#i wore it w leggings and a tank top and had it half buttoned

[yellowsubiesdance]

i finally wore my fob baseball shirt, and it is such a nice quality!! it’s so comfy to wear, and i’m honestly so glad i had to get the xxl, it fits me perfectly!!

[mviswidow]

wanda’s ride

Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Word Count: 3.4k

Warnings: SMUT!! porn w plot, thigh riding, a whole lot of teasing, bottom! wanda

Prompt: I was thinking maybe you could do something where wanda is flirting with natasha and other team members and fem! reader gets jealous and decides to... you know "punish" her

Summary: Wanda tries provoking R to get her to fuck her, but it lands her in trouble. A/N: there’s a bit of Sharon slander but pls forgive me, i love her. this is also kind of slow paced, but i wouldn’t say it’s slow paced in a bad way?

Your eyes settled on Wanda talking to flirting with Natasha for probably the hundredth time that night. You knew she was doing it to get a rise out of you, especially since she kept looking at you while she was doing it, leaning closer to Nat as she laughed at whatever she said, putting her hand on her arm to hold herself up.

A few minutes later Wanda came and sat beside you where you were listening to and occasionally participating in the discussion Bucky was having with Maria about weapons or something. To be fair, you were only half paying attention because of how distracting Wanda was being.

Your thighs were pressed against hers in the lounge chair so you could both fit, and your arm ended up around her shoulder. You placed a kiss on her bare collarbone, enjoying the skin you got to see in her off-the-shoulder dress, “Behave yourself,” You warned, placing another kiss at her sweet spot before biting the skin there softly.

Wanda took your hand that wasn't around her shoulders in her own and placed it on her thighs, her hand over yours.

You chuckled and shook your head, “Always so horny, aren’t we, darling?” You said in a low voice, not wanting Bucky or Maria to hear, even though they weren’t paying attention to the two of you anyway, too caught up in their conversation.

Wanda said nothing, but just nodded as you squeezed her thigh and smirked at her flushed face. She’d begged you to just tell Tony that one of you was feeling sick so you didn’t have to go to the party and you could fuck her into the next day. Her goal was to provoke you enough to get you to leave and take her with you and you knew it, but you had much more self control than she did.

You moved your thumb back and forth on the inside of her thigh for a few minutes, listening to Bucky and Maria, sometimes jumping in on the conversation, and other times nudging Wanda for her to say something.

She wasn’t listening so most of the time she just agreed with whatever she’d heard last. She was trying to think of something that would push you over the edge and get you to drag her out of the room.

Eventually, Steve came over to talk to Bucky and Tony had called you over, so the two of you had separated again.

Wanda was growing frustrated because no matter what she did, you would just smirk at her or stare stone faced. She was really horny after working herself up, thinking of all the ways you would ruin her. There was probably an hour left of the party when she got an idea, hoping that it would work.

Finally, your expression changed when she walked over to Sharon, starting up a conversation. She knew how you weren’t particularly fond of her. You didn’t hate her, but you hated the way she would look at Wanda sometimes when she happened to be in the training room while the two of you were training. And you despised the way her eyes flicked to Wanda’s cleavage when she got closer to her. Your eyebrows shot up when you saw Wanda put her hands on Sharon’s waist, and Sharon looked like she was thanking Wanda, so you assumed your girlfriend had complimented her, but you were having none of it when you were worried Sharon would put her hands on Wanda.

“For fucks sake,” You muttered, excusing yourself from Tony and Natasha, which made them laugh when they saw what Wanda was doing to get you riled up, before going over to where she was standing with Sharon beside the bar, your heels clicking on the floor.

Wanda backed up when she heard you getting closer, and when you put an arm around her waist before kissing her temple, she smiled at you, “Hi, sweetheart.”

You hummed in response before turning to Sharon, greeting her quickly to get the niceties out of the way, nodding at her half smile. “Do you still not feel well, my love? I finally convinced Tony to let us back to our room now that things have died down.”

You almost smirked at the excited look in Wanda’s eyes, but you just moved your arm further down her waist, letting it rest right above her ass while you both said goodbye to Sharon and made your way to the elevator.

You took her hand in yours, pressing a kiss to her knuckles and walked inside, clicking the button to your floor.

Neither of you spoke and the tension was thick, but you just stood there leaning against the wall, playing with the rings on Wanda’s fingers, thinking of all the things you could do to her, knowing she was reading your mind.

Her breathing had become irregular and her face was red, her lips slightly parted, and you noticed her thighs pressed together when you thought of ramming into her with her favorite strap-on.

The elevator dinged and the doors opened. You smiled and let Wanda leave first, opting to slap her on the ass playfully, which made her giggle, as you made your way into the kitchen and took a banana from the fruit bowl, peeling it and taking a bite of it as you watched Wanda shift uncomfortably on the barstool.

“What are you doing?” You asked after you swallowed your first bite.

A look of confusion played on her features and she tilted her head, “Nothing, I’m just waiting for you.”

“Go get changed for bed, just panties and a t-shirt. When you’re done I want you to come back in here and have a snack. Once you’ve done that you can come back to our room,” You instructed and watched Wanda get up and walk to your room as fast as her feet could carry her without breaking out into a run, which made you chuckle.

On your way to the room you shared with Wanda, she was passing you in the hallway, and you gave her a little smile. She looked so soft, her makeup had been wiped away and her wavy hair was resting over her shoulders, the hem of her shirt just covering her bottom.

You almost stopped her, wanting to kiss her, but you refrained from distracting yourself and her, knowing that she would try to eat quickly and you didn’t want her to make herself sick or anything.

Once in your room, you changed out of your clothes from the party and put on underwear, a pair of sleep shorts, and a tank top that you often wore to bed. You wiped away your makeup and fixed your hair so it would stay out of your face before picking up the book you’d been reading from your nightstand and going from where you were.

After a few short minutes, you heard the door open, but you didn’t look up until you’d reached the bottom of the page you were on, noticing that Wanda was still standing at the door, looking unsure of what to do.

“Do you need something?” You asked innocently with a cocked eyebrow.

“I just thought we were - you know, that you would-”

“Spit it out, baby,” You interrupted.

She looked flustered and you had half the mind to laugh at her, “I thought you were going to punish me.”

You nodded and looked back to your book, “I will.”

She chuckled and finally closed the door, walking up to the bed and sitting on her knees in front of you, clearly wanting your attention. “Are you just going to make me wait?”

“I’ll leave you untouched for a week if you’re going to be a brat about it,” You challenged, looking up at her.

“I’m sorry,” She apologized immediately, panic in her eyes. “I’ll be good, I promise.”

You smiled, pleased at her response, and leaned up to kiss her. She tried to work you up, doing the little things she knew you loved, and you teased her back just as much, biting her bottom lip, brushing your tongue with hers. You squeezed her lower lip between your lips as you pulled away from her, making her smile.

“So are we-”

“If you want to get off right now, the only way you’ll be doing it is on my thigh,” You deadpanned, looking back down at your book and moving your thigh closer to her.

“What, while you just sit there and read?” She scoffed.

You sighed, feigning annoyance, “Would you rather I get the strap out and make you cockwarm until I finish my book? I have around 100 pages left, you’d be there for quite a while, my love, just dripping onto my lap.”

Wanda shook her head, as much as she loved cockwarming for you, “I need to cum, babe, please. If I ride your thigh will you let me?”

“Probably,” You shrugged. “Take your panties off before you get on,” You said, tapping your thigh before you flipped the page of your book. You were only half paying attention, it was really hard to read while your girlfriend was ready to beg you to fuck her, but you knew how much she absolutely hated the lack of attention you were giving her, so you considered it worth it.

You felt her weight leave the bed for a second, and she hurried to get her panties off before getting back on and carefully straddling your thigh that had been waiting for her and placing one of her hands on your shoulder and the other on the bed next to your leg.

You bit the inside of your lip when you felt the wetness from her cunt on your skin, she was dripping and you were itching to comment on it, but stayed silent until you heard her sigh, relieved that she could finally get what she needed, whether you planned on helping her or not, “Oh, I wouldn’t get too excited yet, princess, I can’t make it too easy for you, now can I?”

“The fuck is that supposed to mean?”

You opted to ignore her attitude, “By the end of the night, your ass is going to be nine different shades of red after that little stunt you pulled tonight. We’re only getting started with this.” You said, and you couldn’t resist looking at her, an exasperated look on her face.

“You’re cruel,” She whined.

You hummed in agreement and slapped her ass with your hand, which made her hips jerk forwards, “Move.”

You didn’t have to tell her twice. She immediately started moving her hips back and forth, spreading her wetness on you. You felt her fingernails dig into your shoulder blade and it wasn’t long before soft sighs were escaping her mouth, “What, does that feel good, pretty girl?”

“Yes,” She nodded, closing her eyes, and finally moaned. Quietly, yes, but it was your favorite thing to hear, so you didn’t care.

“Good,” You smiled and flipped your book onto yourself before taking the hand that was on your shoulder and removing the rings on her fingers off, seeing that she’d forgotten to do that in the haste of getting herself ready for you, which made you chuckle. You reached over and dropped them on the nightstand, hearing them clink together as they landed on the wood. “Now, hands off, princess, behind your back or on your thighs, your pick.”

She nodded, too turned on to protest, and put her hands behind her back, never stopping the movement of her hips. That didn’t last long though, and she only kept her hands behind her back before they fell to her thighs, gripping the bottom of her shirt and bunching it up, which gave you the most beautiful view of her clit bumping against your skin.

You noticed her pace had quickened, and you put a hand on her waist, “Slower.” You flipped your book back up to read, but you weren’t paying very much attention, it was merely for theatrics.

You kept one hand at her waist, since she was having trouble keeping the rocking of her hips slow, this was her punishment, you couldn’t make it too easy for her. You almost felt bad for her with how incredibly slow you had her going. Almost. Both of you knew she wasn’t going to cum like this, but you’d give her what she wanted eventually. The only sounds in the room were her whines and quiet grunts, and her head was down, chin almost touching her chest.

After a minute of her grinding slowly, you let her move her hips faster, you didn’t want to tire her out too quickly. Once she was going at a steady momentum, you removed your hand from her waist and smiled when she kept going at the same speed, “Look at that, who knew my best girl could be so independent?”

Wanda’s head lifted so she could glare at you, but you just smiled at her proudly and went back to your book, but you jerked your leg up while she was rocking forward, making her moan from the pressure on her clit.

“You can go faster now,” you mumbled, turning the page of your book, smiling when you got to the exact page you’d been waiting to find.

She moaned and complied, her pussy practically begging for release. You smirked as you felt her juices dribble down your thigh, “Look at that, Wands, you’re making such a mess.”

You put your finger in between the pages and shut your book, using your other hand to wipe upwards, collecting her wetness on your fingers and bringing it to your mouth, moaning when you tasted her on your tongue. God, you couldn’t wait to devour her later. Wanda whimpered at the sound of your moan and her hips started to move a little faster, and you let her.

“Hey, baby?” You hummed, wanting her attention on you.

Her eyes opened, and she looked at you, hoping that you would finally tell her you would take care of her, or that she’d been so good for you and now she could finally have what she wanted, but you said none of that. You simply turned your book towards her, pointing at a paragraph at the top of one of the pages, “Can you read this page out loud for me?”

Wanda grunted, tired, horny, annoyed, and frustrated, but took the book in her hands, moaning when she read the first two sentences in her head. You were making her read a lesbian fucking sex scene and she had never hated or loved you more.

You smirked at her as she tried to read coherently, but she was almost done, “Kate’s tongue licked a stripe up - fuck- up Alice’s center and flicked her tongue against her clit.” Wanda let out a whine and her pleading eyes met yours.

“Give me two more sentences, darling. I’ll let you fuck yourself on my thigh when you’re done, I promise,” You nodded, urging her on.

Her shaky voice continued, and you could tell she was struggling to focus, “God, Alice pulled a pillow over her face to muffle her moans, but as soon as she did, Kate pulled back, bit at her thigh. ‘Let me see,’ she- she murmured. fuck- ‘Please.’” She moaned once more and you took the book from her, tossing it to the nightstand.

“Fucking, finally,” Wanda groaned, as you sat up straighter.

Her hands surged forward and she pulled you towards her, not being able to stop herself from kissing you feverishly. You kissed her back, but not for long. You turned her head with your hand a little and started kissing down her jaw to reach her neck before starting to suck at her neck with the intention of marking her.

“Babe, fuck, don’t do that, they’ll see tomorrow,” Wanda moaned, but it didn’t seem like she cared that much, because she brought a hand up to grip your hair and her hips were moving faster.

“Good, I want them to. Maybe that bitch will learn to stay away from you then, hm? Or did you forget what got you into this? You don’t exactly have the grounds to tell me what to do right now, my love,” You smirked and nipped at the skin besides the hickey you just made.

Wanda’s hips jerked forward and her grip on your hair tightened, almost painfully, “Please,” She whimpered.

Your thigh was coated in her juices and the slickness was making it harder for her to get any friction on her clit.

“Do you want some help, princess? Is that it?” You teased, already starting to suck a new hickey above her collarbone.

She whined, “Yes, please.”

“Say it, I want to hear you say it,” You mumbled against her sweaty skin.

“Let me get off on your thigh while you play with my clit, god- please,” Wanda’s head dropped to your shoulder, but her action was short lived, because you detached your mouth from her neck, tilted her face up, and brought your thumb up to her mouth.

She parted her lips and sucked in your thumb, swirling her tongue around it and getting it wet with her spit, not that it would need to be already wet once it got down there.

You kissed her shoulder and tapped the side of her face with your other fingers, signaling for her to open her mouth.

You brought your thumb down to her clit and started rubbing slow circles, and she reacted immediately, moaning loudly and whining something in Sokovian.

You increased your pace and her hips sped up, knowing that she was close because she only started speaking in Sokovian in bed when she was going to come. She was moving almost erratically, and all she could do was babble in her mother tongue and moan at your ministrations.

“This is what you wanted isn’t it? You wanted to see what I would do when I got mad, yes? You wanted me to make a mess of you? I think I’ve done just that, darling, I’ve reduced you to just moans and babbles.”

She nodded frantically and bucked her hips on your thigh. You kissed her and swallowed some of her moans, and at this point you were probably dripping onto the bed, too.

“‘M close, please,” She begged, needing release after being teased relentlessly.

“Take your shirt off,” You instructed, and she did immediately.

You took a nipple in your mouth, switching between biting it gently and swirling your tongue around it, and you used the hand that you weren’t using to rub at Wanda’s clit to tease the other nipple in your hand, making her back arch, almost dramatically.

She cursed in Sokovian and groaned, her movements jerky and you could tell how tired she was, “Please, ‘m gonna cum, babe, please-”

You lifted your head up from her nipple, but continued gently pulling at the other in between your fingers. Your noses brushed together as you kissed her again, before pulling back, “Go on, come for me, show me that you can follow instructions so this doesn’t have to happen again.”

Wanda moaned and her back arched, your thumb continuing to work at her clit until the tenseness in her body snapped and she let out a strangled cry as she came on your thigh.

You were quick to leave her nipple and put your arm behind her, supporting her weight as her hips slowed, and you kept working at her clit slowly until her hips stopped completely and her body was relaxed.

She was panting heavily and her head had rested on your shoulder. You chuckled airily and kissed the side of her face, “You did so well, pretty girl, I’m so proud of you.”

Wanda smiled at your praises and mumbled out a ‘thank you’.

You knew you had to give her a break before going at it again, so you let her slump against you as your fingers danced along her spine and you continue to whisper praises in her ear.

Once she’d calmed down she pushed herself off of you and tried to settle into bed.

“What are you doing?” You asked, a single eyebrow raised.

“I’m sleepy,” She said simply and looked up at you.

You tutted and shook your head, “Oh, no, baby. I was serious, I’m not done with you. Your ass is going to be real tender tomorrow morning.”

[dreamingofaizawa]

Guys My Age

Title and concept inspo: Guys My Age by Hey Violet

Soft Dom! Aizawa Shouta x Medium-sized Fem! Reader

Quirkless AU

***18+ Fic***

You must be at least 18 years old to participate in this reading. If you are under the age of 18 please step out of line and find another fic. Thank you and have a good day.

Warnings: Age gap, praise kink, DD/LG dynamic and terms, use of the words daddy and sir, light bondage, overstimulation, smut. 

