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Heart of the Great Wolf

A Jealousy of Infighting

Pairing: Jon Snow x F!Baratheon!Reader, Robb Stark x F!Baratheon!Reader (One Sided)

Length: 19k

Warnings: modern!au, angst/hurt comfort, suggestions of baby trapping, jealousy and possessive issues, pregnancy and talks of pregnancy, mild illness, smut, p in v, breeding kink

Notes: Thank you so, so much for your pateince I am sorry this took so long to come out. But these chapters are so much less common and I wanted to make sure it was worth while. Previous Chapter Here, Series Masterlist Here

Jon had yet to figure out what exactly the looks he was getting meant. Some were more curious, as if wondering why he was so consistently there, but others he wasn’t so sure. Or, perhaps he was but would rather not think about either direction that thought could go. He stood off to the side, your jacket draped over his arm as he waited for you, by what he could tell the classes were going well.

Maester Luwin had given you both at your latest appointment an extensive list of classes available to take, and you had to talk Jon out of you taking all of them. He just wanted to be sure, if not for yourself then him. He knew a bit, but he didn’t know the ins and outs of such details of pregnancy in this manner. It didn’t matter as much when he was a bystander on the side, but this was different. He had to know everything he could, so he could be ready for whatever you needed. Regardless of what you told him he didn’t need to do. Muttering in the car after the first class that he didn’t need to feel obligated to come to these things.

But, as Jon stood there now he could only think that there was no where else he’d rather be. He saw a few of the other women’s husbands attending last week that didn’t join this week, and others mentioned a husband he never saw at all. Even the husbands who were there, were silent. Some waiting off to the side on their phones and some only passively paying attention. They were never engaged the way Jon assumed they would be.

That part Jon could not grasp. Why they weren’t interested in learning these things as well.

The subjects all for the first trimester of a pregnancy, it too was a way for Jon to learn exactly how to take care of you. Now as he waited off to the side, not wanting to stand in the way of where everyone else was gathered around the board, Jon could properly compare. Most of the women were noticeably pregnant already, whereas you clearly weren’t. You looked no different to the little over a month prior when he got you pregnant in the first place, your presence in this class was the only proof Jon could see with his own two eyes that it was true.

Perhaps these men were on their second child and felt no need to awe over their wife, or they simply were never in awe in the first place. But Jon couldn’t imagine not looking over at you, your hand raised tapping at your tips with your face slightly scrunched up in thought as you looked over what exercise practice to sign up for. You insisted that you could do all that at the house, but Jon gently turned you by the arms. Guiding you to move over to the board while muttering that it would be good for you to spend a few hours every week with other pregnant women. You had begrudgingly agreed, mostly to make him happy.

Whatever harmony Jon found himself in watching and waiting for you was ruined by the grating voice of one of the men making their way to Jons side. “Don’t worry, bringing you along will lose it’s charm by the third or fourth class.”

Eyes narrowing, Jon turned to face him with no words. Only a question and a tinge of annoyance in his eyes that the man didn’t pick up on. Following his gaze as the man gestured to the group where you were more easily able to be indicated towards as the other women begun to leave. Already Jon felt himself more on edge, the passive way the man already seemed to speak about you as if assuming Jon would ever be the same.

Continuing on he elaborated much to Jons dismay. “Your wife. Eventually dragging you to every class and appointment stops when she realizes you’d much rather be anywhere else.” He didn’t turn to look back at him right away. His hand hidden under your own jacket curling into something tense within its hold as the agitation rose. Why in seven hells wouldn’t he want to be here?

If the man picked that feeling up in Jons expression, he seemed to pretend as if he hadn’t. Looking towards him as if waiting for a laugh of agreement, when rather Jons grey eyes darkened a bit as he slowly peeled them back towards the man, a lower rough tone in his words as he spoke low enough to ensure you didn’t pick up on this conversation. “Why are you here then?” Only responding with a huff of a laugh that it was his second child, and his wife insisted he come to the first few classes just to brush up then he didn’t have to anymore. Jons dark gaze flickered between him and you, only spotting briefly that you stood up on your toes to sign up for something, finally having settled on an activity. “You don’t think you need to know these things?”

Shrugging his shoulders, the man let his hands sink into his pockets. “As long as we can still have sex, I don’t know what I need to learn she doesn’t already know.” Before Jon could even consider retorting back, the man changed topics. As if they stood there, two pals chatting about how much they hated being with their partners. “Your accent’s not from around here. You a Northman?” Jon only nodded, his eyes noticing to the side that you approached and hoped the man would stop talking before you reached him. “Seven hells, more reason to convince her to not make you come anymore. Save you the what? Least an hour drive here and back? Give you more time for whatever you people get into up there.”

That time the man certainly noticed with more of an awkward stammer into silence, that Jon did not laugh with him. Only muttering a hardly polite “Excuse me.” Before brushing passed him as he shifted your jacket, gesturing for you to turn around and let him help you put it on. Asking gently in your ear, “What did you settle on?”

Turning around you fussed with the front, the thought only briefly hitting Jons heart with pride that sooner or later he was going to have to take you to buy new clothes when you started to show. Pushing it back down for now how much he was truly looking forward to that. “Swimming. One of the other women said the water can help when I start to get heavier. Half an hour in the pool, half an hour break then another half an hour in.”

Guiding you towards the door, Jon ignored that the man was giving him a confused look. Wondering why his new so called friend, didn’t care to acknowledge a single thing he had told him. His hand first on your lower back to guide you down the hallway to the front doors, before running up your spine gently and settling on grasping at the fur lining around your jacket’s collar just under the back of your neck. “I don’t think I’ve seen you in the water in years.” Responding back playfully that there weren’t an abundance of pools or lakes around Winterfell right now that weren’t freezing, Jon chuckled deeply. “Arya and Bran used to beg my father to at least get an above ground pool, but he knew better. Would cost him more to clean up the water they’d purposely get everywhere then the pool itself.”

Guiding you through the parking lot, he without thinking opened your door for you first before you turned to him, grasping at the top of the car door with a curiosity in your eyes. “Did you make any friends? I saw you chatting with Lena’s husband.” Jon only grunted as his face fell unamused, not even bothering to answer beyond that before closing the door for you once you got inside. Circling around to get in himself as you continued, a little more confused. “I’m sorry, I thought-” Cutting yourself off, Jon paused after clicking his seatbelt into place watching you turn away with your confusion now melting into a guilt which your skills did not include being good at hiding from him. “If you want to keep coming, I was hoping you’d get along with one of the husbands, give you something to do, someone to talk to every week.”

Jon turned in his seat, the thought crossing his mind that perhaps he was not the only one getting talks about how normal it appeared to be for the men to suddenly drop off of coming the longer the classes went on, and how much you were hiding that you didn’t want that. Saying your name firmly, his arm came up partially to rest along the back of your seat to implore you to look at him. Which you only partially did with an apprehension. “I’m here for you and the baby, not to just stand around and wait for you to be done every week.” Biting your lip, Jons expression shifted softer, his posture easing up in tenseness. “Hey,” his hand moved, turning you by the cheek to look at him. “I told you, as long as I can come, I will. I can’t take care of you if I don’t learn this stuff too.”

He knew you were about to say he didn’t have too, instead choosing to interrupt such a thought process by ever so gently capturing your lips with his. Feeling you melt into him right away, he couldn’t imagine not caring enough about you and the baby. Pulling away, he ran his nose down the length of yours before you merely nodded. Understanding that you had nothing else to argue at that moment against the idea.

As he drove you both home, Jon in that comfortable silence could let his mind drift. Both classes, comments were made to him akin to asking were he dragged there. He knew those men weren’t even paying attention with that question. If they had, they’d know how often Jon spoke up. Glancing to you with your eyes squinting in thought as he translated within his mind what you were wondering, then would ask for you. If Jon were not so sure his memory was as reliable as it was, he’d have taken notes just to ensure he didn’t forget. But he knew he could commit this to memory, it if had anything remotely to do with you, or anything even remotely to do with the baby, Jon was all over it.

Jon wasn’t the one most in his family would think was to be ready so quickly for a baby, but yet they all watched as he was the most comfortable with it all. Almost gently guiding you into being comfortable with the idea still, but he knew it was the lingering trails of doubt from before. The terrifying fear that he didn’t want this, that your minor miscommunication meant that nothing of his joy the night he found out was real or would stay. Jon may take all of this seriously, but he never wanted that to diminish the image of how happy he was.

It had only been a few weeks since you both moved into the house, and it turned out to be as good for you as it was bothersome. If Jon wasn’t the one doting on you, his brothers or father were, or his sisters were glued to your side with questions and suggestions or merely fantasizing ideas about what to do when the baby was born. It was what he wanted, people around you. Never leaving you alone if he could help it, and someone there to take care of you when things started to get more difficult. You didn’t see the use in it now, but considering when you had arrived to the class last week, down the hall Jon had spotted women leaving a separate class whom all were very pregnant, likely close to a due date by his estimation. He knew thats what he was preparing you for. You were quick and capable now, but soon you wouldn’t be and Jon didn’t want you facing that on your own.

Especially since you had not heard a word from your family since the night he and Margaery smuggled Shireen out to see you. And Jon knew exactly who to blame for your families callous silence. He didn’t say it to you, not wishing to put you in that position, but it made Jon impossibly angry that your father was no doubt the reason you were so isolated from any of your family celebrating this as the Starks all were. They should be happy, their daughter was having a baby, they were to have a grandchild, and yet? No word.

If Jons eyes were to glance over at you as he drove you both back home, he knew he’d find himself distracted too much. A soft gaze towards you, warm in nature as you sat where you had for so many trips, drives, and everything in between in his passenger seat and yet now it was different. There was a third party sitting with you and it was something which you both created together. It was something which everyone should be happy about, but they weren’t. And Jon didn’t yet know what to do about it, if he could indeed, do anything.

Your parents, or more rather, your father, was someone far above Jons pay grade to confront. Even worse, you were a Baratheon. A girl from a highborn prestigious family. Were this in ancient times, you’d have been raised and saved to pass your hand off in marriage to a suitable highborn son. It wasn’t that way now, but in truth, parts of that tradition hadn’t disappeared completely. Jons surname was still Snow. He was still a bastard, and he had gotten you pregnant only a few months into dating you. If you being unmarried and pregnant was an offence, then it was even grander bordering on an insult that the one who got you pregnant was a bastard.

Raised with his family, the Starks one of the oldest families in Westeros and highborn, but Jon technically wasn’t. He was a bastard, he had no rights to anything were inheritance still of vast importance. And no matter how much his father, his brothers and sisters, and those of the North didn’t look down on him, that did not mean that those in the south would follow suit.

He would be seen as unworthy, which boggled the mind. He had wanted nothing more then to have a child with you, and the idea of watching you have this with someone else left an ill feeling deep within Jons stomach. A heavy weight of a life he wished not to linger on for too long. Instead, he told himself not to glance at you, merely to stay paying attention to the road, knowing you would transfix his gaze should he look at you too long.

As he begun pulling onto the road which led to the main Stark property, Jon always enjoyed the sight. The lands were vast and somewhat empty until reaching the wolfswood not to far away on one side and the rolling hills on the other. With the seasons lasting in such strange, unpredictable amounts, Jon could count himself lucky that he was able to enjoy the golden hue splashing across the lush surroundings as thankfully, this had turned out not to be a short autumn.

The leaves always in a state of changing colours and teetering on falling, but all knew that they would remain that way until winter was ready to crawl in. Only with the first cold winds did the leaves fall and autumn signalled itself as over. For now, Jon could enjoy the sight. While you could still walk easily, and it was very early, he wondered how up to a smaller hike you’d be. Nothing strenuous, but he wanted you out in the wilderness he knew you both loved before it was too late and it would be who knew how long before you’d see it again.

With the weekend having come by, it was impossible to say where everyone would be by the time you both got in. His siblings always scattered one way or another, but he hoped it would be quiet enough he could get you into the kitchen without fuss. You had barley ate that morning, not that Jon blamed you.

He had felt you stir very early, earlier then you would’ve normally gotten up. The slightest movements from you in his arms could pull Jon awake with ease, and the second he felt you suddenly move his eyes begun to open. Two things hit two senses, first the brightness of the bathroom light being flickered on in the corner opposite where his bed was. His eyes still squinting with sleep as he begun to sit up, only for sound to hit his ears as the second sense and swiftly did he all but jump out of bed. As it someone had dunked him into a vat of ice water to slam all of his senses into overdrive at once.

Before he had known it, he was knelt down beside you as you threw up. He should’ve expected this would start, kicking himself for not being more prepared already. First his hands reached up, gently gathering your hair and pulling it behind you, luckily nothing had gotten stained with your sickness yet as he used the band around his own wrist for when he’d occasionally pull his curls back, and tied the long strands up to stay out of your way. His free hand once done, ran soothingly up and down your back as the final of it all seemed to come up.

Shushing you gently, Jon had tried to coax you into relaxing as he felt your muscles tense under his touch, but you seemed to only tense up more. You must have been so overwhelmed you scarcely noticed Jon was by your side until that moment, and something uncomfortable hit you rather then anything reaching out for him. All of the evidence of your sickness washing away, you had suddenly pushed up out of Jons touch. Walking over to the counter to fill your glass with tap water.

Flushing out what remained before you grabbed for your toothbrush to clean out the rest, Jon had walked back over to you. Again he reached out, that time running up your spine before inspecting his work at your hair and deciding that wasn’t anywhere near good enough. Pulling it all out, you paused mid motion to glance at him in the mirror before you saw him parting your now loose again hair into three sections, relaxing more knowing he was simply going to braid it this time.

His work finishing in time for you to wash the rest of the toothpaste out itself, his hands ran down your upper arms, hoping as he stepped closer his chest pressing against your back that his warmth provided more comfort. Your hands as everything was returned to their proper place, hung at the edge of the counter, nails mindlessly tapping at the surface. Your voice was understandably a bit more rough as you spoke as quiet as you could, “I’m sorry I woke you.”

Jon shook his head, knowing as he looked down over your shoulder at you, that your eyes were trained upward to watch him back but in the reflection of the mirror. Pressing his lips gentle to the side of your head before leaning against the spot. “Not your fault, darling. It’s normal.”

But, it was what you said next that took him off guard that morning. “I normally wake up with enough time to shut the door behind me, so you don’t get woken up by all of it.” His brows furrowed as he looked down over your shoulder more, something more stern and a bit serious filling the spaces where a gentle softness last sat, asking what you meant by that. You however, explained it both casually and yet nervously, only seen by how you begun to toy with your fingertips and nails. “It started a few nights ago. I’ve been trying to handle it without waking you up.”

Short but stern, Jon asked “Why?” But you only shrugged. Sighing deeply, Jon let his hands on your arms drift down to reach around your body. Grasping at your hands to stop the motion before tucking them against your front as he used the leverage to pull your back closer to his chest. His gaze still on what of your face he could see looking down instead of trying to meet your gaze in the mirror, knowing you’d simply try and avoid him anyways. “You should’ve told me. Why would I want you to go through this part alone?”

The answer was almost sweet in how innocent and simple it sounded, and yet tore at part of Jons heart. A side of you he had almost healed out, but still poked it’s unwelcome head every now and again reminding him of where you came from before this relationship. “I-” Your nerves grew in the mere second passing that you hesitated, speaking slow and clearly as if misconstruing what you were to mean would somehow get you into trouble. “It’s gross and unpleasant, and I don’t need to bother you to get through it, is all.” Muttering with a little confusion that it wouldn’t bother him, you muttered as insecurity now bled into your expression as well. “Maybe it should is all I’m saying.”

Sighing deeply, Jon only pulled away from you long enough to turn you in his arms. Settling you gently back against the counter before his face scrunched up in thought. Changing his mind, Jon merely used his strength to pick you up and sit you on the surface instead, your legs parting enough for his frame to come close as he cupped your cheeks.

There it had been, that insecurity without any hiding or filter to lessen it. He sighed again, turning your head downwards so he could press a kiss to your forehead. Making you meet his eyes again as his thumbs ran over the soft skin of your cheeks, your own hands gently grasping at the top edge of his sweatpants. No intention with it, merely incidental with how it could’ve looked to others. Jons voice was barley a mutter, only for you to hear. “Do you even need to me to say it?” Biting your lip before shaking your head, you opened your mouth to speak but Jon cut you off beforehand. Pressing a gentle, but lingering kiss to your lips, only pulling away enough to brush against your soft lips with every word. “Don’t apologize. And don’t be afraid to wake me up next time.”

It was too early for any lecture, and he didn’t want to rub salt in the insecure wound more then necessary. It would take time to ease you into allowing him into the more unpleasant aspects of this process, and even more time then to get it to sink into your beautiful, yet stubborn head that Jon was not put off at all by any second of it. Instead he waited for you to nod, pressing one more kiss to your lips before muttering that you had a few more hours to sleep before needing to get up.

Even now as Jon pulled into the driveway hours later, he could still recall how easily you went with him and all but curled your front into his chest, as opposed to returning to the position before. Having turned around in your sleep, so your back was once more at his chest, instead, Jon had wrapped his arms warm and safe around you. Hoping the action could fill in at least some of the blanks that there wasn’t going to be a part of this process which he’d wish to turn away from.

Which included being there for your classes of course.

Naturally, were Jon to have his way he’d keep you in the car and circle around to help you out as he helped you in, but you were still speedy at your early stage and unchanged size. A wave of something exhilarating rushed through his blood in the cool air at the thought of what you were truly going to look like when you started to show. His beautiful, pregnant girl..it was a baby he had wanted with you, but until that moment it was as if it never hit Jon that he’d get the rest of it too, He’d get to be with you every single stage of your pregnancy. And certainly too as Jon circled around to guide you by a hand on your lower back, that the instructor that day had informed all of you that through every stage of pregnancy, sex was perfectly safe.

It was still the morning and no doubt his family was inside the house, he couldn’t think about that now.

Opening the door, you both could hear sounds of the television in as you took your coats and boots off, voices scattered somewhat on the second floor but luckily none from what he could determine in the kitchen. Muttering in your ear, “Let me make you something.” It was cute to him, how you instantly looked up at him in a defiance that you could do it, but he only pressed a kiss to your forehead. “I know, I’m still making you something anyways.” Before grabbing you by your arms and turning you in place to walk into the kitchen.

Well, someone was in there sitting at the smaller table, but lucky for Jon it was only his father. Glancing up from whatever he had been reading on his tablet, his eyes glanced over you both with a curiosity. “How did it go?”

Jon prompted you to sit down across from Ned, barley muttering once more that he’d handle everything. Hearing both voices behind him as he begun rooting through the kitchen with little thought on what to make. In truth, Jon had learned what you liked and didn’t look meal wise so long ago he could come up with something in his sleep that you’d like. “A little better this time. They started to go into detail finally, I assume the first session was more of an introductory overview.”

Functioning as your server almost, Jon didn’t catch the small glint in his fathers eye as he sat a glass down in front of you to drink without even saying a word, you barley having the time to thank him before he was back at the counter. Hearing his father turn his attention back to you. “I remember going to those with Cat. Information is likely better now then it was decades ago.” A huff of a laugh came from you before he continued. “They also suggested she sign up for other activities to do with the other women, they offer you the same?”

Unbeknownst to either of them, to you it was almost sweet. How Ned now was prying in a subtle way as to not come off as prying. Trying to determine whether or not this was the suitable class for you, knowing that if it wasn’t, neither of them would hesitate to seek out something better. As if the fatherly instinct turned on for both, Jon for the baby, and Ned for yourself. Sipping the juice given to you by Jon, you put the glass down with a nod. “Swimming. One of the women, this is her second child and she told me that being in the water in the later months can help take the pressure off. Just another thing to look forward too.”

You had only muttered it, but Jon knew his father caught it was he did, your lower and less savoury tone. A chuckle left the man, “Aye, I know that look. Seen Cat go through it more times then I can count, it doesn’t last long. A few months at best.” Jon couldn’t help but let out a small smirk to himself as he heard you huff. Barley glancing behind his shoulder to see that you had let your head fall into your hands, elbows propping it all up on the table, something muttered under your breath. While on didn’t catch it as it was too muffled, he could imagine the dismay felt knowing how long it was going to last, and while not that you would say it, Jon knew too you were aware it meant Jon would fuss over you for months about this.

He was over prepared, he had made it through all of the books faster then you had. Nearly memorizing everything he could, and going back to write down the rest. Even down to the food, while it cooked, already Jon made his way to the cabinet he kept your new prenatal vitamins in, setting them in a tiny glass bowl to sit at the side of your plate knowing you always needed food in you when taking them. You hadn’t felt great when taking them and skipped a meal, though that was on a day that Jon wasn’t there.

Whenever he was there he ensured you were taken care of. He knew it could be overbearing, he knew to some this may constitute as babying you, but he couldn’t help it. You were carrying his child, a child you both had created together. Something that bound you both together for the rest of your lives. It made Jon as joyful as it did worried. He’d been thinking that way more and more, hearing an echo of Robbs voice accusing him of essentially baby trapping you. Whenever that possessive feeling kicked in, too did a rising anger in his blood. That accusation that he would ever do something like that to you, take your choice away, your freedom.

Robb had never even come close to saying anything like that again, in fact, it seemed he was trying to rectify it. But Jon didn’t really care. He was still on edge, hearing biting words from the brother he trusted most, the one person who had been there for him his whole life. Maybe Robb was right in a way, maybe deep down a sick and twisted part of Jon that he had no idea where it could’ve come from did want to do that to you, but he didn’t. And Robb should’ve trusted him more to know that.

Having missed over half the conversation you had with his father, Jon only put a smaller amount on a plate for him before turning a bit. Head gesturing down to the counter with an ask if he wanted any, only to get a shake of his head in a grateful no. Luckily, you knew the routine by now. Now questioning the amount he plated for you by the time he sat down. Jon knew in time you’d only need to increase how much you ate based on how much the baby was growing, and part of Jon smiled to himself knowing he’d have a stubborn battle with you in the coming months over that fact.

The other day you had tried to bite back, playfully of course. He had quite a few very early shifts, so early he suspected you benefited from it by being able to hide your morning sickness because he’d be gone by the time it happened. So it had been the first time he could sit and have breakfast with you in days. You had been picking at the remainder of your food when Jon prompted you to finish, you had done so, but not before pausing when about to take a bite with a raised brow. “You know Robb doesn’t hound me like this when we have meals.”

You meant it as a joke, of course you did. Jon wasn’t sure if you took his response just as much of a joke, but he had moreso only grunted and muttered, “That’s because Robb is too nice about how stubborn you are.” It was the easiest path, his own dig at Robb while covering it up as if teasing you. It was incredibly petty and he felt bad for it, but Jon was the last one to let go what happened that night in the driveway, and didn’t know how he’d get passed it anytime soon.

The last he saw you, his sisters were occupying you very well.

Jon needed to finish some reports that he hadn’t gotten too. The perk of the more tedious aspects of his job, was that he could do much of it here. Jon could go in, put extra hours into the hands on parts of his job and make up for the time needed for reports by doing them here, so that he could either have you in the room, or pause and go check on you anyways. Some night when he couldn’t sleep, he’d gently get out of bed, usually prompting the now waking up Ghost to hop up onto the bed next to you, so you didn’t feel alone even in your sleep.

The room only lit by the glow of his computer as he’d type away, he’d pause and look over at you. Tucked comfortably underneath his blanket, in his bed, not even the one he first slept with you in, it was even better. The bed he spent years drifting away at night knowing he was falling in love with you. The bed that his teenage self guiltily spent many nights getting off to the wonder of what being with you would be like.

That was where his filthy habit came from. His teenage mind in love with his best friend, not knowing what else to do. He’d get up, plug his headphones in and start searching. No one was good enough to look like you. The hair was too long, too short, not the right shade, the face not close enough, their voice so loud and obnoxious that he now knew was nowhere close to how you sounded. Some nights he’d give up, some nights he would deny deny deny that it was you he was still trying to imagine when he did.

Now though? Now it was different, and yet it only had been for months. He could barley still comprehend how recent it was that he finally found the bravery to kiss you, and everything after? And how now you were downstairs in his main home, his sisters pestering you about becoming aunts? Sometimes Jon felt as if he would wake up and be once more thrown back into the world before any of this. He’d be back in the apartment, and you’d still be with Karl Tanner or Ramsey Bolton and he’d just be waiting to see when they would hurt you and step in hopefully before it was too late.

He never expected to wait for you to feel something for him. He had long since assumed you didn’t. But as blindly rageful he was hearing what Ramsey spilled out about you just to humiliate you, there was something Jon couldn’t deny. He didn’t have to wait for feelings that would never come, they were already here. Yet he could hear as he descended the stairs, your voice but no longer his sisters the ones you were talking too.

It was petty, jealous perhaps the word was? But before he’d be seen coming down the steps, Jon stopped. His eyes narrowing as he listened to the familiar voice talking low to you, not to hide secrets, but that calm tone Robb always used with you that Jon’s darker insides had come to despise.

“I already said I would, there’s nothing left to debate.” Jon could hear a huff come from you, not of annoyance but something more playful. Not able to hear your response, Jon barley took another step down as he leaned more to the banister trying to hear, and feeling rather childish for doing so. Instead he only heard Robb first, “Its not out of my way, no one is thinking that but you.”

Straining he could just barley hear you, your voice sounding not too far from wherever Robb was. “I mean I could reasonably walk there now, but...” Trailing off, Robb only mentioned that it wouldn’t be so easy later on. Jon presumed you nodded before continuing, somewhat along a different train of thought. “I don’t know how I’m going to stand it. Feeling like I will be completely useless. Already I worry I’m not contributing enough to be here.”

As it turned out, Robbs answer was the exact same as the thought which instantly had come into Jons head at that exact moment. “You’re contributing to the family by having a baby. I’ve seen my mother go through four, I know how difficult it will get. You don’t have to do anything to prove something to be here. Got it?” Robb had paused before his final ask, Jon suspecting he had to turn your head to look at him properly, and he knew you must have nodded a silent yes.

Coming down the steps finally, your heads turned to look at him, neither of you acting as if there was anything to hide. Not that Jon would ever put that on you, but his eyes darted sharply to look at Robb for the briefest of moments. Both of you were on the longer couch, you were sat facing him with your knees more pulled towards your chest as you rested more against the back armrest, with Robb sat somewhat sideways with his feet on the floor but his arm stretched along the back of the couch where if he so chose, could reach out and brush his hand against your arm. He didn’t move, thinking nothing was wrong and yet Jon forced himself to swallow that feeling, trying to sound normal. “What were you two gossiping about?”

You answered for him. “Robb was asking me what the schedule for my classes and appointments look like and some of them are on the days you couldn’t take off. He was just offering to drive me,” You turned your head to Robb with a playfulness and a raise of an eyebrow. “Despite me saying I am perfectly capable of walking.”

Both brothers chuckled at you, Jon coming up behind the couch and circling around to where he leaned down to murmur loud enough for both of you to hear. “You can, until you need help even putting your shoes on or getting up from the couch.” Pressing a kiss to the top of your head before you even had a chance to register how he was mocking you, a grin on his face as he finished his moving. Picking your legs up without a second thought, and for you draped your thighs over his lap as one of his hands innocently stroked your calf through the comfortable leggings you had worn.

His eyes only flickered to the side for a moment, looking to see Robbs arm moved and now he leaned more against the other side of the arm of the couch matching more of your posture but away from Jon. You didn’t notice the shift in the air and if Robb did, he said nothing of it. Jon knew he was being territorial for no reason but the burning in his blood spoke that he could not help himself. Robb continued as normal, adding to his brothers mocking without the hangup of wanting to glare at him. “You remember how much my mother needed help when she was pregnant with Rickon, you really think you’re going to be around all of us like that and we won’t help you?”

Opening and closing your mouth as you no doubt lost the argument, you crossed your arms over your chest. One foot reaching just slightly out enough to playfully kick at one of Robbs legs, and pulling them back up quickly as Jon almost pulled your legs and feet closer towards him to protect you from retaliation, even though you struck first. “I’m pregnant you know, not an invalid.” Both for a moment, forgot any tension with a bemused glance before looking towards you once more. Something insulted in you huffing again as you knew you could not escape Jons grasp. Merely muttering to yourself, “The novelty will wear off eventually.”

Jon watched you with a playful smirk but soft eyes, how little you knew that was untrue. This wasn’t a novelty. This was something he never thought he would have and yet? Part of him felt that pride too, that it was his child you were having, not the brother next to him which he wondered if Robb had ever thought of.

He could only imagine what Robb was really thinking when you told him, his unwarranted suspicion of Jon aside, what hurt did he feel? What loss of a woman he now never would have? Did that feel good to Jon, having that over his brother the way he claimed? Well, if Jon refused to think deeply on it, that was what he could simply tell himself as much as he wanted. That it didn’t matter what Robb thought, this was the way it was now.

Glancing around, Jon changed topics. “Where are the girls?” Robb mentioned they had disappeared into the basement whispering after talking to you about maternity clothes and Jon raised a hand to pinch the bridge of his nose. Sighing with a bit of a laugh, he let go and his head dropped a bit back. “Well, at least they’ve finally found something to bond over.”

At least they were more mature now then they were years ago. Jon could still recall when they were both immature and young. Something of Arya’s would go missing and she’d storm into Sansa’s room accusing her and they’d squabble until it turned into a petty fight which would need to be broken up. Typically by either Jon, Robb, or their father wandering in and all but picking Arya up and either turning to wish a playful push to get out of the room, or sometimes just carrying her until she could be dumped on her bed like she weighed nothing. Now at least they were bonding over the baby, there wasn’t going to be much they could argue about in that respect just yet.

Muttering quietly that you needed to use the restroom, you pushed yourself up to move before glancing at Jon still keeping your legs effectively trapped. Raising an eyebrow with a bemused look, your tone flat as could be. “Am I still allowed to do that part by myself?” Jon had barley opened his mouth, but you read his eyes like words in a book and shook your head. More forcefully snatching your feet back to you before climbing off the couch away from him. “Don’t answer that.”

Both brothers watched as you disappeared down the hall, and suddenly the silence was staggering. They hadn’t spoken much. Robb would talk generally to Jon when others were around or even just you around, but by themselves they had hardly spoken since that night. Robb knew he made a mistake that Jon would take harshly, and it showed. The tension sat right on Jons face, his jaw clenched and his hands almost unable to stop fidgeting from a tense awkwardness. Robb however, made the attempts more then Jon did to try and mend that wound. His voice calm without any hesitation with a light playfulness in it as he spoke. “You’d think after over a decade she’d be used to this.”

