#like a door slammed on my head and the solution I was trying to reach was taken away from me

[velaryqns]

Could you do a House fanfic where after failing at treating a patient, House takes his stress and anger out on the reader? She then considers quitting being a doctor. House is confronted by Dr. Cuddy and his team, causing him to go comfort and apologize to the girl.

Uncontrolled Anger

Gregory House x Female Reader (I took it romantically for fun)

Universe: House MD

Summary: Maybe you should have known better than to question House about his feelings.

Warnings: Patient death, mentions of addictions, angst

You sat silently, your eyes on the dead body in front of you. You had watched as the team fought to help the man, all for it to fail after multiple misdiagnoses and wrong solutions. You, being a doctor, knew what they were going through. You’d gone through it a few times with your patients.

Sighing, you rest a hand on Taub’s shoulder, offering him a reassuring smile. He returned it, then watched you go as you made your way out of the room and eventually wandered to House’s office. When you reached the glass door with his name on it, you stood silently for a moment with your arms crossed. He had one hand in a fist by the side of his head and the other filling out paperwork.

You brought your hand down to the handle, allowing yourself into his office. You took a few paces, then turned your attention to the big yellow chair by his bookshelf. You lowered yourself into the chair, watching him silently for a moment.

“How are you?” You asked gently, not wanting to annoy him while he was in the middle of scribbling on the sheet.

“I don’t know what you’re expecting me to say,” he muttered, still keeping his gaze away from you.

“You could at least say that you’re okay,” you said to him, tilting your head slightly as you shook it. You knew he handled emotions horribly, in ways that often required you to intervene, “Greg—“

He slammed the pen down and looked at you. And you could see why he had been avoiding your gaze to begin with, “You’re not a therapist. In fact, you’re presently the reason I could end up needing one. I just want some peace and quiet because excuse me for not being Doctor Y/N Y/L/N.”

“What —“ You cut yourself off, truly hurt by his words. His blue eyes held no remorse for what he said, and you quickly stood and left the room. You bumped into Chase, but ignored him entirely as you made your way down the hall with the intention of going to the elevator.

As you stood silently in the elevator, waiting to go down to the main floor to leave for the evening, you processed why you continued to try and support the man that. You stared at the metal doors, jaw clenched as you finalized your decision.

You didn’t want to work in the same building as someone like Greg House. Cuddy wouldn’t fire him, he’s too good.

Once you reached the main floor, you went to the clinic, seeing if there was any help you could offer and breathing a sigh of relief when you were able to step in. You dove into working throughout the clinic, waiting patiently to be able to talk to Cuddy about what was going on.

You filed patients in and out of the room you were using, only stopping for nurses to clean and sterilize everything between each patient. However, your consistent flow was ruined by Foreman's sudden intrusion into the room. You stared at him.

"Do you need something? Because I would like to treat my patients," you informed him.

"Just checking on you," he shrugged, tucking his hands in his pants pocket and leaning against the door, further preventing you from leaving the room, let alone treating your patients.

"I am fine," you muttered, tossing a file on the counter and crossing your arms. You leaned against the counter, "I am tired of him behaving like a child; I never thought I'd consider leaving my position because Cuddy refuses to fire House."

"I can talk to her for you,"

"Not worth it," you shook your head, "Now can you please go?"

Foreman was reluctant for a moment, but then nodded his head and walked out of the room. Your next patient came in, and you returned to your job.

Little did you know, Foreman was taking matters into his own hands despite your protests. The team liked you, there was no denying it, so of course he turned to Cuddy because of what you'd said. It was hard to believe, especially when you typically had a strong relationship with House, even when he was being childish.

House was in his office when Cuddy went search for him, her hands on her hips. He stared blankly upon her arrival, a frown on his face as he waited for what she had to say.

"You're going to make her quit,"

"Her?" House asked, shaking his head and shrugging as he waited for an elaboration. He looked toward the office door to see the team staring at him with disapproving looks, which caused him to sigh and roll his eyes, "Y/n's choices are not my fault."

“You’re pathetic,” Cuddy muttered. House shrugged. To him, there was no point in denying it. Cuddy clenched her jaw, “I thought you liked her!”

“She’s ear grating, like you,” Lisa frowned and House shrugged once more.

“I can’t lose another good doctor because of your antics, House,”

She spun on her heel and marched out of the room, leaving House to his own thoughts.

It was early in the evening, you’d showered and done some dishes, when there was a knock on your door. You were less than enthusiastic to open it, especially after peering through the hole to see House on the other side. He leaned on his cane lazily, a bag of what was clearly takeout food in his other hand as he looked down at you.

“What do you want?”

“I come bearing food,” he held the back up to emphasize his point.

You rolled your eyes and moved to slam the door in his face, but it made contact with his cane instead. House let himself in, limping toward your couch and plopping on it. The smell of the Chinese takeout hit your nose, making your mouth water as you pushed the door shut the rest of the way and turned to face the man on your couch.

“What do you want?” You repeated, less than enthused and lacking the emotion you usually had when speaking to House.

“Not a lot of hospitals would be willing to take you,” he spoke matter of factly. He dug into the brown paper bag, pulling out bulls of food and beginning to eat out of his own, “Foreman struggled to get a new job when he had to leave—“

“Foreman was accused of malpractice, and caught,” you reminded House.

“Malpractice is a common occurrence in this hospital, you think any other Dean would hire someone who’s worked with me? You’re poorly mistaken, Dollface,”

“You’re a piece of shit,” you spat, shaking your head and storming into the kitchen, “You know that?”

“I just call em like I see em,”

“If you don’t have anything genuine to say, then leave,”

There was silence, and then you heard your couch creak as he got up. Good, he got the point. That was what you thought until you heard his cane moving across the linoleum floor of your kitchen. You turned to see Greg House standing over you, and you gulped.

“What do you expect me to do here?” He questioned.

“Oh I don’t know, apologize?” You countered, side stepping him to grab a glass from a cupboard, “I was helping you. Making sure you were okay and not going to do something stupid after losing a patient — but apparently that wasn’t good enough, hm?”

“Y/n—“

“No, all I wanted to do was help you,” you faced him, “everybody in that damned hospital does what they can to help you, and this is how you repay us? That’s real shitty, House.”

House. Unlike everyone else, you rarely used his last name when talking to him. When speaking of him, sure, when in professional settings, almost always. But never in the privacy of you two or amongst friends. That’s when he realized the reality of what he’d caused.

“Y/n, I’m sorry,” he spoke, taking a step toward you. He leaned his cane on the counter and placed his hands on your waist. You didn’t move your arms from your sides, merely looking into his blue eyes to see if he was being genuine.

It seemed too good to be true.

“Accept the apology before I’m forced to take it back,”

And there it was.

“You’re a pain in my ass,” you muttered, moving your hands to rest on his biceps. House squeezed your waist, knowing that he got what he wanted. You rose to your tip-toes, your lips just barely touching his before you pulled away, “Now come on: that take-out is calling my name.”

[hxrnyforsturns]

velvet ring. chris sturniolo

⚠️TW: TOPICS OF SH (CUTTING), RAZORS, BLOOD, CRYING⚠️

bf!chris sad!gf!y/n

as a girl who somewhat relates. this hit hard. if you ever and i mean EVER need someone to talk to about anything please reach out to me.

chris sneaks up on his girlfriend to see her doing the worst thing he could imagine

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I stormed through the door with tears flooding my face. I slammed the door. I was so mad at my self. My mind was racing I couldn't focus on one thing. I looked for chris and I couldn't find him. The thing that would bring me most peace was lying in his arms. after looking everywhere I entered the bathroom. I shut the door and opened the drawer rummaging through the drawer finding my eye brow razor. my hands were shaking. I have been avoiding doing this for so long but i've hit rock bottom lately. it seemed like the only solution to make myself aware and alive. I slid down the wall and ended up on the floor. I was contemplating if i should truly go through with my actions, I should've listened to the other voice in my head telling me not to do it, but I didn't. I went through with it. sobbing hard and loud you could hear it outside the bathroom door and even outside the bedroom. diagonal movement of the razor. quickly the blood dripped down my arm collecting into a small puddle next to the puddle of tears. I hit my head against the wall. What was wrong with me.

chris pov:

I got home a bit later from my meeting that usual. I opened the door and dropped my bag.

"hey i'm home! y/n?"

I walked towards our bedroom and I heard uncontrollable sobs coming from that direction. as they got louder I ran to the bathroom. I slammed open the door to see what was happening. as i saw what was happening my eyes widen in shock and they fill with tears.

end of chris pov

y/n pov

I hear the door open and my puffy blurry, eyes see chris looking down at me shocked. fuck. he was going to judge me so hard for this. i dropped the razor. i was so embarrassed which made me cry even more. the blood ran down my arm as i cried more. Chris immediately fell to his knees with tears in his eyes. he held my weak hand.

"baby. what made you do this. please talk to me. i'm worried. please talk to me. don't cry please don't baby i'm right here. try and talk to me."

i try to speak but nothing comes out. just hyperventilating.

"let me help you."

i nod. he runs and gets tissues to pat my arm dry of blood. After cleaning the floor he picks me up and carries me into our bed. he tucks me under the cover and holds me. I haven't said a word. He holds my arm up and kisses all the cuts. this makes me tear more. He reaches to the bed side table and grabs bandages. he kisses each wound before putting a bandage.

we end up facing each other. i'm looking into his eyes and he's looking into mine as he cradles me.

i finally manage to get a few words out.

"are- are you mad?"

"never. i'm sad seeing you like this. but never mad. but no matter what I love you and i'll always take care of you."

my eyes water at his caring words.

we drifted to sleep as he is holding my arm like a stuffed animal.

2 months later he always kisses my arm before going anywhere,especially going to bed.

[i-cant-sing]

PLS PLS WRITE THE PLATONIC YANDERE MIGUEL OHARA FIC IM BEGGINF 🙏🙏🙏🧎‍♂️🧎‍♂️🧎‍♂️🧎‍♂️🧎‍♂️WE NEED MORE PLATONIC FICS OF THIS MAN

(Thank you for reading this and have a great day!!)

I definitely see dad Miguel treating reader like a child, no matter what age you are. You could be a strong, independent woman, and to Miguel... you're a baby🥺 Everytime you get frustrated when he tells you no, or doesn't allow you to do what you want, he thinks you look absolutely adorable, your brows furrowed and your nostrils flared, and Miguel just has to just lean down to your level and you think that he's gonna offer you an explanation and in his mind, he does, but all he really says is-

"I know what's best for you, mija."

And if you dare to say "you're not my dad!", he won't say anything because yeah, you're right, but he will stare at you intimidatingly until you either take your words back or change the topic.

I think Miguel is not someone who talks much (but he still expects you to converse with him regularly) and so when he doesn't wanna argue with you, he may or may not shoot a web to seal your lips shut, just so that you give him enough time to explain (which again he doesnt), but he does use this time to tell you that you're grounded and then again, uses his strength against you to pick you up like a little bratty kitten and drop you back to your room.

I also think that Miguel definitely sees you as this helpless creature that would absolutely DIE without him. It doesn't matter if you're a spider-person like him, no. To him, you're just a frail kitten that needs papa Miguel's help to shelter her from the pouring rain and bubble wrap you and cuddle you and just- protect you from this all too harsh world.

And you could be trying to break free from his grasp, going of about how he didnt need you to pull you from your universe, how you had your life under control and what not, and Miguel would just sigh and shake his head and mutter "Teenagers🙄" EVEN IF YOU'RE AN ADULT.

Miguel isnt someone who talks about his feelings, definitely not at first, he just bottles everything up until the lid pops off and someone else has to face his fury. BUT that doesn't he doesn't expect you to talk about yours. He's super observant so the moment he notices the slightest change in your mood, or the way you breathe, oh he's bugging you to tell him whats wrong. I mean he's breathing down your neck, which as you already know isnt great because he is the only person you're allowed to talk to (minus Peter B Parker and Mayday), and eventually, he may even tie you upside down with his web to make you talk. And he's just nodding and offering up solutions/therapeutic advices (not really, they're just compromises) while you're getting blood rush from hanging off the ceiling for so long.

Also going back to the "you're not my dad!" thing, I think if you say it enough times, it does start to hurt him and eventually he reaches a breaking point where he does end up getting mad and bares his teeth at you as he yells "I AM, NOW! AND IF YOU DON'T START LISTENING TO ME MIJA, YOU WILL REGRET IT! NOW, MARCH OFF TO YOUR ROOM!" And sure, you get spooked enough to run off, but not before you yell like a very cliche, angsty teen "I hate you!" and you slam your door close before he could scold you again. He still comes right up to your door, probably to ground you even more, but he doesnt have the heart to open the door when he hears your sobs. Damn, now you just broke his heart. So, Miguel leaves, deciding its best that you two get some space to cool off.

Now I see Miguel as the type of dad who doesnt really apologise (mostly because he doesn't feel like he's done anything wrong) but instead offers a parley or a white flag of sorts in the form of food (like some cut up fruits and veggies, or even your fav takeout) and sure, his heart is still heavy with guilt, even more so when he sees your swollen red eyes indicating how you've been crying for days, so he clears his throat, maybe shifts in his seat a little and asks about your day or something random, heartbreak intensifying 100X when you refuse to talk to him, making him resort to something thats... uncomfortable for you both.

A hug.

I mean this has to be the most awkward hug in history, because Miguel just swoops you up and places you in his lap, pulling you to his chest and telling you that he's not letting go until you talk. STILL NOT APOLOGISING, I mean there is a greater likelihood that you may end up apologising to him but Miguel sure as hell isnt saying the word "sorry" (unless you're dead, specifically if u die in his arms hehe).

[elisiafarias]

How the Lin kuei trio react while you are giving birth to their child? PART I

Part 2 here (kuai liang / smoke)

Bi han ❄️

Your moans of pain could be heard from the other room, you had been in labor for 12 hours.

Your husband has had enough of being banned from seeing the birth of his own child due to tradition.

So Bi Han came in slamming the door loudly without caring of anything, one of the women who was helping in the birth ran towards him "Sir, you can't be here."

He simply ignored her, passing by her, when he reached the bed where you were he noticed something.

The nurses had your hands tied, that image froze the Grandmaster, then without thinking twice he said with a strong tone.

-Untie his hands inmediately.- The cryomancer demanded in a threatening tone.

When you heard it you felt a sense of relief and happiness, as if your husband was coming to rescue you.

The nurses followed his instructions without hesitation.

Then you extended your hand towards him, Bi Han immediately ran in your direction.He took your hand and with the other put his cold hand on your forehead.

-Wife.- He said worried, it was the first time you saw him like this for you.

You were red and sweating from the vain efforts of giving birth all these hours and the pain was unbearable.

You couldn't take it anymore and for the first time you lost control, you were so afraid of losing your baby or dying together.

-Bi han please help me.-You said as you squeezed his hand tighter.

Your husband caressed your head.

-Calm down.- That's the only thing the Grand master could think of to say.

Then he went to the doctor in charge.

-What's going on? Why is my son not born yet?- Your husband asked indignantly.

-Grand master, we have a theory that the baby doesn't fit.-the doctor began to explain but Bihan immediately interrupted him.

-Then think of a solution quickly, if my wife and my son die they will not be the only ones with that fate. -Your husband said harshly to the doctor and then sent murderous looks to everyone who attended the birth.

Afterwards, Bi Han quickly left the room to look for his most trusted people.

-Is there anything you can do? - The cryomancer asked Sektor.

-I could do an emergency cesarean section, but I don't have an epidural and...because of the blood loss, pain, the contamination of your wife- he began to explain but Bi Han rushed to say.

-Think about something else.-The Grandmaster said sharply and then retired.

He then found his brothers.

-I need you to go around looking for someone more competent, apparently we are surrounded by useless doctors here.-he told his two brothers.

Kuai Liang did not reply, he knew that this time his brother's harsh attitude was due to his concern for his wife.

On his side, Tomas just looked at Kuai Liang, it struck him that Bi Han was so worried about someone, so he preferred not to protest either, plus they were also worried about (Y/N).

-We will do it brother.-Said the pyromancer.

-Don't fail me.-The Grandmaster said stoically.

They just nodded and quickly left. Then Bi han remained thoughtful in that room, it was the first time he felt that fear of losing someone after his mother's death, and it was getting out of hand, there was nothing else he could do.

After a while he went back to your room.

You found yourself almost sleeping after so much effort. Your husband looked at you compassionately.

Then you woke up to your husband's caresses on your head.You gave him a weak smile.You could only understand each other at this point with just your looks.

-Stay strong, it will all be over soon.-Your husband said, trying to calm you down, although he was never really good at it and this was no exception. But you loved the way he cared about you.You just put your head on his chest.

After a few minutes you heard a familiar voice from the other room approaching.

Then she enter in your room abruptly, you and Bi Han looked at her in surprise, and you asked yourself how she got here.

-I see the problem, in that position the baby will never come out.-Madame Bo said.

Before Bi Han could say anything, Madame Bo stepped forward.

-Your brothers told me everything, don't worry, I have experience, I have attended the birth of Kung Lao and Raiden.-She said as rolled up his sleeves.

Then Bi Han looked at the door that was open, his two brothers were looking at him with a certain worried look. The Grandmaster looked at them with a face of "This is the best you could find?".

-This girl is going to have to give birth up.-Said Madame Bo.

"What?" You asked incredulously.

-You come help your wife - Madame Bo indicated. Bi Han just grunted but she ignored him.

-Help her up.-She indicated, your husband picked you up and he carefully put you on your feet, then he helped you stay standing while he grabbed your waist.

Then the contractions came back.like it was a miracle you could feel something coming out.

-The baby is crowning (Y/N) start pushing with all your strength.- Madame Bo said from below.

And that's what you did, while you pushed with all your strength, your husband never let you go, your screams mixed with the cries of your baby....

You let out an excited laugh, while crying with emotion.

It was a (boy or girl whatever you prefer).

Bi Han was hypnotized by his baby, he couldn't stop looking at him. He gently laid you on the bed and followed Madame Bo and the nurses, they made him cut the umbilical cord, bathe him and dress him. From your side it made you laugh how your husband reluctantly followed orders for the first time.

-Where is my baby?, I want to see him- You said, extending your arms.

The Grandmaster brought it to you in his arms before handing it to you, kissing his forehead. When you held him in your arms it was like falling in love at first sight, he was so perfect, so small, it was something you had created.

-Look at him/her, my love is beautiful- You said excitedly. Your husband kissed your forehead while he held his baby's hand.

-He/She is perfect.-Bihan said proudly.

With all this event, he realized that you and your son are the most important thing to him, and his love for you two was unconditional.

Then you thanked Madam Bo for her help. Then you forced your husband to thank his brothers too.Although you knew that he thanks them deep down. Kuai Liang and Tomas were happy for their nephew/niece.

For you it was the happiest day of your life, your life was born healthy and has people who love him/her.

Author note:

Hello everyone, i will update Tomas and Kuai Liang later in this post. I will reblog.

