairs, effectively ruining the moment. 

He definitely hasn’t changed, you think to yourself as you slowly turn around. 

“Agent Hotchner,” you mimic his tone. “Nice to see you again.”

He grips the railing a little too tightly. And he’s still wearing a damn suit, with a damn tie knotted so tight you wonder if it’s choking him. If it’s not, you want it to be. Maybe he’ll shut up then. 

“I believe our meeting was scheduled for 9am,” he says, earning a sideways glance from the other man standing on the balcony. 

“It still is,” you reply, looking beside his head at the clock on the wall and shit. “I’m late. That’s my fault, sir. I apologize.”

“Yes, it is,” he says. “We need to make this short. Hurry up.” 

He turns and disappears into his office like some imitation of Dracula. You give Derek a helpless look.

“Welcome back,” Reid says, grimacing.

“Thanks, bud,” you reply, knowing he means well. “If any of you hear any screaming, pay no mind, that’s just how we greet each oth—”

“Agent L/N!” Hotch shouts from his doorway.

“Coming!” you shout back, just as loud and just as annoyed. “For fuck’s sake,” you mutter to yourself.

You hop up the stairs two at a time, reaching Hotch’s office in seconds. 

The man that was beside Hotch offers you a smile. “I’m Agent Rossi,” he extends his hand. 

“Agent L/N,” you return the friendly expression, shaking his hand, just glad that he at least seems happy to meet you. “I’ll see you soon, I’m sure.”

Rossi nods slowly, mouthing, “Good luck.”

You like him already. You smirk.

Hotch is standing behind his desk when you walk into his office, anger written all over his face. His arms are crossed over his chest, fingers picking at his nails ever so slightly.

“Close the door.”

“Promise not to shoot me?” you joke, but it doesn’t land. You shut the door and take a seat in front of his desk while he remains standing. “Well?”

Finally, he speaks. “What the hell are you doing here?”

You let out a laugh. “Oh, great.” You sit up because this is just stupid. “Are you kidding me? This is the last division I wanted to work in, but I was transferred here. At your behest, might I add—”

“I can assure you, Agent L/N, I did not request that you join my team,” he says as he sits down, rolling toward his desk and placing his arms over the files littered before him.

“Well then Agent Reynolds is a fucking liar, I guess,” you deadpan. “He’s the one who told me I was assigned to the BAU — because of you.”

“Well it wasn’t me.”

“Glad we got that settled,” you shoot back, wanting instead to add, like I fucking care if it was you or not. “Listen, whether either of us likes it or not, I was assigned here, so I’m here. If you want me to leave, take it up with Agent Reynolds or whoever the fuck really requested me. But I can’t do shit about this, and this is now my job, so I’m not leaving just because you want to have some pissing contest.”

He looks like he’s chewing on fire. “Your job security is not my problem—”

“For God’s sake, call your fucking boss, it won’t make you any less of a man to ask a goddamn question about why you have a new agent in your office.”

Hotch glares at you, but does as you say, picking up his desk phone and pressing a few buttons.

You sit back in your chair, waiting in silence. You turn your head to look through the blinds because Hotch didn’t close them all the way, and you nearly start to laugh. Huddled around one desk, Morgan, JJ, Emily, Reid, and another blonde woman dressed in bright colors and shapes are listening intently to Reid who is no doubt lip reading and translating this entire conversation.

Finally, the line connects and Hotch starts speaking. Almost as quick as the phone call begins, it ends.

“Well?” you ask.

“There was some miscommunication,” Hotch admits, though he does not look happy about it. “Welcome to the Behavioral Analysis Unit.”

You smile sarcastically. “Thank you, Agent Hotchner.”

“You’re dismissed,” he says. “We’ll meet in the conference room in five minutes to discuss the rest of today. Don’t be late.”

“Yes, sir,” you mutter as you escape his office, just glad he didn’t torture you with a handshake.

Emerging from Hotch’s office, you stand against the railing and ask the team where the conference room is.

Morgan points to your left. “Why?”

“He told me we’re meeting there to discuss—”

“That’s on hold now,” JJ says, whirling around the BAU with an armful of files. “We’ve got a case. Missing girl, thirteen years old.” She passes out files in the bullpen, handing one to you as she ascends the stairs.

“Shit,” you mutter. “How long has she been missing?”

“Starting without me?” Hotch asks as he walks out of his office. He takes a file from JJ and says a quiet, “Thanks.”

“Yep, we are,” you say right back, scanning your file. You think you hear Rossi let out a chuckle at your response. “Gone since this morning. Are they certain it wasn’t overnight?”

“The mother dropped Lila off at school this morning at seven, and by nine, she was absent,” JJ explains as everyone fills into the conference room. “They paged her at school over the intercom, but she’s not in any of the classrooms.”

“How are we hearing about this so quickly?” Morgan asks. “I mean, I’m glad, but it’s been…just over an hour. We don’t normally have this much time.”

“Because,” JJ pauses, pointing the remote toward the TV. “This is Lila’s father.”

On the screen, the FBI’s Most Wanted are staring back at you. JJ clicks again, and one face comes forward.

“Who?” Emily says.

“Richard Monroe,” Reid says aloud. “He’s been on the run for almost two years. He’s said to have killed a dozen people, all females, but they suspect there might be more. Every time we’ve come close to catching him, he gets away.”

“And now his daughter is missing,” Rossi adds. “I’m guessing this guy is our unsub.”

“I don’t know,” you stare into Richard’s eyes on the screen. “When was he last seen?”

“You can investigate that when we get there,” Hotch says curtly. “They’re waiting for us and we’ll lose time by flying. Wheels up in ten.”

Everyone files out of the room and Hotch stays back, waiting for you to be the last one in the room.

“Agent L/N,” Hotch gets your attention. “Since you’ve never tackled a case like this before, try your best to follow orders, and watch what the team does. Don’t make any rash decisions and don’t go off on your own.”

None of his comments anger you as much as the first one. “You don’t know that I’ve never encountered something like this.”

“Don’t argue with me when we have a missing girl,” Hotch snaps. “Do I make myself clear?”

“Crystal,” you reply, pushing past him.

“I hope you have a go bag,” he calls after you. “There will be no time for shopping when we’re on the ground.”

“Then I’ll just wear your clothes!” you yell back, knowing it’ll get a rise out of him. You hear Morgan snicker down in the bullpen. 

“Agent L/N,” Hotch says, and when you turn around, you see he’s giving you his famous stare.

You sigh. “My bag is in my car. It’ll take me two minutes to grab it. That’s clearly less than ten. Unless you have anything else to say that might delay me further?”

“Go,” he says, waving you away as he heads into his office to grab his bag. “Now.”

+++

While you’re on the jet, you do some research on Richard Monroe. He’s a grade A piece of shit if you’ve ever seen one.

But he’s not the type to go after his daughter.

“Garcia, can you check and see if Richard tried at all to contact Lila on her cell?” you ask.

“I would, sweets, but I can’t find Lila’s phone. Their house phone, however, has no calls.”

“He wouldn’t call the house phone, not with Lila’s mom watching over her like a hawk,” you murmur. 

Hotch lifts his head. “How do you know that?”

“Know what?”

“That her mother would be overbearing.”

“Her father’s a serial killer on the run, Hotch,” you reply. “Any mother would keep tabs on her daughter’s every breath if she had a father like that. It’s logic.”

“She makes a fair point,” Rossi says.

“It’s unfounded,” Hotch ignores him, still dead set on irritating you. “Until you talk to her mother, don’t jump to any conclusions about her behavior.”

You raise your eyebrows. “Until I do?”

“Yes, you will be talking to her mother when we get on the ground. Morgan will go with you.” He nods to Derek. “Reid, you and JJ get set up at the precinct. Prentiss, Rossi, and I will go to the middle school. We’ll meet back at the precinct to discuss our next steps.”