Word Count: 4.1k

Author’s Note: I KNOW, I know, I write a lot of Aizawa fics, and they’re all DD/LG stuff. I know, okay? It’s an obsession, I’m in love with this man. Anyway, another soft dom Aizawa, but reader isn’t very well-versed in intimacy. Also, reader is what some would call medium-sized. Not necessarily big, but definitely not small. This is for all my medium-sized girls, including myself. I was very self-indulgent with this one.

Part 2

Enjoy~

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You’d always been told you were mature for your age. It wasn’t until recently you realized how true that statement might be. You’re currently 21. And very, very single. You’ve had a total of six different relationships, and all of them fell through for one very simple reason. The boys you dated were just that. Boys. They were extremely immature. Only ever wanting to ‘hang with the boys’ or stay at home. No effort was put into the relationship on their part after the first few weeks. You didn’t understand why these vastly different boys were all so adamant on staying inside.

You’d tried desperately to get them to go out on dates with you. You offered to pay, and drive, and literally anything else. But no, they were too busy playing video games or getting higher than the damn sky. Don’t even start thinking about sex. You hadn’t got any of that shit since your first ‘boyfriend’ at 17, who used you like a sex doll and broke it off once he found someone hotter and sexier and altogether better in his eyes. You were sick of it. So you did the last thing you’d ever want to do. You went on a blind date.

You’d stumbled on a website last week that allowed you to set up a blind date with a stranger. It seemed legit, and had background checks on all participants. It also allowed you to put in any preferences you had, and matched you with someone that had similar preferences and hobbies. The age range you put in? 30-35 years old. Because guys your age just didn’t cut it. You needed someone more mature, someone who could treat you like a woman, not some girl.

Today, almost a week after matching with someone, you were standing outside an italian restaurant. You didn’t know his face, just his name and age, and that he was a teacher. Aizawa Shouta, 31 years old. And he’d sent a single message when you matched.

Meet me at this location on Saturday. When you enter, I’ll be at the back corner table. Semi-formal. 8 pm, please don’t be late.

It was blunt and straightforward. You liked it. You just hoped he wasn’t quite this blunt in person. You’d put on a black knee-length cocktail dress with a halter top and a partially open back that fell to the small of your back. It accentuated your shoulders and the top half of your torso before fanning out at your waist, the silky material falling and swaying around you. 

You slipped on simple white heels and silver jewelry, with a white clutch purse. You’d decided to pull your hair into a loose half-up half-down, a silver comb pinning your hair in place, minimal makeup and clear lip gloss. For the first time in a while you felt pretty. You knew you weren’t exactly small, but the way you were dressed gave you confidence.

You looked at your watch. 7:55 pm. You took a deep breath, straightened out your dress, and stepped into the restaurant. The host asked if you had a reservation, and you told him you were meeting someone who already arrived. He let you pass, and you walked back to the table Aizawa told you to meet at. He had his back to you as you approached, but you could see his broad shoulders and muscular frame easily. 

He wore a white long-sleeve button down, sleeves rolled up to his elbows, and a black vest fitted to his form. His slacks were also fitted, showing off his muscular thighs. His long raven hair was pulled in a half-up half-down similar to yours. You hadn’t even seen his face yet and he looked delicious.

Your heels clacked on the wood flooring, and as you neared the booth he turned to look at you. You stopped next to the table and got a good look at the stranger. He was beautiful. His dark bloodshot eyes looked tired, the bags underneath giving him away and only adding to his appeal, and a scar curved under his right eye. A sharp jawline, with a tamed scruff, and thin lips in a neutral expression. You were about to introduce yourself, but he stood from the booth and held his hand out, palm up. “You must be (y/l/n) (y/n).” You smiled at the gesture, and placed your hand in his. “That’s me. And you are Aizawa Shouta. It’s a pleasure to meet you.” He pulled your hand to his lips and placed a kiss on your knuckles, before leading you to your seat.

As he sat down, you noticed a bottle of wine sitting in the center of the table in a bucket of ice, and two glasses of wine halfway full. One sat in front of you, and the other in front of Aizawa. He began the conversation with a rather specific question. “So, (y/l/n), why are you on a dating website looking for men that are so much older than you?” Normally you’d take offense to a question like that, but the way he said it was pure curiosity. So, you answered. “If I’m being honest, it’s actually pretty simple. Guys my age just don’t know how to treat me.”

He raised an eyebrow at that, a barely noticeable smirk tugging at his lips. “And how do you want to be treated?” You smiled a little at the implications behind the question, and answered. “I don’t want to be stuck in my room while my ‘boyfriend’ plays video games and smokes weed. I don’t want to be ‘one of the boys’, and I don’t want to have to plead and beg to go on a date or spend time with him. I want to be treated like a woman, not a girl. And I want to spend my time with a man, not waste it on a boy.” 

At that, Aizawa smirked and sipped at his wine. You both took a quick look at the menu and ordered when the waiter came. As you ate, you talked about random subjects and hit it off quite well. The date went by quickly, and at the end of the night you’d exchanged numbers. “I look forward to another date with you, Ms. (y/l/n).” “The feeling is mutual, Mr. Aizawa.” 

When you got back home, you undressed and cleaned your face and got into bed. As you lay there, your mind drifted back to the date, and how undeniably handsome Aizawa is. The way he spoke to you like you were his equal, and looking at you like an ancient treasure. He was everything you wanted, without even considering anything sexual. Little did you know he felt much the same way.

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When the date ended he texted Hizashi to let him know he was free. Hizashi, of course, called him immediately, and began drilling him about the date. “How’d it go Sho? Was it a rando with a thing for older guys? Did she want a sugar daddy?” Shouta rolled his eyes. “No, Zashi, she wasn’t looking for a sugar daddy. She was...actually really mature for a 21 year old. She knows what she wants. I admire that a little. And I won’t lie, she’s quite beautiful. Not the generic, model, beauty-pageant, barbie doll pretty. It’s a natural glow she has. It’s...quite mesmerizing...”

Hizashi exploded on the other side, laughing at the new infatuation his friend had for a blind date. “I hope she’s your type, Sho. I mean physically. I know how much you like them with a little meat on their bones.” Aizawa groaned at his comment. He knew he was just teasing, but that his blonde friend was 100% right. He knew he had a type, and he’d be lying to himself if he hadn’t looked at your full figure quite frequently. 

He’d taken in your dress, how it showed off your shoulders and back. As you climbed into your car and took off your heels, he trailed his eyes up your legs, getting a small glimpse at your thick thighs. When you sat up behind the wheel, he revelled in the small rolls showing through your dress, wanting nothing more than to squeeze them and kiss them and bite them...

He shook away the thoughts that were threatening to take over his mind. “Shut it Hizashi. Her body is none of my concern, and is most definitely none of yours. I enjoyed the date and that’s what matters.” The loud blonde gasped dramatically, “Oh my god she totally is! Damn you go get some Sho!” Aizawa just ended the call.

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The next date was planned once again by Aizawa, and it was only a week after the first. It was a simple coffee date at a small cafe. You talked casually about the things you enjoyed doing. You convinced him to let you take care of the next date, which you decided would be a relaxed ramen date. You’d gotten comfortable around each other, and after about six more dates, he invited you over to his place for dinner. Of course, you accepted.

He’d sent you the address and apartment number, and you stood outside his door in dark jeans, black flats, and a beige sweater with a white tank top underneath. You knocked on the door, and when it opened he greeted you with a peck on the cheek. It had become a normal greeting, since you’d gotten so close, though the gesture always made you a little shy. He told you to get comfortable as he finished up dinner, and you sat at the kitchen table and admired him as he worked in the kitchen. He wore fitted blue denim jeans, and a black cotton t-shirt, his hair pulled up in a bun. 

No matter how many times you looked at him, he was always just as shockingly handsome as the first time you saw him. His t-shirt left his toned arms exposed, and it was fitted to his torso, showing off his muscular frame. Your eyes traced the outline of his muscles from his shoulder, down his arm, drifting to his hips and up his back. You didn’t notice him glance back and smirk at you. “Like what you see kitty cat?” Heat rushed to your face at the realization that you’d been staring, and the fact that he’d noticed. And that name… “K-kitty?” you barely whispered, before quickly apologizing. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to stare.”

You didn’t think he heard the first part. You were wrong. “It’s alright. And yes, kitty. Don’t like the pet name?” Your face burned at the tone of his voice. “N-no, the name’s fine, you just...caught me off guard.” He chuckled. “I should do it more often. You’re cute when you’re flustered.” You didn’t think your face could get any hotter, but it did. You tilted your head down and away from him and bit your lip, letting your hair fall to hide your face. You’d never gotten this kind of attention before, and you had no idea how to handle it.

You were too busy trying to calm your breathing to hear him approach you. The proximity and demanding tone of his voice made you jump a little. “Look at me, kitten.” You swallowed and took a breath before turning your head to him, and he hooked a finger under your chin, tilting your head so you were forced to sit up taller. He moved even closer, your shoulder brushing against his abdomen, and you nearly had to look straight up to look in his eyes. 

Your eyes began to drift away from his, and he jerked your chin up higher, silently commanding you not to look away. You brought your eyes back to his and held his gaze, and after a few moments he smirked. The hand under your chin moved to stroke your cheek with his knuckles. “Good girl.”

He quickly dropped his hand and went back to the kitchen to finish preparing dinner. It took you a few seconds to let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding. You panted a little, trying to calm yourself from what just happened, and clasped your shaking hands together. But they weren’t shaking from fear. In fact, you couldn’t quite tell why you were so shaky and out of breath. And the praise from him sent a shiver down your spine.

He managed to distract you while you ate, and you had completely recovered from whatever that was earlier. After dinner you moved into the living room and relaxed on the couch while you talked some more. Soon he’d leaned his head back and closed his eyes, still talking and listening, but clearly relaxed. Once again you found yourself distracted by his body, following the muscles in his neck down to his toned chest and abdomen. And again, he noticed. “I can feel your eyes on me, kitten.” His voice was low, a rumble of smooth baritone. You found yourself turning away to hide your face again, and the command in his voice controlled you with ease. 

“Don’t look away from me, kitten.” You turned back to him, and when your eyes met his, you looked away, and he let out a low growl and your eyes snapped back to him. He adjusted and sat up, your eyes still fixed on each other. He pat his leg, “Come here kitty.” You blinked at him, not quite prepared for such a demand. His eyes darkened a little and his voice dropped to a growl, “I won’t ask twice.” 

At that you got up and went to sit on one of his legs, but he pulled his knees together and shook his head. So you climbed over and straddled his legs on your knees. He grabbed your hips and pulled you so you were fully sitting on his lap, your core dangerously close to his growing bulge.

Your eyes were still locked on his as he leaned close to you, his hands rubbing circles into your hips.  He leaned past your face and whispered into your ear. “Can I touch you kitty?” You took a shaky breath and nodded. He laid a light spank on your ass and you jumped. “Use your words kitty cat.” “Y-yes, you can t-touch me.” He laid a kiss on your neck and whispered ‘good girl’ before moving his hands under your sweater and tank top. He ran his hands up and down your back, and he gripped the fatty flesh of your stomach and hips, kneading it in his palms gently as he worked his way up your body, leaving feather light kisses along your neck and jaw.

The intimacy had you quivering, and the way he nearly worshipped your body had your breaths coming out shaky and heavy. Shouta caught on quickly. “Is it safe for me to assume you haven’t done anything in a while?” he said in your ear. You started to nod, but quickly caught yourself, “Y-yes.” He stilled his movements and wrapped his arms around your waist, resting his chin on your shoulder. “Tell me what you did before this.” You took a breath and explained the situation as simply and quickly as possible.

His arms tensed, clearly upset that you’d been used like that. But he didn’t pry into that right now. “So you haven’t explored anything? Like any preferences you might have?” You shook your head quickly, “N-no...why?” He chuckled. “Well, kitty, you’re quite submissive. If you’d let me, I can help you explore this side of you.” You swallowed and nodded. “Y-yeah, I think I’d like that.” He hummed into your neck, “We can start tonight, but only if you’re comfortable and you want to.” You took a few moments to think about your answer. This man had been nothing but good to you. He treated you with more respect than all the boys you dated had combined. And you trusted him. “I...I’m comfortable starting tonight.”

“Alright kitty. Now, listen to me closely, because this is important, okay?” “Okay, I’m listening.” “Good. Since this is new to you, we need to establish a safeword. Is ‘roses’ alright?” You nod. “Okay. Now if anything ever gets too much for you, if you feel uncomfortable for any reason, if you need to stop for any reason, or if there’s a medical emergency, you need to use it. And that goes for me too. If I don’t like where things are going, I’ll use it. Once we use the safeword, everything will stop right there, no questions asked. Understand?”

“I understand.” “Okay. Can I trust you to use it if you feel the need to?” You nod, “Yes. I’ll use it if I need to.” He kisses your neck, “Good girl.” The praise makes you shudder, and you feel him smile into your neck. “Now, kitty, I want you to address me as either ‘Daddy’, ‘Sir’, or ‘Master’ when we’re like this, do you understand?” “Yes.” He spanks you a little harder. “Yes what?” You jump at the contact “Y-yes Sir.” Another kiss on your neck, “Good girl.” He leans back and taps your arms, “Up.” You lift your arms and he pulls off your sweater and tank top at the same time. 

His hands come back down on your shoulders, and he runs his hands down your chest and stomach, taking the time to remove your bra and knead your breasts. He wraps his arms around you and stands up, and you wrap your arms around his neck and your legs around his waist as he carries you to his bedroom. He puts you down on the bed on your back and takes a rope out of the bedside table. You let him take your hands and tie your wrists to the bar at the headboard. It’s not uncomfortably tight, but a few experimental tugs tell you it’s solid and you won’t be getting out of it unless he unties you.

He trails kisses down your body, unbuttoning your jeans and removing them as he goes. Once your jeans are off, he loops his fingers in the band of your panties and pulls them off. After that, he leans back and just rakes his eyes up and down your body, eating up every inch of your skin. “You’re such a pretty kitty.” His words have you shuddering and blushing. You’d never been called pretty before, and you knew why. You were a little bigger than other girls. You weren’t necessarily insecure about it. You didn’t care all that much about how people saw you with just your looks alone. But you knew Shouta was admiring your body after knowing who you are as a person, and it made you a little giddy.

His mouth and hands were all over you, squeezing and groping, sucking bruises onto your skin. His touches were sending waves of heat through your body, and pooling between your legs. You desperately wanted him to touch you there, and you whined and rolled your hips up into the air. “Such a needy kitty. Be patient. I’m not done here yet.” He rolled a nipple in between his index and thumb, pulling the other into his mouth and teasing it with his tongue. You mewled at the sensation, and he switched his mouth over to the other side.

Your legs were rubbing together, begging for friction, and he finally moved down to your dripping core. He took a finger and slipped it over your folds. He groaned as his finger collected your slick, “You’re so wet kitty. Are you this wet for me?” You nodded your head frantically, and he laid a light smack on your pussy. You let out a soft whimper, “Yes Sir, it’s for you,” you answered quickly. He hummed, “Good girl. I didn’t even need to remind you to use your words.” He kissed the inside of your thigh, and moved to lick a stripe up your folds. You gasped at the new feeling, never having anyone’s mouth down there before.

He slipped the pink muscle into you easily, groaning when he tasted you. The sound sent vibrations through your dripping cunt, making you squirm at the pleasure. He looped his arms around your legs, dipping his fingers into your core and using the slick to rub tight circles onto your clit. An unfamiliar sensation built in the pit of your stomach, your muscles tightening in your abdomen as it got stronger. You knit your eyebrows together, and in between heavy breaths you gasped out, “S-sir...it feels strange.” He raised his eyebrows at the statement, and increased his pace until that coil inside you snapped, which didn’t take very long.

Your back arched off the bed as you let out a loud, sharp moan, your legs shaking from the intensity of your first orgasm. Aizawa kept lapping at your pussy, letting you ride out your high, and once you were relaxed and panting on the bed, he lifted his head and wiped his chin. “Kitty, have you never cum before?” He asked, a small smirk tugging at his lips. You shake your head, “No S-sir...Is that what just happened?” He chuckled, but didn’t answer the question, “You’re going to have fun tonight kitty.” You didn’t have time to question what he meant, though, because he slipped a thick finger into your core, and you mewled as your walls clenched down on him.

The game he played went on for what felt like hours, and you lost count of how many times he’s made you cum. He’d fucked you and cum multiple times himself. You’d already squirted several times, and tears were streaming down your face from the overstimulation. It felt so good, but it was starting to melt your brain and the title of ‘Sir’ drifted to ‘Daddy’ as it went on. All the muscles in your body were burning from flexing so hard, and your wrists were feeling raw from how hard you’d been tugging at your restraints. It felt so, so good...but it was too much. He leaned down close to your face and kissed at the tears, “You’re doing so well babygirl. You got one more for me?” 