[luvrxbunny]

rough day

Pairing: Steven Grant x F!Reader

Prompt: Deepthroating

Warnings: 18+ MDNI, i don't think theres anything? (lmk if I forgot something)

WC: 1.5k

A/N: *crying* (not proofread)

You’re alerted of your boyfriend’s presence by a slam of the door and a frustrated huff of air. You feel bad at the tiny drop of fear that ripples through you when you realize it must be Marc who’s home. It’s not that you don’t like Marc, you know he’s a nice guy, it’s just that he’s a bit scary and you were expecting Steven. 

You take a deep breath and walk into his line of sight, but you’re shocked to see him in Steven’s attire, even more so when he looks at you and you can tell it’s Steven. “Hi, baby! What- Are you okay?” You ask softly. You watch him yank at his tie to loosen it and just drop it onto the ground, muttering to himself as he kicks his shoes off. He doesn’t seem to notice you until he goes to put his bag down. “Oh. Hey, love. Sorry, what?”

You smile sadly at him and take his bag, carrying it to its rightful place. “I asked if you were okay, Stevie.” You turn to him running a hand through his hair and unbuttoning his shirt, a stressed sigh falling from his lips in the process. “Fuckin’ Dina.” He spits her name out with a surprising amount of venom, uncharacteristically hateful, but you agree. 

You’ve heard his countless stories about how horrible she is to him, how rude, and disrespectful she is just because she’s his boss. You’ve witnessed it firsthand when you go to visit him, you’ve felt her dirty stare on you as you’re smiling, and laughing with Steven right before she snaps at him to get back to work. Today is probably no different, although he’s a bit more angry than usual. 

You still have that sad smile on your face as he opens his shirt and sits on the bed with a sigh. “So I miss the bus again, righ’? Because of course, I would, an’ I’m trying to explain that to ‘er but she jus’ won’t let me get a word out! She’s jus’ going on about how-” He puts up the most aggressive air quotes you’ve ever seen. “Irresponsible I am! But I’m like- Whateva’, movin’ on. But for the rest of the day- for the entire day, she’s just raggin’ on me. Tellin’ me I’m not good enough to even work in the gift shop, tellin’ me she should hire someone else f’less and they’d probably do more, and I- Honestly?” 

He’s getting heated, working himself up to the point where you feel like you can see his anger, like you can tell he’s absolutely fuming. “I’m jus’ so done.” His head falls in his hands with a heartbreaking sigh. When his head lifts he looks more tired than he was five seconds ago, stress written all over his features, and he looks as though he could cry. “Sorry. I don’t wanna talk about it anymore. I wanna-” He laughs sadly. “I wanna forget that- that’s-” He motions toward the door. “Even a part of my life.” 

You walk to him, stand in front of him, and tangle your fingers in his curls. You pull his head to you gently, smiling at the sigh he lets out when his head rests against your lower stomach. His hands come up slowly and wrap around your waist. “I’m so sorry, baby. I fucking hate her.” You take a deep breath and try to be more positive, your anger isn’t what he needs. “We could cook something? If you’re hungry?” He shakes his head against you, mumbling into your shirt. “M’ a bit tired, love.” You hum and stroke his hair as you think of another solution. His hands open and spread over your back, reaching up your shoulder blades and back down to the bottom of your spine. They hesitate, stopping before he breathes out an almost inaudible sigh and lets his hand rub over your ass, moving as slowly as they could before getting to your thighs, rubbing them up and down. 

An idea sparks in your head. 

You take your hands out of his hair, resting them on the side of his face and bending down to place a kiss on his head. His hands slide up to hold your forearms, humming at the pressure of your lips. His eyes are shut, basking in your kiss but open with a confused look in his eyes as you keep lowering until you’re on your knees. Your butt resting on your shins and your face level with his crotch. 

Steven is trying to keep his thoughts pure, not wanting to jump to conclusions about what you’re doing between his legs, but his cock is fattening up against his will. He’s praying you haven’t noticed but the smirk on your face tells him you already have. You’re reaching up for his waistband and his hips are already lifting off the bed, whining low in the back of his throat. His hands rest on your shoulders, stroking your arms and your neck as you work him out of his pants, pulling them completely off before doing the same with his underwear. 

“Thank you, swee’heart. You’re so good t’me, given’ me jus’ what I need. Such a lovely girl.” His eyes are shut lightly as his praises tumble mindlessly from his lips. His hips grind into your fist softly. You look up at him and lick his tip, letting the tip of your tongue timidly prod into his slit, causing a moan of your name to shoot from his lips as his hips twitch, wanting to thrust into you but staying dutifully put. 

You lean back and gather the precum from his tip and spread it all over his shaft, slowly jerking him off. His hand rises from your shoulder to your face, tilting it to him and leaning down to give you a gentle kiss, his tongue slowly licking into your mouth and rubbing along yours. He pulls away for a moment, then presses one last kiss to you. “Please, love, need you so bad.” His forehead rests against yours as he groans out his request. 

“Of course, baby.” You push his head out of the way gently, smirking at his desperate face, and rest his tip on your tongue. He’s moaning above you, his body still folded over as his hips jerk into your mouth, forcing his cock deeper down your throat. You expected to gag on it, considering how deep he was going but the urge never arose. So you dared further. 

You close your eyes, breathe in, and take his cock as far down as you can go, not stopping until your nose hits the patch of curls on his pelvis. Steven’s basically screaming above you, his moans completely unrestrained as you pull up, only leaving the tip in your mouth before devouring him again. His hands are digging into your head, not pulling or pushing, just holding you in place, leaving his dick in your throat and moaning out babbles of your name and how good it feels. His hips are moving gently, trying to thrust into you but having nowhere else to go. 

Your eyes begin to water, you pull off of him with a ‘pop’, and your hand goes to work, jerking him quickly to make up for the loss of coverage. He lets out a moan, a whimper of relief and finally sits back up, his head resting back as his chest heaves with pants and your hand flies over his cock.

“M’gonna cu-um.” His statement is cut off, and trembling as it falls from his glossy lips. You instantly put him back in your mouth, using your tongue to toy with him, curving it to wrap around the underside of his cock, and moaning when the bottom vein pulses violently. 

His moans have lost their shape, just garbled shouts and raspy whines. He’s trying to say your name, let you know how good you’re making him feel but pleasure is ripping through him so intensely that his brain shuts off every time your throat flexes around him. He wants to hold off, prolong this experience. You’ve never taken him this deep before, usually your lips being on him is foreplay, a side dish, not the main meal. So now with all your focus on him, he’s crumbling under the attention. He’s not strong enough to hold anything back, too tired and run down from his day to keep himself in line. 

His thighs begin to shake as his breaths stutter. You pause at his base, letting him take whatever he needs from you and his hips begin to thrust into your mouth gently, speeding up slowly and getting to a pace that you think may begin to hurt you when he freezes and floods your mouth. His hands are shoving your face into his cock, ensuring it’s as far as it can go as he releases his load down your throat. He keeps your head down as he comes off his high, still thrusting down your throat as your eyes begin to water again and his cock softens. 

You suck as tightly as you can, cleaning him off as he pulls out with a whine. You smile up at his hazy expression as he strokes your hair. “Thank you- s- s’much, love. Felt so good.” He’s panting hard with a happy smile as he thanks you, all his previous anger gone from his face. 

Mission Accomplished. 

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[in-daddy-price-we-trust]

All I Wanted - Part 2

summary: when you are kidnapped discovered by TF141 they can't help but fall in love.

pairing: 141 x fem!teen!reader (platonic)

warnings: mentions of child abuse, drugs, canon typical violence, kidnapping

Part 1 Part 3

AN: Here it is! The Long awaited part two !!

Hope you enjoy this just as much as part one !!

Price POV

This was not what they needed right now. When 141 first heard of a potential weapons trade for El Sin Nombre going down in Amsterdam, they couldn't wait to get on the field.

The suspense was killing them as they waited for the right moment. They knew at this point that trying to stop the deal would be more hassle than worth. So the plan of waiting for their food to come to them was a better solution.

Price stalled however when he saw her step out. No way this was who they were after. No one in a cartel would go about wearing over-pink clothes. It was stupid. Even more so when she started shooting back, with a pistol as well.

"Ghost, move in," the static of the radio crackled before a grumbled copy sounded back. Price watched as Ghost snuck up behind her, his feet silent as he kicked her knees in and knocked her out.

"Well done Ghosty," The Scotsman, Soap, cheered over the comms, making his way down to the evac truck they scheduled.

She sat in-between him and Ghost. "No way she's with Nombre," Gaz announced after a few minutes of silence, "She's a child!" A hum left Soap's throat. 

"That's why we integrate her, Nombre or not, we can still use her to our advantage," Price concluded, sending the group back into quiet before she awoke.

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Gaz was right. She was a child, barely reaching 16. Guilt hung heavy in his heart as he thought back to her crying. Cheeks red with tears and eyes puffy. 

He dragged a hand down his face, muttering a 'Jesus Christ' under his breath at the discovery. Eyes flicked across the room, every single soldier in that room seemed to suffocate in the amount of tension.

With a heavy sigh, Price spoke again. "How about we make a deal?" her head shot up at the words, a mix of emotions slathered across her features. From here he could tell she was picking apart his words.

"You, stay with us and get a place to stay," Price's eyes drifted to his team behind her.

"But - you have to help us catch our guy," The words cemented in her brain, slowly nodding along to them. It couldn't be worse to what she was used to, can it? Worse case scenario, she runs away again.

"Okay," it was final, "But I need to get my gear first."

-

The drive was quiet. The radio played some random pop song that she muttered the lyrics too, fingers drumming on her thighs. 

The boys seemed glad she accepted the deal. Although it may be the fact she was a minor and by the sounds of it, partaking in crime activity. Of course, this wouldn't be as different but at least all expenses were paid for by the government.

The car lulled to a stop, pulling up in front of the hotel. The door slammed shut before Price even registered her unclicking her seat belt leaving him to race after her.

A smile graced her lips as she greeted the lady at the front desk, who then proceeded to side eye Price. He would too if he saw a teenager going up to a hotel room with a 40-something-year-old man.

The pair continued to be silent in each other's presence, even when her fingers slipped together pressing and pulling on each one as a sort of fidget. The lift dinged at the second floor, Price hot on her heels to the hotel room. She muttered the number continuously under her breath, 105. 

Number splayed in gold, she struggles to get the keycard from wherever she managed to store the thing, like seriously, where did she put things? 

The door pushed open to the room. The white linen sheets still a mess from when she woke up this morning. What caught his eye was the absurdly bright duffle bag that sat on the middle of the hardwood floors, from where he stood he could make out the top of a pink sniper. 

'Jesus the girl knew how to stick to a theme, that's for sure..'

Diligently she picked up the weapons she managed to slide into nooks and crannies. Picking up stray plushies along the way. Price tried to help, but whenever he tried to pick up a cuddly brown bear he'd get holes burnt unto his head. So he eventually dropped it, opting to stand near the door.

Before long she came up to him, bag over her shoulder and a determined look in her eyes. The trip back to reception was awkward. The same tense atmosphere seemed to follow like a shadow. The lift dinged again, the robotic voice announcing their arrival.

She marched over to the receptionist, explaining she was checking out early (even though there was still two weeks left) and saying if anyone needed it to let them have the room for free. The soft spoken words melted the workers heart, promising to do as told.

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Your POV

Price was awkward. Maybe the commanding aura around him clashed with yours of innocence. But - you both knew yours was fake. To some extent at least.

"Why did you make a deal? - with me?" It was a genuine question. The want of appreciation and validation flooding through your veins.

His eyes flicked down to you, noticing you already looking him in the face. He huffed a laugh at it. Soft, warm. "Well - I'm not just going to toss a kid out on the street, am I?" It was the truth. Voice of honey and liquid gold washing over you. Clouding your brain.

"Thank you, Price."

-

"Doll, wake up for me yeah?" a hum fell past your lips as you stirred awake, rubbing your eyes.

"Are we back already?" voice hoarse and scratchy, a yawn coming from you mid sentence.

Price chuckled at you. 'Glad someone finds this amusing.' 

"C'mon love - I'll show you to your new room and you can have a kip in there, kay?" His voice was soft, almost like the words would make you shatter and crumble like glass. Though it worked, pushing you out of the passenger seat of the car and onto the (now) familiar gravel plaza. Pink mary janes dragged behind you, sleep seeping into your bones.

That was soon rushed out of you when Mohawk appeared in front of you and Price. "Hi lassie, names Sargent John Mactavish but Soap is fine!" He beamed, pearly whites flashing down as you appeared wide eyed at him, stunned at the sudden (and quite frankly, loud) appearance. He threw a hand over his shoulder, pointing at the other figure you completely missed, "And that's Gaz." It was the shorty of the group, giving you a sheepish wave and a sympathetic smile at the loud Scot.

Price placed a hand on your shoulder, a slight apology maybe? You found yourself staring up at him before speaking, "Uhm.. thank- thank you Soap-?" cursing yourself for stumbling over your words. The nicknames getting caught on your tongue at its strangeness. "What kind of name is 'Soap' anyways?" He laughed at that, full belly laughed. Sort of high like a bell, although pleasant.

"M' Afraid I can't tell ya that, confidential," It was spoken with a wicked grin plastered across his face. The smile contagious and making the pink bands of your braces show. "Why don't Gaz and I show you to your new room?" A glance to Price and his nudge of the head allowed you to accept the offer, Soap instantly grabbing the bag from off your shoulder and pulling you along, going on to ramble about his hometown in Scotland.

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A Light In The Dark | Telemachus x reader|

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Chapter Two ~The Task~

You hum to yourself sitting on the lip of your window, staring outside while twirling hair around your fingers. You don’t feel like socializing today. You almost never do. Life is much easier watching as others move along. You pull your knees up to your chest, setting your head on your knees. You start dozing off, only interrupted by the slamming of your door.

You snap your head towards the door and shrink. “Don’t give me that look.” You’re the only one who gets to see him agitated or angry. He’s a better actor than you are. He never lets anything get under his skin in public. His peaceful nature is mostly a lie. He’s two-faced and taught you most of what you know.

“You’re… upset?” You mumble, getting off the windowsill to approach him. “I… did I do something?” You fidget with the cloth of your chiton.

“It’s what you didn’t do N/n. Why do I find out from a maid that Penelope retired early last night and the prince was occupied with you? You said you were headed to bed.” He missed a chance to send a gift, to make another subtle move.

You flinch back… “I thought it… it wasn’t important. She… I… I was headed to bed Eury. I really was, but he stopped me and we just started talking. Nothing really came up. He mentioned she was feeling ill but I don’t see how that’s a detail you…” without finishing the sentence, you snap your mouth shut at the annoyed glare your brother gives you.

He takes a breath and smiles, stepping closer. He reaches towards your cheek. His touch is gentle as he stares at you with fondness… a look you’ve never been able to disconcert if it was honest or a lie. “It’s okay, my sweet little sister. You’re still new to this. I should have been more specific to get it through your little brain.” He sighs, shaking his head. “On a different note, I need you to confirm something for me.”

“Of course… anything.” You cling the scraps as they’re tossed towards you. 

He takes a step away. “Has the prince been acting off lately?”

You shake your head. “Not that I’ve noticed. I haven’t been able to run into him much the last month, though.” You hop back onto the windowsill, watching your brother try to form a plan in his head.

“And that isn’t weird to you?” He mumbles a few more words beneath his breath that you don’t catch.

You shrug and kick your feet. “No? I mean, he’s getting older, I’m getting older. He’s still a prince, so he has responsibilities. I figured that he’s just been busy.” You see it as a rational line of thoughts.

“N/n, you do want to see me succeed, correct? You want me to be able to keep you from having to go home to them, right?” He doesn’t mean anything malicious by his questions… you don’t think so anyway.

“Of course I do. I like living with you. I don’t want to go back there.” You search him, trying to figure out what is going on.

“And let’s say a certain thorn in our plans found himself with a fancy for somebody? Would that be a bad thing?” Your brother draws the question out as if you’re an idiot.

“Depends? If it’s love, then yes? Because he could marry and become king… ah… I am assuming a maid said something about him?” You should have pressed for more the other night. You’d just been teasing, but it seems it might be relevant now.

Your brother nods, pausing to lean against a wall. “You’ve tricked men, toyed with people… but do you think you could fool a Prince’s heart for me? It would make you very proud that you could ensure the prince doesn’t become more of a threat than he already is.” 

You freeze staring at him. “You… Do you want me to lead him on? Make him… fall for me? I… Eury that’s…”

“Oh no, I understand if it’s too hard. I’ll just have to find a different solution.” Disappointment coats his voice and you sink in on yourself. You bite your nails as you struggle with your decision.

It’s wrong… you already feel bad that, as his friend, you tell your brother his secrets. You already feel bad that the prince has had his life ripped out from underneath him. This seems vile, twisted, and cruel. You stare at your brother, the disappointment in his eyes. 

Crack.

You snap a nail between your teeth. You can’t lose him. You can’t disappoint him. If he stops caring, if you lose him, you go back home and that is game over. You like it here. You can run around gardens, talk to people, and have fun. You can’t do that at home. Your breath hitches as whatever shred of a moral compass you have strains against your need for his approving smile. 

“Okay… I… I’ll try. I don’t even know where to start, though.” You mumble, dropping your hand to your side.

Eurymachus shrugs as he moves closer once more. He ruffles your hair and sighs. “Just be your adorable self.” His eyes become gentle and kind again and you sigh with relief. 

He turns to leave but pauses at the door. “I’m counting on you little sis.”

“I won’t let you down.” You call out to him as he shuts the door. You run your hands down your face as you groan…

How are you supposed to catch the eye of a prince? You? Does he understand that he’s assigned to you what you view as an impossible task? This is nonsense. Still, you stand up and sit at your desk to try to brainstorm a plan. You’re attempting to go from trusted friend to love. Too much too soon will make him retreat…

Yet, you also know if you pull back, you’ll alarm him and he’ll either think it’s suspicious or be too concerned for you. 

Eurymachus said, be yourself, but which one? Adorable… he said adorable, but that’s usually his endearing term for you. You sigh, tapping your quill to your desk.

After several hours of thinking and crumpled paper, you’ve come up with a plan.

Step one: naturally ease into flirting…

Step two: start to act like you're in love

Step three: be awkward with some things but not with others

Step four: make him fall head over heels.

It’s simple on paper, but whether or not you’re confident enough to execute things correctly is something you’re unsure of right now.. 

You look out the window to judge the time. You were thinking of starting the plan tonight, but it’s already dark out and you doubt he’s going to be awake, so you decide on tomorrow.  Chapter 1 Click here Chapter 3 Click here SFW version

Chapter 3 Click here NSFW/TW HEAVY version

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OMGGG IM ACTUALLY THINKING of like a part 3 of the Craig x reader jqjejdj but TWEEK joins the mix. After hearing it that night he could stop thinking about it and wanted to probably fuck y/n with Craig auejeje I’m dumb but I love your writing SOOO MUCHH!!

Warning: All characters are over 18! Swearing! Smut!