You share a look with Morgan before sinking back in your chair, glaring at the file instead of Hotch.

It's going to be a long fucking day.

[drewdoa]

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── .✦ # 𝒚𝒐𝒖 • part 1 ; viktor

── .✦ a/n: hey!! so i decided to mix two of my favorite shows together!!! it’s definitely different from what i would usually write but i think it’s such a cool mix and the thought of viktor being obsessive is like rotting in my brain..i hope you enjoy this and tell me if i should make more!!

── .✦ extra info: no gender mention, obsessive behavior, harmless stalking, might be a bit inaccurate to their canon characters

{ inspiration taken from the show “you” on netflix ! }

viktor has always been the type to stay kept to himself. he doesn’t bother anyone or talk to many people besides jayce and you. rotting away in his lab at almost every opportunity presented.

..almost. he’s got a small hobby he tends to every so often, he doesn’t like to talk about it much since it’s a way for him to “de stress”. you’ve noticed lately he carries a what looks like a sketchbook that’s filled to the pages ends with things he’s been doing. pictures, and stickers and pen scribbled all inside, what else could he be doing? scrapbooking you thought!

one lazy morning though, around the crack of dawn basically, viktor was caught up in that book. going through page after page, admiring his past works. they all look similar. about the same..person?

you watch him carefully from a distance, in the hallway where his lab leads. what is so important about that book? why can’t jayce know about it? why can’t i know about it? are you hiding something crazy from me? do you feel like id judge you? all of these things race through your mind, though you reassure yourself with the fact it could just be something personal and you must respect that.

what are you so infatuated with. finally it’s about time you try and mention it, to test the waters if you will.

⌗˳⳿⤏ “viktor?” your mouth spits out, a bit of a distance between you two.

he’s caught just a bit off guard by your voice, he then relaxes just enough to give you a proper response.

“yes?” his body then turns to you, his chair fitting his body perfectly as he comfortably leans his arm on the armrest.

“i just wanted to check on you since you’ve been here for..a little while again” you take a pause before glancing at his prized possession before back at his face.

“i’ve been caught up with studies and working, im sorry i didn’t warn you beforehand. but you should be here too you know.”

“i’ve noticed you’re a fan of journalism too hm? a little expected though” you say as you step a little closer to him.

“…it’s been something i do on the side, i didn’t think you knew about journaling. you do most of that with jayce and his phone with a drink in your hand”

you freeze at his slick ass comment. as much as you wanna flick him in the forehead for it, you can’t, cause he’s right. you and jayce have been drinking quite a lot lately instead of focusing on the projects in which viktor has done most of your work.

“if i had the right to beat your ass i would’ve.” you reply while folding your arms. you take another glance at viktor’s book and there’s a familiar face in there. it looks hand drawn, a little accurate to..

“if you don’t mind, i’ve got work to finish, some that you should be helping with but there’s no point now..come back later. and bring my “partner”, i’ve got a lot of work for him.” his tall lanky figure rises from the chair as he grabs his cane, walking to the doorway and taking you with him.

“maybe one night i could show you what ive been doing..i think you’d enjoy the cage.”

✮⋆˙ hello!! i hope you liked this post :)) i was planning on making this like my own little series!! do let me know if you’d like a second part or any other requests (my asks are open <3) :D -drew

[deepestnightcolor]

✩⁺₊✩☽⋆Kinkmas - 22nd of December⋆☾✩⁺₊✩

ᴀ/ɴ: There we are. A door is smiling at you again. Are you ready to open it? Take a peek? Maybe engulf in it? I thank you for your time and I hope you will enjoy!

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: Shane x Fem!HYBRID!Reader

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ᴍᴅɴɪ ✧ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: the reader is a HYBRID, Shane is rough, raw sex, public sex, seduction, despair, talks of alcoholism and depression, Shane is a fucking grump, creampie, loads of cursing and degredation.

The Feast of the Winterstar – what fucking humbug. That was at least what Shane had always believed ever since he had turned 13 years old. Over the years that thought had settled and manifested in something borderline hateful. He hated the way people pretended to care about one another for one day. Hated how people started talking to him the closer it got to that Yoba-forsaken day – people that didn’t even glance his way any other time of the year! Hated coughing up money for gifts for people he couldn’t care less about, hated standing around in the cold, listening to meaningless chatter and looking in faces that were so full of pretence that it made him want to belch. Of course, Shane  wasn’t overly cruel, thoug. He always managed to fetch a gift for Jas, wrap it and pretend it was from someone that wasn’t him, always managed to help her set up a little tree in her room, and he always managed to go through the motions of all the traditions his niece knew and loved. Did he like it? No. Did it make him feel any better about any of this? No. Did it make him believe in anything? Hum-fucking-bug. Did he still stomp through the snow in big boots and eat the cookies and drink the milk Jas had set out so she could scream excitedly about Santa’s visit? Yes, but still! – hum-fucking-bug. Shane was huffing and puffing as he walked through Cindersap forest, axe slung over his shoulder and pulling a sleigh behind him. Yet another tradition he didn’t understand. Why the fuck would anyone cut down a tree, just to put it up, decorate it and then throw it out again? And why was he the one that needed to do it? For fuck’s sake. He grumbled, heavy boots sinking into the snow as he trudged on. Marnie had told him her and Jas had found a tree that was just perfect, and that they had marked it with a cross in the snow for him – “you will find it so easily!”. Yeah, right. The skies had already started to darken when he had gotten off work, and the forest didn’t necessarily increase his sight. But no, it had to be done right this instant. “What if it snows, Shane!” Marnie had asked, accompanied by his niece’s puppy dog eyes. “Fuck this bullshit,” he hissed, rubbing his gloved hand over his face. All the trees looked the fucking same, what the fuck could make one perfect? Besides, would they really notice if he picked any other tree? Knowing his niece, she probably would. Which meant Shane trudged on, pulling the wooden sleigh, carrying his axe. He had almost given up when finally something caught his eye, a cross, sloppily drawn in the snow. “Fuckin’ finally,” Shane hissed, letting the head of the axe drop in the snow, rounding the tree to find the perfect spot for the first whack. He eyed the tree – and for the life of him, he couldn’t fucking figure out what made it “perfect” – then shrugged. He would get it down either way he decided, lifting the axe, making his back muscle tense up, bicep flexing before he made the first blow, strong enough to make his upper body vibrate. The tree shook, making a load of snow drop off a branch, hitting the dark-haired man right on the head. “What the actual fuck is this fucking shit-whacking bullshit, I fucking HATE fucking whatever this fucking is!” He hollered, dropping the axe, trying to shake the snow off of his beanie and coat, but he still ended up with some melting down his hairy back. “FUCK! Feast on my big, fat, DICK you stupid winterstar!”

The string of curses didn’t let up as he picked up the axe again, an aggressive blow being delivered to the tree trunk, one that had made his whole body tense and shake as the energy was released. Just as he lifted the tool a third time, though, did he hear a sound over the strings of fuck’s and shit’s. Had he just heard steps? It had sounded like it, but when he looked over his shoulder, he saw nothing but…trees. He rose a brow, then shrugged his broad shoulders once more, cussing again when he felt the cold on his back again. The third blow was more precise than the angry one from before, landing in that edge he had hit into the tree the first time. Finally, it seemed he was getting somewhere- “’Scuse me,” a tiny voice suddenly asked, making him twirl around, almost stumbling. “Holy FUCK, what the hell?” He snapped, axe held in front of his chest, blinking against the growing shadows. He let his head tilt slowly when he saw the silhouette that looked… human. But- What was that on its head? He leaned forward a little more, but it turned out that he didn’t need to. The figure stepped out of the shadows slowly, approaching him with a sweet smile on her lips. “Are you Shane?”