You giggled lightly at the praise, your mind fuzzy, unable to form coherent thoughts as he thrust his hips into you. He stilled his movements and caressed your jaw. “How are you feeling, kitten?” Your eyes looked up into his, struggling to stay open. You giggled a little as you answered. “It’s… I f-feel…” You knit your eyebrows together in concentration, searching your brain. “R-roses?”

Everything stopped, and he instantly reached up and tugged off your restraints, and pulled your exhausted body close to his chest. Your breathing got heavier, and your chest got tight, and fresh tears fell down your cheeks. He held you tight, kissing your tears and petting your hair as your cries died down. He held you like that until your breathing was normal again. You slowly opened your eyes, weakly calling out to him, “Daddy?” He kissed your forehead, “I’m right here kitten. Tell me what you need.” You nuzzled your head into his neck and mumbled, “Water. Can I have water?” He wrapped you in a soft blanket and stood up, carrying you with him. “Anything for my kitten.”

He set you on the counter and made a glass of iced water, holding it up to your lips. As you sipped, he rubbed your back and kissed your forehead and neck, and he didn’t stop or move until you had drained the cup. He left it in the sink and picked you up again, taking you to the bathroom and filling the tub with warm water. He turned off the tap, took off your blanket, and carried you into the tub. He washed the both of you, massaging your scalp, and you let out a sound like a pur, which he smiled at.

When he was done, he stood you up and wrapped you in a fluffy towel, dried himself with one, and carried you back to bed. You curled into him, and he wrapped his arms around you. “Are you okay (y/n)?” You nodded into his chest, “Yeah, I’m okay. It was just intense.” You could hear the smile in his voice as he spoke, “Thank you for using the safeword. You did so well for me kitten, trusting me like that.” You nuzzled into his chest some more, relishing in the heat his body gave. 

You loved the praise he gave you. It made you feel warm and fuzzy in your belly, and it felt so good. Soon you were drifting into a deep sleep, comfortable in Shouta’s arms. This was nice. You’d be happy to let him guide you, let him take care of you like this. One thought drifted through your head as you drifted.

‘Guys my age could never.’

[itgetsdarksometimes35]

Small Price to Pay

Warnings: Non con, dub con, forced marriage, forced pregnancy, little bit of childbirth, slight depression, 18+

Word count: 2,973

Pairings: Bucky Barnes X Reader

Summary: Reader is the youngest girl in her family and her father is looking to sell his daughter into marriage next. She’s able to fend off majority of the men who come to court her, but then a mysterious man with eyes the color of the ocean comes into the picture. Money is a small price to pay for a happy life after all. 

~ indicates a time change

Prompts: The song “Light” by Sleeping at last

A/N: This is for @marvelfulxbabes​ challenge that I’m so thrilled to be apart of. I’m sorry for the hiatus, school is always way busier during the 2nd semester, but I have a bunch of stuff coming out. As for my series they may take a while, so I’m sorry if you were invested in those. They are coming though, I miss them deeply. Anyway, hope you enjoy :)

Ps: Thinking about part 2 to this, whatcha think? ;)

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Your father was a douchebag. Plain and simple. He had bought your mother from your grandfather and he had sold your older sisters to men twice their age. Now that you were 18, it was your turn. You were extremely close to your sister, Anne. She was the third oldest and the last to leave you alone with your two younger half brothers. She was the most like you and always fought back the men who came to bid on her like property. Sadly, a man came by and easily found it charming. She always said to never give in, figure out what they want and do the opposite. You’d be successful only until dad finds a man who doesn’t give a damn at all. They were out there, but your father had failed nearly a thousand times already. 

Since your birthday, at least three men have come to your house to try to court you. In fact, that’s what your birthday present was, a rich man named Tony Stark there to court you. He worked as a CEO on the upper east side for a well known tech company. He was loaded, and your father wanted in. You figured out Tony like proper and well spoken ladies, someone to show off at his expensive Galas filled with people who spoke seven different languages. So, you acted a slob. Spilled your fancy tea all over yourself and his prestine suit, mispoke several words, use vulgar language, and acted painfully stupid. Tony marched right out and your father made you kneel in rice until your knees bled. It was worth the pain. 

It’s been six months and your father was unsuccessful. You have never seen your sisters since their marriage and you missed them, especially Anne. You didn’t want to end up a housewife somewhere with no say in anything. When your mom died your father quickly remarried, it was as if your mother meant nothing to him. You’d be damned if that happened to you. If you were going to get married, it’d be for love. 

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“Wake up, you have a visitor.” Your father shook you awake. You rubbed your eyes and looked to your father, he was already smoking a cigar even though it was 8am. You groaned and got out of bed, walking to your closet, pulling out a t-shirt and jeans. 

“Oh no, you can go out like that.” Your father pointed to your sleep shorts that showed off your legs and cupped your ass perfectly; your top was a thin tank top that showed your hardening nipples. You rolled your eyes and started walking to your door, shouldering your way past your father. 

You walked into the living room and saw a man standing there with his back to you facing the window. His arms were folded and you saw one sparkling in the light, he had a metal arm. You gasped at it and stopped in your tracks. The man turned to you and the corners of his mouth threatened to rise. He was hot. His hair was pinned out of his face in a man bun, he wore navy blue dress pants and a white button up dress shirt that had he rolled to his elbows. His eyes were as bright as the diamonds the strange men bring to you in order to try to buy your love. 

“Mr. Barnes, my daughter. Daughter, Mr. Barnes.” The way your father said daughter bit at your nerves. He knew introducing you with a title rather than your name made you feel inferior, as if that’s the only thing there was to know about you. You glared at your father before turning back to Mr Barnes. He extended his flesh hand to you. 

“Pleased to meet you. I doubt your name is daughter, though.”

He smiled at you, but it didn’t meet his eyes. You took his hand and faked a smile. “Mmmhm, it’s not. Y/n will do just fine.” Mr. Barnes shook your hand before gesturing to the couch. 

“Take a seat, let’s get to know each other.” At that your father excused himself, but not before casting you a warning look. You smirked back at him before taking your seat next to Mr. Barnes. “So, how old are you?”

“97, just a few years younger than you.” You bit at him. You always lead with sarcasm, if they laughed they were serious and you’d have to become boring. If they didn’t that means you had to continue being “unladylike.” 

Mr. Barnes eyebrows shot up before he laughed a bit. It wasn’t real, he was uncomfortable. He was easy to read, you had this in the bag. 

“Alright, I see why you’re so uptight. I wouldn’t like it if men were to come in and try to buy me either. Believe it or not, I used to hate this practice.”

“Yet you’re willingly here and seem to be enjoying it.” You cocked your head to the side, your smart mouth making him shift a bit. 

“My younger sisters have been victims of this trade,” Mr.Barnes ignores you, “I always said I wouldn’t do it. As time has gone on, no woman of value isn’t being bargained off. You should be lucky your father cares for you so much, the ones who aren’t cared for are just thrown out into the world.” 

“Grateful? My father sold my sisters like livestock for a couple millions and I haven’t seen any of them in years! This “bargaining” system is destroying families and is never created equal. What do the men and young boys suffer? What do they lose? They can still go see their family. They still have freedom.” Your voice raised, the audacity that these men had always blew your mind. They didn’t understand and never would, so why did they try to sit there and try to make you? They saw how unhappy their sisters and mothers were, yet they continued on with this bullshit for generations. If you ever were married off and had a son, you’d beg him to stop the cycle. You’d try even harder to protect your daughter. 

Mr. Barnes sighed and sat up a bit more. “I’m sorry doll, I didn’t mean to upset you. I meant it as a compliment, honest.” You crossed your arms and glared at him. He looked apologetic but you didn’t care. You weren’t here to be nice, you were there to survive as long as you possibly could. 

“Well, Mr. Barnes, your intentions don’t seem to have worked out, did they?” You raised your chin and said his name with a poison that even stunned you. There’s no way he’s gonna want you.

“My real name is James, sorry for the formicality,” Mr.Barnes was suddenly smiling and standing up. He crossed to the door that separated the living room and the main area in your house. Where your father was sitting on the other side. What just happened?

You lookedon with curious eyes as James opened the door and called for your father. He was still smiling and your father rushed over, angry eyes finding yours before turning soft at James when he saw his beaming face. “We have a deal, sir” He shook your father’s hand while your jaw dropped. Fuck.

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Two million dollars. That’s how much you’re worth apparently. You don’t know where you went wrong, but being a brat was only going to work so many times. James apparently didn’t mind at all that you had a mouth, in fact he was telling your father how much he loved it. He said while looking for a wife he pretended to be proper so that when the girls acted the way they thought he wanted them to, boring in his opinion, he knew they weren’t for him. You, on the other hand, spoke your mind and were feisty. It ignited a flame James believed was dead. 

You looked on with glossed over eyes as you say your belongings being packed away and set in a moving truck. It was mostly irreplaceable objects such as photos and your favorite clothing. James promised to buy you new things and to add a new wardrobe. He must’ve been loaded because after dropping that much he still promised so much more. Lucky girl you were.

You signed a paper while a ring decorated your finger and numbly kissed James on the lips to seal your marriage. He wore a similar band on his left hand finger. “Congratulations, may your marriage be filled with joy, blah blah blah.” Your father blabbered while he sucked on another cigar and counted the money James had given him. 

James took you to his house. It was a humble suburban home on the outskirts of New York, much different than your penthouse in the city. There was a white picket fence and freshly trimmed grass decorating the outside. “We’re home, doll.” James cut the engine of his BMW, putting his hand on your thigh. You changed into a short blue summer dress that complimented your skin tone and brown wedges. You looked like your mom and every other dutiful wife you’d known. 

You stepped out of the car and looked up at the house that you’d be spending the rest of your life. The sky was clear and beautiful but you felt the depressive clouds that rained over cul de sac, drenching their housewives. The weight these women held, loving the men who cheated, hated, and abused them. James came up behind you and pulled your waist so that you leaned on him. He kissed your cheek and looked into your eyes. “I can’t wait for us to fill the rooms in the house. I can see it now, two kids a boy and a girl. Maybe more if it feels right.” Your stomach churned at the thought. You didn’t want kids with him. But it didn’t matter, when you signed your name you signed away your happiness. The light had gone out in your soul. 

“Yes dear.”

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Two years into your marriage felt like a decade. Every day was the same: wake up, make breakfast, see James off to work, clean, shower and look pretty for James, cook dinner, welcome James home, eat dinner and ask James about his day, have sex, and go to sleep. The sex at first was painful and he was never gentle. He was never lovey dovey, never brought flowers, just wanted a one-sided relationship. 

You always went to visit his family and friends on holidays or you hosted his family and friends at your house. You hadn’t seen your family and, even though you hated your dad and never really talked with your stepmom and brothers, you missed them for the similarity. You were missing your brothers growing up, one was three when you left the other was six. You asked once to see your sisters and James merely shrugged it off. “You would only bother them” he reasoned, “They’re busy running a household like you. They don’t have time for useless small talk.”

Today it wasn’t your alarm that woke you up. It was the vomit that was rising in your stomach, pushing its way out of your mouth. You ran to your bathroom and puked in the toilet. You continued gagging and dry heaving when everything was out of your tummy. James walked in rubbing the sleep out of his eyes and yawning. “What’s wrong, honey?”

“N-nothing, dear. I’m sorry for waking you.”

James shook his head and walked closer to you. “Are you sure you’re okay?”

“Yeah, I think I just ate something.”

James frowned. “We eat the same thing, have for years. You always skip lunch because it ruins your appetite for dinner. I’m not feeling sick.” His lips showed signs of cracking a smile as he bit his finger, pretending to ponder what could be going on.

You knew what he meant. It had been two years of sensless fucking. Like you had held out on marriage your body had held out on pregnancy, but just like your marriage to james, your body had come to a point that it could no longer fight. 

James opened up the medicine cabinet behind the mirror and pulled out a pink box. He reached in and pulled out to reveal two white sticks. He handed them to you. “Take them.”

You reached out and took the sticks, starting to pull your pants down so you could pee. Thirty minutes later, James’ phone timer rang and he looked at the sticks. His face scrunched as pure joy took over his features. He held the sticks out to you. “We’re pregnant!”

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You had just gotten done with your baby shower and you were now sitting down for a break before you would get up and start cleaning. You rubbed your sore back and nine month old belly. Baby boy was bigger than normal, James said it was because of his special genes. James was saying bye to his best friend, Steve, before he shut the door and turned to you. Of course, nobody you were close with was at the party, just James’ family and close friends. He did say he had phones your father to tell him the news, but he failed to send even a card. You had grown to not expect much or feel sad for the neglect you got emotionally from your husband or your father. 

James made his way to you, he was still smiling. “Not much longer, doll. We’ll be meeting this big guy any day now.” He rubbed your belly before grabbing your hand, pulling you up to stand despite your pain. “Dance with me.” You both danced to music that wasn’t playing and you felt your son kick. You smiled, the light you thought you’d lost was slowly lighting again. 

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The contractions were horrible. Nothing you had ever felt before. You were screaming and clutching James’ hand as you were being wheeled into the hospital room. Nurses and doctors poked and prodded at your skin, asking you questions you weren’t capable of answering due to the immense pain you were feeling. Your legs were propped up and James moved closer to you, still holding your hand. The doctor came to stand between your legs before sitting in a chair. He nodded to James while you sobbed out as a new wave of pain washed over you. “Alright, Mrs. Barnes, push.”

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Your schedule was thrown off balance a bit, you had a newborn now. You still did the majority of the things the same, wake up, make breakfast, get James Jr, or Bucky as a nickname, and feed him, see James off to work, clean up, bathe and dress Bucky, clean and dress yourself up, make lunch because it was important for breastfeeding now, walk around to settle Bucky for a nap, cook dinner, greet James, feed Bucky, get him ready for bed, have sex with James, and sleep yourself. 

You loved your son unconditionally, he slept in the crib next to you and James’ bed for now. “Easier access” James had said. You didn’t mind, you were closer with the love of your life. 

James held your wrists in one hand as he thrusted into you, his hips crushing into yours at fast and hard rhythm that was sure to leave bruises. His moans and skin slapping skin was the only thing you could hear in the room, Bucky was sleeping soundly. 

“Fuck, your pussy is so good for me. Still so tight, even after Bucky. Shit I’m gonna cum, gonna fill you up so you can give me a girl. Can you do that for me?”

“Yes, James.”

“Mmm, good girl. My good girl.” James finished inside you, grunting in the process. He rolled over and released a long breath. “You’re such a good mom, doll. Such a good wife.” He sleepily rambled. You hummed in response and rolled over to face Bucky, watching as his tiny hands scrunched into fists and his steady breaths caused his chest to rise and fall. His light blue and grey onesie and matching hat barely fit, he was growing faster than you thought any baby did. You’d ask James to buy more soon. Maybe he would let you go too, picking out baby clothes for your son would make you so happy. You’d work towards it, make James’ favorite meal and might even throw in a few blowjobs. 

Bucky’s face started to contort and he soon started to fuss, his pacifier falling out of his mouth. You looked at the time and knew it was time for his feeding. He ate a lot but that’s just what a growing boy like him needed, plenty of food. You picked him up before he could wake James and guided him to your nipple. He stopped crying and started sucking, looking at you with big blue eyes like his father. You let you fist wrap around your finger as you slightly rocked and quietly hummed. Bucky was the light you needed in your life. He made your soul glow again, and he gave you hope for the future. Hidden in the dressure was money you were slowly stealing from James. Five dollars here, another ten there. By this time next year you’d have enough money to leave with your son Bucky. You’d leave with your sisters to live in a house Anne had found in Germany. 

Bucky let go of your breast and cooed. He looked at you with sleepy eyes as he let out a small yawn. You smiled. “With every heartbeat I have left, I will defend your last breath.” You promised your son. He was the light, and you felt you could sleep peacefully at last knowing he was right there with you.

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@jtargaryen18​

[apterydek]

After a year of jockhood

A year of jockhood came and went, daily workouts, buzzed head, sweaty gym shorts. Though you were stronger and more comfortable than ever, you missed being preppy. Looking back at the old photos from when you wore chinos and polos instead, you remembered how you felt then: disappointed you weren’t living the jock life.