Background: After Tweek hears you and Craig at your last sleepover. Craig figures out a solution

Status: Request Open

Previous part

'Plus one'

As Tweek laid there pretending to sleep he felt a surge of emotions hearing the sounds you and Craig were making. As Craig roughly fucked you he felt himself grow harder from the sounds coming out of your mouth. You sounded amazing he wanted to make you sound like that.

He laid there stroking his cock to the sound of your moans as Craig shamelessly fucked you. He heard him switch your position and slam into you again. He whimpered as he heard your moans get louder. Fuck...did you two forget he was here?

"Craig oh fuck~!" You moaned out making Tweek's hand move faster on his cock.

"God...oh fuck..." He whimpered quietly not that it would have mattered because of how loud you two were he probably could have yelled and you two wouldn't have heard him.

"That's it. Tell me how good it feels~" Craig groaned moving even faster inside you filling the room with the erotic sounds of your bodies eagerly craving each other.

Oh god. Listen to him, tell him how good it felt. It was disgusting, perverted, downright wrong, but fuck was it hot. The sound of your moans. The sound your body made when Craig slammed into you like a feral animal. Even the sounds Craig made were sending Tweek over the edge.

Once you both reached your peak, Tweek was right there with you both. He had to bite down on his shirt to keep himself from moaning out as his hand stroked him faster causing him to spill all over his hand. He couldn't get himself to stop stroking until you stopped moaning.

He heard you two whispering to each other but in his own dazed state, he couldn't decipher a single word. Once he heard you and Craig fall asleep he sneaked out of the fort and into the bathroom. He cleaned himself off and splashed his face with cold water. He looked into the mirror seeing his own flushed face.

"Holy fuck."

The next morning he tried his best to act like nothing was wrong. But fuck it was hard. He never saw you as anything other than a friend but after last night he suddenly noticed every small movement you made, every curve under your clothes, the way your lips looked when you said his name.

"Tweek!" You said waving your hand in front of his face trying to catch his attention.

He put his coffee down at shook his head. "Sorry um j-just ru-running slow today."

"You ok?" Craig asked sitting down at the table next to him.

"Y-yeah just n-need to finish my c-coffee." He mumbled as he continued drinking his coffee.

"Ok...well when ya'll wanna do this again?" You asked sitting down next to Craig.

Tweek choked on his coffee. Did he hear you right? God were you planning on fucking Craig again with him in the room again? He could feel his cock straining against his pants at the thought.

"Oh my god Tweek you sure you good?" You asked reaching to pat his back but he quickly stood up.

"I have to go!" He blurted out before running out the door.

You stared at the door for a second trying to process what just happened. You looked over at Craig who simply shrugged.

"That was like weird right?" You asked.

"Oh very fucking weird but it's Tweek he panics. I'll talk to him later." He said sipping his own coffee.

So there he was. He had cornered Tweek in the storage closet at the coffee shop. He was going for a more peaceful approach that wouldn't overwhelm him but when he continued to ignore his questions he needed a more direct approach.

"Now are you gonna tell me what your problem is?" Craig asked crossing his arms and looking down at him.

"N-nothing!"

"I know you're lying now why are you being weird? Is it because me and Y/N kissed?" He asked.

"W-what n-no!" He said looking up at him panicking a bit.

"Then what is it? We had a good time. It was nice. Then you woke up...all...weird..." Craig said his words slowing down towards the end as the pieces slowly connected in his brain. "You...you heard us didn't you?"

"W-what? H-heard you? N-no I uh I don't k-know wh-what you're ta-t-talking about." He said clearly lying.

"Oh my god. You heard me and Y/N having sex," Craig said putting a hand up to his mouth.

"I-I...I just....It was so...so hot." He confessed as his face flushed. God why is he saying this. "Hearing them was so....so fucking hot."

So that's how it started. It took Craig a while to figure out what to do, but when the idea popped into his head, it was hard not to go through with it. The next day, they both came over to your place again for another sleepover. Everything was set up, but you could tell Tweek was on edge.

You all went about the night as normal. You played a movie, and you all laid down. Tweek said he would rather sleep on the couch than in the fort with you and Craig. Once he left, Craig turned to you with a smug look.

Within a few minutes, Craig came out to where Tweek was waiting. He was sitting on the couch fidgeting with his hands nervously.

"She's all ready. She's blindfolded and ready for you, so put this on." Craig said, handing him a blindfold.

"W-why do I n-n-need one?" He asked taking the blindfold.

"Because if you see her, you'll get nervous." Craig explained and Tweek nodded.

Once he got the blindfold on, Craig took his hand, leading him into the fort. Craig guided Tweek between your legs. Craig placed your legs on Tweek's shoulders, causing his breath to hitch as he could feel your warmth close to his face.

Tweek slowly moved closer until his lips came into contact with your slick folds. He slowly stuck his tongue out and slowly licked between your folds. Your taste was intoxicating he didn't know you would taste this good. He moaned softly against you as his mouth worked tirelessly against your dripping cunt relishing in every moan, whimper, and gasp he caused to escape your lips.

"O-oh god~ P-please don't stop~" You moaned out. Tweek groaned at your words and wrapped his arms around your thighs pulling you closer and holding you in place.

Craig watched with a smirk on his face. He moved behind Tweek and swiftly took off his blindfold. Tweek looked up at you, his eyes roaming up your naked body taking in every detail until his eyes reached your face.

Craig said he blindfolded you. He said he would, so why aren't you? You looked down at him with a flushed face. It took a simple conversation with Craig for you to agree to be ravished by both of them that night. A conversation Tweek didn't know about.

"Please, Tweek~, please don't stop~ I'm so close~" You moaned out, causing Tweek to blush and continue his tongue movements.

"How does it feel Y/N?" Criaig asked, sitting down next to you and soothingly running his fingers through your hair.

You looked up at him, your face was red, and you could barely keep your eyes open. "S-so good~"

"Keep going, Tweek. Make her cum on your face." Craig said with a smirk as you leaned your head back moaning louder.

Tweek slowly brought his fingers to your entrance gently pushing two inside as he applied gentle suction to your clit. You arched your back and moaned louder. He moved his fingers faster, feeling you tighten around that until it became too much.

"Tweek~!" You moaned out as you came on his fingers and tongue.

Tweek pulled away, licking his lips. You looked up at him, your chest rising and falling rapidly. He leaned in, placing his lips against your. The kiss started off surprisingly innocent, a pure representation of years of hidden emotions between you two. The kiss quickly became heated, and as your tongues connected, you could taste the remnants of yourself. Once you both pulled away Craig smirked.

"We're not done yet, sweetheart. You have to take care of us." Craig said, pulling down his sweatpants enough for his cock to spring out.

Tweek bit his lips and followed suit. He pulled down his own sweatpants and stroked himself above you.

"Please Y/N please let me be inside you~" Tweek begged as he thrusted into his own hand desperately.

"You gonna deny him when he's this needy?" Craig teased as he stroked his own cock.

You shook your head and got on your hands and knees in front of Craig and presented yourself to Tweek.

"Please Tweek please fuck me~" You begged turning your head back to look at him.

Tweek gently put his hands on your hips and lined himself up with your entrance. He slowly guided himself inside you, causing you both to moan as he buried himself inside you.

"Oh Tweek~" You moaned out

"Oh fuck you feel amazing~" Tweek moaned as he started thrusting inside you.

Craig grabbed your chin gently bringing your attention to him. "Didn't forget about me did you?"

"No~ I'm sorry~" You managed to moan out and slowly brought your head down, taking him into your mouth as Tweek thrusted into you.

"Just like that, such a good girl," Craig groaned, pulling your hair into a ponytail and slowly guiding your movements.

Tweek watched as you sucks Craig's cock only heightening his own arousal. He thrusted faster, gripping your hips to keep himself in control. The room filled with moans, skin on skin, and soft gags.

Craig gripped your hair harder as he thrusted into your mouth. You could hardly breath but fuck that didn't matter right now you felt too fucking good to care. Tweek was thrusting harder, but it felt like he was holding back so he wouldn't hurt you. Craig, on the other hand, didn't care at all. He loved the idea of pushing you to your limit. The mear thought that he could break you made him thrust into your mouth faster.

Tweek pulled your hips back into him, slowly letting his self-control slip as he grew closer and closer to his own orgasm. And by the way your pussy gripped onto his cock he knew you were close too. He looked up, seeing Craig's face twisted in pure pleasure.

"She feels so good~ I can't hold back much longer~" Tweek said, his voice strained as his cock twitched inside you.

Craig face fucked you harder as he grew closer to his release. You moaned loudly around Craig's cock as you came onto Tweek's cock making him thrust faster.

"Give it to her she loved being covered in cum" Craid said with his own strained voice.

Tweek quickly pulled out just in time to cum onto your ass and back. Craig groaned as he thrusted into your mouth one last time, bringing your mouth down to the base as he shot his load down your throat.

He kept you down for a second before eventually pulling you away from his cock. You gasped for air and laid on your stomach as Tweek cleaned you off with gentle care.

"Y-you ok Y/N?" Tweek asked, gently stroking your hair.

You nodded, still not being able to form an actual response. Craig laid next to you and wrapped his arms around you. Tweek laid on your other side and hugged you from behind.

"Did we hurt you?" Craig asked softly.

"N..no.." You muttered, burying your face into his chest.

"Try to get some rest Y/N." Tweek whispered kissing the back of your head.

Craig chuckled and kissed your forehead before speaking. "You're gonna need it for round two."

A/N: OK, so still not good at writing smut but yeah, this is the third part of my mini Craig series that was supposed to be just a one-shot but turned into a trilogy. I'm not complaining, though. You all seem to love it, so I am at ya'lls service. And don't worry if I haven't gotten to your request yet! I'm a little behind, but please keep sending them in. I promise in like two weeks my inbox will be empty if ya'll don't keep sending ideas 😭. but anyway, thank you for reading! Love yall 🩷

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Sinned Awakening Reimagined: Pt. 2🩸

An AU Elvis fic

(Vampire!Elvis/ Vampire Austin! Elvis x reader)

Fandom: Elvis - Elvis (2022)

Prompt: Elvis is fighting his need for blood, making him weaker by the day. Then you walk into his life, making you the perfect target for his next meal. But an unknown force is making this more difficult than he expected... [Elvis' Perspective]

TW: Cussing, mentions of blood, teasing, Smut

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 7.7k

A/N: Hello everyone! More vampire Elvis for you on this Smutty Saturday😏 (Someone please stop me😝) This part is much longer and I couldn’t split it up so enjoy! (I’m also so happy with how this mood board came out🤭)

If you'd like to start from the beginning, start here or Ao3! Hope you enjoy and message and comment what you think.

He tries to stay as calm as possible but it’s not working. Your neck was still bleeding and the sound of your heart pounded in his ears. You had so much fear in your eyes, unsure what he was going to do with you. He honestly didn’t know what he was going to do with you. He had never found himself in this situation. There weren’t any legends that he’d read before that explained something like this and that made him fearful. 

You try to push past him one more time but it’s no use, he doesn’t move an inch from the door. Your bloody hand quickly reaches for the doorknob but Elvis is faster and your hand wraps around his. He hisses at the feeling of your skin on his. It was absolutely obsessional and perfect. The blood that was on your hand smeared on his and he can’t focus on anything else but that. He starts to tremble, wanting to take a bite out of you again.

“Let me out of here!” You yell at him.

“I said no! I need to figure out what to do with you,” he growls, standing up straighter, looming over you. You tremble as you look up at him, unsure what to do or say.

Elvis pulls you by your arm and leads you to one of the guest rooms. He has you walk in and look at him fearfully.

“Stay in here until I say so,” he hisses. He slams the door and and walks back out into the main room. Your blood dripped down his hand and his mind was focused on feeding again. He couldn’t feed anymore off of you, he drank more than he should have and he would surely change you if he sunk his teeth into your neck again.

He paces the length of the room, trying to think of solutions but none are being made. He quickly goes to the front door where he knows his men will be standing guard. He sees Jerry right as he opens the door and his eyes blow wide as he sees the state Elvis is in.

“E what the hell is going on,” he says concerned looking at the state he’s in and the blood that’s on both of his hands.

“I-I umm… I don’t know. I don’t know what to do…” Elvis says in a daze.

“What do you mean? What happened in there?” 

“I can’t compel her, I can’t compel her to forget anything,” he says fearfully.

There was an uncomfortable murmur among all of them and no one could look at Elvis.

“I need time, I need to figure out what I’m going to do. This can ruin my life,” he says worriedly. He walks back into the suite and locks the door behind himself. He had to get your blood off of his hands and get your scent off of him. He hurries into his bedroom and heads to the bathroom. He couldn’t let your blood go to waste and licks the remaining bit on his fingers. God, he couldn’t get enough of you. How could he feel like this over one human?

He had to change his clothes too, your scent clung onto his shirt like velcro and wasn’t helping him calm down. After changing, he sits on the edge of his bed, deep in thought. He was faced with the option of letting you go but he didn’t trust you to not spread the news that he was a vampire to the whole world. Would people really believe a story like that though? Probably not, it was too outlandish. On the other hand, his reputation proceeded him. He was acting more like a recluse as the years went on. He didn’t like to be around people very often and his lack of control put everyone at risk. People barely saw him during the day and only saw him on stage at night and that’s it. When he did host parties, he’d always have his sunglasses on, making sure to hide the red hungry eyes underneath them. People were growing suspicious and it could be plausible that this news could very well end his life in the spotlight.

Okay, so letting you go wasn’t an option. Option two… what can be another option? He could turn you, make you just as damned as he is. No, he couldn’t do that to you. He had never turned anyone who didn’t want to be changed. The only option was to keep you here with him. That was going to be extremely difficult for him to do. He was not very nice to you from the start and he practically took a chunk out of your neck. You two were not on the best of terms.

He had to have you with him 24/7 essentially. There could not be the chance of you slipping away and leaking to the world that he was a vampire. He needed you to work for him. He’d figure out a specific job later but it was the only way to keep his identity a secret.

He was up pacing for hours, trying to decide if this was the best plan. He saw sunlight peek through the curtains and realized it was a new day. Never sleeping really blurs some days for him and he hated it. He listens for your heartbeat, trying to see if you are awake or asleep. Your heart was beating slow and steady and breathing normally. He decided to check on you, make sure you were okay and your neck was healed. If he couldn’t compel you, who knows if his bite mark would still linger on your skin?

He quietly opens the door to the guest room and steps inside. He was agile enough that you wouldn’t detect him in here. The soft glow of the sunrise brings enough sunlight into the room that he can see you sleeping peacefully. You took his breath away. You were so stunning even while sleeping. He couldn’t get over your beauty.

He had to check your neck and see if it was healed. Your hair covered it so he had to be extra careful moving it off of you. It was hard to be this close to you of course. He held his breath and fought every instinct inside of him to feed. Your neck was exposed to him and to his relief, it was fully healed. At least that’s one less thing to worry about. He doesn’t leave right away, he wanted to stay close to you as you slept. It was this weird need to be close to you, to protect you even though he had the worst control of any vampire he knew. He tore himself away though just in case you wake up. Taking one last look at you before he leaves he sighs.

“I’m sorry.” He mutters.

*

He waited for you to get up and didn’t make a sound to startle you. It was almost nine and he heard your fluttering heartbeat quicker when you woke up and realized where you were. You didn’t come out right away, probably debating what to do or say when you saw him. He softly calls for you, “y/n, you can come out here,” he says. Your heart gallops at the sound of his voice and it makes it hard for him to concentrate. It took you a while to muster up the courage to leave the bedroom but you finally do. Elvis doesn’t move from his seat, trying not to scare you.

You carefully enter the room staring at Elvis with apprehension. You leave plenty of space between one another and you can’t help but stare at him with disgust.

“What did you do to me?” You ask angrily, pointing to your healed neck.

“I didn’t do anything, it healed on its own,” Elvis explains.

“Did you change me? Does this mean I’m a vampire now?” You say terrified.

“No honey, that’s not how it works. There are more steps to it all. I only fed from you,” he tries to say calmly.

“Only fed on me?! What the hell is wrong with you! And don’t you dare call me honey ever again!” You spat. Your temper was pissing him off. No one ever talked to him like this. 

“You better watch it,” he says low.

You don’t listen and laugh at his request.

“I don’t have to listen to you. Not after what you put me through,” you growl. His patience snaps and he gets up quickly standing right in front of you.

“Yes you do,” he growls through his teeth, “I am stronger than you know and I won’t have you speaking to me like that, understood?” He snaps. You look down at your feet, afraid to look at him in his intimidating eyes. 

He places both of his hands on your face and tilts your face up.

“Look at me,” he says gruffly.

Your eyes were terrified by his tone and being this close to him. He looks into your eyes and almost instantly gets lost in them. He was captivated by them and he felt like he could stay like this for hours just taking you all in. He watches as your eyes soften the longer you look at him. Your breath catches in your throat as you stare at him and melt into his soft eyes. It might have just been because of his alluring presence but he could have sworn you weren’t scared of him in that moment.

“I’m sorry,” you whimper, your breathing slightly hitching. “Your hands are so cold,” you say as you place your hands over his. The burning warmth of your skin made him feel alive. He loved how your hands felt on him… he never wanted to take them off.

“I know, I’m sorry,” he mutters, stepping back from you and taking his hands off of your face regretfully. “It’s just a part of being a soulless creature.” He sits back down in his seat and lets out a heavy sigh. He hated reminding himself what he was, he tried to think of himself as just a man but that wasn’t completely true anymore. 

His eyes flash back up at you and watch how you are so easily distracted by his presence. Your eyes linger over his exposed chest and the gold chains that hang from his neck. How his long legs were spread apart as he sat there with his hand resting on his lap. He smirks to himself, he liked how you were looking at him like this. Something about having all your undivided attention like this aroused him.

“What are you staring at?” He asks, snapping you out of your lustful gaze.

“Just how human you look… how inviting you look. It’s the strangest feeling. Everything about you makes me want to get close despite knowing what you did to me,” you murmur.

“That’s part of the curse. Any vampire will have the same qualities to lure someone close to them and feed..” He says gently. You swallow harshly at that sentiment.

“Quite the curse…” you say nervously. 

“This wasn’t supposed to happen. This has never happened before and I don’t know what to do.” Elvis admits.

“You feed off of people like this regularly?” You ask timidly.

“Yes, that’s the only way I survive. I would possibly die if I didn’t drink blood,” he explains.

“Aren’t you already… dead though…from the bite?”

He chuckles amused by your observations.

“Is that what you were taught about vampires? I guess in a way you’re right… but my heart still works somewhat well depending on how I feed. I can’t eat real food anymore or drink other liquids. I’m pretty limited in what I can do,” he jokes.

“So you’re just frozen in time like this? Your entire body is unable to function for anything else but to drink blood from innocent humans? What a shitty way to exist,” You say disgusted.

He scoffs at your question, “It’s not that bad. The rest of my body works just fine, I assure you. I can still do any human activity I want and never get tired,” he says smugly. He watches your cheeks burn and quickly dart your eyes away from him after what he’s insinuated.

