#why would you go up against Dick Wolf if you had a choice not to?

[guilty-pleasures21]

I HAVE ANOTHER IDEA ABOUT JASON

IMAGINE JASON DATING AN S/O WHO'S ALSO A WEREWOLF OR SMTHN SIMILAR--- I'M THINKING OF BITING RN. BITING JASON. WITH CANINES. OR FANGS. GROWLING WHEN YOU REALISE HE'S BLAMING HIMSELF FOR SMTHN. MORE BITING AND HIM LIKING IT.

(ughh some days i just wanna top that man and see him trying and failing to not be submissive as hell)

I LOVE YOUR WRITING SM BTW!!!

~ 🐺anon

Ahh! @🐺anon thank you so much!

Okay, so I'm actually a HUGE vampire nerd (I've never seen/read Twilight, but I have other recommendations if people are interested!) and funnily enough, I only realised when one of my friends pointed out to me my suspiciously extensive knowledge of vampires once back in school. (And I also found out my best friend was secretly OBSESSED with werewolves - she used to read all the Patricia Briggs books and I called her out on it one day? 🤣)

BUT ANYWAY! I really love wolf-coded guys? Like, the fangs and the claws and the pure masculine dominance and need to protect their mate (I FELL IN LOVE WITH MIGUEL BEFORE KNOWING ANY OF THIS ABOUT HIM THOUGH OKAY?!! 🥺).

P.S. I was actually working on a Dick Grayson fanfic loosely based off of Red Riding/Beauty and the Beast once, so ... 😳😅

The monster

Jason's already told you all his secrets. Are you ready to tell him yours?

Warnings: mentions of trauma and explicit descriptions of sex (male x female).

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She rang the doorbell, then knocked on his door when he still hadn’t answered.

“Jay!” X yelled through the door. “You know I'm gonna find some other way to come in!”

She waited patiently for a few moments, then finally, he opened the door. “What?!”

X reflected his expression back at him, her eyebrows scrunching together in irritation. “Rude!”

Jason clenched his jaw at her response and tightened his grip on the edge of the door. “Not tonight, X.”

X folded her arms across her chest. “I came all this way and you're just going to turn me away at the door?! At least let me use your bathroom first!”

Jason rolled his eyes and sighed before heading back into his apartment. He left the door open behind him, but didn’t speak a word to her as he trudged back into his bedroom. It must have been really bad then. But was it because of a mission or another nightmare? She shouldn't have left him alone last night, but she'd had no choice! It was the full moon, after all, and her parents would have killed her if she’d missed it.

She took her bag off and set it down on the kitchen island before tiptoeing into Jason's bedroom. He was lying on his side of the bed, even when she wasn't there to take up the empty space beside him, and her heart cracked at the sight. She slid onto her stomach next to him, taking care to keep that bit of distance between them. Then she turned to face him. “You don't have to talk about it, but you don't have to take it out on me.”

Jason sighed, knowing she was right - wanting to believe that she was right. But it was difficult to undo years of damage in just a few months. And even though she always encouraged him about the progress she saw him making, some days, he felt like life hadn't moved at all; like he was still trapped in that abandoned warehouse, waiting for someone to want him enough to come rescue him. He removed his arm from over his face, but continued to avoid her gaze. X watched him quietly, giving him the time he needed. Then finally, he glanced over at her - her thick hair trailing across her pillow, her long limbs sprawled out over his bed. He shuffled closer to her and she turned onto her side so he could snuggle up against her, his arm coming around her waist as he buried his face in her chest. She ran her fingers through his hair, still waiting patiently.

“How-” He broke off as his voice cracked and took a moment to compose himself. “Why do you love me?” ‘Why do love me? What do you love about me? What in me is worth loving?’. That was what he was really asking her to tell him. She continued to stroke his hair, trying to find the right words to comfort him.

“Hmm,” she contemplated. “You're really sweet, Jay. I know you think that everyone thinks you're this big, bad, tough guy who just hates everything, but you care so much about the things that are important to you.” Jason tightened his grip on her, wanting so badly to believe what she was saying, to believe that he was good, so she continued.

“You always fight so hard to give everyone the opportunity to be good; to give them a choice and teach them all the different reasons they should make the right decision. You put everything into what you believe in, even at the cost of yourself.” She paused to press a kiss to the top of his head and he finally relaxed a little. “You're gentle and attentive and so caring; so deserving of all the love in the entire world and I will fight everyone to give it to you!”

Jason let out a soft snicker at the thought of his tiny little girlfriend beating people up for him. Then he tensed up again. “But … But I've hurt people. I've done bad things.”

Her response was immediate.

“We've all done bad things, Jay - we're only human.” Mostly. “But you've never hurt anyone … You've only hurt those who have hurt hundreds of other people! And in doing that, you've given all those other people a chance at life. At a better life. You basically do what everyone complains about God not doing.”

He pulled back slightly to raise an eyebrow at her in disbelief: had she just compared him to God? X shuffled closer to him and cupped his cheek in her hand, her fingers brushing along the stubble sprinkled around his jaw.

“You serve justice - even if it doesn't look so pretty sometimes,” she added. “Like karma.” Her eyes lit up at the thought.

“Ooh! Should we change your vigilante name to that?” she suggested excitedly. “That's such a cool name: Karma. And you'd have such cool catchphrases too!”

Jason couldn’t stop the smile that creeped across his face at her enthusiasm. He'd revealed his identity to her a few weeks before they'd started dating, secretly thrilled that the cute friend he'd made at the library months ago was already so enamoured with his alter ego. She liked how firm he was, she'd always say; how he wasn't afraid to make sure that everyone got what they deserved. She'd scare Dick and Steph sometimes, with how intense she could be, but he loved it - he loved her. Even though he still hadn't found the courage to say it just yet. He stroked her back gently, delighting in how soft she was. “I'm not changing my name, X.”

Her eyes widened as she looked up at him - like a little puppy. She'd remind him of one sometimes, bouncing around with her infectious enthusiasm, rambling on about something interesting she'd found without stopping taking a breath. He could practically see her wagging her imaginary little tail whenever she got excited. “Then can I do it? Can I become a vigilante like you?”

She held her fists close to her mouth, almost whimpering as she begged him for it - just like a little puppy. Jason ruffled her hair fondly and tugged her a little closer to him. “I don't want you to ever be in danger because of me.”

“Then keep me safe!” she responded quickly, grinning like it was that easy, that simple.

Jason snuck his hand beneath the hem of her shirt and scratched her skin lightly as he studied her. Then he pulled her into his chest and pressed his lips to her hair.

“I'll keep you safe,” he promised her. “I'll keep you safe, sweetheart.” He hesitated after saying it, thinking about it. If he was being honest, he didn't want her to get involved in that part of his life because he never wanted her to see that side of him: to see him for the monster he really was. And maybe it was selfish of him, but … what other choice did he have?

“X …” he began slowly.

“Hmm?” She tilted her head back to look up at him.

“Do you … Do you ever get scared of me?” he asked her quietly. “Do you ever think … I could be a monster?”

He looked so sad as he said it, his voice all soft and terrified. And she wanted to beat up whoever had ever made him feel that way. She frowned.

“Why would I ever get scared of you, Jay? You keep me safe, remember?” Her brows remained creased as she watched him consider her response. Then her heart leapt into her throat as she realised that this was the best opening she was ever going to get. “But Jay … Even if … Even if you thought you were a monster … I'd say that we can be monsters together.” She curled into herself and peeked up at him nervously, then let her eyes glow gold in the dim light of the moon streaming in through the windows.

He did a double take, unsure if he’d just seen what he thought he saw. Had her eyes just … flashed gold?! Or had it just been a reflection of something? “What?”

X bit her lip and sat up, avoiding his gaze.

“What if … What if I told you I was a monster?” she asked him carefully. “Would you still love me then?”

Sure, he'd never said it, but she knew that he loved her - how could she not when he was always looking after her and buying her little gifts, planning small surprises for her and showering her with all his affection whenever they were together? But she'd been selfish - she'd fallen in love with the poetic boy with the white streak in his hair from their first conversation in the library and ever since then, she hadn't been able to stomach the thought of ever losing him.

Jason sat up, bewildered. Why was she suddenly acting so strangely?

“Of course!” he assured her firmly. He reached out to cup her cheeks. “Of course I'd …”

“I'd still want you,” he finished lamely. “Even then.”

X turned her face away from his, her stomach roiling with nerves. But she had to tell him - she couldn’t keep lying to him forever. “I'd never hurt you, Jay! You know that, right?”

“Of course I know that,” he assured her, turning her face back to his. “Of course I know you'd never hurt me, princess. But why are you talking like this? What happened?”

X dug her fingers into the mattress, wincing in anticipation of his response.

“I belong to a family that …” Ugh, it was like pulling teeth! Or fangs. Maybe she should just come out and say it. “I can turn into a wolf! Sometimes. But I don't hurt anyone! I'd never hurt anyone, Jay! Especially not you!”

She looked up at him with wide eyes, the fear scrawled all over her face, and his breath caught in his throat: he'd never had anyone afraid to lose him. Not him, never him.

“W-What … What are you talking about?” He rubbed his thumb along her cheek, waiting for a better explanation.

X whimpered nervously as she curled into herself. “I can … I can show you?”

A wolf?! She could turn into a wolf?! What the f*ck?! What the hell was he supposed to say to that?! He let his hand fall from her face and shrugged, wanting to put her at ease. “Okay.”

She stood up and went over to the window to pull the curtains open. She took a moment to soak in the moonlight, letting its power wash over her, then she turned back to him, allowing him to see her for who she really was.

Jason’s jaw dropped at the sight of her golden eyes, her elongated canines, her sharp claws. What the actual f*ck?!

“I'm not … I can turn into a full wolf, if I wanted to, but I'd be too big.” She glanced around the room after saying it, imagining her large wolf form trying to squeeze into the space between his bed and his window. Then she lowered her head and waited for his response.

She still seemed the same: still spoke the same, still acted the same, still curled into herself with fear in anticipation of his response in the same way. He narrowed his eyes at her thoughtfully. “How?”

“It runs in my family,” X admitted, brushing her hair behind her ear. “I've been able to do it since I was young.”

“Does it hurt?” Jason asked her.

X shook her head quickly, still keeping her distance from him so she wouldn't scare him. “No!”

Jason sat in silence for a moment, thinking. Then he waved her over to him.

“Come here,” he commanded. X walked forward, but then stopped at the foot of the bed, still avoiding his gaze.

She was out of the moonlight now, but she wasn't changing back. “You don't need to be in the moonlight to do that?”

“Only for the first transformation of the night,” she explained. “Then I can do it whenever I want. It only lasts for about twelve hours though. Then I'd need the moonlight again.”

She didn't seem to have a problem speaking around her fangs. Would he have trouble kissing her though? He moved to sit on the edge of the bed and gestured for her to get on his lap. “Come here.”

She curled her fingers around his shoulders nervously and straddled his lap. Jason placed his hands on her waist and took a moment to study her body. She was still as soft as she always was, still as warm. But wait. Was that a tail? His lips twitched as he ran his fingers along her silky fur. “You have a tail?”

“Mmhmm!” She nodded enthusiastically in confirmation, but her eyes were still wide with fear. And Jason couldn't help but let out a huff of amusement at the irony of the situation: there he'd been, terrified that she wouldn't accept him once she knew the truth about him, and now here she was, asking him to do the same. He glided the hand that wasn’t stroking her tail up her back and around her waist, checking to see if everything else was still the same. He reached up to cup her cheek in his hand when he was satisfied, then he leaned forward and brushed his lips against hers. He kissed her slowly, cautiously, taking care to not cut his tongue on her fangs.

He was kissing her! He was really kissing her! But did that mean that he was okay with it? Or was he just testing it out? She pulled back slowly, then squeezed her arms to her chest, avoiding his gaze as she did so. “Are you … Are you okay with it? With me being a monster?”

Her voice was just a whisper as she said it, and she glanced up at him nervously. He tilted her face up to his and smiled. “We can be monsters together.”

X grinned as he repeated her words, and she started kissing him again, her movements a little hungrier, a little less careful this time. She pushed him down onto the bed and Jason chuckled at her eagerness. She looked so cute like this, her tail wagging with joy at his acceptance of her, her lips curled into that happy smile as she looked at him. She bent over to nip his earlobe and Jason sucked in a breath as she began trailing her teeth down his skin, a delighted growl escaping her throat everytime her fangs pricked him. He slid his hands beneath the hem of her shirt and crawled his fingers up her skin cautiously, and she sat up to let him take her shirt off.

Her skin almost seemed to glow beneath the moonlight, and he sucked in a breath at the sight before looking up at her in question. They’d had sex before, of course, but this was … different. This time, they'd expose all of themselves to each other, every ugly piece of them they both thought should be locked away forever. X curled her fingers around the hem of his shirt, taking care to not scratch him with her claws. Then she nodded.

He kept his eyes fixed on her chest as he took her bra off, then he licked his lips hungrily when she was bare before him. She was so f*cking beautiful; more now than she’d ever been before, so completely herself, so utterly unafraid. He turned them over so she was lying beneath him, then slowly slid off her jeans and underwear. Shit, she was hot: her smooth skin, her soft curves, her silky curls. He stood up to take his own clothes off, then knelt down on the floor, settling himself between her legs. He tugged her to him, pulling her knees onto her shoulders, then began pressing soft kisses to the insides of her thighs, his teeth closing around her flesh occasionally to tug on her skin.

She pushed herself to her hands, wanting to look at him, but then he was dragging his tongue up her length and closing his lips around her clit and her head was falling back in pleasure. Jason continued licking and sucking on her like he was trying to make out with her p*ssy and she shuddered as she felt herself getting wetter and wetter.

“Hngrh … J-Jay …” X twisted her claws into the bedsheet, her body trembling as he continued to arouse her.

F*ck, she was cute. The helpless little whimpers that kept escaping from her lips as he continued to eat her out slowly? It drove him crazy. “I guess the transformation doesn't affect your sensitivity, huh, sweetheart?”

He chuckled against her pulsing p*ssy and X let out a surprised yelp as her leg twitched in response. Jason ran his fingers up and down her thighs as he gave a low moan of satisfaction. “Mmm. You gonna come for me, princess? Already?”

He closed his lips around her folds and gently pulled them into his mouth before lazily dribbling his tongue along her length. F*ck, she tasted sweet.

He was so good, so gentle and slow, her Jason, always taking his time to appreciate the taste of her on his tongue. She shuddered as he let out another low moan and started moving her hips against his mouth to get him to go faster. But Jason pulled back instead and chuckled at her impatience. X growled at the sudden absence of his mouth and bared her teeth at him in a snarl. Jason flashed her a smug smirk as he stood up and leaned over her.

“You think I'm scared of you, princess?” he asked, gripping her chin tightly and turning her face up to his. “With those cute little puppy dog eyes of yours?” He snickered as she continued to glare at him, then he bent over to press a kiss to her lips.

X loosened her grip on the bed sheets when she felt his tongue brushing across hers. She'd always been a bit of an outcast within her pack: the male wolves would always go for someone bigger, stronger - a mate who would be able to give them many children and help them hunt for and look after the rest of the pack. It wasn't their fault - just a part of their DNA - but it didn't make it hurt any less. She gasped as Jason reached up to cup her breast, his mouth moving to trail along her neck and shoulder instead. But here was a man, big and strong and always ready to defend his pack, worshipping her body like she was some kind of angel he was blessed to be able to lay his hands upon. If only he could see himself in the same way; in the way she saw him. She steeled herself so her voice wouldn't shake when she next spoke. “Jason.”

“Hmm?” he grunted, continuing to trail his lips and hands all over her body. F*ck, she tasted so sweet.

He wasn't listening to her and she was starting to get a little frustrated at the smugness in his voice. So she grabbed him by the waist and flung him onto the bed.

“Whoa!” Jason exclaimed, caught off guard. Then he turned to grin at her. “How'd you do that?!”

X kept her face scrunched into a frown as she climbed on top of him and pinned his wrists against the bed. “It's my wolf strength. Now shut up!”

He stopped talking, but continued to smile at her, amused by how cute she still looked despite her wickedly sharp canines; she looked more like a puppy than a wolf, glaring down at him with her beautiful, round eyes. X huffed in irritation when she saw that he still wasn't taking her seriously.

“Tell me where it hurts, Jay,” she demanded. Jason shut his mouth and raised an eyebrow at her, his lips curling at the ends in teasing. X shoved him into the mattress in warning. “Jason!”

Jason lets out a little snicker. She was so powerful - a full-on wolf when she wanted to be! - and yet, she was still so vulnerable before him.

“What?” he finally relented. “What do you want me to tell you, princess?”

X began to hesitate, her resolve weakening as she contemplated what she wanted to ask of him. “I want … I want you to tell me … all the parts of you that you think aren't worth loving.”

His breath caught in his throat at that and he felt his heart skip a beat. “W-What?”

X let go of his wrists and sat back, taking a moment to assess his body. Her fingers trailed over all of his scars and bruises and she repeated herself, her tone more firm this time. “Tell me all the parts of you that you think aren't worth loving.”

Jason swallowed hard, his heart resuming its beating, but much faster this time. He shifted uncomfortably in position, so she curled up on his chest, her big dark eyes looking up at him as she held him down. He clenched and unclenched his fists, then turned away from her, ashamed.

“My mouth.” Something easy, he'd start with something easy. “Someone always gets hurt whenever I open it. I've always been told that I have a big mouth.” X smiled and crawled up over him to trace the curve of his lips with her finger.

“All the better to kiss with,” she joked. She pressed her lips to his and kissed him slowly, pouring all her affection into him. Then she pulled back. “What else?”

Jason's chest started heaving with shallow breaths as the anxiety began to creep in. He was going to do this, he was really going to do this: tear himself open and let her see all the vulnerable bits he tried so hard to hide. “M-My … My hands. All they do is take and take and take.”

X lifted his hand to her mouth and pressed a kiss to his palm. Then she began listing all the things he'd taken from her, stopping to nip each of his fingers in between.

“They take my sadness. They take my pain. They take my loneliness. They take my tears. They take my hunger.” She placed his hand on her waist when she was done, then she took hold of his other one to do the same. “They take my sorrow. They take my fear. They take my nightmares. They take my ignorance. They take my insecurities.”

She placed his hand on the other side of her waist and continued. “What else?”

Jason swallowed hard, the pressure beginning to build up behind his eyes as he digested her words. How could she do that? How could she take all of his self-loathing, all of his hurt and his pain … and turn it into something so beautiful?

“My shoulders,” he choked out helplessly. “They're not strong enough to carry the weight of … of his expectations.” She lowered herself back on top of him and rubbed his shoulder gently, knowing exactly who he was talking about. She scratched his skin lightly with her claw, leaving a faint red line, then she smiled down at him, her eyes glowing in the dark again as she did so.

“They carry mine perfectly fine.” She bent over and sank her fangs into his shoulder, just enough to draw a surprised hiss out of him, but not enough to hurt him - he'd already had enough pain to last a lifetime. Longer, even. She bit him softly, then pulled back and began reciting all the expectations he'd taught her she was allowed to have of someone. “Brave.”

X moved her mouth higher up his shoulder and nipped his brawny muscle again.

“Sweet.” Nip. “Patient.” She moved to his other shoulder when she ran out of space.

“Thoughtful. Attentive. Generous.” She sat up again and fixed him with a challenging look. “Is there anything else?”

Jason tightened his grip on her waist and, this time, his voice cracked with pain when he spoke. “I'm broken. I'm so broken, X.”

X gave him a soft smile and traced one of the scars on his shoulder.

“You're not broken, Jace. You're all stitched up! Here.” She brushed her fingers down his scar, then moved on to another. “And here.”

She repeated the phrase, her fingers sliding along his skin, her claws outlining each of his hideous scars. Then when she was done, she bent over and nipped each of them, her fangs pricking his skin delightfully. She took hold of his cock when she reached his abdomen, curling her fingers around it and moving it aside. But then she began stroking him gently, her thumb rubbing across his slit as she dragged her fangs along the inside of his thighs.

“X …” Jason breathed, clutching onto the bed sheets as his arousal began to intensify. X raised her head to grin at him, her tail wagging happily behind her. Jason pushed himself up

“They're not scars anymore, Jay,” she told him, brushing her fingers across his rough skin tenderly. “They're all the places I've marked you.”

She looked up at him, her eyes glinting gold with mischief and glee. “You don't belong to Death anymore, Jason Todd - you belong to me.”

Jason reached up to cup her cheek and pull her closer to him so he could start kissing her. He kissed her hard, aggressive, licking into her mouth thirstily like she was the only thing that could soothe the aching emptiness inside of him. X giggled as she kissed him back, then she yelped in surprise when he pushed her down onto the bed beneath him. She gasped and twisted her fingers in his hair as he began pressing his lips and teeth all over her body, marking her like she'd marked him.

“I belong to you,” Jason recited feverishly, like the words were a prayer on his lips. “I'm yours. All yours, baby. All yours, X.” He squeezed her breast in his hand, then growled and nipped at the other before dragging his tongue across her nipple. X whimpered and curled her toes as her legs twitched with arousal. Then she let out a helpless moan when Jason sucked hard on her breast before releasing her with a wet ‘pop’.

“You like that?” he teased her, making his way down her abdomen, nibbling on her soft skin and leaving small bruises all over her body. “You like it when I mark you like this, princess? When I …” He trailed off as he reached her centre, her sweet little p*ssy blushing and dripping just for him. He growled again at the sight, then pushed his mouth into her folds and groaned at the taste of her before drinking her up.

“You're all mine,” he declared. “You're all mine, X, all mine, princess.”

She whimpered and moaned again as her walls began to throb with arousal, the intensity of it causing her body to contract hard. “J-Jason!”

“F*ck,” he breathed. He flipped her over and started licking her up from behind, his fingers digging into her ass to spread her apart as he dragged his tongue along her length. X twisted her fingers into the bedsheets, her claws ripping the soft fabric as she did so.

“Jay!” she squealed helplessly. Jason bit down on her ass, his teeth sinking into her skin delightfully, then he held her tail down so he could start making his way up her body.

“You're so perfect,” he murmured, his words slurred with desire. “So perfect, baby. So pretty, so f*cking pretty.”

She shuddered as he trailed his lips up her spine, her entire body so sensitive from how badly he'd stimulated her already. Then finally, he reached her neck and she found the strength to push herself up to shrug him off of her. He rolled over onto his back and she pounced on him quickly before he could get up.

He looked up at her, his eyes glazed over with lust, a dazed expression on his rugged features. He was so handsome when he was confused, when he was completely at her mercy like this.

“W-What?” he stammered out, puzzled. X placed her hands on his shoulders, then dragged them down his chest, her claws leaving a faint trail of pink down his torso. Jason sucked in a breath at the pleasant sting of it, then she turned around on top of him and settled her p*ssy over his mouth. Her tail flicked playfully at his nose as she took hold of his cock and began licking the insides of his thighs and he grabbed onto her ass instinctively, digging his fingers into her skin.

“F*ck!” He tried to continue eating her out again, to suck on her and lick her up and please her, but he was just too distracted by the feeling of her fingers teasing his tip to do anything besides pressing soft kisses along her length.

X fisted his cock as he suckled on her clit, her body giving a hard contraction that had her curling her back involuntarily. “Hngrh …”

She pushed her hips against his mouth and Jason let out a satisfied groan at the feeling. He started lapping at her folds, picking up the pace of his movements, and she whined.

“J-Jay … Stop …” He didn't listen, so she started running her tail across his face, stroking his cheeks and tickling him softly. Finally, he released her, his head falling back onto the mattress against his own will.

“F*ck!” he exclaimed. X continued to run her tail across his neck and shoulders as she began licking his cock, her silky fur brushing against his skin teasingly. Jason held his breath, overwhelmed by the feeling of her all over him; her tail around his neck, her c*m leaking onto his chest, her breasts pressing into his abdomen. He bucked his hips as she lowered her mouth onto his cock, pushing it deeper in so that his tip hit the back of her throat. X growled at the feeling and he muttered another curse when he felt the vibrations racing down his length to his core. X trailed her tongue up his length, tracing the veins in his shaft. Then she shook her head like he was a toy she was playing with and his hips lifted off the bed again as his dick slapped against the insides of her cheeks.

“F*ck, f*ck, f*ck, f*ck, f*ck!” Jason swore, his brain turning completely numb with pleasure. “X … Stop … Princess, I want …” She refused to listen to him, happily sucking on his cock as he dug his fingers into the soft flesh of her ass. He groaned and pulled her back, settling her hips back over his face. X yelped in surprise, then flopped over him and started whining again when he shoved his tongue straight into her hole.

“J-Jay!” He groaned against her and she shivered as his low voice sank into her skin and danced along her bones. Then she ripped herself away from him and turned around so that their centres were perfectly aligned. The both of them paused for a second, chests panting with shallow breaths as they took each other in. Then Jason took hold of himself and tugged her down onto him. She sucked in a breath when she felt all of him filling up all of her, then she threw her head back with pleasure and started riding him.