“I’m not sure what to do,” you confess to Sir. He’s the one putting you through your paces, holding you to your meal plan. He was the one who gave you your first buzz, clippers set to 1. “Though I’m living my fantasy, and I feel confident, I keep feeling like I’m missing out on all the other versions of me. This was supposed to be my final transformation, and despite all the mental training, I just can’t stick with it. I’m sorry Sir, I fear I’ve disappointed you. I know you’ve put so much effort into training me.”

Sir isn’t angry, nor let down. He’s pensive, eyes out of focus, forehead furrowed. Then, with a sudden smile, he starts: “Boy, it’s no problem. I’ve seen this before. Sensed that it might happen. It’s just that I wanted you to have the full jock experience you were so dedicated to when we first started. I know just what to do. Another year of training—”

“Another year?” you blurt in disbelief.

“Shush, boy,” he continues, stern now. “This year will be unlike the last year. Rather than get you deep into one identity, we’ll change things up every month. We’ll explore all the different versions of you. Then decide what to do next. Who knows, maybe you’ll be begging to go back to jock mode.”

Your mouth is open. “W..well…” you say, processing what Sir’s suggesting. It tingles, excitement gripping you, and you decide to comply. “Yes Sir!” you shout. He’s already thinking of what you’ll become, and within the week, you’re given your first identity.

January you kept your hoodies and trainers, but grew out your hair slightly on top even as the sides were shaved. You wore a steel necklace and a tracksuit. Manspreading, walking with a swagger. Drinking and cursing. Watching porn. Sir would catch you by surprise and pin you against the wall, getting his pleasure from you. You loved the sudden lack of discipline, the spontaneity, the cockiness.

February your hair was long enough to part and slick. Your wardrobe was entirely replaced with white briefs and singlets, gray and blue dress shirts, smart slacks, knee socks, shined shoes and even a pair of short elasticated wool shorts for home. You tucked in your shirt every day, followed a structured schedule, and learned the basics of piano and French every evening. Sir would spank you for the smallest transgressions. You came to enjoy his discipline, the way your energy was controlled and focused on learning.

March your hair kept growing. You returned to sporty shorts with matching silky shirts. Leg day every day. Running, endurance. Sir had chosen only two outfits for you to wear. It made decisions easy. He chose your food carefully for energy. By the end of all the workouts you’d be ready to head to bed, but you were quizzed on football stats every day from the games you spent hours watching. You lived through your team’s performance, trained hard to emulate your favorite players. Sport, sport, sport. The month passed quickly.

April you didn’t get a haircut, just put a little hair gel in it. Polos and khakis or bright, short shorts. Boat shoes. You started to drink again. Spent lots of time on social media, taking lots of selfies with vapid pearly smiles. A lot of them involved golf, which you were now taking up. Sir got you invited to a party on a yacht. Little discipline again, just spending money, and enjoying the money others spent, and the respect everyone gave you.

May you used a straight iron and bobby pins. Pink crop tops and pink high tops. Became a go-go dancer, shaking your butt every time someone slipped a sweaty dollar bill down the waistband of your glittery hot pants. Pumped your nips every night and morning. Sir worked your hole every morning until you could take a plug, then a thick dildo, then a fist. Sometimes, after your shows, you’d get the chance to fit other guys’ hands up your hole too. It felt good to be desired, great to be a slut, and utterly fabulous to be so flamboyant.

June you got a cut in front and a trim in the back. Button-ups with the snaps, tucked into tight Wranglers and secured with a massive belt buckle. You listened to country music the entire time you were awake. Spent time hunting and fishing, dressed in camo and/or waders. Beaten-up T-shirts and trucker caps half the time. Cowboy hats the other half. It was relaxing getting back into nature, relaxing listening to repetitive songs, relaxing to slip completely into this identity and hear the voices of anxiety silenced. Some time every day, Sir gave you hearty pats on the back, and butt, and you embraced him, totally at ease.

July you awoke in briefs and a singlet again. An extra-large polo shirt, sweater vest, and loose polyester dress pants were stuffed over you, and you were taken to a barbershop and given a tight waxed horseshoe flattop with a white, shiny, wide landing strip. Glasses for good measure too. The only fun you had was DnD, but mostly you were too busy reading academic papers, solving logic puzzles, and arguing with strangers on Quora to spend much time on the DnD sessions. Sir would turn the Internet off at 9 every night, though, and you’d have to wake up early the next day to catch up on your online pursuits. It felt good to know more than anyone else...except Sir, of course.

August you got tired of feeling like other guys were about to bully you and became the bully instead. Buzzed again, gym shorts, tank tops, lifting, protein shakes and meal plans: all the things you’d gotten tired of six months ago, but which seemed so comfortable and natural now. You almost didn’t want to continue the cycle of transformations. Begged Sir, naked and on your knees, your prominent pecs quivering slightly. Sir denied you. You needed still more discipline.

September you were to follow a detailed schedule to the minute. Your buzz was shaved daily on the back and sides, clippered to a 0.5 on top. You were issued one set of clothes for PT, and one set of clothes for day-to-day wear: a polo and cargo pants with stiff black boots that gave you blisters. There was a final set of clothing for dinners and special outings: a dress shirt secured with shirt stays, immaculately creased trousers, mirror-shined black shoes. Punishments were severe and severely boring: standing at attention for hours, endless sets of push-ups, and marches in circles with the sun beating on your shorn head. Despite the unpleasantness, you felt proud to be held to such a strict standard, and to comply with it at least most of the time. Sir would occasionally reward your compliance with a treat like a single ice cream bar or 20 minutes of free time.

October you asked again to become a jock, or a frat boy, again, but Sir, tight-lipped, shook his head. You hadn’t learned your lesson. Stripped of all clothing, you winced as you were shaved head to toe, and a chastity cage was forced on and locked. You were rubbed with lube before being covered in a thick black rubber suit that covered your entire body, zips held closed with a dozen miniature padlocks. You were let out of rubber only for your brief, intense workouts—for public matters, a thinner rubber suit that left your arms and legs exposed was fastened on you, after which you donned a plain black T-shirt, black jeans, black Converses and a black snapback. Half the time, a large plug was shoved up your ass. You didn’t have a strict schedule any more, but the punishments more than made up for it. Perhaps your entire existence was one punishment. You were beaten, forced into painful positions, your balls stretched, made to drink piss and eat from the floor. You slept in a large dog cage. Slowly, you got used to it, hastened by Sir’s hypnosis and brainwashing sessions. You realized how much effort Sir was putting into the training and resolved not to disappoint him again. The border between pain and pleasure disappeared, and you grew content in the moment, constant intense sensations forcing your attention on the present. For Halloween you were paraded out in your full rubber suit, a collar and leash around your neck.

November you knelt, bound, ready for the next layer of intensity, for a fresh round of humiliation and torture. You accepted whatever Sir might inflict upon you. But he untied you, let you out, gently cleaned you in the bathtub, and had you lie on a towel. It was only when you felt a soft, pillowy sensation enveloping your chastity cage that you realized what he’d planned. You had a large wardrobe of brightly colored T-shirts and pants and a full rack of chunky sneakers. There were rules, of course, particularly around bedtime, screen time, and getting your diaper changed, but you were otherwise free to play as you wished. The lack of punishment initially seemed wrong, like cheating, but you settled into your new pampered lifestyle as Sir gently encouraged you and occasionally told you life stories to learn from. By the end of the month, you were making cucumber sandwiches like a pro, wearing a cartoon sandwich T-shirt and overalls.

December Sir trimmed the sides and back of your head, undressed you, unlocked you from chastity, and showed you to yet another set of clothing. You couldn’t make heads or tails of it, but he didn’t tell you what you were supposed to become, just smiled and walked out of the room. No kinky gear or implements anywhere, just a fleshlight in the back of the drawer, behind the boxer shorts and miscellaneous patterned shirts and jeans. Sir just kind of...left you alone, not telling you when to wake up or what any consequences of anything would be. With the horniness from the previous months of chastity and discipline built up, you started to jerk off at least three times a day. Sitting at the dinner table with Sir eating pizza, you asked him what this was all about. It felt so wrong.

“Boy, this month I’m showing you what you haven’t had for several years: a ‘normal’ lifestyle. No control, no schedule, no denial, no punishments, just...freedom. You shouldn’t forget, I can give you any transformation I desire, and this month I want you to be a regular guy. What’s light without shadow, a vessel without the internal emptiness, a crisp autumn day without the muggy summer before it?”

Almost crying at this point, you nodded. You’d taken all this kinky artifice for granted, assumed that last month was Sir’s way of letting you off easy even though you were in diapers. You had gotten so accustomed to Sir’s control that you’d let yourself get tired of living your deepest fantasies as a prep and a jock.

You stood up. “Sir,” you started, about to apologize, about to thank him, about to tell him how much you loved him, but you pushed your face into his and gave him a deep kiss, inserting your tongue, feeling his warm mouth relax in pleasure. You hugged him tight, and he hugged you tighter, and you were together, equals now. Wait, equals? That didn’t feel right.

You pulled his arms behind his back and scowled. “I love you. That’s why I’m going to do to you what you did to me. We’ll start with you as a jock.” Sir’s eyes widened. You kept your face stern, but worried he’d find some way to punish you. Suddenly, Sir sat up and straightened his shoulders. “Sir, yes Sir!” he yelled. And so, another year began, with a Sir and boy playing through various transformations, except the Sir and boy were reversed this time, and a few times, for a month at a stretch, they’d stop and live as equals, just to appreciate what they had. Appreciate each other they most certainly did.

[lu-undy]

Hi😳😳😳 i got another one😳😳😳. Sniper l o v e s kisses, but is too shy to ask for them or to start them himself. Spy l o v e s sweets, but no one can find out, they'll think he is childish! And so, they find out about the others' likings and they end up mixing them both up: kisses with sweets o///w///o -💘🐑

Alright! There it is! Quite a challenge that one, but I hope you’ll ike it.

It was Saturday and as always, it was a day off for all the mercenaries. Scout, Demo and Soldier were fighting over which program they should watch on the television. Engineer had set Pyro’s small pool outside, in the shade of the base, and the fire specialist was enjoying his time. It was the peak of summer and the heat was hitting hard. The Australian was with his French friend. They were lazily lying on the sofa. The former who was used to the heat, was in a tank top and a pair of shorts while the latter had clung onto his shirt and suit trousers.

“You must be meltin’ under yer clothes. Go get a change for something lighter, mate.”

“Non.”

“Spy…?”

“Summer clothes are never fashionable anyway. Also, the heat isn’t the only reason why I am melting.”

“Whot is it? Are you sick or somethin’? Sniper asked.

“Non, you genius, it’s because of you.”

“Oh…” The Australian had missed his friend’s meaning at first.

“The comfort of your arms, Sniper, it is truly delicious and warms my heart.”

Sniper smiled and held his lover closer.

“You know what would do us some good?” He asked, spooning the Frenchman.

“I have my little idea on the subject but I would have thought you would disagree with me.”

“What?”

“Isn’t it too early in the day for… it?”

“I didn’t mean that, you bloody idiot…” Sniper chuckled as he nuzzled in Spy’s neck.

The Frenchman turned to face his lover.

“What then?”

“A bit of ice cream. Oh I’d kill for it.” Sniper answered.

“Kill all you want, as long as it’s the members of the opposite team!” Spy said, chuckling while he cupped his lover’s face, sliding a leg between his. “But I’d start by going to the kitchen. I have bought a box of vanilla ice cream.”

“Vanilla?” Sniper asked.

“Isn’t that how you like your romances too…?” Spy murmured as he came closer and kissed Sniper on his lips, for no other reason than he could. He, the arrogant Frenchman, he could kiss this gorgeous exotic man that Sniper was, and by God he would.

The Australian felt his legs turn to liquid. He would never ask for kisses but Spy’s were just something else. The twist of his lips, the way he pulled or pushed, slickly, fluidly, was exquisite and in all aspects poetic. The Frenchman just knew exactly what to do for his lover to lose his mind.

When Spy pulled back and opened his eyes, Sniper’s were still closed. He smiled. 

“I will get the ice cream for you, mon amour, don’t move. It is in the base kitchen, not mine. It should take me only a few minutes.”

Sniper wished he had the strength to say that he had lost his legs and so he couldn’t move even if he wanted. Spy added a prude kiss to his lover’s forehead as Sniper opened his eyes and got off the sofa.

“Spy?”

“Hm?”

“Come back quickly, please.”

“Don’t worry, I will.”

The Frenchman shut the door of the room after him and left the Australian alone. Sniper sighed in a satisfied way. Ah, what could one dream, more than that? Nothing, absolutely nothing. He had someone who loved him, in a true and simple way, and paradoxically enough, it was the least simple man he knew. But what a find, that man! A mystery and a half really, yet he loved every bit of him.

Sniper got off the sofa and went to Spy’s small kitchen area. The masked man lived in quite a spacious suite and had the privilege of having his own private kitchen, bathroom and living-room. The Australian rummaged in the cupboards just to see if he could find anything to go with the ice cream, like some fruits for instance. He opened the cupboards left and right, opening jars and half-discovering what Spy liked. It didn’t come as a surprise that the man who wore custom-tailored suits also liked his food to be expensive. Most of the brands Sniper saw, he had never heard of before. 

It made the tall man smile. He liked that in Spy, the fact that he was very different from him. It made the relationship much more interesting as he felt like he discovered his lover everyday a bit more. 

His eyes stopped when they met a tin box. Sniper took it out of the cupboard and opened it. 

“What the… Is that…?”

Yes indeed, it was what he thought. The Frenchman seemed to have a weakness for acid sweets. Sniper stole one and quickly put the box back where he had found it. He opened the next few boxes and more sweets were hidden there too. Spy had a very sweet tooth that he hid very well indeed! Sniper never knew that! The Australian shook his head with a smile.

“The smug bastard, he likes the same sweets that my folks used to buy me when I was a kid…”

Sniper’s search went on. He finally found some ground hazelnuts and some caramel. It would certainly go very well with the ice cream. The Australian came back to the living room with it all under his arm. He put it on the coffee table and went back to the kitchen to get two glasses of water ready. A few minutes later, Spy came back.

“Sorry it took me longer than expected. I had to avoid Scout in the kitchen. I thought he could camp there…!”

“It’s fine, don’t worry. You got the icecream in the end?”

“Oui, along with two bowls and spoons.”

Spy sat down next to his lover on the sofa and opened the ice cream box. The cold vapour started evaporated off of it. The Frenchman tried to scoop it off but it was too hard. 

“Well, I’d better give it a few minutes… Oh, you found the hazelnuts and the caramel sauce?”

“Yeah, I hope you don’t mind, I just had a quick look around.” Sniper answered.

Spy turned to his lover and put a hand on his thigh. He looked up to his eyes, with his own pupils wide.

“Hm, of course not, I’m glad you did… It shows that you’re getting more and more comfortable here.”

The Frenchman put his fingers on his lover’s neck and pulled him closer. They pushed their foreheads against each other’s and dived for a kiss. Spy pushed his lover to lie with a hand on his chest while Sniper pulled his lover from the collar of his shirt. They both sank on the sofa again. The masked man was towering his partner who was fumbling shyly with the buttons of his shirt. Spy went to his lover’s ear and whispered:

“Open my shirt if you want, don’t be so shy.”

Sniper turned his head for his lips to connect again with his lover. He pushed his lips repeatedly on the Frenchman’s, disconnecting shortly after, while undoing the buttons of his shirt. He knew Spy liked to be teased and it did not failed. The Frenchman dived and, added the French to the kiss.

He suddenly withdrew.  

“Somethin’s wrong?” Sniper asked.

“You found my sweets, haven’t you?”

The Australian blushed and lowered his eyes. He realised Spy tasted the lemon sweet as he kissed him.

“Well, I-I was looking for somethin’ to go with the ice cream… I’m sorry…”

Spy put a finger under Sniper’s chin and pulled it up, forcing him to look him in the eye. 

“Who says I was complaining? You now taste like a mix of my two favourite treats: lemon sweets, and you…”

“Oh, bloody-mh!”

Sniper felt like a powerful punch to his guts when Spy’s sentence hit his mind, and even more so when the Frenchman started lazily massaging his tongue against the Aussie’s. The tall man moaned and Spy drank his sighs of pleasure.

The ice cream wasn’t the only one melting in the room.

[a-coulter-winchester]

The Captain’s secret: Steve’s POV

Summary: Steve is holding a secret that’s eating him alive and you’re the only other person in the world who shares it with him. 

Warnings: emotional, fluff, excitement! Some sexual thoughts and teasing.