“Oh,” you muttered, staying silent for a while. “How long have you been like this?” You ask. 

“Fourteen years. It’s been really tough,” he admits. 

“And do you feed off of all of your housekeepers?” You ask nervously. 

He couldn’t help but laugh again, it just sounded funny to say out loud. 

“Well, I’ve had only one housekeeper the entire time I’ve been in Vegas and she trusted me very easily. But she could be compelled which made it easier to feed off of. So I guess yes, I do feed on all my housekeepers,” he jests. 

You didn’t like that admission, it made you more on edge than yesterday. 

“Why me? Why did you have to feed off of me? You could have just left me alone,” you seethe. He looks at you darkly, the thought of feeding off of you again was too much for his mind to handle. He wasn’t even hungry but he wanted to taste you again. He wanted to take his time this time, not rush, and be a bit more gentle. He doubted you would ever willingly let him feed again on you but it would be something he would crave until you do. 

“I was starving. You have no idea what that feels like. There’s this thing inside of me that craves blood and it’s uncontrollable sometimes,” he growls just thinking about it. 

“It was awful. I can’t believe you make people go through with that,” you say disgusted. 

“I get no joy out of your pain, believe me,” he snaps making you jump. “I can always compel them to not feel the pain and forget that it all happened to them. I’m not the monster you think I am and like to watch people in pain as I feed,” he rasped.

You stay silent, nervous about what he might do next. 

“I thought I was too weak to compel you and needed to feed to get you to obey me. Like I said, it’s something that brings me no joy. I was human once, I still have that empathy for you,” he acknowledges. 

A long silence fills the room and you sit down on the sofa. Anxiety fills your veins and tap your knee nervously. 

“I need you to understand the threat this poses. No human should know about our existence,” he explains. You begin to tremble, the worst scenarios beginning to form. 

“What are you going to do with me then?” You ask. 

“I need you to work for me. Only me. Continue to be my housekeeper and everything. I’ll pay you more than you’re making for the hotel. I can’t have you out of my sight,” he tells you.

“No! I won’t do that. What about my life? It’s just gone now all thanks to you?!” You hiss.

“I have no other choice! You could tell the world what I am,” he argues. 

You get up quickly and stand in front of him, rage taking over, “No I won’t work for you! I won’t!” you yell.

He stands up too and looks down at you, “Or I can just turn you, that’s a lovely option don’t you think?” He proposed. You shiver at the thought and shake your head no, looking away from his heated gaze. You tested his patience and he hated it. Probably because he’s used to getting what he wants so easily. Not with you, you just have to make everything so difficult.

“Then don’t test me. You’ll lose every time,” he growls. You nod your head with your head still down.

“Are we clear?” he grunts, lifting your head up with his finger under your chin. Your eyes were glassed over with tears and your heart continued to pound away. He could tell you were fighting him, that his touch was so distracting it barely made you able to breathe.

“I’ll listen,” you whimper.

“Always?” He bellows.

“Yes, always,” you breathe.

He gets lost in your eyes again. It was too easy to do. He wanted to stay like this, keep savoring the moment like this. But he wanted you closer, he still wanted to feel your heartbeat against his. You take short, shallow breaths as you wait for him to tell you what he wants. He takes a step back from you. He can’t touch you any further. He was too afraid if he let himself get comfortable around you, he’d lose control again and feed off of you like yesterday. 

“Your first job starts tonight; coming to my show. It’s opening night,” he tells you.

“Okay… what time do you want me there?” You ask.

“Be there at eight. You’ll be sitting with one of the guys,” he tells you and walks towards his room. “Don’t disturb me when I’m in here.” He instructs. He doesn’t turn around to see if you acknowledged his command because he needs space from you. He was holding on by a thread being that close to you. He needed to rein himself in or else. Your scent clung onto his hands and he swore he could feel your warmth still. He wanted your touch. He wanted those eyes to look into his and hear your heart flutter when you did so. He wanted you close. That wasn’t happening though as long as you were terrified of him though.

*

Elvis always got nervous before shows. He never outgrew that even being immortal. He cared deeply about his fans and wanted to give them the best show possible. Tonight was no different but something felt very different about this performance; you were in the crowd. It was trivial, but he wanted to impress you in some way with his performance. 

Maybe it was some pathetic attempt to show you he’s not a complete monster. That there was more to him than that grotesque monstrosity that bit you yesterday. Maybe he can gain your trust in some way. This is what he really loved to do, he loved to perform. He loved to connect with his fans. He knew he was born to please. This was his way of doing it. Getting on stage every night and giving the audience just what they came for.

The show starts out perfectly with electricity filling the entire showroom. His leg nervously shakes but it makes all the girls go crazy for him to move more. It takes a few songs for him to shake his nerves but he finally lets loose. It’s not something he thinks about when he moves on stage, it just happens when he’s feeling the music. He knew that when he moved his hips, loud screams from every girl in the audience would be heard. He found it amusing in a way. The most subtle things had them going crazy for him. 

In the middle of one of the songs where he goes to the edge of the stage to kiss some fans, he got curious if you were liking all of this. He listened for your heartbeat. It was very easy to pinpoint. It was the most beautiful-sounding one in a room full of thousands of people. He found it and it was music to his ears. It was loud and beating very fast. Your breathing was a bit labored and you couldn’t tear your eyes away from him. Perfect, just what he wanted.

Keep looking at me. I want you to want me.

*

A week went by and you barely spoke to Elvis. You’d show up to every performance, dinner, and midnight shows, but would say nothing to him. You’d quickly lock yourself in your room and not come out til the next day. Tonight there was a large party up in the penthouse once again, hoping you’d enjoy the party with him. He changed out of his jumpsuit into a two-piece suit. He chose a dark green shirt and white slacks to go with it. He goes to sit in his usual chair with his sunglasses on, waiting for you to get up here. There were plenty of girls that wanted his attention but he was more interested in you. He wanted to hear what you thought of the show. 

Feeding wasn’t on his mind tonight at all which surprised him. He had been the last few nights but he was left disappointed. Everything he drank tasted so bland compared to you. He usually fell into a routine that consisted of doing a show, throwing a party, and then feeding on anyone he could. Tonight was different, he was more interested in you. An hour passed you still hadn’t greeted Elvis. He began to get upset and got up to ask one of the guys standing in front of where he was sitting.

“Where is she?” He grumbles.

“I think she’s in the guest room. Someone is standing outside her door,” they tell him.

Elvis marches to the other side of the suite and heads into your room. You were sitting on the window sill, looking out at the dazzling city below, and gasped when you heard him come in. 

“What do you want?” You say nervously.

“I’ve been looking for you. You haven’t come out for any of the parties. I want you out there with me,” he tells you.

“I wanted to be alone, that’s all. And you probably have someone to feed on anyway,” you say coldly.

He takes a few steps further into the room and you squirm uncomfortably. Your comment crawled under his skin and he hated that you were right. He could be doing that right now but he wanted you instead. He wanted you in his lap.

He sits directly across from you on the edge of the bed and inspects what you are wearing. He had a local clothing boutique deliver some outfits for you to wear for every show you attended. He told the manager to send over things that were flashy and unique. They did not disappoint. You decided on a light pink dress that had small sequins all over it. It hugged your body in all the right ways and he caught himself staring at you. The top of your breasts peeked out at the V cut of the dress and made them look full and plump. You looked perfect, he wanted to see what your body looked like without the dress on and touch every inch of you. He wanted that so badly.

He cleared his throat before speaking and refocused.

“How have you been liking the shows this past week?” He asks.

“They’ve been fine,” you say shortly.

Thump thump thump…

Your heart raced when you spoke. He knew you were lying, it was the easiest way to tell if a human was lying to him. He hums to himself, slightly amused you would lie so convincingly.

“Just fine? You’ve seen better?” He says pompously.

“I guess so,” you say defiantly.

Thump thump thump thump…

He pauses to analyze you and sees right through your lie. Your cheeks were beginning to flush scarlet and you were holding your breath after each sentence you made. You could barely sit still because of nerves and enticement.

“Honey, it’s so easy to tell when someone’s lying to me,” he reprimands.

You stare at him wide-eyed and let out a shaky sigh.

Thumpthump thump thump thumthump….

God he loved how you sounded, he would never get enough. 

“Why are you avoiding me after every single show? I haven’t done anything to upset you this past week,” he says low. His voice sends a shiver through you. Your eyes drink him in and you frustratedly sigh at the sight of him. Your eyes do a lot of the talking as they move slowly down his body and linger on certain areas of him. 

“Do you hear yourself? I’m avoiding you because I don’t want to be fed off of!”

“I haven’t even done as much as look at you in a week! The least you can do is acknowledge me,” he snaps. 

“I don’t have to. I’m going to your shows, cleaning up your mess after every party you throw and that’s all you required me to do. I’m not doing anything else.”

He gets up off the bed and looks at you a bit pathetically. 

“You can continue to lie to yourself but I know the truth. I know how your heart races at the sight of me on stage. I can hear it even in a room as big as that one. Especially when I move…” he taunts. 

You take a sharp breath in and your heart flutters. 

“Fuck you, I-I-I want you out of here!” you stammer. 

“Why honey? So you can think about me by yourself? Is that why you go straight to your room after the shows?” He taunts.

You get up and push at his chest, anger fueling you.

“You’re terrible you know that?! You have some ego thinking that I want to fantasize about you in my free time you piece of-,” you begin to yell and continue to push at his chest to get him out of the room but he cuts you off. He grabs ahold of your wrists and stops you from banging at his chest. You grunt frustratedly and look up at him with bated breath. He watches how you are fighting to get away from him but you love it too much. You liked his hands on you almost just as much as he does. 

Your eyes trail down his face, to his nose, to his lips, and linger there. You can’t catch your breath being this close to him and makes it extremely difficult to focus. 

“I know you’ll tell me the truth… I just have to be patient…” he grumbles.

Your hands ended up clawing at his shirt and balling it up in your fists, trying to fight your need for him. You struggle for words and your chest rises and falls faster, touching his while he stands there. You take a step forward your bodies are flush together. He holds his breath when he feels how close you are. You felt like you were on fire, burning with lust for him. It made him want to satisfy that need inside you until you had enough. That idea was too damn much for him. He had to stop himself from thinking about you this way or he’d soon be hard pushed up against you. 

Oh God that thought pushed him over the edge…

He backs up from you quickly and lets out a frustrated grunt. You look at him a bit embarrassed you let yourself feel this way in front of him but you can’t help it. He quickly turns away from you and leaves the room without saying anything else. He makes his way through the sea of people and goes to the other side of the suite where his bedroom is. He slammed his door and sighed defeated. 

You were making him crazy. If he wasn’t wanting to feed off of you, he was dying to have you touch him. Now you’ve made it worse. Now he wants to touch you and please you beyond your wildest dreams. He feels his cock get harder against his thigh and he grunts over his wicked thoughts. You just had to be this difficult. Constantly testing him.

He flops down on his back in the middle of the bed and stares up at the ceiling. He doesn’t know what to do with you. It was still too dangerous to have you here 24/7. He had to weigh the risk of just letting you out into the normal world and pray that you won’t tell anyone his secret. This all would have been so much easier if he had some damn control and didn’t bite you. He wouldn’t have to deal with any of this if he just left you alone while you cleaned. He should have locked himself in here and not even seen your face.

Hours pass by and he’s still lying on the bed, contemplating his whole existence. He kept coming to the conclusion that he wished he had never been bitten in the first place. It would have saved him so much strife and anguish.

Never become a vampire; yeah that’s too late.

Never see your face or touch your perfect skin; god that sounds like a living Hell.

These would have been the best options to make his life so much easier and help him not want to feed or fuck you senseless right now. His cock got hard by such idea and wanted you so terribly. He slides his hand down his body to feel his length get harder and grunts frustrated. Every time he closed his eyes he saw your pleading face, begging him to make you feel good.

His aimless thoughts stop suddenly when his ears pick up on your nervous heartbeat. He sits up in bed and sees you in the doorway of the room. You were wrapped in a thick robe with your arms crossed against your chest, intimidated by his intense gaze.

“Can I help you with something?” He asks you shortly.

You stay frozen and nervously bite the inside of your cheek. Your eyes were soft and innocent, not like before when you were mad at him. You take a few more steps into the room before speaking.

“I- umm, I want to tell you what I thought of your shows,” you say nervously.

He places his hand on the side of him, inviting you to sit on the bed with him. You tread lightly, still on edge being around him. You sit close enough to him, taking a moment to gather yourself before looking back up at him. He looks at you with eagerness, loving that you want to talk to him.

“Okay, tell me what you really thought of the shows.” He commands. 

You let out a nervous sigh, “You’re incredible up there. I’ve never seen anyone do what you do,” you admit to him. He appreciates the kind words. He’s been doing this for a while now, he was afraid people would get bored of him.

“Thank you, honey,” he says softly.

You shake your head at him, not keeping eye contact anymore, “But every time I see you perform, I need to hide from you because… you make me feel a certain way. You awaken this need inside of me. It’s just cruel how you make me feel. How you make everyone feel. You’re the most dangerous man on the planet but I still want you,” you admit.

He sits there a bit shocked by your confession. Just hearing it from your lips throws him. It was everything he knew and wanted to hear. 

“It can’t be helped honey, that’s what makes me a vampire,” he coos. 

“I hate myself for wanting you so much,” you whimper.

He gently lifts your face up to look back up at him. Your skin was ablaze and melted into his hand so easily.

“You don’t need to hate yourself for this. I can give you what you’ve been aching for,” he coos, resting his other hand on the inside of your thigh. You look up into his eyes and spread your legs apart slightly. 

“Please,” you whimper. 

“Tell me what you want honey,” He urges, his fingertips dancing along your soft skin in circles. 

“I want you. Please touch me,” you plead. 

He nods his head at you and places a gentle kiss on your lips. They were so soft and sweet. You’re left breathless when he kisses you. He gives you more kisses, loving your reaction to every single one. His fingers continued to tease your skin. He would squeeze at your legs making you gasp into his mouth. 

Your hands were placed on either side of you, bunching up the comforter as he kissed you. He wanted to feel your skin on his. 

“You can touch me,” he says softly, breaking away from you momentarily. You didn’t know how to honestly. It was still very apparent to you he was a vampire and he had all the power. 

“How?” You breathe. 

He takes your hand and puts it on his face, savoring your touch. He hums softly and closes his eyes when he feels you. He then drags it down to his chest and you can feel the soft hairs on him.

“Like this,” he coos. 

You look at him with need and love the way he feels.  You nod your head at him and lean in for a kiss. You move a bit closer to him and look at him apprehensively. 

Your fingers gently work the buttons of his shirt and pull it off his frame. You continued to touch his chest, kissing his cheek down to his neck. That drove him crazy. The feeling of your lips on him made him want to pin you to the bed. You continue to touch him and paused when you reached the waistband of his pants. You take a sharp breath and look at him helplessly. He was fully hard and you were able to see the whole outline of him pressed against his slacks. 

“Keep touching me” he whispers, trying not to show how much that thought makes him weak. You stay still and take a deep breath. 

Your fingers gently rub along his length and he can’t help but let out a satisfied moan. It felt so good to be touched by you. Your heart hammers away and makes it difficult for Elvis. 

He quickly gets up and stands in front of you. He needed to touch you too. He pulls at the robe ties and lets the soft material open to show more of your skin. Nerves were running through him as your naked body was right in front of him. He pulls the robe open and pulls it off your shoulders. You were more beautiful than he imagined. Your skin looked so soft and smooth. Your breasts are perfect and supple with your nipples hardened. 

He wanted to ravage you, your body was aching for him too. But he’d wait to do that, he wanted to take his time with you. He wanted to make you feel good and make the most delicious moans he knew you made when you were being fucked. He took off his pants and watched your cheeks turn red at the sight of him. He got closer to you and spread your legs further apart so he could stand between them. 

Your breathing became labored and trembled in anticipation. His fingers slowly trail up to your core and discovers how wet you are. Your eyes roll back as you feel him spread your arousal through your folds. He finds your aching little bud and rubs it slowly, watching your face drown in pleasure. 

“Is this what you needed?” He groans, placing a kiss on your cheek. You moan in agreement, “yes, feels so good,” you say breathlessly. 

He kept teasing your bud which only makes more of a mess in between your legs. He was eager to know how good you felt when he was inside of you. He started with his fingers and slid them down until they reached your core. He felt how you were throbbing with need and was sure to look at you when he gently pushed his first finger inside of you. Your mouth falls slack and look at him in shock. Your walls hugged him tightly and shuddered when he moved it in and out of you. 

Elvis can’t help but moan when he explores more of you. You were begging him for more with each motion of his finger but he wouldn’t listen. He was trying to take it slow and get you to adjust to something inside of you. He pushes another finger inside of you and you groan loudly. 

“Oh God,” you whine, bucking your hips into his hand. Those sounds you were making made his cock throb and he groans because of it. 

His fingers push deeper inside of you finding a sensitive spot that has you yelping for release. He scissors you open, pushing and stretching your core open for him. He craves to know what it feels like when he sinks his cock into you next. He starts to pull his fingers out of you and you look at him in agony. You didn’t want him to stop but he wanted you now. 

He rubs his wet fingers on the tip of his cock and spreads it down his length, pumping it slowly in his hand. You let out a frustrated whine, the sight was too much for you. He liked that this was your reaction to him touching himself. 

He looks at you devilishly, “Are you still going to listen to me or are you going to be troublesome?” He asks. 

You nod your head at him, desperate for his touch. 

“I’m still going to listen,” you affirm. 

“Good, lie down now, spread your legs for me,” he instructs. You do as you’re told and lay on your back, looking up at him expectantly. 

He can’t get over the sight of you as he rubs the tip of him against your core. You squirm a bit, too sensitive from all his teasing. He grabs one of your legs and holds you firmly before slowly sinking his tip inside of you. The way you felt was better than he could have imagined. You were dripping wet and snug around him as his cock sunk into you slowly.  

He couldn’t take his eyes off of you. You looked beautiful like this getting pleasured. He makes sure to move slowly, you weren’t used to taking him and need to give you time to adjust around him before pushing more of his cock inside you. 

He wanted to stay buried inside of you. It's like he was meant to be there, connected to you.

And all his. 

That notion nearly drove him to become unglued. He couldn’t help this dominant, powerful, and borderline possessive nature to him. He blamed it on being a vampire. This damned, animalistic side of him wanted to stake his claim on people that got close to him. But with you, it was the most tenacious thing he’s ever experienced. He couldn’t hold back the need to make you his. 

Fucking mine, he thinks over and over as he starts to thrust deeper and faster into you. 

“God baby, your pussy feels so good,” he growls snapping his hips into you.

You moan loudly as you feel him suddenly change his pace after saying that. You tightly grip onto the comforter underneath you and cry out his name loudly. A bolt of pleasure zaps through his body when he hears you moan his name like that. No one has sounded so good saying it. He moved his hips the exact same way to get you to do it again. You groan instead and he was desperate for you to say his name again. 