Usually, Shane would have had an impromptu answer for things like this – “fuck the fuck off and leave me alone” was his personal favourite, not kind, but effective – but something had caught his attention. Those ears definitely weren’t human, way too long and twitchy. And the last time he had checked, humans didn’t have fucking antlers.  Was he drunk? He had had one beer, hadn’t he? Yeah. He hadn’t had time to drink yet. So why was this fucking girl wearing antlers? “The fuck?” He asked, brows furrowing in a frown. “Why do you know my name? And why the HELL are you wearing antlers? Are you one of those seasonal freaks from Joja? Fuck right off where you came from.” Another usually – usually, people would frown, or just laugh awkwardly and walk away, the most unusual thing that had happened to him was someone daring to show him the finger. Asides from Sam, of course. Sam, ever the stubborn- he was getting off topic. This…person…didn’t follow his “usually” either. You just smiled softly at him, ears twitching as you stepped closer. “I am not wearing antlers, I have antlers.” “Yeah, right, and my dick is a snow cone. Want a lick before you piss off?” Honestly, it was getting cold, making the snow cone comment not as unbelievable as he had hoped, but like hell he would tell…you. “That does actually sound quite pleasant.” Again, Shane’s brows furrowed almost automatically. You were definitely taking the piss, and he didn’t even fucking know you.   “Fuck off, I am fucking busy, too busy to play with a furry.” This time, a laugh left your lips, a sound that sounded like bells chiming softly, so clear and warm that it made his facial features soften a little. “Beings like me are called a hybrid, Shane,” you told him, snow crunching under your boots as you stepped closer. Shane blinked at you like he had done before, his fingers wrapping tighter around the handle of the axe. “Yeah, right. Stop shitting me and finally leave me alone. Ya see that I am fuckin’ busy, don’tcha? Or do “beings like you” have piss poor eyesight?” Yet again, no irritation, no confusion, not even a flash of a negative emotion could be seen on your face, he was met with nothing but another of those pretty laughs. And why did it make his heart beat faster? “Why are you doing this?” “Doin’ what?” “Cutting down a tree, Shane.”  Crunching snow. You had taken another step, and Shane could almost make out your features now. “’Cause it’s fuckin’ normal, unlike runnin’ ‘round a damned forest, pretending to be a deer and snoopin’ round-” “Reindeer, if you please.” “What-fucking-ever. Runnin’ ‘round like a rein-…Wow, you really ARE takin’ the piss, huh? Who paid you enough to be like this?” Twitch. How did you manage to get those ears to twitch? “I thought you didn’t like the holidays.” “I fuckin’ don’t.” “Then why are you cutting down a tree for the festivities?” Holy shit. Poor Shane had to take a deep breath now, trying to regain  control over his thoughts, just to end up…irritated when a different scent than just foresty musk hit his nose. Cinamon? Why did the air smell like cinnamon and cookies now? “Because- uh…,” he had to clear his throat, the sweetness in the air making his throat run dry in a way that led him to stumble over his words, “how the fuck- uh- how the hell would you know it’s for that? Maybe I need it as fire-“ “You always stock up way before winter, Shaney.” Shaney? What the hell was happening here- Snow was crunching again, and finally, you were close enough for him to see you, and Yoba, even Shane could admit that you were drop-dead gorgeous. Not that he would say it out loud-

You gave him a smile, one that was just as soft as your laugh had been, long lashes fluttering up at him. It was hard for him to take his eyes off your face, but your antlers caught his attention. What horrified him, though, was that they seemed to be real. “They are pretty, aren’t they? You can touch them, I don’t mind,” you offered, voice soft, eyes shining up at him with a soft glimmer. Like hell he would touch some antlers. He would turn around now and go home, cut that tree down tomorrow. Fuck this shit- “But what really turns me on is when you touch my ears.” Shane’s eyes fell back on you almost immediately, taking in your face again. You were still smiling, all soft and patient, although he did believe to see a hint of a grin underlying that carefully constructed surface. “The fuck do you want?” He asked, a little breathless now. “Me? Oh, nothing, Shaney,” you hummed, leaning a little closer, allowing Shane to hear the soft chime of bells – real bells. His grey eyes snapped down, breath hitching in his throat when he saw your outfit – you were wearing nothing more than a red and white striped skirt, a small green shirt, and a red harness that was laced bells. How the hell had you managed to not freeze to death- “I just want to…You know,” you added on, your hands now on his shoulders, “make you feel a little more festive. Can’t have you gloom around like the last few years now, can I?” You cooed, and something about it just made his cock twitch in his pants. He swallowed down the knot that had begun to form in his throat. Why was he keeping up with this? A crazy-ass bitch, pretending to be a hybrid was standing in front of him, babbling stupid, albeit true, shit and he was taking it. He could just step away and walk home. Tell them it was too dark to find the tree. Prove him wrong, Marnie. But something kept him standing still. Something made his fingers twitch, feeling a dire need to touch those soft looking ears. “Tempting, aren’t they? You can touch, I promise…Would it maybe help you if I called you master?” Yoba, how had you known? Fuck, had you felt his cock twitch just now? He fucking hoped not, even tried to shift his hips away to get some space between them and you. “Oh!~ So you do like being called master. And I am happy to oblige,” you added on, lowering your head, silently offering your ear. And Shane couldn’t believe it, but he reached out. Even took off his gloves to slowly wrap his fingers around the fluffy, sensitive things. He had expected this to be something you were messing about as well, some weird prank, but the sound that left you proved him wrong. So, so wrong.

It sounded so sweet, your little moan. So honest, so warm, vibrating in his ears, hitting a spot he usually kept hidden away so carefully. “That feels good, master,” you sighed, pushing your head in his touch, bringing him face to face with a pair of rather impressive antlers. If Shane had taken a closer look now, he would have noticed that these things most definitely weren’t fake, but the old grump was much too busy to press down on those fuzzy ears, feeling them twitch under his warm hands, hearing that angelic moan again. This time the vibrations didn’t die down in his ears, they went through his whole body, crawled down his spine, making his pudgy dick throb in his pants. Yoba, in every other situation he would have barked at you to get right the fuck off, but you made something in his stomach set ablaze, clawing dangerously at Shane’s otherwise rather simple emotional palette, awakening a need in him he had barely ever felt in the last few years. Again, something the man would have never admitted, but it was true – with how often he had been drunk or depressed, okay, cross that, he had been both more often than not, he had barely been in the mood to do put up with his body in any other way than stuffing it with food or filling it with alcohol. But right now, he could feel his girthy dick throb numbly with your little moans, could feel his breathing growing heavier whenever those little bells chimed as you tried to lean even closer, sighing at the surprisingly sweet massage Shane’s thick fingers delivered.

Shane could not help himself, his eyes moved down your body rather shamelessly. Taking in your tits, the leather of the halter pressing down on them in a way that made his Adam’s apple bob with a thick swallow, took in the way your skirt hugged the plush of your hips, the way it allowed itself to flow down to your mid-thigh to just…stop, revealing long, strong looking legs. Shane’s cock dared to throb again, and he could feel himself harden in his pants, greedy for the dish that offered itself so openly. He would have been ashamed if it hadn’t been so long, and if you had stopped looking at him so prettily. But no, you seemed to melt under his gentle touch, letting out these sounds that made his mind whirr, smiling at him oh so sweetly. He just had to, just had to let his hands slip from your ears, trace down your neck with his thumbs. You didn’t seem to mind, allowing yourself to openly break out in goosebumps, a moan of his name leaving your lips. Fuck, if he hadn’t started hardening before, he surely was now. Fat cock throbbing to life in his pants, vein on the underside of his dick pulsing. But he could hold back still, still unsure, not quite knowing what was happening, and yet he was caught in a daze, one that had his mouth completely dry, and his throat tied into knots, it seemed. Still, his hand had kept wandering, fingertips coming in contact with the cold leather hugging your tits so nicely, making you chuckle quietly. “Looks pretty, doesn’t it?” You breathed, hot breath turning into a cloud as it left your mouth, leaving Shane wanting to swallow it down, his eyes following its slow disappearance with a hint of greed in them. “You know,” you suddenly breathed, fuzzy ears twitching, beautiful eyes looking up at him, and if he wasn’t completely dumb, he was pretty sure he was seeing a glint of mischief in them, “I am not wearing any panties. Thought it to be unnecessary today.”