Bucky and Steve stood there unsure of what to do. Steve wanted to chase after you but he had to deal with this head on. It wouldn’t do any good to prolong the situation anymore. An awkward silence took over as the two super soldiers stood there trying to figure out how to fix this situation.

They had dealt with Hydra and the red skull. They overcame the civil war between each other and their friends and yet somehow they couldn’t stop failing you as friends or lovers.

“I don’t know if there is anything left to try. I feel...” Bucky started talking but Steve interrupted him. Steve put his arm on Bucky’s shoulder and turned so that the were facing one another.

“This is my fault. I have to fix it.” Steve sighed and leaned back against a long metal table the legs screeched on the cement before it braced against the wall. Bucky ran his flesh hand through his hair before leaned back against the table as well turning his head towards Steve.

“Y/N and.... There is no easy way to say this and I hope that you aren’t too upset with us.” Steve shifted silently while Bucky listened patiently he didn’t understand what Steve would be so worried about.

“Y/N and I are together. We have been for awhile.” Steve listened to the silence as he waited for Bucky to soak up the information.

“When did this start?” Bucky asked quietly as if he and Steve weren’t the only ones there.

“After one of the Hydra recon missions. It just happened.” Steve said his mind drifting back to the memories you two first shared.

“So.. you lost your virginity in the quinjet? I’m proud of ya punk!” Bucky turned the mood by teasing Steve. Steve relaxed and laughed but he was thankful for the dim light due to the fact that he was blushing so hard.

“Thanks Buck for understanding but I should probably go get Y/N.” Bucky nodded and watched as Steve quickly exited the room and down the dark hall.

Bucky sat there in the dark, letting it all sink in. He didn’t think it was possible but he managed to mask his real feelings for the information he just recieved. It wasn’t even fair for him to be upset since he had left you for Nat. He should of wanted you and Steve to be happy. Instead he ended up slamming his metal fist into the metal table as hard as he could.

The piercing sound of Vibranium connecting with metal screeched through the air. The table collapsed instantly with the middle pulling down towards the floor. Bucky stayed a moment longer to allow himself to cool down before he made his way back upstairs.

......

Halfway to Y/N’s room Steve stopped just in the opening of the hallway. He wanted his news and his apology to be special. As a plan formed he turned to let Y/N have sometime to herself while he put everything together.

Steve got Tony and Pepper to go on a date for a few hours along with Wanda and Vision. Requesting that he and Y/N would have the place to themselves. Clint was at home with his family, Thor and Loki were in Norway at the moment and Sam was having a meeting downtown.

Steve was rushing around and watching out for Y/N to come wondering into the kitchen area. Steve Almost had everything finished. If he weren’t a super soldier he probably would have been out of breath by now.

One hour later

Steve had all the food done and ready to be carried out. The decorating part wasn’t too bad as Pepper gave him all the supplies he needed. Steve made the finishings touches before standing back to admire his work. The outdoor patio was the perfect place to have a special night with Y/N.

Y/N’s POV:

You had wasted an entire day to crying and screaming into your pillow. At some point you had become so exhausted that the sandman took pitty on you. When you woke it was dark and you felt sore and groggy. The smell of herbs, spices and some kind of savory meat found your noise.

Your stomach hissed and gurgled. You would of stayed in bed until tomorrow if you hadn’t realized how hungry you were.

“Wanda and Vision must be cooking again.” You grumbled at her motherly side and wished she wouldn’t make things that could lure you out from your cave.

Your hair was a madded mess, you only wore a tank top that covered down to your hips and a pair of red satin bikini style panties. The hall was dark and it seemed whoever was here had the lights up ahead set to the mood lighting.

You prayed that it wasn’t anyone on some kind of special date for that night. Leaving you to crash it by stumbling in like a half naked zombie. The kitchen had definitely been in use just moments ago but not a soul was around to be seen. You almost missed it as you started further into the kitchen. There on the table was a white box with a white folded paper on it with Y/N on it.

Y/N Please put this on and meet me outside on the new patio Tony just had built. - Love Steve.

At first you wanted to be annoyed but curiosity quickly became the dominating feeling. You set the card down and quickly opened the box. Inside was beautiful lilac colored cocktail dress. Your eyes lit up and you couldn’t help yourself, you scurried off the bedroom to get ready.

You quickly freshened up. Not wanting to make him wait too long. You left your hair styled but slightly damp, you applied light shimmery eyeshadow, eyeliner and coral lip gloss. A pair of black lacey panties to add a little surprise. Although you weren’t sure you wanted to give into Steve that quickly. If anything he would have to work a little harder for it tonight.

The dress felt great on your skin and fit to your curves perfectly. It was tight enough that you could opt out of wearing a bra. That’s exactly what you did to tease Steve even more.

When you finally stepped out to the back patio you weren’t sure who was more surprised. F.R.I.D.A.Y. Was playing Lana Del Rey’s Desire softly in the background. Steve must of been decorating all day unless he got help from Pepper, either way it was beautiful and Steve had felt the same about you. He stood by the table full of food and drinks. He looked amazing and so handsome in a white button down shirt. It wasn’t as tight as his t-shirt but it fit him perfectly.

Steve’s POV:

Steve couldn’t believe his eyes. He took in the way Y/N looked and it caused those feelings to stir deep inside of him. What made him even more attracted to her was how her eyes lit up at the sight of everything.

Moonlight dates out in the open were Y/N’s favorite kind of dates. He noted he’d have to thank Wanda later for finding that out. Steve just watched Y/N slowly emerge as she took in all the scenery. He felt like she had taken away his breath in that moment and speaking would have been impossible.

“Steve. This is... there’s no words for this.” She giggled with excitement and stepped closer to Steve.

“I just want to bask in the glow of your beauty but after awhile I wouldn’t be a gentleman to not offer you a seat.” Steve pulled a chair out and gestured with his hand for Y/N to sit.

Steve rounded the table and sat so he be could directly in front of her. He wanted to stare at nothing but her.

“You know. This helps a lot but you’re still not off the hook.” Y/N said with a warm smile but Steve knew she meant it.

“I know, I have my work cut out for me tonight.” Steve smiled back.

Y/N tried her best to stay polite and proper but the food smelled so good and she was starving. Steve watched her and chuckled at how cute she looked. Steve soon followed behind and joined her in eating the food. Steve and Y/N ate and talked for awhile. They let the negativity of the day slip away and let the positivity in. They both really needed this.

“Why did you get so much wine? You can’t even get drunk.” Y/N teased taking another sip of her red wine.

“I know. I got it because you like it.” Steve sloshed his wine around before taking a gulp of it.

“Well I should stop after this glass. I don’t want you to feel like you’re taking advantage of me.” Y/N and Steve laughed about that.

A small but comfortable silence passed by as Y/N took in the sights around her. Steve looked down at all the food they had eaten and then let his eyes drift back to her. That’s when he noticed he could see her nipples pushing against the smooth material of her dress. She wasn’t wearing a bra. He took a big gulp of wine and shifted in his seat as his cock twitched in the confines of his Khakis pants. Y/N turned her attention back and Steve quickly adverted his gaze to her eyes.

“I told Bucky.” He blurted out.

“Oh.. what did he say?” Y/N was shocked and it took her a moment to really register what Steve had just said.

“Surprisingly he was ok with it. Took him a moment to think about.” Steve said pushing his plate away from him.

“Hmm.. I want this news to be in good light but that seems too easy. I mean, I figured he’d be a little more... I don’t know, at least a little upset by it.” Y/N shrugged and set down her glass of wine.

Steve smiled and thought about it too. He knew Bucky better than anyone and despite Bucky having been messed up by Hydra, he knew that Bucky was still in there. Then again Bucky and Steve had never been in a situation like this before. So maybe Y/N was right maybe Bucky was hiding something.

Steve reached across the table and held Y/N’s hands in his. She squeezed his fingers and smiled warmly at him. their eyes met and they held each other’s gazes longingly.

“Y/N.”

“Yes Steve?”

“I Lo..” Steve and Y/N were interrupted when they felt a rumbling and the dinner wear started to bounce across the table.

Was it an earthquake? Steve and Y/N broke apart, both of them wearing expressions mixed with confusion and worry. An even louder sound exploded from the other side of the Avenger’s Compound. It was followed by a roar so loud that they could feel it in the pit of their stomachs. Steve stood and motioned for Y/N to stay at the table as he walked around the perimeter.

Steve made had taken off into a sprint once he rounded the corner. He made it to the front of the compound where he saw a giant hole in the side of the building. Bricks and debris littered the ground on the inside and the outside. Steve’s feet crunched as he stepped further into inspect.

His heart sank when he saw there were two more holes up ahead heading straight through to the back of the compound.

“Y/N!” Steve yelled before turning and bolting back around the building as fast as he could.

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[sassysweetcollegegirls]

The Equine AU that No one really is looking for... ( Might need to call this RIDE MY GUYS  but that sounds hella weird so working on it )

Lance’s day always started the same way; the little alarm clock beside his bed would buzz and then Hunk would wander in and throw the only fancy pillow he owned at Lance’s face. This routine had started because Hunk was a light sleeper and the only one who could hear the alarm go off and not wake Pidge up. 

“I’m up.” Lance hissed rubbing his face as he sat up stretching out the old kinks of his muscles. Hunk just grumbled something as he went back to bed and Lance put his feet to the floor. Waking up for Lance was something special once he had his feet on the floor. “ Alright clothes” he grumbled as he pulled on the tight pair of dark jeans with holes and deep pockets,a tank-top and black hoodie were added to the ensemble and then he sat himself down to pick up his boots. His boots were the most important part of his outfit. The boots were Italian and soft as butter they cut off just at the knee and hugged him in all the right places but they were a bitch to get on. He always had to lay his legs out and then he had to zip each one half way before he had to bend them and zip them the rest of the way up and button down the final button. 

Once the boots were on he stuffed his pockets full of carrots and sugar cubes from the kitchen that was always kept well stocked by Hunk. Then he would dart down the stairs of the apartment and head into the barn. The barn was the place Lance seemed to be the happiest. He loved the wide set aisles and the big doors that held the horses his family so cherished. 

Lance smiled as he grabbed the empty blue bucket by the end of the aisle. Everything was dark still. He loved this part of his morning the way the shadows and the light from the feed room hit the floor as he scooped grain from the manger into the blue bucket. Once his bucket was filled he stepped onto the ladder and climbed into the hay loft. The hay loft was always the same tall ceilings with wooden floors that gleamed from years of having bales slid across the surface. The rope he hung for Pidge swung lazily.  It took eighteen bales to feed the whole barn in the mornings and Lance tossed all the bales carefully down the chute and then climbed down the ladder and loaded them all onto the ATV trailer he grabbed the bucket from the feed room on the floor and before switching on the lights he turned on the cd that Pidge had made him and he turned it up. 

“Perfect.” he whispered before he skipped out the door and toward the ATV.  He  deposited hay into all the paddocks making note of the sun rising in the sky. He was right on time.He hurried himself back to the barn hoping that he would give the morning round of feed before Shiro showed up to let everyone out. He pushed open the doors of the big red barn in excitement, “RAZZLE DAZZLE GANG UP AND ATTUM.” 

The doors opening caused the horses to stamp their hooves in excitement. They knew the routine and they welcomed the idea of food and Lance. Lance was one of their favorite things in the barn (aside from Hunk who always seemed to make some kind of fresh mashes and treats for them). So morning feed and Lance was easily one of the most exciting things in their lives. Lance walked down the aisle visiting all twenty horses as he fed. 

Each one was different. There was the old mares that they used for breeding that wore bright orange collars around their necks. Lance loved showering the mares in kisses and treats and touching their bellies to feel their upcoming foals kicking. He fed them sugar cubes before visiting the three year olds who were always wild and demanding,” Can’t you guys relax, just breakfast time. Plenty of time to razzle dazzle later.” He crooned he always gave them a sugar cube before he'd rub his fingers along their soft soft muzzles and give them a strong pat. The geldings were funny they were always crabby grabbing for each other and fighting just until Lance reached them. Then they would stand as if they had the best manners on the planet nudging his shoulders and hood almost demanding that he give up the goods (he always did). Then there was the riding horses and these were the ones wrapped in blankets and boots, carefully shod and bathed so that they shown like silver coins. 

Hunk rode dressage and his horse was a dapple grey. She was smaller and wider than the rest of the horses in the barn her muzzle and eyes were rimmed with dark makeup and her mane was this salt and pepper color that Lance pictured being like spun silver. She was sweet and courageous Lance always gave her two sugars and one carrot and made sure to rub under her forelock before he visited the others known she was sensitive.  Pidge’s horse was kind of bizarre. It was this LARGE BLACK and white mountain of HAIR you could hardly ever see the things eyes! It’s movements were always a little bit clumpier than others and it always took more nagging to get him to do things but some how he made the small girl sale across cross country courses in record times. No one questioned their teamwork (or Pidge’s devotion after Lance found her braiding the beast’s hair with green ribbons and talking about some nerd device she had built to make braiding and grooming at shows simpler for Shiro). 

Lance’s horse was the coolest of all. She shone like a copper penny. She was fast and childish. She liked to do things her way so it took some convincing sometimes to get her to listen but Lance had no problems with her he knew you just had to ask her right. She took him higher than he had ever been flying over jumps that were 4′4 and higher but he hadn’t shown her yet. Something kept telling him she wasn’t ready and he respected that. He spent the most time in his morning with her giving her treats and talking to her about training the three year olds. 

So when Shiro found him braced against her shoulder eyes closed talking about Pidge’s near disaster with an oven he really couldn’t say he was surprised,” You do realize If you keep doing my chores, I won't have a job right?” Shiro was smiling unangry. 

“ I just fed and put out hay. I didn’t touch the stalls or the turnout.” Lance responded exiting the stalls. 

“ Good, I can’ have you fussing to much with the stalls right now. We have a mare getting dropped off this afternoon. I need to switch some of these guys around make room for her.” Shiro groaned softly as he entered Red’s stall and removed her blanket carefully. Lance stood by to hold it and whatever else Shiro threw at him.

Shiro was one of the most attractive men Lance had ever seen. He was strong from hours of lifting hay and buckets and hauling tack across the yard as well as doing sit-ups and whatever weird excersizes Lance found him doing around the yard on occasion. His white hair wasn’t easy to understand with his age but the whole parent persona was. So anything Shiro said Lance did without question. The horses also seemed calmed by him despite the weird mechanical arm that he refused to explain ( Lance tried asking he just ended up in a water trough).

“ What do you need from me today?” Lance probed as he folded and put away Red’s blanket on her stall watching as Shiro attached a Halter and lead to Red.

“ Your dad bought the horse sight unseen. I need you to have a set of cross ties and brushes ready for when they come in. Your dad wants you to decide if we are gunna keep her or hand her back. Check for lameness and soundness. Jump heights, stuff like that oh and get her stall ready and if your really really a dear bring me one of hunks sweet treats.”

“Alright and who's on my docket today?” Shiro handed Lance Red and Red nuzzled his hands for more treats. Lance started walking toward the double doors 

“ I need you to work Red and let’s see if you can get on Aursian today. If you can’t I’ll have call Adam see if he’s looking for something for the track. “ Shiro was working quickly and handing Lance the next horse who happened to be the White Andalusian who belonged to Allura. He walked the two down the aisle toward the sun thinking about how much there was to do. 

***

Once everyone was turned out Lance set to work cleaning up one of the open wash stalls and setting out a few brushes making sure that there was clean snaps and towels for the incoming guest horse his father bought. 

“LANCE.” The screech was loud as were the pounding of feet as Pidge came flying into the wash stall a big silver tray held high above her head. “ HIDE ME.” She was dressed in her typical green t-shirt and tan breeches with boots that were two sizes two big but completly hers. Her red hair was braided into careful  ribbons of green and white. 

“You didn’t” Lance pled looking at the tray. 

“ I took all the turnovers before Hunk was finished baking. They are all still warm. YOU HAVE TO HIDE ME.” She was begging 

“ No way, this is suicide Pidge! Hunk Cherishes those turnovers! He brings them to the Nuns Pidge. NUNS.” Lance was whining and groaning and looking at the tray of baked turnovers,” is that apple?” 

“YES! NOW HIDE ME.” 

“KATHRINE MARYANNE GUNDERSON.” There was a rumble of thunder and Lance and Pidge swallowed nervously. 

“shitshitshitshitshitshitsshitshit.” Lance sang as he reached too the tray and pulled out two turnovers. 