“Say my name again baby, just like you did before,” he grunts, swiveling his hips into you.

You moan loudly and gasp for breath.

“Oh Elvis,” you cry.

Oh, he loved how you sounded. He never wanted to stop fucking you if that meant he could hear you say his name more. 

He hadn’t felt this good in ages. It was all so new for him. It was a very similar feeling when he first fed off of you. He felt satisfied and euphoric just like now. His senses were on overdrive this whole time. The sight of you taking his cock so well and your heart pounding away in your chest was the most delicious sight and sound he’s ever heard.

His hands consume your breasts, squeezing them softly and moaning. He loved discovering what you liked and what would get the biggest reaction out of you. He squeezes your nipples between his fingers and has you begging for him.

“Oh don’t stop, don’t stop, please. I-I-I’m going to-,” you groan and can’t finish your sentence.

The way you begged for him put him past his breaking point. The neediness in your voice drives him to the brink of cumming inside of you. He needed you to feel good and finish first though. His hand slithers down to find your clit and rubs it in circles. Your back arches off the bed and you curse loudly. Your walls flutter around him, not able to hold on much longer. You writhe and groan under him, all of this too much for you to handle.

He was also overwhelmed, he was doing everything in his power to focus only on your pleasure but that familiar need to feed arose. He silently curses at himself for wanting such a thing now. It was just so tempting with your heart racing and your sweet scent filling his head. He snaps his hips into you firmly and groans frustratedly.

“Cum for me, now,” he growls. Your eyes pop open to look at him and that dark hungry look fills his eyes. It was a chilling thing to look at and made every hair on your body stand up. But you liked the thrill of it all. No matter what you convinced yourself of, you liked how dark and powerful he was. You muffle your groan, covering your mouth with your hand and your orgasm washes over you. He feels your walls squeeze around him and makes his mouth fall open. You moan loudly, pleasure rocketing from your head down to your toes. He liked how you didn’t hold back, you were so in need of this, there was no hesitation from you. 

“Fuck baby,” he groans.

He can’t hold on and the faster he pounds his hips into you, the more he wants to cum. He suddenly feels your fingers scratch down his forearm and hold onto him like your life depended on it. Your face was pleading for more from him and made him lose it.

He sees fireworks explode in his mind and white-hot pleasure sears in his body while he moans your name. His cock pulses inside of you as thick, hot bursts of his cum fills you.

All mine, I want you to be mine, his mind screamed. 

He tried to block out such dirty thoughts but continued to fuck you like it was his only job. You gasp at the sensations he’s giving you, not expecting this to feel so intense. He closed his eyes as his orgasm surged like a freight train. He kept his cock buried deep inside of you, not wanting an inch of him to be untouched by you. 

He slows his movements down, letting his intense orgasm simmer down slowly. He rolls his hips lazily into you, making you both cry out. You both were extremely sensitive now, every movement was enough to make him cry to the heavens. He leans down and ravages your neck with kisses, both of your bodies flush against each other.

Fuck this was perfect.

You willingly turn your head to the side to give him more access to the most sensitive part of it where you like to be kissed. He revels in your scent and how he can almost taste you. He snaps his hips into you firmly and makes you squeeze around him. He doesn’t stop, just like you told him.

He nips softly at the thin flesh there, bringing blood to the surface. Your scent overwhelms him and he groans loudly. He nips a few more times, wanting to feel the warmth of your blood. He licks and nips continuously at the same spot. 

Just a little, I just want to taste a little. One more soft nip on her neck and you can taste her sweetness again…

He fights to gain control again and squeezes his eyes shut. His chest heaves and he can feel his eyes start to shit. Panic sets in, he can’t do this, no he can’t lose control again. You begin to gasp for breath as you realize what he’s doing. He keeps his head hidden in the crook of your neck and slowly pulls his cock out of you. You moan at the loss of him and your hands pull at his hair with frustration. You hold onto his back and keep him close. It felt good to have your hands still on him. You both lay like this for a while, trying to calm each other down.

Elvis finally gets himself under control and raises his head to look at you. Your cheeks were flushed and some of your hairs stuck to your forehead. 

“Are you okay?” He asks.

“Yes, I’m more than okay,” you say a bit breathless.

“Good,” he groans

“Are you okay?” You ask gently.

“Oh, I couldn’t be better. I enjoyed every second of that,” he quips.

You bite your lip and nod your head at him. He gets up off of you and has to create some distance. All of that was too much in the best of ways. He looks down at your trembling body and hums contently at what he sees. The one thing that catches his eye the most is the dark bruise forming on your neck. It was perfect for him to sink his teeth into. He was dying to taste you again.

Mine, all mine, he thinks.

It was going to be everything he thinks about from now on.

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Snitches Get Stitches: Chapter 11

Pairing: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x Reader

Part of the San Diego Dogfighters universe

Summary: Jake Seresin, golden boy of the NHL and Captain of the Dallas Stars makes headlines when he unexpectedly signs with newly-formed San Diego Dogfighters. When your future seems at the verge of crashing down, you receive the opportunity of a lifetime to become the team physician for the Dogfighters. You never expected to be working directly with your favorite hockey player. Jake has a secret and you have a job to do. Will he be able to trust you enough to help and will you be able to trust him with your heart?

Series CW: 18+ ONLY, swearing, violence, sports violence, medical stuff, blood probably, angst, fluff, smut, forbidden romance, sexual harassment, suggestive language, medical inaccuracies, hockey inaccuracies etc. No use of Y/N.

Word Count: 5.1k

A/N: This is a repost of my completed series, Snitches Get Stitches. It was originally posted in October-November 2023, and was lost when my blog was deleted.

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Salt sticks to your skin as you and Jake race across the sand. Pudding bounds along behind you and you chance a glance over your shoulder to see Jake gaining on you. You huff and push yourself faster, carefully dashing up the back porch and your hand is just about to curl around the door handle as Jake’s arms snake around your waist, yanking you back against him as you screech with laughter. “Caught you, Bunny.” He rasps into your ear, his lips brushing the skin there and making you shiver. He scoops you up and you squeal as your body shifts, your hands scrambling for purchase before coming to loop around his neck your bare shoulder brushing against the golden hairs of his chest between the open ends of his white button-down. He has one hand tightly around your middle and the other squeezes your ass teasingly before reaching to grab the door handle, carrying you across the threshold as Pudding follows behind, dancing at Jake’s ankles before making a beeline for her water bowl.

“Jake, we’re getting sand EVERYWHERE!” You chide, trying to listen to the voice of reason that’s fighting against every other part of you that wants to shove that damned shirt off his shoulders once and for all.

“Fuck it, that’s a tomorrow problem. I only have one problem I want to solve tonight.” Jake buries his face in your neck, peppering the salt-kissed skin with sloppy, open-mouthed kisses.

“Oh, I’m a problem now, am I?” You gasp between scratches of his beard against your delicate skin. He raises his head to look at you before capturing your mouth with his and you hum at the feeling of his cheek against yours, tightening your arms to hold him closer.

“Bunny, you are my biggest problem.” He kisses one cheek. “And my biggest solution.” You shriek as his free hand comes up to tickle your side and you squirm in his grasp until he finally lets you down and you dash towards his bathroom. You glance behind you to see where he’s stalking after him, a playfully wolfish look in his eyes. “Bunny, Bunny, what AM I going to do with you?” He drawls in that accent that sends delicious shivers down your spine.

“Well,” you draw out the word as you lean back against the closed door of his bedroom and he boxes you in, placing a hand on either side of your head. “First, you’re going to let me shower because I refuse to get sand in the bed.” You press a kiss to his nose. “Then, you’re going to make good on that promise of treating me like a goddess.” He chuckles as you press a fleeting kiss to his lips as your hands grip the door handle, twisting and watching him stumble as you push the door open and dash for his bathroom, slamming the door and twisting the lock before he can catch up to you.

You hear him trip over his own feet before he knocks on the door. “Bunny!” You giggle, taking the opportunity to strip out of the delicate little sundress you’d worn for your picnic dinner on the beach behind Jake’s house. It’s damp in places where the waves had sent sea spray up to kiss you. You shimmy out of your underclothes next, crossing the bathroom to turn on the shower. You hear Jake groan through the door at the sound of the water. You go back to the door, leaning your forehead against the wood, imagining he’s doing the same on the other side.

“Go shower, baby, I’ll see you soon.” He groans again before reminding you that he loves you and you hear his footsteps receding and the bedroom door close.

***

After making sure you’ve scrubbed every last persistent grain of sand that’d managed to take up residence in every nook and cranny of your body, you climb out of the shower, drying yourself off before you dip into the linen closet to retrieve the clothing you’d stashed in there this morning while Jake was making breakfast. First, you pull out the matching olive-colored lingerie set, examining yourself in the mirror as you bite your lips to hide the grin you’re wearing at the thought of Jake’s reaction. The lace leaves very little to the imagination and you giggle to yourself as you grab the last item of clothing, smiling to yourself as you run your fingers over Jake’s name on the back of the jersey as you pull it over your head. The jersey swallows you whole, the sleeves falling past the tips of your fingers and the hem brushes your thighs. It’s a far cry from the form-fitting set underneath, making you look a lot more cozy than sexy, but you know Jake’s going to love it. You swallow hard, steeling yourself as you reach for the door to the bedroom, adjusting your hair, nervously, as you swing the door open. Jake’s already sprawled across the bed, busy with something on his phone. He’s bare except for a pair of fitted black boxer briefs and you feel your breath catch at the sight of him. He looks up at the sound and you watch the look of awe cross his face.

“Bunny… Is that?” You grin at him shyly and nod, before spinning around to show him the back and gazing at him over your shoulder, biting your lip. “Fuck,” he groans and you watch his head tip back, squeezing his eyes shut before opening them to look back at you, eyes half-lidded. “Baby, you’re killing me.” You smirk before turning and heading towards the bed, climbing onto it, and approaching him, sitting back on your heels before him while he stares at you like he’s not sure you’re real. He reaches out to cup your cheek and you turn to press a kiss to his palm. “What did I do to deserve something as perfect as you?” He whispers reverently and your heart aches at the storm of emotions in his eyes as you reach up to cup his cheeks.

“You didn’t have to do anything, you always did.” You whisper back, pulling him close and this time when he kisses you it’s different. It’s hungry, your mouth parting instantly, his tongue sweeping in like a summer storm, twining with yours desperately, his hands shifting to your hips and he pulls you into his lap. You gasp as you feel the bulge of his growing erection press against your barely-clothed core and you rock against him instinctually, forcing a groan from him.

You whimper in response as his hands find the hem of the jersey, thumbs brushing the bare skin of your thighs silently asking for permission and you nod, not breaking the kiss as Jake’s hands grip the hem and pull it up your body slowly. Finally, you’re forced to part as he pulls the heap of fabric over your head and his breath catches yet again at the sight of the green lace against your skin.

“You see something you like, baby?” You tease and Jake growls, and suddenly you’re under him, gasping as he brings his good knee between your legs. You squirm, grinding down against it as Jake presses open-mouthed kisses to every available inch of bare skin along your jaw and neck. You gasp from the overwhelming sense of pleasure and then you feel Jake’s hands come up to cup your breasts over your bra and you arch into his touch, moans falling from your lips with abandon as his fingers stroke over the curves of your skin. “Jake, please,”

“Please what, Bunny?” You can feel his smirk against your neck and you whine.

“Need you, Jake, please, I need you.” You free one of your hands from where they’re clenching the sheets underneath you to tangle in his hair, pulling his head up to yours, pressing a sloppy kiss to his lips, desperacy in every action.

“I’m right here pretty girl, you’ve got me.” He shifts his knee up just as you grind down again and you gasp, crying out in pleasure at the sinful pressure to your core. Jake presses a soft kiss to your cheek before his hands drift to your back and you arch it for him as he shifts to undo the clasp of your bra, freeing your breasts from the green lace. He helps you slide the fabric off your chest before latching his mouth on one of your nipples and you keen as he attends to the soft bud, nipping and teasing it with his tongue into a stiff peak while you squirm beneath him, tending to the other with his hand, pinching and rolling it before switching breasts. “So fucking beautiful, Bunny,” Jake growls, and you whimper, “made just for me.” Your lust-filled eyes meet his and the beautiful sea green has been swallowed by a black so deep that you shiver beneath him. You keep rolling your hips down against his knee as he absently shifts it against your clothed core. Jake lavishes your chest with his attention, whimpers and gasps escaping your mouth as you feel the rubber band of pleasure in your core begin to tighten.

“Jake, Jake please I need more, need you, please Jake!” Your fingers tighten in his hair, pulling him from your breasts to face the look of pure want and desperation on your face as you hump his knee shamelessly.

“You gonna come all over my knee, baby?” He asks, reaching up to stroke your cheek gently as you shake your head.

“Can’t. Jake, I need you!” His eyes soften and he squeezes your cheek.

“Alright, alright, I’ve got you, Bunny.” He shifts his knee away from your core and you whine at the loss until you watch him slide down your body until he’s face-to-face with the damp spot that graces the barely-there crotch of your panties. He leans forward and presses a soft kiss to the wet spot and you cry out for him. Then he hooks his finger in the waistband of your panties and eases them down your legs. You moan when he brings them to his lips, licking your arousal off the crotch and groaning at the taste. “I always knew you’d taste sweet, Bunny but you’re better than I could have imagined. You squirm, going to close your legs in embarrassment but Jake stops you with firm hands on the inside of your thighs, spreading them and holding you open for him as he gazes at your bare core. “So fucking wet, baby, is this all for me?” You nod, turning your head to bury it in the sheets that are saturated with his scent, your cheeks warm with nerves and excitement as you search for the comfort that fills your nostrils as Jake nips at the inside of your thigh and you yelp in surprise. “Need to hear you, Bunny.” You turn back to meet his dark eyes as you choke out the words.

“Yes, Jake, all for you!” He smiles, pleased with your answer, and then his broad tongue swipes across you, from bottom to top, ending on your clit, and your back arches away from the bed as you cry out in overwhelming pleasure. He dives in, then, his tongue drawing pleasure from your core that you didn’t even think was possible as he alternates between flicking, nipping, and sucking at your swollen bud as you wither beneath his touch. Then you feel him shift and then there’s a finger prodding at your entrance. You gasp as Jake eases a finger into your sopping core, your walls clenching around the digit and Jake groans against your clit, the vibration making you breathless.

“So fucking tight, Bunny.” He growls as he begins to pump the digit in and out of you, curling it, searching for that special spot.

“I-It’s been a while,” you admit as you adjust to the intrusion. Jake looks up at you then, eyes full of concern despite the lust that clouds them.

“How long, baby?”

“N-Not since college.” You look away as your cheeks warm in embarrassment. “There wasn’t really time to date, let alone fuck.”

“Hey,” Jake’s voice calls your eyes back to his and they're full of nothing but love as he gazes at you. “That’s okay, you know that right? We can take this as fast or as slow as you want. If you’re ever uncomfortable, just let me know, okay?” His thumb traces shapes on the sensitive skin of your inner thigh and he leans in to press a light kiss to the area, not breaking eye contact with you as he does so, waiting for your confirmation. You nod and he gives you a look that says he needs to hear you say it so you do.

“I love you, Jake, and I trust you. More than I’ve trusted anyone before.” You reassure him and he has a wistful look on his face as he repeats the words between kisses that trail back to your core. With that, he resumes the movement of his fingers and lips and you descend back into a pool of pure pleasure as your hands find themselves tangled in his sweaty blonde locks, urging him closer. You gasp as Jake’s seeking finger finds its quarry and sparks explode behind your lowered eyelids. “Jake, there, right there!” He chuckles against your core and his finger finds the spot over and over with such precision that you feel the coil in your stomach tightening again. The combination of his tongue and his fingers, once he adds another, is overwhelming and you’re squirming all over the bed, held in place by Jake’s arm banding across your middle. Your legs are wrapped around his head, urging him closer, and finally, as Jake’s teeth scrape over your sensitive clit, your climax washes over you as you scream for him. He works through your peak as you sob in pleasure until you’re squirming away from him, overstimulated. His face is drenched in your release as he gazes up at you, his fingers lazily stretching you out as you recover from your orgasm.

“You okay, sweet girl?” You nod, basking in the post-orgasmic glow as he looks like you like he’s just cum himself. One glance at the painfully stretched material of his boxers tells you otherwise and you’re reaching for him before he shakes his head, sitting up and crawling over to his bedside table. You whine in complaint as he fishes out a condom, and when he’s back by your side, leaning over your prone form, you slide your fingers under the waistband of his boxers, pulling them down and he kicks them off somewhere you can’t see. Not that you’re looking, because your eyes are locked on his cock where it’s standing at attention against his stomach. It’s beautiful and you reach a shy hand out to wrap around the velvet skin and Jake lets out a groan of pleasure. You give it an experimental stroke and Jake’s hand shoots to your wrist, halting your movements. “Baby, if you keep that up, I’m going to finish before we even get a chance to start.” Your cheeks warm at his brutal honesty but you retract your hand nonetheless as Jake rolls the condom down his impressive length. You swallow nervously. There’s no way he’s going to fit in you, but he doesn’t seem too concerned until he looks up to see the tentative pinch of your brows as you stare at him unabashedly. “Everything okay, Bunny?”

“Jake, there’s no way that’s going to fit inside me.” The words fall out before you can think to stop them and Jake chuckles, leaning his forehead against yours.

“Don’t you worry your pretty little mind about that, Bunny, I’m gonna take care of you. You trust me, right?”

With those words, your anxiety evaporates, because he’s right. You trust him. If he says he’s going to take care of you, you have nothing to fear. “I trust you, Jake. Always.” With that, you feel Jake’s tip brush against you and he reaches down to use your slick to coat his length before returning the tip to your entrance.

“I’ll go slow, Bunny, you tell me when you’re ready for more, okay?” You nod against his forehead that’s pressed against you. He presses forward and you feel the tip slide past your entrance. His cock is so much bigger than his fingers could have prepared you for and your hands fly up to grip his shoulders as you tense up. “Hey Bunny, you need to relax for me baby, just let go, it’ll feel better soon, I promise.” He snakes a hand down to rub circles into your clit and you feel your body relax into his touch. “There we go, such a good girl for me.” He kisses your temple as he pushes deeper into you.