Jon nodded, somewhat. Not very meaningfully and with a scowl still clear across his features. Running a hand over his mouth as he shifted trying to look as if he was sitting more comfortably. He needed to say it, and part of him wanted too but that part too fought with another part of him which said that he shouldn’t thank his enemy. Which was stupid, he knew. Robb was his brother, not his enemy. And yet...look where his brain had led him at least in verbiage. “Thanks. For offering to drive her. I wasn’t sure what I was going to-”

Robb only cut him off, it seemingly to spare him mercy in how awkwardly his strained tone sounded. “It was the least I can do. The only person I have to answer to is father, and if I wasn’t going to drive her then he would’ve done it himself.” Jons face turned downward not to look, not wanting to showcase how uncomfortable he felt and yet still both of them chuckled deeply.

Jons head rising up as he again ran a hand over his face, noting in the back of his mind his facial hair needed a slight trim before it got too long. “Aye, he would’ve done that.” It was not as if Jon was an expert conversationalist, but he knew this was painfully obvious. Trying to string together a series of words to form into a sentence which did not begin with a warning to stay away from you. “I know the amount seems excessive,” Your name coming off his lips, “I know she thinks so.”

Robb however, didn’t hold the same awkwardness. “She thinks living in the house is her getting in the way, it think it would be safe to assume she doesn’t really know what’s good for her.”

A tick in his jaw came out, something knowing what that could mean as well. And who would be better for her then the highborn brother whose always gotten everything handed to him. Eyes sealing shut he needed to stop, but he couldn’t help it. He was supposed to try and get along with Robb, if just for you and yet the second you weren’t there to remind him you were his, something in Jon latched right back into the truth of what he knew.

You being pregnant did not diminish Robb’s feelings and that aggravated Jon to no end.

“Jon.” Turning to look at him, he could say he didn’t expect it nor want what Robb was going to say. “I know things haven’t been okay since that night-”

Shaking his head, Jon pushed himself upwards to his feet. He did not want to have this talk now, you’d come back any moment and even if you didn’t, Jon wanted to stay angry. Robb might have been trying to make amends, but he was still rather close and touchy with you. Jons girl, the one Robb had feelings for, the one he’d swoop off your feet if given the chance were Jon to screw up again. He’d never be free of his stupid mistakes one week months ago and Robb was now a vulture hanging around what was not yet even the decay of Jons relationship with you to pick at the remains once the time came.

Calling his name, Jon only moved down towards the hall you disappeared into. A mutter only loud enough for Robb to hear and hopefully none else nearby or listening in. “Save it.”

If Jon heard Robb sigh deep and frustrated, he pretended otherwise. Instead finding himself looking at the restroom door open and light off, you hadn’t returned. But you weren’t hiding nearby with prying ears, you disappeared completely. Brows furrowing, Jon begun his search. The main floor of the house the biggest space aside from the actual outside of the property but found empty room after empty room. His eyes glanced to the outside, not seeing any sigh you were out there until he heard a slight low grumble from the study nearby. The door was mostly closed save for a tiny crack, Jon pushed it open.

The glow dim from only a single lamp nearby, sat on the side table next to the couch. It was that sight which finally made Jon smile. You were sat down, surrounded by three wolves. Greywind lay by your feet, or actually, on your feet. Something the direwolf did a lot to force you not to stand up so he could sleep by you undisturbed. One one side of the couch lay Nymeria, her head in your lap already fast asleep. One of your hands running gently over her ears as on occasion she’d shift to shuffle closer to your touch. On the other side of you curled up into a ball facing you was Ghost, just enough space left for Jon to sit as if the wolf knew.

You glanced up at him with a very amused expression and a pretend of exasperation. “I’m surrounded by wolves no matter where I go.”

Chuckling, Jons head dropped for a moment of that laughter until looking back up at you with wide and bright eyes and a smile forming. His voice low and soothing as if not to disrupt the peace. “You’re one of the pack now.” Making his way over, Jon barley needed to look where he stepped to climb around Greywind’s frame to expertly position himself on the couch next to you. Without even waking really, Ghost spared no time in moving to rest his head on Jons lap as Nymeria was on yours. Both of Jons hands running over Ghost’s fur and playing with his ears as a whining grumble of content came from him, matching close to the sound no doubt that caught his attention when it was Nymeria who made it. Looking at him with a questioning gaze, asking what he meant, but Jon just smiled down at Ghost before looking at you. “You’re one of us now, and they know it. Which means they’ll protect you as much as we all will.”

You didn’t say anything. A softness in your eyes that too softened Jons to follow, a thankfulness in them that didn’t get followed up with words you were ready for yet. Instead, you only shifted enough to rest your head more against his shoulder.

With wind blowing against the glass, light from the moon half hidden by the curtains and crackle of a small fire Jon knew his father must have left on by mistake, it only added to the feeling. A calm after he had walked away in anger. You were one of them now, but the pack wasn’t just one. You were Jons, carrying his child, and it was you both with the future together. And that calm only reminded him further that your future lay with him, not Robb.

No matter how much his brother might pretend he felt otherwise.

Jon wished he could better convey how little he was in the mood to be hounded about this at that moment. His eyes starting to strain from staring at the screen of his computer for so long, he was close to finishing his report and would’ve much rather avoided the attention he was about to get. They meant well, they were his friends, but it didn’t mean it didn’t aggravate him. He had wanted to finish his report, then go outside to call you, see how you were feeling when shadows hovered over his desk.

Trying to ignore it, he could hear Grenn one of the figures behind him trying to simply catch his attention. “Jon.” Muttering a what, he didn’t stop typing nor turn around until an arm reached over to sit on top of his desk before his keyboard. Glancing down at it, it was a smallish box. No bigger then perhaps the size of an apple. Nothing about it stood out save for the well tied ribbon around each side of it coming together to seal it off without much fuss. That had Jon turn around somewhat, raising an eyebrow with a confused expression to follow in a silent ask of what this was.

Sam, Grenn, and Pyp all stood by. Pyp circling around the rest to sit atop the empty edge of Jons desk, as Sam sat in his next to him and Grenn hovering with a hand over Jons chair. Pyp held the enthusiasm. “Well go on, open it.”

Jon said nothing, only glancing between them and then to Sam who gave little away. Slowly pulling the ribbon lose, and opening the box. Tissue paper sat to hide what was inside, pulling it away sat something that took him off guard. So far while his mates were happy for him, a lot of it had been teasing and jokes. Nothing serious. But as he pulled it out, it looked like a smallish toy. Almost like a charm bracelet but large for an infant to hold safely and play with. Made of a smooth wood, sturdy non moving charms hung from little spots all around it. A swap between a small wolf head, a stags head and antlers, and what seemed to be one he didn’t understand.

A small snow globe with indents in the carving to look as if inside was just falling snow on a wooden landscape. His eyes couldn’t quite take off of it, until he heard Sam explain from beside. “It’s for the baby, whenever they’re born. Pyp and I wanted to do something to celebrate, and thats what we came up, and Grenn carved it.” Jons eyes softened a bit but hadn’t stopped looking at it yet. Sam leaned forward pointing to the specific choices of charm throughout. “The direwolf were the symbols of the Starks when a highborn house was structured differently, and the stags head for a Baratheon.” Jon tapped gently at the last one.

Sensing the glances between it seemed they were suddenly not confident in what they had done. Pyp took the reigns on it. “The baby will be both, but we also figured that they should remember their own name. Snow.” Jon glanced up to him, an unreadable expression on his face as Pyp looked a bit bashful. “Took us a while to come up with what could symbolize Snow. Its safe for the baby and everything, the way it’s made. Even if they stick parts of it in their mouth like my nephew always did, it’s safe.” Pointing to the charms to make his point.

Jon nodded, “How long did this take?” Grenn said that once Sam and Pyp came to him with the idea it was easy to make. He and Jon had long since took up wood carving as a hobby for when they were north of the Wall and there was little to do once night hit and they were only able to make camp in the Haunted Forest. Nodding, he suspected they were expecting this sort of quiet reaction from Jon. Not a man typical to make grand gestures towards people especially with all of his co workers all there to potentially witness it. His voice however, gave off something strained. A clearing of his throat that spoke to more emotion winding up in his throat then he was wanting to give the impression of. “Thank you, all you of you. Really.”

Glancing to the lot of them, Pyp nodded with Grenn as Sam spoke sheepishly. “Everyone else here’s been having a go at you, so we thought we could do something to show we actually are happy for you.” Pyp adding with a jest, that they too all hoped it would help Jon decide who the godfather was going to be. Jon didn’t need to say outloud for them to know that he wasn’t going to put up with that debate for the fourth time these past short weeks. His flat falling expression conveyed that already quite clearly.

Patting his shoulder on the back, Grenn glanced to Pyp. “Come on, leave him to his work.” Getting up to follow, Sam at least followed the idea and turned to sit more at his own desk next to him, settling in while glancing at Jon still looking it over before he put it back in the box.

Gently opening the top drawer, he sat it inside with his collection of photos. Sitting it there only for the day, fully intending to bring it home. He could only imagine the look on your face when he showed it to you. In a small box in the side of your room together, sat some of the things for the baby that was too early to have a place for yet.

His younger sibling had went to the storage in the attic and sorted through all of their baby things to find ones of their own they wanted to pass down to the new baby. Toys from when Bran and Rickon were babies, a simple but small stuffed bear that Jon recalled Arya as a newborn being incredibly attached too, and a soft blanket that Jon recognized as Sansa’s favourite when she too was a newborn. Some of their favourites as a baby or toddler and they had wanted to pass them on. It meant the world to Jon, it really did. So instead of storing them away, he found a decorative box to sit on the floor where eventually he knew a cradle would fit perfectly. The wolf plush sat in with it, and now he knew he could add this charm toy along with it.

It was odd, in their own way the baby was bringing people together and yet in other ways it did the opposite. It drove Jon away from Robb, and it drove your family away from you. As much as it unified people on one side, the further did others get. Jon could glance now at the calendar on his desktop, his schedule all filled out and seeing the days you had classes that he wouldn’t be there for. If he hated himself more, he’d fill out the rest of it by specifying that Robb was taking you. Only to keep track of things, and yet with a deep sigh through his nose Jon let his mouse click over those days and type it in.

Jaw clenched as he did so. He didn’t want his brother thinking that this would be normal, that he’d be involved in your pregnancy the way Jon was to any close degree. You weren’t his, and neither was the baby in your belly. It wasn’t alright. He had to reign in that anger. Sam was always keen to pick up on such drastic mood changes from Jon and he certainly did not wish for that to happen. Jon didn’t really want to do anything to give Sam a reason to pry about that petty and unreasonable aspect of Jons psyche. He already wasn’t proud of it, but he was angry and stubborn enough of a man to know he wasn’t going to actually do anything about that.

He was right about one thing though, you loved it. Once he had gotten home finally, telling his family he and you would be a bit late coming down for supper he had let you open the box just as he did to find out before relaying the same details that his mates told him.

Only you were so much easier to read. Your eyes lit up so brightly, a smile not even bothering to hide painted across your lips as you turned and turned it. “Who knew they had such a sweet side.” Jon only grunted with a bit of amusement in his chest as he pressed a kiss to the side of your head. Muttering that you were only saying that because you didn’t have to spend days with them out in the wild and see how easy it was to want to throw them in a river then. You only glanced over to him with a playfulness, “Or perhaps that is just because you have a tendency to be a bit of a brute.” Opening his mouth to object, you swapped the toy into your other hand, freeing up one enough to point grab at the edge of your collar and pull it down more to expose the skin on your shoulder. The marks now fading, but still clear bruises from the last occasion Jon got a bit carried away.

Not that you were complaining, but it made Jon smirk all the same as he only leaned down to press the gentlest of kisses to the skill discoloured skin. Glancing up at you without fully raising his head with a rasp, “I’m sorry, darling.” About to tell him not to be, Jon cut you off by cupping the side of your cheek. Pulling you into his lips for a proper kiss, you leaned into him so easily.

Thumb running across your cheek, he pressed many smaller ones each and every time he himself tried to pull away. You made it so easy to keep kissing you. If he wasn’t so strict about ensuring you ate, Jon would’ve gently set the toy aside. Push you down onto the flat of his bed and hover over you, kiss you until both of you needed air together, which for Jon, could last quite a while. Pulling away, you nodded for him to get up with you. Walking to the other side of the room to place the toy right beside the wolf plush, you grabbed a longer, warm cardigan as Jon chuckled at you. Your eyes turning to him with a jest and yet still accusing doubt. “What?”

Jon only gestured to the cardigan before smiling a big in amusement. “It’s not even winter yet and you’re already cold.” Coming up to you, he placed his hands on your hips as you held him at the waist gently. “The baby stealing all your warmth?”

Shaking your head a bit with a hidden smile, you looked back up with bright eyes still. “Maybe you just need to keep me warm more this winter.”

A bright, loving smile came over him. Not bothering to answer yet as he leaned down to press another long, lingering kiss to your lips which stole your breath right from your lungs before he pulled away. His rasp or his kiss making you shiver, he couldn’t know. But he adored it all the same. “Aye, I do.” Turning you in his arms, he pushed you towards the door, “No more stalling. I know you’re hungry and won’t admit it.”

You had attempted to turn to look back at him and say you were fine, but changed your mind the second you made eye contact with his greys shining down at you knowingly. Only turning back with a shake of your head he guided you down the stairs and following into the main dining room. No one questioned what made you both late, all smart and correct to assume Jon wouldn’t tread on anything inappropriate seconds before bringing you out for dinner. But, as he pushed your chair in for you as you sat, Jon couldn’t help but notice Robb watching a little closer. Looking for those signs everyone else knew weren’t there.

His eyes scanned for marks, signs that anything had been gotten up to in that time. The possibility of a jealous brother made Jon ironically feel jealous if not possessive as the right word. He knew of course that you liked suppers like this. With everyone in one place, it took the pressure off of you from becoming the main discussion as chatter begun as food was served and passed around. Jons eyes every so often flickered to the side, making sure that you put enough of one thing on your plate before you passed it to Robb across from you.

Only, just as Jon felt the need to say something to you about how little you had yet, that possessiveness flared up from within. His dark eyes growing ever darker as he watched Robb with a teasing look gesture to your own plate, his tone matching which no one found suspect. “You sure you’re eating for two with only that?” Glancing down with a furrow in your brow your face fell flat at realizing what he meant. Mentioning that you had plenty of time to build more of an appetite. Only Robb again, had seemed to take up the conversation which normally happened in silence between Jon and you instead. “If they’re anything like one of us, you’re going to want to work on that real quick.”

There was chuckles at the table, your eyes flickering to a bemused Catelyn who confirmed as such that it would be something you’d have to adjust too no matter what. Robb as if to make a point, purposely reached over enough to put more on your plate to make a jesting scene of it as you just as joking but on a dissatisfied mocking face to jest your not true disapproval.

Jon watched for a second, his eyes on Robbs retreating figure back into his seat, himself still holding the next dish. Normally when Jon was trying to get you to eat more, he’d just serve for you but he knew if he did it now with more eyes currently on you, it would stand out. It would look almost like he was trying to one up Robb. Instead, with a more clenched grip Jon handed it to you and simply didn’t make any mention of the amount.

Robb was doing it in a joking way, but he didn’t know you like Jon did. He didn’t understand the deep rooted insecurity. Robb hadn’t gone with you to classes and appointments and see the weary manner which you eyed the much more pregnant women in a way that Jon knew meant you were worried about when you looked like that. He didn’t understand what Jon would do to ensure you never had to worry about that, not before, not after, but certainly not when you gaining weight was the healthiest thing for you and the baby. Robb didn’t know any of it.

He was throwing daggers in his eyes each time you and Robb laughed. You both spoke to each other a lot that dinner, and Jon hated every second of it. His gaze tearing away from his brother down along the table to find anything to distract himself. Only, he found himself meeting Arya’s face twisted slightly towards him. Gesturing to something without making it noticeable, Jons face only scrunched not knowing what she was trying to convey.

Her eyes flickered towards Robb, then back to her lap then Jon again, and he connected the dots. His hands rising up ever so slightly palms out to show nothing, he knew she picked up on that he meant he didn’t have his phone with him presently, so whatever she was secretly trying to message him to say wasn’t going to be read now. If Arya could’ve sighed dramatically, she would’ve. Instead keeping it internal as she gave a little tilt to say to talk to her later. Jon nodded, knowing at least the two of them still spoke their own strange silent language. Especially when it was Arya with something on her mind she wanted to talk about.

The meal went smooth for everyone that wasn’t him. All Jon could focus on what the way Robb looked at you. That look he knew so well if just because it was the one Jon had given you for half your life, if not the entire time at least Jon had been there. There was something wanting yes, but moreso wide eyed and lovesick, something that affection dripped from without the understanding of how obvious it would be to any but you.

In moments such as this, Jon truly wished that Theon were here as a buffer. He and you would consistently get lost in a conversation and Jon wouldn’t here have to constantly watch his brother look at you and wish it was him in Jons position. Which, he knew Robb was thinking that. Why wouldn’t he?

Jon could not imagine looking at you in anyway close to the way he did and not want to envision a future together that was bound by blood. Not in an archaic sort of manner, no. But blood as in, the life you created together. The alternate version of Jons life where everything that happened between you and him, but with you and Robb, he hated it. He didn’t even know why he was unable to get rid of those thoughts. They were haunting him, tormenting him, mocking him as if to say that he was going to wake up at any moment and discover this was all a falsehood and a farce.

He was worked up, his muscles felt tense and an energy that was not pleasant needed to go somewhere but he didn’t know what. At least sensing Arya’s eyes on him, Jon muttered to you gently that he was just going to talk to Arya about something. If you picked up on his tense state, you thankfully said nothing yet. Not that he’d expect you too, you normally knew how to handle Jons tense moments.

You’d wait to see first if he came to you himself, opened up. Then if not, you were simply sweet on him. Reminded him in other ways you were there for him and it always prompted Jon to relax and open up, remembering why he didn’t like hiding things from you in the first place. But for now, Jon didn’t want you around him when he was this worked up about something so directly involved with you. You’d mistaken it for you doing something, but too, he also needed to get this out of his system, because neither did Jon wish for you to clue into that it was Robb about you he was mad with. That wasn’t an ideal scenario either.

Seeing Arya on the back porch, Jon turned to look where the main living space was. Calling out knowing he’d sense the intention from his tone alone, “Ghost.” And there, the scurry of the direwolf to his feet. Shaking out his fur and trotting over to him right away. Were wolves able to smile, there would be one on his face right now. Beckoning him to follow, the moment he let the glass door slide open, Ghost darted out with barks loud on his person.

All but leaping down to the ground off the porch where Nymeria was running around. Within seconds as he closed the door behind him, you could hear playful barking as the two begun to chase and snap at each other. At least he thought, unlike Arya, Nymeria was Ghost’s size and could hold her own against him in a playful fight.

Walking up to the porch, Jon rested his arms across his chest. Both of them just watching the direwolves for a while. He didn’t need to start the conversation, if she wanted to speak this privately he knew it was likely a conversation he wouldn’t like. The moment she opened her mouth, his suspicions became confirmed instantly. “What do you think he’s going to do?” Jon said nothing, as if silence was an adequate response to the question. Turning to look more at him, Arya’s tone wasn’t genuine curiosity but more a pedantic rhetorical one that she still expected Jon to answer. “You know what I’m talking about. What exactly do you even think Robbs going to do?”

“Nothing.”

Did he himself think that? Or did a wolf much like the one of his own he watched in the distance just give the answer he thought was no doubt expected of him. Arya didn’t buy it, naturally. “So why were you staring daggers at him the entire time?” Jon muttered that he wasn’t, and it was blatantly obvious between them that in this case, Jon was not good at lying. Rolling her eyes, she turned to match his stance. Arms crossed over her own chest, a scowl moreso frustrated on her then troubled on him. Her voice a bit lower, more serious but still held a familiar sound of talking down as if he were an idiot. “When has Robb ever been that person?”

The silence was painful. That question wasn’t rhetorical, but Jon knew any answer other then the truth was being unfair. “He hasn’t. But we’ve also never liked the same girl before.” Repeating the word like, with much more of a scoff, Jon turned to look over at her. “What?”

But the frustration as much as it sat so clearly on her tone, it didn’t shine yet as prominent in her eyes. “I think it’s a bit passed like, Jon. She’s pregnant. What is Robb going to do? Be a home wrecker? In his own home to his own brother?” Whatever words Jon had on his lips died as she cut him off. That frustration once more returning to cut him with the edge in which she spat it out with. “You two fought, why can’t you just let that be it?”

He sighed deeply through his nose. He wished he had a good answer to that, but he didn’t. Jon took his time to answer, and at least as testy as Arya could be, she knew much like you, and much like their father not to rush Jon to answer when he was this silent. Looking down, he uncrossed his arms. Stepping forward enough to brace each hand against the top railing of the porch banister. His eyes more wide as he looked up to the sky now so dim it could be described as dark, and just above the trees a near half moon lighting everything up around it.

Jon could only wonder how beautiful of a sight it once was, in an age where light didn’t hide out the amount of stars in the sky. He imagined Arya would’ve enjoyed that more then what little she could get even here. He imagined Kings Landing was the worst. Likely you could see the moon and nothing more with how dense it would be and lit up at night.

But it was watching that moon and what stars he could find, that calmed his blood more. Something filling him as he inhaled deeply through his nose, the air cool and crisp in autumn still. His voice was softer, more rasping with something distant behind it lost in thought, but not angry or dismissive. Your name coming from his lips. “I bought her a ring before she was even pregnant.” He could feel his little sisters eyes firmly on him, but he just watched what he could of the night sky. “I’ve always known she was it for me. Even before we started dating, I knew it was her. It always would be. I could find a girl I like, settle down, be happy, but as long as she was in my life..it wouldn’t be enough. Watching her disappear when she dated Tanner, and then just when I got her out of it, I watched her trade one nightmare for another.”

He’d never forget the day he met that rat, and he would always remember how Ramsay knew instantly what Jon felt for you. And what he did to torment him personally about it. But he spoke none of that outloud. No one still knew but the two of them, that he’d mock Jon with the sounds of him fucking you just to make his life worse. He didn’t tell you before and he wouldn’t now. But that didn’t mean that it made this easier.

“I never expected anything. I wasn’t waiting for the right time to jump in, I accepted what I was to her. Just her best friend, but we’re more then that now. And we always will be. But this is the one thing I have thats mine, the one thing that wasn’t Robbs first. Finally, I’m first and I want to be her last and I can’t stand watching Robb knowing that somewhere in his head, he wishes that he could be her last instead. That some part of him wants her even now.” Arya had listened silently. Taking in his words, and she too was quiet for a while trying to think of anything close to the right words.

“They’re not going away.” Clarifying before he could even ask, “Robbs feelings. They aren’t going away. I don’t know what to do, but you can’t hate him. I know you don’t hate him and you know that too, but you can’t keep acting like it. It’s not helping.” He knew that, and Jon had no idea how to pretend to stop feeling angry at Robbs feelings or acts of jealousy, nor how long it would event take for that pretending to bleed into actual acceptance and move on from it.

That felt like a lifetime away.

Sighing out, Jon let his head drop. Eyes closing for only a moment before he trailed upwards to once more watch Ghost and Nymeria. Now much more off in the distance, he expected they’d come back rather late and much to Catelyn and Sansa’s dismay, both likely in need of a bath. Arya took him off guard, even having told her minutes ago, she took him off guard. “When are you going to ask?” That time when he turned to glance at her in confusion, she truly was looking at him like he was an idiot as she said your name. “Her, stupid. When are you going to propose to her? You said you bought the ring, and there’s no better time, right?”

Brows narrowing, Jon considered it. Asking, he was so close to asking only a few short weeks ago and yet here he was. It was completely different now, even though, it wasn’t. He could wait until everyone went to bed, crawl into bed with you and ask you just laying next to each other under the covers and you’d say yes. But, he had enough sense to know better. Just for now, he wouldn’t be asking with the right intention.

He would always ask because he loves you, but he didn’t want to also ask, because he was possessive and wanted to lay a final claim to you. That proof could come soon enough when your belly would begin to swell, marriage could wait until it felt as if he wasn’t being hasty. “I’m not. At least not yet.” Arya’s ask of why was calm and genuine. “I waited my whole life for her, I can wait a little while longer to cross the finish line.”

Pushing upwards to two feet properly, Arya followed. Turning to look up at him, that frustration now tinged with something else. Jon hadn’t said much, but with her, he didn’t always need to. They could read each other well, well enough she picked up tonight something it seemed no one else had to talk to him about it. “Just trust him. His feelings aren’t going away, so you’re going to have to get used to it, and trust he won’t do anything.”

Arya didn’t say anything else. Going back inside to the warmth without waiting for him. Looking down at his feet, Jon sighed deeply as one hand came up to pinch at the bridge of his nose. Turning back to once again brace against the banister railing. Legs somewhat bent backwards as he looked back up at the moon.

This was supposed to be between him and Robb. The casualty Jon knew was going to be painful, was you being in the middle, something both brothers had been trying to avoid. But with the fight in the driveway, and Jon growing colder and colder towards only Robb in particular, he knew he was putting everyone else in your position was well. They were too casualties by proxy.

He didn’t want to turn it into him or Robb, divide his siblings and family into thinking thats what this all boiled down to when it was so much more complicated then that. And if Arya noticed already, it was only a matter of time before everyone else noticed too. And certain people might not be as amicable to hearing Jon out then Arya was.

And yet, as he came back inside, Jon found you in the kitchen with Robb. He wasn’t doing anything wrong, the two of you just joking about something as he’d seen you do thousands of times. Putting you and everyone else in the line of fire with his jealousy, and yet, it didn’t go away. That urge remained to yank you to his side and tell Robb to leave you be from now on as if you were an object. He didn’t want to be that way, and in truth, Jon had no idea where that side of him came from.

This kind of anger, this kind of possessive obsession didn’t at all feel like something that came from his Stark side. Whoever his mother had been, possessive was not the word he would wish to describe her as, but he came to no other conclusion. Something in his blood that wasn’t Stark, was making him look at you with something dark and territorial and no amount of his sense as a man was letting that go away.

And yet the moment Jon turned, himself coming into view did you clearly catch him at the side of your vision, turning to face him more without a second thought and half of his inner turmoil melted away. Your eyes bright and soft as you looked at him, it hadn’t been long even since he had seen you and yet you looked at him as such. It was simply your natural reaction, something within you always excited to see him as he was you, even with Robb standing so close.

Telling himself not to ruin the moment, Jon muttered your name with something gentle yet playful in his tone. “How about you take advantage of no one using the water, before you go to shower like last night and they’ve used up all the hot water?”

A knowing look came over you, shaking your head slightly in what he knew was exasperated amusement. Sharing a glance with Robb, you likely didn’t pick up on the ever so slightly tense shift in his demeanour, nodding for you to go on. Jon gently turned along with you to guide you out of the kitchen to the stairwell, but not quite before having a pause. Looking at Robb with something more narrowing in his brows, his brother watching with his own sharper expression right back that neither of them spoke on.

Nor did they need too. The silence was all the tension needed to know what was going unsaid still forth. Catching up to you more, Jon following into the bedroom closing and locking the door behind him. Your person already having moved towards the dresser where the mirror was, pulling your hair in front of you to begun pulling out the ties keeping the braids all together and slowly undoing them. Jons hands naturally, itched at the urge to do it for you.

Coming up behind you, his hands grasped at yours, pulling them down to your sides as you let a small huff of a laugh out. “I can-”

Only interrupting you with a more cheeky grin, Jon begun more easily undoing the braids from his advantage right behind you. “Can do it yourself, I know. Hasn’t stopped me so far though.” He could see in the reflection, you resisting the urge to tilt your head in bemused agreement and he appreciated that he preferred you stand still for this part. The less you moved, the less likely Jon was to accidentally tug at your hair too hard. He hadn’t in years, not since he was still practising as children, but he wouldn’t risk starting it now.

Each strand coming loose, Jon helped smooth it out by running his fingers down the length, always slowing at the feeling of a tangle and using both hands to unravel it before continuing. It took longer and longer for this process to continue the longer you both were together. Jon started as he normally did, just enjoying your hair even from before you were together, but as the months passed the longer Jon used excuses to stay at your hair before all together dropping the pretense. He simply loved running his hands through your hair and he felt no reason to hide that by now.

Satisfied for now, Jon worked right away. Grasping the edge of your shirt, you helped him by moving your arms enough he could pull it up off of you, his hands only pausing just long enough at your breasts to dig his fingers under the fabric of you sports bra and gently pull it up off with everything else. Dropping it by your feet to handle later, you stood bare chested in front of his mirror. His hands not wasting time, yet, smoothing down your sides before undoing your jeans without so much as a need to pay attention to unbuttoning them. Once more, his hands slunk into your underwear and grasped hold, pulling it all down in one go. Kneeling behind you, guiding your legs to pull each pant off, while keeping you nice and steady against his grip as he did so.

The moment he stood, you turned to face him, not bound by his hands loving to keep you in front of him in this way. You spared no time, pulling his own shirt up and off. Only you must have either sensed his tense feelings radiating between he and Robb, or you were simply more soft then usual. Your hands drifted up his chest to press high against his torso, leaning to press your lips to his. Instantly cupping your cheeks, Jon pulled you closer. Deepening the kiss which you started, a greed yet satisfied hum leaving him as you sighed into his lips.

This was clearly what both of you needed if for different reasons. He had to remind himself, you were pregnant. He knew that meant things about your mood and needs would begin to change and that you might seek him out more. Not that Jon would ever struggle let alone reject your want for affection, but he knew to take advantage of that need while he would have the chance. Wrapping an arm around your bare waist, Jon pulled you close, his hand at your cheek moving more to your jaw to tilt you up to meet his lips. Kissing you over and over, as your hands slid downwards.

He felt you at the belt of his jeans, but taking a bit too long you must have needed to see. Pulling way, Jon instead preoccupied himself with kissing down your neck. Your shaking exhale beautiful in his ears as you now had a better angle at which to pay attention to his belt, opening enough to as well undo his jeans before trying to push the fabric down a bit. You wanted him to let you go so you could take them off, but a chuckle came to him before he could stop it.