Pidge looked frantically for a place to put the tray Lance was busy trying to think of how to shove a hot turnover in his pocket. 

“Those TURNOVERS are for THE SISTERS at ST. PATRICKS HOME FOR WAYWARD CHILDREN! If I find them buried in sawdust or gone; I will be take ROVER outside and  LET HIM ROLL IN A MUD PITT.”  Hunk thundered stomping down the halls looking into the stalls trying to find a wayward Pidge. 

Pidge couldn’t handle that she was anal about Rovers black and white coat being kept spotless,” YOU WOULDN’T.” She gaped stepping into the hall holding the tray full of turnovers minus the two. 

Hunk came down and took the tray from her,” If these were anything less than whole trust me I would.” Hunk carefully scanned them his Carmel face sunk with worry. “ Did you eat two?” He asked hysteria threatening to spill over and Lance’s heart broke sadly as he stepped out from the corner brandishing the two turnovers with great sadness if there was one thing Lance couldn’t stand it was to see Hunk cry. 

Hunk towered over Pidge. He was more broad than tall and his hair was messy but always kept clean. He wore a wooden cross around his neck and plain white tee’s that never seemed to get dirty no matter what he did. He wore blue jeans and cowboy boots (something Lance tried to tell him was going to get him laughed at but he never seemed to care) the only time he wore jodhpurs was when he was practicing or when he was showing. Then Hunk was a different creature all together. 

“I took them.. I couldn’t help it. Your turnovers are like heaven sent Hunk.” He cooed pleading showing a turnover in each hand offering them back to him. 

“ WAIT a second.”  Hunk’s eyes narrowed and he lifted Lance’s hands to his Face,” Did you start chores this morning?” 

“ What kind of question is that? When doesn’t Lance start morning chores?” Pidge scoffed her arms crossing over her chest pouting because her trickery had been stopped. 

“Because that means he’s been feeding treats. Did you wash your hands?” Hunk’s eyes looked crazed and he was holding Lance’s wrist higher than his head. 

“n-no..” 

Hunk hung his head. “ I can’t feed these to the sisters, what if Rover or Red or Shay left bits of mucus on your hands... Now I have to make more. PIDGE I’m changing the WIFI PASSWORD.” He said pushing her as he stomped passed her and back toward the door to the apartment. 

“Not fair.” Pidge whispered following him head hung low in shame. 

“I told her it was suicide.” Lance states as he takes a bite of the turnover that Hunk had left him carefully pocketing the other before going to harass Shiro. 

Shiro was standing in the driveway next too the black and gold Trailer they used to go to horse shows when Lance found him. He handed Shiro the turnover before carefully propping his arm on the mans shoulder to finish his own.

“ How the hell did you get this?” Shiro wondered a form of amazement coloring his tone. He knew that Hunks turnovers were meant for the nuns or special occasions,” Hunk doesn’t just give out his rollover’s.” 

“ Pidge was on a suicide mission this morning. Besides the point they are called TURN-OVERS. not Rollovers. So what are we waiting for?” Lance inquired watching the driveway that Shiro had been so intently staring at. 

Shiro was busy stuffing his face with turnover so it took him a moment to answer,” Horse is supposed to roll up here in a minute.” 

“ That one dad bought?” 

“ One and the same.” 

“ Where did he get it from?” 

“ Came from place called Kerberos... He said there was some kind of special conditions that came with it though. If you ask me it’s pretty stupid to buy any horse unseen.” Shiro scoffed and Lance smiled. It wasn’t common knowledge but Shiro and Lance had more than one thing in common and it wasn't all about the horses. 

Shiro was opinionated but he was respectful. He worked hard and did his part and he was battle wounded and scared.But he was also gay and that was something that Lance’s parent’s didn’t know about Lance. That he liked guy’s sure he loved women but he also loved men. So when Lance met Shiro who openly admitted his sexuality (out loud in front of Lances’s parents (and Lance’s parents just blinked and moved on giving Shiro free reign of the barn and with their son)). Lance was amazed and followed Shiro around taking note of his behavior and his style trying to understand where he got it all from. Shiro didn’t give up his secrets though. 

“ You know Dad. He won’t do something he thinks we can’t handle.” Lance muttered and stretched his arms unto the sky.  Just as his neck cracked a silver truck came strolling carefully down the drive attached to it was a small rusty two horse trailer. It seemed strange that his father would have picked up a horse from somewhere that didn’t have a nice trailer. 

Lance started preparing himself for undernurishment and fuzzy worm gut. Shiro looked at him out of the corner of his eye and the two waited for the trailer to stop. The truck stopped and a man dressed in an alarming shade of purple jumped out. He was tall and narrow and his hair was white like Allura’s but he seemed younger and angrier.  There was a blur as a second body jumped out of the truck but Lance wasn’t paying attention because he was shaking hands with the tall handsome awkwardly dressed purple man. “ My name is Lotor. Thank you for purchasing our stallion..It kills my father to part with the beast but as you know our trainer Haggar has passed and we have no skilled riders anymore.” The words were smooth and honest but something about what Lotor was saying was unsettling. 

“ Well, Deal’s not finished yet. I need to see him and watch him move. See what kind of skills he has. I know my father has already written you a check but sometimes if the horse doesn’t fit the program theres nothing you can do but find another buyer.” Lance cautioned his eyes moving to an opening of a rusting trailer door. He still hadn’t seen the second person to come out of the truck. But he was watching waiting to see what came out from the trailer with eager eyes. 

The first thing he saw was the tail. It was black and braided into a tight three braid that Pidge would have been proud of. Next was the feathering it was smooth and well groomed attached to hooves that reminded Lance of Hunks big baking pans that he used to make layer cakes. Everything else came out in a rush and for a moment Lance had to blink because HOLYSHIT. That thing had to be 17.2 and the boy handling it was so hot Lance had to swallow and blink to be sure he was real. 

“KEITH?!?” Shiro’s voice was louder than Lance had ever heard it and the horse  sidestepped in alarmed while Keith turned his head. His hair was jet black (and was that a mullet oh my fucking God (Hunk would kill him for that)(this was not the 80′s)) his violet eyes flashed angrily as he looked at the men huddled away from the horse. He was wearing this half cut red jacket and black jeans like Lance’s but he had on these old converse that were filled with holes and you could see his socks. He wore a dark-tank top and he had a Tatoo on his neck that Lance wanted to touch badly. The lip ring was what was killing Lance the most though he seemed to have the want to pull it into his mouth and hear it click against his teeth. 

“He hates shouting. Where do I take him?” Keith snapped looking to Shiro for confirmation and Shiro blinked almost to lost to process and Lotor cleared his throat. 

Lance awkwardly shuffled forward,” Follow me. Shiro why don’t you get...” 

“ His name is Voltron.” Keith grumbled as he reached up to fix the stallions forelock. The stallion seemed calm as long as Keith was touching him. Keith seemed so small next to Voltron who was nothing but muscle and height and darkness all rolled into one. 

“Voltron. Right, I’ll get them to a wash stall and you bring them his things and then Lotor and I can talk about Voltron’s history. “ 

The odd trio walked into the barn and Lance watched Keith listening to the careful clip clop of Voltron’s hove’s against the cement aisle. He seemed well set and his steps were wide and careful, Keith walked beside the stallion hands in his pockets shoulders broad his head barely brushing the top of the stallions withers. 

“Voltron is legendary when it comes to jumping. He is fast and spook proof. I’ve seen him approach a Liverpool and clear it even if he’s three strides short.” Lotor gushes his voice confident watching as Lance points Keith to a wash stall and Keith confidently backs Voltron in. Voltron stands patiently brown eyes latched on Keith who begins by putting him in cross-ties.  

“He has impeccable ground manners. Never kicked anyone. Has produced some real winners...” Lotor is still talking and Lance watches Keith unwrap the stallions legs. Keith’s fingers were long and covered in leather half biking gloves they were firm and quick as they unwrapped  and carefully re-rolled the wraps. Lance was never patient enough to re-roll his wraps after he’d used them he usually waited until after they came out of the dryer and they were a tangled mess to make them into neat little rolls again. 

Voltron seemingly board nipped at Keith’s hair. Keith stopped to reach into his pocket and offer the stallion an odd shaped brown nugget that he couldn’t identify. “Keith, I told you not to feed that Beast any treats.” Lotor hissed carefully and Keith stilled before nodding softly.  

Shiro came in sighing loudly. 

“ We treat our horses here Lotor so if he ends up here he will end up getting a lot of those type of things. Is that a problem?” Shiro asked his tone turning business as he dropped the tack on the rack at the end of the wash stall where Keith could easily reach it. 

Keith was watching the two men and grooming. His hands were making smooth sweeping circles over Voltron's coat and he was  using quite a bit of fore making the stallion lean gently into him. The two were focused. 

“ Not at all. I am just not particularly fond of the practice is all.” Lotor responded trying to slide a reassuring smile onto his face but it was still unsettling to Lance. 

“I want to know what the special circumstances are with the stallion though.” Shiro leveled ignoring the statement. 

“ Why don’t we decide if there is going to be business here or not?” Lotor challenged him. Lance watched something was off about this display of power and he wasn’t sure why. He trusted Shiro though and everything in him was screaming that Shiro needed to handle Lotor right now. Lance just needed to observe and be present when the time came he would step in and make the decision he needed to. 

Keith had unbraided Voltron’s tail and began setting him up with tack. He was very gentle. Nothing about the process was rushed. When Voltron puffed up his gut to keep Keith from tightening the Girth the young man smirked. “ Don’t pull those tricks on me.” He whispered and then he tapped the stallion’s belly once and the stallion was once again breathing normal girth tightened up to the appropriate length to walk to the arena.  

The brideling was what Lance wanted to watch. Keith was careful as he gathered a bit in his hands. It wasn’t winter but he still blew hot air onto the metal to warm it up. 

“ Why do you do that?” Shiro inquired his eyes having finally wandered over to Keith again at some point. 

Keith didn’t answer. He simply blew a little more and then he touched the metal closing his eyes. He removed the cross-ties and Voltron’s halter,” Nieder.” he commanded and the stallion dropped his head to a point below Keith’s shoulder. The stallion accepted the warm bit like candy and Keith carefully secured the bridle and checked the leg wraps one last time before gathering the reins in his hand. 

“ Where to?” 

Shiro led them down the hall to the indoor arena which was freshly dragged and  Lance looked at a couple of the jumps. 

“ Lotor why don’t you go out and put Keith and Voltron through their paces. I’ll set up a jump. We’ll see what happens from there. “ Shiro stated 

Lance took a spot on the wall. His eyes were wide as he watched Keith literally gather a hand full of Voltron's mane into his fist and pull himself into the saddle. 

“ HOLY SNIKEY That’s a nice ass.” Pidge whistled coming to stand beside him watching as Keith literally hefted himself upward and bent at the waist to get on. 

“Jesus Christ PIDGE!” Lance jumped and then he felt a warm hand on his shoulder and a voice at his ear. 

“ Don’t take the lords name in vain please. You remember what happened the last time that happened. Now what on earth is that?” Hunk asked leaving his arm around Lance’s shoulder and pointing carefully at Keith and Voltron. 

“That is supposedly the horse my father bought sights unseen.” Lance said watching carefully as Keith began a careful trot around the arena. He kept a perfect post that made Lance wonder what his thighs would feel like if he touched them. 

“ AND THE THING ON TOP OF THAT MONSTER?” Pidge Hush whispered as Keith rode by eyes forward heels down to focused to care. 

“ That would be Keith I believe.” Lance muttered watching as Keith asked Voltron for a Canter. Voltron of course was supple and responsive giving in and pushing his hind end under him and it was almost magical how much ground he covered. It looked like he crossed the arena in three strides. Keith sat his canter as if he had ridden it his whole life his gaze was calm his fingers were soft and he looked like he was talking to Voltron but Lance couldn’t be sure. 

“I’d let him give me a lesson anyday.” Lance fessed up setting his arm on top of Pidge’s head,” you know take the lip ring he’s got and ju-” Hunk put his hand over Lance’s mouth. 

“ Alright we get it. Keith’s hot. But are you looking at Voltron? How smooth that gate is can you imagine sitting that?” Hunk was watching and Lance knew he was supposed to be watching too but he was having a hard time. Pidge was  watching calculating there was something always so precise about her gaze. 

“What you thinking Gremlin?” Lance pressed.

“ I wanna see Keith make him half pass and then if he can take a seven foot fence.” She responded her eyes never leaving the black mass that had now slowed and switched directions repeating a process. 

“KEITH: I WANNA SEE A HALF PASS IN EACH DIRECTION AND THEN I WANNA SEE HIM TAKE A FENCE.” Lance cupped his hands and called into the arena. Keith narrowed his eyes and whispered something to Voltron which made the stallions ears twitch. 

Keith gathered his hands and bit down on the center of his lip. Lance watched as he and Voltron seemed to cross the arena again this time it was a little more complicated the side pass was still beautiful and flawless but it took work for both horse and rider.  Keith was looking at fence’s once he'd made a successful set of side passes in each direction.  

Everyone held their breath. None of the jumps in the arena were under five feet so taking any jump without seeing it and having setting foot in the arena before was risky. 

“ Im not sure I can watch this...” Hunk whispered,” Keith doesn't even have a helmet.” 

Pidge looked at Keith eyes narrowed,” I think Keith takes bigger risks than riding without a helmet Hunk.” 

Lance wasn’t paying attention to the exchange between Hunk and Pidge. He was watching Keith. Being a Jumper he knew it took guts and bravery to have a horse carry you over a fence but you also had to be skilled. You had to count and know how the footing was going to be for it to be successful. There has to be so much right or everything could go so wrong. 

Keith wasn’t paying attention to Lotor who was waving and throwing dirt at Voltron trying to prove how “safe” to jump he really was. Keith collected most of the dirt he kept his eyes forward. His lips were moving and his eyes were open as Voltron thundered toward the biggest jump available. Keith’s went up into a two point minutes before they hit the jump. His eyes closed and he let his fingers wrap in Voltron’s mane. Lance thought it was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. Keith looked vulnerable and peaceful and Voltron was happy. He never stopped talking though. His eyes opened the minute Voltron hit the ground. 

Keith made Voltron walk for a bit patting and talking and Lance realized the whole time he rode Voltron he’d spoke to him. Shiro came behind Lance,” Tell me what you want to do Lance.” 

“ I want up in the saddle.” Lance replied a smile creeping into his voice as he watched Keith get down and check Voltron's legs. Shiro nodded going to get Lotor and inform him of what Lance wanted to do. 

Lotor paled a little at Shiro’s words and Hunk and Pidge looked at Lance,” That thing is a power trip Lance. You get on that and theres no telling what’s gunna come out of it.” Pidge warned. 

“I’m with the Gremlin on this one. As beautiful and perfect as he seems something tells me you shouldn’t get up there...” Hunk said taking his hand off Lance’s shoulder and rubbing the back of his head. 

“ARE YOU SERIOUS? YOU HAVE NO IDEA WHAT COULD HAPPEN LOTOR.” Came An Angry shout. It was enough to make Voltron (who Shiro was now holding) sidestep nervously. Shiro reached out to give him a sugar cube but the stallion turned it down eyeing the boy in the red coat who was storming up to Lance. 

“ You are a fucking idiot. Voltron is not some push button pony your DADDY bought you to play with. Have fun getting drilled.” Keith spat pushing angrily past Lance down the aisle of the barn and outside 

“What. The. Fuck. Was. That?” Pidge demanded things besides anger coloring her tone. 

Shiro approached Lance carefully handing him a helmet from the wall and Voltron’s reins, “ I’ll help you up. I wouldn’t take anything bigger than a cross rail the first time. Just give him a test. See how it goes. “ 

Lance nodded and strapped on the helmet. Voltron seemed to be nervous he kept dancing in place. Lance couldn’t help but swallow nervously as he reached for the withers high above his head.  Voltron is not some push button pony your Daddy bought you. Lance’s blood was boiling. Who the Fuck was Keith to say shit like that. SURE he came in riding this really cool horse that could jump insane heights. But Lance didn’t ride push button ponies. 

Lance was repeating YOU DON’T RIDE PUSH BUTTON PONIES. As his ass hit the saddle. Voltron was Tall and he knew that. What he wasn’t prepared for was the long strides of a gallop when he gathered the reins in his hands. No amount of pulling no emergency stop tricks. NOTHING was connecting to Voltron. It was like the stallion had come unglued. The horse was pure muscle running towards jumps at high speed. So Lance did the only thing he could think of and bailed. The stallion kept running jumping whatever jump he felt like. 