The combination of his sweet words and his fingers eases the rest of the process and soon he’s seated fully inside you and you’re whining for him to move. Jake begins to thrust slowly and you’re clawing at his shoulders at the feeling of his cock dragging against your sensitive walls. You feel so full and the drag of him is downright sinful. You’re crying for him to move faster and he complies, the bedroom filling with a beautiful symphony of your voices and bodies. His pace is simultaneously steady and rough, his hands planted on either side of your head, caging you in as you sing for him. You feel the pressure in your core building up again when Jake’s body stutters and he falters, almost collapsing on top of you and you grasp at his arms, doing your best to steady him as he lets out an uncomfortable grunt. It’s then that you notice that he’s got all his weight on his good leg, doing his best to fuck you without doing any damage to his injured knee and your heart aches for him. His forehead is pressed to your shoulder as he struggles to catch his breath. You sink your hands into his sandy hair, stroking it gently. “Jake, Jake are you okay?” He grunts and you gently push at his chest. He looks up at you as you take the opportunity to flip the two of you over, arranging Jake on his back so his legs can get some respite before you crawl into his lap, leaning down to capture his lips with yours. You can feel the gratitude he’s conveying with his lips and reach down to guide his length between your legs and when you straighten, you feel the tip slip back into you. Jake hisses beneath you and you caress his cheek. “Let me take care of you now, baby.” He looks at you like you hang the moon and the stars as you sink down onto his length, moaning sinfully at the new angle. It feels like he’s splitting you apart and it takes you a few moments to adjust to the feeling of him filling you. Then you give an experimental roll of your hips and Jake is gasping in pleasure beneath you. You shift to raise your hips, feeling him slide out of you before you drop back down, slowly building a rhythm as you ride him slowly. The angle is delicious and you adjust yourself, struggling to get Jake’s cock to hit where you need him. Regardless, your clit brushes against his hair with each pass of your hips and you’re slowly building back up to your orgasm. You see Jake watching you as you bounce on his cock, his face a picture of pleasure and awe. Your thighs burn from the strain but you push past it, thinking about how he had done the same for the sake of your pleasure. You feel the coil in your belly disappear as your muscles burn from the strain of riding Jake but judging from the look on his face, it’s worth it. That is until your body catches up with you and you lose your balance, tumbling toward Jake’s chest. His firm hands wrap around your waist, steadying you before you faceplant into his tits.

“Easy, Bunny, I’ve got you.” His voice is low and raspy with need but you can hear the concern in it all the same. Even now, so close to his orgasm, he’s checking in on you. “You okay?” You’re shaken up and your thighs still burn. You’re not sure you’ll be able to help Jake finish and you hate the twinge of insecurity that lingers in your heart even as you nod. You lean forward to press your hands against his chest for balance, the angle changing and Jake ruts up against you, involuntarily and you gasp at the feeling. You watch through half-lidded eyes as he keeps his firm hands on your hips before planting the foot of his good leg on the bed, as he fucks up into you. Even though you keep your exhaustion from him, he knows. His hands guide your hips up and down his cock, taking the lead, one thumb reaching to rub at your clit, wanting to ensure that you’re feeling good too. Finally one of his thrusts finds the spot you’d been searching for and you cry out in pleasure, alerting him to his discovery. He shifts his hands slightly, holding your hips in place as he doubles down on that spot, chasing your pleasure and his orgasm in tandem. You’re gasping and shaking above him, your breasts bouncing with every thrust and then you feel Jake twitch inside you and he throws his head back against the bed, his thrusts turning sloppy as he finds his end. His fingers dutifully rub tight circles into your nub even as he rides out the wave of his own pleasure and then you’re following him over the peak, your body going boneless and he eases you down to collapse against his chest. The two of you bask in the afterglow, your sweaty skin presses against each other as your chests heave and you catch your breath. “I love you so much, sweet girl,” Jake murmurs into your hair and you gaze up at him with a sated smile.

“I love you more.”

***

Monday morning goes smoothly enough. You get to sleep in a little since you don’t have to worry about driving to Jake’s to pick him up. Javy dropped the now-repaired truck off before he left for Cabo, so everything’s ready to roll. Jake makes pancakes and you can’t help but be reminded of your first day at his house. The two of you make it to the arena without any fuss and you’re in your office attempting to catch up with all the work you’re not behind on while Maverick and Dare meet with Jake to discuss strategies and training he’s been missing. It’s easy enough to pretend that nothing’s changed between you and Jake when you’re separated but you’re worried about what will happen once you’re forced into professional proximity. Now that you’ve had a taste of Jake, you don’t want to let him go, and after two weeks of living with him, you’re used to spending almost all your time with at least some part of him touching you, so you feel the loss physically as you’re alone in your office. You’re not alone for long, though, as a knock sounds at your door and you call out for them to come in. It doesn’t sound like Cyclone’s sharp rapping that makes you jump in your chair but you can’t be sure until Javy enters your office. “Javy, hey, what can I do for you?” He has a guarded look on his face and you can’t help the uneasiness that eats at your stomach. You gesture for him to sit across from you but he stays standing, dark forearms folded across his chest.

“We need to talk, Bugs.” You swallow. You know Javy’s not your biggest fan right now. He’s mad at Jake for not telling him about the two of you. In Jake’s defense, there hadn’t really been a two of you until after Javy found out but things were already tense between the two of them before that. “Of course Javy, what’s on your mind?”

“Look Bugs, I appreciate everything you’ve done for Jake’s injury, I really do, but I have to ask what you think you’re doing with him outside of work.” Your heart stops. He wants to talk about this here? Now? If you go, I go. Jake’s words come back to you and you take a deep breath. Javy’s his best friend, and just like when he approached you on your first day, he just wants what’s best for Jake, and right now you’re the furthest possible thing from that.

“Javy, I know it doesn’t look good, believe me, I know that. I also know it goes against every oath I’ve taken and contract I’ve signed.” Javy nods, his face giving away nothing. “I never intended to fall for Jake.” Your voice trembles slightly with emotion but you can’t let him break your confidence because you’re sure about Jake. If you weren’t, you wouldn’t be doing this. “I know what’s at stake for both of us if the wrong people find out about this and I never want Jake to get hurt. You have to know that. I did everything I could to keep things professional between us, but it happened anyway.” You shake your head. “I love him, Javy. And I’ve never said that about a guy before. It’s not just passing infatuation, it’s not just me throwing myself at him because of what he does for a living, I genuinely really love him.” You put your head in your hands, taking a shaking breath. “I love him so much that it scares the life out of me, Javy, and I don’t know what else to do.” It comes out as a whisper but you hear Javy’s breath catch so you know he hears it.

“Jake said that there’s no way you’d hurt him because you’ve been hurt before.” You stiffen at his words. “He said it wasn’t his place to tell me more than that so I’m asking you, what’s he talking about?” You sigh. It was only a matter of time until more people found out the truth about how you came to be working with the Dogfighters and you’d rather them hear it from you. So you motion to the chair across from you and this time Javy sits, and you tell him your story.

When you finish, the ice in his eyes has thawed and what you see isn’t pity but guilt. “I’m sorry that happened to you, Bugs.” You give him a rueful smile before you shrug.

“It got me here, and I have a chance to actually make a difference here, so it wasn’t all for naught. I wouldn’t have met any of you, including Jake and he could still be suffering.” Your voice breaks at the thought and you swallow, trying to control your emotions. Javy gets up and crosses around to the other side of your desk and you let him hug you.

“I’m sorry I doubted you.” He says, pulling away to lean on the edge of your desk as you nod.

“It’s not your fault Javy, I think we both know that this industry isn’t immune to abuses of power imbalances. But I promise you, I’ll never do anything to intentionally hurt Jake.”

“I know that now. And if Jake trusts you, I think I should too. Hell, even Zam’s on your side and she’s wound so tight I think she’s going to explode one of these days.”

“Well, you don’t exactly make it easy for her.” You arch a knowing eyebrow at him and he groans.

“Okay, don’t YOU start.” You shrug.

“Just a piece of friendly advice, Javy. Your PR rep is the last person you want to piss off. She can very easily let your whole life go to hell even if that’s not her job.”

“I think I can handle her.” He says with a smirk as he pushes off your desk and heads towards the door to your office. You shake your head, smiling at him.

“I don’t think anyone can handle her, Javy. Not really.” He laughs as he waves, leaving you alone with your paperwork once again.

***

Your first week back is a success in staying low-key. Jake spends any free time he has at work making sure to get as much bonding as he can in with the other guys, trying his best to keep up his role as captain even when he can’t be on the ice. He’s making great progress with his leg now that you once again have full access to the physical therapy facilities. You’ve been meeting with Hondo, the Dogfighter’s athletic trainer to start developing a regiment that’ll have Jake back on the ice in time for the first game of the season. Maverick and Dare have agreed to have Jake sit out of the preseason games next week to give him additional time to rest and recover. There are three weeks until the season officially starts and you’re in the home stretch. You’ve unofficially moved in with Jake after you made an attempt to go back to living at your apartment until Jake made a convincing argument that you should just stay with him until he’s completely back up and running. Admittedly, it didn’t take much convincing on his part. You’re happy with him, living in his house, and sleeping in his bed. Everything’s perfect.

That’s probably how you find yourself seated on your desk, the papers you’d been reading splayed out beneath you as Jake’s tongue explores your mouth lazily. He’d come in to drop off the lunch he’d bought for you when he and Javy went out for burgers at the place around the block, but that had been abandoned after Jake pointed out how “DELICIOUS YOU LOOKED IN YOUR SCRUBS.” The fact that you’re at work and that there’s no lock on your door has been temporarily forgotten in your passion. Jake’s fingers have dipped under the hem of your top, stroking the soft skin of your belly as his tongue mirrors the movement in your mouth. And that’s how Cyclone finds you when he walks into your office without knocking for once. Later you’ll wonder if he actually did knock and the two of you were so wrapped up in each other to notice but regardless, the jig is up.

“SERESIN. BUGS. MY OFFICE. NOW.” The two of you jump apart and you’re met with cold, icy green eyes that don’t hold an ounce of empathy or forgiveness in them.

[dean-winchester-is-a-warrior]

Problem Solved

Summary: Problems are stacking up in Y/N's life. Does Beau have the solution?

Pairings: Beau Arlen x Y/N

Warnings/Explicit 18+: None. Just kissing. Fluff. Stressed!Reader. Beau being an angel.

Word Count: 3,594

A/N: So, I wrote this fluffy piece for my friend @deanswaywardgirl who's been having a rough time and just needed some fluffy Beau to get her through. I'm sorry my dear, this ended up quite a bit longer than I'd planned, and I'm sorry it took me more than a day to get it to you, but I hope it helps. And I hope everyone enjoys the fluffiness.

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"Goddamn-son-of-a-bitch-piece-of-shi-"

"You know," Beau's deep drawl interrupted Y/N's strung together, angry cursing, "I don’t understand how someone so sweet and innocent looking, can manage to curse bluer than a sailor."

Y/N stopped trying to juggle her purse, her car keys, multiple grocery bags and an empty coffee cup long enough to turn to Beau and frown at his amusement.

"I've practiced a lot." She said succinctly. 

She waited a moment and then shook her head, eyebrows raised. "Oh don't worry, I'm good. Definitely don't need any help here, Sheriff." She said, dripping sarcasm.

Beau chuckled at her pouty, out-of-sorts face before reaching to grab what looked like the heaviest paper bag. As he took it from her, however, one of the bags she still held split open and sent a third of her groceries rolling across the parking lot. 

A scream of frustration erupted from her throat before the next round of cursing. 

"Piss-poor-goddam–shoddy-piece-" She rambled as she set her third bag on the ground and began chasing down her runaway canned goods as they rolled down the sloping parking lot. Beau set his bag next to hers and helped her wrangle the cans and a bag full of oranges back into their arms. 

"Looks like your day is going great so far, darlin." Beau teased as he piled the cans onto the back seat. 

A chunk of hair had worked its way loose from Y/N’s ponytail and she blew a puff of air upwards trying to get it out of her face, while Beau took the bags she held out to him, and put them in the back seat as well.

"Yeah, it's been a really peachy morning, beginning with my kitchen sink exploding on me when I tried to make coffee, drenching me in the process. I told my landlord and he said he'd 'try to fix it'." Y/N said with finger quotes.

Beau slammed the back door shut and Y/N slumped against the side of the car. He gave her a sympathetic look as he stood in front of her, the thumb of his right hand hooked over the waistband of his jeans and his left hand shoved in his pocket.

Y/N continued recounting her less than stellar morning. “So I’ve had no coffee yet today because I came with my cup,” she said, lifting the reusable, plastic coffee cup she still held, “planning on getting coffee from the diner before I went grocery shopping, but their stupid machine is broken. So now I’m just carrying around this useless cup cause it doesn’t fit in my purse.”

She let out another huff, and opened the driver’s side door to throw her purse and the cup inside, before slamming it shut a bit harder than necessary.

Beau frowned. “Why didn’t you just throw the cup back in your car before you went into the grocery store?”

Y/N looked puzzled for a moment before she frowned. “I don’t know!” She said, throwing her arms up. “Because I’m an idiot and I’m operating without coffee!”

Beau chuckled and wrapped an arm around her shoulder. "Anything perishable in your groceries? Something that won't keep for an hour or so?" 

Y/N shook her head, puzzled. "No, just pantry stuff and fruit."

"Then come with me." He said and pulled her along with him, still tucked into his side. He led them over to his big red truck and helped her climb up into the cab.

"Where are we going?" Y/N asked, slightly exasperated. 

"To the place that serves the best coffee in town." He answered, as he closed the door.

***

Y/N took a long sip of coffee and sighed contentedly. It may not have actually been the best coffee in town, but it was dark, and rich, and creamy and she could practically feel the caffeine flowing through her veins. 

She called back through the door of Beau’s little silver trailer. “Are you sure you don’t want me to help make lunch?” She asked because it was the polite thing to do, and she felt a bit guilty just sitting and relaxing while Beau did all the work. But she was incredibly relieved when he declined.

“No way, sweetheart. First of all, there’s no room for two people in this quote/unquote kitchen. And second, you’ve earned the right to relax. I’ll be done in a minute.”

Y/N sighed again and took another big gulp of coffee. This one burnt the roof of her mouth a bit, but she still didn’t care. After the morning she had, this was paradise. She’d only been to Beau’s one other time, and she just waited in the car while he ran in to grab something. She’d never seen the inside, or got to experience the beautiful view from his front porch.

She looked around now and took it all in. Montana sure was beautiful. It was world’s away from her old life in Manhattan, where you could barely see the sky, never mind mountains and forest. She’d left New York only three months ago, but every day she was here, her old life fell further and further into mere memory. 

She’d spent the last ten years of her life going non-stop. Columbia - four years for her undergrad then another four at medical school. Eight years excelling at something she didn’t want to do. 

So - two years into her residency she’d made the incredibly impulsive decision to leave it all behind. The move shocked and horrified her parents.

It was practically a family tradition to go to Columbia and become a doctor. Her grandfather, her father, her aunt, and a bevy of cousins had all attended Columbia to become doctors and then gone on to make a fortune in ritzy private practices. 

Only one cousin that she knew of had bucked the system a bit, deciding to practice in a free clinic in Queens rather than open another high priced office that catered to the rich people of New York, of which there were many.

That cousin didn’t get invited to many family functions.

But if she was ostracized for serving underprivileged people, she was still worlds above where Y/N found herself now. Living states away in Montana and training in veterinary medicine. 

She’d always been interested in animal care. But when, at fourteen years old, she told her mother and father that she wanted to be a veterinarian,  they had just stared at her like she’d grown a second head. She tried to explain to them how much she loved animals, and the idea of being able to work with them everyday, help them and heal them appealed to her immensely. She tried to explain that she’d still be using her aptitude for science, she’d just be applying it in a field that excited her.

But the answer had been a resounding no, and she’d been pushed further down the road towards Columbia. She’d reluctantly followed that path. She thought her parents probably knew best, and she didn’t bring it up to them again. 

Until three months ago when she’d informed them that she’d left her residency program and enrolled herself for the fall semester at the University of Montana, in the Veterinary Medicine program. 

Her parents had absolutely refused to listen to anything she said on the matter. They kept insisting that she was just feeling burnt out. They suggested that she take a few weeks off, and recuperate. She tried to explain that she wasn’t burnt out, she was fed up; fed up of working almost eighty hours a week doing something she didn’t want to do. 

When reasoning hadn’t worked with Y/N, her parents resorted to threats. They promised her that they were not about to pay for her to go to school in Helena, and that if she threw away all the years they’d put into her education then she needn’t bother coming home for the holidays. Y/N had agreed to those terms, moved out of her tiny studio apartment, loaded up her little Toyota hatchback, and driven for three days, staying in crappy little motels along the way, before she reached Helena. 

She’d used her savings to pay for her first semester of school, and six months worth of rent. She was on month three and she was starting to panic slightly about where money was going to come from. She needed a job, but it had to work around her school schedule, and she had no work history other than a hospital residency program that she’d dropped out of. 

Now she had a sink that didn’t work, and a landlord who didn’t seem to be a handyman. And when she’d started her car that morning, she heard a distinctive squeal that meant she’d probably have to take it in sooner than later. 

She sighed and took another gulp of coffee. At least one thing had improved in her day. As the thought entered her mind, Beau walked out of his trailer with a stack of chicken salad sandwiches and a big bowl of salad. 

Okay, two things had improved in her day. 

“Oh my god, Beau.” She exclaimed. “This is way too much! You didn’t have to go to so much trouble.” 

He scoffed dismissively. “N’ah, wasn’t any trouble. I had the chicken salad made up already, so all I did was throw vegetables in a bowl.”

Y/N shook her head. Beau had been a godsend since she moved to Helena. She met him on only her second day in town. She'd been given a speeding ticket and had gone into the sheriff’s department to pay it. She’d been in a particularly rotten mood that day as well, since she certainly didn’t have almost eighty dollars to throw away on a ticket. For going barely ten miles over the speed limit. 

She must have looked desperate or maybe at the end of her rope, because Beau had come over to the deputy taking her payment, and taken over the transaction. She’d been shocked out of her mood by the ridiculously beautiful man behind the counter. He was long and broad, with dazzling green eyes, and dark blonde hair she immediately wanted to run her fingers through. He spoke, and his deep, Texas honey voice sent a shiver up her spine, making her whole body tingle.

She was so completely and instantly enamored of him that, at first, she missed the fact that he was dismissing her fees. When it finally sank in through her moony brain that he was being kind and helping her out, her heart fluttered even faster. 

He’d smiled his killer smile at her. “It was only ten miles over the limit. And you’re obviously new in town.” He said handing back her New York state license. “Just watch your speed next time.”

Y/N nodded happily. “Yes, sir. I will be very careful in the future.”

“Beau.”

“Sorry?” She asked. 

He smiled again and practically knocked her off her feet. “It’s Beau, not sir.”

They’d become fast friends, even though Y/N’s heart raced like crazy when he was around, and as far as she could tell, he had no feelings for her like that whatsoever. But he was the only person she really knew in town besides her crappy landlord, so she relished her time with him.

He’d helped her adjust to Helena with stories of his own experiences of being new in town. They watched movies together at her place (her one bedroom apartment still being bigger than Beau's trailer) and they grabbed supper three or four evenings a week. Beau always insisted on paying for her because he knew she was a poor, struggling, soon-to-be student. He constantly refused to let her grab the check. So she’d taken to slipping twenty dollar bills into his jacket pocket, but somehow he always found them and slipped them back into hers.

He texted her pretty much every day to check in and see how she was. And even if she’d been having a morning similar to today’s, his name popping up on her phone always made her smile.