Pulling way, he grinned at your narrowed expression without any explanation. Turning you, Jon more playfully pushed you towards the bathroom door with a mutter. “Set it to however warm you like.” You would need no more explanation, he liked it hotter then you could handle, so he would let you now set it to whatever you wanted. If he wanted a hot shower alone he could have that anytime, it was simply having you in the shower that he sought out more now. That was his main goal, having his girl in the shower with him to take care of as he liked.

Gentle sounds of water begun filling the air, the door partially open from the washroom, Jon first glanced over with wider eyes to ensure you were not looking. Crossing over to a cabinet of his own, he knelt down opening it. Digging through one thing then another, he knew it was tucked away safely but he had to check. Or moreso, he simply wanted to see it, needed to. He leaned forward a bit so he wouldn’t have to pull it out into the open to get a better look, instead only raising it up enough that he could look it over.

Hearing you still pattering about in the other room, he could tell by the distance of the muffle that you were not anywhere near view of the door luckily. He considered it. Truly, he did. He had all of the confidence that if he were to walk in there right now and give it to you, what you would say. But, would he be asking because now felt right? Or because that very wolf within him was angry that Robb was so close to what was his with a wanting in his eyes, even if you could not detect it yourself.

The conflict twisted in his stomach. Wrapping it back up, he let it sit right back in it’s hiding spot. He couldn’t ask you now. He would just be trying to keep you with him by any means necessary instead of asking because you were ready. That was his promise to himself when he bought it, that Jon would not ask you before he knew you were ready. He could be ready right now, and you would say yes right now, but saying yes and being ready were not always the same thing to such a large question.

This was not one act or request, it was a lifelong commitment and despite a darker feeling within trying to convince him otherwise, Jon was a better man then that and did not wish to act on such darkness anyways. Closing everything back up, Jon pushed up onto his feet properly, taking his jeans off the rest of the way before finally making his way into the other room.

Warm steam begun filling the room in a comforting way, you no doubt turning the water up just slightly higher then you preferred it, trying to accommodate Jon as much as Jon wanted to accommodate you. Shaking his head slightly, he at least could too smile seeing you had already gotten in. Pulling the curtain back gently, you turned back almost about to cover yourself up.

A brow raised as he nodded down to your hands hovering over about to hide, the grin on his face was palpable in how teasing it was. His voice might have been more on the side of flat, but your own face falling flat too spoke that you picked up on his mocking with ease. “I think we’re long passed that.”

Your face attempted to steel itself as to not form into a grin, and when failed you simply turned to face away from him. Letting the water run over your front. Coming right up behind you, Jon grabbed your hips. Carefully stepping into you so his back pressed against your chest, running up and down the smooth but now water kissed skin his palms found. Leaning down to your neck, Jon pressed his lips there with a touch like like a feather, but a rasp deep and soothing in your ear as too it sent a shiver down your spine. “Let me do you first.”

Not letting you answer, Jon reached over your shoulder. Pausing as his hand was about to grab at your soap before moving to the shelf upwards with his own things. Your laugh heard over the water as you watched him, but unlike what you might have done months ago, question him on it, you simply understood in your own way. Jon liked when you smelt like him, even if it was just with his soap.

Carefully running the cloth over you, each stroke over your skin gentle for a man like him and yet his eyes were narrow paying attention. One would think the slightest of too much pressure put on your skin would have you shatter by his level of tender care. It was also one of the only tasks Jon could do so close to your bare form with nothing to hide his view, and he wouldn’t let it distract him. Making sure all of you was washed over, he only pushed upwards to unhook the shower head. Muttering for you to turn around for him, he started with your back down before getting you to face him as he rinsed the rest of the soap off as well.

A satisfaction in his chest at how already he could pick up his own scent on you even just here. Your hands grasped at his waist as he reached to put the shower head back, Jon meeting your bright eyes as he returned. The water making your hair flat and heavy and enough mist coming his own way that it tamed and dampened his own curls. One hand ran along your upper arm, his other moved higher. His fingertips trailing across your cheek before tilting your head up by the chin.

Did Jon even need to say more? Your eyes fluttered shut first, lips parting for him slightly as he closed the gap. Capturing your lips in a kiss, the fingers by your chin slid backwards. Raking through your soaked hair to pull you closer, Jon deepening the kiss the very second you stepped up to him. Your arms wrapped around the back of his neck, trailing high to rake through his curls. Almost just as he was doing for you earlier, accepting his kiss but massaging his scalp with your nails. Just scratching along enough a shiver ran through his blood warming him with need.

One hand grasping at your hip, Jon turned you in place. Pressing you up against the wall of the shower, his body pressed tightly against yours as his lips kissed you deeper and rougher. Feeling himself bite into your lips as an aggression grew and grew, only increased tenfold as your arms wrapped around him more, nails threatening to dig into his back.

Risking to near bruise your hip, Jon, didn’t bother to hide how hard he grew, how you would feel every second of it knowing that there was only once place his mind could trail towards, and at least in here, alone with only the two of you, that possessiveness needn’t come out in aggression or anger, but in a true need.

A particular harsh bite to your lips, you gasped into him, breath stolen by Jon but too interrupted in every way as he took advantage. Sliding his tongue into your mouth, he stepped up closer to tower over you more, his other hand reaching up to grasp at your jaw. Tilting you up to be angled perfectly to simply let go and allow him to control it. Brushing his tongue against yours, never allowing you even the chance to explore back no matter how much he felt in your grasp, in your shake, in the whine hiding in the back of your throat that you wanted too, and yet would let Jon control it.

Confident you’d stay where he placed you for now, Jon let the hand on your jaw move. Slide through the wet strands of hair at the back of your head, sifting his fingers through he get a good hold. Were he not tasting the inside of your mouth with greed, he may have more directly noticed how much you melted into his touch before he even did anything. Grasping your hair was an act enough alone to get you worked up, knowing even the slightest tug could have you wanting to press your thighs together, but here, you didn’t need too.

Tearing his lips from yours, he heard you gasp but thought little of it as he felt his teeth baring in need to sink into your soft skin, seeking out out sensitive neck. Biting down with something raw behind it, your body arched into his as you gasped so beautifully high pitched for him. Your hands holding onto him tighter yet scared to carve into the muscles of his back as if he’d ever tell you to not do whatever you needed with him. It was a pain you so seldom scratched along him and yet Jon craved every second of it. How much he could look at the healing lines and be reminded that it was a need he gave to you alone.

Soothing the rough touches with presses of his lips, before letting his tongue brush over once more. Though not to heal further, as if marking down the continued path he was to bite down into, sucking at the skin until he knew it would bruise and mark before he’d let up. His cock heavy and throbbing as you continued to call out, your breasts bare pressed up against him. His hand on your hip slid upwards, none to smoothly, just out of an urgency to grasp roughly at your breast.

A growl let into your neck, at how perfect they were for his hands. How yet they’d grow in the coming months and even then they still would be perfect for him because they were part of you. Not just the form of a girl he felt for being pregnant was what was doing it, no, Jon knew you were special. The girl he’d looked at with a wanting innocent and otherwise almost half of his life, over half of his life. You had wandered shyly into his home at the age of eight and Jon never looked back and here you both were.

Barley able to pull from your lips, your eyes were still sealed shut even as you heaved to catch your breath as Jon did, his own grey eyes dark as they stared at you, tearing down your body more until he let go of your breast. His hand with more intention, but tilting your head up to meet his eyes as the sudden motion was enough for yours to flutter open. A tender wonder for only a moment lasted before something wanting and yet endearingly shy came over you, in the mere seconds it took for your brain to catch up to his intention.

Two fingers pressed roughly against your clit, were his hold of you by your hair not so firm, you’d have jumped along with the pretty gasp you too let out. Knowing he wanted your eyes on him, but Jon wouldn’t match it right away. Instead, he looked down, watching your legs as they stood there, trying to to shake already, feeling your hands on his shoulders now trying to not hold on too tight as he rubbed tight circles into you.

He worked you up as a musician could an instrument they had long since become an expert on, he didn’t even need to think about how to bring you the most pleasure, it was second nature. The moment in any way you became his, Jons lesson of life was to learn every single inch of your frame and every single thing which made you wanting and needing and drew you closer to an orgasm and he would exploit it without a second thought.

The slightest hitch in your breath, knowing to the second how close he had brought you to the edge already, Jon leaned forward. His nose nudging slightly at yours as he watched your eyes flutter closed once more, moving with him in the way he could much more gently capture your lips. A sound not even he could tell if was a moan or a cry or even just a sigh filled his mouth from yours as something pleasurable came through you, his gentle touch a perfect harmony to the rougher one at your clit.

Not even deepening his kiss, the moment Jon sensed it, he refused you in the final seconds to finish before those same two fingers slid down. Was it merely being surrounded by water or were you truly this wet for him already? Jon desperately hoped for the later. Some words spoke that women possibly were more needing when pregnant then before, and once more Jon felt his cock throb at the thought.

He wanted you all the time, he could hold himself back, but it never made wanting you the way he did any less intense. It was why when he had you alone, Jon could take you as often as he did. He would wait as long as you needed, years even to be with you this way but the very second he had you just like this, holding back was something he would struggle with immensely.

Dragging along your sensitive walls as he felt you soak and clench around them. His kiss interrupted by his own smirk as the whine finally was pulled. The water beside you both impeded on his ability to hear how soaked you were, but he could feel it. He could turn the water off right now, pull out of you and show you how much you coated him already. Pressing you further into the wall as much as he could, Jon refused himself to pick the pace up, to keep it steady, keep you on that edge instead of allowing you to fall over it and you wanted it too.

As sick as Jon sometimes felt for enjoying not letting you cum, you trusted him enough to not disobey that and it made his head spin. That trust felt almost unearned, only months he’d been with you this way, and in that time he had been far from perfect, but you took that trust for him from nearly a lifetime and never second guessed directing it towards him in this way. He had accidentally gotten you pregnant after spending weeks obsessing over that very thought, and you still trusted him.

You couldn’t know for sure he didn’t do this on purpose, but you trusted him regardless. Something Robb would never understand, the kind of trust you had in Jon and why he would rather die then take advantage of that trust for his own gain separate of you. His wants were you, not in spite of you.

Muttering against your lips, Jon could feel your shaking breath with each word he muttered against them, “Turn around for me, darling.” Nodding yes, Jon stole one last kiss before helping you turn. Pulling his fingers out and pressing a kiss to your forehead as you winced even at that loss alone.

He preferred you to face him, wanting to kiss you, watch your beautiful eyes on his but in the shower, he knew he could keep you so much more steady if he pressed your front into the shower wall, rather then hold you up in a balance and not harm you. It wasn’t just you at risk now, and if he was not willing to let you slip and hurt yourself then he wasn’t going to harm the little one now. No matter how much you tried to argue they were so small it wouldn’t matter.

Your body leaned back against his, seeking out the warmth that he gave off unique to the hot water still raining above you both. Your legs parted more, stance wider for him as you held at Jons forearm which slunk around your front to hold you against him. Only moving his length enough to properly brush between your soaked legs, Jon pressed a lingering but tender kiss to the skin just below your ear, hearing your breath take pause as he took his time.

Not rushing as he slowly slid inside of you. Watching with dark, hooded eyes as yours fell closed, as your head dropped and too did your lips part in a silent gasp. The manner which he stretched you was something else, it was as if each time he was moulding you to fit him, to fit his length to be made for him and ensure no one else had a right to try and change that. If a name and face which would want to do same came to Jons mind, he refused to let it develop into a full thought. Instead choosing to focus on gently shushing your whines with his soothing rasp in your ear. His thick cock dragging against your clenching, warm and soaking walls as you somehow were a balance of tight enough his teeth gritted but yet somehow gave no resistance. The thrust slow and slick but smooth and tight you had him use his now free other hand to hold at your hip, knowing already he was creating bruises in the shape of his fingertips to match the other.

You would never know if Jon was going to start slow and take you rough the moment he slid inside of you, or if he would work you up fast and needing but take his time once he got to it. He was wild and unpredictable and not with purpose, his need for you simply varied to every extreme and he refused not to explore it. Instead, he filled you completely, pulling his lips from your skin only enough to hear a whine come through the shaking exhale.

As much as his own blood boiled in his veins, Jon huffed a laugh as a gentle smile came over him. Your eyes not even catching it but hoping your ears could hear it, which you always could. A flush coming over your chest which Jon himself could not see but just like you, knew was there. His murmur in your ear making you clench around him, as he so slowly begun to move back out of you, only just enough to feel you tense before he couldn’t help himself and thrust back as deep as you could take him. “Breathe for me.”

Nodding, he knew you must be lightheaded, kept on the edge more then once now and so full, telling yourself not to let go right away. If the feeling of your cunt so wet and tight around his cock wasn’t fogging up Jons mind he might have had the thought of how adorable he found it that you always tried to hold off until you knew for sure his teasing was over. Never pushing his limits, never begging, never acting the brat, instead trusting he knew what to do with you.

So he kept a slow pace, moving in and out of you never speeding up and never growing rough. Forcing you to feel every single inch slide inside of you, imprinting the feeling of his cock so it stayed with you like a phantom come the morning. “Jon..” Nodding against you, Jon pressed his forehead against the back of your hair, your bodies moving slowly together like waves never pressured to pick the pace up.

Something most men would consider torturous were you to handle them at this pace on your own, but no, Jon was the one keeping you this way. The manner which your nails dug into his forearm, how your breath shook with every inhale and each exhale accompanied by a cry or a moan or a whine as Jon filled you over and over. Knowing how much you were holding back against that warm tightening he was creating inside of you.

Only shifting enough so you didn’t think he was pulling way from you, Jons hand moved enough so that as his hips thrust inside of you barley enough to even call it a real pace, his large, rough hand pressed firmly against your stomach. Your skin so soft perfect for him, he had every inch of you memorized but here he would do it again. Marking your stomach to memory, so that the very second you begun to grow and swell with his child he could watch it. Jon had a long list of ways to take you to admire you growing pregnant the further along you got.

He knew you’d be nervous, he knew you’d be self conscious as to your size and Jons head dropped to your shoulder with a grunt not knowing the words to explain he didn’t care if you ever were this size again as long as you were pregnant with his child. His grunts grew to growls as he didn’t go rougher, but picked up the pace more. Water going from hot down to warm as it still splashed against you both, Jon growled as he knew it got in the way of hearing the soaked sound of his cock sinking deep into your cunt. But he’d take you in the bed once finished here, he was not done. One was never enough, he always wanted you.

He wanted you to have this baby, have more, create a little family, a pack of your own making together and so he could bring out that ring he was hiding from you and ensure it would be you and him forever no matter what. But he held off, he bit down harder, leaving indents of his teeth into your shoulders as you cried out. He’d ask you here and now if he hadn’t talked himself down from it earlier.

But he knew he had to come up with a plan, otherwise any time his cock was so deep inside of you, he could slip up and ask you at any point. And he still might even with such control, you were more then the mother of his child but that did not make it any better.

Faster and faster he thrust inside of you, “Hands against the wall.” Not commanded, but the tone an order all the same. You nodded, with cries wanting to leave you, bracing yourself against the wall as Jon shifted. Grabbing both of your hips and steadying himself Jon thrust faster and faster. His hips slapping more loudly into your ass, the skin echoing off the walls and back to his ears as your cries increased. Everything in him drew burning hot as he came closer and he knew you had no idea how loud you were, nothing but beautiful gasps and whines and begs of his name you didn’t even know you were letting out.

But he fucked you again and again, sinking inside completely each time before he knew you were losing it. Clenching so tightly around his cock, Jon growled shamelessly into the air as he thrust now harder and harder. Each slam of his hips pulling a loud moan from you before your muscles tensed and seized around him. Cunt clenching him so tightly but before you could question yourself, Jon pressed his chest into your back. Sinking as deep as he could, his hands tight on your hips as he dragged you back against his cock to fill you deep as he could.

Your cunt practically begged him to finish inside of you, and he obliged. There weren’t many places Jon would want his seed to spill, but inside of you was almost always one of them. Groaning your name as your silent moans haunted him. Thick ropes of his seed filled you, pressing close against you until you let out a loud sound at how sensitive you were. Jon for now, had given you all he had and you took it perfectly.

He’d keep you there for a while. His arms easing you back into the world by wrapping around you, before even thinking of pulling out. Eventually turning you to face him once he did as you fell into him, accepting his kiss not caring as you had little breathe to even hold out on. Jons hand running down the length of your soaked hair over and over as you wrapped out arms around his back and shoulders once more.

Moments like this, Jon could forget the rest of the world and have only you exist as you did the same with him. Just wrapped up in one another, with a baby now growing between you. He could for now, not obsess over the ring he had hidden for you, the one he bought before you were even pregnant. The one he wanted to give you already but held off to keep you comfortable at your own pace. But he would soon take you to the bed, lay you out properly and take you over and over then too, far later into the night then he should’ve kept you awake. As if marking his territory all over again, trying to tune out the sight he had not let himself think about.

The sight you had no idea, of how often Jon had watched Robbs eyes turn to an angry jealousy the moment he trailed them to your not yet showing, pregnant stomach. It made Jon angry, furious, but when the baby was born and it looked the perfect mix between Jon and you, he could rub it in Robbs face as much as he wanted then.

Jon hoped his father was right, and Robb would get over this, but they were both wolves. And wolves did not back down from a fight easily, certainly not when it came to a perfect mate like you being the creature of wanting between the two of them.

He wouldn’t just marry you to make his point to tell Robb to back off, but Jon certainly wanted this baby to make that point for him.

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Fixing the Feeder

“Who’s that?” Hendrix asked his new friends as he gazed around the gay venue he was visiting for the first time. Having recently moved here for his job, Hendrix had arrived alone that night and quickly started introducing himself to the group of men who seemed most likely to visit the club on a regular basis. The guy he was asking about was clearly very attractive, with a tall, slender frame and pretty face. However, that wasn’t the reason why Hendrix’s interest had been piqued. It was the fact that such a handsome guy stood all alone and, unless Hendrix had been very much mistaken, he’d just seen him checking out a couple of the softer chubs in the corner.

Collectively, the guys all pulled a face. “That’s Felix!” one replied. “We don’t talk to him.”

Hendrix’s face lit up with intrigue; the cogs in his head were already whirring.

“He dated Lee, one of our friends,” another explained to Hendrix. “He was already quite a big guy, but he absolutely ballooned when he was with Felix.”

“And you think Felix was the reason for that?” Hendrix asked, pleased that his predictions had been exactly right.

“Definitely!” jumped in another. “We could all see what he was up to, with his cream cakes and fast food. Then, the moment we convinced Lee to go for the gastric band, Felix finished with him, just like that!”

“Oh, really?” Hendrix asked, taking another look over at the pretty boy in question. “That’s not cool,” he agreed. “So you think he’s a feeder, huh?”

“We know he’s a feeder,” came the swift reply. “And now everyone else does. He can’t hide it any more.”

“So you’re able to warn those you see him getting close to?” Hendrix smirked, knowing that he had chosen the exact right people to make friends with that night in order to learn all he could about the crowds in here.

“Absolutely!” they all nodded, like a team of justice warriors; their cold stares fixed firmly on Felix; the enemy walking amongst them.

“Well, well… it sucks to be you!” Hendrix chuckled as he headed to the bar an hour or so later and caught Felix on his own once more. He smirked at the guy, knowing he himself had already picked up the number of a deliciously doughy-looking chub he’d seen Felix staring longingly at earlier. “You’re about as popular as herpes around here,” he stated without sympathy.

“It won’t last forever,” Felix replied, seeming to instinctively know that he was talking with a kindred spirit after eyeballing Hendrix flirting with the fat boy he had been so keen on. “People soon forget these things.”

Hendrix couldn’t help but laugh at Felix’s naivety. “I don’t think they do,” he scoffed. “Dumping your boyfriend because he was going for a gastric band? You exposed yourself to everyone,” he explained unsympathetically. “Sure, they may have had suspicions before about you being a feeder, but you made damn sure to give them the final nail to seal your coffin.”

Felix grunted bitterly, but he couldn’t deny the truth of what Hendrix was saying. “So, that means more fat boys for you then, huh?” he asked. “Your biggest competition has been eliminated from the game.”

Smirking once more, Hendrix looked Felix up and down. Yes, the boy was handsome, but it was Hendrix’s upper body strength that made sure he never lost out when it came to picking up the guys he wanted. Felix thought of himself as his competition? In Hendrix’s experience, guys always chose the ‘muscle stud’ over the ‘pretty boy’ every time. He collected his drinks, heading straight back to the fat boy he planned to take home later, looking back over his shoulder to ensure that Felix was watching as he placed a hand on the chub’s deliciously soft, under-exercised butt: the first of many fatties that he planned to fuck around here.

The next day, Hendrix squirted a little extra aftershave on himself as he got ready for his new job. He already knew that he was going to smash it. He’d consistently been the most successful car salesman since his second month at the last dealership he’d worked at. Now, moving up to the higher end of the market, the commission he was about to start earning would at last give him the life he deserved. Tight pants never hurt, nor shirts that showed off his excellent muscular physique. It was a fine balance, making himself look handsome enough to attract the female market, yet with a clear muscular athleticism that would encapsulate how the male customers aspired to be and ensure that they felt free to talk sports with him as he guided them towards a hefty sale.

Nothing had surprised Hendrix on that first day, apart from the identity of the pretty-looking dude, sitting in the accountancy office. It couldn’t be, surely? Felix, the fallen feeder, worked here too? He’d smirked and shaken the guy’s hand, keeping up the pretense that they had never met before. What a small world they lived in, he laughed to himself, staring back over his shoulder from the main floor and noticing that Felix was staring back through the glass walls that separated him from where the real work happened.

The mechanics in the back were friendly enough, if a little quick to grumble about how the site was managed. But Hendrix was a natural at smooth talk and soon ingratiated himself with them all. Within two hours of being there, he’d made his first sale: a company record.

It wasn’t until Day 4 that the new golden boy, Hendrix, found himself unaccompanied as he grabbed a coffee from the back room. That was when Felix crept in. “Hello again,” the man smiled, as if pleased that they were both able to speak freely at last. “How did things go with the chub after you left on Saturday?”

Hendrix laughed as he poured himself a cup from the machine; of course that was going to be Felix’s first question to him. “Pretty good!” he nodded, turning back around. “That doughy ass took a good pounding and there was plenty of decent back fat to grab onto.” He closed his eyes for a second, emphasising how perfect the memory of it was. “His whole body jiggled beautifully.”

Felix seemed to flush with arousal at the thought, surprised at how immediately open Hendrix was about it all. “Lucky you!” he mumbled.

“The foreplay was nice too,” Hendrix continued. “I squirted a can of cream over places and made him lick it all off,” he boasted. “Let’s just say… fat boy was VERY good at that part!”

“You like to feed them as well?” Felix asked, his eyes alert, as if this was the most important conversation he would have all day.

“Of course,” Hendrix nodded. “It’s rule number one in my book,” he explained. “When you fuck chubs, you’ve always gotta leave them a little bit fatter and softer for the next guy.”

Felix swallowed. “I hope that next guy is me,” he mumbled.

Once again, Hendrix chuckled, patronisingly patting Felix on his butt. “It won’t be!” he smirked. “After your little stunt, all the fatties know to stay well away from you.”

Sighing, it was somehow very obvious that Felix was turned on and frustrated. “I’ve gotta find some way to fix this,” he rambled, seeming as if he might burst if he didn’t get some fat boy action soon.

“Well, I don’t know what to tell you,” Hendrix gloated, putting his coffee on the table and throwing his large, muscular body down onto the couch, before fixing his hands at the back of his head and relaxing. “You’re just going to have to move somewhere very far away, where no one knows you,” he teased.

“How jiggly was his butt?” Felix asked next, sitting down with him and keen to return to hearing all about Hendrix’s experience.

“Very!” Hendrix grinned, happy to indulge the horny boy. “Great rippling when I thrusted against it! You know, like those fat boys who don’t do any exercise whatsoever. Although, he wasn’t that used to taking guys as big as me, so he squealed a little bit in places.”

There it was: the little boner pressing against Felix’s pants. He really was every bit as kinky as Hendrix, who smirked at the sight of it. This meant that there was an opportunity to be exploited, should Hendrix play things very carefully…

“We should go for a drink after work; compare notes on the fatties we’ve had,” Hendrix suggested next, already lifting his great body up with a nonchalance that suggested Felix’s answer would mean little to him either way.

“Sure!” Felix shot back, not getting up from the couch and knowing full well that he would have to stay down for a little while longer; until the hardness retreated.

Hendrix had never spoken so openly about his experiences of being with chubs as he did that evening with Felix. He suddenly found that he had a way with words and storytelling that made each and every one of them sound so sexually charged and erotic; he could see Felix hanging on his every word.

“So, he actually ate it all?” Felix laughed, hearing the end to yet another of Hendrix’s kinky tales.

“Of course he did!” Hendrix nodded. “Look at me. Would you deny a stud like me anything if I asked it? He gobbled it all down straight away, then couldn’t button his pants the next day. It was so fucking cute!”

“That’s amazing!” Felix smiled, his eyes full of awe.

Hendrix checked his watch, sighing as if it was getting late. “Shall we sort that out?” he asked casually, pointing down at Felix’s bulging erection that hadn’t gone down all evening.

Felix looked surprised at being asked, yet Hendrix’s tales had wound him up enough that there was no chance of him saying no. He was one of those men who just seemed so much more malleable when he was horny. Soon, he was back at Hendrix’s new place, dropping his pants and relieved to finally have someone stroking his dick at long last.

Hendrix was determined that it shouldn’t be a quick fix, despite how desperate Felix seemed to want to climax, slapping the guy’s hand away each time he seemed to grab his own hardness in an attempt to make himself finish. He could see why the fatties had fallen for him. Felix had a fine body, with cute, pert little glutes that Hendrix knew he would need to stick his dick between soon. It was how he came, twenty minutes later, ploughing his harness into the delighted Felix whilst the guy lay on his front, pressed into the bed.

After climaxing, Hendrix rolled them both onto their sides, still keeping himself fully erect and inserted. He moved quickly, reaching behind the pillow to where he had stealthily hidden a can of whipped cream. “It’s your turn!” he whispered, knowing just how achingly horny the boy was by that point. He couldn’t see his reaction as he took in the can of cream, but Felix would have been naive if he hadn’t known this was coming. “You know my rule…” Hendrix whispered, inserting the nozzle between the guy’s lips. “If I fuck them, I fatten them.”

There was a click as the fresh can sprang into life. Felix’s submissive mouth was filling with cream whilst Hendrix slid his other large hand up and down the guy’s shaft. This was it: the moment Felix was at last going to be allowed to climax. The boy swallowed and swallowed, desperate for Hendrix to keep on working his erection and not stop. He seemed to intuitively know that every scrap of pleasure Hendrix provided would be conditional upon this one concession of his: swallow the cream down.

Hendrix chuckled, unable to help how amusing he found it all. “Good boy!” he cooed into Felix’s ear as he felt the hardness pulse and almost quiver; the can of whipped cream getting lighter by the second as it was mercilessly pumped down Felix’s throat. There was something so pathetically sexy about the way a guy would relax when this was done; their bodies limp and full of complete unjustified trust in him as Hendrix brought the inevitable explosion closer and closer. Felix whimpered as his erection spluttered and then shot out forcefully across Hendrix’s sheets, making quite the mess. Only the tiniest amount remained in the can, which Hendrix quickly scurried away so that he didn’t see. By the way Felix was looking at him, mouth agape, Hendrix knew that he had just given the guy the best orgasm of his life.

The next day, Hendrix’s only contact with Felix had been to nod at him in mutual appreciation of the very large, deliciously overfed guy who came into the showroom: legs of pure blubber and an ass that was bordering on being too big to be accommodated in the seats of the cars, Hendrix knew that this was a body that they both could drool over. Despite having a sixth sense that the guy didn’t have the money to be a serious buyer, Hendrix indulged the man for a full forty minutes, delaying the inevitable chat about finance options which always sent them running.

“Why does Felix keep looking over here?” complained one of Hendrix’s new friends at the gay club that weekend.

“Oh,” smirked Hendrix. “That’ll be me,” he chuckled. “It turns out we’re now colleagues. He works in the finance department of my new showroom.”

“Unlucky you!” growled another. He hadn’t stopped scowling at Felix since he’d first come in.

“He’s developed a bit of a thing for me,” Hendrix went on to explain. “Not that you can blame him!” he winked at them all.

“He’s bad news,” warned Pete, the oldest of the group.

Hendrix nodded in falsely sympathetic agreement. “But I know how to handle guys like Felix. Plus, it might be good to give him a taste of his own medicine…” he laughed, looking squarely at Pete. “Get some revenge for your friend, Lee.”

The guys all leaned in closer; every last one of them. “What were you thinking?”

“No luck this evening?” Hendrix asked half an hour later, strolling over to Felix.

Felix appeared delighted to have Hendrix beside him. He shook his head. “Just the usual chubs,” he replied, without glancing to double check.

“That’s a shame,” Hendrix smiled. “You’ll have to come home with me instead,” he offered, placing his large hand on Felix’s slender butt as if he owned it.

Electricity seemed to crackle in Felix’s eyes. “That doesn’t seem like a bad consolation prize,” he mumbled back, his voice breaking slightly. When Hendrix held out his hand, Felix took it, allowing himself to be led out of the club; completely oblivious to the amount of knowing eyes that were upon him.

“Who the hell is that?” asked Felix, hearing someone knocking at the front door some time later as he made out with Hendix on his couch.

Hendrix lifted himself up and pulled out his wallet to tip the delivery person, returning to Felix’s side holding two large boxes of meat and cheese-filled pizzas. “You know my rule,” he grinned, opening the box and letting out a plume of delicious scents, “If I fuck them, I fatten them…”

Felix raised his eyebrows, as if trying to work out when Hendrix had even had time to order pizzas since they had arrived back at his place. He wriggled nervously in his seat, unsure whether he should lie back or sit up. Meanwhile, Hendrix set to work stimulating the guy’s little dick, ensuring it was pumped and ready for some kinky fun. “Alright… maybe just a bit of pizza,” he conceded.

In Hendrix’s experience, in order to flip a feeder, you needed three things: a definite, unrelenting admiration of fat guys, a potential submissive streak, and a super hard, easily excited dick. That last one had become tonight’s focus. Hendrix worked that sensitive muscle between Felix’s legs with a cherishing love, knowing that it was the key to everything that would come next. If Felix had ever been a feeder of any sort of substance, he should have realised how keenly Hendrix was educating himself on how best to stimulate his dick: the grip strength, the speed of the stroke, the positioning. If he could edge him well enough, he knew he could make Felix do anything he wanted in time. Tonight, Felix wanted to climax, there was no doubt about that. Hendrix just had to make sure that he had maximum results on the calories front before that happened.