The way you had said it was cheerful and bright, as if you were singing a happy little tune – and yet it made something within Shane snap. Large hands balling to a fist just to open up again, he grabbed your face and brought it close to his, pressing those chapped lips of his against your soft ones, ignoring the soft tingle jingle that came with the abrupt movements. You seemed to giggle against his lips, willingly parting your own to his lapping tongue, allowing the wet muscle to enter your mouth, moaning greedily when you felt him suck on yours. It seemed like you had gotten him somewhere with this, and it made your heart jump in your chest, especially when you felt a pair of hands wandering down your body, pinching and groping at what they could grasp until they found their new home on your hips, using the leverage to finally pull you into his body. You would have urged him on a little more, really, you would have! The way his tongue licked and sucked yours didn’t make it an easy task, though, and the fact that you were enjoying the deep, rather rough kiss much less so. Teeth clattered against teeth, and his scruff was scratching your face. Not that you minded, quite the opposite. The small sting made you feel all warm. Not even when Shane pulled away, a string of saliva still connecting your lips, were you able to formulate a sentence. You were turned around and pushed against the tree behind you much too quickly – for a man of his size, he moved rather fast, didn’t he? -, your hands finding stable rescue on its bark. “No panties, huh?” Shane snarled, his voice having adopted a deep tone, one that sounded like gravel being grounded under heavy boots, and holy spirits, did it make you shudder. “No, master. Do you perhaps want to check?” You asked, your lip being dragged between your teeth as you arched in your back, pushing your behind backward. There was a short silence, as frosty as the air that was lingering between the two of you. You would have turned your head a little to see the man again, but your antlers were scraping against the tree you were holding on to for support, catching in low hanging branches, leaving you in a rather hopeless position. “M-master?” You asked instead, shifting your hips again. A big paw was still resting between your shoulder blades, holding you in place, which meant he hadn’t just upped and left, which was assuring. You could hear snow crunch under his boots as he shifted, a sound your sensitive ears picked up with ease. You looked downward, seeing Shane’s knee coming up, pressing right into your crotch. Your ears folded backward, a small gasp leaving your lips. You had started getting wet already, and his movement had caught you by surprise, leaving you a little breathless. “How ‘bout you spread your fuckin’ legs f’me then? Bet ya can do that, with the way you’ve been runnin’ your slutty mouth. Right?” The way your heartbeat picked up was probably pretty unhealthy, your legs spreading open until you could feel Shane’s knee comfortably press against your crotch. “Like this?” You asked, bells tingling again as you shifted them open just a little further. What you hadn’t expected was a hand to pinch your side, tickling another moan out of you. “What was that? Thought we agreed on somethin’,” his voice snarled, making you swallow down an aroused chuckle. You hadn’t necessarily agreed on something, but you were way too happy to obey than to correct him. “Yes, master, I apologize. Is this good, master?” You asked, biting your lip yet again when you felt one of his thick fingers slide up your neck, just to run back down, down your spine, hooking in the harness and giving it a rough tug.

The jingle tingle jingle was a well-known noise to you, but in this context, it did nothing but excite you, your little cunt had already started to become wet when Shane had slowly allowed himself to fall into you, but him shifting into this new role did a lot more to you than you could have ever expected. "You can spank me, too, master, if that’s what you’d enjoy,” you suddenly breathed, trying to push your further back – a weak attempt to find the heat that was radiating from Shane’s crotch, but only finding yourself press more against his knee, making you whine out loud.

The dark-haired man’s Adam’s apple bobbed as he watched you, his lower lip bitten as his chest heaved and fell rather quickly. You were so willing, so easy, and so greedy at the same time. Having a knee pressed against your cunt and still searching for his cock. It was no surprise that his free hand was pawing at his dick through his pants, giving it a few rough tugs as he watched you squirm under the pressure of his hand. You had seemingly found out that pushing back against him felt good, because that searching little hump had turned into you rutting your greedy cunt into his knee. Shane hadn’t allowed you to do so, though, had he?

His hand left his cock, instead gripping your ass through your skirt. The sound you gave was surprised, but definitely aroused as well. Your eats were folded toward him, another sign that Shane was happily ignoring in favour of letting his open palm smack down on your ass. “I didn’t fuckin’ allow you to touch yourself, did I, you greedy fuckin’ thing?” “N-no, master,” you breathed, voice shaky with the pleasurable sting spreading through your body. And Yoba, there came another one, harder than the first one, and even though the blow was softened ever so slightly by your little skirt, it still made the skin on your ass burn – his hand was big, and Shane was strong from all his work in the warehouse, despite the gut he had put on from drinking too much alcohol and eating food that was way too unhealthy.  He simply wasn’t one to be underestimated.

The third smack was just as hard as the second one, landing on the exact same, stinging spot as the other two did, forcing your hands to curl against the tree, the excitement that had been bubbling inside of you having grown to something else, something bigger, something way more lustful, something way more… needing. “I am sorry, master!” You moaned out, the quiver in your voice being joined with the jingling of your bells. “Will hold still now, master!” You promised, eyes squeezing shut when you felt another smack increasing the stinging sensation on your ass. “’S’that so?” “Yes, sir!” “That’s what I like to hear,” Shane sighed. Shit, he was hard. Hard and throbbing in his pants, cock begging to be freed from its confines, to drool its fat globs of pre out in the open. First, he had to check something, though. His hand slowly soothed over your ass as it was wandering down to the hem of your skirt, long-cold fingers fetching the fabric to flip your skirt upward, and what he was met with made him groan out loud. It was a deep sound, one coming from his belly. A primal, needy one, one that made your whole body feel like it was set on fire. “You really aren’t wearing any panties,” he breathed, making you shake your head. “I am not, sir.” “And you have a tail.” “I do, sir.” “What happens when I- shit, your cunt’s clenchin’ ‘round nothin’, ya like that? Yeah? Like when I tug on your tail?” He asked, fingers still wrapped around the fluffy tinsel, giving it another tug. If he could have only seen your face, mouth hanging open as if you were about to moan, eyes squeezing shut. What he did see, though, was your pretty cunt, busying itself with clenching around nothing whenever he gave just a teeny tiny tug.

“And you are so wet already, too…Fuckin’ hell, aren’tcha a dirty lil whore, huh?” The attempt to answer was interrupted by the silent moan that had been stuck in your throat finally escaping when you could feel a cold finger trace through your hot, wet cunt. “What is it, reindeer? Ain’t gonna talk to me anymore? Brain already shut off?” you shook your head from side to side, desperately attempting to find the words needed to formulate an appropriate answer, but Shane’s finger slowly circling your twitchy little hole kept pushing them just out of reach. Besides, it already took way too much out of you to not just push back, urge that finger that tapped your cunt’s entrance with mean temptation deep inside of you. Lucky little reindeer girl, because Shane seemed to have just about enough mercy for you to let the tip of his middle finger dip inside your gushy hole. It was just enough to brush that itch you felt burning within you, just enough to make you sigh out, but you. Needed. More.