“H-Hold … Hold on, princess …” Jason's voice shook as he bounced against the bed with the force of her movements. But he eventually managed to push himself up and grab her by the waist to lift her up slightly. She growled and snapped at him with her fangs, but he just chuckled and held her in position.

“Calm down, princess,” he reassured her lazily. “Just tryna get comfortable.” He shuffled up the mattress to lean back against the headboard, then loosened his hold on her, allowing her to continue.

X began rolling her hips against him again, her movements hard and fast. Shit! He felt so good! His thick cock stuffing her completely, his swollen tip hitting that one spot that had her entire body relaxing with pleasure. She could feel a howl starting to build up deep inside of her; a call to her mate, a warning to mark her territory. But there were still some parts of her she was too ashamed to share with him, so she did her best to swallow it back down.

She kept whining and whimpering, like she was trying hard to silence herself. But he didn't want her to silence herself - he wanted her to let him in, to feel safe enough with him to let him see all of her. “What's wrong … princess?”

“H-H-Hooowl …” X winced as the urge continued to press against her throat.

“Y-You … You wanna howl?” Jason asked, another wave of desire hitting him as she made her eyes all round and sweet.

She nodded eagerly, her features still scrunched up in embarrassment. Jason tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear. “You can howl if you want, princess.”

His voice was low and gravelly as he said it and she found herself unable to hold back anymore. She pushed him against the headboard and finally let out a shy and adorable little howl.

"F*ck.” How the f*ck was she so cute?! Jason buried his face in her breasts and glided his hands along her sides and up her back. He tugged on her nipple with his teeth then circled it with his tongue before sucking on her. X whined at the sensation and let out another soft howl as she continued to bounce on his cock. “Shit.”

Jason released her breast and his head fell back against the headboard as she slammed him against it again. X yipped happily when she saw the dazed look on his face, then she curled herself around him to nip at his ear. Jason winced and tightened his grip on her before letting out another curse. “F*ck!”

X giggled against his neck and slowed down a little, rolling her hips slower, but harder, against him. God, he felt good, thick and warm and filling her up so very nicely. She gripped onto his hair as her body shuddered, her p*ssy pulsing around him desperately as she came for him.

“F*ck.” Jason kept his arms around her as his entire body tightened, and then he was coming too, his c*m shooting into her cervix and coating her walls with his seed. X slumped over against him, her entire body relaxing at the feeling of his warm semen inside of her. Then she closed her eyes and took a moment to listen to his heartbeat, the steady sound of it soothing her. They stayed like that for a while, the both of them holding each other in silence. Then finally, “I love you.”

It was so soft that she almost didn't hear it at first. She transformed her ears and angled them towards him in question. Did he … Had he really said it? After months of her being the only one who would? Jason let out a small laugh, then pressed a kiss to the top of her head before repeating himself. “I love you, X.”

X sat up to grin at him, her tail wagging furiously behind her. “I love you too, Jay.”

[foxymoxynoona]

ummm i need an extra scene of Meadow couple exploring anal play pretty please

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Clarified with submitter they wanted pegging and so here we are! Hope this is what you were hoping for 😎 It is um pretty filthy so...

Story: Meadow Characters: Jungkook and Enikö Word Count: 4878 CW: Explicit sex! 18+, oh boy this is filthy: so much cum, rutting alpha wolf shifter who gets a lil' subby at the sight of his omega with a strapon, power play, dirty talk to begging, anal sex male receiving (fingers & dildo), rimming, prostate orgasm/milking, little bit of ball slapping and nipple pinching, so much cum (just saying it again), safeword is pineapple

At the start of Jungkook’s rut, Enikö found herself once again lamenting the seasons they’d missed out on because of her pregnancies. How could she not, once she fully understood what her alpha wolf was like in his rut? Why did people complain and roll their eyes about the season so much, and offer her sympathies, as if holing up with him in the uppermost floor of the house and getting fucked brainless for days until he calmed down was somehow a bad thing. Sometimes, enjoyably, several times in a season. It was filthy and glorious and they didn’t even have to feel guilty about the time away from their work and children because it was a medical need! He didn’t have a choice! Maybe he could have tried to suppress it with drugs but… why? Why not enjoy these days sequestered together, getting reacquainted with any inch of each others’ bodies that might have been neglected since last year? And the kids got so much time with their grandparents! Win win!

There was certainly not an inch of Enikö’s body that has been neglected in the last few days. Jungkook’s stamina on a normal day was impressive but after two full days of nearly non-stop fucking, Enikö’s own stamina was reaching its limit. Everything was sticky and sore, and Jungkook’s apologetic attempts to give her a back rub had just riled him up again. She wouldn’t have minded him fucking at the same time except it made the massage too inconsistent to be any good, at times too hard and at other times too soft as he grunted and gasped until his hips stuttered against hers and then he’d dozed off only to wake again hungry and ready to go again. 

“I want to sleep,” she complained when her own attempts at a nap were interrupted.

“I know, baby, I know, one more and I’ll let you sleep,” he promised. Empty words. And she loved those empty words for the first two days but now… now she was ready for something else to finally be empty. She wanted to sleep! A shower and a sleep, and there was no way Jungkook was going to let her shower until he was truly empty and passed out enough to break the rut. 

So the next time Jungkook began to rut against her leg after a frustratingly short meal on the couch, Enikö took matters into her own hands. When his lips moved against hers, she kissed him back harder, and then down his jaw and neck, nipping harder with each kiss until he shouted in pain and his dick twitched against her stomach. 

“En,” he groaned.

“Turn over.”

“Huh?” His voice went lower, his eyes widened as he leaned back to look at her with a mixture of nerves and naked anticipation. 

“You heard me, don’t make me say it again,” she teased, and snapped her teeth at his nose before going to dig through the chest of toys they kept tucked away up here. He sat on the couch, watching her expectantly, twitching dick the only thing moving. Poor baby was hard and leaking and sweaty, flushed, breathing heavily, watching her closely with those wide dark eyes that looked almost soft for the first time since they’d come up here. He’d felt the shift in dynamics and she was glad to see the impact. She hoped that meant this would work. 

She took her time getting the harness on, enjoying how she could practically hear him swallow as she pulled the straps tight around her waist and thighs. She didn’t look his direction; she didn’t need to confirm his attention. Just grabbed a fresh bottle of lube and pushed her hips forward as she sauntered back to the couch, silicone dildo pointing right at him.

“It’s a bigger one,” he noticed, eyes trailing down her body. Already his behavior had changed. Gone was the growling, snapping, aggressive alpha with only a few strokes of her faux-phallus. 

“Yes,” she confirmed. “But I know you can take it, alpha.”

He swallowed and licked his lips and shifted on the couch. It would be easy to read his behavior as nervous but by now, she knew it was more anticipation than fear. He’d been nervous in the beginning, sure, the first time he’d been too embarrassed to look her in the eye as he asked if she could “try that thing you like on me” after years of brushing the offer away. He still hadn’t been able to look her in the eye after either, after he’d orgasmed himself speechless, and it took a long time of soothing and scenting him to get him to curl up against her and admit he was scared about how good it had felt, how much he had loved being fucked by her, and what that meant about him as an alpha.

What she thought it meant was that he enjoyed getting fucked. 

Which was good because it turned out Enikö really, really loved fucking her alpha.

His breath shuddered in a gasp as she grabbed his thigh and lifted his leg up; he grabbed the couch cushion like he thought she was just going to shove in but she only looked. 

“You have covered me in your cum,” she mused. “Hold your leg.” He did, perfectly silent and still as she slid her hand down to brush against his asshole, her other hand still stroking the dildo. “You won’t let me shower or sleep–”

“You’re my mate,” he growled, briefly strong, eyes flickering gold. She stroked her finger over his asshole again and he shivered. It was amusing that he’d tried to sound so possessive while holding himself open for her like that. While trembling with anticipation of what she was going to do to him. 

“You’re so full of cum,” she said. Just her fingers grazing his entrance made his eyes flutter closed. “I’m going to empty you out so we can both get some rest.”

“I’ll keep fucking you until I’m empty–”

She pressed her finger against his asshole and he broke off into a desperate whine. The noise made her shiver. 

“My turn now, baby.”

His voice was much more submissive as he started to move, “You said turn over–”

“I changed my mind. Stay like this,” she decided. She let go of the dildo to run her hands up and down his thighs, spreading his legs the same way he did to her so often. It was a sacrifice, because his grunts as she’d spank him while fucking were so good, but he’d really put her through it this rut, her cunt ached from too much attention, and she would enjoy watching his face as he tried to stay so tough during his rut while splayed out on his back like this. His thighs twitched as she rubbed up and down; his cock bounced against his stomach, begging for touch. She kindly slid her fingers along his shaft and down around his balls, relishing in his groan. His knees bent when her fingers drifted back to his asshole, feet flexing like he was preparing to spring away. 

“Yeah, like this,” she nodded. “I want you to cum all over your own stomach and chest.”

“En–”

“What’s wrong, too tough-guy to get marked by your own scent?” she teased. He didn’t answer as her fingers dug into the base of his cock, thumbs rubbing the softer skin behind his balls. She leaned forward and spit on his asshole and saw the ragged way his breath hitched in his chest. Everything she knew she had learned from him, which made it even more fun to see him affected by them..

Her tongue against his asshole loosened his voice again. His legs shifted, hips rocking as she held him open and lapped at his hole, then up to suck on his balls, then back down. All the while the sweetest gasps and choked moans floated down on her. 

“I’m not even in you yet and you’re already whimpering,” she taunted, certain it was something he’d said to her before. He clenched as she poked her tongue against the pucker, not surprised when his hands drifted down to her head, probably a desperate attempt not to stroke his cock. When she lifted up to take a good look at his flushed face, she noted too the cum leaking from his tip, a gossamer string connecting to the pearly dab on his abs. 

“I didn’t cum yet,” he insisted. 

“Good boy, not yet.” She bit his inner thigh playfully, amused by his nervous laugh at the feel of her teeth on his skin. He laughed because he liked it, she could tell by the goosepimples that spread across his skin. 

“I feel stupid sitting like this,” he admitted. 

“You’re thinking too much.” She slid her hands along his thighs again to soothe, and kept it up with one hand as her other reached for the lube. “Keep holding your legs up, unless you’d rather spread yourself for me.”

“That’s supposed to be my line.”

“Right now it’s mine,” she countered, coating her dildo with the lube and looking down at him posed for her so pretty. So uncomfortable. So nervous. So eager he was leaking. So hopeful he was willing to do what she said with only a little fuss. “Right now your hole is mine. Right now you’re going to take mine until you’re a whimpering, quivering mess–”

“Fuck, Enna–”

“Until you’re so empty you’ll cry at the thought of cumming again, you couldn’t knot if your life depended on it–”

“You like this too much,” he mumbled, dimples showing as his eyes closed, like he could swim in her dominant words. She knew he loved it, even when he acted above it. It was easy to get into character right now. She was tired. She wanted to sleep.

She squirted a glob of lube on his asshole in retaliation and he hissed, then cried out as she pressed her thumb against him, against and in. 

“Ah ah ah!” he cried out, squirming at the slow intrusion. 

“Shhh baby it’s just my thumb, that’s nothing for a big alpha like you.” She squeezed his thigh and pressed her thumb further against the clench of his muscles, a gentle steady thrust to work out his nerves. “Relax, you know you’ll love this.” He groaned as she pushed past the ring of resistance and twitched as his body clenched to accommodate. “Good, baby, just like that.”

“En.”

She continued to thrust her thumb, adoring the way his eyes fluttered closed and his brow dropped and he tried to concentrate on relaxing when his body was telling him to do the opposite. She knew he enjoyed the tremor of discomfort mixed with the pleasure; she took her time working the lube into him, pulling out and rubbing around his hole and then back in, easing his body into relaxing and remembering how good this was. She traded her thumb for a finger, slightly smaller, then had him gasping and twisting again as she worked two fingers in. She dumped on more lube, feeling her own heart rate picking up at the sight of his body swallowing her fingers like that. It would never fail to make her proud that though he’d done plenty of things with other women before her, this was one of many things only she would ever do to him. And he loved it.

“En,” he whined, dropping his knees and grabbing the couch cushions, nails scratching against the fabric. “Fuck… finger my asshole…”

“I am. Don’t be bossy.”

“Ah you’re going to make me cum,” he whined, losing himself and pulling his cheeks apart for her, already surrendering to the pleasure. She watched his cock twitch and another glob of cum slowly ooze out, no force behind it. She twisted her fingers and pressed deeper, sliding along his walls to find that spot that made his legs suddenly straighten and his head curl forward as he panted and moaned.

His whine changed in tone as she eased her fingers out, his eyes pitiful in their disappointment. She enjoyed watching him clench around her absence.

“En, please, please just go back to– I was so close–”

“Shhhh.” She leaned forward and kissed away his trembling worry. He groaned onto her tongue and thrust against her stomach so rapidly, clearly his desperate body driven on instinct.

“I need to fuck,” he gasped. “I need to– sit on my cock, En. I need to cum in you. I –aghh,” he gasped out as she slid the head of her dildo across his hole. She kissed him harder, tongue licking into his mouth as she pushed against him. She’d done her best to soften him open but his body resisted the bigger, harder intrusion. “Please,” he panted. “Please, En, I want you in me.”

She gripped the dildo and pushed harder, planting her feet and leaning her weight into it now as the head of the dildo forced him open. He yelled and grabbed the couch cushions behind his head, legs lifting up without her order as she sank into him. If only she could feel first hand the way his body was clenching around her dildo, the way hers did around his other times. He whined and whimpered and twisted, trying to see around his own erratically twitching cock and swollen balls. 

“Shhhh baby baby, you’re doing so good,” she encouraged, peppering kisses over his face as he gasped. “Just sit for a moment, just relax, just get used to me.”

“It’s bigger,” he whined, nose bumping mindlessly against her mouth. “Fuck.”

“It feels that much bigger? It’s not much bigger.”

“Fuck fuck fuck,” he groaned, squeezing the cushions so hard, biceps flexing, as his hip slowly curled up, taking her deeper of his own accord. “Fuck!” he groaned and cum oozed from the head of his cock, spurting over both their chests. “Please pump me–”

“No. Not yet.”

“En,” he whined. She loved his whine so much, this pitiful little noise only she ever got to hear. She kissed him hard and pulled out a couple inches –not all the way– before pushing slowly deeper, swallowing his strangled cries. She let him rest for a minute like that, impaled on her but unpressured, and just kissed his face as he alternated growls and grumbles and sighs and full body twitches.

“Wolf fighting you?”

He panted and nodded.

“I’m not going to stop fucking if you shift,” she teased, though it was definitely not true. “Tell him not to get any ideas and just to let you enjoy it.”

“So un-alpha–”

“Not true. A good alpha can take it harder than this.”

“I can,” he gasped out. “I want…” He shivered. She rocked her hips slowly and could tell the moment she put pressure in just the right place by the heave of his chest. She pulled slowly out and his groan took on a disappointed edge. “En…”

“Yes, alpha?”

He reached for with one hand, pulling her down into a kiss, and gave his cock a few strokes with the other. It took her a second to realize what he was doing, until the gesture made her recognize the shift in his vibe as he decided to take matters into his own hands rather than beg.

She grabbed his wrists and pulled them away; he put up just enough of a fight for her to feel strong as she pressed his hands back to the cushions behind him.

“Uh-uh. Hands off.” 

“You don’t understand,” he gritted out. “I need to cum, and if you’re just going to tease me…” There was an edge in his voice and she saw the muscles in the sides of his neck straining. 

“Sorry, am I going too slow?”

“Yes, just fuck me already! Don’t make me tell you again, little one.”

She didn’t appreciate the tone and so was less gentle as she shoved the dildo back in. He gasped and twisted. She leaned further forward, pressing deeper and deeper, and bit his shoulders and neck and chest until she was flush against his body and his skin was dotted with her white bites. His chest heaved, panting; he stared at her with wide eyes, mouth hanging open. Everything would feel more right now while he was rutting. Good. His teeth clicked as she shoved his jaw up, demanding the exposure of his neck as she pulled out and thrust into him hard. He shouted and grabbed at her hips, thrusting up to meet her. 

“You trying to fuck yourself on my cock?” she asked him sweetly. Outside of this moment, she’d die talking like this, but he loved it so much, it had made her brave over time. She was still holding his jaw up, making his voice sound strained.

“Please. Please, baby… need it so bad…”

“Need me to fuck harder? Say it again without the sass this time.” 

“Fuck me, baby, hard as you can, please, please.” 

“So polite even when you’re rutting, huh?” she teased, leaning down to bite his earlobe as she gave a hard thrust. He grunted and squeezed the couch cushions. “Too hard?”

“Again.”

So she did it again and bit his neck this time, kissing and licking to balance the pleasure and pain. But she wanted to see him, and pushed herself up, hands braced on the back of his legs so she could watch his contorting face and twitching cock with every stroke of her own. It was intoxicating to watch, delicious to listen to the way different strengths and speeds affected the noises he made. His cock looked so needy and desperate for touch but she refused to just yet. That was going to be the orgasm to end all orgasms, the orgasm to let her get some sleep.

He curled forward, grabbing her hips and pulling her harder and faster against him, pounding her into his own asshole as his groan turned into a roar. She fucked as hard as she could as he helplessly hooked his arms under his legs and cried out. Untouched, his cock erupted again, cum shooting up, dashing across the sweaty flushed skin of his chest, across his chin and cheek, dotting his sweaty hair. It was so fucking hot. He looked up at her through his own cum, clearly shocked, and Enikö fell forward to kiss him, not stopping her hips even when he bucked.

“Shit, I–”

“It’s so hot, it’s so hot, alpha,” she gasped. “I love seeing you with your own cum on your face, oh my god.”

“No, I don’t like it– agh, slow down!”

She did, stilling her hips but not pulling out because, “You aren’t done.”

“Let me breathe a second…”

“Hm…” She wasn’t sure she wanted to. She ran her hands along his thighs and across his stomach and chest, smearing in the cum, but when he started wiping it off his face, she leaned forward to lick off instead. Since she hadn’t pulled out, it pushed her deeper and he groaned and shuddered but remained silent under her tongue. So she began to gently rock again, chasing the high of hearing his voice catch like that. She nibbled his mouth and his jaw, his ear, down his neck and twisted them both sideways onto the couch so she could kneel between his legs this time and stretch out on top of him, pressing his cock between them..

“Good, baby,” she murmured against his skin. “I think you like the bigger one.”

“I…” He broke off with a strangled gasp as she pulled all the way out and pushed back in. His body had relaxed more, it was more accepting of her, but she knew he’d still feel every penetration. She pushed against his chest so she could guide the dildo better, out and in. His mouth hung open, eyes dark and slitted, legs splayed. She pressed his knees to his chest with his dick trapped on her side of his thighs, swollen head shiny and leaking. 

“I get it now,” she murmured.

“Hm?”

“Why you like watching my body take you,” she grinned, staring at her dildo disappearing into his hole and the way he clenched in the void when she pulled out. His huff preceded him trying to cover himself. “No, don’t be shy. It’s sexy.” She pushed in and leaned forward to kiss him. “Don’t be shy, alpha, it’s just me. Your omega can know something like this about you. You know this about me. You know how hungry I am for you.” She bit his mouth, kissing him even though he could barely return the gesture as she found just the right angle to buck against. His whimper made it obvious she’d hit the spot, just like it was obvious he tried not to whine like that, but she was relentless.

“Right there, alpha?” she asked, stroking into him. “Is that the spot?” His body answered for him since he could not, cum oozing out of his cock like she’d flipped his switch. She kept her pace the same but leaned back to watch the pearly jizz pool and slide down his thighs. She scooped it down to smear around his hole instead, letting it join the mess of lube letting her glide so freely in and out.

“Suck my cock,” he pleaded, a sure finishing move, but she refused. He’d fuck her mouth again and her throat was already sore. Instead she pushed his hands back up and pressed his legs apart and pinched his nipples, not giving him a rest. Maybe it had been an empty demand anyway, she could feel his energy starting to flag; she must finally be getting to the bottom of that cum reserve that seemed so endless during a rut. 

She slapped his nipples and pinched them again, then reached down and slapped his balls to make him hiss.

“How much do you still have for me?” she demanded. “How long are you going to hold out? Let it all out, baby.” She slapped his balls again, harder. He whimpered. She slapped harder until he finally croaked out “pineapple.” More cum oozed out, even before she ran her hands up and down his swollen shaft to chase the pain with pleasure. The shudder ran up his whole body and she quickly pulled her hands away.

“You like hearing me whine,” he complained.

“I do.”

“Please, just finish me.”

“Hard or soft?”

“Hard,” he answered quickly. “Hard hard, you have no idea how hard it is not to flip and fuck you right now–”

“You will not–”

“So fuck me harder!”

She picked up the pace, watching his cock bounce with each thrust, watching another dribble of cum leak out as she reached deep. She grabbed his legs to pull and he braced himself against the arm rest of the couch as she fucked harder, so hard she thought it must hurt him but he liked it if it did. The profanities flowed from his mouth, his whole body writhing and bucking as she split him with the dildo. His moans reached a fever pitch until she finally took pity on him and grabbed his dick, dragging her hands roughly up and down, practically using it as leverage as she whipped her hips against his ass. 

“FUCK” he shouted, legs curled in the air, face contorted in what looked like rage or pain as cum shot out again. He bucked and rolled and she kept going as he gave a completely silent shout and curled up. His gasp made it sound like he hadn’t breathed in hours but she kept going, slowing her thrusts but busying her hands, squeezing up and up, wringing the cum from his body.

“Yeah, cum baby, cum it all out, I’m not stopping until I hear the word so don’t try to shake me off–”

“Fuck fuck Enna,” he practically sobbed, grabbing his legs and curling forward. Another dollop of cum squeezed out, all over her hands. She’d found the spot with the dildo in his ass and just rocked against it, pressing, working him from every angle as he crumbled in her hands. He bucked into her hand but no word, so she kept going, a tight O around his head hard and fast while her thumb dug down behind his balls and her dildo milked that prostate dry. He shouted and she squeezed less cum out, and then less, until he grabbed her hips and pulled her deep one last time, his body convulsing as she wrung the last pitiful drops out of him.

“Pineapple,” he whimpered. “Pineapple pineapple.” Instantly she released him as he whined it again, “Pineapple.”

“Empty baby?”

His cock rocked and twitched in the air but nothing came out.

“God that’s so much cum,” she gasped, looking around. Certainly more than an ordinary day of this kind of play.

“Enikö…” His voice was whisper faint as he collapsed backwards, chest heaving, eyes closed. 

“I have to pull out. I’ll go slow. Are you ready?”

He licked his lips and nodded and winced, though she did her best to be gentle. His hole clenched in complaint as soon as she was out, and he bucked when she stroked it to soothe. How beautiful he was, completely fucked out like that. She watched with interest at the way his cock pulsed but failed to form the knot it no doubt wanted to. She undid the clasps of her harness and set the whole thing on the table to clean later, and stretched out on top of him, and stroked his hair back. He could barely open his eyes but still smiled and turned into her kiss. His skin was filthy, sweaty, but cooler to the touch. 

“I broke your rut,” she murmured.

“You broke me.”

“In a good way?”

“Fuck.” 

His mouth was lazy, slow against hers. Another shudder ran through his body and she smiled and debated about her own need right now. 

“You still need to be fucked?” he asked, which was honestly a wild question considering he clearly couldn’t move right now. She doubted he could even use his hand, frankly. It delighted her, to leave him like that after he’d done it to her so many times during the last two days. 

“You’ve fucked me plenty,” she assured him. “Just go to sleep, alpha.”

“But you smell wet.”

“Shhh.”

“Ride my face, baby–”

Instead she got up, ignoring the shakiness of her own legs, and retrieved the first vibrator she could find and collapsed back on top of him. He groaned as soon as he heard the noise.

“No, I don’t want it to end with you having to–”

She clamped her hand over his mouth and slid it between her legs. Their faces were inches apart, his lidded gaze meeting hers as she positioned the vibrator just right. Without verbal agreement, neither looked away; everything seemed so still and quiet as Enikö leaned into the building vibration that did all the work alongside the mental video playing in her mind again of exactly what Jungkook looked like when he curled his body up to take her in. It was quick, very quick. She came with a gasp and pulled it quickly away, sensitive sooner after so much activity. The orgasm wasn’t even that strong but it was a needed release, a relief of the tension she’d wound in her body getting to fuck Jungkook like that. Only her. She was the only person in the world he would trust with that need, that vulnerability, that pleasure that still frightened him. Why? Men could be so silly about something that felt good. And damn, did it clearly make him feel good.

“Thank you,” he whispered, pressing a lazy kiss to her forehead.

“For fucking you?” she grinned.

She felt the pout of his lips as he corrected, “For breaking my rut.”