Three weeks into all this and Hendrix knew that Felix was ready for the chat. He’d witnessed a slight softening in the torso and a subtle broadening in the guy’s rear. “You know I’m going to get bored of all this soon, unless I start seeing some results?” He shrugged his shoulders, looking at Felix earnestly. “I am what I am,” he sighed. “A feeder soon gets bored without some blubber to play with.”

His timing had been good, with Felix having spent the last 30 minutes sucking on cream and getting pounded until he practically exploded everywhere. It was obvious from the soppy eyed expressions Felix gave him that no one had ever pleasured the boy quite like this. “I’m up five pounds,” he tried to answer.

Hendrix scoffed. “Five pounds?” he repeated back to him, as if emphasising how pathetic it sounded. “You know what I am,” he whispered smoothly, sliding down the bed and spooning the naked guy until Hendrix’s semi-erection nestled back between Felix’s butt cheeks, where it belonged. “I want a piggy!”

“I’ve never thought about gaining myself,” Felix replied quietly.

“Until now…” Hendrix reminded him, kissing the back of his head sweetly. “You can’t tell me you haven’t enjoyed those five extra pounds I’ve put on you.” His hand reached into Felix’s groin, feeling that the guy was indeed getting hard again. Slowly, he began to tug it, knowing how much more malleable the boy became when he was horny. In reality, the guy should have been wise to this sort of manipulation, were he really as adept at feeding as he had previously claimed to be in his previous relationship.

Felix moaned in agreement, his eyes rolling back into his head.

“And you want to put on more weight for me, don’t you?” Hendrix asked him, pushing a much firmer erection back inside him. “You want to make me proud to fuck you, right?”

Felix’s body completely relaxed, enjoying the submission as he prepared to be fucked once more. “Yes,” he whispered diligently back, as if hardly comprehending what a momentous milestone he had just passed.

Over the years, Hendrix had met a few guys like Felix; sling a hard dick inside them and they gave in entirely. The only difference here was the fantastic, instant access Hendrix had to Felix for so much of the week. Hendrix could whip up his most devious calorie shakes, then chuckle as he’d watch Felix discovering it in his desk drawer at work; slowly sucking it all down throughout the morning in the hope that Hendrix may pleasure him in the bathroom come lunchtime.

“You’ll see when he comes in,” Hendrix boasted to his friends at the gay bar. “His face is puffing up quite a bit and those tight little glutes of his have swollen out somewhat!”

“Is he actually getting a belly?” asked Pete, surprisingly thrilled by Hendrix’s genius plan to enact revenge for them all.

Hendrix considered for a second. “It’s more of a paunch than a belly. But if you want me to put a gut on him, I can definitely make that work,” he smiled obligingly.

The whole gang chuckled, nodding their heads. “Do it!” they cried, as if this was all one giant, elaborate prank.

Hendrix sighed, pretending to find this to be one long, tedious homework assignment; as if he was doing all this out of a kindness to them all. “Very well,” he nodded. “I’ll see what I can do for you.”

When Felix arrived twenty minutes later, Hendrix was delighted with the fit of the guy’s pants, stretching across the broader, softer glutes. Even in the middle of the bar, Hendrix couldn’t resist gently stroking the tubbier rear, knowing that the eyes of everyone were watching his every move. He paraded the boy for a good thirty minutes, before slowly guiding him out; taking him back home to fatten and fuck him; much like every night.

“I’ll tell you who’s packed on a few pounds recently,” grunted Roy, one of the mechanics in the back. “Have you noticed Felix’s stomach recently?” he asked Hendrix and a couple of the other guys as they took a few moments outside to chat at the end of the lunch break.

“Yeah, I noticed that,” nodded another mechanic. “He’s starting with a right little beer gut,” he agreed.

“Well, what do you expect?” Hendrix shrugged. “The guy sits on his butt at a computer screen all day,” he explained, rolling his eyes as if Felix was nothing more than lazy. “He’s not up on his feet all day like we are.”

The other guys nodded, feeling that, despite whatever the admin-pushers like Felix believed, it was really their hard graft that kept this place running. “I have a cousin who ballooned after he got an office job,” agreed one. “It’s not good for you at all.”

At that moment, Felix appeared from around the corner; his portly little stomach straining the buttons of his shirt after quietly consuming two of the calorie shakes Hendrix had left for him that day. He called across to one of them, asking if certain parts had arrived so that he could finish writing up an invoice, then spun back around, giving them all a perfect view of his thicker glutes. Once out of earshot, the guys all looked at each other and burst out laughing. There was no doubt about it: Felix was slowly becoming quite the fat boy.

Perhaps Felix hadn’t even noticed how much more he was able to eat over the coming weeks and months, but the change had been nothing if not deliberate. With each kinky act of foreplay, Hendrix had slowly raised his expectations for what he expected Felix to consume. The fat itself was packing on beautifully across Felix’s sides, giving him deliciously cute, plump-looking love handles that completely altered his previously slender shape. Simply watching them emerge had given Hendrix a thrill unlike any other.

“Time to step on the scales,” Hendrix cooed, rousing Felix from his sleep that Sunday morning.

Felix groaned a little and rolled over in bed. It had only been four hours since he had been woken and fondled until he was horny enough to swallow down a gainer shake for Hendrix in the middle of the night. Ultimately, however, he was a good boy, dragging himself out of bed for a quick bathroom stop before the scales were ceremoniously brought out in front of Hendrix’s full-length mirror.

“Look at you!” Hendrix marvelled, admiring the way the blubber had continued to spread itself around Felix’s waist that week. There was no denying the fact that the guy was getting little moobs, with even the tops of his arms starting to puff up in a way that only happened with a consistent period of prolonged weight gain. Hendrix pulled down the tight boxer shorts that Felix had slept in, noticing all the little marks where they had been quietly digging into his plushier flesh.

A lover of fat, even Felix couldn’t help getting hard as he saw it all and felt Hendrix’s large hands bouncing his heavier glutes up and down. His thighs had taken on quite a lot of fresh lard the last couple of weeks, making even Felix’s most resistant clothes absolutely redundant.

“Are you ready to find out how fat you are today?” Hendrix whispered into the boy’s ear, playing with Felix’s dick to ensure he was super turned on before he saw the new number on the scales. It had been a good week for gains, that much Hendrix was sure of; the traces of Felix’s former slender 145lb body slowly disappearing.

Felix nodded and stepped on; his cute little double chin showing itself as he looked down over the top of his developing gut at the building numbers. Two weeks ago, he had crossed 200lbs for the first time. Now the numbers were crossing that threshold with ease: 208…211… higher and higher.

“Fuck!” Felix gasped as it was obvious where the number was going to settle. He turned to Hendrix, catching the sparkling joy in his feeder’s eyes as. “How have I put on so much this week?”

“Because you’re a greedy little fucker,” Hendrix chuckled back, making his lover step off and onto the scales a further two times, just to be certain of the measurement. He grabbed a handful of lard from Felix’s stomach and held it proudly. “I’ll have another eight pounds on you next week as well,” he declared. He’d practically moved Felix in to get these sorts of gains on him, but with results like these, it had all been absolutely worth it.

Hendrix turned Felix back to the mirror, grabbing the boy’s hands and making it grab onto the flesh blubber. He took a step back, watching the former feeder’s love of fat start to wash over him. Felix’s own hands touched all those areas a feeder could never resist. Felix jiggled and bounced himself, raising his arms to admire the new love handles and twisted to see the remarkable transformation of his butt. The boy had always loved seeing fatter bodies, but it was obvious that he had never anticipated the next chubby body he got to play with would be his own. The guy’s dick was so irredeemably hard, Hendrix couldn’t help but laugh. This fatty had the potential to be taken all the way.

Hendrix was greeted as a hero as he strolled about in the gay bar a couple of months later. Whenever Felix went off to the bathroom, someone would come up and pat him on the back, telling him what an amazing job he had done teaching the guy a lesson. They spoke as if it was all done, as if the love handles and the double chin that Felix now owned were the end of the road. To Hendrix, it seemed like the most ridiculous concept to simply stop there.

“He’s quite a greedy boy, y’know,” he told them all with a grin. “He almost seems oblivious to how much he overeats now. I definitely don’t think he’s done growing yet. That fat ass of his is pretty much made from pure ice cream!” he chuckled.

The guys nodded. They couldn’t help but notice the ridiculous shape of Felix’s glutes in the tight pants he’d worn that night. “Well, no one can deny that you’re committed to the cause!” they’d laugh back.

Hendrix smirked and nodded, spotting Felix making his way back towards him. “Karma’s a bitch!” he winked at them conspiratorially as they all drifted away once more, leaving Hendrix to play his games with Felix.

“How come they all still love you so much?” Felix asked, frowning at the fact that his lover was always so popular here. “Look at how much weight I’ve gained! Surely they must know that you’re a feeder?”

Hendrix laughed, slipping his large hand over Felix’s heavy glutes, rubbing and patting them with pride; the feature he most adored on Felix’s overweight body. It felt even more erotic to enjoy touching him like this in here, where everyone had known his previously slim physique so well before. “I’m just a bit cleverer than you,” he whispered back. “I could turn you into a literal mountain of lard and still have them love me.”

“But, how?” Felix pressed, having his fat stomach rubbed by Hendrix right there in the middle of the bar. He clearly could not comprehend how easily his lover was simply getting away with it all, whilst he himself had been ostricised.

“Oh, it’s even better than that!” Hendrix smiled, pulling out a coupon for the ice cream joint down the street. “You wouldn’t believe how many of them keep giving things like this to me. They’re all so ridiculously fixated on disliking you that they don’t even realise what I am.” He laughed as he looked around at the faces in the bar. “They all think they’re in on it.”

“They do?” Felix asked in surprise, realising that he’d never quite understood the status Hendrix had in this bar. “No one is trying to stop you? At all?”

“Not one!” Hendrix smiled victoriously. “I’ve got free rein to do with you as I like,” he whispered, resuming his stroking of Felix’s oversized rear once more. “So I’m going to keep adding pounds and pounds and pounds of pure blubber to you. Then I’ll watch as it slowly dawns on them all how they all foolishly enabled and encouraged me…”

Felix looked around, clearly noticing how admired Hendrix was in here. “How long do you think that will take?” he asked, sceptically.

Hendrix smirked again. “Who knows?” he laughed. “Another one hundred pounds… two hundred… Hell, I might need to fatten you up forever in order for them to realise they invited an actual feeder into their circle of trust.”

“You really want to keep going that far?” Felix asked, stroking the back of his head nervously.

“Let me ask you, would you have ever stopped fattening your ex if he hadn’t wanted surgery?”

Felix looked a little sheepish. “No, I guess not,” he mumbled.

Hendrix nodded. “Exactly!” he declared. “Once you’ve sunk your claws into a fatty, there’s no letting go!”

Sometimes, there was a misty eyed look that Felix gave whenever Hendrix let out his most harsh and blunt thoughts. A lust would come over him that was so obvious to Hendrix. The guy became putty in his hand; ready to be pushed and cajoled in any direction Hendrix wanted.

“How about we get out of here, Piggy?” Hendrix whispered into Felix’s ear. “I’m in the mood to watch you gorge yourself into oblivion tonight!”

Despite the kinkiness of their situation, Hendrix was genuinely delighted to have Felix in his life. Not only was he the guy who was the most sexually compatible with him, but he was also genuinely quite sweet and thoughtful once all his kinks were being managed. However, untamed, Hendrix could see what a nightmare the boy would have been to date previously. Just like Hendrix, he could get turned on at the drop of a hat, and Hendrix could imagine how slyly manipulative he would have been to push calories onto his former lovers. Now, whenever he got horny, he would take himself off to the well stocked kitchen cupboards and rip open a box of something tasty, feeding himself as Hendrix watched on with pleasure. It definitely helped that he too had once been a feeder. He had at least some understanding of how Hendrix’s brain worked. He knew how to dress himself to emphasise those gains and could wrap Hendrix’s fingers around those fleshier regions of his body that no feeder could resist touching.

“I never imagined I’d one day be over three hundred pounds!” Felix laughed to himself, admiring his fat body in the mirror as Hendrix climbed into the bed behind him.

“Well, believe it, buddy!” Hendrix laughed, enjoying the sight of Felix’s round, chubby glutes. For him, the boy was just entering the sweet stage, where even his hips were starting to pile on the pounds, altering his shape into that of a man of more extreme obesity. He was blowing up out of everything he had worn in the last few months; older stretch marks fading and newer ones coming in. There was something so comical about a guy with nipples drooping like Felix’s had started to do; the way the fat was spreading into his chest and bulging under his arms; those fat-filled upper arms and the complete domination of fat under his chin. “I’ve got plenty more pounds I want to add to you!” he grinned, smiling at the indestructible hardness that was straining from Felix’s body, even as a sizable pouch of fat pressed it down slightly in the guy’s groin. His body rippled and jiggled as he strutted over to the bed, the blubber spreading out onto the mattress once he finally lay down. He didn’t flinch as Hendrix reached across to his bedside table and picked up the nightly calorie shake, inserting the nozzle into Felix’s mouth.

Felix moaned, rubbing his little dick as he swallowed and swallowed. A lot of the time, he would simply gaze submissively into Hendrix’s eyes as he did this; adoring the muscular stud, freshly returned from his evening gym session, ready to play. It was the perfect lifestyle for him. Hendrix didn’t ask anything more of him than this: the blissful act of consuming and growing for him. And so he drank every last drop as if this was all he had ever wanted for himself.

One of the things that had bonded Hendrix and Felix together so much was their shared experience of growing up with undeniably crappy parents. The only major difference was that Hendrix had picked himself up and moved his entire life away from all that, whilst Felix had remained close by, keeping them at arm’s length.

Not having to worry about impressing Felix’s super religious parents had certainly given Hendrix a freedom he would not have otherwise had as the date approached when he would have to meet them both. “You know what I love about you?” Hendrix smiled, watching his lover gorging his breakfast that morning. “You’re a great little stress eater!”

Felix smiled faintly. “I don’t know why I’m so nervous,” he shrugged.

“It’s the first time your parents have seen you since you turned into such a fatty,” Hendrix bluntly replied, stroking the broad back of his three hundred and fifty pound lover and already plotting how many extra calories he could get into Felix that morning whilst he was in this heightened state.

“Is my large black sweater out of the wash?” Felix asked.

Hendrix rolled his eyes. “You’re planning on wearing that?” he sighed disappointedly, knowing just as well as Felix did that it was the one item of clothing that best disguised that impeccable size of Felix’s stomach.

“What else would I wear today?” Felix shot back.

“The pink sweater?” Hendrix shrugged.

Felix couldn’t hold back his laughter. “No way!” he chuckled. “That thing stopped fitting weeks ago, You only like it because it makes me look enormous!”

“You are enormous,” Hendrix shrugged again. “What’s the point in trying to hide it? I’m proud of how fat you are. I want people to see it.”

Felix smiled back, feeling a closeness with Hendrix he had never experienced in a relationship before. Sometimes it seemed like it was the two of them versus the entire world. He nodded as Hendrix planted a loving kiss on the top of his head. “Alright then,” he sighed. “I guess we’re really doing this…”

A few hours later, the two men tumbled through the apartment door, wrapped around each other and desperately trying to remove their clothes in a fit of steamy lust. The meeting couldn’t have gone worse and, consequently, it could not have inflamed both their kinks more. Felix’s parents had been in complete shock at the size of their boy, referring to Felix as a ‘fat pig’ and a ‘fatty.’ They’d been disgusted at how much Felix had ordered to eat and had called Hendrix out as they could see him trying to slyly push more food onto their son. Hendrix had loved every second of it, agreeing with them that he enjoyed the shape of Felix’s body and even thanking them for raising a son with such a hearty appetite. For the first time, Felix had let himself go in front of them, feeling strong with Hendrix by his side. The shock and horror on the older couple’s faces when Hendrix had told them about their musing about getting married. It wasn’t enough that they staunchly disagreed with gay men getting married, but the idea of their boy tethering himself to a feeder had almost sent them into a blind panic, leaving the table just as the main course was arriving.

The two men had stayed behind, with Felix quietly coached into consuming both of his parents’ meals as they further discussed the idea of getting married should Hendrix get the dream job he wanted in Seattle. All that eating, the talk of commitment and the exciting plans; it had sent them both into a spiralling horniness that could not be undone. The failed catch-up with Felix’s folks had proven one thing: they needed to live their lives for themselves, and no one else.

Back at the bar a few weeks later, the distrust of Hendrix had never been more apparent. Despite throwing the rug from under them by announcing that he was leaving town, the fact that he was taking Felix with him, and had even become engaged to him had completely thrown them all. At last, they could see what they had been a part of. Hendrix had never really cared about the things that had gone on before he arrived, He’d simply been riding a wave that had allowed him complete freedom to get his kicks in exactly the same way Felix had in the past.

Everyone had been polite, despite the many things that they may have been muttering to themselves under their breath as Felix’s ass crack and underbelly became more and more visible as the beers went down. One thing was for certain: these two freaks deserved each other.

“No regrets?” Hendrix asked, finally sitting himself down next to Felix on their new couch, overlooking the Seattle skyline from the large window.

“None,” beamed Felix back.

The pair kissed sweetly before Hendrix pulled out his cell phone. “Well then, I guess it’s time to start trying out some of these new take out places,” he chuckled. “Buckle up, Fat Boy! You’re in for a tough few weeks ahead!”

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sugawhaaa · 2 months ago

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SAN X READER

⚝₊ ⊹˚Scented feelings⚝₊ ⊹˚

Warnings:: mentions of SA and harassment, suggestive at the end

Genre:: friends to lovers

Pairing:: gym bro!San x fem!reader

A/N:: I've been cooking this up for a long time so I am PRAYINNN to the gods above this does well 🙏

San was a somewhat new friend but the two of you clicked like magic and nothing was too embarrassing to admit between the two of you. You met at the gym when you first started working out frequently and he gave you some tips. One thing led to another and now you work out together multiple times a week. He's always so encouraging, helpful and understanding.

If you explain to him that you're having kind of a rough day or not feeling well he won't try to push you like he normally does and he will respect the fact you want to keep it chill. All in all he is the best gym bro you could've asked for.

Today you came in a bit earlier than usual and started warming up with your regular stretches and light weight exercise to get your blood moving. As you did that you noticed two guys looking at you quite frequently and occasionally talking to each other. You chose to ignore them and listen to some music until San arrived. It wasn't too long after that you noticed San come in through the door with his bag and massive water bottle in hand. He smiled when he locked eyes with you and came over to you.

“You got here early today,” San smiles as he looks down slightly to meet your height.

“Yeah my schedule was clear and I just felt like coming by early,” you shrug and San nods. The two of you then get to work, following your usual routine. However you noticed the men from earlier were getting bolder and were much less obvious than before. You sigh softly as you go back to lifting some weights and Sans brows furrow. He hadn't noticed the men yet so he decided to ask what had been bothering you.

“You seem…frustrated?” San says as he comes closer to you, talking softer than usual.

“Yeah it's just those guys over there. They've been looking at me since I got here,” you tilt your head over to where the men were standing and talking. Sans brows furrow again as he looks at them.

“Want me to talk to them?” He offers but you shake your head.

“Nah I don't want to make a scene,” you set the weights down again and stretch out your arms above your head. San watches you carefully as you stretch before looking back at the men. He seemed to be more conscious of them than you were.

“I'm gonna go talk to them,” he said as he started to storm over to them. You put your hand over his chest.

“Don't, they're not worth it. Let's just keep going,” you smile at him and he sighs.

“Alright, but if they keep annoying you I'll talk to them. Formally,” he smiles innocently, too innocently. You continued working out and ignored the men and they seemed to stop staring at you…finally. However once you finished your workout San gave you a fist bump and I little sit hug while patting your shoulder. “You did good today,” he smiles, his eyes momentarily invisible, and you headed over to the girls change room. Upon approaching the door you were interrupted by the two guys from earlier. One blocked the door, it wasn't very deliberate but it was obvious, while the other stood more to the side talking to you.

“Could I get your number?” He asked straight up and you blush, not because you felt butterflies in your tummy like he probably thought, but more because you were so confused and embarrassed.

“Oh I uhm,” you shake your head and chuckle awkwardly. “I'm not interested,” you smile, still wanting to he polite because what if they really did have good intentions? It was doubtful but still. When you refused the man's face contorted with anger and what was this other emotion you could see in his eyes? You couldn't put your finger on it before he started getting mad.

“Oh come on just give me a chance baby,” he started getting closer to you and your body froze up. You weren't quite sure what to do in this situation; the man was much bigger and taller than you and you didn't want to cause a scene but you needed to find a way to get out of this situation.

“What's going on here?” San steps up next to you and puts an arm around you, smiling warmly to the man.

“Just friendly conversation, you know what I mean,” the man chuckled and San arched a brow at him, not very amused by his excuse.

“I see, well me and my girlfriend have some plans for the rest of the day so we'll be off then,” San pats your shoulder before kissing the top of your head. You felt your heart skip about a thousand beats.

The way his body pressed against yours, every inch of his muscles pressed against yours, including his arm muscles that were quite literally the size of your head and the kiss was so gentle and…sincere?

“Haha, have a good day you two,” The man chuckles awkwardly and backs up as the two of you turn to leave. San brings his hand down to your hand, interlocking your fingers, as he picks up your bags and leaves the gym. As you walked down the sidewalk you glanced back at the gym then at San.

“You can let go now,” you say as you look up at him, his cap hat shading in his eyes.

“We gotta sell the act or they may make a scene,” he leans down to whisper to you and your heart skips again. He was so close to you, so close to the point you could feel his body heat radiating onto you, and it got you excited. You thought you just thought San was you know a good looking guy, no romantic feelings, you just appreciate his beauty but after that insanity back there? The way he whispered to you made you freeze up to the point your jaw clenched to hold in all the things you were feeling.

San turned the corner, dragging your frozen presence along, and let go of your head. “They're way out of sight now, we're good to go,” he pats your back and you blush softly with a smile.

“Y-Yeah, we're good,”

“I'll take you back to my place so you can shower, in peace this time,” he laughs softly. “But in all seriousness I had to hold myself back from clocking those guys. No woman should have to deal with disrespect as much as they do these days,” he huffs as he crosses his arms, walking steadily with you. “Like God forbid a woman tries to get fit or take a shower,” he sighs while shaking his head, looking like a disappointed father. “Do you deal with that behavior often?”

“Uhm…not overly,” you shrug and he nods.

“If you ever find yourself in danger call me okay? I couldn't think of a better use for these muscles other than to clock a bastard bothering you,” he says as he pretends to box the air. You chuckle softly but nod.

“Thanks San, I'll call you,” a brief moment of silence fell upon the two of you when you realized you weren't sure where you were going, you were just following San's lead. “Where are we headed?” You ask as you trot along beside you.

“My place, so you can shower in peace,” he chuckles and you find yourself blushing. You had been at his house a few times before but showering in someone else's house feels like the next step in a friendship. When you get to his place you take your gym bag to the bathroom and San shows you how to use his shower just in case you didn't know. “This is temperature obviously and on the shower head there are four settings, the further you go to the right the higher the pressure goes and stuff,” he shows you before setting the showerhead back on its little perch. “You good?” He gives you a little thumbs up and you nod.

“Yes, thank you Sannie,” you smile and he blushes softly at the nickname.

“Sannie,” he repeats and laughs softly before leaving the bathroom. You sigh softly and begin to undress but just as you start San comes back in. “Sorry, here's a new towel and you can set your clothes on the counter here,” he hands you the towel and takes the old one off the rail. You thank him as he leaves you alone.

You undress and turn on the shower, making sure it's the right temperature before hopping in. You take your shower relatively quickly but as you water down your body you notice his body wash…he wouldn't mind you borrowing just a little bit right? Maybe? What's the worst he could do? Get mad at you for using it but meh he'll get over it. Unless he thinks you're a weirdo or creep for him. But that's way too far, he probably won't even notice unless he's sniffing you which would make him a creep and without thinking any further you grab the pale blue bottle and squirt a little bit of the soap into your hand, since there were no clothes nearby you had to result to just your hands which is fine, but as soon as you squirted out the soap Sans scent filled the room.

Whenever he'd spot you or help you get into good positions he'd get close enough to you that you could smell him and this is exactly what he smelt like…obviously. But it made your heart flutter. The scent was so indescribable. Coconut mixed with vanilla and maybe a hint of that fresh air smell. Oh, it was so good. You lathered the soap over yourself as you watched the suds bubble up before washing off of your body. Before you could even think you were smelling all of his soaps, like a fucking weirdo. But he'd never know so what's the harm? His shampoo was overwhelmingly strong. It had a very fruity smell, like a deep cherry or strawberry. He wouldn't mind if you borrowed it right? Either way you used just a little bit before getting out and drying yourself off.

The towel was nice and warm and very freshly scented. His laundry detergent was also very pleasantly scented, smelt like fresh air, and filled your head with images of clouds in a blue sky. You finished drying off and threw on your dry clothes before brushing down your damp hair. You put everything back the way you had found it and went to go find San.

You found him out in the living room on his couch and he turned to look at you. "Hey," he smiles as he looks you up and down very quickly. "Have a nice shower?" He asks to distract himself from your body.

"Very nice," you laugh softly before sitting next to him. When you sat down he got a whiff of his bodywash. He was surprised, the shock showing on his face for a split second, but he didn't mention it.

"So...are you gonna stick around or carry on with your schedule?" San asked very light-heartedly, he wouldn't be offended if you wanted to leave.

"I'll stay for a bit but I need to run some errands today," you say as you check your phone and San nods. The two of you hang out for a bit before you continue on with your day. That evening you get home and realize you left your bag at San's place. Your hairbrush, deodorant, pads, chapstick, and much more were in there. You decided to text him about it and he instantly found it in the bathroom.

You• would it be okay if I swing by after dinner to get it?

⛰️• ofc, I'll be here 👍

You• thank you 😭

After texting him you began to cook dinner before, of course, eating it. You then went down to San's apartment again and you couldn't help but feel excited to see him again. Even though it had only been a few hours you always craved to be near him...in a friendly way of course. When you came by he had your bag ready for you by the door and you wanted to ask if you could hang out for a bit but...you couldn't.

"I think everything's in there," San says as he hands it to you. You take the bag and smile, thanking him, but San could see you were thinking about something. "Y/N, you okay? You seem...distracted," he leans against the doorframe and you feel your heart stop at your face heating up.

"W-Well there was a complication with some of the pipes in my apartment and we were told to leave but I haven't found anywhere I can crash for the night," you make up a lie to stay at his place and he looks surprised.

"Oh well you can stay here for as long as you need. It gets lonely here by myself and my cat," he smiles, his dimples showing and you look at him surprised.

"You have a cat?" You chuckle softly and San laughs. He takes you into his apartment again and goes to his bedroom, encouraging you to follow. He then picks up a big long haired white cat.

"This is Muffin," he holds the cat up in his arms and encourages you to pet her. She's extremely fluffy and doesn't seem to mind being pet, she kinda just sits there. San also shows you his spare room. "There's not a lot here, not even a bed, so you might wanna sleep on the couch instead,"

"Thank you so much for letting me stay over," you smile at him, feeling a tinge of guilt but it was buried down by your excitement to spend the night with him. San shrugs.

"No problem, you hungry?" He pushes himself off the doorframe and walks out to the kitchen. You follow after him, Muffin following you as well, to the kitchen.

"Not overly, ate before getting here,"

"Right," San nods but makes you have a snack with him anyway. He sticks on a movie to entertain you but you end up talking to each other the whole time, the movie now out of question. The two of you got to talk on a deeper level than usual, things like relationship struggles and internal battles you've fought growing up. San always looked up at you so sincerely. His eyes were filled with sincerity and interest, he didn't just hear your words he listened to them, a trait many men fail to hinder. But something about his gaze so focused on you made you feel...excited. You felt like you were gonna flutter away at any given moment.

The two of you then go quiet, staring into each other's eyes, San then clears his throat. "Would you like a blanket?" He offers you a blanket and throws one on for himself. You snuggle up into the blankets and are overtaken with his scent again. You go back to watching the movie and then...you feel a sex scene approaching. Your body tenses as the girl on screen seduces the man and you chuckle softly but San remains focused on the show.

Eventually the two characters get down and dirty and you for some reason feel the need to turn away. Just a second ago you had so much to talk about but now...

"What a nice...ceiling you have," you chuckle and San laughs.

"If it's too tense for you we can skip this scene," San tilts his head at you but his words made your mind flicker for a moment. It was different from him saying "we can skip this scene" he said "if it's too tense," you thought of how to respond.

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"Why don't we just pause it?" You suggest and San nods with a little shrug before pausing the movie mid-moan. You turned your body to look at him and he did the same, slightly man-spreading as he lifted a leg on the couch and held his arms open on the head of the couch. That's when you noticed the tent in his pants. You were excited at the sight but disappointed in the fact you weren't the cause of his arousal.

"Do you...have a boyfriend?" He asks softly and you look at him shocked. "Or girlfriend," he chuckles, breaking the ice a little. "I don't judge," he confirms and you think for a moment.

"N-No, I'm single," you smile. "But you surely must have someone in your sights," you giggle and San smirks slightly, chuckling under his breath.

"You could say that," he tilts his head up before looking you up and down. "What about pets? Got any furry or scaly friends at home?" He smiles light heartedly.

"I do actually. I have a fish and a cat, kinda ironic isn't it?" You laugh softly and San smirks.

"So where are they staying tonight?"

You freeze at his words.

"W-What do you mean?" You laugh but you knew you weren't getting through to him. Your face starts to turn red as you realized you've been caught lying.

"Well you have to stay here tonight because your apartment is having "complications" right? So, where are your pets?"

"They're at my...they didn't have to..." you try to make an excuse but your mind goes blank as you become flustered. San then leans forward.

"I don't mind you staying the night but if you wanted to spend time with me you could've just asked baby,"

To be continued...

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docdudo · 2 months ago

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Hybrid 141 As Parents - Foster Human Child!Reader (Part 8)

It's not that you didn't like Johnny. He was just as nice as all the others, more charismatic than Price and Ghost, that's for sure. He was gentle with you, and that's nice, very nice... but goddamnit, was he lively.