Your tail was shaking from side to side as Shane teased your pussy, thumb tapping at your clit with cruel curiosity, grey eyes taking in the way your body trembled whenever he did. You were so wet already, taking in his finger with such ease that he needed to swallow thickly, mental image of his cock buried to the hilt inside that warm, pretty, slutty hole popping up in front of his inner eye. God, he needed that. And yet, he couldn’t just give that to you, could he? “Still didn’t hear ya. Maybe I should just…stop,” he breathed, his hand already threatening to pull away. That was when you were able to snap into motion, shaking your head quickly, the frantic tingling of your harness only underlining your despair. “No! Sir, no, please! Please, I- I need you!” “What was that?” He asked, the tug on your harness squishing your tits together almost uncomfortably, adding to the feeling of being about to burst. “I need you, Sir! Pretty, pretty, please!” The snap against your ass and the tug against the harness made your eyes roll, body trembling for more. “Dirty fuckin’ slut. I don’t know ‘bout all this hybrid shit, but I do fuckin’ know ya are a desperate little whore. Nothin’ but a cum dump, isn’t that right? Comin’ up to me to be filled?” You were breathing heavily, ears’ twitching signalling that you were listening. It was true, all of it was true. You wanted to be filled by him, you couldn’t wait to be filled by him. Cunt so painfully wet that you were pretty sure you could feel some of your juices run down the inside of your thighs, body so reactive that even the brush against your tail made your head spin.

Smack. That one had been a hard one, one that made your body jerk forward, one that made you stumble to collect your words yet again. “Yes, sir! Nothing more but a cum dump for you! Can’t wait to please your cock, master!” That was what you had planned to say, at least. Your words came out way more slurred in the form of a whimper, mumbled under your breath as you tried to recollect your last braincells that weren’t busy focusing on you being a cock-hungry slut. Shane himself had trouble focusing. The cold air stung on his cheeks, but he was too focused on you to really notice. The way his hand kept your back arched in, the way you yourself greedily pushed back to expose your cunt further. There was no way he could resist, no way he could stop his hand to unbuckle his belt with that heavy clink, no way he could stop himself from messily removing his painfully hard dick from its tight confines, grunting when the pudgy head smacked against his winter coat. Not to toot his own horn, but Shane’s size was admirable – his dick being the only few things about himself that he had liked, and even that body part of him had been barely functioning. A considerable size as to not say big, with a pudgy, fat head, readily leaking pre-cum that ran down the girthy shaft. He considered you with a sharp look in his eyes, hand pinching at the bottom of his cock before, thoughtfully smacking it against your hole, grinning to himself at the way you twitched, as if your cunt begged for him to finally fill it up. Shane wasn’t cruel, however, his hand leaving his cock again, reaching around you and holding his palm out under your mouth. You looked down at him it in slight confusion, ears twitching again. “Ma-master?” “Spit,” he ordered. That was a request you didn’t need to hear twice; you pursed your pretty lips as you collected a fat glop of spit, readily letting it fall from your mouth onto his hand. The groan that could be heard from behind your back made your tail wag from side to side, heart pounding in your chest, especially when a soft praise followed: “That’s a good girl.” Shane’s hand left her back to rub your ear momentarily, his other hand busying itself slowly running down his shaft, coating his fat cock in your spit, rubbing over the tip and pulling down to make your saliva and his pre-cum mix together in a dirty makeshift lube. “You, uh-“ “Fuck me,” you whispered, your voice a little quieter than intended. Your antlers still made it impossible for you to look over your shoulder, but you were more than willing to spread your legs wider. “Shit, you are a fuckin’ slut,” he laughed, a sound that made your heart jump, laughing with him, albeit yours sounded a lot wobblier.

The heat between your legs made it impossible to think clearly, and his hands, oh, his hands. The one on your ear had started wandering again, exploring your body with rough grabs and gropes. Big palm pressing against your tit, giving it a smack and a squeeze, before a thumb gently rolled over the hardened nipple. It would have almost distracted from his trip pressing against your drippy hole, but the moment he pushed onward, all of your attention was focused on the sensation between your legs. “Oh, ohohohoh!” You babbled, head falling back. Shane felt like his heart was about to explode – your cunt was stunningly warm, gummy walls hugging around his tip in a way that brought him close to just mounting you, bottoming out inside of you with just one thrust. It was tempting, really, filling you to the hilt, stuffing you full of cock just like this. Instead, his hand found that ear again, pressing a gentle massage into it, praising lowly. “Thaaat’s a good slut. Look at you, already suckin’ off my dick, good girl. Gonna move a lil more, okay? Gonna stretch that lil pussy open, that’s fuuuckin’ it, take it.” His cock was honestly aching with despair, with the need to be wrapped up and suffocated by her walls, the dark-haired man’s brain completely shut off as he watched his dick vanish inside her cunt, centimetre by centimetre. And the sounds. Yoba, the sounds you made. They were heavenly. Whiney gasps, breathy moans, begging whimpers, all tumbling out of your mouth freely as he bucked forward. He was about halfway in when he finally gave you a break, your eyes swimming in tears at the unusual size filling your cunt. “Good girl,” he praised again, kissing your shoulder blade carefully. “Think you can take it all, huh? Want me to fill you up nicely, little whore?” Yoba, yes, you wanted him to fill you to the brim. Fuck you senseless, use you however he pleased. His size made your eyes roll as you moved, gasping his name out in the cold night air, leaving it there to be carried away by a gust of wind. His cock was throbbing against your walls, pulsing with each clench your pussy gave in an attempt to adjust. You were struggling, the stinging sensation mixing with pleasure in a way you hadn’t expected it to, leading you to allow yourself to push back against him. “Need more, huh? Cunt’s not full enough yet? Pathetic,” he growled, his façade cracking with how quickly he was obeying, pushing in further, making your cunt take him, until he finally was balls-deep inside of you. Your jaw was hanging open again, fingernails digging in the bark of the tree. You were pretty sure you could feel each and every pulse that went through him in your whole body with how full you felt. “Pussy stretched fuckin’ thin now? That’s what ya like? Filled up like this, pinned against a stupid tree? Wish I could see your face right now, lil reindeer. Bet you look absolutely, deliciously stupid.” And you did. Really, you did. A small drop of spittle hung by the corner of your mouth, your eyes were glazed over with nothing short of dumb pleasure, pretty lashes fluttering when Shane started moving. He moved slowly at first, only pulling back a little and thrusting back in with a considerate stroke.

“Relax for me, babe- that’s it, that’s fuckin’ it. Gushin’ ‘round my cock like that, needy fuckin’ thing- fuck, ya feel so good,” he sighed, his hips moving faster, fucking into you with more vigour now, trying to get more of those delicious sounds out of you. The bells on your harness jingled dutifully as Shane fucked into you from behind, his pace fastening with each thrust.  Oh, how you loved it. Moaning his name shamelessly, gasping whenever it rewarded you a hard smack on the ass, switching back to master, just to slip up again. Being taken against a tree like this was new to you, and if a reindeer hybrid like you had a wish to make, you would have wished for this to never end. Cock stretching you thin, pounding whatever frustrations Shane had into you – and you were happy to take it, especially when he leaned in to praise you so filthily. “Hear that? Hear how your whore cunt is takin’ me? Messy lil slut, holy shit. Good fuckin’ girl.” You swallowed him up so well, cunt complaining with a squelching sound when he pulled back, just to greet him with another sloppy wet sound when he fucked back into you, balls smacking mercilessly against your skin with the rough fucks he was giving you. The pale skin on your ass had started to redden from the cold, but if he looked closely, he could make out the shape of his fingers. Fuck, you took him so well, it should have been illegal. “Like that? Like bein’ fucked against a tree? Ohhhooo, you clenchin’ up again – must be lovin’ it. Twitchy fuckin’ pussy,” he hissed, pelvis smack, smack, smacking into your ass as he took you just how he pleased. The hard, bullying thrusts had turned your brain to complete mush. The cold winter air had no chance against the warmth you felt prickling on your skin, radiating from an ever-consuming heat pooling within you. “Ma-mahaster!” You cried out, making Shane groan lowly. “Feelin’ good, whore? Cunt’s pounded good? Shit, you’re so good f’me, fuckin’ love this pussy.”