“Thank you for trusting me with your rut and your needs. I’ll do that sooner next time.” Now that she knew he still enjoyed that kind of thing while he was rutting, they could bring so much of their other play into the rut room. She hadn’t known for sure if it would be welcome while he was his most dominant, or whatever but… apparently yes. 

“Hmph. Well. You trust me with yours.” A pause. “Sorry I didn’t get to finish you.”

“Don’t worry. When I go into heat, I’ll be very demanding. It’ll always be even between us, Koo. And anyway, I really enjoy fucking you.”

“Yeah yeah, I can tell.” He chuckled and coughed a little, probably dehydrated. He’d wake up and chug a liter of water in a little bit probably. But for now he stone-cold passed out, body finally at rest, instinct convinced he had successfully pupped his mate –despite her birth control and the fact she was the one who’d left him so dry he couldn’t even form a knot. Enikö, feeling very smug and satisfied and more than a little sore, went right to sleep too curled up on the filthy mess coating her alpha’s body. 

[itsdappleagain]

tis time for the need for speed caper!

notes under the cut as always

if you saw my boston tea party caper post you will already know that this is not my favorite episode. potentially one of my least favorites in the season. still has some fantastic moments though, and I'm excited anyway!

cool foreshadowing for next ep with neal. bellum likes him

THE WAY BRUNT'S FACE LIGHTS UP WHEN MECH WALKS IN

these bitches really ARE gay

THE SIGHS AND FORCED POLITE GREETINGS ARE SO FUCKING FUNNY

i love how snarly they animate mech's face. her lip is curled or her nose is wrinkled

poor mechanic. so british it hurts a little bit

a choice of playdates 😭

cs: you can work remotely from my latop! the season being released in 2019: 👁️👄👁️

god why do they always make carmen's hottest and most showstopping outfits only get like a minute of screentime

the complete 180 from barfing at fish to proclaiming his love for a vile operative. fantastic

also mmmmmmmmmmmmmm the driver is a fantastic character. she's set up just enough w/ the green outfit and the mechanic letting us know that there's an operative already in dubai. plus she's milking trey without anyone suspecting a thing. she's so cool. imagine having to play dumb about your specialty for this arrogant little white boy

anyway trey sterlings little earrings

bonus points for how the driver only smiles when trey is looking at her

im a duke and ivy's a rocket scientist wheeze

god that cape on carmen is everything

who voices sterling sterling

okay 1. daddy sterling 2. ITS MR GROUPER FROM BUBBLE GUPPIES JIDSHH. he's been in a ton of shit. soggy joe from amphibia, benzo in arcane, phineas and ferb and a lot of stuff as the amazing hulk. i wonder why they had him do the role GOOD LORD THIS GUY HAS BEEN IN A LOT OF STUFF

so has trey's va

and then the driver throws herself on trey as soon as she confirms that he's the one driving its so good

love how trey uses the wrong names just to be a dick

not entirely sure why zack and ivy went to the party at all when they could have just gone with carmen but whatever

ah, the part of the episode which makes me hate it. zack acting like a homicidal toddler

carmen and the fastest change of clothes in the world

i love how ivy is just glaring at him the whole time

my favorite part about cs being a kid's show is that when characters get arrested the cops just stand there really menacingly because they can't point guns at anyone who isn't dexter wolfe

i love the next few episodes of player and shadowsan bonding/gaining trust with each other tho

i love when carmen gets pissed off about stuff

i also like seeing how on edge she is- flattening herself against the wall on the roof when a car goes by and stuff because she's trying to figure out how she's going to get them out of jail

i love her

HAHA okay i do love to see carmen yell at them because its SO emotive and GOOD but also IVY DID NOTHING WRONG SHE GETS THE SHORT END OF THE STICK

what was possibly worth risking your necks and mine and giving VILE a chance to win RNGRH its such a good line to show carmen's mentality. we see it in stockholm a little too with how she would almost literally rather die than let VILE win

how do they get home

mmmm this show is awesome with the setup for the driver

why would zack and ivy be knocking on his door if they knew he was supposed to be driving the car btw

man this show really tried to go for more refined themes in the depths of the episode. its implied that the driver seduced trey in his trailer and then stole all of his shit once he was undressed but obviously they can't do anything else with it but imply

NO WAY DID THAT CAR STOP THAT FAST BJSDJDGJH

i love how mad carmen is about literally everything in this episode she just snarls about things

PLS THEY JUST STOLE SOME MORE SCHMUCKS CAR

the motorcycle driving animation is so slick though

the driver is underrated actually im realizing

HAHAHA CARMEN'S ANNOYED LITTLE LOOK

i LOVE the animation of the car speeding up to rocket mode its so cool

you can hear the tires squeal every time carmen/the sibs turn their vehicles around

carmen sandiego tragically dies in a 60 mile per hour head on collision atop a parking garage

"whats she going to do, give us both a piggyback ride?" carmen five seconds later:

split up gang! lets look for clues

GIGANTIC AUTOPILOT BUTTON <3

carmen's hips. thank god for this shot

also i love the implication that carmen was just dramatically positioning herself against the wall and waiting for the driver to turn around

i love this fight scene with carmen and the driver btw its good. they are pretty evenly matched

uhhh...where in time is carmen sandiego?

i also love the driver v carmen fight because they are like. clawing at each other. just brawling

those are the fighting moves of a bitch who has been mad ALLLL day and needs to take it out on someone

ivy constantly being terrified of zack's driving because she's seen him flip the car completely upside down before is my favorite

SEEN SOME SHIT

asami is that you

boston tea party and need for speed are truly a two part episode

i love frames of carmen jumping off things before she deploys her glider

she's literally so hot. also her forearm is disconnected from her elbow

THE GLARE DADDY STERLING GIVES HIM SHDGSDS

who still talked to carmen about a headquarters after she screamed "WE'LL CONTINUE TO DO SO WITHOUT A HEADQUARTERS" into the phone and then hung up in a fit of rage because i wouldnt have

yeah they tried to fake us out didn't they

we got to see that workshop in s4 when carmen was brainwashed..

THE FLIGHT TIME FROM SAN DIEGO TO MOSCOW IS 21 HOURS NO WAY DID THEY MAKE IT IF IT WAS HAPPENING TOMORROW MSGDJKDGJDS

I KNOW A PLACE i love shadowsan

alright theres need for speed. im going to try to crunch out crackle goes kiwi maybe tonight but we'll see how it goes lol

[my-shields-are-down]

Ashley being back infuriates me.

They’ll lose fans if they keep the love interests around too long. We saw that a fair bit in S4. Social media was rough. If she’s around for long, Chenford fans will stop watching. They were on the verge of cancellation last season for The Rookie. They can’t really afford to fuck up now.

People are fed up. It makes me wonder if the writers even give a damn about Chenford or not? It makes me think they won’t do anything with them until the last couple episodes of the series.

I love slow burn ships. All of my ships have been a will they/won’t they or a slow burn. Every one of my other ships have had more progress than Chenford by S5. It’s infuriating.

It wouldn’t be that hard to get them together either. Have Lucy test out of patrol, Tim then wouldn’t be her supervisor, Murray or Carradine would depending on if she tests for UC or Detective.

In terms of contracts, I think they’ll do a S6 of The Rookie. But I think that might be the end of the road. What happens if Feds tanks and is cancelled but OG is still going strong?

Feds I don’t think will do too well. It’s going against the FBI Tuesday block on CBS and the FBIs rake in all the Tuesday ratings. How do you think Feds will do? How do you think The Rookie will do now that it’s against NCIS LA on Sundays with the time slot change?

Rookie Feds is going up against CBS's FBI night? hahahahahaha

oh my god. that's a death knell. WHY would you choose to go up against Dick Wolf - the king of television? I will be watching CBS that night, thank you. Thank you for the laugh. Oh I needed that badly.

I believe the Rookie writers are Chenford fans, they've said as much (or Tucy as they call them). Personally, I think the problem comes from the leadership. Nathan Fillion is no Eric Winter. Never has been, never will be. Eric is gorgeous and has really flourished in this role - the writers have given him some fantastic material to work with. His micro expressions and emotive capabilities are phenomenal. Plus, he and Melissa have ridiculous chemistry on or off screen. They are friends and laugh endlessly off camera. That shines through - and is probably why most of us are drawn to that couple to begin with. They really are magic.

I believe Nathan thought this would be Castle 2. And he'd be able to be the bumbling buffoon for 1/3 of every episode with the other characters blending into the background in support of this role showcasing him. Yes, I am being kind of snarky, but I worked in Hollywood and the man has a large ego. I don't know why. This isn't Firefly or Serenity or even Castle. Petty comment: Can we please stop filming him running? please?

The writers write what the producers and the censors will allow them to write. Did you see the SDCC panel interview? the focus was on NF and the Feds. only one Chenford question that was basically shot down. They do not want the focus on Chenford. and so I bet at least last season, that's why their stories were so disjointed. Push down what's possible, and create something new and shiny to shift the audience's focus to. First Bailey then when that didn't catch fire, to the Feds. I also think the writers purposely made Bailey less likeable. She's a bit of a know-it-all. I mean perfectly nice, but she doesn't gel with Nyla (hahahah ), Angela or Lucy. Not really. Grace was phenomenally better than Bailey. Hell, Anderson would have been a better match IMO. But well they killed her off so that's not happening.

This season could work to chenford's favor. if everyone is focused on building a show that has no chance for success, the writers of the OG should have more freedom to write what they want. I thought the Dim/Juicy idea was so clever - it's a fun UC situation that will hopefully accelerate the feelings and wantings of these two characters into action. please oh please.

The show was on the verge of cancellation then that syndication announcement came through which makes no sense to me at all. Unless there is some contingency play happening. Something like, if the Feds get through 2 full seasons, we will put both shows into syndication as 8 total seasons of the Rookie into reruns. 2 for Feds and 6 for Rookie.

Voldie (she-who-will-not-be-named) - I feel bad for her. She, like Sanford are place holders. They are the people who on paper are the perfect match for Tim and Lucy. But we never see the domesticity of either Tim or Lucy with these people. Other than Kojo barking and growling at Voldie - which is hilarious in and of itself. And maybe she's back on set, because now the UC op is over, and the fed cross over is over, and T+L have faced the ramifications of their make out sessions. Maybe Tim hasn't yet had a chance to break up with her. I'll like her more if the breakup is messy. if she throws things. If she really does want to get married and have babies, or decides to "try that out" in order to keep Tim.

But yeah, the placeholder relationships are annoying. I am ready for Tucy to get on with it. They need some catalyst to propel one of them into action and imagine life without them. Something to spur them into action.

And I will enjoy watching the Feds die a speedy death. That show doesn't have a chance on Tuesdays, or much of a chance at all IMO.

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Goin' To The Chapel Part 2 - IceMav

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So, uh, @pollyna gave me brainworms like 2 weeks ago. And I wrote And We'll Never Be Lonely Anymore. And then @topgunruinedme suggested a Maverick and Goose perspective and I could not pass up the opportunity for the chaos that is Pete Maverick Mitchell. And then I wrote 15500 words. I regret nothing.

I've split this into 2 parts because I feel 15k is a little much.

SUMMARY: Mav and Goose decide they need a Vegas weekend between saving Cougar, sighting a MiG and now being sent to Top Gun. So when Mav wakes up with a wedding ring and not many memories of who exactly he married… well, it's probably fine, right?

TAGS: Tom "Iceman" Kazansky, Pete "Maverick" Mitchell, Charlotte "Charlie" Blackwood, Nick "Goose" Bradshaw, Carole Bradshaw, Rick "Hollywood" Neven, Leonard "Wolfman" Wolfe, Sam "Merlin" Wells, Waking Up Married in Vegas, Las Vegas Wedding, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, drunk wedding, we got 99 problems but homophobia aint one, Angst with a Happy Ending, pete maverick mitchell is lonely, Toxic Relationship, brief charlie and mav toxicity, Dead Nick "Goose" Bradshaw, Grief/Mourning, Mentions of Sexual Acts, No DADT, No Homophobia, no beta we die like goose

WORDS: 15,575

PART1 - PART2

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6.

As far as making a mess of his life, Pete Mitchell would rate himself at four out of five stars. He stared up at the ceiling of Charlie’s room, mind rolling slowly through the fucked up choices he had made in the last twenty four hours alone. 

Fucked up choice number one: leaving Hollywood to go after Viper. He had known it was a dick-move. He had known it wasn’t what he was supposed to do. But he couldn’t help himself. He couldn’t help the small whispering voice in his mind that told him “it’s fine, no one would ever stand by you, why should you stand by them”. He had lived his entire career as Duke Mitchell’s kid and all of the bullshit that had come with it. Including constantly being ostracised by other aviators. Not even Goose could talk him out of that one, as hard as his RIO had tried. 

Fucked up choice number two: letting Tom “Iceman” Kazansky talk to him like that. It would have been so much easier to just fist-fight him in the locker room than listen to the patient but exasperated way Iceman spoke to him. It would have been better to walk away and not listen to him at all. Because in that moment Maverick had made an awful connection in his mind. The calm, patient tone was eerily familiar to him. It almost sounded like a voice from his dreams. It was comforting and chastising in one. It made his hair stand on end and his stomach drop a little. Maverick couldn’t bare to look at Ice, because he knew in that moment he had a strange flare of attraction and he absolutely, under no circumstances, was allowed to feel anything other than irritation and dislike of perfect Tom Kazansky. And then he’d watched Ice walk away in nothing but a towel and the attraction hit him hard anyway.

Fucked up choice number three: taking the first two fucked up choices and using them to justify sleeping with Charlie again. He had sought her out this time. Following her home on his bike knowing exactly where they’d both end up. It had calmed his crazed thoughts for a while, sure, but now he was in Charlie’s bed again. 

He was laying staring at the ceiling thinking about Tom Kazansky’s tanned skin dripping from the shower. He was thinking about the ultimate trust he had seen in Goose’s eyes as he promised to be better for the hundredth time. He was thinking about Jester telling him to “never, ever leave your wingman”. He was thinking about his father, whether Duke Mitchell ever left his wingman. He was laying with a naked woman asleep on his chest and she didn’t even rate a passing thought. 

“What are you thinking?” Charlie muttered against his skin, clearly not as asleep as he thought. 

“That I need to get back to base,” Mav lied. 

“Mm,” she rolled away and frowned at him. “Are you ever going to stay the night?”

Maverick frowned right back. “You know I can’t,” he said, irritation leaking into his tone.

“Uh-huh,” she rolled her eyes at him. “Because you’re always so concerned about the rules.”

He might have shaken it off if he wasn’t already wound tight enough to snap. Instead he climbed out of the bed and began pulling on his clothes.

“Come on, Charlie,” he snapped. “You know I can’t spend a night off-base. And you already said you’re not supposed to date me, anyway.”

She sat up, covering herself with the sheet. “Jeeze, Mav, you really know how to make a woman feel wanted.” Her eyes were cold, even in the dim light. 

“I’m here, aren’t I?” Internally Maverick stomped down on the part of him that watched on with disgust. 

“Not for very much longer, apparently.” Charlie pointed at the door. “Go on, get out.”

He didn’t need to be told twice, stomping out the back door and letting it slam in the quiet night. He paused at his bike and dragged his boots on, having walked out with them in hand. With that done, he revved the engine and took off into the darkness. Maverick revelled in the icy wind against his cheeks and the way it seemed to strip all thoughts from his head.

===

Things fell into a pattern from there. For the first time since he’d joined the Navy and had to endure training, Maverick bent himself to the task of curbing his impulses. He worked hard at refuting the small, nasty voice telling him to only look out for himself. 

Instead, embarrassingly, Iceman’s calm voice asking him “Who’s side are you really on?” would echo back against it. That calm question of where his loyalty should lie worked wonders. His body still itched to do stupid things, but there was “stupid leaving your teammates to die” and there was “stupid ballsy stunt flying”. Maverick felt more than a little pleased with himself that he was finally able to draw the line between the two. 

Their points racked up, shooting him and Goose to second place and snapping at Ice and Slider’s heels. 

The other pilots seemed to forgive him for his boneheaded stunts easily enough as well. Maverick had always been charismatic enough to get away with murder, and he found he enjoyed the attention more when it wasn’t paired with glares and muttered curses. Even Iceman himself seemed to soften off a little, a little frost melting away. 

The only part of the pattern that Mav couldn’t get a handle on was Charlie. Charlotte Blackwood always got what she wanted. For some reason, she wanted Maverick. They had made up the day after he stormed out in the night, Charlie smiling and bringing him a coffee after lunch to chat. 

Two days later they had argued again, this time Charlie stalking away with her heels clicking sharply. Maverick had watched her go a strange mix of relief and anger. Possessed by some weird sense of fairness, Maverick had made an effort to reconcile. 

And around and around they went. 

===

“Hey, Mav?” Goose said as they wandered back to the hangar after another hop. 

“Yes, Goose?” Maverick’s mind was on the last manoeuvre he had watched Viper pull, wondering if he could achieve it in his bulky F14.

“Does Charlie know you’re married?” Goose’s words slapped him dead in the face, leaving Maverick stuttering to a stop on the tarmac. 

“What?” He said, whipping his head around to make sure the other aviators were well out of earshot, not hard with the never-ending roar of engines.

“I mean, is that why she’s always so torqued with you?” Goose shrugged one shoulder, the picture of reluctant curiosity. 

Mav sighed, tipping his head back and watching an F5 scream by. When he looked back, Goose was still waiting for an answer, sympathy in his eyes. 

“No, she doesn’t know,” Mav said. They carried on toward the hangar. “I haven’t told her. I kind of keep meaning to, but…”

He left the word hanging, unsure how to admit it without sounding like a dick. 

“But there’s always something else to argue about first?” Goose asked, voice now laced with sympathy. 

Maverick gave a short nod. He gripped the helmet in his hand so tight he thought it might crack. He knew this wasn’t how it was supposed to go, but something in the way Charlie laid on the attention and affection always got to him. He would promise himself it was the last time and then she would be back with her smiles and bedroom eyes and… He would fall right back in with her. 

“You know—“ Goose began but a shout from the hangar caught their attention and Jester waved them over impatiently.

They both picked up their pace, double-timing to the debrief they were clearly late for. Whatever Goose thought he should know would have to wait. 

===

7.

“You have no idea what it’s like!” Maverick shouted. Charlie was the only person in the whole universe that made him shout this much. 

“Oh! Right!” She shouted right back, face twisting with anger. “Because I don’t have a damn joystick between my legs, I don’t get an opinion!”

Maverick growled with frustration, shoving his hands into his hair. “You know that’s not what this is about! This is about piloting, not about being a woman!”

“I’ve been doing this job eighteen months now, Mav,” she spat his name like a curse, “I think I have an idea of exactly what you meant.”

He closed his eyes, praying for patience and presence of mind. It worked for a brief second and he realised that arguing wasn’t the answer. Maverick turned on a heel and pushed out Charlie’s door into the rain. 

“Where are you going!?” She yelled after him. 

He didn’t bother with a reply, merely climbing onto the wet seat of his wet bike and shooting away from the curb. 

He was saturated in moments, the rain falling heavy and fast. Only his glasses kept it out of his eyes enough to see where he was going. The drops pelted his face, freezing and stinging his skin until he couldn’t feel anything else. As he rode, the anger rose in waves of fire before being drowned in the rain once more as he twisted the throttle and pushed faster into the freezing water. 

Maverick knew he couldn’t keep it up. He couldn’t walk the same circle around the flames with Charlie. One day soon they were going to fall into the fire and neither would come out unharmed. He had to stop. It had to stop. 

The thought was terrifying. The idea of pushing back against that intoxicating attention was almost unthinkable. Pete had spent his life chasing it and now he had it he wanted to give it up? 

The small Goose that lived rent-free in his head sighed and folded its arms. Pete turned his attention to the sprite, ready for anything that could help. 

“This isn’t it,” was all the Goose said. 

Pete knew it. He knew this wasn’t it. He had known from that first date at Charlie’s house that this wasn’t it. 

But he was so desperately lonely. Some days he feared his body would split open with the aching of it. He felt that his chest would cave if a single person truly touched him because it was brittle veneer over a gaping abyss of loneliness. 

With a long, slow sigh, Pete pulled over and stopped. His body was shaking with chills, his hands struggling to open from their grip on the handlebars. He sat back and let the rain fall on his face for a while. 

Loneliness was not a good enough reason to hurt like this. Enough was enough. 

With a nod to himself, resolve settling into his gut at last, Pete gripped his bike once more. He tossed his head to check for oncoming traffic but found himself stuck in place. No longer frozen by the rain, but held in place by the comical sight in the lot across the street. The one and only Iceman was leaning on the opened hood of his vehicle. 

Maverick toyed with the idea of leaving him there. It passed quickly. That same old voice of Iceman asking who’s side he was on making him turn his bike and dart across the road to the parking lot of a diner. He parked up a few spaces away.

By the time he got to Iceman, he was reconnecting the battery. 

“Need some help there, Iceman?” Maverick revelled just a little in the situation. 

“Mav-rick,” Iceman said, spitting out the last syllable in a similar way to Charlie. “What, no Charlie date today?” 

It should have pissed him off. It should have ground salt into his freshly opened wound. Except Maverick was too damn excited to see Iceman upset by something. The ever-serene Tom Kazansky was pissed off enough to make a shitty comment to him. 

Maverick grinned broadly and flipped his dripping hair off his forehead. 

“Seemed like a nice day for a ride,” Mav said. 

Another thrill of delight shot through him as Ice’s face fell into open shock. 

“You’re genuinely insane,” Ice said, shaking his head.

Mav wasn’t sure he was that far off the truth. He shrugged. “And you appear to be genuinely broken down. Do you actually need help?”

He waited, watching with fascination as emotion passed over Iceman like clouds. Now he was up close and not seething in a fit of rage at every word, Maverick could see the work in Iceman’s eyes as he attempted to reign everything in. 

Mav rolled his eyes, too impatient to wait on the other man’s ego, he stepped around Ice and climbed into the Jeep. He turned the key, listening to the tell-tale clicking of a dead starter solenoid. 

“Sounds like your starter,” he announced, returning to the front of the car to find Ice hadn’t moved a muscle. 

Careful off the slippery paint, Maverick climbed onto the front of the Jeep. He cursed his short legs as his jacket rode up and cold drips trickled down his bare back. He checked to make sure the solenoid was attached properly and not just loose. Satisfied it was truly broken, he fixed the year and model number into his brain. 

“How badly do you need this running?” Mav turned back to see Iceman staring off into the middle-distance. 

Ice swung back to face him, a flicker of shock hitting his eyes before it was gone. 

“Uh, I mean, I need it to get back on base at least,” Ice said robotically. 

“Well, I could get you back on base.” Maverick slapped the Jeep affectionately. “But your Jeep isn’t going anywhere without a new starter solenoid. I can fix it, but not in the rain.”

“You’d fix it?” Ice sneered. 

Mav scoffed and looked away. He had been wondering how long Tom Kazansky could stand being decent before his urge to be the biggest dick around reared it’s head again. He turned back to Iceman, his own sneer in place. 

“I mean if you want to walk back to base in the rain, Ice, you go right ahead,” Mav said. “If you want to pay a mechanic to fix it and have your car in the shop for the next week while they piss around on an easy job, you do that. I’ll see ya around.”

Maverick turned on his heel and marched off, hands deep in the pockets of his jacket as he went. He couldn’t figure out what made him even stop to help in the first place. Maybe he had felt like he owed Iceman for all the times he had inadvertently stopped Maverick doing something batshit crazy in the air the last few hops. Maybe he just wanted to do a good deed. 

“Mitchell! Wait!” Ice’s voice cut through his internal ponderings. 

Pete paused, sighing at his own idiocy as he waited. 

“Look—” Ice appeared in front of him, hands spread out by his sides, “— I’m not having the best day here. If you can help, I’d appreciate it.”

He looked so open and defenceless for once that Pete couldn't help but be a little startled by it. The cold detachment was nowhere to be seen. He felt he was actually seeing Tom. Not Iceman, not Lieutenant Kazansky, just Tom, honestly asking for help. 

Maverick was still Maverick though, he raised his eyebrows, waiting for the apology he deserved. And also just to see if he could push Tom’s buttons as much as he could push Iceman’s.

“I’m sorry for being a dick,” Tom sighed. 

“Good.” Mav laughed, pleased with himself. “Go grab what you need, lock it up and we’ll head back to the base. I’ll bring my bike over.”

Ice gave him a nod and walked off. Maverick watched him for a moment, an odd sense of affection fluttering in his chest. He shook it off and went to get his bike. 

===

Iceman was not so cool and collected on the back of a Kawasaki going 35 miles per hour in the rain. Maverick couldn’t help but laugh as the bigger pilot clung to him for dear life. He was like a wall of body heat and muscle behind Mav. It was a little unsettling to feel someone so large on his bike with him. He rode slow, slower than usual at the very least, negotiating turns carefully as Ice wasn’t used to leaning with the bike. 