You had werewolf classmates before, of course you did, and to be honest? They were all the same. Too much energy, too much movement, just... too much. Your only saving grace was that none of them were friends with you, so you didn't deal with their energy directly most of the time.

But now, one of your foster parents is a werewolf.

And... you are not really too excited about that. You follow along the path with him, watching his wagging bushy tail, sharp smile and light gym clothes like he barely feel the cold weather, and... you try to get used to this.

Used to him.

"Aye, and this is our shed!" Johnny smiles, pointing at the the big shed by the side of the house. The wooden door, differently to the doors inside the house, had a high handle and a big lock, making you look at it a bit questionably as Johnny chuckles a little. "Yeah, lass, ye can't go inside the shed alone. Too many dangerous tools."

You nod slightly, not really interested in the shed in the first place. There were houses you have stayed in that wouldn't let you go inside any room besides your bedroom, the bathroom and the living room. You were used to these kind of rules.

"Ye sure you don't wanna play tag, pup?" Johnny asks as he turns to you, clearly excited as his tail wags hard and ears perk up. "It's healthy to exercise! Ah'm sure ye'll like it, aye??"

You don't really answer verbally, but just your conflited expression was enough to make him sigh a little with a smile still on his face.

"'Kay, 'kay, ah get it." He shakes his head slightly, tail calming down a little on all the wagging. "I'll try to follow Kyle's advice." Then, he cups his mouth lightly with his hand, like he's telling a secret, as he whisper-shouts to you. "Lad's the smartest of the bunch, he knows what he's talkin' about!"

You nod slightly at that, a small smile coming to your face. He has a bit of a funny personality.

Just your small, shy smile was enough for him to bite down on his lower lip as he tried to control the deep croon he wanted to let out. God... he wanted to just pick you up and carry you forever. He really thought he wouldn't have a more delicate baby then when his harpy babies were born, but oh God, was he wrong....

You just look soooooo... damn small, and cute, and fragile. You don't move much, you don't look particularly energetic and you are bundled up cutely with layers of warm clothing as you look up at his face with big eyes.

So defenseless. How did humans defend themselves in this world??

He couldn't let you get hurt, ever. You are his resposibility now. His and his pack's responsibility.

And, oh God, were you shivering? You seemed to have curled up a little, was it too cold despite their efforts??

How easily did a human get sick??

He's warm. He's very warm. He could warm you up right away. You got so warm when he curled up with you on the nest, he could do it again...

"I-is everything okay...?" Your little meek voice snapped him out of his instincts for a second, eyes widening as he clears his throat slightly.

"Aye, aye, perfectly fine, wee lass. Come 'ere."

Even tho he told you to come to him, he was the one to come to you and kneel down in front of your small form, big hands coming to your jacket to gently adjust on your body firmly, a focused expression on his face as he checks all your others piece of clothing.

"Is it too cold out 'ere, lassie?" He coos quietly, a small pout coming to his lips naturally. It looked like he was talking to a toddler, and it made you blush a little in embarrassement.

"I-It's fine..." You mumble back, unsure. Yeah, sure, it was a bit cold, but nothing you couldn't take, especially with your new clothes.

He didn't seem very convencied, and quickly, he picked you up on his arms, easily taking you to his chest. You were not that surprised anymore, even if just a little startled, but at least he felt warm...

"Ye see, wee lass... we live a bit farther than the other houses, aye?" He asks as he turns to look back at the rest of the land, a lot of grass in a big, big plot, surrounded by a forest. There was a street not that far from there taking to the rest of the city. "We like lots of space, so our plot comes from all the way from the back of our house to the street up ahead."

That makes you winden your eyes a little, and now that you were in his warm arms, turning your head on his direction made you almost bump noses with him.

"All the way to the street...?" You mumble, almost incredulous.

"Aye! Big plot, yeah? Pride and joy to raise my pups 'ere! And when ye go back to school, we'll use one of our trucks to take ye." He smiles, tilting his head to the side in the direction of a big construction in the distance, hard to see, but you deduced it was where the automobiles were.

Suddenly, his fluffly ears perked up, turning on the direction of the house without him even turning his face. A smile appeared easily on his face as he looked down at you on his arms.

"Mama is calling us back." He snickers as he jokes, making you tilt your head in confusion a bit. "Simon, aye? Actually, both mamas. Even Kyle is starting to get antsy. Best that way, eh, wee pup? Before ye get a cold."

You turn your head over his shoulder to look back at the house, and sure enough, Simon and Kyle were both waiting by the open door as Johnny started to make his way back with you still on his arms.

"Tsc, are you trying to make her get sick?" Simon snarks as soon as you two get close enough to the door, grabbing you from Johnny's arms as he takes you inside quickly.

"We dinae even spend that much time outside!" Johnny protests even tho he still had a smile on his face.

"No, I agree with Si, even I was getting a bit antsy." Kyle sighs, closing the door behind Johnny, making sure to lock it. "I thought it would be fine, but it's cold out, and... ugh, whatever. It's hard to explain." He grunts, shaking his head.

"Nah, I get it." Johnny laughs slightly, watching Simon taking your jacked and beanie off gently as he leads you to the kitchen to eat dinner. "Was getting deep into my instincts and lassie was just... standing still, looking at me with big ol' eyes."

"Next time, we are all going out together." Kyle nods, going back to the kitchen with Johnny right behind him.

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xshadowdelta · 5 months ago

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Natty x Male Reader x Soyeon (3.8K Length)

Tags: Rough sex, anal, titfucking, blowjob, facial, choking, nipple play, creampie, dirty talk

You were lying on the sofa of your apartment, overwhelmed, jaded, and abhorred due to the suffocating heat. According to the weather girl on the news, you were experiencing one of the worst heat waves in history, and she wasn’t wrong. The fan wasn’t nearly enough to combat this sunny attack on your person.

You zapped through the different TV channels searching for something to distract your mind, if you didn’t think about the heat it would disappear for sure, delusional.

You found out that on one of the channels they were playing the Olympic Games, which was definitely a good distraction. You kept watching the sports for a while, at that precise moment of the day, the swimming competition was taking place.

Within a couple of hours, the day’s competition had ended with Katie Ledecky winning, what? her 20th gold medal? That woman is the goat of swimming, was your thought.

However, that made a bulb light appear above your head, giving you an interesting idea. Maybe going out and spending some time in the public pool, soaking to cover yourself from the heat, could make you enjoy this day. You didn’t think twice and in just minutes, you had everything ready with your pool bag, towel and swimsuit.

You took your car and drove to the pool area, and as you first guessed, there were a lot of other people affected by this infernal heat.

You managed to visualize a free spot in the grassy zone, and although there wasn’t much shade, it was the best you had found, so you placed your pool bag and towel on it, smeared some sunscreen on your arms and shoulders, and walked towards the pool.

The freshness sensation when your body came in contact with the water was simply unbeatable, you were sure you could stay here until you were forced to leave to close. You approached one of the corners of the pool, resting your arms on either side of the edge as you looked around.

There was a little bit of everything at that hour of the day, children fluttering around playing with balls and water guns, their parents running after them trying to scold them, people like you enjoying a refreshing break, others taking the opportunity to do some exercise and swim, and a bunch of crazy people lying on the hammocks sunbathing, masochists.

Your eyes focused on an extravagant orange hair in the distance, which captured your attention immediately. It was a girl who was wearing a fairly short jeans and a small white tank top that left her belly visible, where you could read “Lifeguard”.

She was small, but, being honest, she commanded respect. You knew it by the way she was scolding grumpily at everyone who tried to exceed her pool’s rules, but on the other hand, with the kids, she always offered a beautiful smile.

That girl had a nice body proportions, maybe not too voluptuous on her chest, but her butt shined incredibly, especially with those tight jeans, it was hard to look away. She was certainly sexy, and…

“Looks like Soyeon caught your attention.”

A voice brought you out of your thoughts, and you noticed a feminine figure standing just to your right. How did she get so close to you without you realizing it?

“Excuse me?”

Smiling, she pointed with her head at the girl whom, until recently you were devouring with your gaze.

“Soyeon, the lifeguard, everyone will think you are a stalker or something if you keep looking at her like that.” She pointed, laughing loudly. Your face turned all red, and your body again felt so hot, not because of the heat now but because of shame.

Then you focused for the first time on that strange girl with black hair and tanned skin. She was wearing sunglasses on her forehead and a white one-piece swimsuit with different color details. She seemed like a very smiling girl, her smile seemed to never disappear, and her laugh could be heard in every corner of the pool.

“Oh no, I was just observing distractedly, I have no weird intentions, was looking to deal with this damn heat.” You explained with a little smile.

“Really? Too bad.” She pouted. “I’m sure she would give you a blowjob in the locker room if you ask her.”

“W-W-What?” Your confusion and nervousness ripped another laugh out of her.

“Yeah, she looks so rude now, but she is a slut who loves cocks.”

That little conversation was making you so hot that it seemed like the surrounding water was boiling. Then the girl moved closer to you, standing in front of you, blocking any other view you might have but hers. Her hand moved underwater to touch your penis, which had acquired a considerable size.

“And me too.” Your body tensed at her touch, and you looked nervously to each side without stopping. You never experienced something like this before in view of everyone, afraid that anyone or even worse, that lifeguard would find out what was going on.

“What are you doing? Anyone could catch us.” With her other hand she placed her index finger over your lips to shut you up.

"Shhh, trust in me." She put her whole hand into your swimsuit to grab your cock, masturbating you with slow movements.

"My name is Natty by the way. Nice to meet you." Her smile was cute, but at the same time, you can see in her that she was enjoying so much watching how you react to every step she took.

"Same here." You replied slowly and haltingly to avoid letting out a moan due to her fantastic touch.

She got even closer and caught your lips in a soft kiss, which you really enjoyed until you noticed how she used her thumb to play with your tip. She gave you a smirk and another kiss, masturbating you again, this time increasing the speed. You bit your lip, refusing to emit a moan as you grabbed her hips to help her use her body as a shield so that no one would notice that situation.

The palm of her hand was playing again with your tip, rubbing with fast movements, making you grab her hips harder. She playfully smiled at you for that. But she suddenly stopped, took his hand out of your swimsuit, and stepped away from you a little, still smiling. You looked at her with a clearly disappointed face.

“If you cum here in the water, we will have some problems, you should cum in another appropriate place, my face, for example.” She couldn’t say that kind of thing with a big smile and laughing, she was crazy.

“I will wait for you in the locker room, don’t make me wait, yes?” She came back to you to whisper in your ear. “I’m so fucking horny…” You hard swallowed saliva.

You saw her get out of the pool and head toward the changing rooms, she was totally fucking crazy, and the worst part is that you were following that crazy girl.

You waited until your erection subsided and became less noticeable for the rest of the people there before you could leave as well. You followed Natty way to the locker room, looking one last time at the lifeguard girl now sitting on her chair. She was looking directly at you too, and it gave you goosebumps.

As soon as you entered the locker room, Natty cornered you against one of the walls, looking at you with lust. She smiled playfully, going back into your swimsuit to make your cock hard again.

Now you didn't control yourself, and you let out a couple of moans that were quickly silenced by Natty's lips, who desperately searched for your tongue. Your hands traveled to her cheeks, fighting fiercely in that kiss but keeping enjoying her masturbation.

You placed your hands on her shoulders, and with a quick twisting motion, she was now the one pinned against the wall.

She left your penis for a moment to take her huge boobs out of her swimsuit. You salivated when you saw them free, and you threw yourself on them to put them in your mouth.

Natty moaned non-stop, enjoying how you licked and sucked her tits, imprisoning her even more against the wall, making her rise a little so that she could surround your waist with her legs.

"It seems I have unleashed the tiger." She smiled, burying your head further into her breasts, rubbing them over your face, and in response, licking and playing with her nipples.

You stopped then, taking some air, breathing heavily, taking her hands and taking her to the other end of the locker room, telling her with a nod to sit on the bench. She did so, and before she could blink, you guided your cock towards her boobs. She understood your intentions instantly and laughed at this.

She put her hands on either side of her tits, trapping your cock in the middle of them, moving them at a frenetic pace, making you moan non-stop.

"You like my titfuck right? I'm an expert."

"I fucking love it, so good." You said, slapping one of her tits, drawing a moan from her.

In response, her tongue began to lick your tip as her tits continued to be dragged along your entire length. Your cock sank between her tits and reappeared again and again, making everything start to get wet.

"More." She moaned, but you didn't know what she meant. "Spank my fucking tits harder, fuck." She asked desperately, and you wouldn’t say no to that.

You slapped her tits again, this time continuously, the sound of your palms hitting her meat echoing through the place, now joined by her screams.

"FUCK, FUCK, FUCK, YEEEEEES." She screamed without holding back in the slightest.

She stopped her titfuck and then grabbed your cock, using it to slap her own tits and even rub your tip against her now hard nipples.

She stood up and, still holding your penis in her hand she dragged you to one of the bathrooms, closing the door.

"Sit down." She ordered, pointing to the toilet, and you obeyed immediately.

She pushed aside the part of her swimsuit that connected to her pussy, giving you a perfect view of it, dripping intensely. You started to masturbate yourself admiring her.

"Look what you've done, I hope you're proud." She said, stroking herself a little bit.

"I am." You responded in a mocking tone.

You kept your cock erect as you watched her approach you, straddling you, connecting your cock with her pussy and slowly starting to lower yourself, taking it all in.

"So big." She whispered, caressing your chest.

"So tight." You responded in kind, moving your hands to her butt.

And so Natty began to ride you, raising her hips until she left only the tip of your cock inside her pussy and then lowering herself abruptly, obtaining it whole.

Your cock hit Natty's depths again and again, and your moans were drowned in insatiable kisses that were continually cut by the pleasure you felt.

On one of those times when your lips separated, you took the opportunity to catch one of her boobs that was bouncing non-stop, with your mouth, sucking hard and biting her nipple.

Feeling uninhibited by the pleasure, she increased the pace with which she rode you, while with your hands now on her hips, you helped the movements become more ferocious.

"I'm fucking cumming! I'm cumming!" Natty moaned without stopping her pace until she finally stood over on top of you, cumming.

With hardly any time to waste, she got off of you, kneeling on the floor in front of you, masturbating your cock quickly, and sticking out her tongue.

A few threads of semen were shot straight from your cock towards her face, staining it completely.

"Fuck." You gasped, tiredly watching her try to collect most of the cum from her face with her hands, bringing her fingers to her mouth and licking them.

At that moment, the bathroom door opened with a loud slam. You both turned around startled, looking at the little orange-haired lifeguard who was looking at you very angry.

Your pulse stopped for a moment, you could see how she looked at you, at the pitiful appearance you had at that moment lying naked and exhausted on the bathroom.

"Really Natty? That's the third time this week." She commented, looking at the girl on the floor, who was smiling nervously.

"Sorry, Soyeon, I couldn't resist."

"I've told you, I have no problem with you doing these things, but not on days like this, with so many people, what happens if they catch you?"

"I know, I know, I'm so sorry." She apologized continuously, putting all his clothes back on properly.

"I'll make it up to you, okay? I will invite you to dinner tonight, okay? Okay, bye!" She said, running out of there, fearing her friend's anger.

You took advantage of that moment to stand up and try to leave the bathroom in search of your clothes, but Soyeon's arm prevented you.

"Where do you think you're going? I'm not done with you."

With a little push from her, you backed away and fell back onto the toilet. You noticed how she was still glaring at you.

She switched her gaze to your cock, you tried to cover yourself with your hands, but a slap from her made you move them away again in pain.

"Ouch!"

"Shut up," she said, closing the bathroom door behind her. She kneeled where Natty had been minutes before and grabbed your limp cock, still covered in cum.

"What a waste." She whispered, starting to lick your entire cock from top to bottom, cleaning it.

It wasn't something you had expected, and that made you horny again, fattening your cock until it regained its full state again.

Soyeon lifted your cock and captured one of your testicles with her mouth, holding it there for a few seconds and repeating the action with the other one.

"You better have saved something more." She threatened, still angry.

"I can get an extra special load for you." You said, making her look at you.

Without saying anything, she opened her mouth wide and inserted the entirety of your penis into it. You gasped and by reflex you brought your hands to the back of her head, burying it on your cock.

Soyeon didn’t protest about it, on the contrary, she began to move her head uncontrollably, making a lot of erotic sounds during the blowjob.

"Shouldn't you be alert for someone drowning?” You asked curiously.

She let your cock escape from her mouth, completely covered in saliva, and spit on it.

"It's Yuqi's turn, now the only one who's going to choke is me on this damn cock, so shut up and show me why Natty was screaming like a whore."

She resumed the blowjob, using her hands to play with your balls at the same time.

You brought your hands to her head, grabbing a fistful of orange pigtail hair in your fist to help her swallow your cock.

She continued sucking you with just her mouth, taking off her lifeguard top with her hands, and you took the opportunity to touch her small tits.

“They aren’t as big as Natty, but I will treat them the same.” You squeezed her nipples with your fingers, surprising her and making her gag on your cock.

You took advantage of that sign of weakness, and using your fingers, you started to stretch her nipples a little bit. She closed her eyes while she kept taking your cock. As she didn’t stop you, you kept stretching her nipples more and more, they were turning really hard and red under your fingers.

Soyeon reached her pain limit and caught your wrists with her hands, stopping the process going. She lifted her head to look at you with her mouth filled with your cock. After a few seconds, she lowered her head back to the base of your cock and released your hands that were still gripping her nipples, giving you permission to continue, and you did, applying a new wave of pressure to her nipples.

She tried to resist the pain combining with the pleasure she was having sucking your cock, making your dick reach deeper in her throat, in an attempt to silence her screams.

Her nipples were released from the pressure, telling her to stand up, and when she did, you pulled her towards you, sitting her on your lap. Her lips were swollen from the treatment she had given to your cock, and a trail of saliva came out of her mouth.

You touched her tits again, caressing her sensitive nipples that reacted under your palms. Soyeon made a small moan, they were so red and itchy that even the slightest touch bothered her.

Once again, her nipples were your objective, this time licking with your tongue one of them while the other one was being pinched by your fingers. Your mouth started to suck her nipple. You looked at her, but her face didn’t change at all during this time. She was still looking angry at you, so you decided to bite her nipple, making her scream.

Your hands grabbed her nipples in a quick move, but she reacted fast and stopped you again. Both of you were looking at each other, the challenge was being sent, and she had to make a decision.

“Motherfucker.”

She removed her hands, accepting the challenge, and you smiled, raising your hands with her nipples held. Her arms surrounded your neck, and at the same time, she began to rub herself on your cock, masturbating you.

The higher you raised her nipples, the faster she moved, and you could notice how her pants couldn't retain the liquid that was beginning to drip from her pussy.

You gave her nipples one last thrust, digging your thumbs into them as if they were a button. Her movement stopped instantly. She opened her mouth, but there was no sound. You got as close to her as possible without letting go.

“Slut.” You were smiling, she was furious.

Soyeon got off your lap and turned around, you thought she was going to leave the bathroom, but no, she bent over to show you her impressive ass and gave herself a spank on the cheek before taking off her jeans.

"Really?" You asked excitedly. She looked at you over her shoulder, supporting her hands on the bathroom door and raising her butt for you.

You stood up from the toilet holding your cock to bring it closer to her ass, when Soyeon felt the touch of your cock she began to move her hips, twerking with her ass.

You massaged her ass, giving her a couple of kisses followed by a hard spank on her butt cheek, making her grunt, a grunt that gave way to moans as your tongue began to delve into her rear hole.

You savored every corner of Soyeon's ass while she continued to move it on your face. You separated her ass cheeks with your hands, being able to see perfectly how her small hole contracted uncontrollably.

You slowly approached your cock towards her ass, first rubbing it and then playing with it until finally you slowly entered his hole. Soyeon let out a little scream when she felt the entirety of your penis delve into her small hole, feeling a little dizzy as it continued to grow inside her, stretching her ass.

You grabbed her wide hips to start thrusting into her, Soyeon clung harder to the door, moaning uncontrollably, and with each thrust, your hand collided with her cheeks, making her clench her teeth.

She grabbed your hands from her hips and brought them to her breasts, in a clear sign that she wanted more. Without hesitation, you squeezed her nipples again.

“Destroy these little nipples.” She moaned, provoking you to give her a harder treatment.

Your cock went in and out of Soyeon's ass without rest, everything felt so good that it was even difficult to maintain composure and balance. You leaned on her back, completely cornering her against the bathroom door with your body, placing your hands on either side of her head.

Without warning, you took a few steps away and put one of your arms around her stomach and the other one around her neck, pulling her towards you, something that made your cock move even further into her ass, causing true fear in Soyeon.

"What the hell are you doing!?" She protested annoyingly, holding on with both hands to the arm around her neck.

You noticed how she tried to free herself from your grip, however she was clearly smaller than you, so you had her completely dominated under your arms. Your hips continued to move, and ramming her without stopping, you lowered your head to whisper in her ear.

"Be a good slut for me." You said, applying a little force to your grip, and in reaction to that, she couldn't help but scream a loud moan, curling her body under your arms, cumming intensely.

"Fuck, what was that?" You asked, surprised by the puddle that had formed at your feet, loosening your grip on her as she couldn't stay upright and fell to her knees on the floor.

"I didn't think you were that weak, I guess it was all a facade." You fell silent when you saw her, still on the floor, she placed her own hands on her ass, opening it for you, inviting you to enter again.

You didn't hesitate for a second to crouch down next to her and reinsert your cock inside her, making her scream again.

"FUCK, YES, PLEASE, FUCK MY ASS HARDER." Soyeon begged, totally vulnerable.

"That's right, Soyeon, you're being a good slut." You said, ramming her from behind with all your strength, that she automatically bounced her ass against your cock again.

"Yes! I'm a slut, please use me!" She screamed as a result of your thrusts and spanks on his completely reddened asscheeks.

You continued pounding herself that hard for a few minutes until you unloaded a new shot of cum directly into her ass, driving her completely crazy.

You kissed her shoulder without her being able to stop panting with her tongue hanging out, you took your cock out of her ass that was now dripping with your cum.

You left the bathroom to get dressed in your swimsuit again and looked back one last time to see a new stream of fluids coming out of Soyeon's ass uncontrollably, unable to get up from the floor.

"I have to visit more times this pool.”

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wh0reforcoriolanussnow · 1 year ago

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peacekeeper!coryo x reader where she's like the commanders daughter and she manipulates him to find out the real reason why hes in district 12 and not 8 where he should be. could include smut up to you! love your writing sm <333

In Control || Peacekeeper!Coriolanus Snow x reader

GIF by @youremyvioleta divider by @firefly-graphics

A/n: I really really love this one just bc I got to write reader in a manipulative light which was fun and interesting. I also had another request sorta but not really similar to this, ALSO I can’t remember for the life of me if there were any female peacekeepers especially in district 12 so let’s just imagine there weren’t any for the sake of the storyline :) 1/4? fics Im posting today

Warnings: smut! virgin reader, possessive, obsessive, manipulative, lowkey dark reader

Wc: 2,975 another long one!

Coriolanus Snow Masterlist

You had to see for yourself Coriolanus Snow in peacekeeper uniform. When news travelled around that Coryo was to be sentenced to years as peacekeeper in the districts, you nearly laughed at the idea of him being here.

Your father, Commander Hoff, leader of the peacekeepers here in district 12, even found it amusing himself. So here you were, leaned against a beam as you peer down at the new peacekeepers in training. What the hell was Coriolanus doing here in district 12 when you knew damn well from your father that he was supposed to be in district 8.

Of course, your eyes looked around for the one and only, Coriolanus Snow. You went to school with him but you highly doubted he knew you since you were a couple years below him. You often moved from the Capitol with your mother to district 12, with your father, so most of the times you weren’t even at school.

“You will rise together and you will fall together,” Your father’s loud voice echoes in the room. “You will be our eyes and ears out here on my base, and it will be your duty, to report anything suspicious you see because if you do not,” Coryo gives you a curious look as a light smirk adorns your lips.

He was probably wondering what the hell you were doing up there on the platform with the commander, and who you were. “You are as good as a rebel, yourself.” Your father concludes as you straighten up and push yourself off the beam.

Your father watches you with a warning look as you ignore him; walking down the steps, your footsteps echoing as you knew the peacekeepers were fighting hard not to look away from the commander. You honestly preferred being in the districts with your father than in prison that people call the Capitol.

You slowly study each peacekeeper before you stand infront of Sejanus Plinth. “A plinth back in the districts?” You say with a hint of amusement as you study him. His hair shaved, his expression cold. “Y/n.” Your father warns.

Coriolanus was the first to break his gaze from your father as he looks at you. Y/n. “I think there’s somewhere you must be?” Commander Hoff spoke with such sternness it made you gulp. “Yes, Commander,” You lightly sigh, addressing him professionaly, before giving Sejanus and the man beside him, Coryo, one final glance.

Coriolanus couldn't help thinking about you, for a few reasons. You intrigued him, not only because he thought there were no females at all in the base, but also because he found you attractive. Very attractive.He had a feeling he has seen you before, maybe around the academy, but he wasn't sure on it.

He wondered what the hell you were doing here at base. Maybe you were here as punishment as well, but that didn't explain why you were up on the platform beside Commander Hoff.

"Let's go!" Coriolanus shifts his attention outside as he hears a whistle being blown. Sejanus and Coryo walk side by side onto the open field where Commander Hoff and you stood at the front.

The two of you make eye contact before he quickly looks away and stands in the front row, beside Sejanus. "Today you will be participating in physical exercises..." Commander Hoffs words became muffled to Coriolanus as he only pays attention to you.

You were stood beside your father, a clipboard in one hand as you tap the tip of your pen against your bottom lip. That made it clear that you were probably not here as punishment. Your uniform was the same except slightly altered. "Go!" A whistle blows as Coriolanus stands there confused because he wasn't paying attention.

"Do you think your special, boy? Get on the ground and do pushups, now!" Commander Hoff barks as he looks around before quickly following along side the others. You watch in amusement, your father shakes his head at you as you try and stifle a giggle.

You write down notes on your clipboard as you listen to your father instruct the peacekeepers. You were training to be the first female commander in history. Focused on Coriolanus practically the entire time, you sauntered past your father to where he was, on the ground doing pushups.

It was a particulars hot day so they all were wearing white singlets with their blue pants. You were secretly salivating the entire time you watched Snow perform the exercises, his muscles bulging, his skin slightly covered in a layer of sweat.

He looked fucking hot. The few times you saw him around the academy, he looked handsome, ethereal, with his blonde locks, but now with his buzzcut, he looked like a complete different person, he was a walking sex appeal. You lightly bite your fingernails as you watch the way his dog tag would dangle from his neck when he was doing pushups.

Your father raises an eyebrow as he watches you sit on Coriolanus' back whilst he was doing a pushup. Coriolanus grunts at the sudden weight on his back. You smile in satisfaction as you hear him grunting. Music to your ears.

You sitting on his back only made Coriolanus push harder as you let out a small yelp, placing a hand on his shoulder to stabilise yourself. Your jaw dropped at his speed, it was as if you weighed nothing. His stamina was insane as he kept the same rapid pace.

"What do you think you are dong Miss Y/n?" Your father raises an eyebrow at you, "Extra punishment, Commander Hoff," You beam at your father, patting Coriolanus' firm back as he Snow lets out a groan. Hoff hums before walking away, his hands behind his back.

When you hear the final whistle blow, you get off his back. Coriolanus stayed laying on the grass, his chest going up and down rapidly as sweat ran down the side of his face. You pulled out a handkerchief from your pocket with your initials embroidered in fancy writing and hold it infront of him.

He quirks an eyebrow at you, your roll your eyes before taking his hand and placing the lacey handkerchief in his hand. "Thanks," He says in a hoarse voice. You don't break eye contact with him as he wipes his face free from sweat.

Coryo hands your handkerchief back to you but you shake your head, "Keep it," Is all you say before turning around and leaving him there dumfounded. The thought of why he was here in district 12, and not 8–where he was supposed to be–still lingered in the back of your head.

For the next couple of days there was an unspoken tension between the two of you. Sexual tension to be specific. You were still itching to know what his business here in district 12 was. You were attracted to him for sure, how could you not when he looked like that. But your curiosity overpowered your desire for him.

You were walking along a quiet corridor before you felt a hand reach out and grab you, pulling you into a room. You let out a muffled scream, a hand firmly on your mouth as you felt someone's breathe fanning your neck.

Your eyes were wide in shock before the person spins you around and he reveals himself. He was dressed in his full attire, hat and everything included. You let out a sigh of relief, all while he watches you. "What the fuck are you thinking?" You whisper yell at him, as you quickly lock the door behind you.

"I wanted to introduce myself-" You scoffed loudly, turning your head to the side. "You think I don’t know you, Coriolanus Snow?" You raise an eyebrow at him as his tongue wets his bottom lip. Truth be told, Snow actually never mentioned his name to you. He just assumed you didn't know who he was. "I just wanted to properly introduce myself to you, Y/n.”

"Well, that is not a very good reason to pull someone into a room without warning," You shrug your shoulders at him as he stays quiet, studying you as you study him back. Tilting your head slightly, you open your mouth, "You have another motive, Coriolanus,"

He swallows, "I want to see you again-" "why-" "privately." Oh? All the times you and Coriolanus would see each other was always out in the open with prying eyes everywhere, particularly from your father. You'd be lying if you said you weren't purposely whoring yourself for him just to get information out of him. From your lack of response, Coryo speaks again.

"What are you doing here on base? You don't seem to be here for punishment-" You let out a low chuckle, stepping a few steps forward towards him. "I could ask the same for you, Have you really no clue?" Coriolanus purses his lips, looking away before meeting looking over your face.

"Your initials on your handkerchief..." He starts, ignoring part of your question as you lips start to quirk up, "Are you Commander Hoff's daughter?" "Maybe I am. Does that bother you?" You step even closer to him as you notice his breathe starting to hitch.

"No," He breathes out.. "But what would your father think if he found out that you and I are here alone, when we shouldn't be," A smirk forms on his lips as your eyes flicker from his eyes to his lips.

"Truthfully, I couldn't care less," You whisper before pressing your lips against his. Coriolanus froze when your lips touched his, you honestly thought he might just shove you away. You were pleasantly surprised when you felt his hand coming up to grip the base of your neck, deepening the kiss. It was as if he was a starved man, feasting on his food. Like you were oxygen that he desperately needed.

He wrapped his arms around you and kissed with such savageness. The heat was like wildfire. The tension, the waiting. Days of expecting him to make a move on you. After the wandering eyes and the way he would make up any excuse to touch you or say something to you.