Lance rolled and then stood as Shiro came to his aid,” what the hell happened?” He asked watching as Voltron continued to jump anything he could see. Hunk and Pidge had shut the arena doors keeping him contained. Lotor was nowhere to be found. 

“ That horse is nutty! That’s what!” Lance barked and ran a hand through his hair. “ How are we supposed to catch this idiot?” 

The doors opened and Keith stepped inside as if he was the answer to Lance’s prayers. Hands in his pocket eyes angry. His posture was relaxed. He went to the center of the arena and stood.  Voltron seeing Keith slowed considerably but stopped a great distance from him. Keith sighed shaking his head,” Komm her.” he called and the stallion obliged his body drenched with sweat. He leaned against Keith as he took his now broken reins in his hands. 

Lance watched stunned. Keith showed up and Voltron became soft as a kitten. There was nothing threatening or challenging about him when he looked at Keith with those big brown eyes. 

Keith walked by Lance his eyes full of challenge,” idiot.” 

Lance stood mouth gaping and then he turned to Shiro, “ We are taking Voltron.” 

[imaginedilestrade]

I just discovered your blog and i think its awesome! Just 'just greg' made me a big fan of you, and i wondered if you could write a fic for me too! It would be about her starting in his division and being impressed of him (she discovers that she has a big crush on him and others notice it too) and wants him to notice her and do her best when she saves his life and he actually starts noticing and liking her. Greg is confused that all their colleagues start to grin around them. I hope thats ok..

“Are you going to actually do any work today or just stare at Lestrade?”

You snapped out of your little daydream when you suddenly heard Sally’s teasing voice. You cleared your throat and pretended to look busy, Sally had a smirk on her face that didn’t budge one bit.

“I am working, I was just thinking about…” you glanced around the room for an object, your eyes landed on the first thing you saw “Water dispensers…?” You had a hard time convincing yourself never mind Sally. She was a good sport however and let out a giggle.

“Look,” she stopped laughing and leaned over, placing a reassuring hand on your arm “Everyone can notice it from a mile away. You like him, Y/N.”

Letting out a defeated sigh you couldn’t help but glance over to Greg before facing a grinning Donovan. She was right. You were barely a month in and had already fell for the silver haired DI. The reputation he had was impeccable and as soon as you joined his division, you knew why. He was faultless and everything he did amazed you, even if it was a smile he sent a person when they held the door open for him.

“It doesn’t matter,” you returned your eyes to the computer screen “He barely knows I exist-”

She cut you off “That’s nonsense! He’s always mentioning how great your work is and-”

This time you cut her off “-And everyone else’s…” pursing your lips and sending her a pleading gaze for her to drop the subject, she said no more.

—

“Are we actually trusting Anderson with a gun?” You joked and he lightly nudged you.

“Very funny…keep your focus on what’s happening.” He repositioned himself slightly as you waited to take down an armed suspect. Your eyes flickered over to silver hair for a millisecond before Anderson grumbled “Focus on what’s happening and not Greg…”

“I wasn’t!” You were quick to defend yourself before jumping on the spot hearing screaming. Everyone moved in and within a matter of seconds, shots were fired and Greg was on the ground. Everyone else was circling the gunman.

You ran over to the Di and fell to your knees beside him. You saw blood oozing from his arm and leg. “Shit! Shit! Shit!” You gasped and compressed one of the wounds with you hands until Greg helped in pain and you quickly pulled away. “I’m sorry!” You squeaked and looked around, everyone was still pointing their weapons at the suspect waiting for backup and an ambulance. You took in a deep breath and removed your bulletproof vest that was compressing your torso.

“W-What are you doing?” Greg panted, sweat starting to gather on his forehead.

“It’s a good job I wore a tank top under my shirt or you might have just bled to death,” you smirked and ripped it off, buttons flying everywhere. Greg went wide eyed but you were too busy ripping your shirt in half. With one half you tied it tightly just above the wound on his arm and did the same with the other but on his leg.

He groaned slightly but you knew the suffering now would benefit him later. Flashes of blue highlighted the sweat that had formed little droplets on Greg’s head, you wiped it away without thinking about what you were doing.

“Someone will have to go with him and phone his parents…” you and Sally watched him being rolled into the ambulance “You should go.”

Your head snapped around to her so quickly that it made a cracking noise “W-what? I can’t! Why me?! I-I can’t do that! You’ve got to be mad! There is-Ahh!” In the middle of your nervous rant Sally had pushed you into the back with Greg and shut the door behind you.

—

The steady beats of the heart monitor had almost put you to sleep, with every blink your eyelids grew more heavy. It was nearing midnight and Greg’s parents told you they were on their way, so for the time being, you stayed with him. He had been asleep for hours and you lazily smiled at how peaceful he looked.

A loud groan woke you up completely and you sat upright in your chair “Lestrade, Sir?” You softly spoke and stood up “Do you want me to get the nurse?”

“No,” he groaned before trying to moved in the bed but pain spread through his body like a wildfire and he crashed down in the mattress with a loud groan.

“Don’t move,” your hands hovered over him before tugging the blanket up to his chest and tucking him in a little “You were shot, remember?”

“It’s something I’m not going to forget anytime soon,” he smirked and you bit down on your lip to refrain from laughing too loud. “Y-you saved me…”

You looked up to him with eyes a big as saucers before waving away his remark “Hardly…I just tried to cut the blood flow off from your wound so you wouldn’t suffer as much blood loss.” A smile spread across Greg’s face as you talked, he only noticed then the way your fingers lightly moved as you told a story or the way your head bobbed to the side a little when you got a bit too passionate. “Are you hungry?” You asked and Greg’s train of thought derailed. He weakly nodded “I’ll grab something from the vending machine for you.”

He watched you walk out and no more than five minutes later, you returned with your arms full of food “I didn’t know what to get you,” you smiled and placed it all down on the table beside his bed.

“So you raided the whole machine?” He joked and you shrugged with a toothy grin. “Can I have some water please?”

“Course!” You quickly poured out a cup for him, it wasn’t the coldest because it was lying for a while. You could tell by the little bubbles of air that were clinging to the side of the plastic jug. His hands were useless at this moment in time, they were weak. One was attached to a shot arm and the other had a drip attached to it.

You nervously smiled and brought the cup to his lips. Some water overflowed and dribbled down his chin, you quickly pulled the cup away and wiped your thumb across his skin, grazing his bottom lip ever so slightly.

You slowly pulled away and placed down the cup “Y/N…” he said your name so gentle and so quietly that you weren’t even sure he said it at all.

You had looked at Greg many times before but the expression he had on his face was something you had never seen before.

And it made your heart skip a beat.

“Lestrade-”

“Please,” he whispered and shut his eyes “Just call me-”

“Greg! Thank goodness you’re alright!” His mother came bursting though the room door and held his face in her hands “I’ve been worried sick ever since this lovely girl called me!” You bashfully looked down to your feet as your face burned. Greg glanced over to you and you sent him a sheepish smile.

“I should be off.” You gathered your things and Greg’s heart clenched in his chest, the pain of seeing you leave was almost as painful as getting shot. “I hope you get better soon,” you placed a hand on his shoulder, he tried to move his arm to touch your hand but didn’t have the strength “Take care, Greg.”

—

“It’s so good to have you back! The last month has felt like a year without you,” you admitted to Greg with a beaming smile.

“I expected this place to be burned to the ground without me,” he chuckled. “I…uh…have something for you…” your brows furrowed as he patted his jacket pockets until he found what he was looking for. He took out an envelope and handed it to you “Just a little thank you.” You opened it and found a gift card for a shopping centre inside. Your eyes moved from the card to Greg “You sacrificed your shirt for me,” he explained “You deserve a new one.”

“A shirt can be replaced, you can’t.”

A moment of silently gazing into each other’s eyes passed before you both felt the burning eyes of your collogues on you. You looked up to them and noticed the grins on their faces as they watched you and Greg “Don’t you all have work to do?” Greg snapped and they quickly scampered back to what they were doing.

“I’m off on Saturday,” you told him “I know you are too…”

“I am, why do you ask?”

“I could use some company while I look for a new shirt or two.” The corner of your lips tugged upwards and Greg’s mouth mirrored your own as he clicked on to what you were trying to get to “And I might like some company for dinner too…”

“It’s a date,” Greg winked and walked towards his office. You watched him, your eyes glancing over your shoulder before looking forward.

The first thing you saw was Sally at her desk sticking both her thumbs up with a proud smile on her face.

[romancenerd]

Our Eternal Moment

Summary: Elias and Liz go on a first date that ends in a heart melting confession.

A/N: Congratulations to the winner of my fanfic contest! Mai Tsung! I enjoyed writing this for you so much! I fangirled multiple time while writing this and I hope you enjoy it!

Also listen to these two songs while you read. First half listen to Can’t Help Falling In Love – Haley Rehinhart. Then once you get to the part about where it says Liz cuddled into his side imminently play A Thousand Years- Christina Perri. This will make you cry I promise. It makes the scene more heartwarming than it already is.

So, I hope you all enjoy this! Thank you for your patience!

Elias walked through the busy streets of Boston. He was heading to his favorite bakery to sooth the massive sweet tooth he was having at the moment. But that wasn’t the only reason for his small trip. A certain owner and employee there happened to catch his eye. She had long brunette hair and memorizing pink eyes and a slender figure, and beautiful ivory skin. Her name was Liz she was so cheerful and happy all the time. They had known each other since childhood.

Before long Elias stood outside the bakery. He decided today was the day he would finally find the courage ask her out. He took a deep breath before pulling the door open.

The scent of cake and cookies hit him like a tidal wave. He stepped into the small room. He took notice he was the only one here. Elias heard angelic humming coming from behind the counter. He smiled gently and rested his elbows against the front countertops by the cash register.

Liz had her brunette hair pulled back into a sleek ponytail bound by a single pink silk ribbon. Her sleeves pulled all the way to her elbows as she kneeded the dough skillfully in front of her. She had no idea Elias was behind her and continued to hum to her hearts content.

“Has anyone ever told you what a beautiful voice you have?”

Liz suddenly jumped startled at the sudden voice and turned to face its owner.

“Well if it isn’t my favorite customer?” she smiled and winked at him. Then proceed to clean her hands off. “Your usual I take it?”

He nodded at her. Liz then bent over behind the counter and produced a paper bag in her hand and set it in front of him.

“Thanks.” He smiled and handed her money for the treats his hand brushed hers slightly and set both of their hearts racing. Elias blushed slightly and pulled away.

“Enjoy.” Liz went to turn back to him to finish kneeding her bread when Elias suddenly spook up.

“Um, I-I was um, well I mean if you’re not busy tonight or a-anything, I was just wondering i-if you er wanted to.”

Liz couldn’t help but smile at him. She knew what he was trying to say. But watching him trip over himself was one of the things she loved about his personality.

“I get off at 5.”

“W-what?”

“You were wondering what time I get off and wanted to go out right?” Liz smiled at him gently and Elias blushed a deep shade of crimson.

Liz giggled at the sight. “See you at 5 Elias.”

“S-see you then.” He walked out the door. He didn’t realize he was holding his breath until he got outside. His heart was still rapidly beating. He was going to make tonight perfect for the both of them.

Liz smiled at the door Elias had just walked out of. She couldn’t help but squeal and spin around. Elias had finally asked her out after all of these years of school, graduation and awkward but sweet conversations that always made her smile.

She decided to close the bakery early that day and opened a door behind the counter and proceeded up the stairs where her apartment was. Liz then spent the rest of the day picking out her outfit.

             *Skip ahead to 5 p.m.*

Elias was approaching the bakery with a bouquet of roses. When he got closer he saw Liz waiting outside. She was looking up at a tree watching birds build their nests.

He nervously approached her and when she turned to face him his heart stopped beating in that single moment.

Her hair had been let down and curled into separate strands, her make up was simple and natural. She wore a royal blue airy tank top with a small train that went to her mid thigh, black leggings, black ankle boots and a long golden chain necklace with a white hexagonal cloudy diamond that went to her belly button.

Liz smiled as she saw Elias coming and walked over to him. He was speechless.

“What’s wrong something on my face?” she questioned with an eyebrow cocked.

“N-no.” he remained silent for a moment staring into her eyes until he softly spoke. “You look beautiful.”

Her heart gave the slightest flutter at his compliment.

They remained silent for a moment before Elias spoke up and handed her the roses.

“These are for y-you.”

Her heart squeezed tightly in her chest as she accepted them. Liz brought the bouquet to her nose and let the sweet scent fill her nose. No man in a life time had ever given her flowers not that she would. Several men had asked her out in the past but weren’t good enough. As far as she was concerned the only man good enough for her was Elias.

“I love them Elias, thank you.” She leaned up and kissed his cheek. Elias began blushing a dark red. His heart was racing and thought it could explode at any given moment. “W-WHAT! He staggered back a little and that caused her to giggle.

All he could do was blush. Liz then disappeared inside to put them in water. She soon came back out.

“So where are we going today.” Liz said casually strolling up to him. Like nothing had just happened.

“I-It’s a-a s-s-surprise.” Elias said trying to calm his heart.

“I can tell this is going to be one interesting evening Mr. Goldstein.” She smirked up at him, and they two of them began walking. While Elias blushed along the way.

While Elias guided her along towards their destination they laughed and talked about numerous things. Then they started to head down a path. Liz imminently knew where they were.

They were in the garden park on the edge of the city. Where different varieties of trees and wildlife grew. The path the two walked down was in the center of the beautiful garden. Rose bushed shaped the outlining of the path.

Liz looked up overhead smiling at the birds that flew by. Elias couldn’t help but stare at her smiling face, he was captivated by her.

“Something on my face again.” She then winked at him.

“W-what?” Elias suddenly blinked in surprise and blushed deeply. Liz couldn’t help but laugh at his expression.

“You are so adorable.” Liz then reached up and pinched his cheek making him blush harder than he already was.

“N-no I’m not!”

Liz giggled. “Whatever you say –“

Liz suddenly stopped when they approached the giant pond. She couldn’t believe what her eyes were seeing. “Elias …”

Sitting on the shore line was a white wooden dingy boat covered in rose petals. Liz smiled gently, it wasn’t much but she knew Elias better than anyone and romance wasn’t his best suit.

“Surprised are we.” She suddenly looked at him and cleared her throat. Liz decided to give him the confidence boost he was looking for. But first she had to tease him a little.

“No not at all I was admiring that yellow flower right there.” Liz then pointed the single weed growing.

“You were getting over emotional about a dandelion?”

“Dandelions are still part of the ecosystem and I think they are beautiful so there!” She boasted with triumph

Elias stared at her for a moment before bursting into a fit of laughter. “That is just like you.”

She rolled her eyes but soon started laughing along with him. Liz rarely got to see this side of him and she found it adorable to her eyes.

“Shall we.” Elias said trying to regain his composure.

“Of course.” Elias imminently got into the boat then turned his head away and held his hand out to her. They both blushed and Liz gently placed her hand into his.

He turned to look at her and within seconds were lost in each other’s eyes. Still making eye contact she stepped into the boat until she was directly in front of him. That one moment in time seemed to stand still.

A strong wind suddenly came whipping through and cause the boat to rock a little which brought them out of their trance. Elias was the first to look away. “Y-you should probably sit so you don’t fall in.”

“R-Right.” Liz the took a seat opposite of Elias who started rowing the little dingy. The sun was beginning to set behind him and Liz was stunned at the sight before her very eyes.

Liz leaned over the side and dipped her hand in the water and watched as the little fish swam by. She let out a giggle when one came up and splashed Elias in the face.

“Great just great.” Elias let out a small sigh.

“Aww did we get a little rain on our parade?” Liz teased in a baby voice.

Elias looked at her and frown and a laugh escaped from them both.

He rowed them in the direction toward the tiny island in the center of the pond where a large weeping willow took up majority of the island. The large weeping willow had long vines that extended down from the branches went completely into the water and reflected like a mirror.

She watched as he came up to the tree and brushed the vines out of the way enough for the boat to pass through. The inside of the tree was breath taking. On the far side of the tiny island a small dock was present along with tiny flowers along the base of the tree. The setting sun reflected through the trees bouncing off the water like crystals.

Elias stopped in the middle of the water and took a deep reassuring breath.

“Why did we stop?”

“Because there’s something I’ve always wanted to do and I just never had the courage to do it.”

“What would that be?” Her heart gave a leap at the seriousness of his voice.