When they pulled into a park on the base, Iceman swung himself off immediately. Mav laughed a little at the fierce scowl Tom wore. Maverick tossed his fringe off his face, unable to feel his cheeks again from the short ride. 

“Christ, you enjoy this?” Iceman asked as they started toward the quarters. 

“Not such a fan of the cold, Iceman?” Mav teased with an easy smile. 

“Not really. Or the damp,” Ice said. 

They walked in silence for a few metres.

“Sometimes you just need to shock your system, y’know?” Maverick said, voice quiet. “Really just do something that resets everything. Clean slate.”

Maverick wasn’t sure why he had said it. The words had slipped out before he could stop them. Now he was back at the base, the afternoon was catching up to him a little. He cleared his throat and carried on through the awkwardness. 

“Anyway, I’ll grab the part we need for your Jeep and we can head down tomorrow after end-of-day to fix it. It won’t take too long, just too slippery and miserable to do in this.” Maverick gestured to the sky. 

“Uh, sure,” Ice said. “Thanks, Maverick. Really.”

“Don’t mention it, Ice,” Mav gave him one last friendly grin. He turned away and went in search of Goose. He desperately needed to talk to his RIO about Charlie, and maybe even about Tom Kazansky for that matter. 

===

8.

“Hey, Mav,” Goose called, pushing into Pete’s room without waiting for a reply. “Oh good you’re already dressed. Bradley wants you to come play ball with us, so we’ll see you down at the beach in twenty.” 

“Man, I can’t,” Mav said, voice apologetic. He hated letting Bradley down but he did tell Ice they’d fix his Jeep.

“What do you mean you can’t?” Goose’s eyebrows shot up. “Don’t tell me Charlie—”

“What? No.” Maverick shook his head violently. “No. I just… yesterday I ran into Iceman, his car was broken down and I said I’d help him fix it.”

There was a protracted silence, Goose’s eyebrows were yet to come down. He stared at Maverick, mouth hanging open a little. 

“I’m just doing a good deed, OK?” Mav said. 

“For Ice?” Goose clarified. His jaw finally closing and eyes turning shrewd. 

“What can I say, I’m a good person.” Maverick shrugged, trying not to squirm beneath Goose’s stare. 

“Well, OK, Mav,” he said in his long-suffering tone. “At least make it to dinner, will you?”

“I’ll be there,” Mav agreed, willing the heat in his neck to recede before it reached his cheeks. He clapped Goose on the shoulder and moved past him into the hall. A small, Goose-sounding voice in his head accused him of running away and Maverick ignored it as well.

===

It shouldn’t have been shocking that Iceman had more than two emotions (pissed off or disinterested) but Maverick found it startling just the same. They cruised along on his bike. Ice was clinging less in the sunny weather, and actually gave a huff of laughter as Maverick took a corner a little quicker than he needed to. 

When they climbed off beside the lonely Jeep Maverick found the other man actually smiling. He couldn’t help but smile back, a bubbling feeling of victory in his stomach at the sight. 

“See, it’s fun right?” Mav said.

“Sure, Mitchell, it’s fun,” Ice rolled his eyes but there was a smile still tugging on the corners of his lips. 

“You should try it at a hundred miles per hour,” Mav winked, “there’s nothing like it except flying.”

“With the way you fly? No way.” And then The Iceman actually laughed. 

Maverick laughed along with him, a weird sensation building in the back of his neck. Something about that laugh tickled at his brain. He turned away to retrieve the tools from under his bike seat, mind working furiously. 

“I’m an excellent pilot, Ice,” Mav argued just to be contrary. “It’s not my fault the US Navy can’t keep up.”

Ice laughed again, this time far more sardonically, but the same familiar feeling hit Maverick once more. This time a memory rode along with it. 

Club lights were swirling, synthesizer music pulsing against his chest, the man he had pressed up against the wall was laughing into his ear.

Maverick’s blood went cold. Then hot.

This couldn’t be real. That had to be some quirk of his fried brain. There was no way they were the same laugh.  

He picked up his tools and the spare solenoid. No, he refused to believe it. 

And yet as he turned to look at Iceman, that thrill of familiarity he had felt so many weeks ago hit him once more. 

Maverick pasted a blank smile on his face and climbed onto the engine of the Jeep. He definitely wasn’t going to think about that right now. He was going to get this job done fast and get the hell out of here. 

“Where’d you learn to do this?” Ice asked, coming around to lean on the Jeep and watching Maverick with his too-blue eyes. 

Mav wished he wouldn’t look at him. He could feel Ice’s eyes roaming his body and more fuzzy memories rolled into his brain; memories of being felt up in a club bathroom. 

“My second foster home,” Mav said, too distracted to lie. He kept his eyes focused down on the engine. “They were decent enough. Owned a mechanic shop. I helped out after school and on the weekend.”

They were some of the best memories he had. His foster dad, Gerald, had taught him the ins and outs of motors. They would always have the radio tuned to the rock and roll station. It was where Mav learned all his cuss words and what exactly a pin-up looked like. 

He was so lost in the reminiscence that he forgot Ice was there until a short “Oh,” brought him back to the present. He could hear the strain of someone that didn’t know quite what to say in that “oh”. He had heard it many times over his lifetime. Maverick extracted the solenoid and tossed it at Ice, breaking the other man’s awkward stance.

“Don’t worry about it, Kazansky,” Maverick said, giving him a smile. “You know my dad was KIA, my mum died not too long after. So there wasn’t anywhere else for me to go.” He gave a shrug, preparing for the typical responses he got. 

“I’m sorry,” Ice’s voice was so earnest that Mav found it slipped under his guard and hit his chest harder than usual. 

He hadn’t thought he would ever hear Ice say something that honest and sincere to him, let alone an apology. 

“I said don’t worry about it,” Pete said, ignoring the rushing of blood through his heart that threatened to overwhelm him. “Pass me that new solenoid, would you?” 

He needed to get this finished. Fast. He couldn’t stand another moment with this weird, kind, compassionate Tomas Kazansky. It was doing strange things to his brain and body.

“I was with them for three years,” Pete said when Ice didn’t change the subject. “It was shit when I had to go. But they had another bio-kid and the State wouldn’t let them keep me.”

There was no reaction. Iceman didn’t move an inch. 

“I went to a new place, they were horrible.” Flickers of memories threatened but Maverick pushed on, focused on the work he was doing with his hands more than the story. “Ran away for a while. Had about a week on the streets.” Pete peeked to watch Iceman’s face flicker with shock and dismay before the mask returned. “State put me back with a new family. They were bearable.” And they had been. Easy enough to finish off his high-school with them. “Stayed there until I could enlist. And now I’m here, about to win that Top Gun trophy and be the best.” He tacked the last part on in an effort to break Ice’s stiff posture. The other man was frozen with his arms crossed and jaw clenched as he listened to the story. 

Later, Maverick would wonder why he had said it all. He didn’t really like to offer up his life story to just anyone. Heck, Charlie didn’t know half of the stuff he’d just forced Ice to listen to. The moment had just felt right. The fact that Pete was suspecting Ice was his mystery husband, the way that Ice had let himself open up with Pete that afternoon, even just a little. 

Maybe he just wanted Tom Kazansky to stop thinking he was just an irresponsible child; that Pete Mitchell had a life and a story and there was more to him than being “dangerous, unsafe and everyone’s problem”. 

“Keep dreaming, Mitchell,” Ice said the snark in his tone softer than usual. Pete glanced over to see that Ice’s eyes were shining with mirth. With his arms loose across his chest now and the last of the sunset colouring his blond hair golden. Ice was drop-dead gorgeous.  

Maverick laughed. If they were married, he was going to have to insist on consummating it before he gave Ice a divorce.

As though he could hear Mav’s thoughts, Ice shook his head with mock exasperation. 

“So.” Mav leapt back down to the pavement. “I think that’s good to go. Try turning it over.”

He shoved his tools into his back pocket, waiting to hear the engine turn over. It fired and hummed, sounding perfectly healthy once more. 

Maverick felt his blood rise again as Ice shot him a genuine smile from the drivers seat. He looked down at his grubby hands and began wiping them with a rag. He could not have Tom look at him like that again, it was doing awful things to his emotions. 

“Thanks, Mav,” Ice said, holding his hand out to shake. 

Maverick took it, feeling the callouses and surprised at how large Ice’s hands were. 

“No problem, Ice,” he said, realising this was probably the first time Tom had used his nickname. 

“You want some cheese fries?” Ice said, his eyes flickering with panic before they shuttered back to neutral. 

Pete’s heart exploded. He had a vague realisation that Charlie never made him feel like this. How did Tom have such easy access to his nervous system? The memory of laughter shifted in Mav’s brain. 

“Well, I would,” he chuckled through the pain of how honest he was being, “but I got a better offer. I gotta go meet Goose and Carole for dinner.”

Iceman merely nodded. Maverick could see Tom receding back behind his persona again.

“See ya ‘round, Iceman,” Pete said, mostly to needle at him and see the flashes of genuine emotion he could now recognise. 

“Sure, sure,” Ice drawled, a smile leaking through in his voice.

Maverick turned and wandered away, tossing the busted solenoid into the air and catching it with ease. How much damage one little broken solenoid had caused to his life. He tossed it into the cavity beneath his seat with a smile.

===

9.

The first hour he had clutched Nick to his chest and begged for him to open his eyes. 

The second hour he had begged the sky to take him instead, give his brother back and take him instead.

The third hour he had listened to the idle talk of doctors and officers without hearing anything.

The fourth hour he realised he was laying in a bed, staring at a ceiling he didn’t recognise. 

The fifth hour he cried. 

It didn’t stop. He sobbed and sobbed, the abyss in his chest busted open and dragging him into it. His throat was raw, his body shaking in silent sobs and eyes stinging but no tears were left to fall. 

He couldn’t have said how long Carole had been holding him, her own tears slipping through his hair as they rocked together on his hospital bed. Maverick came back to himself and found them like that. He found Bradley curled up asleep on a trundle bed in the room, hand clutching his toy plane tight even in sleep. The same way Maverick had clutched Goose in that frigid ocean. 

He clung to Carole, fresh tears falling. He was astounded he had any left. 

Around midnight they both sat still and silent. The noise of the hospital moved on around them but Carole and Pete sat together on his bed, clinging like children in the dark. 

“I’m so sorry,” his voice was a grated sound. 

“No.” Hers was no better. “No, Pete, don’t.”

“I’m so sorry.” He couldn’t hold the words back. 

“I know.” Carole pressed a kiss to his temple. “I know.”

“What are we gonna do without him?” Pete asked, voice cracking. 

“I don’t know,” she gave a small sob. 

Pete clung harder. The yawning abyss swallowed him whole.

===

He was discharged in the morning. “No outstanding injuries” the doctor had told him. Pete disagreed, the tearing pain in his entire soul definitely felt like an outstanding injury. Instead he simply nodded and headed back to quarters. 

As he passed by a window he noticed his stubble had grown in and his hair was a mess. The routine of showering and shaving settled him infinitesimally, bringing some sense of normal back. Then he cried all over again because clearly life went on even without Goose and the pain of that thought was fresh and sharp.

Viper found him there, leaning on the sink, staring at his whiskers and trying to breathe again. 

He said things about the pain of losing someone. That he would get used to it. That he would get over it. 

“You have to let him go.”

Maverick’s vision went blurry and he realised he was holding his breath. He only let it go as Viper patted his shoulder and left once more. 

How did you let go of someone that was one half of you? Pete stared at his red eyes in the mirror, the pain flaring once more. He had let Goose go, the jagged wound inside him was proof enough of that.

===

He moved like a zombie. Charlie came and went, saying words as she always did. Carole came and collected Goose’s things, pressing the dogtags into Maverick’s palm before she left to organise a funeral. Maverick sat on the floor of the lounge with Bradley in his lap. 

The pair of them stared vacantly at the cartoons on the TV. Bradley’s head was heavy against Mav’s collarbone. He still clutched his toy plane in one hand, the other holding on to Pete tightly. He smelt so familiar, the weight and warmth of him soothing the empty pain in Mav’s chest a little. 

“Where’s dad?” Bradley said, voice quiet. 

“He’s gone,” Pete whispered, fresh tears already brewing. “He’s gone, buddy.”

“Will he come back?” 

“No, Bradley.” Pete took a shuddering breath. “He can’t come back this time.”

“Will you go too, Uncle Mav?” Bradley turned to look up at him, his eyes confused and searching Pete’s face for comfort. “You and daddy go everywhere together.”

The tears spilled over, Pete clutching Bradley to his chest tight and rocking a little. 

“No, Gosling,” Pete gasped through the pain. “I can’t go with him this time. I’ll stay here with you.”

There was a beat before Bradley spoke again. “I don’t want daddy to be lonely. But I’m glad you’re staying.”

Pete clung to the little boy, feeling the words settle into his chest. They soothed and stabbed at him simultaneously. 

===

The memorial was a blur. The grim faces, condolences and heavy grief washed over him relentlessly. He ached to leave but knew he had to stay. He held Bradley close and kissed Carole’s cheek in farewell as they left.

Maverick seemed to come back to himself alone in his room. He was truly alone. No more doctors, no more Carole, no more Bradley. Just Pete Mitchell and his loneliness. 

He stared around at the room. Nothing but his bed, his desk and the small wireless radio Goose had given him two weeks into their stay. Mav crossed to the wireless and flicked it on, searching channels until he settled on an oldies station. It was late enough that there was little talking from the DJ and mostly just endless music. 

Standing at the desk, letting the soulful sounds of Etta James crash against him, Maverick pulled the desk drawer open. The silver wedding band was right where he had left it. He scooped it out of the drawer and slid it onto his finger. 

He hadn’t even gotten a chance to tell Goose about his revelation in the parking lot. They had gone to dinner and talked about Charlie, they had sung Great Balls of Fire and then Carole had demanded time with Nick. 

Maverick folded himself onto the floor. He pulled the ring off and stared at it. There were so many things he needed to say to Goose. So much that had happened and would happen, things Maverick wanted to share with him and never could again. 

Things that Maverick was now destined to live alone with.

The music changed, the first few notes of Otis Redding poking at Pete’s tender heart. He looked at the radio, contemplating smashing it it pieces. And then the lyrics started and for the first time in his life, Pete Mitchell understood his mother. 

He laid his head back on the bed behind him and felt the words pour into his chest. 

The song ended, the DJ coming back on to talk about something inane. Maverick opened his hands to find he had been crushing the ring into his palm. 

Amazed at how his brain worked, Pete suddenly realised that if Iceman was his husband, he couldn’t possibly know it. He realised that if anyone had the papers from the marriage it must be Pete himself. 

Aware that he was merely distracting himself from the grief, Pete dragged his bag out from beneath the bed. He dug around the bottom with one hand, moving discarded socks out of the way until his fingers found paper. He pulled the page out, still folded in eighths but also twisted and crushed from the travel. 

He untwisted it, opening it slowly as his heart thumped. It was flowery and ornamental. 

Certificate of Marriage This is to certify that Peter Maverick Mitchell and Tomas Iceman Kazansky were united in marriage.

Maverick stared. Slowly, he noticed there was a wet spot on the page and brushed it away. It took another moment for him to realise it was a tear. 

There was his scrawling writing for his name and his callsign. And the bold, slanting letters of Iceman’s hand for his. 

“Fucking hell,” he said to the empty room. “Fucking hell, Goose, it’s really him.” He gave a weak, wet laugh. “I hope wherever you are you can see this. I hope you’re laughing your ass off.”

And then clear as a bell, Mav heard Goose’s voice again. “See, Mav, you still have family.”

Maverick sniffed and closed his eyes. Listening for more but the voice was gone, the memory fading already. Calm settled over him as he waited to hear Goose again. 

Holding the certificate in one hand, the ring in the other, Maverick slipped into a deep sleep on the floor. 

===

10.

When he woke that morning the calm was replaced by a deep ache in his back. He was too old and too sober to sleep on the floor. The day descended into hell from there. 

Carole was gone. He was cleared of any guilt and sent back out to fly that day’s hops. 

His hands shook. His lungs weren’t working. It was all he could do to keep his mask on and not throw up. Sundown was yelling something from the backseat but all Pete could hear was the crunching sound of Goose hitting the canopy. 

He stared at the wall of the bathroom without seeing anything except Goose’s bloody face and green dye in the ocean. 

The next hop was worse. He began to go hypoxic within minutes and had to land before he blacked out. Wolfman had been up with him, filling in for the hop as his RIO now that Maverick didn’t have one. He stayed quiet, only speaking to tell Mav to bring it back down steady. 

Maverick knew Wolf followed him to his quarters but the RIO stayed silent, watching him pack. Beyond that, Maverick lost track. He hustled to the locker room to grab the last of his things. He had to get out of here. He couldn’t stand to listen to the roar of jets or be surrounded by the memories of how he used to fly as easy as breathing. Now he couldn’t even breathe while he flew.

It was just his luck that as he was emptying his locker, Iceman found him. 

“Mitchell,” Ice said.

Pete froze. The reality of their relationship crushing down on him. 

“I’m sorry about Goose.” 

Maverick couldn’t move. He knew if he turned around he would throw himself at Ice and beg him not to leave. 

“Everybody liked him.”

Silently, eyes closed against the room, Pete Mitchell begged Tom to say it. To admit he knew they were married. To offer to be what he had lost. To say he’d stay even if they hated each other. 

“I’m sorry.”

Silence stretched. 

Pete grabbed his bag and walked out, letting his heart rip out his back as he did. What was one more lost piece now?

===

Maverick wasn’t sure where he was going anymore. He pushed his Kawasaki down a long empty road, letting the noise of the wind drown out Charlie’s nasty words. 

He knew what she was doing. She was trying, in a fucked up way, to motivate him back into flying. He growled along with the engine of his bike. She needed therapy. 

The thought made him laugh, a ragged harsh noise. He needed therapy too. 

He was a husk clinging to the world. There was nothing left of him that made up Maverick. He had lost Goose. He had lost his ability to fly. He lost the Navy. He was nothing anymore. He was no one. 

As he pushed the bike faster approaching 100 miles per hour, a memory hit him. 

He was suddenly in that parking lot teasing Iceman about going 100 miles per hour. He had said it felt like flying. 

And it did. He realised with a shock that the adrenaline rushing through him was familiar. His lungs were working hard but only with the force of the wind against him. He was still breathing. 

He was still alive. 

Maverick lifted off the throttle. He let the bike slow back to a reasonable 90. 

If he was still alive then he could still fly. He knew that deep in his tattered soul. With the realisation a piece of him seemed to settle back into place. He had promised Bradley he would stay. Carole had told him to keep flying. 

Maverick cursed and rolled the bike to a stop on the side of the road. He turned around, knowing where he was going for the first time in a week. 

===

The day was too bright. The sun making their dress whites shine with glare. He hadn’t known where his hat was, he didn’t particularly care. He was late and he didn’t particularly care about that either. He was here. He was alive. That was enough.

Steeling himself, Maverick shuffled through the press of people to where Iceman and Slider were grinning like fools at their win. It sent a weird sense of happiness and bitterness through Mav. It could have been him, it should have been him, but he found he didn’t really care anymore. 

He held his hand out, ignoring the way Ice searched his face. 

“Congratulations,” Pete said, and meant it.

“Thank you.” Iceman looked like he wanted to say something else but after a second it disappeared and Pete pulled back into the crush of bodies. 

He moved through to where Hollywood and Wolf were standing, drinking already. 

“Wolfman,” Pete said, raising a hand in greeting. “I just wanted to say thanks.” He held his hand out once more. 

Wolf gave him a smile, smacked the hand aside and drew Maverick into a crushing hug. 

“Don’t mention it, Mav,” Wolf said, clapping him on the shoulder. “Let’s get you a drink.”

He began to protest but found his voice had gone hoarse, throat constricting with emotion. 

“Glad you’re here, Mav,” Chipper slapped his back as he went by. 

All Maverick could do was nod in acknowledgement. 

“Hey, Mav!” Sundown cried and made a beeline for them through the crowds. “Was worried you wouldn’t make it.”

Maverick gave a weak laugh and nodded. “I almost didn’t. No fucking idea where my hat is,” he said, making the others laugh.

“Surprised they found one that fits that big head of yours,” Hollywood teased. 

And just like that, he was home again. The grief burned deep in his gut but Mav found another piece he thought he had lost falling back into place.

===

The orders were short and sharp. They were to ship out to the Enterprise within the hour. Maverick ground his teeth together. Life just wouldn’t give him a break.

Two steps forward and one step back. He found he wanted to stay and then life shoved him straight into the deep end once again. With a groan, Maverick knew he still had one more thing to do. He collected the ring and certificate from his bag and walked the short hall to Tom’s room.

His heart was in his throat as he knocked. He couldn’t feel his fingers. His lips appeared to be tingling in the way they did when Stinger was on a tear at him for some bullshit he’d pulled. 

The door opened. Iceman’s face dropped into surprise and stayed there.

“Mitchell,” Ice said.

“I need to talk to you, Kazansky,” Pete was proud of how steady his voice sounded over the loud hammer of his heart. 

“Uh, sure.” Ice stepped back, letting him into the room. “Don’t you need to pack?” 

Maverick noticed that Ice’s bag was open on the bed, things stacked neatly in it.

“Never unpacked,” he said, willing himself to stay calm and keep breathing. 

“Right.” The word hung between them.

Ice moved past him and started packing again. 

Mav took a steady breath. He stepped over to the desk and dropped the certificate and ring onto it, letting the metal clatter against the wood. 

Tom went still, hands frozen in his bag. Then he straightened, shoulders pulling back. 

“I, uh, found that in my bag,” Pete said when it became apparent that Ice wasn’t going to respond. 

Slowly, movement clipped, Ice turned to face him. His mouth opened but for once nothing came out and he closed it again. Pete would have laughed if anything other than sick anxiety could make it past his swollen heart. 

With a short sigh, Iceman turned back to his bag and produced his own piece of paper and a ring. He set them both on the bedside table. Maverick’s stomach dropped through the floor. 

“How long have you known?” His voice was rough. 

“The wake.” Ice’s eyes were locked onto him now. Those glacial blue eyes searching him once more. “The night of the memorial.”

It hurt. A new type of pain sliced at Maverick and he was momentarily stunned that there was pain he hadn’t felt before. Ice had known that day in the locker room. 

“You and Slider went to Vegas the night before Top Gun,” Mav said, fighting down the rage and sadness and giddy sensation that all fought for dominance within him. 

“We did,” Ice said and seemed to sink a little further into himself. “You and Bradshaw did too. Obviously.”

“My idea,” Pete said, smiling a little as the giddiness seemed to rise anyway. “A blowout before we got here to work.”

Before the memory of Goose could seize him, Mav moved on. 

“Do you… remember any of it?” He said. 

Ice gave a smile, an edge of bitterness to it as the corners pulled out rather than up. 

“A little. Bits and pieces.” Ice sighed and rubbed his face with a hand. “I remember a dance club, being incredibly drunk. And laughter.”

“Lots of laughter,” Pete whispered, nodding and hearing Ice’s intoxicating laugh in his mind once more.

“I think…” Tom began and paused. 

Pete watched him; eyes drinking in the way his jaw tightened and then let go, words rushing out.

“I think I remember kissing you.”

The giddiness spiked, Pete felt his stomach flip right over. He opened his mouth to tell Ice he was fairly sure they’d done a bit more than just kissing in that bathroom, if his memories were accurate at all. A sharp knock on the door cut him off. 

“Lets get the lead out, Kazansky!” It was Slider’s voice through the door. 

Maverick jolted back to Earth. He realised where he was and what he was doing. And worse, what they were both about to go and do. With a short nod, he grabbed the certificate and ring and fled. His shoulder banged hard against Slider but he didn’t look back for fear the other man might see the panic on his face. 

Astoundingly, Maverick found another piece of himself had repaired in the short conversation. His insides still looked like a half-finished mosaic, but it was better than the gaping abyss it had been for days. 

===

11.

The Enterprise was like torture. 

Maverick knew if he hadn’t managed to sew at least a few bits of his heart back together before he had come aboard, he would have thrown himself into the ocean by now. The kind words, the pitying looks, the deafening silence of Merlin; it grated against him. 

Goose was everywhere and nowhere. Memories plagued him until he felt like he was seeing ghosts. 

With a pounding headache he retreated to his bed and refused to move until he fell asleep. 

===

He was Alert-5. He was only being sent up if something went wrong. 

Maverick stopped by his bunk, grabbing Goose’s dogtags. He paused at the end of the hall and turned back. Quickly, knowing he was cutting it close, he grabbed the silver wedding ring and looped it onto the tags. 

Merlin met him at the door. 

“What the fuck are you doing?” He asked, glancing up at the rumble of the catapult overhead. 

“I needed something,” Mav said. “Let’s go.”

“You good, Mav?” Sam asked, voice pitched low as they hustled through the carrier. 