You slid your fingers across his broad, firm shoulders. One of his large hands gripped your loose locks, tugging at it, while his other hand reached down and tugged at your shirt. You pull back for a second as you take off your shirt, your bra covered chest on display as he wastes no time in unclipping it.

Coriolanus palmed your breasts hard enough to make you hiss against his mouth. You kissed him deeply, your fingers slid behind his neck and along the tendons of his neck. Coryo reaches up to take his hat off before you stop him, "Keep it on," You breathlessly say as Snow smirks before continuing his assault on your lips.

You tore your clothes off in front of him as he gapes. A surge of confidence ran through you as you grab his hand and push him against you. His rough hands dragging up your body, feeling every curve and dip he found to be perfect.

Snow kissed across your breasts and once again tangled his fingers in your hair, pulling at it until you whimpered and tilted your head back. His mouth was at the base of your neck and he kissed and nipped along your collarbone until he reached a point where you moaned gutturally and arched against his still fully clothed body.

Coriolanus pushed you back, your ass bumping into the only piece of furniture that was in the room which happened to be a desk. He pushed your legs apart and sank into you with a single, hard thrust. The he paused and pressed a kiss against your lips before he started to move.

You bit back a cry of pain and forced yourself not to stiffen or pull away. Your whole façade crumbling as he thrusts into you. It hurt. You knew it might, if not done slowly at least. But the pain still caught you off guard. The abruptness of it. He most likely assumed there had been others before him by the way you sauntered around the base and interacted with the other young peacekeepers.

You were glad it hurt. You were whoring yourself for him. You had seduced him the moment he made it abundantly clear that he wasn't keen on sharing his story of why he was here. You had manipulated him because you wanted something from him. You were greedy.

You weren't just going to settle on the undivided attention he'd give you. No. You wanted him, body and soul. Coriolanus was so much bigger that his frame practically enveloped you. His hands were tangled in your hair so tightly you could barely twitch your head as he met your eyes and moved inside of you at an almost inhumane speed.

His jaw was tense. His expression partially shielded from his hat. But the grip he had on you, and the speed he was going at, you could tell you were his. And similarly, he was yours. You forced yourself not to show any signs of discomfort as your threw your head back, eyes screw shut, when his fingers started playing with your stiff, perked nipples.

You moved your hips to meet his movement and clenched around him, your fingernails dragging across his clothed back. You lock your feet below his hips to drive him further in driving him crazy as a string of curses fall from his lips.

Coriolanus hisses, dropping his head against your shoulder as he thrusts deep inside of you. The angle of his movement, the intensity between them wasn't just his–you whimpered and gasped near his ear.

His pace faltered slightly, and he lifted his head. His hands moved away from your tits, caught hold of your hands and intertwined your fingers together. He kissed you. Deep, passionate kisses that made your chest hurt as you returned them.

He shifted his pace. Slower. The angle was different, the way your naked pelvis met his as he pushed into you, and you realised with alarm that it was tearing your sense of control away from you. And you desperately wanted that control back or otherwise you’d be vulnerable.

Coriolanus was kissing you. Hot. Bruising. Almost punishing kisses, as he gripped your hands and kept driving into you relentlessly. The pain had dulled to a fainter throb. Several more hard, deep strokes, then Coryo's hips jerked, and he gave a deep moan and dropped his head down in the crook of your neck.

His breath dragged across your skin as he panted near your ear and kissed your shoulder. You were still against him. You were suddenly aware of the rough table biting into your skin. And that the room was hot. Coriolanus stayed pressed against you and still inside of you for several seconds and then he abruptly tensed and pulled away.

He expression was drawn, and he didn't even look at you as he zipped up his pants. You slowly sat up, watching him carefully. He was progressively getting paler and paler as his hands lock behind his neck. His expression was both disbelieving and horrified.

"Fuck-" He said under his breath, he seemed devastated. And part of him was. He just fucked you. The daughter of his commander. He may have just screwed up his opportunity to see the one person he had risked everything for. If Commander Hoff found out that Coriolanus fucked his daughter, he could be transferred to another district, away from her. Or even worst, he was going to be executed.

His desire for you got the better of him and his initial plan. But he just couldn't resist you. Coriolanus clapped his hand over his mouth and looked over, meeting your eyes. Whatever he was battling inside his head seemed to be giving him a panic attack.

He swallowed visibly, closed his eyes and adjusted his hat. Then he opened his eyes, he seemed to have composed himself. He drew a deep breath and turned to you. His expression tense.

As he looked at you, his eyes dropped to your legs and he blanched white. You couldn't believe someone could even possibly blanch that white. "You were a virgin?" His voice was rasping. Coriolanus felt his hole that was dug out for him was getting deeper and deeper.

"Yeah," You say seeming unbothered. Snow looked like he was about to be sick. His jaw was clenched as he kept staring at you. "I–would have been gentler–if I had known," He finally said.

You slowly got off the desk, the middle of your legs aching as you put your clothes back on as Coryo watches. "I didn't really want you to be," He pressed his lips together.

"Fuck I'm not going to be able to see her," He muttered as his hands once again lock around his neck as your heart dropped upon hearing what he said. You smile bitterly to yourself. You got what you wanted. You found out what he was doing here. You'd grieve over the cost later.

Maybe he couldn't change course now. It was set. Obsessive. Possessive. You had him; possibly forever, if you didn't decide to use your cunningness. You had him. For whatever reason, you had him. Now you had to find a way to take advantage of it.

A slip of words to your father and he could be transferred to another district, away from her, or even hanged for taking your -virginity. You knew you had him wrapped around your finger now. And by the way Coriolanus stared at you and swallowed hard, horror in his eyes, he knew it too.

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misctf · 2 months ago

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Hey there. I was wondering if you could help me. I'm struggling to find a job, for when I finish college in a couple of months. Unfortunately, there's slim pickings for us theater majors out there, and I've had no luck landing anything. Do you think you would know a job that I could get?

You never thought you’d be in this situation. Sure, your friends and family looked upon you skeptically when you said you were getting a degree in theater. Always questioning you about your career plans and what you planned to do with that. But you persisted- spending hours learning about the evolution of theater from different cultures and creating complex scripts. You truly loved it- your passion palpable. But graduation day was approaching.

“I’d like to do something in my field.” You say, while your college’s career counselor looked over your resume on his tablet, “I’ve written a few plays and...”

“I can see that.” His words carried a dismissive tone and his eyes are glued to his tablet, “But there aren’t any opportunities for you based on your specific interests and timeframe.”

“But that’s not fair.” You complain, “I came here because you guarantee 100% of your graduates leave with a job in their chosen field.” You felt frustrated- you paid a lot of money to get this degree with the belief that you’d be employed.

“We do indeed.” He says, continuing to focus on his tablet, “We work closely with our students to get them to where they need to be.”

“So then why...”

“But sometimes it takes time.” He continues, swiping aggressively on his touchscreen, “But with all struggling students, we can match them into a program that has better career prospects.”

“But I don’t...”

“Take for example Exercise Science.” He says, “This year, 100% of their students will be going into a career in their field.”

“How does that have anything to do with...”

“Theater didn’t work out for you, did it?” He says, handing you the tablet, “But I think we can start fresh.”

You look down at the tablet and raise an eyebrow. Was this some kind of joke? It was a schedule for a freshman. Typed in bold letters at the top was “exercise science major” with classes already planned for the fall semester.

“What kind of game are you...?” You look up at him.

“What’s wrong?” The career counselor asks, “I thought this is what you’d want?”

“Well, it’s just that...” You look back down at the tablet, but it’s your hands that catch your attention. Are they bigger? Meatier? You shake your head, “It’s just that...”

“Are you having second thoughts about your major?” He asks.

“Yes... no... I mean, I don’t...” Your shirt is starting to feel a bit tighter around your chest, “It’s just that...”

“It’s not uncommon for new students to have doubts. But we want to ensure that you’re happy with your choice.”

“New students? But I’m...” Your sleeves feel tighter around your bulging biceps and triceps, “Wait... since when...?” You run your hand along the veiny muscles of your thick arms.

“This is why we have these meetings prior to you matriculating.” He continues.

“Ma-matricu...?” That word hurts your brain and your eyes narrow.

“It means before you formally enroll.” He says.

“Ah thanks bro.” You chuckle, “But wait... I’m already a student...” You shake your head again, “Seriously, what the fuck?”

“No need to get vulgar.” He says, “It’ll be okay.”

You start to breath faster and you quickly open the camera app on the tablet. The face looking back at you is definitely not your own. It’s younger, more chiseled, and your eyes are dull. But before you can say anything, a loud tearing sound fills the room. You yelp when your shirt falls in tatters around you, leaving your chiseled physique on full display. You whimper as you run your hands along your cobblestone abs and firm, hairless pecs.

“This isn’t... how, bro?” You look up at the career counselor.

“I said not to worry.”

And suddenly you feel a tingling in your brain. You realize your memories are being altered and changed as the last four years of your life are removed. Time spent in class, writing screenplays, and hanging out with your theater friends become hazy. Your time studying Anton Chekhov and Lynn Nottage vanish from your mind. Even personal details start to shift. You’re no longer a 22 year old college senior about to graduate with a theater degree. No, you’re an 18 year old high school senior about to enter college. A single tear rolls down your chiseled face as you realize your passion for theater has been replaced for a dedication to the gym.

“Are you okay?”

Something feels terribly wrong. And as you look down at your toned abs and meaty pecs, there’s a voice yelling deep from within you that this isn’t you. But no matter how desperately you try to remember being anything other than this meaty, smelly jock-bro, there’s nothing else. A dumb smile etches itself on your face.

“Nah man, I’m good.” You chuckle, “Sorry ‘bout the shirt though. These muscles can’t be contained.”

The career counselor smiles, “No worries. Well, we look forward to you starting in the fall. I’m hopeful that this time will yield you great success.”

“Yeah man, sure.” You grin.

And off you went- likely to the gym. Excited for the future and a career you were truly passionate about.

#male tf #male transformation #mental change #personality tf #jock tf #dumber tf #age regression

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violetarks · 8 months ago

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“baby keep talking, but nobody’s listening!”

anime: jujutsu kaisen

characters: gojo satoru, choso, fushiguro toji

summary: they find you on a date with someone they've never seen before, but they don't need to look for long to see how bored you were. deciding for you that it would be the first and only date you ever went on with that man, they come to your rescue.

warnings: afab! reader, she/her pronouns used, reader is on a date with a man, said date sucks ass (trying to regulate what y/n eats, snarky comments, egotistical, rude to hospitality workers), shoko/itadori/shiu help set you up on a date but they suck at it

↣ gojo satoru

"satoru, you have to get out," you huff at him, crossed arms over your chest. he sat on your cough, flicking through tv channels. "my date is coming here in ten minutes!"

"you mean the stranger that shoko met at the mall and said would 'totally be your type'?" he says, looking over his shoulder to you. you raise a brow. "c'mon, blow him off. we need to finish 'the last of us'!"

"don't you dare watch it while i'm gone, satoru, or god so help me—" your phone rings, interrupting your threat. you answer when you see the number of your date. "hello? oh, yes, this is y/n."

you begin to walk to grab your keys and your bag, satoru following after you when you suddenly stop.

"oh, uh... you want to meet there?" you say, tilting your head, "no, that's fine, i'll leave now. see you—..."

"he's not coming to pick you up?" satoru questions, watching as you take out your car keys.

"he's actually already there. and he's ordered for me." you say with a bit of doubt in your voice. satoru can hear it. "it's fine, i should go now. don't you dare watch that show, i will kill you. see you, satoru."

the whole time you're gone, he can’t do anything. he’s sitting in silence for an hour, not even looking at his phone. he felt angry at himself.

so he followed you, obviously.

he looked up the restaurant you had mentioned to him before and saw the pictures posted online. it looked like such a nice first date place. and that boiled even more jealousy in him. of course he had to follow you.

and luckily he did; you looked miserable.

he takes out his phone as soon as possible.

“you know how many calories are in that meal?” your date said after the waiter left your table, “way better for you than what you wanted.”

you had just told him your favourite dish in the menu. and he told you he ordered you just a salad. while he got two meals because he was ‘bulking’.

when shoko showed you his instagram, you had to admit that he was cute. he was fit too, and you did your fair share of exercise. he had a nice smile and he also posted photos of his dog. but that couldn’t shield you from what was right in front of you.

you found out he was a model for a magazine you’ve never heard of, and while that was impressive, it was his whole personality. you asked about his pet, and he somehow turned it back to his career and how he did a fireman themed calendar last year. you’d think he was surely more than that, but it didn’t seem it. you had barely talked about yourself. it didn’t look like he was interested anyway.

“hm, what did i do today?” he thought out. you cringed at the way he tapped his chin, pretending to think. “i hit the gym at 5am, walked my pet for an hour and a half, took some photos for my resume since i’ve got a new deal coming up, and spent time from then to now just at the studio.”

you were waiting for him to ask about your day. he doesn’t.

“and you know, i’m actually the most valued model at my studio. they always call me for shoots, i’m always first on their list. you’d think i could catch a break every so often,” he chuckles out, rubbing up and down his arms. you hold back from rolling your eyes as you sip your water. “but it’s hard being so… handsome.”

you stare at him and fight the urge to roll your eyes once again.

"what about you?" the moment you've waited for comes a little too late. you're not even interested in speaking about yourself.

"well, i did some grocery shopping this morning—"

"what did you buy?"

"me and my friends are having a movie tomorrow, so i just bought some snacks for us," you explained for some reason, "chocolates, popcorn, chips—"

"junk food?" he scoffs back, "no, no, you don't need all that. you oughta' bring it back and get some fruit. way better for you."

you down the rest of your alcoholic drink you had ordered (the one thing he did let you choose) and look away.

that is when you feel a hand rest on your upper back.

"excuse me, ma'am," you look up and widen your eyes when you see satoru standing before you. he's wearing a white button-up, black slacks, dress shoes and a black waist apron. you freeze up. "the gentleman over there asked me to give you this, already paid for."

you look over to where he was pointing. nanami sits in his own suit as he waves his hand at you, pained smile. satoru places a mojito in front of you. your date stands up.

"the hell? doesn't he see that i'm here?" he scoffs as he stands up. his chair screeches against the floor, which collects everyone's attention in the restaurant. "he's insulting me! what a prick! i'm gonna fuck him up!"

"hey!" you stand up as he begins trudging over. satoru places a hand on your shoulder to stop you, and you see nanami roll his eyes and stand up as well, ready for the fight. "what are you two doing here? and why are you dressed like that?"

"i'm the ultimate undercover agent, of course," he replies. he begins pulling off his apron and dropping it on your seat. he hooks his arm with yours and smiles. "let's get outta' here."

"but my date—"

"he's fine," you watch as nanami dodges one of his punches with and irritated face. "nanami will take care of him."

you let him whisk you out of the restaurant while everyone is watching the two men fight (not really). satoru walks you to his car and starts the engine. you see nanami's car behind his.

"did you seriously bring him along to get me out of that date?" you chuckle as you stare at him. satoru purses his lips and looks away. "thank you, satoru. you didn't have to."

"you're welcome, gorgeous," he responds to you, "i could tell from the phone call that he wasn't all that. wonder what barrel they fished him out of."

you let out a small sigh and look out the window. you were embarrassed; this was the first date you've ever been set up on, and it went horribly. you knew you should've left earlier, not wait until satoru came along. he was your saviour for today, you had to admit.

but what was even worse, you seemingly let than man talk to you like that. you could chalk it up to just being friendly and giving him the best benefit of the doubt, but deep down you know you would never have let that slide with people you know. hell, yaga could speak to you that way and you would still give him an earful.

"don't be sad, y/n, now we can go to yours and watch our show," satoru attempts to cheer you up. he flashes you a smile. "i promise, i won't eat all your food."

"you're a liar, satoru." you laugh back.

"seriously though, that guy was a wreck. why did he keep talking about calories and stuff?" he mumbles out with a disapproving shake of his head, "i had to shut him up somehow. i should've just spilt the drink over him."

"oh god, what about the food? i didn't pay for my meal."

"you mean the salad you didn't want? i cancelled it for ya'."

"why aren't you this nice all the time? you usually bully me." you claim in a joking matter. satoru pouts at you. "i appreciate this, a lot. i guess guys who only ever think about themselves aren't my type."

there's a quietness in the car as he turns on his indicator. you enjoy the little noise coming from the radio, a song that you've heard quite a lot.

"you know, yuuji, nobara and megumi?" he clears his throat.

"yeah?" you respond to him in confusion.

"yeah," he hums with a nod of his head, "i think 'bout them a lot. they're good kids."

"they are," you agree with him. it takes you a few seconds before you look at him again. "satoru, that's not what i meant."

"so am i your type?"

"oh my god."

"answer the question, y/n."

↣ choso

"yuuji?"

"yeah?"

"do you know who this is?" choso shoves his phone into his brother's face.

"uh, that's y/n." yuuji responds in a bit of confusion. the two of them were sitting in a new restaurant with ramen on their tables. choso’s sat nearly untouched for the past ten minutes as he flicked through some pictures you sent to a groupchat with him in it. yuuji was halfway through chewing noodles when choso asked him about the photo you sent a few minutes ago. “why? she looks good.”

“no doubt,” choso mutters in response as he zooms in on the other figure in the picture you took of your reflections in the window, “i mean him.”

“oh, that’s the guy who me, nobara and y/n saw last week at the movies,” yuuji responds, “he asked y/n for her number, so i think they’re out together right now.”

he looks at yuuji in disbelief as the pink-haired boy starts slurping on the soup. it takes him a few seconds to properly react.

“are you serious?” choso says a little loudly. people turn to stare at the pair. “you let him get her number?”

“what? he seemed cool and y/n didn’t seem to mind that i gave it to him.” yuuji holds his hands up in defense as choso angrily glares at the photos on his phone screen. “you said you weren’t gonna’ make a move on her anyway!”

“that doesn’t—” a groan leaves his lips as choso holds his head. he lets in a deep breath. “okay, it’s fine.”

“i’m sorry, choso.”

“no, it’s my fault, i did say i wasn’t going to ask her out,” he tells yuuji, who slowly goes back to eating, “i… i missed out, i guess.”

yuuji frowns as the guy in front of him sadly eats his food.

“you know…” he begins with a small smile. choso looks up to him. “they’re just out for lunch nearby. y/n told me where they were going. we could—”

“yuuji! hurry up!” choso has grabbed his jacket and is rushing to the door before yuuji can reply, “we might miss them!”

yuuji scurries out of restaurant after he gobbles down his ramen. it isn’t too far of a drive, actually. it took about 15 minutes to get there and choso had easily spotted your car in front of a cozy cafe. he parks next to it and almost ducks when be notices you in the chair facing the window, facing the two of them, with your date sitting in the booth — your favourite spot. choso always let you sit in the booth side.

choso clutched onto the steering wheel with gritted teeth. yuuji looked towards you to get a better view.

“huh… she looks annoyed.” yuuji points out.

“this guy…” choso grunts.

inside the cafe, you had taken a few photos of your food and your drink. you’re glad yuuji suggested this place, you loved the service and the food here. the servers were always so nice and helpful and quick, and the food was amazing too.

it was obvious to you that your date didn’t think the same.

“god, everything in here is so…” he begins as he examines the design on his waffles. he cringes a little. “girly.”

“it’s just a bunny design,” you point out as you sadly stir the cat-shaped foam into your hot drink, “it’s cute.”

“it’s embarrassing,” he reiterates. you purse your lips and sip your drink. the delicious taste was enough to make you forget his sour tone. until he speaks up again. “can’t believe your friend told us to go here.”

“i love this cafe,” you state, “everyone here is so nice.”

“the service is slow and they gave me the blueberry waffles instead of the normal ones like i said,” he complains. you set your drink down and hold back from rolling your eyes. “i don’t care how busy you are, you always check five times that the order is correct.”

you don’t even reply to him after that, only trying to enjoy your meal that you paid for. he wasn't helping at all. you thought that because he was so charismatic when talking to yuuji that he was probably a good catch, but you couldn't have been more wrong. maybe he was just putting up a front in order to score you. you really shouldn't judge a book by its cover anymore.

"hey. over here," he begins to snap his fingers and nodding at a server with four full plates of food. the guy looks over frantically, obviously under pressure. "i wanna' ask you something."

"ah, right, give me a second, sir—" the guy was trying to distribute the food with the customers who he was serving.

"i told you, slow service," your date scowls towards you. could you be any more embarrassed right now? the server finishes off his task before coming over to you two. before he can even ask, your date is holding up a nearly empty cup of coffee. "this is the most bitter coffee i have ever had in my whole entire life."

"oh, well, you ordered an americano, sir," the poor server explains, "they tend to be bitter."

"what? no, no, no," the guy in the booth starts shaking his head, "i ordered a flat white."

"you..." the server begins. he was the one who had taken your order too.

"you ordered the americano, actually," you pointed out. the guy raised a brow at you, unamused. "it's okay, you can just order a flat white—"

"god, i did not order an americano." he claims.

but you distinctly remember him saying 'americano' for his drink. and the server repeated the order back to him before it was confirmed annoyedly. you stare down at his nearly empty cup.

"y'know what? just put the flat white on the tab, i will pay for it." you sigh out as you rub your neck.

your date looks more pissed off as the server leaves.

"he was wrong, you don't have to pay for another drink." he mutters out.

"it's nothing, don't worry." you retort and stare back down at your food. you didn't have an appetite anymore and a few minutes pass in silence.

the flat white comes out after such a long time of waiting. your date drinks it quietly, but you notice that he makes a face to show he doesn't like it. you quickly excuse yourself to go and pay at the counter for your food (he insisted on splitting the bill since he didn't like the place) so that you don't have to hear him bicker about it.

"hey," you turn behind you to see choso standing there in a baggy hoodie, a bit nervous, "fancy seeing you here..."

your eyes flicker to outside, where you see yuuji waving at you from choso's car. a smile lands on your face.

"nice to see you, choso," you mutter back as you fish out your wallet. the cashier rings up your total and you press your card to the reader. "how was your lunch with yuuji?"

"good. we cut it short to save you," he bluntly says. you blink as he glares at your date. "i don't like the guy you're with."

"me neither," you sigh out, "i think this is the last time i'll see him. but i gotta' tough it out for the rest of the date."

"you could just leave now." choso adds. he looks at you with furrowed brows.

"ah... i'm not that confident—"

"a takeaway box and takeaway cup, please," choso asks the cashier. she had been sitting there and silently agreeing with you that the guy you were sitting with was a total jerk. "thank you."

he places them in your hands and pushes you gently towards the table.

"who the hell is this guy?" your date scoffs and glares at choso, who does the same back.

"look, i'm not really having a good time on this date," you say as you play with the takeaway boxes. choso hastily takes them from you and fills it with your food in an organised matter. "i think this is the farthest we go. please enjoy the rest of your food, though."

"you serious? ditching me for some jackass?" he accusingly points at choso who wears a shit-eating grin on his face. "this is bullshit!"

"calm down, god..." you groan and rub your temple, "i just don't like you, you're so rude."

"me? you're the one who dragged me to this shithole!"

"shut your mouth before i drop you right now," choso scowls as he pushes the guy back into the booth seat. everyone was watching now, quietly thanking choso for showing up and dealing with him. "grow up, man. you act like a child."

choso grabs your hand and tugs you out of the cafe. you both thank the service with your takeaway in hand. yuuji gets out of the car with a wide smile once you two get closer.

"so, how did it go?" he asks with wide eyes.

you throw your keys at his chest.

"you're driving my car back to my apartment as punishment for setting me up with that asshole," you say with a small frown. you all knew you didn't really blame him, though. "never giving my number out to anyone ever again."

yuuji apologises thoroughly before getting into your car and driving off in the wrong direction. choso opens your door and gives you the food. once he's inside the car himself, he starts it up and begins driving.

you rest a hand over choso's on the middle console.

"thanks, choso," you sigh out, "i should've done that earlier."

"it's fine, y/n, i just wished i came sooner." he replies.

you stare at the side of his face, how irritated he looked just thinking about your date. a smile settles onto your lips and you brush your thumb over his knuckles. he falters and looks back to you for a second before muttering a 'what'.

"i'll take you out for dinner as a thank you," you state, which makes his ears go red, "you're a sweetheart, choso."

"i... uh, yeah, i'll go out with you," he mutters, "thanks..."

the laugh you let out is worth ruining thousands of your dates.

↣ fushiguro toji

"have you ever been to france?" the conceited finance guy in front of you asks, fixing his tie. he wears this smirk on his face that proves that he just knows how rich he was. he wasn't coy at all. you force a smile and shake your head slowly, trying to enjoy your meal at least. "really? that's a shame. i've been plenty of times before, and i've gotta say, the best part is..."

you begin to zone out, sighing to yourself as you move your pasta around on your plate haphazardly. he had chosen such a nice italian restaurant to absolutely ruin your perception of this guy after the first ten minutes of talking to him. you look to your watch, showing it had been only two hours since your date started.

cursing out shiu in your head, you cautiously look out the window to the sky. it wasn't that dark yet, but it felt like your night had been taken away. your mind wanders to yesterday to your conversation with shiu.

shoe

you're getting picked up at 5 tomorrow

y/n

am or pm?

shoe

???

shoe

don't show him how stupid you are, he's a rich guy. maybe he'll bring you to a yacht

y/n

why would i want to be on a yacht for our first date? is he nice?

shoe

he's rich, y/n. that's all that matters.

sometimes, you wonder how he managed to meet all these people. but then you remember that assholes attract assholes. they move together in flocks.

you stare at your red wine and tap your finger on your cheek.

"what do you think about it?" he questions, getting your attention again. you look up to see his smug face. did he really want to know?

"oh, me?" you asks, sitting up straight. you had no idea what he had been saying for the past 15 minutes.

"well, who else would i be talking to, silly?" he says in this mocking tone.

'yourself, it's who you've been talking to all night', you internally say. you had wasted such a nice outfit too. it was such a shame.

"mmm, well, it's a bit—" you begin, only to get interrupted.

"it's insane, isn't it? how could you lose so much money in only a year?" he barks out a laugh, as obnoxious as he was. the table shakes as he bangs his fist against it, waiters and guests looking towards you two. "it's absolutely preposterous! i would never make such a decision like that."

you chew out an awkward laugh before turning to your wine, sipping it.

unknowingly to you, toji was waiting in the car outside the building, getting a good view of you and your new date. he cursed shiu in a huff; not only did he set you up with someone, but the guy was a total prick. he couldn't have done a worse job, and he was broke. he pulled his seat back, watching him with pointed eyes. that guy's mouth hadn't stopped moving ever since you entered the restaurant.

and you? you looked gorgeous, your dress hugged you just right, so much so that he was jealous. toji knows it should've been him to go and take you somewhere like this.

he snaps when the guy calls the waiter over, complaining about his half-eaten food and causing a scene. you looked so uncomfortable. standing up, you excused yourself to the bathroom. and toji is quick to get out of the car.

"he's such an asshole." toji claims as you exit the ladies room. you freeze, pressing out the creases of your dress before walking closer to him at the end of the hall.

"when did you get here?" you ask, hand on your hip, "and how do you know he's an asshole?"

"been watchin' the whole time from the car," he tells you, watching as you widen your eyes and tilt your head at him, "what? couldn't help myself. shiu said you were on a date with some rich guy, 'n i had to see it."

"yeah, well, remind me to kill shiu. he's got the worst taste in men." you sigh out, crossing your arms as you lean against the wall with him. he peers at you. "you know he asked to try every single wine they had before we ordered? and he complained about the merlot not being darker. not only that, he saw my plate and said 'are you gonna' eat all of that?'. the dickhead!"

"that shit looked good." he commented, shaking his head, "who wouldn't finish that food."

"right? ugh, i hate him so much. and he hasn't even asked me about myself other than my name. he explained to me his 'entrepreneurship' and dropshipping. wanted to clock him in the face." you complained more, only fueling toji's own hate for the man.

he lifts himself off the wall, grabbing your arm and dragging you with him. "go 'n get your things. we're gettin' out of here."

"what? what am i supposed to say to him?" you mumble, stumbling behind him, "where are we going?"

"don't say anything to him. if ya' feel bad, pay for your own food." he explains to you, hand moving to rest on your back, "i'm not lettin' you waste that pretty little dress on someone like that guy."

you stare at the back of his head before falling into step with him, stopping at the table with your date. he does a double take once he sees toji, slowly standing up.

"who's he?" he asks, scanning him up and down.

"none of your business." toji retorts, looking down at him.

you begin to grab your purse when he holds out his hand to you. "where the hell are you going?" your date asks you.

"here. for my food." you say, handing him a fifty. the note flutters onto the table in front of him, which he stares at in awe. tugging on your jacket, you stare back at him with furrowed brows. "good luck in life."

with that, you turn around and begin to walk to the exit. behind you, toji sticks his tongue out at the other man and follows after. his hand finds your back once more and you wait to cross the road, sighing out to him, "thank you, toji. saved me."

"no problem." he replies, opening the door for you.

"how did you get in my car?" you ask, sitting in the driver's seat.

"don't ask." he tosses you the keys, making you wonder even more. he gets into the other side, looking back at you. “we’ll hit up that restaurant downtown. the one you always talk about wanting to go to.”

“but you said you don’t like their cuisine.” you claim, starting the car.

“it’s the only place i know that’s fancy.” he explains, looking out the window.

“sweetheart, i wouldn’t say that’s fancy—”

“do you want to go out or not?”

you laugh, reaching out a hand and holding his. he gives a small smile before looking back at you. “thank you, toji.” you say, stopping at a red light. you glance at him, sincere look in your eyes. “it means a lot that you care.”

“jus’ saving you from being stupid as fuck.” he tells you, making you roll your eyes and snatch your hand back, “could ya’ not tell he was a tool when he didn’t knock at your door? motherfucker waited in his car.”

“my god, you’ve been watching since then? toji!” you jokingly reprimand, looking at him for a split second, "i should've known from the start though... he was on his phone the whole time, in the car ride. on bluetooth speaker too."

"i woulda' jumped out the car." he retorts, shaking his head, "we should jump shiu."

"we really should." you laugh, smiling at him, "maybe for our next date."

toji can't help but roll his eyes. he knows deep down that you were hoping shiu was going to set you up with him instead. he can see it on your face, a smile that is pushing through on your lips. you're secretly happy that it was toji who 'ruined' your 'date'.