She knew that at some point the little (or large) crush she had on him was going to cause trouble because it wasn’t diminishing. Every day she knew him, he carved his way a little deeper into her heart. She couldn’t help it. He was so kind, so warm. He was such an amazing dad, and she envied the relationship he and Emily had, having never had anything like it with her own father. 

He was like sunshine, a burst of serotonin in cowboy packaging. She knew she was in trouble there.

Beau set down the plate of sandwiches on the table between their chairs and then went in to grab bowls and forks for their salad. When they were both served, they sat munching the yummy food without conversation, just laughing and enjoying the antics of a couple of squirrels arguing over winter hiding places. 

The food, the coffee, and most of all, the man beside her, had gone a long way to making up for her rotten morning. 

When they’d finished eating though, Beau reached across the table and gave her hand a squeeze. “Okay, darlin’, lay it on me. It’s not just coffee throwing you off your game this morning. What’s goin’ on?”

Y/N relished the warmth of his big hand covering hers, and her heart raced fast again as he ran his calloused thumb over her knuckles. 

She shrugged in answer. But he pushed on.

“Your sink exploded. And you don’t think your landlord will fix it?”

“Well, he hasn’t fixed my dripping shower, or my broken bedroom window…so I don’t hold out a lot of hope, no.” Y/N said defeatedly. 

Beau nodded. “What else?” 

She stayed quiet at first; she didn’t want to dump all of her problems on him. She didn’t want to be a burden to the only friend she had. But the soft, caring look in his mossy green eyes, told her it was safe to vent. 

Her voice started off quiet, but grew louder as she talked about all that was bothering her. 

“I have no job, my savings are rapidly running out, I start school in a week, and I’m incredibly nervous that I gave up a whole 'life plan' to come do this. What if I suck at it? What if all the animals hate me? What if my parents were right this whole time and I really have just thrown my life away?”

She was quiet for a moment more before ducking her head and finishing in a small voice. “Oh, and my car is squeaking.”

After a minute, Beau let go of her hand to lift her chin with his fingers so she was looking at him again. “Do you want me to try and problem solve, or are you just venting?”

Y/N let out a watery chuckle, tears threatening and making her eyes glassy. “Oh Beau, if you have any solutions, I’m all ears.”

He smiled wide and her belly flip flopped. “K, so I’ll be by tomorrow, it’s my day off. I’ll fix your sink and tub, no problem. I owned a fixer upper in Dallas, learned lots. And I’ll take a look at your bedroom window and see what I can do.”

Y/N was shaking her head. “Beau, that’s…you don’t have to do that. It’s your day off, you must have better things to do.”

But he just shook his head. “Shh, I’m problem solving.”

Y/N laughed lightly.

“Unfortunately, I don’t know crap about cars, but I am friends with Sonny at Lincoln Motors, and he owes me a favor, so he’ll take care of it, and you can just pay for parts.”

Y/N was staring at him, her eyes wide. “Beau.” 

But he just kept going. “You should have told me before that you were looking for work. I thought you weren’t planning on working while you’re going to school, otherwise I would have mentioned it sooner. But we have a part time position available at the station that would be perfect for you. We need weekend care for the four dogs in the canine unit. You’d have to walk 'em, and feed 'em, exercise 'em a bit. Pays pretty decent, but we’re having a hard time filling the position cause it’s only weekends. You’d have to take a course about how to care for 'em, but it’s just one afternoon.” He smiled at her. “I promise to give you a good character reference.”

Y/N just shook her head in amazement. “What…what are you my fairy godfather? You just solved all my problems.” She was stunned. These were issues she’d been worried about and struggling with for quite a while, certainly the issues with her broken apartment and no job. She opened her mouth to him one time, and he just swooped in and saved her.

The thought made her shake her head again, refuting her earlier question. “No, you’re not my fairy godfather.” She beamed at him, but lowered her gaze shyly. “You’re my knight in shining armor.”

Beau got up from his seat and kneeled in front of her, taking hold of her hand again. “No, not a knight, a friend. And Y/N as your friend, I can tell you without hesitation, that you’re gonna do great in school. You’re incredibly smart, and you have a beautiful soul. Animals will love you. You're gonna succeed, I promise you that."

Y/N eyes shone brightly with unshed tears and she impulsively threw her arms around his neck, hugging him tightly. His strong arms wrapped around her and he pulled her close, tight against him. 

She felt the hard wall of his chest pressed warm and solid against her and tried not to moan. She didn't mean to, but without thinking, she buried her fingers in his hair, letting the silky strands slide through her fingers. His beard felt surprisingly soft as their cheeks pressed together. His big hands started caressing her back softly, massaging slightly and Y/N began to notice the way his heart beat fast under his ribs and his breathing  was a bit unsteady. 

Finally, he pulled back from her to catch her eye, and Y/N could see the desire spark in his gaze just seconds before he settled his lips lightly on hers.

The kiss was not demanding. It was soft and curious, tasting. He trailed his mouth over hers, lips gliding smoothly, exerting the slightest pressure. They were hot against hers though, and the silky feel of them made her fingers tighten in his hair. He let out a small hum of satisfaction and then pressed his tongue to her lips.

She sighed her mouth open and was quickly drunk on the taste of him. He was all spice and warmth; he tasted like comfort. Her stomach was full of butterflies that danced low in her belly, and she delighted in the way he moved  his hand to grip the back of her neck and pressed her closer to him, groaning into her mouth and causing her core muscles to clench tightly. 

Beyond her physical response to the way he kissed her though and beyond her pounding excitement for more, her heart was telling her this was where she belonged; in this man’s arms, with no air between them.

When Beau finally pulled back, he rested his forehead on hers, and chuckled softly. “God, I’ve been dreaming of doing that for months - since I first saw you on the other side of that counter." He grinned. "All frazzled and annoyed, cursing under your breath.” 

Y/N’s eyes widened, and she pulled away to look at him. “What do you mean? I’ve been wanting you to kiss me since you smiled at me across that same counter.” She shook her head. “You weren’t interested.”

Beau snorted. “Are you kidding me? You haven’t noticed how I’ve been following you around like a puppy dog? You haven’t seen the way I’ve had to stop myself so many times from pushing you up against something hard and kissing you senseless? I thought you knew and simply weren't interested."

Pleasant images of being manhandled by Beau popped into Y/N's mind and she had to take a moment before she could shake her head at their stupidity, a grin wreathing her face. “And I thought you knew I was drooling over you constantly. I thought I was pretty obvious.”

Beau shook his head, clearly just as amazed. “I had no idea.”

His million dollar smile shone brightly and he sipped at her lips again. He spoke softly against them.

"So, has your day gotten any better?"

Y/N breathed out a laugh and ran her palms over his cheeks, loving the satiny feel of his beard beneath her fingers.

"A little bit." She answered with a teasing smile. "I have just one or two more problems you could help me with though."

"Really? Like what, darlin'?" Beau asked, his voice deep and delicious.

She bit her lip, and let her forefinger slide across his mouth. 

"I'll tell you all about them tomorrow, when you come to my bedroom…to, you know, fix my window."

Beau chuckled a little dirty. "Well, I do love to be helpful."

"Then help a girl out would ya?" Y/N said, pulling his soft yielding lips back to hers with a smile.

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CHAPTER 27 - Specter

“ How long does it take for a security cam’s battery to die? “ Raph whispered to his brother as if the camera itself was trying to listen in on their conversation. 

Maybe it was.

“ Six months give or take. Therefore the camera shouldn’t be our focus right now. “ Don whispered back, motioning his head to the box of tools on the bench. He tried to move his feet, gauging how far he would need to stretch in order to reach the tools. Unfortunately the metallic ring of chains sounded harshly in his ears, as his movements were halted by their iron grip on his ankles. 

Ok.. that won’t work.

As Don ran simulations in his brain like a living calculator, Raph was attempting to escape with his own plan: PULL. REALLY. HARD. Don felt his brother’s shell twist and yank accompanied by the sounds of the chains being pulled taut. Raph let out a frustrated growl as his efforts proved to be in vain; No matter how much he yanked or tensed, the metal cuffs remained cemented to his wrists. 

Ok, cross brute force off the list.

Don tried to search for more options.

 Perhaps there’s a stray nail or screw on the floor. I could try picking my cuffs’ lock..

 He winced his eyes forcing his sight to clear as much as it could, peering down to the cold ground below. He targeted his gaze on anything that reflected light. Normally most screws and nails are made of galvanized steel, which is somewhat of a reflective metal. Therefore the thin rays of light peeking through the windows of their cell would cause those particular metals to faintly glow. Unfortunately, after a minute or so of staring at the pixelated ground, and not seeing any reflections of steel, Don gave up on that plan. 

Raph continued to struggle despite the obvious. His fists clenched tighter and tighter as he continued to pull. His shoulders rose with each tug and yank. His movements began as concentrated and calculated, but now they were unpredictable and panicked.

Don leaned back and rested the back of his head on his brother’s.

“ Ochitsuke, Raph. “ he whispered.

The horrible taunts of the ringing chains finally ceased as Raph nodded and dropped his arms to his sides.

“.. Don, I don’t.. I don’t know what to do.. How the shell are we going to get out of here? “ 

Don hated how his older brother’s voice teetered with insecurity. It didn’t help that he, too, was at a loss for words.. And PLANS apparently.

“ It’s fine.. As long as we are alive our brains can function. And as long as our brains can function, then we’ll think of a solution. “

Please believe me.

Don could feel his brother’s soft nod to his words as Raph let out a stress-filled sigh. 

You’re the smart one. Think, Interi. THINK.

If Don could, he would be slamming his forehead into his palm, trying to force ideas into his less-than-efficient-under-stress brain. When given time to think things through, he would normally have an answer to a difficult problem rather quickly. But when stress and a time crunch are involved, his brain betrays him, leaving him scrambling to remember the simplest of knowledge. It was pathetic.

Don and Raph both yanked their heads up harshly at the sound of a door opening nearby. Thankfully, without Don’s vision being at full capacity, his hearing sensitivity heightened to make up for it. 

Yay. I can at least HEAR the psycho who’s gonna kill me.

Now he could hear the haunting sound of those same heavy-duty boots coming closer and closer.

Don turned his face to Raph and whispered, “ NOT. A. WORD. “

A broad- shouldered man with rounded glasses and a tar-like coat entered quietly into Don and Raph’s cell carrying a briefcase. The light of the hallway behind him created a distorted silhouette bordering his form, making Don wince from the brightness. Both his and his brother’s body straightened like warriors preparing for battle. 

The Man politely closed the door, closely followed by a subtle click of the lock behind him as he walked up to his captives. With the light of the hallway now closed off, shadows consumed the Man’s form as he strolled closer to the brothers. The slim rays weaseling through the windows reflected in his glasses, masking the Man’s eyes in a bright white. He pulled out a small stool hidden behind the bench, and calmly sat down, placing his briefcase at his side.

“ You must have many questions as to why my team apprehended you. After all, normally in this fair city, the street scraps are left to fend for themselves. Picked off.. one by one.. by the many gangs wandering the alleys. “ 

The Man began caressing his briefcase with long, bony fingers.

“.. So, what, you may ask yourselves, makes you.. so .. special? What gives you the opportunity to be in the presence of ones with such intelligence, such as myself? “

Don and Raph gave an unamused glance to each other. Both had a whole lineup of insults to throw at this narcissist, but their mouths remained shut. 

The Man stands up with a thin growing smile and walks over to Don, covering the mutant in his towering shadow. Raph allowed a single low growl to escape his lips instead of the slew of crude nicknames piling up one by one in his head. 

“ Oh come now, I won’t harm you..

.. yet. “

In one terrifyingly quick motion, the Man shot out his hand, gripping Don’s face with his skeleton-like fingers. Raph’s growl grew louder. 

Don watched in silent horror as his face was studied by his captor like an organism under a microscope, lifting his chin painfully to scan over every corner and crevice. The chill of the Man’s fingers sent an involuntary shiver down his spine, like an evil spirit had phased through his body. 

“ With such specimens as yourselves, it would be quite foolish to take you apart in a dusty garage without my.. tools. No, no, the real fun will begin once I take you to my laboratory. “

Don didn’t like the sound of that one bit. And judging by the ferocious crescendoing snarl of his brother, Raph felt the same. 

The Man let go of Don’s face and eerily shifted towards Raph. The red-clad brother replaced his snarls with a glare so concentrated it would make milk curdle.

I wouldn’t do that if I were you.

“ Oooh, “ the Man taunted, pointing at the furious mutant, “ did I make the red one angry? “

Raph targeted all the rage and intimidation he could salvage into his piercing glare. Despite his attempts, the Man continued on as if nothing happened.

“ Well, going by your pitiful attempt at intimidating me, I will assume this must be someone you care about.” The Man gestured to Don, “ Perhaps your brother based on the ridiculous matching masks? ..Am I close? “

Raph and Don kept their mouths in a thin but planted line.

“ Hmm, “ the Man shrugged, “ Alright, not very talkative. Very well. “

The Man proceeded to return to his stool retrieving his briefcase, and placing it on his lap. With a few button clicks, it opened with a slight hiss, releasing a puff of cold air.

Don ran through all possibilities in his brain of items that would need to be kept in air tight containers and under cold temperatures.

..Sedatives..

Judging by the growing smile creeping up the Man’s face, Don knew he was right. 

WE HAVE TO ACT NOW.

Now it was Don’s turn to begin pulling and yanking on his chains. He knew it wouldn’t do anything. He KNEW. But despite the logic trying to take control of his brain, his panicked heart remained in control.

The Man rose up off his stool and began walking towards Don. The purple clad turtle’s vision morphed the Man’s form into that of a faceless specter, slowly wrapping his towering shadow over the mutant’s body. The panicked sounds of pulled chains became louder, melding with the calculated footsteps drawing closer and closer.

WE NEED TO GET OUT OF HERE NOW!!

For the second time today, a gun was held to Don’s head. 

“ This is just something to help you sleep.. Nothing more than a concentrated sedative, so no need to panic. “ The Man’s words whispered compassion, but his voice screeched with threat. 

Don’s heart began to pummel at his chest as the gun-like contraption the Man was holding was pointed at the mutant’s thigh. 

NO! 

With a pull of the trigger, Don felt a horrible sting spread throughout his leg. The needle in the device penetrated his skin almost like his epipen back at home. But unlike his medication, the solution being forced into his body was unknown. That fear alone made the sting hurt so much worse. He hated himself for allowing the man to see him flinch under the discomfort.

As for Raph..

.. The word ‘ hate ’ wouldn’t even begin to explain the fury raging through his brother’s body. Raph was now baring his fangs in all their sharp glory, as the Man pulled away the device , leaving a small dot of blood on Don’s leg. 

The freckled brother subtly began to sway, feeling whatever drugs running through his bloodstream beginning to activate. His head began to ring with a high pitched hum as it was becoming more and more difficult to keep his eyes open. 

STAY AWAKE. DON’T GO TO SLEEP. STAY AWAKE.

The Man walked up to Raph as he waved the device tauntingly at the slowly-growing-feral mutant. Raph had given him plenty of warnings. And there’s always a point with Don’s fiery brother when his patience snaps like a thin twig under the crackles of a flame. 

This is that point.

As the Man began positioning the device to Raph’s thigh, the flame consuming the mutant’s protective heart burst as he lunged his knee up, making the man’s hand jolt upward.

Right in front of Raph’s mouth.

With a harsh *SCRUNCH* Raph's fangs plunged deep into the Man’s hand that was holding the device. For once, their captor actually reacted, giving an annoyed grunt as he jolted from the pain burning his hand where Raph’s fangs remained planted. But despite the discomfort of the angry mutant’s teeth, the Man continued to stand tall, pushing aside Raph’s attack as a minor inconvenience.

“ Aww. It thinks it can escape. Well, what’s your plan then, mutant? Hold me down as your brother here goes for the keys that I don’t have? How much of a fool do you think I am? “

Despite the Man’s hand still being wedged into Raph’s teeth, the mutant began to smile menacingly.

“ Wrong answer, freak. “

Just like with Don, the man moved with quick and precise movements, trading off the device from the hand in Raph’s mouth to his other. He pulled the trigger. Raph was given more reason to bite down harder as the sharp sting penetrated his leg. 

The Man removed the device from Raph’s thigh and threw it to the side, and then reached deep into his black, robe-like coat. He pulled out what was definitely an actual gun, pointing it at Don’s head.

“ This will cause far more harm than the injector, I assure you. “ The Man’s voice didn’t waver the slightest, staying calm and to the point, as Raph’s bite continued to sink deeper. 

“ Now. Drop it, boy. Drop it like a good little dog. “

Raphael’s shoulders rose in hostility as his brain ran through the situation.

Does he WANT his hand to get bitten off??? 

With another growl, and a slight gag, Raphael released the Man’s bony fingers from his mouth. Don hazily watched as his brother proceeded to spit the Man’s own blood into his face. 

Everything was becoming so slow.. The Man’s form continued to alter and blur as Don’s vision slowly faded into darkness.

NO. NOT NOW! WE NEED TO GET OUT OF HERE!! STAY AWAKE!!

Don didn’t even realize his eyes were closed now. His body slowly slumped against his will. The ghostly voice of the Man began to echo in his brain as he fought with all his might to keep his eyes open. He could feel Raph’s body beginning to fade too..

STAY AWAKE!!!!!!!

Don continued to fight against the sedative as best he could, trying to keep his body constantly in motion. He yanked at his chains and turned his head to keep an eye on his fading brother, who was trying to do the same. But as the minutes ticked by, their movements grew more sluggish; their heads slowly lowered with their eyelids.

Stay……awakeee…

“ That’s it. Go to sleep. Dream of your family. Your friends, if you have any. Relive all those wonderful memories.. “ The Man whispered into Don’s ear as he finally lost his fight with the consuming shadows, 

“.. For when you wake,

 your true nightmare will begin. “

That's it for this chapter. :) MAN ALIVE- I have been EXCITED to show you guys this one!! This is the first time I've written for a chapter with the physical appearance of a villain.. And I think, ( and hope ) that you were left with a sense of dread for poor Don and Raph.. And- yeah, you'll be feeling that for a while with the chapters I have planned. ;)

To God be the glory!

~ Melissa

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⊹₊⋆Under Dimming Lights⋆₊⊹

✩Paring✩: Non-idol JK x Struggling reader

✩Theme✩: Strangers to lovers, Next door neighbor

✩Rating✩: 18+, drug use, depressing thoughts, explicit content

✩W.C✩:

✩Summary✩: Y/N is a 26-year-old woman struggling with the conseqences of her life choices, truly beliving that the lifestyle she lives is the best she can get. Jungguk, her new neighbor, is deep into the world of illagal street racing, the money and attention from the fangirls are just too temping to give up. But when there complex worlds collide, they're faced with the choice: Will they be each others down fall, or can they grow together and help each other reach the top?