“Yeah.” He nodded, not feeling fine at all. “Yeah.” He knew he was trying to reassure himself more than Merlin. 

The taller man’s face was pinched, tension framing his eyes. Mav tried for his signature cocky smile. Merlin rolled his eyes. 

“What Ice said…” Merlin started as they began a preflight. 

“Don’t worry about it,” Pete said, waving him down. 

Sure, the words had hurt. Burned hot against Pete’s fragile nerves for a moment before the burning turned to righteous anger. He wasn’t sure if that was Iceman’s plan all along, but he definitely felt motivated to prove his stupid husband wrong again. 

“We’ll just have to show him, huh?” Pete tried for another grin, this one apparently stuck because Merlin grinned back. 

===

“Five! I repeat five! I’m in deep shit!”

Maverick held his breath as they launched, his heart pounding as they took to the air and raced for Ice and Slider. 

===

“Get in there, Mav!” Merlin sounded borderline hysterical but Maverick couldn’t hear anything except his own ragged breathing. 

===

“Talk to me, Goose,” he prayed. 

“Mav, you still have family,” Goose said from the backseat, his voice affectionately exasperated. “Do some of that pilot shit.”

Time stopped. Pete Mitchell drew the deepest breath he’d had for days. Blood rushed to his brain. Time started again.

Everything was in focus. Sharp and clear. He yanked on the stick, making Merlin yelp. 

===

12.

It was the moment Pete “Maverick” Mitchell had been waiting for his entire life. He had laid in bed as an ensign picturing this moment. He had seen this moment on the back of his eyelids every time he had walked away from a fight over being Duke Mitchell’s kid. He had been waiting, chafing, for this moment to come. 

Yet now it was here, all he wanted to do was find a dark, quiet corner and rest. 

His need for attention was saturated. He felt soggy and like his bones carried too much weight. His mouth tasted like ash from cigars and his throat hurt from talking. 

It took a long moment for him to realise Iceman had disappeared at some stage. Maverick took it as all the permission he needed. He waved the chattering group down, claiming he needed the bathroom. 

As soon as he was out of sight he turned into a hall and then climbed. The paraloft would be empty, the entire crew down in the mess instead. He pushed into the small room and paused. There were legs and boots sticking out from the back corner. 

Maverick smiled a little to himself, surprised that he knew those boots and legs. He walked over and folded himself down beside Ice. He tucked himself close enough to feel the warmth of the other man against his upper arm. He felt the shake of Ice as a silent sob hit him. 

Without a word, Mav leaned into him and let the soggy feeling rush out. A few tears leaked down his cheeks and he couldn’t stop sniffling, but he didn’t care. He let Ice cry quietly beside him. He would never breathe a word of it. 

Eventually the shaking sobs beside him lessened and stopped. Maverick resisted the urge to rest his head on Ice’s shoulder. 

“Thanks,” Ice croaked. 

“You too, Ice,” Mav whispered, unsure just what he was thanking him for. For the warmth of another human, for letting him be there while he cried, for knowing exactly how this felt. 

“I guess we need to get a divorce?” Tom said, eyes rolling to Mav. 

He went cold. His body tensing and mind stuttering a bare second. Mav tried to get a grip on himself.

“I thought you said I could be your wingman any time,” Pete tried his hardest to grin, forcing the joke out. 

Tom laughed. It rushed warmth back through Mav’s veins and the shaky fear faded away again. That laugh was like music to him. It was like rain after a long drought. 

Ice opened his hand, letting Maverick see the silver ring looped onto his dogtags. Mav opened his own hand to reveal Goose’s with his own ring. 

They laughed together. Pete knocking the toes of his boot’s against Tom and squirming when the other man elbowed him back. 

The sound of their laughter together slotted another piece of him back into the mosaic. He felt a weight lift from his shoulders. 

No, he didn’t want a divorce. He had been right all those weeks ago. Drunk Pete Mitchell had known that the man he’d married was special, had been the one he was searching for. 

He turned, catching Ice’s jaw with his free hand and pressing a kiss to his lips. They were as soft as they looked, even when laughing. He leaned back to find an adorably shocked look on Tom’s face. He kissed him again, for good measure. 

“What about Charlie?” 

The words dented his joy and Pete leaned away once more. “There was no laughter,” he said softly. “All I remember of our wedding is laughter. I remember feeling happier than I had in years.”

He wanted to tell Tom that it was his laugh that made him remember. That when he heard that sweet sound it had saved Maverick in more ways than one. 

“You make me…” Ice was speaking, interrupting his thoughts. “You piss me off, Mitchell. You and your goddamn rebel spirit.”

“Gee, thanks,” Pete muttered. It was good to know he was still Ice.

“I’ve always had a thing for bad boys,” Ice’s voice was sly. “Just ask Slider.”

Maverick barked out a laugh and bumped his shoulder into Ice. The other pilot tangled their fingers together, holding tight. 

It seemed the best he was going to get out of the stoic Iceman, the closest he was going to get to a real confession. Pete glanced up at him, wanting to see Tom’s eyes because they never really lied to him. 

Soft lips pressed to his once more and Maverick’s brain went blank. This was far more of a kiss than the two he had stolen before. He could taste the sweat and tears. He could smell Tom’s scent and a hint of hair gel. Then Tom was leaning into him, over him, and Pete stopped thinking all together. 

Pete clutched at him, securing them together before Tom could wise-up and leave. It only brought them closer still. Heat burned through Maverick and senses he thought long-dead roared to life. He felt like he was flying again. Tom made a small noise of want, pushing it straight into Pete’s mouth, and then released him. 

He heaved in air, revelling in this new feeling of breathlessness. Ice was watching him, eyes overbright and still tracing Mav’s lips every few moments. Mav leaned up and stole another kiss, still holding tight to Ice’s flight suit. 

“I guess you can be my husband,” he muttered, unable to draw away for long before he needed another kiss. 

“Bullshit.” Ice chuckled. “You can be mine.”

“That’s not funny, Kazansky,” Mav said, no real heat to his tone. 

“It’s pretty funny,” Ice mumbled, too busy kissing at Maverick’s jaw. 

Whatever Maverick was about to say died in his chest as Tom latched on to the sensitive skin beneath his ear and gave a gentle suck. Mav made a strange mewling noise before cursing. Ice laughed softly, evilly, right into Mav’s ear. 

With another muttered curse, Pete turned and threw a leg over Ice’s hips, straddling him right there on the floor of the paraloft. He was rewarded with a shocked expression before Tom leaned up eagerly and kissed at his lips once more. Mav delved his hands into Ice’s hair and gripped one shoulder, it was broad and strong. Another fuzzy drunk memory surfaced but he was too busy living the real thing to pay much attention.

“Ice,” Pete said through kisses after a while. 

“Tom,” the other man corrected.

“Tom,” Pete pulled back but kept his hands linked behind Tom’s neck, one in the hair at the nape of his neck. “I was being serious. About being your husband.”

An amused glint flashed through Tom’s eyes as he looked up at Pete. His hands were planted on one of Mav’s hips, the other on his ass. 

“Why on Earth would you want to be married to me?” Tom asked, frowning a little. Pete kissed at the small wrinkle without thinking. 

“You…” Pete sighed and sat back a little more. “You make me a better person. And you really do make me laugh. Now that I can read you.”

Tom’s face went slack, all hint of persona and facade long gone. He gave a sad smile and a sigh. 

“I’m a cold-hearted bastard, Mitchell,” he said quietly. “I don’t tolerate anything less that perfect, especially not in myself.” 

Pete quirked his eyebrows, already well aware of these traits. 

“I don’t get drunk married,” Ice said, frowning harder now.

Maverick opened his mouth to point out that they literally had done just that, but Ice wasn’t finished. 

“But I married you. I remember how light it made me feel. Ok, so it might have been all the vodka,” Ice smirked and Pete laughed. “But again, today, when we buzzed the tower… It feels easier around you.”

The fluttering embarrassment and glee in Mav’s stomach threatened to overwhelm him. He clutched onto Ice’s shoulders harder, trying to remind himself it was real. 

“Good,” Pete said, leaning in and kissing Tom slowly, gently this time. “You deserve to feel easier. And you aren’t cold-hearted.”

Tom snorted. His arms wrapped Pete’s body and held him tight. 

“Let’s try?” Pete whispered. “I vow to always make you laugh, Tom Kazansky.” 

Tom snorted again and looked up into Pete’s eyes once more. “Was that your vow?”

“Mm-hmm,” Pete grinned, not even a little ashamed. “Your turn.”

“I vow to keep you from killing yourself or anyone else with your unsafe flying,” Tom said, eyes dancing. 

Pete threw his head back and laughed. After a beat Tom joined in. He smacked Tom’s shoulder but kept laughing anyway. The shaking joy was enough to make him feel whole and complete for the first time since Goose left him. Or earlier still.

“Unacceptable,” Pete said though the last of his giggles. “No, I don’t accept. Try again.”

Tom chuckled, pulling Pete close once more until he could whisper.

“I vow to always be here, Pete Mitchell,” he whispered, cheeks flaring pink. “I wont leave unless you tell me to go.”

The last piece of his fractured heart slipped back into place. Pete gave a shuddery breath and pressed their foreheads together. 

“Good,” he whispered back. “I do.”

Tom ruined the moment with another snort of laughter before pressing a slow kiss to Pete’s lips. 

“I do too.” 

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Hey congrats on 900 followers! Would I be able to request the touch starved prompt from your list with the pairing Aiden/Lambert please? Love all your writing!

Hello!! Thanks for requesting this prompt and this pairing! I’ve been on a right Lambden kick recently, so I felt inspired. I hope you like it! 

Prompt 13: Touch-Starved

Pairing: Aiden x Lambert

Warnings: None

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Lambert was apprehensive about many things concerning Aiden when the two started travelling together. Being stabbed to death in his sleep comes to mind, or having Aiden go all batshit crazy if Lambert dared to beat him at Gwent. Lambert has heard many rumours about Cat witchers in his long life. Cats are batshit crazy. Cats are emotionally volatile. Cats are backstabbing sons of bitches… literally and metaphorically. Cats are bad. Cats are evil, etc, etc. All these rumours circulated in Kaer Morhen long before Lambert even set foot in that ramshackle castle. He was too young to have witnessed the Tournament, but he heard the older witchers talk. Later in his life, when only a handful of wolf witchers were left after the sacking, Eskel gave Lambert a more detailed account of the Tournament.

“The Cats betrayed us, went on a rampage. Killed many wolf witchers in the process. Geralt and I lost many friends that day,” Eskel told him one evening, when the oldest surviving wolf was too far in his cup to notice that he was oversharing. “Radowit’s court mage Astrogarus promised the Cats monopoly on killing monsters within Kaedwen in exchange for attacking the Wolves during the tournament. Turns out Radowit was a backstabbing motherfucker himself. He ordered his soldiers to shoot all of the remaining witchers of both schools in the arena.”

“Lemme guess,” Lambert spoke, his own speech slightly slurred, “pretty boy saved the day?” 

Eskel shook his head. “Fled. Mousesack helped him escape the massacre. Poor bastard never forgave himself for abandonin’ our brothers, but what choice did he have?”

Don’t get Lambert wrong. He’s not saying that Aiden is harmless, far from it. The guy’s lethal with his swords, deadly with a pair of daggers, not to mention a stealthy and clever thief. Aiden is mercurial, hot-tempered and a bit feral when he wants to be, and his morals are at best dubious. Whereas wolf witchers had their emotions beaten out of them at a young age, cat witchers feel too much, too strongly. Lambert’s witnessed Aiden flip tables when peasants beat him at Gwent, but he’s also witnessed the Cat shed a tear after bringing the news to a mother that her son did not survive the ghoul attack two villages down the road. 

Lambert was apprehensive about many things concerning Aiden when the two started travelling together, but the Cat had never ceased to surprise him. The most unexpected trait Aiden has displayed to date is his insatiable need for physical contact. It’s not like Lambert hates being touched - he’s only human, albeit a mutated one, but still human. He enjoys a hug as much as the next person, especially when said hug comes from one of his brothers (or, dare he say, Vesemir) at the end of a long and difficult year on the Path. Lambert has also never begrudged a bed partner a post-coital cuddle session. Aiden’s need for physical contact is… on a whole different level. 

The first time it happened, Lambert almost shoved the Cat off him and sent him packing, until he realised that Aiden was not only hugging him, but clinging onto him. His sharp nails were digging in the soft material of Lambert’s shirt, the fabric creaking in protest under the firm grip. When Lambert looked down, he noticed the pinched eyebrows and tears trailing down Aiden’s face. It wasn’t until a broken sob pushed past the Cat’s lips that Lambert reluctantly returned the embrace, arms wound tightly around Aiden’s trembling body. Aiden eventually settled in the safety of Lambert’s arms, his features softening as he sank back into a peaceful slumber. 

Neither mentioned the previous evening’s impromptu cuddling session, but from that moment one, it was like someone had flicked a switch. Aiden came up with every possible fucking excuse to touch Lambert. Their hands would always accidentally graze each other when they packed up camp, or tacked up the horses. Aiden would bump shoulders with him when they were travelling on foot. If they sat next to one another in a tavern, Aiden would press his leg against Lambert’s, and if they were facing each other, a tentative foot would gently nudge Lambert’s shin and linger there. It’s not like Aiden was trying to hide his intentions, either. They rarely paid for two rooms anymore, because even if they did, Aiden would always end up in Lambert’s bed anyway, arms wound around Lambert’s body like a koala clinging to its mother.

Lambert doesn’t hate Aiden’s need for physical proximity, he’s just… confused by it. Aiden rarely takes any lovers to bed, even though he clearly craves physical intimacy. Lambert is more than happy to cuddle with Aiden, especially when they are forced to sleep under the stars and the early autumn frosts begin to settle over the region. It saves them from lighting a campfire, which may attract the wrong kind of attention to them. That’s all that’s ever transpired between the two, though… cuddling. Lambert enjoys the cuddling as much as Aiden does, but for Aiden it seems to be about more than mere enjoyment. The Cat simply refuses to go without physical intimacy which at times can be… alright, it can feel overbearing, but Lambert’s not about to complain, not when most humans turn away from him in disgust and contempt when he tries to chat them up. 

Over the course of the next few weeks, Aiden almost develops a form of separation anxiety. He refuses to let Lambert out of his sight, going so far as to follow the man everywhere, and that’s the moment when Lambert snaps. 

“Don’t you have somewhere to be?” he asks, his tone hiding none of the irritation he feels at being tailed by this overgrown tomcat. Aiden stops dead in his tracks, his eyes growing wide at Lambert’s words. 

“Huh?” 

“You’ve been following me since this morning… I have errands to run and it’s hard to do that when you’re breathing down my neck!”

Lambert instantly regrets his words the minute they leave his mouth. Aiden’s shoulders visibly sag at Lambert’s comment, his content expression melting into something sadder and the sight tugs at the wolf’s heartstrings in all the wrong ways. Aiden averts Lambert’s eyes shyly, the tip of his ears turning a pretty shade of pink as embarrassment washes over him. Lambert heaves a sigh. Way to act like a fucking dick. 

“Sorry, Aiden. I… I didn’t mean to sound like an ass, but-”

“It’s alright, I… I knew this moment would come eventually.”

“What are you talking about?” Lambert asks, a confused frown etched on his face. Aiden doesn’t look at him when he replies in a voice far too small to belong to the lethal, cocky witcher Lambert has come to know over the past few months. 

“You’re gonna ask me to leave for good. I get it. I… I’ll go back to the room and pack my things.” 

As Aiden turns around to leave, Lambert’s hand shoots out and grabs a hold of Aiden’s wrist. Before Lambert’s brain has a chance to catch up, he finds himself pulling Aiden into a nearby alley, away from prying eyes of judgemental humans meandering the stalls of the midweek market. Aiden looks so unsure now, so vulnerable like this, and it makes Lambert want to wrap the Cat up in warm blankets and cuddle him and forget the world for a while. Instead, he settles on pressing Aiden’s back against the wall and draping himself around the Cat witcher as much as he can. 

“That’s not what I meant,” Lambert breathes in the air pocket between them as he locks eyes with Aiden, “you’ve just been… especially clingy recently. Are you sure you’re alright?”

Aiden averts his eyes once again, but Lambert is quick to grip the other man’s chin and force Aiden to meet his gaze. Even that simple touch pulls a small hiss from Aiden, whose eyes flutter shut as he relishes in the feeling of Lambert touching him anywhere. Lambert purses his lips, eager for an answer. 

“Aiden-”

“Winter is around the corner,” Aiden whispers, his tongue darting out to lick his suddenly dry lips. Lambert’s frown deepens. 

“And?”

His question is met with a pointed eye roll from Aiden. 

“And… wolves return to their dens for winter, don’t they? I was just… enjoying the last few weeks in your company before you leave and never come back.”

As the final piece of the puzzle slots into place, understanding dawns on Lambert. He pulls away from Aiden and the small whimper the loss of contact triggers does not go unnoticed. Something old and fragile aches in Lambert’s chest as the meaning of Aiden’s words sink in. Aiden isn’t just worried about being separated from Lambert for a few months, but he’s worried that Lambert will never come back.The wolf links his fingers with his Cat’s, squeezing softly as he leans into Aiden’s space and rubs his bearded cheek against Aiden’s jawline. The latter quickly melts under the soft ministrations, the soft content rumble deepening into a continuous purr as Lambert nuzzles the crook of Aiden’s neck. 

“Why didn’t you say something sooner?” 

“Yeah, right,” Aiden snorts in response, “cause you’re so good with feelings and shit.”

“Not everyone’s a sappy sentimental bitch like you are,” Lambert teases gently, earning himself a half-hearted slap up the back of the head. “I don’t have to go back to Kaer Morhen this winter.”

Aiden tenses, his soft purring stopping abruptly as he takes in Lambert’s words. Lambert continues to rub his cheek against Aiden’s jaw, his neck, his cheek… wherever he can reach, the action meant to soothe the brewing storm in Aiden’s mind.

“It’s your home,” Aiden offers weakly, “I don’t want… I… it’s your home.” 

“I can send a letter to the old man. Let him know I’m alive. We could find a den somewhere else… an attic somewhere, or an abandoned castle.” Lambert nuzzles the spot right behind Aiden’s ear, earning a pleased hum from the Cat. “Or you could come with me.”

“Sure. Cause that’s gonna end well…” 

“That’s settled then. I’m spending winter with you.”

Aiden pushes Lambert away, their eyes meeting once again but this time, Aiden searches for any trace of a lie in Lambert’s amber gaze. He finds none, because Lambert is one hundred percent honest in his offer. He would ditch Vesemir, Geralt and Eskel for a year to spend it with Aiden… and the thought should scare him more than it does, truthfully. He’s only known the Cat for a few months, and yet… well, maybe Lambert was dreading the winter as well. How about that? It’s not like he felt equally anxious about leaving Aiden, it’s just… fuck off. 

“You mean that?” 

“Mhm. Fair warning… I hate the cold. If I’m spending the winter with you, you’ll have to find a way to keep me warm or I will bite your head off.” 

In Aiden’s defence, he does keep Lambert warm all winter long. Their cuddling finally turns into something more, and from the moment Lambert and Aiden cross that fateful line there is no going back. Aiden becomes insatiable, always seeking Lambert’s body in some shape or form, never letting the wolf out of his sight again.  Lambert may have been apprehensive about many things concerning Aiden when the two started travelling together, but it turns out that all his worries were for nothing. Turns out Cat witchers are still crazy, and feral, and mercurial… a tad possessive as well, something Lambert doesn’t hate... but they’re also the cuddliest sons of bitches on the Continent. 

Lambert can live with that, he thinks. 

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[droopycoquette]

I Promise || Kai x Reader x Taemin

Summary: You get fired and your hybrid boyfriends don't realize how much your mental health has deteriorated

Warnings: octopus!hybrid!Taemin, wolf!hybrid!kai, fluff, slight angst, poly relationship, your boss is a dick, sexual assault, gore, yandere!kai, yandere!Taemin

Word count: 2465 words

A/n: The lack of Taemin ffs is appalling to me

|*|

You sat in your car as you cried. Tears continued to stream down your face as reality hit you. You were jobless and you could still feel your boss's grubby hands on you.

Two Hours Ago

"Y/n, I can tell you love this job," your boss commented.

"Yes sir, I do. Everyone is so nice and the clients are amazing," you answered.

"I'm glad," he smiled as he got up from his seat.

You felt yourself stiffen but you held your position in front of his desk. He made his way to the front of his desk and leaned against it, he stared at you for a little bit and you could feel yourself growing more uncomfortable by the second.

"Sir," you questioned.

He continued to move towards you and you stayed glued to your spot, not knowing what to do.

"Y/n, I like you very much. How much do you want this job though," he asked as he circled you.

Your eyes stayed fixed to the wall opposite to you, not wanting to give him any more power than he already had.

"This isn't appropriate," you stated as you moved away from him.

He grabbed your hips and led them to his groin.

"Who cares about appropriate," he smirked.

"I do," you said confidently as you shoved him away from you.

You made a beeline for the door.

"Y/n if you walk out that door you will be fired," he called.

You halted and gritted your teeth. Flashes of your beloved hybrids, Kai and Taemin, flowed through your mind. How would you provide for them if you didn't have a job?

You felt your boss creeping closer to you.

"I knew you would make the right choice," he grinned.

Before he could touch you again you bolted out the door. And just like that, you were out of a job.

Present

"Fuck," you cried.

You had held your tears as you drove but now that you were parked you let the tears flow. How could your boss do this to you? He seemed like such a good person.

After a good 15 minutes, you began to get yourself together. The last thing you wanted was your babies worrying about you. You waited an extra 10 minutes so your eyes could return to their normal color, you also sprayed a perfume that would mask your scent and the scent of your boss. Anything to make it seem like everything was alright.

"Okay," you said before clearing your throat.

You tried your voice a couple of times so it didn't seem like you had been crying.

"Let's do this," you sighed.

You left your box of office stuff in your car as to not arouse suspicion from them. You slowly made your way up the stairs to your apartment and you could feel the energy leaving your body. Every step was a fight and halfway through you seriously thought about just falling asleep on the stairs.

As you entered your apartment you could see Taemin and Kai in a cuddling session. As soon as you entered, Kai frowned when he couldn't smell you. Your scent was just not there.

"Y/n! You're back," Kai exclaimed anyway.

"Come join us, baby," Taemin added.

"I really want to but I'm tired. I'm going to take a shower and then go to bed. You guys can order pizza for dinner," you informed.

"And Tae," you started. Taemin gave his attention to you. "Do not even touch the stove."

"Yeah, the last time you practically burned down the entire complex," Kai laughed.

"Kai, this applies to you too," you sighed as you made your way to your room.

Kai pouted as Taemin cracked up. The sound of their laughter was dulled as you dropped all your stuff onto your bed. With a groan, you undressed and grabbed your stuff for a shower.

|*|

"Do you think something is wrong with Y/n," Kai asked Taemin as he cradled the octopus hybrid.

"I don't think so, why?"

"I don't know, something just feels off," Kai explained.

"She did seem tired. I'm sure with a good night's sleep she'll be fine," Taemin rationalized.

Kai nodded in agreement.

|*|

As you scrubbed away the grime and filth you thought about the coming months. You thought about how long it would take to secure another job and how many transitions were to come. You had to tell your boyfriends eventually but, you didn't know how. Then, there was the assault. You wanted to tell them badly but, again, you didn't know how to. Would they think less of you?

"Fuuuuck," you groaned.

You trudged back to your room with a towel wrapped around your body, you quickly put on some underwear and Kai's shirt before crawling under the covers of your bed. Tears began to fall again.

I thought my tear supply was depleted...guess not

Soon you found yourself drifting away.

|*|

"Kai," Taemin called.

"Wha-,"

"Shhh," Taemin chastised as he gestured him over.

Kai snuck up beside him and glanced at what he was pointing at. You. He immediately knew what Taemin was pointing at; you had tear streaks across your nose symbolizing that you had cried yourself to sleep.

Taemin's heart ached for you. He had played off your pain earlier and completely brushed off Kai's suggestion. Kai didn't feel any better than Taemin, he had sensed something off but ignored it. Both of them had been cuddling while you cried yourself to sleep, all alone, with no support.

"Fuck," Kai muttered under his breath.

"I feel so bad," Tae groaned. "We're the worst."

Any other time, Jongin would have made an argument about how he was better but right now he couldn't help but agree with his partner. They were the worst hybrids in existence and even worse boyfriends.

"How can we make it up to her," Kai asked in a hushed whisper.

"I don't know..."

|*|

You groaned and cracked your neck as you got up. Your eyes were almost glued together with eye boogers you had due to crying.

"Eww," you whined as you rubbed your eyes and got up.

"Babe," Taemin called as he peaked his head into your room.

"Hm," you hummed as you were still focused on un-gluing your eyes.

"How are you feeling," he asked as he came and wrapped his arms around you, placing his head on your yours.

"I'm okay," you answered. "Why?"