"i say that because i know you can't pay for dinner."

"did you think i was paying for this one?"

you scoff back, elbowing him, "you leech."

"you know you love me." he says it teasingly, but he knows better than anyone that you actually do.

#gojo satoru #gojo satoru x reader #gojo #gojo x reader #choso #choso x reader #kamo choso #kamo choso x reader #fushiguro toji #fushiguro toji x reader #toji #toji x reader #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk #jjk x reader

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tales-from-elysivm · 10 months ago

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★。／ falling in love with you ＼。★

ask: this was a request! but I can't find the ask on my old blog, but I do know that it was a quirkless!assistant!reader with midoriya, todoroki, bakugo, shinso, monoma, and kendo. I did cut off monoma and kendo since I feel like I don't know enough about their characters, if that's ok!

pairing: midoriya x gn! reader, todoroki x gn! reader, bakugo x gn! reader, shinso x gn! reader (separate)

fandom: boku no hero academia

word count: 3,722

tw: none, wholesome fluff with some swearing on bakugo's section

notes: this had taken a really long time on my original blog, so im happy to finally be able to share it, if you're from my OG blog, and you were waiting, im sorry it took so long! and since I can't get back into my old blog anymore (I lost the password), please resubmit your asks at anytime and ill try to get to them asap!

! be sure to like and reblog if you enjoyed !

~the meeting~

You’re first introduced to Class 1A/1B as a stand-in for a sparring partner in hand-to-hand combat. It was better - in Aizawa’s opinion - for you to brush up on your skills while also putting his students in a more hands-on approach to learning. You stand before the class, ready.

You challenge whoever is confident with their skills so far to come forward and fight you. Over your shoulder, Aizawa stands huddled in his sleeping bag. He isn’t too worried, he trusts your abilities to handle his class, and besides, you needed to grow to tolerate them quickly.

None of the students wanted to fight you at first.

There was at least one of their close friends that teased them because they had noticed you staring at them out of all the other blue-clad students. So, of course, to avoid further embarrassment, they step forward to be the first example.

The rules are simple. No quirks. Just simple hand-to-hand. The first to pin the opponent for at least half a minute is the winner of the exercise.

I. midoriya

~ after the meet ~

Izuku really didn’t want to fight you

He didn’t know your strengths, your weaknesses, your quirk, your skill set, how powerful it was versus what it looked like, etc. (cue the nerdy rambling). He had no notes on you!

Izuku had seen you in class every once in a while when he wasn’t busy. You sat by the teacher’s desk grading papers and sometimes assisting Aizawa by running errands or taking over while he took a nap on the floor. But based on your stature and appearance and the fact you were wearing a school uniform, you seemed to be a student as well.

That leads to plenty of interesting theories about you!

“I think they’re a villain!” Kaminari said light-heartedly. It sounded like a rather malicious thing to suggest, Izuku thought, despite his wider grin. “In like… a rehab program or something.”

“Why would they send a villain to a school for a rehab program though?” Iida pulls his drink from his mouth. “It’d be much more likely they be put on community service or in more safe environments.”

Izuku looks across at you.

You’re sitting away from the teachers at the moment, trading notes with a girl in class 2C, laughing as you both scribble away and discuss some class that he can’t quite hear. You wave her off before moving down the table to another group who are slurping ramen over a table full of messy textbooks and broken pens. Izuku knew these kids to cause enough trouble for everyone, but they push aside their bowls and utensils and kick off their bags so they can let you sit with them.

Hm.

Have you always looked so pretty from this far away?

~ falling in love with you ~

My boy falls hard and fast… save him…

Izuku always pays attention during a class, but he always tries to pay a little more attention when it’s you that’s teaching <3

After assisting Aizawa for a few weeks into the term, Momo asked who you were. In all the “excitement” of having to shephard a class of hormonal superheroes around, you had forgotten to introduce yourself!

He pulls out his hero notebook and begins taking detailed notes on you

[Y/N L/N], your power stats and small doodles of you in the bottom corner. Some more detailed, some awfully sketchy, but he never feels he got it quite right

Aizawa pats your head and dismisses you from your teaching duty for the day

For the rest of the class you resign yourself to your desk and join the students in learning the next emergency protocol

He thinks you might be looking away when he glances at you

Are you looking at him too?

You’ve ruined him, he’d swear on it. He can’t help it, just by looking at you. The swell of your hips when he can see you walking in front or behind him, the way your eyes light up if he even gains the confidence to talk about his hero notebooks with you, the little shocks he gets when your knees touch on the floor of his dorm room. Or maybe he finds you distracting in some way? Your voice drags him from each lecture, even if it’s not aimed at him. Your smile lures him in. He’s sure you have to have a quirk somehow, hidden there that you haven’t told him about yet.

Do you find him as distracting as he finds you?

Among his many nervous habits, a new one is born. What is it? Well, drawing you in his notebook.

It’s during one of these very creepy-sounding moments that he remembers he never actually asked you what your quirk was. Nor had he seen it in action before

Other people had wondered about it before, but no one had an answer

So he asks you

You laugh.

It’s almost shocked, but partly sad. You tell him, quite simply, that you’re quirkless. And that Aizawa gave you the position in 1A because you were willing to become a teaching assistant on the side. Though you suspect it’s favouritism, he wants you to have a good education, UA is a nice place, he’ll be close by in case any shit goes down.

If anything Izuku falls even more in love with you. Hearing you ramble with him about your favourite heroes, how you want to be your own hero even if you can’t do the same things as they can, and you’re still here talking to him.

You’re one of the first people he tells about All Might passing on his quirk to him. He’s worried you might be envious of it, or hate him for lying his way into UA, but you beam at him and assure him he’ll be the best Number One Hero you’ve ever seen.

Yeah, he’s definitely fallen a bit harder, if the sweaty palms and nervous heart skip is enough to go off of.

~ fighting for your attention ~

Now imagine this poor, sweet, innocent broccoli-head of a boy finally falling in love with you! He’s smitten with you

But now he’s watching you interact with his classmates interact with you a little more closely

He doesn’t mind of course, he knows everyone loves your personality and just the feeling you give off. It makes them feel warm and safe and you being quirkless limits any sense of a threat to those who are more sceptical

What he doesn’t like is that he knows some of them fancy you

Some of them love you

He begins studying harder, training harder, works out more so he can make sure he can hear your sweet praises and warming smiles

Any “good job!” and “i’m so proud!” you can offer him is cherished. He cherishes you

So he gathers his courage to try harder just for you, so you can think of him as your number one hero!

Now the only question is; do you cherish him?

K. bakugo

~ after the meet ~

An unbridled opportunity to inflict pain on an (admittedly) attractive stranger?

Fuck yeah

Quirk or no quirk, he was going to absolutely destroy you. He was sure of it!

Shitty hair said you looked oddly familiar, but who cares?

Katsuki had seen you around in the dormitory building, of course, he never paid you much attention. You were wearing a uniform, so he guessed you were a student. He thought you were boring.

Pretty, but boring.

Not that he was looking, shut up–

Maybe if he kicks your ass a bit he’ll stop getting so distracted

Or…:

Are you fucking kidding?

You kicked his ass! Barely breaking a sweat!

One minute he’s preparing to just kick you in the gut and land a right hook to your face, but then he steps into the field where white lines have been drawn and you smile at him. You wish him good luck and bow before getting into a fighting stance.

He draws a blank after that. Sure, he lands the first kick, but gets your thigh instead so you skid across the pitch. Then you effortlessly sidestep his next swing and he just wants to blast your face off in embarrassment.

Then, most painful of all, you punch him right in the gut and kick him until he’s down.

He’s butt-hurt, as expected and refuses to even look at you.

Shitty hair slaps his shoulder and laughs as he joins the rest of the class. You brush dust off your uniform and prepare to fight Mina next.

“That was something huh?” Kaminari jests, snickering. “I should’ve gotten that on camera.”

Katsuki decides just then that he’s going to make your life hell for what you’ve done.

~ falling in love with you ~

He’s not falling in love with you, shut up-

Ok so he’s a grouchy boy anyway right so of course he’s not going to admit it as quick as the others

In fact he makes it a goal in life to annoy you enough until you hate his guts, then he might feel better about wanting to grind your face into the pavement

He kicks your chair out when you go to sit so you slam into the floor, shut the door to the classroom in your face, shoves you in hallways at every chance he gets, and even becomes so petty he begins stealing your favourite snacks and drinks out of the fridge and cupboards

Smug bastard even devours them in front of you just so you know that it was him

He hates them but that doesn’t stop him!

And - as much as he doesn’t want to admit it - he kinda hates the small flicker of disappointment that flutters behind your eyes before you offer to go on a snack-run for everyone on your way

Dammit!

He makes it sound like your idea that he stalks alongside you to the grocery store.

“You’d probably get lost if someone wasn’t around to hold your hand,” he’d mock you. If you inquire if he’d hold your hand around the store, he’ll definitely leave you behind. Don’t tempt him. And if you laugh he’ll walk back to the dorms and leave your ass to wonder where he went, searching through aisles for him. He knows you would.

Begrudgingly, he knows somewhere in him won’t let him abandon you there. What part? No idea but he hates it.

Which is why he is now escorting you on the seventh snack-run of the month. You push the trolley around because even with all your begging he won’t do it. Shopping list in hand you throw in bags of snacks and surprise treats for your classmates.

You have everything stacked up now. Popcorn for movie nights, and each person’s specific sweets, but instead of heading towards the cashiers, you’re turning towards the scoop-and-weigh section.

“Oi, dumbass!” Bakugo doesn’t follow after you at first, and he doesn’t care that people are turning to stare at him. “Cash register is that way!”

“I know that.” You smile and disappear behind the aisle. He really has no choice but to drag his feet to follow. When he comes around the side you’re scooping a bag full of honey-roasted almonds - ones he knows you hate but his mouth waters at.

“What are you getting those for?” He curses how soft his voice is now, but he can’t help but wonder why you’re buying them now.

“They’re your favourite, right?” You respond.

“Yeah?” How did you even know that?

You must be reading his mind with some hidden quirk or something, because you quickly explain that you had questioned Kirishima about the hidden stash in the cupboards one time and he had told you almost immediately. So, why not grab some more when you noticed that his stash was getting low?

Without letting him answer you walk past him to the checkouts. He watches after you, mouth dry. He can’t even think of an insult for you right now.

Fuck!

~ fighting for your attention ~

He still won’t admit it to himself so don’t expect a massive, dramatic confession from him (…yet)

No, he’s willing to fight anyone and everyone who wants your affections from the sidelines

Someone looks at you a little too long? (Punch them)

Someone touches your shoulder during a PE class? (Make their life hell)

Deku asks for your help on an essay and you respond with an all-sweet smile that just rubs him the wrong way? (Kill him - but not actually)

Jealousy is a dangerous game for Katsuki

(He’s not jealous don’t even ask—)

He’s willing to completely flip the tables so that maybe you’d notice that something’s different: he doesn’t kick your chair out anymore, or eat your snacks, or try to fight you in the hallways

Instead he does all of that for pretty much everyone else—with exceptions for Kirishima of course

Anything so he can deny that he’s gone the slightest bit soft for you when you both sit in the common room and eat your respective snacks, talking about some annoying classmate that had pissed him off for the fourth time that day

And god dammit, won’t you just notice that he appreciates you?

S. todoroki

~ after the meet ~

Now, my first question is, is it vague curiosity or a drive to urge his strength forward that makes Shoto fight you?

It’s the strength training, he reasons

He doesn’t need it of course, he’s capable enough, but that doesn’t stop him from arguing with himself that that could be the only reason

And no, it’s definitely not because he can see you giving him a curious look over the heads of his classmates, and certainly, not because Kaminari gives him a knowing grin because even he can see you staring at him

So he puts himself forward as a volunteer

For the training… sure

Even after you lose to Todoroki he’s courteous about it. You both bow out of respect and he rejoins the line. After that he doesn’t expect to see you very much after that, perhaps never again. He thinks, despite the theories, you might be a student-teacher from a different academy.

But no, the next week you show up to their regular classes. And not long after that, you’re both working on group and pair projects together.

Like today, it’s theory. Emergency Evacuation in a Disaster. You pick some form of ‘emergency’ and then plot out an essay with detailed instructions for evacuation for the project. Simple. You pick a disaster and begin the essay.

You ask him questions in between, just general small talk, asking how his day is and the like. But he appreciates it. He knows that you know who he is and yet you just ask him normal questions. (Let’s say this is before his arc to make friends.)

You praise him for his strength in your battle and it makes his heart pound. Is he sick? What does this mean?

What do you mean when you say you like his company? How does he get you to stop? He doesn’t like not being in control of how his heart is beating.

~ falling in love with you ~

I don’t think that originally it would be obvious to you that he fancies you

He’d be courteous at first, hold the door for you, compliment things about you, pull out your chair or save you a seat at lunch, it’s simple little things

You don’t notice of course, you just think he’s being nice

But to literally everyone else, it’s so obvious to them that he’s already completely smitten with you. He barely talks to anyone else… and yeah he doesn’t talk much with you either but he tolerates your company more than others

And he’s a gentleman so why would he outright say anything?

(That’s the reason and not that he’s afraid to, yeah totally-)

So instead he sits and listens to your conversations

It’s not your fault he’s having a bad day, but at the moment he’s giving the cold shoulder to everyone in 1-A.

That doesn’t stop you from dragging your chair up to his small desk during your break and eating there with him. He doesn’t tell you to leave, because he doesn’t think he can. He just watches you pull out utensils and begin to eat. He hasn’t even bothered with his own food, he can feel a pit swallowing his stomach, like he couldn’t cram anything in there if he wanted to.

“Bad day?” you ask, like you couldn’t already tell. “Don’t wanna talk about it?”

He nods at you. He can’t lie. And he sure as hell can’t ignore you.

“I understand,” you give a thoughtful hum, eating a bite of your food. “My day was pretty crappy too. It gets like that sometimes, you just gotta keep going. You can’t stop living just because your head’s a bit heavy.”

He didn’t ask for your advice, and maybe before that would’ve bothered him that you didn’t stop talking, but now he can’t find it in him to be frustrated. His annoyance deflates at your presence. You radiate this homely comfort he hasn’t felt in a long time.

Shoto goes through the effort of pulling out his food, just so you might feel better about it.

He forces out the words;

“And your day? Tell me about it… please.”

~ fighting for your attention ~

Now shoto is less likely to actually try and confront others about their shared affections

In fact in normally takes him a good while to officially realise that he loves you

But pretty soon he just begins to seek you out more

As he grows more social, earns new friends and becomes accustomed to everyone, you work with him closely to help him learn social cues and overcome his trauma

He comes to like touching you, whether it be a hand on his head, touching knees in the dorms, a simple hug, or you leaning on him until you fall asleep on him during the winter. He feels comfortable with you

But with this realisation comes one more;

He wonders if he could handle going back to living without you

H. shinso

~ after the meet ~

Now, shinso’s quirk is pretty hard to implement in a fight, which is why he mainly prefers hand-to-hand

Overall, he feels tired, if not a little bored, by the spar with you

He hadn’t noticed you at all before this lesson in 1C, but his teacher had said that you were helping by moving down from 1A

Why, he couldnt figure out

But nonetheless, he finds you watching him while waiting to spar you in your first physical education class together, so he volunteers

And he quickly gets disqualified–

He swears he doesn’t mean to, but almost as soon as he begins the fight, you overwhelm him.

What you lack in a visible quirk, you make up for in speed, kicking and jabbing and ducking away before he can get a hit in. It’s when he finds you hovering over his shoulder, about to throw a punch to his face, that he panics and asks for your name.

A bit confused, slowing down a little bit, you give it to him, and almost as quickly, you’re under his control. The teacher immediately barks at him to release his control, and he obliges, but he’s still disqualified and you’re given an instant win. When you stumble, regaining your own self-control, you look up at him in bemusement.

But you don’t look scared at all, instead you smile at him.

“Brainwashing? That’s a pretty cool quirk, huh?”

You confuse him, and he’s not sure if he likes it yet.

~ falling in love with you ~

After you move down to 1C to work on your General Hero courses, you begin to grow closer with Shinso

You don’t think that his quirk is any different to the others at UA, which he is somewhat confused by

‘Some of these guys can set people on fire! Brainwashing doesn’t sound too different to the others you see here’, was your only explanation whenever he asked about it

Overtime, you become one of his only friends in 1C, he tolerates you

He spends most of his time with you, studying, eating, talking, he helps you write papers on general hero practices, telling you about his history with children being scared of his ‘villain quirk’

All things considered, he trusts you, and i dont think he could say that for many other people at UA

You both sit cross-legged on the floor of his dorm room. He very rarely decorates it, but you begged him to let you set up the fairy lights and little cat decals that were meant for his wall. Begrudgingly, he agreed.

So that’s what you’ve been doing, arranging kitties on the wall over his desk. Cute little art pieces that resemble grey and calico cats.

Meanwhile, he’s studying on his floor, laying back and occasionally sneaking glances at you to see if you’re tangled in the lights. Soon enough you have them strung up nicely in the corners of his dorm-room, sending soft gold light over his purple hair. He doesn’t move until you lay on the floor beside him, looking up at the ceiling.

“What do you think?” you ask, leaning up on your elbows to admire your handiwork.

He’s quiet for a moment, just looking at you, taking in the view of your side-profile.

“They look nice.”

Shinso isn’t talking about the lights.

~ fighting for your attention ~

Listen, usually Shinso absolutely hates using his quirk for anything out of villain fights, because if he does he feels like he reinforces the idea that he might be a villain too

But, when it comes to you?

He’s relatively tame at first, he doesnt get too jealous or overprotective as someone else might (cough, bakugo, cough), but it doesnt mean that he doesnt need reassurance sometimes

If it gets to the point that another one of your suitors is making you uncomfortable, then by all means, hes asking them what theyre doing and forcing them to walk away

And afterwards, having that little moment of supposed villainy feels worth it

Just keep smiling at him

im sorry this took so long!

I hope you guys enjoyed

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Making Her Mine

Summary: Rebekah compels Elena to reveal her feelings for you and now your trust is betrayed. Rebekah seizes this opportunity to warm up to you as she has always found you attractive. Hanging out with her escalates to a make-out session as you relish your newfound feelings for her...

Smut, angst, a lil' bit of fluff

Elena cheating on the reader, Elena slander

A/N: This is the first time I've published smut. I hope it's fine (I know it's horrible) otherwise just forget this happened... do let me know if you liked it. Happy reading!

Rebekah Mikaelson X Fem!Reader

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Rebekah was dragging Stefan by the arm to the high school library and you trailed behind them, compelled to do as the Original said.

Elena, your girlfriend of two years, gasps and stands up at your arrival. "Stefan, Y/N..."

You shot her a confused look, not understanding why was she so shocked.

Rebekah shot at the brunette. "Did I say you could move?" Elena shot her an exasperated look as she slowly sat down and you moved to sit near her.

She circled you people and spoke loudly in her accented voice. "Class is in session. You know the rules. Answer my questions honestly. No disobedience, no one leaves. April, my sweet, take notes. That's how you get answers in this town."

Her gaze lingered on you, which made you feel nervous and fidgety. Sure, you didn't show it, but she was a thousand-year-old vampire who could kill you in the blink of an eye, who was currently eyeing you like a predator would do to its prey. "In the year 1114, my brother learned, thanks to yours truly, about a brother of vampire hunters with tattoos that grew with each kill. These tattoos revealed what, Elena?"

"A map" your girlfriend answered, looking down. "Which led to... Caroline?"

"A cure for vampirism."

"Perfect. So we're all caught up. Stefan Salvatore, the last time we saw each other, you had a vampire hunter. But in order to decode the map, you need the location of the hunter’s sword, which you got out of me by using some very dirty tricks. Assuming you found the sword, you also found the cure… and you’re all still vampires. Something went wrong."

She looked at April. "What are you doing?"

"Oh, you asked me to take notes."

Rebekah sighed. "Oh, I wasn't being literal, darling. But now that you mention it, a flow chart would be nice. Which means index cards and push pins. Go fetch." The teen left.

At that very moment, the blonde Original appeared oh-so-tempting to you. The way she exercised control over all of you made you feel hot all over. It has happened quite a few times before. But you were with Elena and you had no tolerance for cheaters. There was just something about Rebekah that has always piqued your interest, but then again, loyalty was the most important thing for you. No one else but Elena had a place in your heart all this time.

Stefan grew irritated and straightened up. "You're wasting your time. We don't know anything."

"So you just gave up? I thought you'd do anything to save Elena. Y/N?"

Suddenly, all eyes in the room stared at you. The tension was so thick, you though a chainsaw was needed to cut through it. You sensed something bad and grew antsy under their collective gazes. "Why are you all staring?"

No answer. "Guys...?"

Rebekah spoke again. "I'm missing something. What is it?"

No one spoke. "I asked you what happened. You have to tell me."

Finally, the younger Salvatore brother spoke. "Elena slept with Damon."

You whipped your head around to look at the mentioned brunette. Hot, white rage was all you felt thrumming in your veins. You were known for your calm demeanor and excellent control over anger, but it was getting really difficult not to claw the doppelganger's eyes out. "What is the meaning of this?!"

The doe-eyed Gilbert just looked down and spoke nothing. She knew how much your relationship meant to you. She knew that once your trust is betrayed, it's over. She knew that loyalty was the most important thing in the entire world to you. And yet she chose to disrespect you. It made you feel so pathetic. Another victim of the Petrova charm putty in the doppelganger's paws. What a bitch. Your eyes burned with hot tears, threatening to fall down. Your throat choked and tightened, making it impossible for you to say another word. No. You thought. You wouldn't shed your tears for a cheater. Tears are so precious; blood flows from the body, tears flow from the soul. Never in your entire life you had felt so insulted and betrayed. I am going to ruin them, you thought. No, I mustn't waste a moment of my life on these worthless assholes. You decided the latter was a better option. No one was as crafty and cruel as you when it came to revenge. You would be consumed by the fire of vengeance. God, you thought you sounded like you were going on a bloodbath. But that's the dark beauty of you...

You subtly took a deep breath and leaned back, your face a stone-cold mask in which even the most observant couldn't find a crack. You felt Rebekah's searing gaze in your bones. And in some way, it made you feel safe. And damn you when you didn't know why...

"So vampire Elena is a trollop who likes bad boys, but it doesn’t explain why sweet, loving, innocent Elena could be so heartless towards Y/N. How could she hurt her like that? Answer, please." The Original said, looking at Stefan.

He sighed as he spoke. "She didn't know it at the time, but she was sired to Damon."

Rebekah smirked. "A sire bond? That’s fascinating. And what do you think about that, Elena?"

Elena spat at her, "I think you’re sad. And bored. And in desperate need of a hobby."

It angered but didn't deter the blonde. She compelled the Gilbert. "You're hiding something. Fess up."

"I didn’t sleep with Damon because I’m sired. I slept with him because I’m in love with him," she spoke in such a way as if she were proud of what she'd done. That was the last straw.

"Fuck you." You spat with so much hatred and venom, that no more words were needed to convey the message: we're over. Then you spun on your heel and stormed out, carrying a kaleidoscope of emotions and the weight of Rebekah's lingering gaze.

You didn't know it at the moment, but you and Elena breaking up might just be the best thing that has happened to the Mikaelson...

It was nearly midnight, and you were at your house alone. You ate an entire tub of vanilla ice-cream, and now you were feeling guilty about it. You could have downed that bottle of Jack and Daniel hidden in your closet, but you decided you were not going to surrender to Damon's coping mechanisms.

Your room looked like a lowkey brothel, complete with silk sheets, roses, scented candles, and dim lighting. Hell, you were dressed in flimsy lace pyjamas, finding them extremely comfortable. But in your taste, it was a much-deserved self-care session.

Flipping through the pages of an erotic novel for the past hour, you got bored. It was so smutty, all the protagonists seemed to do was have sex. You grew irritated, your sex life was in shambles.

Suddenly, the bell rang. At this odd hour, you thought it would be Caroline stopping by with some ridiculously expensive cosmetics for a girl's night in, a not-so-subtle attempt of hers to comfort you. You might've hated Caroline at the moment for keeping Elena's secret, but you guessed you could live with it.

Every pore of your being protested when you rose, wrapped your robe around yourself and climbed down the stairs to open the door. The last person you were expecting to show up on your door was Rebekah Mikaelson.

Your heart skipped a beat. She looked so hot. Like get on your knees right now hot in those tight jeans and spaghetti top. For the first time ever, you could admire her classic, almost divine, beauty without any inhibitions or restrictions. For the first time, you really seemed to take her in. And gods, she was a sight for sore eyes. And damn you for wanting to bite that red lip and tear off her clothes.

You snapped out of it when she smirked. The look in her eyes made you weak in the knees. You knew that she knew of the effect she had over you.

You cleared your throat. "Rebekah, was an entirely unexpected surprise. How can I help you?"

She smiled. "Well, for starters, you could invite me inside..."

You knew it was dangerous. But you were so desperately praying for something to happen. You didn't care about the consequences. You wanted her so bad, you felt it in your bones, the desire running deep in your veins.

"Alright, would you like to come in?"

She looked surprised for a moment that you gave in so easily. But then she smiled wide and said, "I would love to." Then she stepped inside. Your heart hammered crazily in anticipation.

"Where shall I keep these?" She asked, holding up her arms. Then you noticed that she had a couple of bags looped in her arms. "I brought wine and something to munch."

You softened. "Oh, you didn't need to..."

"Oh, of course I do." She smiled softly.

You helped her with the bags to the kitchen. "Rebekah, this is a lot..." you began but she waved you off. You couldn't believe that an Original vampire was in your house in the middle of the night, who brought very costly wine and snacks to last an entire month. The blonde standing in front of you was the supposed nemesis of your friends, but what happened today was your defense.

"But why?"

"Well, that doppelganger bitch hurt you, and I was the one who meddled and you found out like this. So I guess I owed you one."

"No, no! I owe you one. I probably wouldn't have known for a longer period of time and that would've been so pathetic."

"Still... well, I hate her and you do too. So I thought that it's not such a bad idea to bond over our mutual loathing for her and maybe plot our revenge?" She said with that cute little smirk, making me laugh.

"Do you want to watch a movie?"

"Nothing cheesy."

"You think so? Elena ought to be the cheesiest girlfriend ever."

She rolled her eyes. "Thought so,".

"Come on,"

You guided her upstairs to your bedroom, and you were really, really nervous. Your heart was beating so loudly that you knew all too well that she could hear it.

Rebekah was in a frenzy of lust and excitement. She'd dreamt of this a little too many times and now it was real. You were the loveliest creature she'd ever encountered and she thought that you were really strong, funny and protective. And she really seemed to enjoy the not-so-decent outfit you were clad in.

The blonde glanced around your room and smirked in an almost-appreciative way. You felt a bit embarrassed about your clothes and your room, but hey, we all have those moments.

You put on a thriller on your laptop as you both sat comfortably on your post bed, with a huge bowl of chips to snack on.

About an hour must have passed in comfortable silence, and your dirty thoughts were put to rest for a while too as you focused on the complex plot of the movie. Then your patience was about to be tested.

An intimate scene was displayed on the screen and you froze. You became antsy as your thighs came in contact with Rebekah's hand. The tension in the room could be cut through with a knife. Your unbridled lust and roaring desire for her was consuming you and you couldn't control yourself as you turned to face her.

She was thinking the same thing as you and your lips collided. Your tongues fought for dominance as you explored every corner of her mouth, her doing the same.

It was a passionate, rough, and all-consuming kiss that had you moaning in her mouth and both of you had your eyes closed in bliss. She cupped your face while your hands tangled themselves in her golden locks.

It was so exhilarating, and you had just kissed... you were almost scared to know where the night would lead you.

Your lungs burned for oxygen but kissing her seemed the best way to die. Finally, you parted, gasping for air.

"That was..." you began, panting.

"Amazing," she finished, holding your eyes. You leaned in for another kiss, but she beat you to it. You kissed her senseless and your hands seemed to have a mind of their own as you began undressing her. Kissing her was your new favourite thing to do.

Her lips moulded perfectly into yours. The purpose of your life was to be hers, and at that very moment, everything was forgotten. She followed your actions and undid the flimsy lace and pushed you down, making you lie down.

The two of you were completely bare as your eyes met. You could drown and die in the blue ocean of her eyes. It was like being reborn. Her eyes held a challenge, promised an adventure and you reveled in the anticipation, the thrill and in her amorousness.

She raked her eyes all over your body and your every pore, every limb shook in bliss and ecstasy. "Damn, you're gorgeous..."

You smiled in satisfaction at her words and pulled her down to mesh your lips together.

Her lips slowly moved down to your neck, kissing and biting, leaving a trail of love bites all over. Lewd, wet sounds filled your ears as you flushed. She was a heady mixture. Slowly, very slowly, she moved down to the little dent at the base of your neck, then placed ticklish, feather-light kisses on your prominent collarbone. She kissed and licked through the valley of your breasts, down to your navel and your sensitive lower stomach.

She placed kisses along your waistline, making you gasp and moan into the silk-covered pillows. Your toes curled in pleasure when you felt her hot breath fanning over your womanhood. She had barely begun and you were already dripping wet.

The blonde moved down to kiss your inner thighs. So close but not giving you what you want.

"Rebekah, please..." you pleaded with her. Her eyes were a mixture of lust and amusement. "Please what?"

"Touch me!"

"Where?" She was such a tease. You grew frustrated and you grabbed her hand and guided it between your parted thighs. A loud, throaty gasp escaped your mouth as her fingers worked their magic upon your wet, slippery folds. You almost tore the sheets your fingers were gripping and you buried your face into the pillows to muffle your moans. But you decided against it. You wanted her to hear you. You wanted her to know just how good she was making you feel. Your body was so responsive to her touches .

Just then, her fingers hit that spot and you cried out in pure pleasure. You felt the pleasure building up and the sounds leaving your mouth resonated in every nook and corner of your house.

"Do you want me to stop?" she questioned innocently, but you knew all too well. "Shut up," you barely managed to say between your uncontrollable moans.

You wanted to tell her that you were going to reach your release, but the pleasure was too much and all you could think about was how good she was.

You started shaking and almost screaming as you reached your precipice. You quite literally saw stars as you came. Rebekah's gaze upon you was that of pure worship as she licked her fingers which were coated with your arousal. Then she leaned in to kiss you deeply and you could taste yourself on her lips. "You're so pretty..." she whispered, almost as if in a daze. You smiled and grabbed her my the arms, helping her lie down.