✩Chapter three✩

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I keep my face towards the door, silently praying to whatever god might be listening that it isn't who I think it is. My bag that rests on my shoulder feels impossibly heavier, the weight of his stupid money stuffed at the bottom like a bad secret. My tired brain can only come up with one solution - get the fuck away from him.

Fumbling with the lock, I manage to get the door open and rush inside, slamming it shut behind me with all the stragth I could muster up which is enough to rattle the frame. I twist the lock, the familiar click like a final barricade between and the arragront man on the other side.

"No fucking way," I mutter, sliding down the peeling door.

As I sit there, the muffled sounds of the hallway seep though the cracks in the door - a shuffle of heavy footsteps, the faint hum of distant voices, and then... nothing. Silence. My chest tightens as I hold my breath, straining to hear any indication that he's still out there.

It's probably just coincidence, I tell myself. He wouldn't have followed me, right? But the thought of how he acted at the bar and the wad of cash stuffed in my bag makes my stomach churn. I feel like I'm about to throw the fuck up.

My head thuds sofly against the door as I let it fall back, closing my eyes for just a moment. The peeling paint scratches at my scalp, but I don't care. It's almost comforting in a way, grounding me to the reality I'm so desperatrely trying to escape.

"Get it together," I whisper to myself, my voice rough and barely audible. The cold, hard floor beneath me is a crule contrast to the idea of my bed, which seems to still be the only thing on my mind in this moment of crises.

My legs ache, my shoulders sag, and the silence of the apartment wraps around me like a wighted blanket. The thought of falling asleep right here crosses my mind - hell, it's more than tempting. But I'm the most sober I've ever been in weeks, and the pull of my bed is stronger. I can almost feel the cool sheets against my damp skin, calling to me like a promise of momentay happiness.

I finally muster the energy to push myself up, my legs almost give out and my body screaming for some real rest. The bag slips off my shoulder, hitting the floor with a dull thud, the money scattering on the floor. That stupid, pathetic thud. I stare at for a second longer than I should, like it holds all the answers to why my lifes so upside down.

But instead of unpacking that thought, I take a deep breath and focuse on the one thing I can control: sleep. I'll deal with rent, with him, with everything later. For now, I just need to disappear into the comfort of my sheets and forget my life - at least until I wake up.

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The sound of relentless knocking pulls me from the peacful void of sleep. My body screaming at me to ignore it, to melt deeper into the old mattress and pretend the world doesn't exist, but the knocking doesn't stop. If anything, it grows louder, sharper - almost frantic.

Whoever's out there isn't going away.

I groan, my eyes snapping open as reality crashes in. My chest tightens as I remember the man from last night. Is it him? Is he here to kill me? Maybe he waited until I was weak and half-dead from exhaustion to live out his sick dreams. Shit, I should've never touched his stupid money.

My pulse races as I swing my legs off the bed, shaking off the ligering fog of sleep, My hand instinctively reaches under my bed for the aluminum bat I keep there. It's cold and reassuring in my grip.

The knocking grows louder. My heart pounds in my ears as I creep though the dim apartment, my bare feet silent against the warped wooden floor. Judging by the muted glow of sunlight filtering through the blinds, it's early afternoon - not that it makes me feel any safer.

I press my eyes to the peephole, holding my breath. Relief and shock floods my chest when I see Min Yoongi standing there, his expresstion sharp and sour as ever.

"Of course," I mutter under my breath, rolling my eyes. My grip on the bat loosens, and my heartbeat slows.

I unlock the door, and before I can even open it, Yoongi shoves it inward, barging in like he owns the place. The door groans in protest, and I'm half-suprised it doesn't fall of it's hinges.

"What the fuck are doing, bashing my door down at-" I glance at the stove clock and scowl- "fucking twelve o' clock? I was sleeping, you dipshit!"

I lean the bat against the wall, crossing my arms as I glare at him. Yoongi doesn't even flinch.

"Is this how you greet a childhood friend?" Yoongi fires back, shutting the door behind him with a loud thud. His face is a mixed of frustration and something else - maybe relief? But it's always been hard to tell with him. "You seriously don't check your phone anymore? You've got people worried about you, you know."

"People?" I scoff, rubbing the remander of sleep out of my eyes. "You mean my dad and sister, right? Let me guess, they sent you here after of year of no contact to guilt trip me to come back home, right?"

Yoongi leans back against the wall, arms crossed, his dark eyes scanning my disheveled apartment. His thin lips twitches into a half-smile, though it's tinged with something bitter.

"Nah, this one's on me. Haven't seen you in years, but I've been back in town for a while now. Figured it was time to check in before you competely disappeared on everyone."

I obsorb what he said and roll my eyes, as if disappearing was the choice I wanted to make, if anything he dipped out the moment he could.

I blink at him, caught between annoyance and confusion.

"Wait - you've been back? Since when?" My tone softens for a moment, almost hurt he didn't contact me sooner.

He shrugs, kicking lightly at an empty beer can on the floor.

"A few months. I've been busy... you know how it is."

His nonchalance irks me in all the right ways, anger filled every blood vessle in my body.

"And now you decide to show up? What, you got bored or something?" The words spill out like venom, not wanting to be apart of some fucking pity campain.

He's gaze sharpens. "Don't act like your're easy to track down, Y/N. I had to ask around, and let me tell you, the shit I've heard doesn't exactly scream, 'I'm thriving.'"

I cross my arms defensively, feeling my blood start to boil.

"Yeah, well, my life isn't exactly a group project. If I needed advice, I'd have asked for it." The feeling of judgment from my childfood friend stings, he was the last person I wanted to see like this.

"Relax," he says, raising his hands in mock surrender. "I'm not here to judge. But... I couldn't just sit back, knowing you're - " he cuts himself off, looking around again, his eyes lingering on the peeling paint and the cluttered floor. "...living like this."

I glare at him, hating the pity in his voice. "what's it to, Yoongi? Your're not my babysitter anymore. I'm fine."

"Sure," He says flatly, sarcasm dripping from his tone. "Because answering the door with a bat in your hand and loose money scattered on the floor just screams 'I'm fine.'"

I freeze, my chest tightening. "It's none of your business how I go about my life," I snap, gripping the edge of the door for support.

I feel light-headed, my body still clearly feeling neglected of it's needs and this arugement is defienaly not helping.

Yoongi raises an eyebrow, his expresstion unimpressed. "You're right, it's not," he says evenly. "But I still care about you and your safely, clearly since I never gave up looking for you once I got back to Busan."

The tension between us feels like it could snap at any moment. A part of me wants to tell him to fuck off and leave, but another part of me - the part that remembers the kid who would walk to me to school and give me his lunch when my family couldn't affort it - can't quite bring myself to do it.

Defeated, I sigh heavily as I move to my couch and drop down on the second hand couch.

"So, what? You're here to save me or something?" I question, running my cold hands down my tired face.

The man exhales, the frustration draining from his face. He moves over to me and plops down next to me.

"Nah," He says quietly. "I'm just here. That's all."

For a moment, neither us speak. The silence is heavy, but it's not uncomfortable. It feels like something unspoken is settling between us, like maybe just maybe, I don't have to carry all this shit alone anymore.

Finally, I break the silence. "You still suck at confortation."

Yoongi smirks, the first real smile I've seen from him since he barged into my place.

"And you still nag too much." He answers at lighting speed.

Despite myself, I laugh. It's small and fleeting but it feels real. Maybe having him back in my life won't be so bad after all.

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[bubbles0bop]

The Way of the House Husband

Tatsu Tending to a Pregnant Miku

Contains: mentions of pregnancy, string language, fluff

Snow fell on the rooftops of every house in town. Miku was home alone this afternoon, patiently waiting for her husband to return from the store as she lounged in bed.

There really wasn't much to do on such a lazy day like this one, not particularly feeling the urge to do anything other than this. The last few months had been of a similar routine, feeling a restless sort of fatigue as she went through the duration of her pregnancy.

Tatsu returns home from his grocery run, promptly slamming open the door with his foot, arms filled with brown grocery bags. He calls to his wife from the front door, expecting to hear her response from the cracked bedroom door.

When he is greeted by silence, worry envelopes his mind as he slams the bags down on the kitchen counter. Tatsu swiftly makes his way towards to bedroom door positioning himself right outside of it, holding an imaginary finger gun to his chest.

He listens intently as he hears what appears to be his loving wife grumbling in pain from inside!

"Miku!" He exclaims, bursting through the door to catch whatever jackass had taken his wife hostage. He pointed the finger gun around the room, frantically gazing the area only to be found with his wife snuggled under the covers with a hand over her stomach.

"Tatsu..." She groans, throwing a dramatic hand over her forehead. "The pain... The pain is unbearable! This is it for me..." The expecting mother tosses her head to the side, feigning death.

Tatsu falls dramatically to his knees at her bedside, reaching a hand out to her and even wiping away some nonexistent tears.

"Oh Miku! This can't be- there's no other explanation! You must have been poisoned... Who did this to you?!" He exclaims while grabbing his wife's smaller hands into both of his as if she was truly on her death bed.

"No... No it's much worse, Tatsu... I'm starving" Her voice is laced with weary and pain, playing along with the act. "Can you make me some brownies?" Miku sticks out her lips in a pleading pout.

"Of course, Miku ! How could I ever let my wife and baby starve like this?! So ignorant..." He wipes one remaining 'tear' from his cheek, as he hastily makes his way to the kitchen.

In a flash, all of the ingredients were hastily slammed on the kitchen counter. He followed the instructions to a T, throwing various kitchen items into a bowl. Eggs, sugar, butter, and chocolate chips, all being whisked into a large bowl with some much force that it could kill a man.

The batter was poured into a baking platter and thrown (literally thrown) into the oven and set to 350°.

Tatsu waited patiently for the beep of the oven, causally looking through household magazines and circling items off his shopping list in a very domestic way.

Eventually, after some waiting, the critical sound of the oven beep sounded through the kitchen and he sprinted to attend to the freshly baked goods. Pulling the brownies out of the oven he rushed over to the counter to check the instructions one last time- reading, "Let brownies rest out of the oven for 15 minutes to cool."

"What the hell?! My wife is dying in there and you expect me to wait for another 15 minutes to serve her her food?!"

Tatsu, trying to find an innovative solution, grabs his oven mitts and waves them in the air in a fan-like motion. He screams with intensity as he watches the brownies closely so any signs of them cooling.

In a matter of minutes, Tatsu is able to present the dish to his patiently waiting wife in their shared bedroom.

"Eat up." He declares as he presents her with some precisely cut brownies.

"Oh! Thank you so much, Tatsu! But.. Honestly, I'm kind of having a craving for Ramen now..."

[btsqualityy]

Im trying to come up with Drabble ideas. I want some angst. Im not even sure why. Can I request a fight between Berk and Kins? Maybe Berk is confiding about Noah, Kinsley uses an insecurity Berk told in confidence, in the conversation and it causes a fight?

"So, do you have any plans with Noah this weekend?" Kinsley asked as she plopped down on the couch next to Berkeley.

"Nah," Berkeley shook her head. "We had talked about going to see that new action movie but he has to work on a duet for the upcoming showcase."

"Ohhh, it is that time of year," Kinsley nodded. "Who is he doing the duet with?"

"Chiyo," she answered flatly.

"I'm getting the sense you're not too happy with that."

"Have you seen how Chiyo is around Noah?" Berk scoffed. "I'm sure she'd be taking off her clothes for him in public if she wouldn't get arrested for indecent exposure."

"That's a strong way of putting it," Kinsley laughed. "Besides, everyone knows that Noah only has eyes for you."

"Yeah but he might decide that he wants something, someone different and we're definitely different from each other, she and I."

"You know, you wouldn't be worried about stuff like that if you'd stop icing that man out," Kinsley huffed. "I mean for God's sake, you let him take your virginity."

"First off, I gave him my virginity, he didn't take it," Berk clarified. "Second, that doesn't mean that I'm not entitled to my feelings."

"I'm just saying," Kinsley shrugged. "It's a little hypocritical to be worried about the possibility of Noah wanting to see someone else when the two of you aren't even technically together."

"Why are you being so fucking judgy today?"

"I'm just tired of you bitching about things that have simple solutions," Kinsley huffed.

"Wow," Berkeley chuckled. "I don't say anything when you come bitching to me about how Mason tries to dictate shit for you and your relationship."

"Key word: relationship," Kinsley replied. Rolling her eyes, Berkeley got up off of the couch and grabbed her bag before turning to look at her best friend.

"When you're ready to not throw my fucking insecurities in my face, let me know," she stated firmly before turning and walking out of the apartment, slamming the door shut behind her.

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"You don't think you weren't just a little bit harsh?" Mason asked Kinsley as he brushed out her hair later that night.

"No," Kinsley replied from her spot in between his legs. "I was honest."

"Maybe honesty wasn't what she needed in that moment," he brought up. "Maybe she just needed a listening ear."

"That's the thing: I'm always her listening ear," she groaned loudly. "Anyone with eyes can see how Noah feels about Berk but it's like she invents ways and reasons to act like she can't see it. To add onto it, she then acts like she's so afraid of loosing him but she does nothing to keep him. It's fucking weird."

"Maybe but that's Berk, baby," Mason said gently. "You know she has her own way of doing things, she always has."

"I know but I'm sick of holding my tongue," Kinsley muttered, reaching down and hugging her legs to her chest.

"Hey, look at me," Mason murmured gently, reaching around and taking ahold of her chin before he helped her look up at him. "I know that you had good intentions but you can't take it upon yourself to tell her something like that."

"I was just trying to help."

"I know Princess but it's not helpful if someone isn't ready to receive that help," he told her. "Hate to say it but I think you overstepped on this one."

"Really?"

"Really," he nodded. "You should call her and apologize."

"I guess," Kinsley huffed as she turned around to face away from him again. "Just give me some time to lick my wounds of being wrong and then I'll do it."

"Take your time baby," Mason chuckled, leaning down and pressing a kiss to the top of her head.

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A few days later, Berk was at one of her favorite coffee shops where she liked to study when she heard the bell ringing, signifying that someone new had entered the shop. When she looked up though, she didn't expect to see Kinsley walking towards her.

"Hey," Kinsley smiled softly.

"Hey," Berkeley replied softly.

"This seat taken?"

"Depends," Berkeley shrugged. "Are you still being judgmental?"

"Berk, that wasn't my intention," Kinsley sighed as she sat down next to her. "I just...it's hard for me to see you standing in your own way."

"How so?"

"Berk, you might not see the way that Noah looks at you but I do," Kinsley began. "That man looks at you as if you hung every star in the sky yourself. When you talk to him, even when you're talking shit, he always has the widest smile on his face and he only has that smile with you and when he's dancing. There's literally no one else that could catch his attention like that."

"I know," Berkeley sighed. "I know that when it comes to me and Noah, I have a tendency to talk myself out of it. You weren't wrong for being honest about that."

"I was wrong for saying it the way that I did and I'm sorry," Kinsley said. "I only want you to be happy Berk, that's all."

"I know," Berkeley smiled softly. "I accept your apology."

"Good," Kinsley chuckled, leaning over and wrapping her arms around her best friend. "I love you."

"I love you too," Berkeley replied.

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Creative Solutions

You groaned and stomped your foot. "Dammit!"

A head slipped in your door and you spun, raising your hands up to cover your chest. Lyle stepped in, eagerly eyeing you as you stood in your bra and half-zipped skirt.

Your brow furrowed, anger forming on your face. You picked up a shirt and hurled it at him, watching as it fell uselessly against him. "If you're just here to ogle me, then LEAVE!" You spun and moved to your clothes drawer, pawing through to find something else to wear.

Sensing your exasperation, he crept slowly forward, shutting the door behind him. He knelt down to watch you, letting the silence linger. You angrily shuffled your clothes around, seeing what you'd already seen. You huffed, slamming your palms into the drawer and let your head fall forward. Lyle watched you carefully, shifting closer when he saw a tear slide down your cheek.

His hand lifted and he hesitantly put it on your lower back, brushing your spine with his thumb. He put both hands on your elbows, gently tugging you back into his chest. He wrapped his arms around your waist and shushed you as you cried quietly, body trembling against his.

"What is it, my girl?"

You sagged against him, tucking your face against his neck. "Nothing is working, Lyle. I can't zip this fucking skirt up. None of the shirts I have are fitting right today and I have a meeting that I have to be at soon! I'm just- ugh!"

He chuckled at your small noise of frustration. Your head snapped up and your eyes bore into his, watching them widen in slight terror. "Alright, alright. I'm sorry for laughing. The noise you made was just cu- anyway. Look, let's go through these again. I'll help you with the skirt and if you're not feeling like wearing it, then we will find something different. You'd look great even if you presented while wearing a sheet."

You rolled your eyes and he smiled, "I promise, sweetheart. It's gonna work out alright."

Lyle helped you tug on another shirt, pulling it down over your chest and trying to adjust it to tuck in the skirt, but the sleeves felt too tight and the fabric was too much so you yanked it back over your head. He reached for a slightly looser fabric and helped you with this, handing a blazer to you after.

You pulled it on and cringed, feeling the blazer squeezing your shoulders but twisted to look at yourself in the mirror. Lyle pinched the sides of the skirt together while you tugged on the zipper. He tilted his head, assessing your expression. Displeased. You sighed and turned to him. "I don't feel good in this, but I just have to deal with it, so. Meltdown scheduled for this afternoon. Please come ready to cuddle."

His ears perked up and his tail swished excitedly. "I absolutely will be here to cuddle, but I'm going to grab something right now. Don't move, I swear I will be right back!"

In two strides, he got to the door, opening it and ducking through. You heard the heavy thud of boots as he sprinted down the hall.

~~~

Your door was flung open a few minutes later. He crouched to come back in, fabric tossed over his arm. "Okay, doll. Hear me out."

He stepped to your drawer and opened a couple before he pulled out what he had been looking for. A belt. He held it up, grinning from ear to ear. He tossed it on the bed and held up the fabric he'd brought back. One of his shirts. It was a solid dark blue. "Take off your clothes, Y/N." You blushed and quickly complied.

A minute later, he had his shirt pulled over your head and was straightening it out so it didn't bunch up anywhere. He picked off stray pieces of lint and held up the belt for you to put around your waist as an accent. He reached for your work heels and carefully slipped them on your feet, kissing your knee right where the shirt stopped.

You chose a necklace and turned to Lyle, spinning to show him your outfit. "Hell yeah, baby!" He sat back on his haunches and you smirked, gently rubbing behind his ears. He leaned forward to nuzzle against your neck. "Let's get you to that meeting." In a blink, you were scooped up in his arms, flying through the hallway.

~~~

Later that day you were curled up against his side, your belt and shoes scattered across the floor. He kissed you softly, a hand under your chin. His lips pressed against yours, parting your mouth gently. You smiled against him and moved to his lap. He had a tight hold on your full hips, using them to tug you against him. You giggled and fell against his chest, kissing his neck.

He smiled and murmured, "Who's the best?"

You pulled back, quirking an eyebrow at him before tapping him lightly on the nose. "You're the best and most creative guy in the world, my love."

He smiled and pulled you closer, a purr vibrating in his chest.

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