Taemin stayed silent but tightened his grip on you when he heard your answer.

Why is she pretending with me...Did I do something wrong, he thought.

"Tae," you called again.

"Yeah, no reason," he responded. "Kai, Y/n's up!"

You heard shuffling before Jongin finally appeared.

"Hey Jagi," he said softly.

You could sense their cautiousness but you didn't understand why.

"Guys, did you do something that I don't know about," you asked suspiciously.

"No, why," Kai answered confused.

"I don't know you both are being strange."

"No, we're not," Taemin gawked.

"Okay," you relented. "I'll start on breakfast."

"Actually," Kai interrupted. "We got breakfast."

Taemin moved as Jongin neared you.

"What are you doi-"

Kai bent down and picked you up, sending you into a state of panic.

"Wha-, what are you doing," you squealed, holding onto his neck.

"Just relax," Taemin giggled kissing your cheek.

Kai rounded the corner and entered the kitchen revealing pancakes, waffles, tea, coffee, with an assortment of cookies and candy.

"What's all this," you squealed, still holding onto Jongin's neck for dear life.

"It's your surprise and our apology," Taemin explained.

Jongin set you down on a clear part of the counter and stepped to the side of you, Taemin placed himself on his other side and the atmosphere became heavier.

"We're so sorry baby," Kai sighed.

"Yeah, whatever you felt, it was our responsibility to lift you up and make you happy again," Tae added.

How did they find out?!

Does that perfume not work

No, I've used it before it works, maybe it was my voice. I know my eyes weren't red so it couldn't have been that. What if they could smell me before I sprayed the stuff?! No, Jongin's good but he's not that good.

"Baby!"

"Yeah, sorry, what is this about?"

"You cried yourself to sleep last night," Taemin exclaimed. "Then had the nerve to lie to me about it. Lie to us! Did we do something to make you not trust us or something?"

"No, no," you exclaimed. "No, that's not it. I just-"

"You just what," Kai asked softly.

"I didn't want you guys to worry about me," you sighed, feeling guilt eat at you.

"So, it's okay to cry yourself to sleep," Taemin countered.

You stayed silent, knowing you were in the wrong.

"Why couldn't I smell you yesterday," Kai questioned a little more forcefully.

"I-," you paused knowing how angry Jongin was about to get. "I sprayed a perfume that gets rid of scents."

"You did what," Kai growled.

"I know I-"

"What happened," Kai interrupted. "Whatever must have happened had to have been bad if you sprayed that."

You dreaded what was about to come out of your mouth.

"I got fired," you sighed, stalling.

"What aren't you telling us," Taemin questioned.

"I-My boss-I," you stuttered before taking a deep breath. "My boss, he uh-"

"What did he do," Taemin growled.

Their grips on your thigh were tightening quickly. Tae's tentacles were beginning to reveal themselves and wrapped around your waist.

"He touched you didn't he? That's why you sprayed that shit on yourself," Kai snarled.

He began to rub himself onto you, not liking the idea of your boss's hands on you. Taemin's tentacle's tightened.

"Tae I can't breathe," you gasped.

"You were going to go on and not tell us," Taemin sneered, his tentacles unfurling.

"I was going to tell you, I promise. I just needed to process," you explained.

Kai and Taemin relaxed and realized that you were right. Kai continued to rub his cheek into your neck and Taemin's tentacles stayed around your waist and you had no doubt in your mind that you would find suction marks there later.

"We're so sorry that you had to go through that," Taemin sighed as he nuzzled into the other side of your neck.

"I'm gonna kill him," Kai growled.

Taemin smirked into your neck.

"No," you stated firmly.

Taemin's tentacles lifted you up and sat you on the floor.

"No matter how many times you do that, it will always freak me out. Warn me next time," you demanded.

"Yes ma'am," Taemin giggled.

"Now, donuts," you drooled as you skipped over to the table.

"Y/n."

You turned and faced Kai.

"Promise us that when something makes you feel bad or when someone hurts you, you'll come to us instead of hiding it," Kai demanded.

Taemin nodded and faced you.

"I promise."

"Good," Taemin smiled.

"I'm sorry for betraying your trust," you said as you looked down and fidgeted with the hem of Kai's shirt.

"We forgive you, just don't do it again," Kai demanded.

You nodded and walked towards Kai and Taemin to pull them into your embrace.

"I love you two," you sighed in contentment.

"I love you," they both responded kissing your head.

You kissed Taemin before moving to kiss Kai who lifted you up as your lips connected.

"Mr. Extra," Taemin muttered as he sat at the table.

"I think you need a kiss from me too," Kai smirked making his way towards Taemin.

"No," Taemin said stubbornly.

Jongin bent down to pick Taemin up.

"Kiss me," Jongin demanded.

"Okay okay," Taemin laughed before kissing him lightly.

You giggled as you watched them, falling into a state of contentment that you hadn't felt in a long time. You moved to the couch with a plate of waffles and whip cream and were followed closely by the two hybrids.

"Don't leave us," Taemin whined.

"I'm right here."

"Yes you are," Kai stated as he laid across both you and Taemin.

"And you're not going anywhere," Taemin added.

"Nope."

|*|

Blood splattered across the cement like paint and teeth hit the ground sounding as if a child had just spilled beads.

"Please, what do you want? Money," the man cried.

"Look at him Jongin. This is the man that touched our baby," Taemin laughed.

"Pathetic. Little. Bitch," Kai growled, kicking the man with each word.

Anger welled up in both of them as they watched the man trying to crawl away.

Taemin lifted the man's head by his hair, tilted his head as if he was interested then slammed his head down onto the pavement. Your boss's nose was broken on impact, the sound echoed through the abandoned warehouse.

"How many women have you touched like that and gotten away with it," Taemin asked, disgusted with the "man" before him.

Before the man could answer a crunch could be heard as Taemin bashed his head in once more. Blood glistened on your boss's forehead and oozed from his shattered nose. Drops hit the floor in deafening pitter-patters, bringing a smile to Jongin's face.

"I'm going to make sure that you never set eyes on Y/n again," Taemin sneered. "In fact, you won't leave this building alive."

"Hyung, leave some for me," Kai smiled.

"Of course, jagi," Taemin smirked. "Get up you cunt."

The man stumbled and stood as per Taemin's demand, clutching his abdomen and coughing blood but standing nonetheless.

"Run."

"W-what?"

"I said run," yelled Kai.

"I can't," your boss wheezed as he crumbled, his bruised legs and broken ribs finally taking a toll.

"Kai, we have to finish this up. Y/n will be wondering where we are," Taemin instructed.

"Fine," Kai muttered.

Kai stalked over to your boss and as he did, his nails grew making Taemin shake in anticipation.

"I wish I could drag this out, but our baby is at home and we can't leave her alone for long, unprotected from people like you," Kai growled.

"Please, don't I won't do it again," your boss begged.

"Oh shut up," Kai groaned.

His claws glided through the man's skin creating four jagged slits on his neck that gushed rivers of blood.

"You did such a good job baby," Taemin giggled, kissing the wolf hybrid and enveloping him in his tentacles.

"Thanks," Kai blushed as he kissed the octopus hybrid back. "Do you think that Y/n will be happy with us?"

"I think it's best if we don't tell her. It wouldn't be good if she felt guilty and having it weighing on her, lets keep this to ourselves."

"You're right," Kai sighed.

"I know," Taemin squealed as he slapped Kai's ass.

"You know what, Hyung," Kai started as he ran after Tae not caring about the body that they left behind.

After all, he touched what was theirs, why should they care?

|*|

A/N: Please leave me feedback <3

[lexiasmind]

Obsession.

PAIRING.

Dark!Steve Rogers x Reader.

SUMMARY.

Request by @gothamlovr91​

Can you do a Dark Steve Rogers breeding kink with possessive side plz? Preferably with him hunting reader down. Since she had fled from him! ☺

A/N.

DARK AU.

Dark. ANGST. SMUT (sexual content +18, non-con, mentions of rape, breeding kink) Swearing.

Here’s my story (edited 04/04/21) made for the request by the lovely @gothamlovr91​. Don’t hesitate to leave a comment, your thoughts or feedback. I hope you will all like it and thank you for reading.

A lots of Love! Lex.xx

Stay Safe and Take Care of Yourself!

WORDS.2866ish.

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" Come on pet, come out! " The Soldier yelled before chuckling under his breath. He drifted his eyes on the darkroom, his sight sharp and quick with the attempt to notice anything amiss." I know I will find you in the end, so why do you put a fight with me? Just gave up, Y/N. " He continued to shout through the room, walking slowly above the wreckage.

Sharp, broken glasses and pieces of the ceiling crushed under his boots, a faint smoke still heavy in the air. Steve Rogers moved behind the couch, his motions quiet and steady but his breath was ragged as he had quickly climbed the stairs of the Tower to meet you up here. He didn't want anything to escalate up so fast. He didn't want to set the bomb inside the Avengers' home but in his mind, you haven’t left him any choices. Nothing but to let his dark and possessive behavior being set loose. Sirens could be heard coming this way from below. Shades of blue and red faintly glowing inside the dark streets of New York City. The blond man turned on his heels eyeing the kitchen from where he stood, as he heard the faint noise of utensils moving then stopped. He smiled like a wolf finally catching his prey and started to walk toward the bright space, the faint cold wind coming from the broken windows bristled through his ripped and dirty gear behind his back.

" You know, the more you stay hidden, the more your punishment will be harsh. " Steve cried, making his steps quieter on the uneven ground. " If only you had followed my rules. I would have never done that, pet. " He added, his voice full of deception but also a once of anger.

He skirted the counter his eyes stopping on one of the cupboards under the sink. His smile grew wider as he took quieter steps toward it. Avoiding pieces of glasses on the ground.

" The next time you will spend the entire evening with another man than me, thinking of breaking up and leaving me after receiving your punishment, you will think twice about it. " Steve mumbled under his breath as his eyes never left the small door slightly ajar and covered with smoke and blood.

Fast, he took it inside his hand and opened it looking inside. But it was empty of your frame, only pots, and pans inside the small dark space. He let a loud growl escape his lips, slapping the door hard, breaking it in two by his force. Steve turned his face as he saw from the corner of his eyes shadows quickly passed behind his back.

" I will not let you run away from me. Even if it's the last thing I do. " He barked following the movement of your frame inside the large living room.

You were already inside the elevator, your finger pressing repeatedly against the button when his dark blue eyes caught you red-handed; leaving. Again. Thanks to the super serum flowing inside his veins, Steve held the door's lift who was about to close, shoving them to stand on the threshold of the engine. You backed away, scared, hurt, tears drenching your wounded cheeks as you watched your boyfriend struggling against the machine.

" Get out from this, Y/N. Now! " He cried out at you, his face wincing as he held unto the doors. His blue eyes were completely dilated, watching you pushing your back in one of the corners of the space. " N-No…" You murmured watching him frightened by his strength but also his will and determination.

You heard the wires cracking against his strength above your head, the lights, and control panel going dark.

" I will fuck you so hard for this, baby. You have no idea. " The Soldier growled while his hand was still gripping the metal doors and pushing them inside the holes. " You're gonna regret this. "

You closed your eyes, pressing your back even more inside the corner of the elevator, afraid of him and the events that had led to this. Destroying, Stark's skyscraper and killing the other Avengers in the process because of Steve's selfishness.

°°°

yesterday night;

" What were you doing? " Your boyfriend hissed under his breath gripping your arm inside a warm but tight hold between his hand. " Nothing. " You frowned being pushed backward, wincing feeling his hold on you. " I was just talking to Pietro, that's all. " You shrugged your shoulders, trying to pry on his grasp on you. " Steve you're hurting me. " You pleaded, raising your eyes to look at him.

Flaring his nose, and his face a little bit red from anger, he didn't reply. You scolded him, shaking your head as the noise from the party downstairs kept coming inside your dark bedroom.

" Jealous? Again? " You tried in disbelief, arching an eyebrow while you felt your feet moving back toward the bed, the super-soldier pushing you to it. " You promised to try and not do that again. You know I'm with you." You continued to explain trying to calm him down with a reassuring voice.

But it was of no use as you see his blue eyes darkened on you. On your body. You swallowed your nervousness and try to free your arm from his grip but he didn't bulge. Standing in front of you, the bed behind your legs, you put your palm on his chest trying to push him dreading what he had in mind for you.

" You're mine. " He mumbled in a groan, leaning his head against yours. "You're mine and I don't want you to talk to any male except me." The Soldier ordered you, his voice firm, his head hovering yours, menacing. "W-What are talking about, Steve. This is stupid. " You shook your head, fright growing inside your stomach. You tried to push him again but he wouldn't move. " S-Steve, please. You scare me. " You murmured dropping your sight on his chest. " Good. " He breathed out, enlacing you with one arm placing his hand on the small of your back. " Now you know I'm serious. I don't want you to talk to any man ever again. " The blond man repeated pushing his head against yours, his lips brushing your nose. "This, " Steve grabbed your ass roughly between his fingers, pressing your hips against him. " Is mine. "

You bit your lower lip between your teeth, feeling his hand sliding on the hem of your dress, raising the fabric upon your body, and drifting his hand between your legs. You winced feeling his finger digging between your thighs through your underwear, raising your eyes toward him, you tried to beg with your eyes. You didn't want this, especially when he was like this. Angry.

" Steve, please no. " You whispered pressing your chest against him. " I don't want to. " Tears started to gather inside your eyes, blurring your vision. " Of course you do. " He put a gentle kiss on your mouth, his fingers drifted under your panties reaching your folds, then your clit. " You're so wet for me and my cock. " His lips brushed your own while he started to circle your little bundle of nerves making you winced with pleasure but also shame and fright. " This is my little pussy."

You pressed your head against his chest, closing your eyes hard as you felt him rubbing you, preparing you for him. You tried as hard as you could hold on your tears, not wanting to be weaker than he made you be.

" I'm gonna fuck you so hard, pet. So hard and fuck a child inside you. " He whispered leaning his head inside the crook of your neck, biting your earlobe. "I want to see your belly swelled with my baby. Marking my territory inside of your pussy." He continued to murmur pushing a long finger inside your wet walls. "This is mine. " Steve grunted pumping you slowly while his thumb kept stroking your clit.

You moaned against your will, your face hid against his chest. Your body started to shook from dread? Desire? You weren’t sure. But all you knew was you didn't want to. Not now.

" Steve, no. Please. " You murmured against his body, feeling his hip grinding against you, his hard dick hitting your lower stomach. " I-I will do anything you want, just let me go. " You declared to him your voice just a whisper. " I know. " The super soldier replied removing his hand from your soaked pussy in a sharp movement, with his other hand he pushed you on the bed, your frame bouncing on the soft mattress. " But I want to see you pregnant, my pet. " He breathed ou his hands on his trouser. “ I want you to grow with my seed inside of you. “

Steve started to unzip his pants, pushing the waistline around his hips. He stroked his cock with his fingers drench with your wetness. Your dress up on around your stomach, your boyfriend was eyeing your figure hungrily, his hand rubbing his long and hard shaft. You closed your eyes feeling him lied down on your body, with one swift move he ripped your underwear and shoved his throbbing cock deep inside you.

" Oh God, you feel so good around me. " Steve growled, clenching his teeth thrusting fast inside your pussy increasing his pace quickly. " I'm gonna fill you so good. " He moaned, licking your mouth before shoving his tongue between your lips.

One hand around your cheek and his other on your hip holding you down on the bed, the movement of his tongue imitated the movement of his cock pumping you and taking everything in his wake. The tip of his dick hitting the soft spot inside your pussy making your toes curled in your heels, while tears start to freely run down on your cheeks. Breathless, Steve let his face down against your throat panting hard as he pressed kisses on your skin. Grasping his biceps, you let your body moved with him, praying it would be soon over. Small whimpers escaping your mouth here and there.

" You’re so wet, pet and s'tight. " Steve growled stroking the soft skin of your thigh

He moaned deeply thrusting faster inside your pussy sliding his fingers on your clit rubbing you fast. You let your tears drenching your face and pushed your head against the mattress behind you.

" Steve, please…" You sobbed trying for one last time, pushing him feebly. " P-Please, I understood I won't talk to anyone ever. " You murmured closing your eyes, sniffing loudly but the tears still fell on your skin. You bit your lower lips avoiding moaning as he rolled his hips against you. " No, I'm enjoying myself too much. " The Soldier moaned bracing one arm next to your head hovering your trembling body. Steve licked every salty pearl on your cheeks. " I'm gonna paint your pussy with my come making you a mommy, pet. " He murmured increasing his pace of his thrust and stroke of his hand on your button of nerves.

You closed your eyes harder, feeling your orgasm growing inside your lower stomach, you grimaced sliding your head on the mattress trying to escape his kisses but Steve Rogers will have none of it. His cock hitting your sweet spot again, again and again, your climax took hold of your frame making you arched your back, crying even more as you felt your core shattered in pieces horribly. Blissfully.

" Yeah that's right hold on my cock baby, take everything. " Steve grunted between his teeth, putting his forehead against yours. Sweat coating your bodies under the clothes, his breath was ragged.

His thrust started to become sloppier as he felt you tighten your grasp on his dick. The super soldier came, emptying his hard and throbbing cock inside your wet fold, moaning your name low, echoing inside the darkroom. His hips jerked against yours and spams took hold of his body.

" Oh, God. You're killing me, pet. " The blond man shivered, putting his body above yours and bracing his hand on each side of your head to not crush you with his weight. " Push my come inside your pussy, baby. Don't let any of it drop on our bed. " He commanded you kissing your tears away once again. Exhausted, heartbroken, and confused you let your hand dropped between bodies, stoking the base of his semi-hard dick in the process.

" That's it, my girl, being good to me. " Steve mumbled kissing your lips, his hands drifting on your lower stomach under your wrinkling dress, stroking the skin. " My baby girl will be soon with a child, showing everyone who you belong to. " He murmured brushing your mouth with his own before pressing another kiss on you.

You sobbed quietly, pressing your shaking hand against your pussy while Steve kissed you deeply his hand caressing you gently. You were a sobbing mess whose only thoughts were drifting toward the idea of leaving him. This...Monster. If only you had known.

°°°

present;

" Get out of here, Y/N! " Your boyfriend growled holding the elevator's doors, his face dirty but even in the dim light, you could see his dark eyes look out at you with rage. " Now! " " Why did you do this? " You murmured enlacing yourself, shaking your head. " How did you know- " " That you were leaving me? " He arched an eyebrow, pressing down the doors. Holding on a chuckle.

You dropped your sight on the ground, your eyes finding a piece of sharp glass at your feet. It was now or never.

" C'mon pet I'm your man and I- "

You didn't wait for him to finish his sentences and quickly took the sharp glass and plunged it on his arm. Steve taken back groaned, his eyes wide open, the wound fresh and throbbing made him back away from the threshold of the elevator. You pushed the buttons on the panel and sighed in relief when you saw the doors of the lift closing in front of your growling boyfriend his eyes dark with rage, holding on to his injury, blood soaking his pale fingers. You let your back fall against one of the corners of the space, trying to calm your breathing and think of a plan. Steve had blown the entire building, killing and injuring, people in the process for you to not leave him, he was insane. And you knew that you had to escape that before it was too late. Before he destroyed your last piece of will you were griping on it with the strength you had left. Before giving in. The doors opened with a faint noise announcing you reaching the lobby. Everything was a blur, the sirens light shadowing the wreckage, people screaming, ordering everyone to get out before everything collapse. People in uniforms; firemen, policemen even the army were there, but you didn't take the time to acknowledge anyone of them as you started to run. Running away from the building who will eventually fall, burying everyone who was still inside. Runaway from a hell.

°°°

"… We don't have more information if there are more survivors of the huge collapse of the Avenger's Tower two days ago, the authority called everyone to stay calm as they continued to look for the corpses, dead or alive of the people working that night in…"

You angrily glare at the TV, ignoring the journalist's through the screen. You put your groceries on the counter adjusting the cap on your head and avoiding looking directly at the man behind the register. It's been two all days that you were on the run, escaping your past. You pushed a huge bill on the counter and without waiting for your change turned your back, holding firmly your bag inside your hands. Pushing the door of the shop with your hips, the light wind brushing on your face, clouds on the sky, you made your way toward your car. Everything went still for a moment. Something was wrong. And then you felt it.   The tip of something on the lower of your back making you froze your steps and almost dropping your bags on the ground.

" Scream and you're dead. Understood? " The deep voice of Captain America warned you behind your back, pushing the firearm against you. He pressed his chest on your figure. " Now move toward the car and let's finally finish what we started. " He announced to you, putting a quick peck on your cheek from behind before following you.

You swallowed hard, regret and shock taking hold of your body as you made your way slowly, thinking at different scenarios for you to be free of him.

" You really thought I will abandon you? " Steve mused under his breath opening the car's front door, helping you put the bags on the front seat. "A building collapsing, the feds and government asking questions, would put us apart."

He was wearing a cap like you, his civil clothes making him almost normal but you could see the strain of the arm you injured as you he loaded the last bag inside the car. Nothing on his face was betraying the fight you had two days ago. Not a scratch, nor a scar. His blue eyes caught your afraid ones as he turned around to look at you. Determination and anger that's what motivate him, not love. There wasn't any love left for him. Only ownership.

" Now get on the back seat and stripped of your clothes, pet. " He motioned with a jerk of his head, his jaw tight and set. " Time for your punishment. "

His sight was cold of any comfort or affection; only raw desire.

°°°

[angelicyoongie]

Out of the Woods (II)

— pairing: wolf hybrid namjoon x human f!reader — genre: fluff, angst, slight smut — word count: 5.5K — warnings: injury, blood, mentions of past abuse — summary: Promising Jihyo that you were going to stay away from your writing for one weekend had been easy in theory, but much harder to actually do once you reached the little cabin the woods. To make matters worse, the only thing that rivals your inability to keep promises is your terrible luck – and after a particularly bad choice leads you to get lost in the mountains, you suppose that it's only karma that you end up face to face with a wolf that looks ready to rip your throat out.

Part I / II / III

You stare at the hand wrapped tightly around yours as the wolf hybrid leads you down the rest of the slope. You can still feel the imprint of his chest against your back, the lingering heat from his body still wrapped around yours. The ghost of his raspy, smooth voice brushing over your ear, his words branded into your chest.

Please don’t leave me.

You wince with each step, the dull pain in your ankle growing harder to ignore. You can see the muscles in his golden arms tense as your step falters, the wolf hybrid’s grip tightening before you can stumble down the last stretch of the incline. He’s keeping your hand almost at height with his shoulders, making it easier for you to borrow some support as you hobble forward.

You keep yourself focused on his hand, on how his long and slender fingers are enveloping yours. They’re a little rough against your skin, but they’re still pretty. Your cheeks are flushed red as you limp forward, but you blame that on the near death experience you just had – and certainly not on the hybrid’s thumb absentmindedly running over your knuckles every few steps. And it’s definitely not because the man in front of you is completely naked. The close proximity means that the expanse of the hybrid’s broad back fills most of your vision, but you’re not willing to take any chances. His body isn’t there for you to ogle at. So, his hand is a good, safe, place for you eyes to latch on to. The hybrid clearly doesn’t have any qualms about his lack of clothes, and it makes you wonder just how long he’s been out here on his own – how long he’s been alone.

You swallow thickly as the ground underneath your feet begins to flatten out, the strain on your ankle becoming a little less painful. You can probably walk on your own now, but it doesn’t seem like the wolf hybrid has any plans of letting you do that, his fingers wrapping even more firmly around yours as you try to let go of his hand. You see a few faint marks on the inside of his wrist, but the angle his hold your hand makes it too difficult to make anything out. If anything, it’s likely just some scratches from the wilderness. You can’t help but notice that one of his gray ears seem to be permanently turned in your direction, only twitching when you let out little huffs of air.

He hasn’t spoken since he uttered those four words – not since he begged you to stay, and the only thing you could think to do was shakily step out of his embrace and ask him to bring you back down. You can’t stay. You're not quite sure why the realization makes you feel so torn. Sure, the hybrid has taken care of you, but you don’t really know him. Hell, you don’t even know his name. But still, your heart stutters painfully as you remember the desperation in his voice, the subdued whine that escaped his lips as you pulled away. The hybrid had only given you a curt nod in response to your request, his back turned to you and hand outstretched before you could even get a good look on his face.

You sneak a quick peek at his profile as he helps you along the path, your breath getting caught in your throat as you catch a glimpse of his strong jaw and oh no, is that a dimple? The wolf hybrid’s silver ears and messy hair compliments his sunkissed skin beautifully, and there is no doubt in your mind that this man must be stunning. Maybe it’s a good thing you haven’t gotten a good look at his face yet, getting weak in the knees sounds like bad plan when you’re already one foot down. You quickly push the thoughts away, turning your attention back to the forest in front of you. You swear something about it looks a little more familiar than before. You only need to hobble through the forest for another few minutes before you realize why.