"My turn now," you spoke, aspiring to make her feel as good as she made you feel. You pulled her in for another searing kiss as you parted her thighs. Moving down, you maintained eye contact as you stuck out your tongue and tasted her. You'd never heard anything sexier than the gasp that left her lips when you did.

Soon, your tongue circled and lapped over her folds. Her throaty moans were music to your ears. You pulled back just when she was about to reach her high, deciding to use your fingers. Her sweet moans might as well would've been heard by the neighbours as you pleasured her all night long and to the breaking of dawn.

You both lay bare barring the sheet covering you as you watched the sun rise. To you, it felt surreal and as if it were a dream.

"I've wanted this for so long," Rebekah softly confessed. "When I met you first, I thought you were really pretty, like a royal. Your wit and wordplay is unmatched. I love how strong you are, how you don't need anyone to fight for yourself and how you're so ambitious. But you were with Elena and-" you silenced her with a kiss.

"You've no idea for how long I've wanted this too. But I'm afraid that with the arrival of the dawn, I'd wake up and all of this would be nothing but a dream." You spoke softly.

"Trust me, your screams last night were very real,"

You laughed as you kissed her. She pulled you into her arms for another round. And sure enough, the hickeys covering you were very real...

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katiefrog217 · 9 months ago

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Walks with Aziraphale were always so amusing, especially when he took one of his different forms. Tonight, Crowley took note of a few different reactions:

1. Much to his bemusement, quite a few people crossed the road entirely just to avoid him (he didn't know why, he thought this particular form was very charming).

2. Those who didn't avoid them either didn't notice at all, or cooed adoringly at his companion. A few snake enthusiasts tried their best to impart advice upon him (Yes, he was aware it was a chilly night to have a python outside. Yes, he was aware that he had a few extra rolls on him, and he would appreciate it if they didn't body shame him, please and thank you).

3. He had a particularly interesting encounter with a stranger who tried his best to buy Aziraphale from him (he didn't know whether to laugh or be offended on his companion's behalf when the person subsequently dropped their price offering upon learning he was male. He turned them down, of course).

This just in: local vampire hunter tries his hardest to look cool in front of his crush.

I said soon and I guess I meant now haha.

I could help but draw Crowley and Aziraphale from @mrghostrat 's new Vampire AU (thanks for the permission btw!!) and I'll be damned if I couldn't pass up the opportunity to draw Ball Python Azi after being deeply entrenched in Ball python morphs and drawing them for the past few years.

I'm also a big sucker (har har) for any kind of vampire au, so I was incredibly excited to draw this!! I'm still not confident in my ability to draw Crowley (or jackets oof) but I tried.

On that, while I have ya'll here, a few fun facts about Ball Pythons and Morphs:

Azi looks to me to be based on a Blue Eyed Lucy (Leucistic) ball python. Leucistic is different from Albino - both lack pigment, but Leucistics only lack pigments in parts, rather than entirely like with Albinism. The fastest way to tell the difference is the eye color.

Blue Eyed Lucies have eye colors that range from Black to Blue - blue obviously being the more popular eye color.

The whiter the snake, the more sought after it is (not all Lucies are pure white, depends on the morph combo)

Unlike a majority of ball python morphs, Blue Eyed Lucies don't have a distinct gene combo that defines them. Generally, their morphs included Mocha, Mojave, Lesser, Butter, etc. The combos are generally endless. A Super Mojave (Mojave bred to Mojave) will produce a fairly grey/white snake, but their heads tend to be a very dusty grey, and isn't an ideal combo for a Lucy.

A snake that seems incredibly white when hatched may change color as it ages and become less white. This is common for all morphs, and their patterns define themselves and get stronger with age.

In breeding, males are generally less desired than females, and run at a lower price generally. This is because a single male can breed multiple females, so it's less effective to have more males in a clutch than females.

Obesity in snakes IS a real thing, and generally hard to manage if you do have an obese snake. Snakes tend to retain weight well, so exercise is really the only method to help bring their weight down (plus smaller meals). Good luck if you have an obese snake that isn't particularly inclined to be active.

Ball Pythons generally tend to have what's called a 1,000 gram wall - in which a snake that hits 1k grams stops eating and will not gain more weight. No one is 100% sure why this phenomena happens, but it's incredibly common.

Not a fact but opinion: Paradox ball Pythons are my favorite morph. If you want to see some incredibly interesting genetics, look them up.

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barefoot-joker · 11 months ago

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Dancing with the Devil and His Wife in the Pale Moonlight

Yandere! Lucifer Morningstar X Reader X Yandere! Lilith Morningstar

Hey, guys! Welcome to another Lucifer story, this time with his wife Lilith! An Anon had asked for a longer fanfiction, so I did my best to do that ask justice. I'm thinking of making a part 2 but let me know what you think. As always enjoy and have a great day/night!

Words: 5612

Warnings: Kidnapping, Non-Con Kissing, Swearing, Slight gore near the end, Slight Possessive Tendencies, Slight drug use at the end

I hummed as I stretched my legs on the bar in the dance studio. Today our class was rehearsing for the ballet Three Virgins and a Devil which was going to be performing at our local theater. We had been practicing for months now but today was special. Today some of our patrons who financially support our ballet company were coming to watch us. It was quite a surprise as nobody really knew who the mysterious couple was, so gossip amongst my fellow ballerinas was high. The talk continued even as we prepared our bodies for our demonstration. “I heard that our patrons are very wealthy and looking for somebody they can throw their money to.”

“You mean they are looking for a third?”

“Possibly!”

“Well if they are looking for a third there’s no way any of you would get it,” Jessica the prima ballerina stated.

“Girls, please,” our director, Maria, clapped her hands, “let’s get to work.”

We formed our line and started to do some warm up exercises. After about ten minutes of warm up, we ran a couple of our numbers. Suddenly the door to the studio swung open to reveal a man and a woman. The man was on the shorter side and had paleish skin, blonde hair, red tinted cheeks and red eyes. The woman was tall and had long blonde hair, purple eyes and a paleish complexion. We all stopped to stare. Their skin tone and eyes really threw us off but maybe they wore contacts to intimidate people. Our director let a big grin form on her face as she ushered the couple in. “Ah, Mr and Mrs Morningstar! Welcome! Please come in.”

The couple stopped in the middle of the room and surveyed us. I bowed my head and fiddled with my shirt hem. Their gazes felt fiery and made me feel quite uncomfortable. “This is our Corps de Ballet. We were just practicing for our upcoming production when you both walked in. I’m sure you would be interested in seeing some material.”

“Absolutely! My wife and I would like to see what our money buys after all.”

“Of course, Mr Morningstar. Girls.”

We all got into our places and Maria pressed play on the CD player. We performed an ensemble piece and one with the three leads: Jessica, Savannah and Tessa. Our patrons just watched us with curious eyes and applauded when we were all done. “That was quite the show you ladies put on. I think my husband and I can agree our money is being well spent. However, we'd like to talk to you, Miss Maria, if we could.”

“Of course. We can go to my office. Girls, keep rehearsing. I’ll be back as soon as I can.”

We all watched as the three of them left and as soon as the door shut gossip was at an all time high. “Oh my gosh, did you see the way they looked at Jessica? If they are looking for a third I’ll bet they’ll choose her!”

“No way! They were totally staring at me!”

“Girl, that’s not possible. If anything they were staring at your fumbled footwork at beat five.”

“Shut up! That’s not true!”

“What do you think, Y/n? Who were they staring at?”

All of the girls in my circle turned to me. I let out a huff. “I wasn’t paying attention. I was too focused on my steps.”

“At least one of us was,” Jessica stated.

We all turned to stare at her. “Like I said before, I’d be their first choice for a third.”

The smirk that played on her lips made me quite angry. Because she was the prima ballerina she always thought everyone was interested in her. While it may be true, her pride was too boastful. “Oh please. Stop lying to yourself. I saw where their gaze was during your performance. It was at the back.”

“Yeah right! All eyes are always on me.”

I rolled my eyes. God she was so annoying.

“Ladies, you heard what Maria said. We need to practice. This discussion can continue later.”

“Alright, party pooper.”

We fell into our positions and began another ensemble routine. Jessica called out counts as we danced and about twenty minutes later Maria returned. “Good job today, girls. You deserve a break for the rest of the day. Jessica, Y/n, please stay behind. I’d like to talk to both of you.”

I looked at my friends in confusion. Why was I needed?

As my fellow dancers passed to get changed, Lily grabbed my shoulder. “It’ll be okay, Y/n.”

She quickly walked off with the others. I sighed and walked to the mirrors where Maria stood. Jessica side eyed me and then focused back on our instructor. “Good job today, both of you. The Morningstars were very taken aback by your performances. In fact, they’d like to get to know you both on a more personal level.”

I felt myself stop breathing and my eyes widen. They what?

“They’d like to take you both to dinner tomorrow night. A car will come and pick up both of you so no need to worry about rides.”

“Miss Maria, are you sure Y/n was an interested party? After all she’s just an ensemble member-”

“Yes, Jessica. They were quite. Interested. They said their car should be there around 6 pm to pick up our prima ballerina and 7 pm to pick up Y/n. Please dress nice, you are representing Carmilla Carmine’s Ballet Academy after all.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Yes, mistress.”

“You’re both excused.”

The two of us took our leave and as soon as the door closed behind us Jessica snarled at me. “Listen here and listen well. If you were a team player you’d refuse to come to this dinner tomorrow.”

“I’m just not showing up. You heard Miss Maria! The Morningstars were interested in both of us. How do you think that’ll reflect on our Academy if I just don’t show up?”

“Just don’t embarrass me tomorrow!”

She huffed and stormed off. I sighed and went into the locker room. I sat on one of the benches and traded out my pointe shoes for my regular tennis shoes. Throwing on my hoodie, I grabbed my backpack and headed out of the studio. The rest of my day went fairly well. My friends from work texted me asking if I was alright. I told them what had happened and they blew up my phone. They couldn’t believe an opportunity like this was being given to a backup dancer. I chuckled at their antics in my text messages and responded to them throughout the night.

The next day I had gotten up fairly early and ran some errands. When I got back to my apartment later I did some cleaning. I noticed it was getting closer to the time my date was so I finished and ran into my bedroom. I chose a nice long, flowy, favorite color dress and a pair of black flats. In my bathroom I added some light makeup to my face and attached a silver necklace to my body. After I was done I looked at my phone to see it was 7 pm. Grabbing my keys and a small purse, I locked my door and took the stairs to the lobby. I walked out to the street and saw a short man getting out of a black Mercedes-Benz. “Miss L/n?”

“Yep, that’s me.”

“Follow me please.”

He walked to the back of the car and opened the door. “Thanks.”

I slid in and he shut the door. He returned to the driver’s side and got in. Starting the car, we headed out. I looked around as the man drove. I had never been in such a fancy car before so this was truly a new experience. The interior was all black leather and the windows were tinted. Jessica sat next to me texting on her phone. I watched as the nightlife of my city passed by in amazement. It felt like a different ride. The car suddenly came to a halt and the driver got out. He opened the door for Jessica first and then he opened my side. I stared at the restaurant and nearly collapsed. We were parked in front of Melbourne’s, a very fancy and well known place. Rumor had it that the wait list was three months before somebody could get in. “Ah, Jessica, Y/n! So glad you could make it!”

I looked over to see the Morningstars approach us, each of them giving us a kiss on the cheek. The Misses wore a long, sparkly, purple dress while the Mr wore a white outfit with red accents. “You both look lovely. Come, our table is waiting for us.”

Mr Morningstar wrapped an arm around Jessica while Mrs Morningstar wrapped an arm around me. They led us inside to a table that was hidden by a wall and some red velvet curtains in the back of the restaurant. We all sat down and I gazed over the menu. My heart nearly stopped. The prices were way out of my range. Jesus.

A waiter came over and introduced himself as Jeff before asking for the table’s drink choice. The three other occupants said some fancy wine or a fancy cocktail. When it got to me I just muttered, “Water, please.”

Jessica snorted and Mrs Morningstar looked at me. “Are you sure, Y/n? You can have anything you’d like.”

“I’m sorry I don’t drink. I honestly don't know where to begin.”

“I see. How about we start you off simple. She’ll take a brandy old fashioned.”

“All good choices. I’ll be back with those in a short bit.”

Jeff left and I felt extremely awkward. I mean I was trying my first alcoholic drink in front of practically strangers. What if I didn’t like it? I didn’t want to offend the Misses.

I picked up the menu to try and avoid small talk. Jessica and the Morningstars were discussing something and I was just trying to decide what least expensive item to get. “-ou, Y/n?”

I set the menu down and looked up. “What? Sorry.”

Mr Morningstar just smiled across the table at me. “It’s quite alright, dear. I asked what got you into ballet.”

“Oh, um, I don’t know. I guess I just find it relaxing and something to occupy my time with. I had started off as a child and just loved it ever since, Mr Morningstar.”

“Oh no need for formalities! We’re out of the studio. Please call us Luci and Lilith.”

The two smiled at us. While I felt out of place, their smiles sort of comforted me. It was almost like a parent soothing their child. “So why don’t you tell us about yourselves? We’re very interested to hear,” Lilith said.

I was about to say something when Jessica started. I just leaned back in my chair and watched other customers. There were many couples in the restaurant with a few groups scattered here and there. It was odd to see everybody dressed to the nines with their fanciest garb, but I suppose you have to live up to the dress code. “And what about you, Y/n? Anything you’d like to share,” Luci said.

The entire table turned to look at me and I could feel my skin crawling with heat. I wasn’t used to this much attention on me. Even when I was younger my siblings had always gotten the most of mom’s time. “Well, I’m uh 25 and the oldest of three. Like I said before I love ballet and I moved out here to try and make a career of it.”

“Anything else? Do you have any hobbies,” Lilith asked this time.

“I guess I like the arts in general. I participate in some art classes here and there. I read when I get the chance. Walks in the park or just around town are nice too.”

“That sounds lovely. You seem like a very creative girl.”

I gave a small smile. Just then Jeff returned with a tray and set all of our drinks down in front of each of us and asked us for our dinner choice. I just went with a simple pasta dish. I looked down at my drink and swirled it with the small black straw it came with. I was entranced by how the mushed cherry swirled with the ice in the orange drink as Jessica chatted. Lifting the rocks glass, I took a sip and hummed. It was quite good, especially for my first alcoholic drink. Setting the glass down, I observed the people at my table. Lilith was engaged in a conversation with Jessica, however Luci’s eyes were set on me. I gulped and averted my gaze to my lap. I could hear him chuckle. The table went silent for a moment, so I took the opportunity to ask something. “So do you guys have any family around here?”

“We have a daughter. Her name is Charlie. She’s a bit older than the two of you, but she’s quite the spirited girl. She doesn’t live here, more down under,” Lilith replied.

“I see. So she lives in Australia then?”

The couple glanced at each other and smiled. “You could say that.”

“She actually runs a hotel, funny enough. It’s to rehabilitate people.”

“Oh wow. That sounds like a lot to take on. You must be very proud of her.”

Luci stepped in. “Oh yes. She’s our little duckling!”

I could feel a rigidness coming from my fellow dancer. Maybe she didn’t like kids?

The rest of dinner went off without a hitch. I admit I was nervous but that dissipated the more the night went on. We all shared stories and laughs between us and the food was really good. I had offered to pay my half but the Morningstars were quick to shut the idea down. “It’s our treat. After all, we wanted to get to know you,” Luci had said.

After the bill was paid, they led us out to the car. The couple leaned in and gave me a kiss on both cheeks and did the same for Jessica. As they pulled away, Lilith spoke. “Thank you for a lovely night, ladies. We hope you have a great rest of your night.”

“Thank you for inviting us. We really appreciate it,” I replied.

The driver opened the door for us and Jessica and I got in. As he started to drive away the Morningstars waved at us until we were out of view. “I think that went well.”

“No duh. They were all over us, especially me. You think I can take more money out of them?”

“Is that the only reason you went? Their company was a nice treat. Besides, don’t you have other people wrapped around your finger you can take advantage of?”

“Of course. Those are some of the perks of being the prima ballerina. I’m surprised you even had a good time with all that attention on you. You should just stick to the back.”

I frowned. I was not about to let her ruin the night. “Whatever. I had a good time regardless of how much attention was on me.”

I turned away from her and focused on the passing cityscape. Eventually we reached my apartment and when we did the driver opened the door. I got out hastily and thanked him. I walked into the lobby and went up the stairs to the third floor. Getting out my keys, I unlocked the door and slipped my shoes off. I shut the door and went into my bathroom. I rinsed off my makeup and took my necklace off before going into my bedroom. I got out of my dress and put on my pj’s, throwing the flowy garment into the laundry hamper. I sat on my bed and went through my notifications on my phone. I grunted in annoyance when I saw my ex-lover’s name pop up. I clicked open their text and rolled my eyes. Once again it was them proclaiming they made a mistake for leaving me and they wanted me back. I didn’t reply, just backed out of it to the hub. I texted my friends from work about the night and they all congratulated me. We talked for a few minutes before I decided to log off. Putting my phone on the charger on the nightstand, I got under the covers and attempted to fall asleep.

The next day I rose at around 8 am. We had rehearsal today at 9 am so I quickly got dressed in a gray tank top and black leggings. I slipped a navy hoodie over top, slipped on my tennis shoes, grabbed my backpack and was out the door. It took me about twenty minutes to walk the several blocks to the studio, but when I made it I greeted the receptionist. “Good morning, Ricardo!”

“Good morning, Y/n! How are you today?”

“Average, I guess. And you?”

“Fabulous. I’ve got my coffee so today should go smoothly.”

I chuckled. He always liked his caffeine.

“I better head on up. I’ll see you later. Have a great day!”

“You too!”

I walked upstairs to the locker room where I placed my backpack and shoes in my locker. I slipped off my hoodie and then sat on one of the benches to put my pointe shoes on. When they were secure, I walked into the studio. I saw the girls hounding Jessica for information so I just went to my corner and stretched. As I was doing so, Maria came into the room. She looked around and when she noticed me, she came over. “Good morning, Y/n. I hope your dinner was enjoyable last night.”

“It was actually. The Morningstars are very nice people.”

“I’m glad. Was Jessica nice to you?”

“With them, yes. In the car, not so much.”

“I see. I’m sorry that happened.”

“It’s no big deal. I’m used to it.”

She smiled and patted me on the shoulder. “Well I’d better get to teaching. Shall we?”

“We shall.”

Maria clapped her hands and we fell into our rows. We did a few warm up exercises and as we were doing this, Ricardo came into the room holding a bouquet twice the size of my head and the phone. We stopped to ooh and ah. “Yes?”

“These just came for Y/n.”

“What,” I muttered.

Ricardo came over and handed me the plastic wrapped flowers. Upon closer inspection I saw my favorite flower mixed with roses. I could feel heat rising to my cheeks as I found a card amongst the petals. Pulling it out, the heat burned brighter. “What does it say, Y/n?”

“To our dearest Y/n, thank you for a wonderful night. Call us anytime. From the Morningstars. And then there’s a phone number.”

All my friends squealed in delight and Jessica stepped forward rudely. “Was there anything for me, Ricardo?”

“I’m afraid not. I’ll keep checking. Oh also there’s someone on hold for you, Y/n.”

He handed me the phone and I looked at Maria. She gestured for me to answer it. “Hello?”

“Good morning, Y/n!”

“Who is this?”

“Ah, how rude of me! It’s Luci.”

“Mr Morningstar?”

At the mention of the name, Jessica glared at me. I gulped.

“What have I told you about formalities, darling?”

“Sorry, bad habit. What can I do for you?”

“The wife and I were wondering if you’d like to go dancing tonight.”

“T-tonight? But we just saw each other-” “Lilith and I have taken quite a liking to you, my dear. You’re such a sweetheart and we’d like to be with you again. You just radiate a beautiful energy. What do you say?”

“Oh, um, uh…I guess. Sure.”

“Great! We’ll pick you up at 7 o clock! See you then, dear!”

“See you then.”

I pulled the phone away and ended the call. Lily spoke first. “Well?”

“I guess I have another date tonight with the Morningstars.”

The girls erupted into screams of joy and surrounded me in a hug except for the prima ballerina. She gave me a heated glare, stomped her foot and stormed off. I gave the bouquet and phone back to Ricardo. “Could you put them in my locker please?”

“Of course!”

“Thanks, Ricardo.”

“Don’t mention it.”

He left the room and Maria tried to calm everybody down. “Girls. Girls! GIRLS!”

They stopped and stared at our instructor. “Let’s get to work. We don’t have much time.”

“Yes, ma’am,” we all responded.

The rest of the morning and afternoon was spent practicing. Around 3 pm, Maria let us go. When I went into the locker room, I stopped abruptly. All over the floor near my locker were flower petals and the destroyed bouquet. My hoodie lay on the bench as well as my backpack. I went over and picked both up only for my things to fall from the bag and my sweatshirt to have tears in the material. I looked at the bottom of my bag to see a large hole had been cut. Both were beyond repair. I sighed and threw both items in the trash. I had a feeling it was Jessica. I just couldn’t believe she was that angry at me when it wasn’t my fault the Morningstars called on me. Grabbing my stuff, I put it on a bench and then went to grab the broom and dustpan. Retrieving both from the supply closet, I returned to the locker room and cleaned up the flower petals and tore up card from the carpeted floor. I threw that and the plastic wrapped stems in the trash before returning the cleaning supplies to the closet. I walked back to the locker room, grabbed my stuff and made my way home.

When I got home I had taken a small nap and then got ready for the night. I chose a dark blue floral blouse, black pants, black boots and a denim jacket. Grabbing my keys, phone and purse, I headed down to the main street. The same Mercedes-Benz sat in front of my building and out stepped Luci from the car. “Over here, Y/n!”

I walked over and slid in, only to realize when he got in that I squished between the husband and wife. Oh boy.

“Derek, you may go.”

The car drove off. It was silent for a minute and I bit my lip when both Luci and Lilth’s hands came to rest on either one of my legs. “So my darling, did you enjoy our flowers? Lilith and I combined our efforts to come up with it.”

“Uh, I did. Before they got destroyed.”

“What do you mean?”

“I had them put in my locker and when I got back from practice my hoodie, backpack and flowers were lying on the ground ruined.”

My eyes widened when I thought I saw horns come out of Luci’s head and his eyes go from red to white. I blinked and they were back to normal. “And who do you think did it?”

“Well…I can’t say.”

Lilith put a finger under my chin and made me face her. She brought her head so close our lips almost touched. “Love, you can tell us anything. We’re here for you. Was it that pesky Jessica? I knew we should have sent flowers so she didn’t feel left out but Luci was very determined not to.”

“She was soooo boring! All she did was talk about herself. At least our little apple was nice and polite.”

I felt him trace a pattern on my thigh but I couldn’t see as I was stuck staring at Lilith. “Luci…”

“It’s true! You can’t deny that, honey.”

“Alright, yes. She was a bore. But maybe our lovely’s bouquet would still be intact.”

“Okay, I’ll give you that one.”

“Anyway, was it Jessica?”

I could feel their eyes bore into me and I felt compelled to nod. They glanced at each other and then back to me. “Don’t worry love, we’ll get you as many flowers as you’d like.”

“Yes, but let’s focus on tonight. We’re going to dance the night away!”

My body tensed slightly when Luci put his head on my shoulder and I could feel his breath on my neck. “I-is hot in here or is it just me?”

They both chuckled rather loudly. “Oh dear. I think our little apple is heating up, Lilith.”

“Yes I think so, Luci. Perhaps we should aid her?”

“Yes. Yes we should.”

I gasped when I felt Mr Morningstar start to suck on my neck. I tried to pull away but Mrs Morningstar brought me into a kiss. My eyes widened and I attempted to hit either of them, but each of them had grabbed one hand and held it. I squirmed as they took their sweet time kissing me and just as I brought my legs up to kick them the car stopped. They pulled away with giant grins on their faces. The door opened and I clawed my way over top of Luci to get out. I figured he left a hickey so I did my best to raise my jacket collar to hide it. Just as I finished, I felt an arm wrap around my waist and the other around my shoulders. “Shall we go in, my love?”

I nodded and the two scooted me inside the club. It was very loud when we entered, the music making the walls and floor shake. The three of us sat in a private booth and Lilith went to go get us some drinks. I tried to put past how they had both kissed me, but I just couldn’t for the life of me. I wasn’t sure if I was supposed to like it or not. Sure they were nice people but something about them unsettled me. “Whatcha thinking about, my dear?”

I looked up at Luci, his brow furrowed. “Huh? Oh nothing.”

“I don’t think it’s nothing. You’re very quiet.”

“I guess…nevermind.”

“Come on, you can tell me. You can tell us anything.”

His hand reached across the table and it laid on my knee. It reminded me too much of their kiss so I slid it off. He seemed very surprised by my retaliation. I looked at the hardwood floor as I spoke. “I guess I wasn’t expecting you guys to kiss me. I thought we weren’t quite there yet.”

“Oh, is that what’s got you bothered? I’m sorry. My wife and I are very forward when it comes to love.”

“Love?”

“Yes, you heard me.”

“What are you two talking about?”

Lilith had returned with three drinks. She set them on the table and sat by her husband. “Y/n doesn’t think we love her.”

“It’s not that, I just think it’s too early. I mean we met yesterday for crying out loud.”

“Aw, but you’re so fascinating, my love! How could we not fall in love with you!”

“Look, I’m not ready to take it to the next step-”

“You will in due time, little apple. It’ll just take some getting used to.”

I felt like I wasn’t being heard and I just needed a minute to breathe. “I, I need to go to the bathroom.”

I abruptly stood and speed walked to the nearest restroom. Just as I was about to enter, I bumped into somebody. “Oh, I’m so sorry!”

“No please, it was me-Y/n?”

I looked up and felt my heart stop. Oh great, my ex. Just what I needed. “Hey.”

“Hey…how have you been?”

“Um, good I guess. Look, I was just heading to the bathroom-”

“Well now that I got you here we might as well talk.”

“I’m not in the mood.”

“Y/n, I know we got off on the wrong foot-”

“You left because you found someone else. That’s that. Now if you’ll excuse me-”

They grabbed me by the shoulders and I stiffened. “You always do this when I try to talk to you. You shut me down. I just want you to fucking listen.”

Their grip tightened and I wished I was more at the table with the Morningstars then here. “Let go!”

I shoved my ex away and ran out the front door. I took a sharp turn and leaned against the alley wall. I leaned my head against the brick and let out a sigh. I heard rushing footsteps and I internally groaned when I saw Ex-Partner’s Name round the corner. “There you are! What part of I want to talk to you do you not fucking understand?!”

“The message is clear, but I just don’t want to talk. When you left me, that finished the matter.”

“But I want you back! I made a mistake alright, but I realize that now! Come on, what do you say?”

“I’ve said no and I’ll say it again. NO!”

They growled and I saw a glint in the moonlight. My eyes widened when I realized it was a switchblade. They rushed at me and I quickly closed my eyes and curled inwards, waiting for pain. It never came. I opened my eyes to see Luci with completely red eyes and long red horns sticking out of his forehead. A floating apple and a golden snake wrapped around the top of his horns and a fireball hovered above his head. Lilith was beside him, her eyes completely white and reddish purple curled horns stuck out of her head. He grabbed my ex by the wrist, twisting the knife out of their hand. They screamed in pain and I gasped seeing the bone stick out. Oh my God…

I stepped back as Luci twisted harder and more bone came poking out of the skin. “Don’t even think about going near her! YOU UNDERSTAND ME, YOU LITTLE BITCH!”

I watched in horror as the knife levitated towards Lilith and she stabbed my ex in the shoulder. They howled and she brought the knife up and stabbed again. Their nails grew into claws and they started to dig into my assailant’s skin, blood rushing down from their wounds. I backed away and then sprinted out of there. My ex’s screams rang in my head as I continued to run. What the fuck? What the fuck?!

I suddenly slammed into a chest and shrieked when arms wrapped around me. I realized it was Luci, his eyes now white with a red background. Six red and white wings stuck out of his back and they slightly curled around us as I beat on his chest. “Let me go! LET ME GO!”

He nuzzled into my hair and I kept flailing around. Lilith magically appeared beside him, my ex’s body dragging on the ground behind her. “Shh. You’re safe now, little apple. We’ve got you.”

“Get the fuck away from me! Get! Away!”

“Lucifer, don’t hold her too tight now. We don’t want bruises on her precious skin.”

In my struggle I slowed. Lucifer Morningstar. Lilith Morningstar. Horns. Wings. Wait a minute…

“Are you the Devil and his wife,” I asked timidly.

The two looked at each and sighed. “I guess the duck is out of the bag, Lilith.”

They turned to look at me and I shrunk in his tight hold. “Yes, we’re the Devil and his wife.”

It all made sense now. The red and purple eyes. The pale complexion. The reason they were such mysterious patrons. Their daughter being down under.

I shoved Lucifer and he let go for a second before his bloody claws grasped hard on my arms. His talons dug into my skin as I struggled. “Let me go, please! I, I won’t tell anyone what happened here! We can just go about our lives! Just, just let me go!”

By now tears had started escaping my eyes and I quickly kicked Lucifer in the balls. His claws slid down and caused four gashes to appear on my forearm. He let out a groan and I turned to flee, only for him to fly in front of me. “Y/n! Stop!”

They cornered me to the wall and the brick dug harshly at my back. “Everything’s alright, my love. You’re alright.”

Lilith brought her hand up and I slapped it away. My chest was heaving to try and gain air into the lungs, but I couldn’t get any in. I mean how are you supposed to react when you find out that the patrons of your ballet academy who are in love with you are the Devil and his wife?

“Y/n, dear, breathe. Breathe.”

“I, I can’t! I c-can’t!”

I just broke down. I slid down the brick and wrapped my arms around my knees. I began to hyperventilate as tears rushed down my cheeks. I heard Lucifer and Lilith say something to each other but I couldn’t make it out. As I cried I felt something gently hit my head and arms. I looked up to see golden dust raining down upon me. I looked up even further to see it coming from Luci’s fingertips, a gentle smile on both his and Lilith’s faces. Suddenly I felt very tired and calm, too calm. I could feel my muscles go slack and my body limp as Lucifer picked me up bridal style. “Just close your eyes, lovely. We’ll be home before you know it.”

“H-home? W-whose home?”

They both looked at me and smiled brightly. My eyes closed and my breathing steadied.

“Ours.”

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