A particular rough snap was bullied into you before he began to snap his hips fast again, the string of moans leaving your lips only urging him to push you further, push you closer to the edge. His hand smacked your ass, this time the other cheek, tearing a sob from you, cold skin being forced to heat up with a stinging sensation. “Play with your tits for me,” Shane hissed, his balls feeling painfully tight. If his brain had been any clearer, he would have been surprised that he wasn’t completely out of breath yet, but something about you, cross that, everything about you made it just so easy for him. You felt so full, so hot, and so, so fucking close. Your orgasm was so, so close, making the hand that was pinching and grabbing at yourself shaky, your eyes rolling, legs twitching. “Sh-shane-“ You began, gasping out loud as he picked up one of your legs, pushing it forward, seemingly hitting impossibly deeper.  The words that had been on your tongue had tumbled back down your throat, burning in that pit of hot lava in your stomach that threatened to overtake you, your head falling back, almost hitting the relentless man with your antlers. Shane let out a breathless chuckle, the grunts and groans that had been leaving him barely allowing him to hear your sentence, but the way your body was beginning to twitch and shiver was enough. His fingers found your clit, arm awkwardly wrapped around your hip to reach between your legs, rubbing that little bundle of nerves, smacking his lips together to try and regain his ability to speak. “Ya gonna cum for me? That’s it? Pretty cunt’s gonna spill all over me? Fuckin’ do it. Cum for me, baby, want to have it all.”

You could do nothing but nod, and nod you did. Frantically, bells jingling as your hips fucked back against the rough thrusts that would for sure leave you behind sore, and you would relish the fact that you were. Your breathing came out in short puffs, moans all high pitched as your back arched in, your hand wrapping around the wrist of his hand that was rubbing your clit, a sobbed cry of his name announcing your orgasm that knocked the air right out of your lungs. “Fuhuckkkk, holy fuckin’ shit,” Shane moaned, his other hand wrapping around your stomach to pull you closer, ignoring the feeling of antlers bumping against his head. He needed you close, and he needed you to be close right now as you were creaming around his cock. “Good girl! Perfect girl, fuck! That’s it – cum for me. Cream around me- You are gonna make me cum, fuckfuckfuckfuck,” he gasped, babbling some more lewd curses as he thrusted into you, holding you as close to himself as he possibly could. His breathing became ragged as he neared his orgasm, making your ears perk, even in the dazed state of mind your orgasm had left you in. Your free hand reached back, finding the back of his neck, fingers curling in the strands of hair you could find, giving a small tuck. “Nee-need you to- cum,” you drooled, weakly pushing back your hips.

The dark-haired man could feel his hips stutter, feeling like an invisible hand wrapped around his throat as something inside of him finally snapped. He bucked forward, pressing you against him as ropes of cum started to shoot from his dick, low groan leaving him. The feeling of being filled like this, so snugly pressed against him, it did something to you. Something that made the tears that had filled your eyes finally spill, something that made you want this to never end.

Shane was quivering behind you as he weakly bucked his hips forward, milking his dick with the help of your pussy just like he had milked your cunt – to be honest, he was desperate to fill you up as much as he could, fill you up enough for you to feel it for as long as possible. But, years of alcoholism and depression finally caught up to him, making his hips quiver to a halt, head bumping against your shoulder as he greedily sucked in a lungful of air. And that’s how you were standing there, wrapped in the darkness of the forest, dick stuffed in your cum-filled cunt. How you loved this feeling already. You didn’t know how long the two of you had been standing there like this, but at some point, Shane started to feel the cold settling in, biting at his skin with icy fangs. And even though he would have known a billion other things he would have preferred, he slowly began pulling out, snapping you out of that haze. “Fuck,” he breathed, making you finally turn your head as crunching snow indicated steps turning away. Shane had picked up his messily discarded gloves before slowly returning to you. “Might pinch a lil now, but I don’t know what else I could use,” he explained. You were watching him in confusion as he leaned down, gasping out loud when the rough material of the glove touched your raw cunt. “Sorry, baby. Just need to clean ya up a lil, can’t let ya- there we go, relax for me,” he murmured, dabbing at you oh so carefully. Each contact made you twitch, but his gentle care which posed such a stark contrast to the demeanour from before – you didn’t have the heart to tell him that this would be no problem at all for you. “There, a little better,” he murmured, adjusting your skirt before giving his dick a rather quick swipe before he slowly zipped himself up again. Suddenly, a realization seemed to hit him.

“Those antlers are real.” “Yes, they are.” “That…tail, too?” “Yes.” “And the ears?” You twitched them in response, giving Shane a bright, albeit tired smile. “All real.” “And you…why are you…” “You see,” you smiled bells jingling their soft tune as you approached him, “I’ve heard you say humbug one time too many, and decided to give you a little holiday spirit.” Shane’s brow furrowed again, his mouth opening again to respond- “Nu-uh. You can’t deny this, I am real, and it’s not exactly normal to fuck a hybrid in the forest around the holidays, is it?” At that, his mouth snapped shut, making you giggle and pat his chest. “There, there. This was a fun little present, after all, wasn’t it?” Shane swallowed the knot in his throat as your cold hand touched his cheek. “And I know you have it in you.” “What else do you fuckin’ think ya know?” “That you just gave me the best fuck of my life.” His jaw clicked as he snapped it shut again, making you giggle again. You picked up the axe that Shane had oh so carelessly dropped before, placing it in his hands. “Do I need to- uh. Bring you somewhere?” A laugh left your lips, bright as a bell and as warm as a cozy fireplace. “No, Shane. I have found you with ease, and I will find home with even more ease. Don’t you worry.” “And…uh- will I see you again?” he couldn’t believe he was asking this- “That depends.” “On what?” “If you are on the naughty or nice list.” You gave him a smile; a sweet kiss being placed on his scruffy cheek.

Shane was left stunned as he heard the snow crunch under your boots, crunch, crunch, crunch. He watched after you, legs denying their services – it was like he was frozen to the ground. Shane blinked to let his eyes adjust better, but when he opened them again, you were gone. The fuck? There was no way you could have vanished so quickly! He dropped the axe again, quick steps through snow following the footsteps that you had left behind, just for them to…slowly disappear. 

Shane was left standing in the forest, with no trace of you left behind. Had he just dreamed all of this? Pussy-starved, holiday-hating brain coming up with a dirty fantasy while he tried to cut down a tree? Was he going fucking crazy? He rubbed over his head, pressed his fingers against his eyelid. Maybe he hadn’t gotten enough sleep the past few days? But why the fucking hell did he feel that cozy sleepiness he always felt after an orgasm? He looked into the direction he had seen you go in once more before slowly returning to his axe. Walked to the tree he had held you against, but there was nothing but his own footprints. Fuck, had he been manic or some shit? He swallowed thickly, running his fingers over the tree bark where he had been pretty sure your slender fingers had found support. Shit, he was going crazy. He decided it was time to fetch the axe and go home, sleep it off. But as he walked, he heard a sound. Soft and all clear. Warm and bright. It reminded him of something, something he couldn’t quite put his finger on. He took another step forward, just to hear the gentle sound again. His hands automatically reached in his pocket, just for his fingers to wrap around something smooth and cold. He pulled his hand back, opening it to find a bell resting in the palm of his hand, still cool from the night air, reflecting whatever little moonlight had fought its way through the trees. He shook it gently, eliciting a soft jingle tingle jingle, making a smile appear on his lips. Well, he guessed there was a reason to get on the nice list now. Or at least the nicer list. While Shane made his way home, the “perfect” tree was resting on the sleigh, and the old grump even hummed a light and soft song – “Jingle Bells”.

[livelaughlouistomlinson]

Flights & Chain-smoking.