The wolf hybrid has lead you straight to the lake you and Jihyo passed two days ago, the exact one you were trying to find when you managed to get lost. The weather might be slightly gloomier today, but it still looks absolutely breathtaking as you draw closer. The tension in your shoulders ease up as you realize just how close you are to the cabin, it probably won’t take much longer than an hour to get back even with your throbbing foot. Which is great, but the release of tension also makes you acutely aware of just how irritated your ankle truly is, and it feels like it might break clean off if you don’t get a break soon.

“Can we, uh, rest for a little while? My foot ..” You trail off uncertainly, watching as the hybrid’s head cocks in your direction. He stops in his tracks, ears swivelling around rapidly as he listens to the forest, his grip still tight around yours. He gives you another nod after a few seconds of silence, steering you carefully over to a fallen log. You close your eyes in relief as you sit down, a groan falling from your lips as you finally get the chance to alleviate the pressure on your ankle.

“Thank you,” You murmur, glancing down at your foot as you try to best position to rest it in. You freeze as you see the wolf hybrid’s bare feet out of the corner of your eye, heat creeping up your neck as you realize the position you’ve put yourself in. You’re at eye-level with his dick. There’s no way to look up at him without seeing it, and that’s not something you want to deal with right now.

“Here," You hastily shrug off your windbreaker, offering it out for the hybrid with a grimace, “you can use it to cover up.” Rough fingers brush over your own as the wolf hybrid grabs your jacket, presumably–hopefully–wrapping it around his waist as you keep your eyes firmly on the ground. You don’t dare lift your gaze until the hybrid sinks down on the log next to you with a huff, your heart nearly leaping out of your chest as you find his eyes already locked onto your face. 

The wolf hybrid is beautiful. Your lips part open in surprise as you take in his face, the slight pout to his lips and the gentleness in his expression leaving you a little breathless. He looks kind. Sweet. You don’t understand how someone like him could be left out here all alone.

“I-I'm sorry,” The wolf hybrid cowers under your stunned gaze, his ears falling flat against his head. “Should I stay .. wolf? You upset,” His voice is hoarse and pained as he stutters out his words, his lips forming awkwardly around the syllables. The intention behind his words hits you like a slap to the face. He thinks you don’t like his human form, and he’s willing to turn back to not make you upset.

“No!” You blurt, “I mean, I’m uh, not upset. If you want to, please stay in your human form. It’s nice to be able to talk to you.” The wolf hybrid doesn’t quite seem to believe you, his ears pressing even flatter against his head as he shakes his head.

“What’s your name?” 

The hybrid's mouth is pressed into a thin line, and for a second you think he might not answer, but then he mutters out a soft, “Namjoon.”

“Namjoon?” You echo, finding you like the way his name rolls off your tongue. The wolf hybrid’s ears perk up at the sound of his name, the bushy tail behind his back doing a startled wag as Namjoon’s eyes find yours. You give him a soft smile, rubbing your hands nervously at your thighs as you finally ask the question that has been burning away at your curiosity for the past few hours.

“Why are you out here all alone?” The muscles in Namjoon's shoulders tense at your question, the warmth in his golden brown eyes hardening into something you can’t quite decipher. The wolf hybrid looks ready to bolt any second, his eyes flickering around the forest as he says, “Ran way .. bad place. No going back.”

You detest that you’re not even surprised, that the mistreatment of hybrids is so common that it has become almost more normal than treating them like actual human beings. The wolf hybrid looks to be your age, maybe even a little older, and it makes your stomach drop to think about just how many years he must’ve spent out here in his animal form for speech to become this hard – for it to become a struggle.

“I’m so sorry Namjoon, it must’ve been hard being all alone up here,” Your fingers twitch against your thigh, resisting the urge to reach out for him.

“Not alone now, have you,” Namjoon’s raspy voice sends a shiver down your spine, the certainty laced with his next word making your heart skip a beat. “Pack.” The wolf hybrid carefully reaches out for your hand, slowly wrapping his fingers around yours as he watches your mind trying to process his words.

You know it normally takes a long time for a hybrid to consider someone, especially humans, to be a part of their pack, so the fact that Namjoon refers to you as his after only a few days leaves you stunned – and a little bit out of your depth. Then again, Namjoon’s situation isn’t exactly normal. Usually hybrids are much more in-tune with both their human and animal side, but from what you can gather, it doesn’t seem like Namjoon has tapped into his humanity in years. It would make sense for his animal instincts to be more dominant, for doubt and hesitation to take a backseat. But still, his pack?

You catch the slight motion as the wolf hybrid’s eyes stray to your neck, the memory hitting you at full force now that you realize the implications behind your actions. In the midst of your panic when you thought Namjoon was going to tear you limb from limb, you had bared you neck. You had submitted. And Namjoon had accepted you. You wince, sucking in a deep breath as unease swirls in your stomach. Even if you weren’t aware of what you were doing at the time, this is still your fault. You really want to fix this whole mess, but you fear that the one thing you can’t do for him, is the only thing the hybrid wants.

“Namjoon,” You hesitate as you feel his tail wag happily against the log, the words feeling heavy on your tongue as you say, “I can’t stay.” A lull falls over the forest as the rhythmic thumping stops, the grip around your hand slackening as the wolf hybrid hangs his head.

He keeps his eyes on the ground as he whispers out a broken, “Don’t go.” You feel your heart ache as you watch him open and close his mouth, the furrow between his brows deepening as he can’t seem to find the words he needs. “Take care of you. Please.” You think it might hurt less if you just let the wolf hybrid rip you to shreds instead, the pained desperation in his voice making you eyes sting.

“I’m sorry,” You mutter, “I need to go home.” The word leaves a bitter taste in your mouth. Home. At the start of your trip you couldn’t wait to return to your apartment, but when you really think about it, have you ever truly considered it home? Sure, you've managed to make it nice and cozy over the last years, but there’s no warmth there, no sense of belonging. Still – you can’t stay here in the mountains.

Namjoon’s ears are pressed flat against his head, his expression turning blank as he withdraws his hand. “Okay,” The wolf hybrid’s jaw is tense as he stares out at the lake, his gaze empty and distant. You ignore the throbbing in your foot as you clamber back up to your feet, taking a few steps forward as you take in the sight of the lake for the last time. The scattered wildflowers don’t seem as charming anymore, and the large body of water suddenly feels more imposing than welcoming. You freeze as Namjoon lets out a low groan, the sound suddenly transforming into a whimper behind your back. You nearly jolt out of your skin as something wet touches your hand, a warm breath spilling across your fingers as you look down. You meet Namjoon’s golden eyes, the wolf letting out a small huff before he nudges your windbreaker closer to your feet. You don’t know why it feels like a defeat that he transformed back, but you can’t shake the hollow feeling in your chest as you thread your fingers into his fur, jacket wrapped around your waist as he leads you back to the cabin.

The wolf’s ears starts to flicker a few minutes before you can pick up Jihyo’s frantic speech in the distance, the dark roof of the cabin coming into view. You’re a little off the trail, the forest much denser around this side of the clearing. Namjoon suddenly halts as he reaches the edge, and you wince from the extra force on your foot as you stumble to catch yourself. The wolf’s tail is tucked between his legs, a pitiful whimper filling the silence as you gently untangle your hand from his fur. You brush it down carefully, already missing the coarse yet soft hairs tickling against your skin as you take a step back.

“Thank you Namjoon,” You swallow around the lump in your throat, forcing your lips into a soft smile as you gaze down at him. The wolf turns his head back to the forest, golden eyes scanning the area before he quickly pushes his head against your hand, guiding your palm over the fur between his ears. Your knees go weak with fondness as you pat his head, the wolf swiping his tongue over the exposed skin of your wrist as you scratch behind his ears. It’s Namjoon that reluctantly pulls away first, his golden eyes soft yet sad as he pushes his snout one last time against your palm. He sits down with a huff, turning his head in the direction of the cabin. The message is clear; he’s not leaving until you are. The goodbye grows and dies in your mouth, your lips refusing to let it slip past as you look down at him. You spare him one last glance, trying to commit as much of him to memory as you can, before you stumble out of the tree line.

It only takes a few steps before you hear Jihyo’s shrill, “Y/n!” and you watch as your friend sprints across the field to meet you. Jihyo knocks into you so hard you nearly topple over, her arms wrapped around your body so tightly you almost fear she’ll squeeze you to death.

“Where were you? What happened? Oh my god, you’re hurt!–” You let Jihyo’s concerned rambling distract you from the empty feeling in your stomach, each step feeling heavier than the last as she helps you walk back to the cabin. You spare one last glance over your shoulder, hoping to maybe see a flash of silver through the trees, but there’s nothing.

Namjoon is gone.

And you’re both alone again.

It was all a rush after you returned. Jihyo had been searching for you night and day, a few of her father’s best employees helping out. The road up to the cabin had been cleared, so instead of having to trek down on your sprained ankle, Jihyo had whisked you away in a car with the destination set for the closest hospital. It took a while before you could collect your thoughts enough to tell her what happened, the words sounding ridiculous even to your own ears as you retold the story.

Jihyo had a deep frown on her face from the hospital to your apartment, uncharacteristically silent as she helped you to your couch. Sinking down on the mountain of plush pillows felt like heaven after sleeping on the ground for two nights, your limbs tired and aching. You really need a shower, but the temptation to rest your foot for an hour is frankly too strong. You watch as Jihyo raids your fridge for drinks and food, the frown not leaving her lips until you’ve stuffed your face with a sandwich.

“Why didn’t you just ask him to come with you?” You nearly choke on a piece of bread at her sudden question, quickly taking a sip of water to chase it down.

“What do you mean?” You croak.

“Well, it’s not like he specifically asked you to stay up in the mountains right? He only asked that you would stay with him. I’m not sure how much I like this, but he did take care of you, and he brought you back safely. If he wanted to hurt you he had many opportunities to do so,” Jihyo purses her lips, her eyes flickering around the room. 

"You seem .. smitten. I can remember the last time you looked so fond talking about someone else. It seems like he already considers you to be his pack, so if you want to, I don’t see any harm in asking him to come home with you,” You feel a steady blush rise in your cheeks as Jihyo talks, your heart skipping a beat at the thought of having Namjoon here in your apartment. You couldn’t ..

"It’s not natural or healthy for hybrids to be alone and shifted for such a long time, so you would honestly be doing him a favour. Even if he doesn’t stay with you, he needs to get checked-up.” You find yourself nodding along to Jihyo’s words before you can stop yourself, her eyebrows rising in amusement. She is right, after all. Even if Namjoon doesn’t want to stay, it’s important to make sure he’s healthy. Even you go in for yearly check-ups, and you’re sure it’s been far too long since Namjoon did the same. You have to go back and find him.

“But–” Jihyo presses a finger to your chest, “you’re not going anywhere yet. The doctor said full rest for a week, so that’s what you’re going to do.” She shakes her head before you can protest, giving you a stern look as she says, “You’re in no condition to go after him now, you need to heal up if you want to find him again. I’ve seen enough animal planet to know that wolves have pretty big territories, and you won’t be able to cover that much ground with a sprained ankle.” You sink back down in the couch with a disgruntled sound, hating the fact that she’s completely right. You’ll have to wait until you’ve healed. You just hope it won’t be too late.

“Namjoon?” You wince at the rawness in your throat, your voice ringing through the silent forest. You’ve been out here for hours, but no matter where you go, there’s no sign of the wolf hybrid. You even managed to get back to the little cave Namjoon had brought you to, but that too was completely untouched. The only trail you had is dead. The area you’ve ventured into is much denser and harder to navigate, but you refuse to leave until you find him.

You grumble under your breath as a branch almost whacks you straight in the face, and you push it away with a little more force than necessary as you trek on deeper into the woods. Your ankle has healed up nicely, but there’s still a dull ache from the amount of walking you’re putting yourself through. The sprain wasn’t all that bad; it was mostly just the fact that you kept aggravating it that made it so painful. A week of rest did you wonders, and a little bit of discomfort is a price you’re more than willing to pay if it means you’ll find Namjoon again.

“Namjoon?” You call out again, halting in your tracks as you strain to listen for any sounds out of the ordinary. You let out a sigh at the silence that greets you, shaking your head lightly as you take a step forward. You freeze as your foot connect with the ground, a distant howl echoing through the forest. Namjoon.

You can barely even hear the second howl over the frantic beat of your own heart as you take off, stumbling and tripping over roots and twigs as you run in what you hope is the right direction. The mountain is disorienting at best, but you have no fear of getting lost this time. Jihyo made sure you would be properly prepared. 

It’s not until the fourth howl that you realize two things – one, the sound is much closer than you anticipated, and two, it sounds pained. You urge your legs to move faster, your gaze shifting wildly over your surroundings as you call out for him again. You swear you see a flash of silver behind a cluster of trees, and you quickly switch your direction, running straight for what you hope is the wolf hybrid.

“Namjo–” You choke as you skid to a stop, your stomach dropping so fast it leaves you feeling dizzy.

Blood. There’s so much blood. Namjoon’s gray fur is stained with it, the hairs matted and red. You can see the rusted metal of an old bear trap clamped tightly around one of his hind legs, the bone snapped in an awkward angle. Oh god. A pained whine rips you out of your building panic, and the sight of the wolf hybrid attempting to drag himself closer to you despite the trap on his leg finally jolts you back into action.

“No no no, stay still!” You cry as you scramble forward, your stomach doing a dangerous flip as the metallic scent of Namjoon’s blood washes over you. The wolf hybrid is panting as you drop to your knees in front of him, his ears plastered against his skull as he lets out low whimper.

“It-it’s going to be okay,” You hear your voice tremble as you reach out for his head, gently cupping his cheeks between your hands. Namjoon lets the tension in his neck drop the moment you get your hands on him, his head heavy in your hold as you run your fingers over his fur. The wolf hybrid’s body is shaking, his golden eyes barely open as he lets out another whine. You have no idea how many hours he’s been like this, but it’s been too long. He's lost way too much blood.

“You’re going to be fine Namjoon,” You swallow down the bile in your throat as you shuffle around, shifting your hold to gently place his head in your lap. He immediately tries to shuffle closer, not giving up until he’s plastered against your stomach.

“Just, don’t shift, okay? Please don’t shift,” You hastily dig your burrowed phone out of your pocket, vision blurry as you type in Jihyo’s number. Seeing Namjoon’s human form might make it easier to gauge his injuries, but if he shifts while he’s still trapped, you have no doubt it’s just going to tear his leg up even more. 

He lets out a whine as you hands leave his fur, his eyes almost rolled back into his head from the pain. The leg that’s trapped doesn’t even twitch, and Namjoon’s body feels horribly cold as you hurry to run your hands over his fur.

“Y/n? Did you find him?” Jihyo’s voice has never sounded more angelic than when she picks up the phone, you body sagging with relief.

“You can track my location, right? It’s Namjoon–” You force down the sob bubbling in your throat as the wolf hybrid whimpers at the sound of his name, the sound soft and weak. “–he’s hurt.”

“Excuse me,” You whip your head up at the sound of someone clearing their throat, a rather frazzled nurse standing in front you. “Are you here with the wolf hybrid? Kim Namjoon?”

“I am. Is something wrong?” You push out of the plastic chair with a wince, ignoring the queasy feeling in your stomach. It’s been hours since you arrived at the hospital, but the image of Namjoon’s blood pooling around his body doesn’t seem to want to let go of you just yet.

“He’s–" The nurse let out a deep sigh, “I think you need to come with me.” She turns on her heel, motioning for you to follow without another word. Oh god, what if he’s dead? The wolf hybrid had been rushed into an emergency operation immediately upon arrival, so there wasn’t much else that you could do than wait. Hope that he would be okay. 

You hurry after the nurse, nearly tripping over your own feet at quick speed she keeps as she marches down the hall. You’ve barely managed to catch up when she halts outside a door, an exasperated expression on her face as she says, “We’re keeping him under observation for now and he’s not really supposed to have any visitors yet, but he’s being … difficult.” You jump as something clatters to the ground inside the room, the deep growl hardly even muffled by the closed door.

“He’s a still a little out of it, but not dangerous. You’ll see what I mean,” With that, the nurse pushes the door open, stepping aside to allow you entry into Namjoon’s room. You suck in a breath as you step inside, the floor littered with scattered papers and trays. Namjoon is perched up in bed, a heavy cast around his leg. Whatever they were trying to do, the wolf hybrid obviously wasn’t having it. He’s twisted towards the doctor by his side, the man keeping a good distance from the injured hybrid as he let out another harsh growl. You stare in shock as Namjoon bares his teeth, his posture rigid and tense as he eyes the doctor distrustfully. The doctor notices you before Namjoon does, a soft 'thank god' muttered under his breath as he waves for you to come closer.

“Hey Namjoon,” The wolf hybrids nose wrinkles just as your soft voice carries across the room, his ears springing up on his head as he shifts his attention to you.

“Y/n,” Namjoon’s eyes light up as he catches sight of you, his hands practically tearing up the bed sheets as he tries to untangle himself. The action feels awfully familiar to when he tried to drag himself closer despite the bear trap, and you have no intention of watching him trying to walk on his broken leg.

“I thought I told you to stop moving,” You rush forward before he can get himself fully out of bed, pushing him back with a firm shove to his chest. Namjoon falls back without protest, his wide eyes scanning over your face as a loopy smile blooms on his lips.

“Sorry,” He rasps as he engulfs your hand with his, keeping it tucked securely against his body. You can feel the steady thrum of his heart against your palm, beating in rhythm with the soft beeps from the monitor he’s hooked up to.

“We were trying to explain to Mr. Kim that we need to do some tests, but he doesn’t quite seem to share the same sentiment,” The doctor glances back towards the door as a the nurse brings in a new tray of equipment, a weary frown on his face as he picks up a shot. The growl builds in Namjoon’s throat so fast you nearly jump out of your skin, the hold he has around your hand feels like he’s two seconds away from snapping it in half.

“It’s okay, it’s just some standard shots,” You hesitantly bring your hand up to his face, slowly turning his head back in your direction.

“You haven’t had check-ups in a while right?” The wolf hybrid shakes his head, his ears twitching as his attention flickers back and fourth between you and the doctor. “It’s just to make sure you stay healthy.” Namjoon nuzzles against your hand with a soft whimper as you run your thumb along his cheek.

“Makes me feel .. bad. Sleepy,” Namjoon’s speech seems to flow a little easier than it did a week ago, but the struggle to find the right words is still there, his brows furrowing in concentration as he whispers, "Don’t like it.”

You swallow thickly, your stomach in knots as you ask, “Did your owner give you those? The shots that made you sleepy?” The wolf hybrid makes a low sound of agreement, his ears turning back. The marks on his wrist you couldn’t figure out, they’re needle marks. You’ve heard of it before, how some owners would drug their more exotic hybrids to keep them calm and docile – to silence the part of their genetics that make them so unique. You glance down at Namjoon, the wolf hybrid staring up at you with so much vulnerability and trust that the thought of someone taking advantage of that it makes you feel ill.

“These won’t make you feel that way, I promise.” You muster up the warmest smile you can manage as you peek over at the doctor, a silent plea in your eyes.

“Oh! Don’t worry Mr. Kim, there are no side effects to these shots. You’ll hardly even notice it,” The doctor quickly adds as he takes a careful step forward. Namjoon lets out a slow breath, golden eyes finding yours and his tail draping across his lap as he grumbles out a hesitant “Okay.”

“–All done!” You can see the doctor’s shoulders visibly drop as he finally gets the chance to move back, obviously relieved to put some distance between himself and Namjoon. “I’ll be back later to check on your leg and make sure everything is okay.” The sour expression on Namjoon’s face softens as the doctor hurries out the door, the grip around your hand loosening slightly as it clicks shut behind him.

“May I speak with you outside alone for a minute, miss?” You look up at the nurse as she finishes placing a band-aid on Namjoon’s arm, the empty shots rolling around in the tray as she picks it up.

“Oh, sure,” Namjoon lets out a whine as you try to step away, lips formed into a soft pout as you gently extract your hand from his grip. “Don’t worry, I’ll be right back,” You give his shoulder a squeeze before you follow the nurse out, shooting Namjoon what you hope is a comforting smile over your shoulder. The wolf hybrid keeps his eyes trained on you as you leave, his distressed gaze still burning into your back as you close the door behind you. You only take a few steps down the hall before the nurse turns to face you, her expression troubled as she looks you up and down, “I take it he’s not your hybrid?”

“No, he’s not,” You quickly shake your head. “I came across him up in the mountains. He said he ran away from his old owner, and that it was a ‘bad place’. I’m pretty sure it must’ve been a couple of years at least,” You wince. The nurse nods, her gaze shifting around the busy hallway as she thinks.

“I’ll have someone look into it. We need to settle his hospital bills, and only his legal owner can do that.” She must see the way your face drops, because she quickly adds, “I could tell from his old scars that he’s likely been abused. Even if we find his owner, they’re not going to be allowed to take him home. It’ll be looked into.”

“Right, thanks.” You muster up a weak smile. You know how these things go. Even if there’s an investigation, the police are too easy to buy off. There are frankly too many cases like Namjoon’s, and too few cops that actually treat their abuse seriously.

“Can I stay with him until his owner shows up?”

“It’s a little unorthodox, but yes, you can. I don’t think he’ll actually stay inside his room if you don’t.” The nurse lets out a huff, a flash of amusement in her eyes as she waves for you to go back inside. “I’ll let you know once we figure it out, it shouldn’t take too long.”

“Thank you.”

Turning to face Namjoon’s door, you try to shake off the anxious feeling festering in your stomach. You’re not going to let him go back to his old owner. You’re honestly not even sure how you’ve managed to grow attached so quickly, but there’s just something about the wolf hybrid that makes you ready to fight tooth and nail for his safety and happiness – even if it means he won’t find it with you.

a/n: ahah heyy ... let's just ignore that it took me two months to update this, okay? thank you aksjsk. i decided to split the last part into two, to give myself more time to write a little bit of extra fluff (and smut)! so the third and final part is hopefully coming next week, but if not, it will at least be posted by the end of november. namjoon's speech will get better in the next part and we will learn more about him + his and y/n's relationship will grow! if you like the story then please drop me a reblog/comment, that would mean the world to me! (ps. this story has no tag list!)

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[pufflocks]

Kuroo x bottom male reader, maybe readers riding him?

Summary: Honestly in my mind–, I believe if Kuroo had someone sitting on his cock I believe he would be so touchy. Touchy and impatient— Touching the readers curves and rubbing on his thighs until he couldn't take it anymore. ♡

"You- You are so fucking tight- ugh, I love it." -T.K ❣

Warnings: Slight degrading • Groping • Cum eating • Proof read • porn without plot

Cast: Bottom!M!Reader x Kuroo Tesuro //Kenma Kozumane//

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It was an alluring Friday. Volleyball club didn't have another practice until next week. Leaving an eventful evening afterschool for a certain couple.

"Phew I'm fuckin' exhausted-" Tetsurou exhaled stretching out his long limbs. Many people, according to Y/N would kill for his height. Yet he was always saying how much he hated it. Words only to tick his boyfriend off – which it did.

The rooster haired male slicked back his sweat covered hair. "Oi, kenma I'm gonna head out first since my oh so handsome boyfriend wanted me to take him home early." Kenma nodded quietly, chugging his water down quietly. He gathered his belongings along with the other members of the team.

'I wonder why he needs a chaperone to walk him home..' Kenma sighed. Shaking off the thought since it was not his business. Besides that he started picking up some stray volleyballs. Faster he does this the faster he gets home to play video games with his boyfriend.

You however, was just about to get out of your last period. Thinking about some random things to get out of the fact you and nekomas volleyball captain sending eachother lewd glances throughout the day. One action led to another throughout the day.

You sitting in the back of class softly giggling to yourself once while at your phone and blushing at other texts. Some texts were cute flirts like "I can't wait to see you" or "Coach is being extra angry. He needs pop a chocky milk" Leading to a raging tent in your pants in your last class period when he sent a slick nude of a boner he accumulated in the past hour. Ugh— The clock nearing 3 PM setting you slight edge in your seat.

BRING !

'Thankfully the teacher didn't see me with my phone.'

Sighing tremendously you snatched up your bag that had a cheesy volleyball sticker in nekomas colors with a big number '1' on it. Gifted by your yours truly, Tetsurou Kuroo aka rooster bf. A small nickname you gave him in your guys' first year.

You chuckled at your own humor as you bumped into someone the way out of your classroom.

"Ah-!" You failed to finish your small mental comedy show as your overly tall boyfriend encased you in a nearly bone crushing hug. Lovingly of course.

Your not so obvious erection slightly catching contact on his muscular thigh. "You scared me tetsu- Come on lets go." You grab hold of the mans hand in dire need to fix your lower situation, pronto. One think you hated about your boyfriend was how much of a tease he so unashamedly was.

You both agreed, over text to leave early to do it after class since he didn't have practice today.