“This.” Elias reached behind him and suddenly pulled out his violin and closed his eyes. He then held the instrument up and began to play the most beautiful song she had ever heard. Her heart melted watching him play for her. Her eyes became moist.

She watched him pour his heart out to her through the notes he played. The way he played the song was like the music was protecting the most fragile treasure in the world and here he sat playing for her.

When the song ended Elias opened his eyes to find Liz looking at him with tears in her eyes.

“I’m sorry have I upset you?” Elias suddenly became self-conscious of himself.

“No, it’s just-.” She paused to whip the tears from her eyes. “That’s the most beautiful thing I have ever heard in my life.”

“Y-you liked it then.”

“No Elias I didn’t.” She watched his face fall for a moment and he gently set the instrument back behind him. She reached out towards his face and made him look at her. “I loved it.” She quietly spoke.

“I’m so relieved to hear that you see, … I-I actually composed t-that piece for you.” Elias admitted with flaming cheeks.

“You wrote that for me?” Liz looked at him in awe. Her chest tightened and her feelings for him only deepened than what they already were.

“I-I did.”

“Oh, Elias …” The wind suddenly swept through the trees cause the small boat to float towards the dock. Liz looked at Elias and noticed his hair was a mess.

She gently moved her hand from his cheek to his hair and brushed it to the side. She felt her heart race and his silky golden fringe slide through her fingers. She looked down at Elias and noticed his cheeks were red and he averted his gaze.

“Sorry, … the wind messed your hair up and I thought I’d you … well you know.” She trailed off looking to the side.

“Thanks then.” Liz smiled and nodded to him. Silence soon filled the atmosphere making it uncomfortable. Liz and Elias paced around in their heads to think about something to talk about. She had an idea come to her.

“Wanna get out and walk around for a bit?”

“I would like that.”

Elias tied the boat to the small dock and got out and turned around to help Liz out. He pulled her up and she tripped falling into his arms. “S-Sorry.”

When she looked up she noticed the gentle look in his eyes.

“You’re a little clumsy today, aren’t we?” Elias said spoiling the moment. She then regained balance and punched him in the arm. “Ow! What was that for.”

“That’s for being a total tool.” She said giggling, then with a smirk on her face. “Let’s go before I leave you here by yourself.

“You wouldn’t dare!”

“Watch me!” Liz said and took off running.

He couldn’t help but laugh at her child innocence coming to the surface. He went chasing after her and the two of them ended up starting a game of tag that ended up boiling down to them walking around the shore line.

Liz came closer to him and cuddled into his side. She looped her arm through his and placed her head on his shoulder. Elias smiled down at her and continued talking about the memories from their childhood.

The made their way back to the dock and sat on edge. Liz leaned on him and continued to watch the sunset through the trees and listen to the sound of nature around her before she suddenly spoke up.

“I’ve been waiting for you to ask me out for a long time now. I’m happy you did.” He was surprised by her sudden comment and stared out at the water in-front of him.

“I’ve been trying to find the courage to ask you out for years. I was always worried that if I’d ask and you said no then …”

“I would have said yes to you no matter what, you’re the only man that’s for me as far as I’m concerned.” She then closed her eyes.

“Liz, to me you’re an amazing beautiful woman that I would be proud to call mine.” She suddenly sat up and looked at him.

“Elias …”

Suddenly everything turned pitch dark for a moment before millions of tiny lights flickered slowly.

The two of them were soon lost in each other’s eyes once more. It seemed like an eternity had passed in a single moment. The two of them brought their faces closer together and slowly closed their eyes. Their noses grazing each other lightly. They could feel the heat of their breath mixing together in the slight chill of the night air.

Elias leaned forward and gently pressed his lips to hers. They both felt a slight jolt of electricity shoot through their bodies. Elias slightly pulled away from her and they kept their eyes closed. “Liz … you have no idea how long I wanted to do that.” He brought his lips back to hers and kissed her deeply. She responded by wrapping her arms around his neck and pulled him closer. The built-up desire from all those years was all rushing to the surface at once.

Liz desired the taste of him on her lips. Their lips reconnected in heated passionate kisses over and over causing their breathing to get ragged and short.

Once their temptation simmered down Elias was the first to pulled away from her. He kept his forehead against hers and sweetly whispered.

“I love you Liz.”

Those were the four words Liz had waited to hear her whole life. Her breathing hitched in her throat and she moved her face away from his and looked him straight in his eyes and put both of her hands on his cheeks and softly spoke with tears in her eyes.

“I love you too Elias.”

The two of them shared yet another sweet kiss that would be treasured for an eternity of a lifetime.

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Wounded (Hurt pt. 2)

Summary: Things get steamy when you and Peter wake up

A/N: So, this chapter isn’t the greatest, I accidentally deleted the last half so, I had to rewrite it. But, I still liked it, hopefully part three will be out soon.

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You called his name as you followed him out, no response, he was down the hall a mere twenty feet ahead of you so you know he’d heard you. He rounded the corner and you began to think that this wasn’t worth it. If he isn’t going to stop then why chase him? Your walk became somewhat of a stomp as you reached the parking lot and you resisted the urge to smile as you saw his lean figure standing against your car. His smirk grew larger as he watched you approach.

"Nice of you to join me” his smirk never faltered even as you rolled your eyes and crossed your arms.

“Well it is my car” you told him, feigning annoyance “did your Wolfy powers go out of wack? I called your name” it was like your mind wasn’t sending the signal to your mouth to just *stop talking*, you hoped you didn’t sound like a clingy girlfriend but, you hated being ignored. During your short rant Peter’s eyes danced over your features and he had stepped so close that your noses touched.

“I’m sorry darlin’ I just didn’t want anyone to hear” his eyes filled with lust. You opened your mouth to ask what exactly he didn’t want anyone to hear when his lips came crashing down on yours you barely registered that you were kissing back until he bit your lower lip softly. Giving in eagerly to his silent request to open your mouth as he ran his tongue across yours, you let out a soft moan as he pulled you to him tight, you felt his member against you, letting out another as  he pulled away half a second later. “That, is what I didn’t want them to hear” huffing as he answered the unasked question. He bent his head and let his teeth brush your ear as he spoke “I want that noise to be reserved for my ears only”

You didn’t get a chance to respond because as quickly as it left, his mouth was back on yours and one hand was sliding its way up your shirt, the other gripped your ass tightly. “Peter” you moaned breathlessly into his mouth. Your hands found themselves eagerly pulling at the button of his pants and you began pulling them down.

Your eyes snapped open and you stared at the ceiling oh God oh God ohhh God you thought to yourself as you looked down, Peter was in the same position that you fell asleep in, arms tightly wrapped around you with his head still on your stomach. The dream momentarily pushed out of your head as you saw a sight that you’d never see well, more like felt, there was a small pool of drool right above your belly button. Resisting the incessant urge to giggle, you closed your eyes and thought back to your dream, your hand finding its way to its new favorite spot in Peter Hales dark locks. Really? A dirty dream about Peter? In Peter’s bed?! It isn’t like it’s never happened, you weren’t obsessed with the man but you couldn’t deny the fact that he was handsome. If you’re being honest you’ve had dreams like this before about a few of your other friends, what can you say that you haven’t before? They’re attractive and there’s no way to control your dreams plus you’re a grown ass woman with needs and all this supernatural stuff is seriously blocking your chances at getting anyone near you.

Seriously you were a human, how could you tell if the next guy who took you out wasn’t going to try to murder you? Your train of thought was brought back to reality when your stomach growled about ten minutes later, you’d been in the middle of eating your own food when Stiles and Peter had their argument.

“Guess that’s my cue to cook you breakfast”  Peter’s voice rasped below you. You jumped internally​.

“How uh… How long have you been awake?” You gazed at him from above.

“About twenty minutes” you could almost hear the smile on his face. Your cheeks grew hot because you’d only been awake for a few. “What were you dreaming about?” He asked mischievously. He loosened his grip slightly, only to tilt his head to look at you.

“Rainbows and Unicorns” you deadpanned, looking away from him, you wouldn’t give Peter the satisfaction. He looked at you with desire, Peter was never one to back down from a challenge so he let a slow smile cross his lips as he slowly unwrapped himself from you and slid so that his head was burrowed into your neck, never letting his body stop touching you. He brought his lips to your ear.

“Lucky unicorn” his breath tickled your cheek and he let his tongue graze your ear. “How do you like it?” Your head turned instantly and you met his gaze.

“W-what?” In a second, Peter stood with his regular amused smirk and a lazy stretch, you hated how you had to force your eyes to stay on his face so as not to look down to the small line of skin that was peeking out from under his shirt as he raised his arms.

“Your bacon? I’m cooking you breakfast” the smirk he wore now stretched into a smile. Ladies and gentlemen, Peter Hale is back. You followed his lead and stretched before you left the bed.

“Extra crispy” you tried to run your fingers through your hair but you were met with a clump of leaves and mud. “I’m gonna need to borrow your shower” you told him with a scrunched face.

“Be my guest.” He pointed towards his master bath “towels are in the top cupboard” you nodded and headed towards his bathroom, saying it was huge was an understatement, this place was massive. Who needs this much room to shower? You couldn’t help thinking. There was a large jacuzzi tub on the far right side and you contemplated just hopping in and forcing Peter to bring your breakfast in while you bathed, a small giggle bubbled out at the idea, to your direct left was a door that you could only guess held the toilet.

You found the cupboard full of fluffy grey towels. And stepped into the large clear shower, it was one of the ones that had those blurred lines going through the middle so that if anyone were to be there they would only see your shoulders and above and your legs down, the entire torso blurred. You peeled off your muddy clothes and hopped into the now steaming shower. You sighed as the water hit you and thought about the previous night’s events. You couldn’t imagine how Peter felt, he may have gone about his revenge differently than the others may have liked but, it was revenge. Being with a group of supernaturals around the clock made you a little more cold hearted than you would have liked. Every one one of your friends had blood on their hands, though they didn’t like to admit it. Peter did though, he was accepting of what he did - of who he was, even if he was a little over the top at times.  Maybe that’s why you held such a soft spot in your heart for him, he never hid from you, his intentions were clear… for the most part.

You reached for your towel and wrapped it around yourself, looking around for your clothing as you stepped out and saw a pair of folded sweatpants and a too small tank top with lace straps in place of your clothing. You couldn’t help but let your mind wander as you pulled the top over your head and saw that it hugged you tightly and stopped just below your belly button. You blushed a little at the contrasting sweatpants that were much too large, they had to be Peter’s own. You tossed the towel in the hamper and walked out into the hallway following the smell of freshly cooked bacon.

As you made your way to the kitchen, you were met with a shirtless Peter, humming as he moved his way around the kitchen effortlessly. His hair still damp from a shower if his own, you avoided looking at his chest. “Thanks for the clothes” a pause, “won’t she miss her shirt” a little venom, you didn’t want to add laced your last few words. You weren’t jealous, you just thought it a little rude to give a woman another’s shirt. You were convincing yourself.

A chuckle bubbled out of him and he gestured for you to sit at the small dining table, you did. “You’re very welcome” he placed your plate with bacon eggs and small pancakes in front of you, orange juice had already been placed on the table. “I don’t think she’ll miss it very much at all” a knowing smile as he sat next to you with his own plate. You rolled your eyes and kept the conversation light after that. You both avoided talking about last night’s happening and you knew he was secretly grateful. You raised an eyebrow as he stood halfway finished with his food. “Haven’t you been wondering where your clothes are?” He answered your confused look and began walking away. “They’re in the wash” you thought back to the stripped bed and tossed a grateful smile and thought about the underwear you’d worn last night, satisfied with the lacy bra and boy short set you remembered wearing.  Not that it mattered.

“Put on some clothes!” You yelled as you heard him fumble about in the unseen laundry room. You had a very satisfied look on your face when he came back with a Henley top now hanging loosely on his torso. You kept your conversation as you both finished your meals. You chose to wash the dishes, it was only right as he was being so hospitable. A thought hit you and you couldn’t help but grin as you looked at him “Peter, am I your best friend?” The way you spoke to one another was a lot more casual and open than when he spoke to the others. You thought back to your relationship, every time you were around he was a little looser, you’d definitely been alone with him more so than anyone else, and when the rest of the pack left Peter’s you were always the last, sometimes mooching his food. Maybe you were friends after all.

The question brought a little color to Peter’s cheeks “If we have to put a label on it” he muttered. He stood behind you and leaned in, placing his arms on either side of you. “I’ve never had a best friend though, so you’ll have to forgive me if I don’t know how to behave” his hand inched their way closer to you, until his arms were pressed tightly to your sides.

You cursed your body for the way that it betrayed you, your heart rate grew quickly, you felt yourself getting moist. You had to be a big girl about this though, he’d already won this morning. You turned your body and made sure press your ass against him as you did. “Lesson one:” You stood on your tiptoes and looped a finger through his belt loop as you pressed your lips against his ear, whispering “friends don’t get this close.” you trailed your hand up his torso and flattened your palm against his chest, pushing lightly. He gave you a genuine smile as he backed away.

Your heart jumped and Peter chuckled “You are much better at this than I thought you’d be” he studied you with soft eyes, then hungry ones. “What else can you teach me? And when can I teach you?” He leaned against the sink, still invading your personal space. Flirting was one of your favorite pastimes but, he was laying it on thick.

“I can teach you many things” you took his lead and leaned against the counter with a smirk that matched his  as you watched Peter’s eyes roam your body. The little minx that was brought out of you caught you by surprise but, you couldn’t say that you weren’t enjoying this, you could play this game. Peter let out a low growl in response and made a move to grab you until, the buzz of the dryer sounded and you and Peter both stood. Peter opened his mouth to say something and you saw him visibly decide against it, he turned headed to the laundry roomm.

You took that opportunity to cool down and grab your phone. 12 messages and 9 missed calls. You sent both Scott and Derek the same generic ‘I’m fine, we’re fine’ text and turned when Peter walked in.

“The fan club trying to get ahold of you?” He quirked an eyebrow and you laughed. He held your clothes in his hands and placed them on the table.

“Just trying to see where I ran off to, last night” you shrugged.

“Do they know that you ran off with the big bad wolf?” A wolfish grin formed.

“You’re not so big, and you aren’t that bad” you told him.

“Oh sweetheart, I’m very big, and I can be very bad if you ask nicely” there he was with his growling.

“Oh, I’m sure” you said sarcastically trying to hide the fact that your heart was pounding, that a small wet spot was forming between your legs, that you wanted to see if he was bluffing or not, you tried. But then, your eyes met.

Within seconds you were up against the wall with his lips attacking yours, you didn’t give yourself a chance to think as you were kissing him back feverishly. This was no pretty kiss, there was biting, pulling, grabbing. Peter pushed his hips into yours and you grasped a handful of his hair which earned a moan from him. So much for cooling off. He began to kiss down your neck as one claw ripped the straps of your tank top, your top now hung dangerously low on your breasts. “Peter…we can’t” you said between heavy breaths.

“We can” he let out a sigh and placed a hand on the wall behind you. “We should” you bit your lip and shook your head.

“Best friends, remember?” You smiled a little as you tried to calm your breathing. You held your hand out for him to shake, he glanced at it and shook his head once.

“You and your labels” he sighed and pushed himself off the wall. “You and your everything” he let out a frustrated groan and ran a hand down his face. He took a few more steps back and watched as you stood upright. “Fine. But please don’t let that shirt get any lower because, I promise I’ll show you how big and bad I am” you let out a gasp and covered your chest quickly.

“Sorry” you told him shakily.

“Don’t be.” He said huskily. “Sorry about your shirt, I’ll  buy you a new one” he said with a wink and left the room after handing you with last night’s clothes you put your shirt on quickly and slid the other off.

You both were calmer now, and you were greatful, because there was no way that if Peter made another advance, you’d push him off. You had to get out of there.

You quickly packed your clothes in your purse and put your shoes on.

“Leaving so soon, bestie?” Peter questioned as he walked back into the room, watching your every move.

“Yeah. I’m afraid that we’ll violate our new friendship, bestie” you told him honestly and walked towards the front door, you opened it.

“Right. Best friends” he gave a mock salute and put his hand out for you to shake.

You took his hand in yours and gave a firm shake. “Exactly” you smiled up at him.

“The handshake of death.” Peter remarked and you chuckled. You pulled your hand away but Peter had a firm grip, he loosened his grip on you but held your fingers in his, “Thanks for not treating me like a wounded animal” he said seriously, looking at your hands. He let go of your hand and you gave him a small smile.

The last thing you saw while you were leaving was Peter watching you drive off from his Apartment window.