Genre: Fluff.

You had spent the entire morning doing laundry and packing both yours and Louis’ suitcases. You intended on spending the holidays in Doncaster until well after the new year which meant there was a lot to get done.

You knew he was stressed by the way he tossed and turned in bed all night, he had a deadline for his next album that he wasn’t going to meet, and contrary to what one might think, the holidays were equally as stressful on top of that.

Louis walked into your shared bedroom, letting out a sigh of relief as he noticed several of his outfits spread across the bed.

“My love, you didn’t have to do that.” His thick accent held onto the last word as he looked at you lovingly. His shoulders fell in relief as he wrapped you in a tight hug. The scent of his early morning chain-smoking hitting you immediately.

“Anything I can do to help you, I will” you hummed with a smile as he rocked you both back and forth slightly. His hands wander to your backside instinctively.

‘I’m just so in over my head with all this shit” he sighed, sitting down on the bed in the only free spot there was, still facing you.

“You have to learn to not be so hard on yourself. There is no album without you, they can only push you so far.” You stood in between his spread legs, running your manicured fingers through his soft hair, adjusting the stray strands you knew would otherwise bother him.

His bright blue eyes softened as he looked up at you, he knew you were right but it didn’t change the nagging feeling in his stomach of failing. “ I just feel like I need more time. I’m not happy with an album only having ten songs, that doesn’t feel fair to the fans.”

“Will they let you release a single in the meantime?” You didn’t always understand how these things worked but you were trying to be helpful and supportive and he knew that.

“I have no fucking clue, love.” He patted his pants down for his cigarettes, a tell-tale sign of his rising anxiety. “I’ll have to make another call and go from there.”

You motioned toward your patio door and he nodded in response, you followed him outside as he leaned against the house, lighting his cigarette. You eyed him up and down, the bags under his eyes telling you what you already knew, a wave of worry coming over you.

“I think we should fly out friday instead of tomorrow. Just so you have more time to rest before we are thrown right into everything.”

You were pleasantly surprised when he agreed with you, nodding in response.

“How do you do that?” A small smile immediately spread across his face as he put his cigarette out and walked over to you.

“Do what?” You giggled, looking up at him innocently.

“Know just what I need” he smiled feeling a wave of relief come over him as he held you close to his chest.

“It’s kind of my duty as your girlfriend, no?” You teasingly replied as he smirked, taking your face into the palm of his hands, kissing you softly, deepening each kiss.

“Have I told you lately just how much I fucking love you?” He mumbled between kisses.

“Truthfully? Yes, but I never get tired of hearing it” you giggled in response.

[matrixbearer2024]

I had an ask about this regarding my AU but I don't know what happened to it after I saw it in my inbox cuz it might be tumblr being funny but essentially it was just:

"Does West Coast Tech still exist? Why didn't Ford go to West Coast Tech?"

Short answer is, he simply didn't want to in this AU. West Coast Tech is among the Ivy Leagues in my AU and BMU still exists too, it still has the prominent reputation of being a back-up university.

In this AU ultimately Ford never really developed the mindset that he was "special" and had to make a point of it or prove that he was somebody. Because of their upbringing, there wasn't a "preference" others had towards either twin because Filbrick disliked them equally and their academic and extracurricular skills basically made them break even. There wasn't a stupid twin/smart twin between them and Caryn made damn sure about it.

Possibly the only thing that most people say about the two is that they're "smart but stupid" because of all the trouble they get wrapped up in doing whatever or being too curious for their own good.

The teachers or coaches didn't favor one twin over the other either and they were generally liked by their peers. Ford didn't end up with that sense of arrogance that you can typically see in canon where he believes he is above the rest and he has to be and Stan didn't develop that inferiority complex compared to his sibling.

In this AU, Ford had the option to go to West Coast Tech but even throughout senior high he already knew that a good university could really only get you so far. He was a sharp tool yes, but... he didn't think that edge would really push him far. He had an edge, but it wasn't much.

There's a lot of gifted people nowadays and even good credentials aren't going to guarantee a decent job or a stable career, that's if you can even get a job right away.

The science project and everything was still what gave him the opportunity and Stan even congratulated him for scoring that high but Ford wasn't really pleased? I'm not sure with the word but he wasn't exactly happy with the circumstance. They didn't fight over it considering all throughout highschool they kept talking about potential careers and whatnot.

It didn't help that Filbrick encouraged the idea of West Coast Tech because of how much money Ford could potentially make. Even so, Ford was stupidly skeptical after seeing the pamphlet and researching online. Realistically it seemed too good to be true, and he couldn't even sleep on it from how much he kept thinking.

Stan knew he would likely take longer to figure things out but he'd get there, and he was willing to let Ford just reach for the stars as he always did. They still have that dream of sailing around the world as adults but it's a lot more defined and realistic compared to how they planned it in canon. They're thinking, work hard, get rich, then retire early to sail and travel around the world. If their paths split early, they'll find a way back when they grow up. They always do.

It's something they constantly talk about because they both desperately want to move out after graduation just to get the hell away from Filbrick. It doesn't matter where they end up they just need to get away.

Even so, Ford mulled over the offer and decided to visit the university before making his decision. His gut feeling was both parts right and wrong, sure— what he thought was too good to be true was the actual reality of the school and it's pursuit of academic excellence, but he was right to be skeptical after he noticed the snobbish and arrogant nature most of the students have. It's a common thing for ivy leagues to have that mentality that they're the cream of the crop. The best there is. Not everybody is like this of course, but sometimes the loudest crowd doesn't always have to be the majority.

It does take a lot of work to get to their level and to stay at that level but Ford couldn't see himself in that school. He didn't want to allow himself into that crowd where he knew it would potentially make him worse off as a person. Also, he had the entirety of undergrad to get through, if he so much as wanted to transfer to an Ivy League to get his masters or doctorate he knew he could! So what was the rush?

University was a stepping stone and he had time, he knew he could do a lot but he didn't need to rush. So... Ford turned down the offer.

Sadly, it was pretty much as chaotic(bad) as you'd think.

Of course, that meant looking for another university instead and it was mostly Stan who did the research this time because Ford was too burnt out and sulky after everything. He knew he made the choice that would inherently grant him more happiness, but it doesn't always feel like that right away and it didn't help that the walls were paper thin. It's hard to fall asleep to your parents yelling and throwing things around in a fight because of a decision you made.

Both of them had generally pretty good track records academically and a long list of achievements to follow it so it wasn't hard for them to find universities either. That's how they ended up with Graviton University in Oregon, it's not an Ivy-league but it's not as bad as BMU either. It really is just a stepping stone in the middle, your performance practically shapes the path you walk on.

The Stan twins have a choice in this AU mostly because they could also afford it, take note- the family is financially comfortable in this AU because Filbrick is one hell of an unscrupulous businessman but very successful. They're not rich but they're comfortable, and that's a lot in the state of the economy nowadays.

Ford has choices in this AU and it's also a very big part to play in why he could turn down the offer at the time and not look back at it with regret. Stan also being on even ground beside his brother is why they don't ever fight about such topics either, he's not ever chasing after Ford— he's standing right next to him.

The subtle differences from canon can genuinely just make a world of difference in the bigger picture. But yeah, it's why I had them go to Graviton University instead. It's a middle-ground and it's also how I can essentially get them to stay in gravity falls instead of ending up elsewhere when I cranked the "weirdness" level pretty low. There's still bits and bobs of it around, but not to the degree of the canon show I would think.

I hope this generally clears up how I wrote or my thought process as to why I didn't have Ford reach for the stars despite having that option and why the Stan Twins are generally this tight knit in my AU.

[thehypnone]

Aeon and Rain🖐️👊🖐️👊🖐️👊<3

merry christmas, my love :3

Rain has been anxious about the Christmas gift he had gotten for Aeon. It was something he knew the quintessence ghoul not only needed, but wanted, so he didn’t think he’d upset the younger, per se, but it’s not exactly a typical Christmas present, either. They’re usually funny or meaningful, sometimes both, and this is just–Rain simply doesn’t want Aeon to be disappointed.

He has a backup, except…well, it’s not really a backup because Rain is going to give it to Aeon regardless of his reaction to the first one, but he supposes he can call it that, anyway.

They have spent the previous night together—and the previous one, and the one before that, too, and a couple more before that, as well—so after breakfast Aeon skitters over to his room to fetch the present and then returns to Rain. 

“Can I go first?” the water ghoul asks, pulling a sizable box out from under his bed. Aeon’s eyes light up as he nods; Rain puts the box in his lap and sits on the other side of the bed.

He can’t stop his lips from forming a gentle smile as he watches the joy on the younger ghoul’s face when he digs his claws into the gift.

“I've seen you eyeing them,” Rain admits as Aeon rips off pieces of the gift wrap, “and even though I know it might not be your biggest dream, I think–or hope, at least, that you’ll like them.”

The packaging seems all but anti-burglary, so it takes him a little while, but eventually Aeon gets to see the vague shape as he continues the unwrapping.

“Are these–THE BAT CRUTCHES!!!” he exclaims happily; Rain can see right away that it’s a genuine reaction—not faked for his sake—so he exhales in relief. “They look so cool, Rain, I love them! Thank you so much!”

The water ghoul grins—glad about the gift well received. “I wanted to get you something functional and I know you weren’t very likely to get them yourself.”

“That’s…true,” Aeon admits, giggling. He unwraps the crutches further and runs his fingers over the bats printed on them. “Thank you.”

“Hope they serve you well,” Rain smiles and pats the other’s thigh. He admires his new mobility aids for a little bit longer before putting them away and grabbing the sparky bag that the water ghoul assumes contains his gift.

“I feel less awkward about this, now,” Aeon chuckles, handing it to Rain. “It took me a while to find them, I hope they’re going to fit.”

The water ghoul smiles kindly before digging into the shiny gift bag and pulling out the box. He turns it around in his hands and it takes him a moment to realize what it is, but then he sees the description.

He lights up immediately. “For my wheelchair?”

“They don’t make them specifically for wheelchairs, but I figured the ones for bikes should work,” Aeon explains as he nods, grinning. They’re sparkly blue shark clips for bike wheels, meant by the quintessence ghoul for Rain’s wheelchair; which is already nicely customized and decorated, making the wheels seem a little bare.

“Aeon, these are amazing,” the water ghoul smiles widely—also genuinely amazed and happy. “Wanna help me put them on?”

“Hm, yes, but…later? I have–uh, one more gift for you.”

“Oh? Do you now? I also have one more thing, but it’s–” Rain starts a teasing attempt, but gets distracted by Aeon revealing said other gift. “Oh.”

The box of shark clips falls from Rain’s hands and hits the floor as he moves to unpack the second present—a pretty little quintessence ghoul clad in lingerie, just for him to enjoy.

[vonlycaonwife]

Hi

Could you write about living with everyone's favorite wolf guy (Von Lycaon x f!Reader)? I feel like waking up next to him or completing household work together would be so sweet/cute >\\\\< Please and thank you!

Here's to hoping you will pull him soon!!!! Don't give up <3

You understand me, I JUST WANT TO HAVE THOSE SWEET MOMENTS WITH HIM. I stuck with the waking up together idea because god the want to be in his arms is IMMENSE. Also I combined this with another who wanted a wife reader!

Edit after writing: This ended up so much shorter than what I wanted, I’m sorry. I just couldn’t figure out how to keep it going without it feeling too fillery

Warnings: none I think? Possible suggestiveness but the implications are super subtle imo

Waking up in the morning was one of your favorite times of the day. Even when the sun began to almost turn your sight red as it hit your face, or when you felt the small prickles of a cramp from sleeping in a somewhat awkward position. Yes, even with these, seeing the sleeping face of the thiren before you is what always made it worth it. 

You smiled as you felt his tail wrapped around your legs, surrounding you in fluffy warmth. A habit your husband had picked up since you first began to sleep in the same bed as him all those many years ago. The small puffs of his breath could be felt on the very top of your head, adding more to the constant realization you’ll always have of just how much bigger he is compared to you. But that never made you scared of him, in fact the wolf thiren was very adamant on making sure you only felt safe around him. 

You could see his ear twitch, alert to any noises that would require him to wake up. It was another habit your husband had picked up, from a time before you as far as you were aware. He wasn’t secretive about his past to you, though you never pushed him to tell you everything, something you knew he appreciated.

 You could feel your smile widened as you attempted to quietly sneak out of the male’s arms, gently pushing his arms off of you. Though you knew it was futile once his hold only tightened around you, a soft grumble escaping from the wolf. Alerting you he was already awake, like he typically was.

“Love, you know we both have work.” You softly chided, suppressing any laughs as he only tiredly grumbled again in response. As uncharacteristic many would say, Lycaon wasn’t actually much of a morning person. But because of the job he has, it sadly forced him to adopt an early morning routine. Though you couldn’t say much, since your own job had you suffer the same thing.

He let out a tired growl like noise, nuzzling his nose into your hair. You almost wanted to coo at him over how cute he was being, but you refrained from doing so to keep him from grumbling even more. Your hands began to skillfully brush through his fur, stroking near his ears in a gentle fashion. As you did so you could feel his hold relax, making you smile as your coaxing for him to move starts working. The light pat pat from his tail hitting your legs softly could be slightly heard under his increasing grumbling. But you knew you won when he slowly detached from you, though he still gave your cheek a nuzzle before he fully sat up.

The sight in front of you was something you saw every morning, but you couldn’t help but be in awe every time you saw the early morning light hit the thiren just right. The way his fur was both messy yet still gave a sense of pristine cleanliness even with some tufts being misplaced. Or the way even with the thicker fur, since it was beginning to become cold in the city, you could still see the powerful muscles move as he stretched and moved around the room. Which signaled you to start getting up, stretching out your own sore muscles and brushing your messed up hair into an easier to manage lump.

When you finally walked over to the bathroom to do your morning routine, your husband had already finished dressing into his uniform and brushed out his fur. The faint sounds of him working in the kitchen could be heard as you walked out your room dressed as well, smiling to see the typical quick yet nutritious breakfast the wolf thiren was always insistent on making for you even when you insistent on cooking for you both. GIving him a quick kiss on his cheek in gratitude, you quickly ate your food and sipped on your freshly brewed coffee. As the man insisted on using the very expensive espresso machine he had gotten to satisfy your caffeine needs, though he never used it for himself as he preferred tea.

After a few moments of packing essentials and basking in the quiet moments before it was time for the both of you to leave, you followed Lycaon to the door of your home. Just before he could leave, you wrapped your arms around him and squeezed onto his waist tightly, earning an affectionate chuckle in response as he reciprocated the hug.

“I’ll be home at the usual time, Love.” He spoke, closing his eyes in content as you cupped his face. Even if it forced him to almost bend down halfway to let you do so, he always loved to let you hold his face like it was your world.

“Okay, be safe.”

“I always will.” At those words you pull him closer, pressing your lips gently against his for what you wished could be for hours. But it was only for a few moments. Once he pulls away you hug him once more and watch him gently close the door and lock it behind him. After a few moments you let out a sigh, choosing to ignore the dull feeling in your chest over how easy you missed your partner. Taking ina breath, you decided to head to your office and set to work.

Even though you worked from home most of the time, you always insisted on waking up and getting ready along with him. Because you could never forgive yourself if you missed those gentle and sweet moments with him, seeing him in a light that he only let you see. As the image of the male’s grumpy face surfaces into your mind, you smile.

Yeah, mornings were your favorite time of day.