"What's the rush doll ? You were just teasing me with that I wanna ride you BS over the phone." He snickered. Face automatically bloomed red as you scoffed in face. Pushy bastard he is.

"Yeah yeah. Come on before people see-" And before you knew it. Your boyfriend took one glace down south to notice you weren't lying. Your small cock pressing up against the unformed pants.

'Cute how eager he is~' he mentally mused.

He took this opportunity to just drag you to an already emptied classroom. The school seemed to empty out earlier on Fridays, you thought. Slowly coming back to your own senses you see just how peckish he really was. Air thickening. Your noticable shudders of arousal not going unnoticed.

"God,, I need you right now." No other words were conversed between you two as he eagerly ripped and tugged the cloth off your smaller frame. Canines slightly nipping at now heated skin and grabbing wherever his hands could easily roam. Sloppy kisses to your neck making you gasp and make your penis twitch in gratitude.

"Please tetsu.. I want it badly~" You moaned wantonly as he was gripping some belly fat lovingly. Tetsurou grinned as if he was a wolf in the night howling at the moon.

Grabbing a nearby chair, after he let you go with a small peck to your nose he sat down and shrugged off his trousers. Hard organ slapping on his lean stomach. The sight making you purr in the presence of this 'wolf'

'I can't wait to fucking ride him..'

The sight of his cock made you rub your legs together eagerly. A small "Hm..~" erupting from your throat. Oh god did it not only have girth and a red bulge of its head – His length and overall cock had been mesmerized in your small pink hole.

"Wanna ride you Tetsu.." you mewled already palming the hard on in your now very tight pants.

He pulled you closer and gripped your chin to make you look at him as he stroked his cock teasingly, "Wanna ride me dry and see if you can come undone or vise verse but you blow me ? Which is it sweetheart ?" Darting dark eyes your way as he audibly purred. Kind to not so kind kisses being placed to your collarbone making you shiver as his cold lips met your hot skin.

New hickies you never minded showing off, just as much as he never minded giving you to show off.

The choices were hanging heavy on your tongue, now realizing his question. Almost obediently, in one swift motion you got down your knees willingly let him unravel you with his slim eyes.

"Such a lucky ass man I am~"

Fuck you wanted him so bad.

"You gonna blow me my pretty Y/N ?" He said stroking your cheek as if you were the most rarest diamond from his thief heist. To him you were not only rare, but valuable beyond his mind.

Grasping hold of his member you lick up his shaft kissing here and there. Making quick work to get to the main course.

Tetsurou smiled. His pretty boy serving his cock like it was something holy. Before he knew it you started gulping down his length. Slobber dribbling at the creases of your mouth. Pretty eyes of yours making their ways to your rooster headed lover.

"Fuck-! Baby I'ma fuckin' cum-" He groaned, head flying backward as you got off hearing him announce he was gonna shoot down your throat. Swallowing every. Single. Drop.

"Shit.. You gonna take daddies cum baby ? Yeah ? Where you want it ? Tell me babes." He was tapping his cock against your now plump and messy lips as he stroked himself off to your filthy face. Fuck, he was using your face for his own pleasure. You wanted him to know how much you enjoyed this.

"Mm- I want it in my mouth!~ please stick your cock deep down my throat daddy!~" You whined pathetically stroking your own leaking cock and using your own arousal for lube. The lewd squlching noises invading your ears.

He snorted at your poor attempts at getting yourself off and opened your jaw enough to shove all the way in down your throat. Tears prickling and threatening to fall down your face. You let out small gags leading to moans from the action as he shot down your throat. You swallowed his seed successfully, sticking out your tongue to show you did.

"Such a pretty boy.. Fuck such pretty boy." Tetsurou praised as he wiped the tears you ignored from your puffy eyes. Also unnoticing the ringing one of your phones was doing. You didn't care though. "We ain't done yet though. Get your sweet ass up here my prince." You joyfully obliged as he helped you off your knees seeing they were red. He started rubbing small circles and kissing your bare shoulders. A way of saying sorry for making you be on yourknees for so long.

'So caring~' You groggily giggled to yourself due to your throat being slightly sore from your guys' previous actions. Damn he was rough this time. Does being found out really get him this riled up ?

He cocked an eyebrow, "What's wrong ? Did a do something silly ?" He wore his signature smirk. The one you loved and hated. A calming and goofy aura being replaced with the once heated lustful one. All you could do was giggle again and cup his face in the moment. Just enjoying him.

"You're just so caring with me and I love you for moments like these." You confessed. Heart beating erratically as he chuckled kissing your nose.

"I know. I'm a big ass softy for my boyfriend believe it or not." You rolled your eyes jokingly. You loved this man, but you also loved his cock which by the way, still hasn't gone soft yet.

Turning around in his lap you wrapped your arms and legs around his form as you whispered alluringly. "Let me do the work cuz my dick is aching now and I needa cum stupid bad." You smiled devilishly. He once again for the umpteenth time, chuckled at your words and throwing his hands up.

"No hands my prince. No hands." You nodded. Knowing full well he would lose it half way of your quote unquote dominance.

You slowly and steadily began inserting his member inside. God, the stretch you fucking waited for was heavenly. Making it all the more nearly impossible to not close your eyes in delight.

Sucking through his teeth your boyfriend let out a long "Fuuuck..~" as groaned instinctively grasping onto your hips. On a loose thread of keeping his promise of letting you in control.

"God, you're so fucking- huge-! Testu~" You whined already grinding the rest of length into your now gaping hole. The feeling all too familiar to your body. Soon beginning to bounce up and down with pure greed. Not giving the slightest flying fuck if someone were to see you through the small class window as you were rolling your eyes back in ecstasy like a expert porn star.

"You- You're so fucking tight.. Ugh- fuck I love it !~" He moaned out aggressively as your bouncing only quickened at his words slapping sounds got louder. "Who's fucking cock are you riding Y/N ?" He growled and huffed bear your neck. His breath tickling the hairs in the area.

Noticing he didn't get any answer to his no rhetorical question, Tesurou slapped your ass harshly leaving a delicious itchy feeling rupture in the spot his heavy hand slammed on. You lost it as an almost unbearable amount of pre ran down your cock.

"You- Ah!~ Fuck it's you Testu!~ Your cock- Ah-!~ is hitting me in all the right places oh my fucking god!-" You shrieked small little tears making their way down your ruined face.

'This slut is really egging me the fuck on today~' Tetsurou mentally grinned.

Not only did he like the words coming out of your mouth, but he lived for those damn tears of diamond racing out the corners of your eyes. "

"Fuck it. I'm pounding the shit out of this ass." He mumbled to himself as he snatched you off of his body as if it was completely nothing and pressed you forward on a desk, your perky nipples grazing the cold school furniture.

He took a second to adjust his angle until ramming into your prostate directly dead on as you let out a high pitched warble. Anyone could mistake your voice for a females out of context. "Fuck-! fuck- MM— FUCK YES~" you moaned as your cock swung heavily in between your legs as Tetsurou began deep stroking every corner inside you. The feelings making your mind go numb.

"Baby boy I'm finna blow my load~ Who the fuck is fucking your shit up right ? Huh ?~" Testu's snarled in your ear. Snatching you up by your neck up to his sweaty hard chest. Your bodies creating an almost unbearable heat between you both.

You whined in a needy voice as the feeling of your prostate getting hammered repeatedly. "YOU DADDY~ YOU YOU YOU~!!! GOD LEMME CUM FUUUCK—" His grip on your neck did not falter as his pace only got faster. Quickly gripping your slick penis and jerked you off all the while placing delectable light kisses around your bruised neck and shoulders. You were nearly seeing stars with overstimulation and his contrast of touch.

"That's exactly what I like to hear my amazing boy~" Tetsurou hips stuttered as you came hard, your eyes rolling back and drool sliding down your jaw. Coming straight after your release he gave one last deep push cumming deep down in your tight little ass. "Fuck babe..- Fuck-" He panted smiling lazily, grip already faltering around your neck. He never would forgive himself if he accidentally choked you to death.

Since you guys literally just fucked in a classroom, aftercare had to be done differently. Slowly laying his head on your shoulder, rubbing your hips and doing anything to ease any after pain off your body. Maybe you'll let him try out a cream he uses on himself after volleyball. Eases the joints and moisturizes your body.

Such a loving boyfriend you bad.

"I love you so damn stinkn' much Y/N.. God I'm so fucking lucky I swear." You chuckled, 'cause he always seemed to be so emotional after you guys had sex. You thought it was cute coming from him. "Let's get out of here cuz' we already stayed here for half an hour." You stated pushing the tall male off your body, much to his unpleasant dismay. He only hummed in response.

"Your house or mine ?" He questioned after pulling up his pants and tugging his extra volleyball shirt on. You stretched while yawning a bit. Sex is tiring.

"Yours. My parents will automatically smell the sex on me and no cologne can cover that." Giggling softly at your statement your boyfriend nodding in a agreement.

"Let's just hope they dont find out we once fucked in your living room-" You glared at him as he stopped, snickering at how cute his boyfriend looked after being roughed up.

"Let's go so we can cuddle now please." You softly pleaded as you tugged his shirt tiredly. You know the first thing you were gonna do when you got to his house was instantly plop smack on his oversized bed.

"Let's go my prince."

Bees are pretty..

Zenna, no.

[mrsnegan]

hey hun! i was wondering if you could do a fluffy smut with Negan comforting a reader caught crying because of how shy she is around him 🥺

[Thank you so much for the request 💛, this one was fun to write. I hope it turned out alright and you enjoy it! 😊]

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"Why are you crying, doll?"

You could see Negan standing in your doorway through your teary eyes. His big frame looked blurred, less intimidating than usual. Had he been following you after he had seen your nerves get the best of you? It had been difficult for you to step up to him and ask for some extra work. After all, you needed some more points and also felt quite useless if you weren't occupied the whole time. When he had dismissed you without answering whether or not you could work some shifts in the kitchen, you had run away, your shyness and self-doubts taking over your mind.

"It's nothing", you said timidly and hoped he would go away.

"Nah doll, I don't fucking believe you. You've been like this for quite some time and I'm really concerned now." He stepped into your room, closing the door behind him. His movements made you whimper and curl into yourself on your bed.

"Are you afraid of me?"

You looked at your hands and nodded absently. This was a nightmare.

"Fucking shit", he muttered.

The silence that followed made you feel trapped in a situation you would normally avoid at all cost. You felt your chest heavy with anxiety, your tears starting to fall down your cheeks.

"Fuck doll, shh, everything is fine", Negan whispered, "I won't hurt you." He took some well calculated steps towards you. "I may be the big bad wolf but I don't hurt women. I just wanna talk, doll."

You looked at him again, unsure of what to think or feel. He already was standing here, so you had no other choice than to listen.

"OK", you told him sniffling and sat up a bit.

Negan came nearer, sitting down at the edge of your bed.

"What's troubling your beautiful mind, doll?" he asked after another while.

You shrugged your shoulders.

"I don't know...I'm just...exhausted to be afraid all of the time. You're..."

"Please go on", he said in his deep voice which sounded warm and inviting.

"You're intimidating. And I feel so small. You're taking good care of all the people here, I know that but..."

As soon as you looked at him, really looked at him, you could see his concern. He wasn't the fearless leader at this very moment, he was truly interested in your well-being.

"But I don't know what happens when I make a mistake. I'm so afraid to...displease you and make you hate me, it troubles me so much and makes it hard to be in the same room with you", you confessed.

Negan was silent again, letting your words sink in. His hand reached for yours, gently grasping it within his long fingers.

"You could never displease me. You're hard-working, a real sweetheart towards everyone here and you're fucking helpful."

"Thank you, I guess."

"No need to thank me for telling the truth, doll. I know I can be a fucking hand-full sometimes, though I would never ever even think about punishing those ones who follow the rules. And you're such a good girl for following them."

Something about being called a good girl made your heart jump. And of course Negan observed your every move and noticed the tiny change in your body language.

"You want to be my good girl, don't you?"

"Y-es."

He shifted nearer, pressing your hand gently against his lips, placing a chaste kiss against your knuckles.

"Then let me take care of you, doll, let me reward you for being such a good girl for me."

Your breath hitched at his words, the blush creeping from your cheeks to your chest. You nodded absently, fully concentrated on his lips against your hand.

"Good girl", he rasped again. His body pushed itself towards you, his face now mere inches away from yours.

The kiss, inevitable and desired, took your breath away. He was gentle and cautious not to overwhelm you too much.

It took you no time at all to melt into the kiss, to your own surprise. You weren't afraid now, only anticipating his next move. There had always been this need to be desired by him, you had felt drawn to him for a while, but his unrelenting and dangerous nature had made you insecure and fearful.

"Relax doll, I will make you feel damn appreciated", Negan spoke against your skin, dragging his lips down to your neck.

The light moan leaving yours made him smile. His fingers wound themselves into your shirt, pushing it up so he could reach underneath to fondle with your breasts. You had forgone a bra today which made it all the easier for him.

His hands seemed to be everywhere, spoiling you with his gentle treatment.

"You know, most of the time I'm into the rough stuff, but I'm a damn gentleman and this here with you just tickles my balls", he told you while stripping you down to your panties.

"Holy shit! You're fucking stunning."

The urge to cover your body was strong as Negan took you in, though you knew better.

His fingers danced along your thighs and stopped at your covered pussy.

"May I?" he asked lowly.

"Yes, please", you answered him.

He dipped past your panties and you couldn't hold in the rich moan spilling from your mouth.

"So wet for me, so good", Negan praised, moving his fingers against her wet folds. With his unoccupied hand, he kneaded your breast, soon getting impatient and helping you out of your panties as well.

Being fully naked in front of a fully clothed Negan made you shake with lust despite your shyness. You wanted him so badly and could see in his eyes he wanted you too.

Dark eyes roamed over your glistening pussy, then he took hold of your thighs to keep you nicely open for him. When his mouth closed over your center, you began to whimper in sheer pleasure.

The desire in the pit of your stomach clouded every little doubt in your mind. It was his name leaving your lips like a chant while he passionately ate you out. For once his dirty mouth kept silent, driving your need to cum into unknown heights. His tongue fucked and licked you so well, it made your legs shake and your eyes roll back. Soon his mouth was joined by his fingers which he drove into your tight channel with just the right pressure and speed. Your hands kept you anchored on the bed and when he looked up, directly into your eyes, you were done for. You came with a cry of pleasure.

He let you come down, cleaning you up, before he kissed you and collapsed beside you on the bed.

"Damn doll", he panted, "you've got the most delicious pussy. I could get addicted to you, I swear."

You smiled at him, for the first time, catching your breath as well. "Thank you, Negan."

"Fuck yes, you're more than welcome. So polite and so sweet. Got me all hard and ready to burst in my pants like a fucking boy", he told you, laughing himself.

"I can help you, if you want."

"Nah, this is about you, not me. We've got all the time in this damn world, gonna get my dick nicely wet the next time."

You were surprised by his words, but you knew not to question his statement. He motioned for you to lean against him and you did, soaking in his unique smell.

"Still afraid of me?" he asked you after a while.

You shook your head, your eyes searching for his. The kiss that followed was sweet and surprisingly intimate. There were so many questions you wanted to ask him about why he was so interested in your well-being, even if you weren't one of his wives, but you kept quiet, relaxing against his frame and drifting off into a dreamless sleep.

[whosjunglejim4322]

Warnings: werewolf!au if u couldn’t tell, size kink, fingering, hints towards switch xuxi, big wolf boy in luv, reader is on the pill theoretically, mentions of yukhei being insecure, yall in love btw it’s sappy, he cums inside you

Werewolf Yukhei never thought that a person, a human of all creatures, could make him feel so delicate. Your hands are indescribably soft as they cup his warm face, your mouth concise and rythmic with each brush of your lips against his.

It's shockingly easy to be this way with you, the two of you lying together on his couch like a pair of tangled roots, his head just slightly lower than yours as he wraps his strong arms around you further.

He's always been too big, in height and stature. His lumbering limbs have always carried him with a sort of saunter, and though his face may be pretty, once people found out he was part wolf their adoration always fizzled into condemnation.

But you, you.

As someone who had coexisted with shapeshifters nearly all of your life, with close family friends ranging from Werewolves- like him - to Vampires, and even some Fae, he shouldn't have been surprised when you treated him as though he was no different than anyone else you'd ever interacted with.

He still remembers the first time he kissed you, in his car after the sun had already decided to rest and give the stars a chance to say hello to the onyx sky. He had wanted to do it all night, the need becoming an overwhelming knot in the pit of his abdomen.

He and his wolf alike were struck with the immediate sensation of buzzing all throughout his veins, and when he pulled away, he could see the reflection of his topaz orbs in your eyes, glowing.

He almost immediately covered his face, head in hands as he began to furiously rub at his sockets, willing the fire to go out behind his irises. He had almost seemed angry at himself, borderline disgusted and then your hands were gripping his wrists with a softness he had never experienced- you said his name as if it were something to be admired.

Something in him had felt defenseless, like he couldn't bear to pull away from you and see the sad pout that would surely form on your pretty lips.

"It's okay, hey," you brought one hand to his sullen face, soft fingers tilting his his chin towards you. "Open your eyes, it's okay Xuxi."

And he believed you, wholeheartedly. He didn't know why but he didn't care to argue, not when you used such a fond nickname without even a second thought, not when he felt so safe to be himself with you.

So he opened his eyes, not having to see them to know they were still illuminated in the darkness of his car. And your expression, fuck, it made his chest ache.

You inclined yourself towards him as if your body had no other choice, like it was second nature to want to be close to him, to be so enraptured. Your thumbs ever so gently had swept the area underneath his eyes, moving to the highpoints of his cheeks as you sat in awe.

"They're so...they're so pretty, like fireflies in the summer. They remind me of home."

He doesn't think he'll ever forget that. The safety he feels in your arms, like right now, it makes it easy for him to pretend like the world doesn't see him as this illusive predator shifter. Like he's just Yukhei.

You kiss him like he's the only person you've ever wanted, which isn't far from the truth considering the way he never ceases to take your breath away. There is a reverence between you two, and you find yourself kissing him with a bit more fervour as you relish in the fact that you get to hold him so close.

He picks up on the slight change in pace as quickly and as naturally as expected, one of his long legs lifting before he drapes it over your waist. He just needs you closer.

His plush mouth falters for a second, as he pulls away just enough to look up into your half lidded eyes. "Too heavy?" He asks, the rough timber of his voice sending more jolts of heat than necessary, through your abdomen.

"N-no." You hope he can sense that your shakiness is due to the flurry of emotions coursing through you, and not because of uncertainty. The corner of his mouth twitches upwards in amusement and fondess, silently answering your question.

Your lips find each other again as your hand grips the meat of his thigh, absentmindedly rubbing the area and reveling in the way his muscles twitch underneath the fabric of his basketball shorts. 

This small action has him accidentally groaning into your mouth, long fingers finding the softness of your hips as he pulls you as close as the space will allow.

You don't miss the feel of his stiff erection against your belly, or the way his wet tongue has become more curious as to how your mouth tastes. When your hands wander further up the expanse his lithe body and discover a searing hot patch of skin that has been exposed due to his shirt lifting, your fingers are quick to explore further.

It's not like you did it on purpose, ever so slightly raking the blunt of your nails up his side before exploring the firm, lean surface of his abdomen- it's just as much of a natural urge as it is for him to be rutting against you, like he is now.

You're sure you heard a growl rumble in his throat, and you're elated to see that he's just as worked up as you are- enough to not even notice and have time to scold himself.

For a second, your eyes meet, noses still touching and kiss bitten lips only a few inches apart as you catch your breath.

This time, a ruby set of irises stare back at you, and you know enough about his kind to recognize that this is either due to hunger, lust, or anger. And since you're almost certain he's not angry, and also know that werewolves rarely ever get hungry for prey while they're in human form, the last option is as clear as the obvious lust that is decorating his bronze features.

And so you kiss him again, hard.

He isn't as controlled as he was before, not scared to give in to his hormones or the desires that have him struggling to remain fully here. He's just so captivated by you, the sweet yet ambrosial scent that clings to your skin, the way your body perfectly curls against his.

He can smell your intoxicating arousal as it leaks into your panties, cock jerking in his shorts as you both explore eachothers skin underneath your clothing. He feels the thunderous beat of your heart against his own broad chest, along with the hardening bud of your nipples through your shirt.

"I want you...want you to be mine." He's breathless, which is hard to believe given his supernatural state, but he can't seem to speak in complete sentences. The energy between you two feels as if it's about to burst and ignite a flame. You feel it all over your body.

His raven hair is mussed by this point, skin hotter than a furnace damn near, eyes glossy. Something in you knows that he's not just talking about sex, the way he's looking at you.

His dick is pulsing against you, massive, inviting hands wandering your body as yours are his - but he speaks like he can't bear to let you go.

You quickly wrap your hands around the nape of his neck, soft hair tickling your fingertips as you bring him back in for another passionate kiss, his body shifting as he finds himself crawling on top of you.

The position switch makes it even harder for him, you're so soft, so beautiful as you gaze up at him and paw at his broad shoulders.

Your thighs are open and wrapped around his trim middle, the feeling of his dick against your center all the more tantalizing this way. It doesn't help when he does that thing where he ever so slightly- but purposefully- grinds his hips into yours as if he knows exactly where you need it. You almost forget you're both still clothed.

"You can have me, you know...I want you too." And it's the truth, you've never felt like this, he's so rare, so beautifully unaware and you want him in every way there is to want someone.

His eyes are back to his natural deep shade of chocolate brown, earnest in their surprise and incredulity.

"You really mean it?" You almost laugh in disbelief, wondering how someone like him can be so oblivious to your wide eyes of astonishment everytime you so much as glance at him.

But you know it's not because of his appearance, no, he's aware of how people look at him, how they naturally seem to gawk and wonder how a person can be unnaturally exquisite.

Still, you remind him. "Yes, of course you silly, silly boy."

And you're breathless again, his deft fingers moving down between your bodies to slip underneath the waistband of your leggings, swiftly pulling them off in an inhumanly fast motion.

Your compliance is immediate, a whine slipping past your lips as cool air breezes against your center, your hands clawing at his loose tee shirt in a haphazard attempt to remove it.

He reluctantly pulls his mouth away from yours to sit back on his haunches, lifting his lithe arms behind his back to pull the garment off of his body.

You're not prepared for the way your belly swirls with a new, overwhelming sense of lust at the sight of him so bare. He's warm, and firm yet smooth and inviting- you almost don't register the fact that he's too distracted to notice your reaction.

Not until you feel the warm pad of his thumb rub your swollen clit, both of you realizing, together, that you decided to forgo underwear.

He's got his free hand grasping the inside of your left thigh, holding it open as he practically salivates at the sight of you.

It's too much, for the both of you. There's so many sensations sending your nerves haywire, every inch of your skin tingling with warmth and desire. He can't believe you're so pretty, and his, and the awestruck, hungry expression that's on his face is what prompts you to reach out and grasp his sturdy hips.

"Please fuck me, Yukhei," he's pulled out from a trance into a new one, his eyes catching sight of the agonizing need inside of yours. "want you really bad."

It's unfair, the way he slips two of his long, delicate fingers inside of your aching heat as he leans down to kiss you like a man starved.

You moan properly, and loudly this time, the compelling sound sending him into overdrive as you find yourself suddenly being fucked by his fingers at a near bruising pace.

Even so, he knows what he's doing, and you have to grip onto his daunting shoulders for dear life while he curls the dexterous digits inside of you, touching your cervix and nudging your sweet spot.

He revels in it, the way you look like you're falling apart. His skin blazes to a new temperature and you're leaking onto him like a sweet dessert, soaking his palms. He can't help but to groan.

"Gotta get you ready if you're gonna take my dick."

The words alone leave you clutching after his thick forearm as he pumps into you, slowing his minisrations out of fear that his words might send you over the edge. He doesn't even mean to sound so filthy, at first. Until he realizes how quickly it almost made you lose it.

"Please, please give it to me now."

He sees how badly you need it, can feel it in the form of slick between his knuckles, and if he's honest he's not sure how he's lasted this long either- so he bashfully slips his fingers out of you and pulls his shorts past his knees, not patient enough to get them all the way down.

You see now why he needed to insert his fingers first. He's big. Long, a girth that would be painful if it were any more than what it is. But nonetheless, it's pretty, like the rest of him. The tip is the same, deep muave of his lips, and you reach out for it, needing to touch him as intimately as he has touched you.

He shudders, entire body twitching in pleasure as you wrap your hand around him. Your hand is so much softer than his, and he whines, a sound that has you clenching around nothing. His expression is one that you wish you could photograph just to relive the memory over and over on days when you two aren't together.

"Want me to fuck you now, baby?" You nod fervently, cheeks blazing at the nickname and the softness in which he speaks it. His eyes seem to light up as he leans down to kiss you, allowing himself to absorb every detail of the moment, not wanting to miss even a second.

As soon as his tip passes your entrance, you both know you're fucked. It feels too good, too fast, the stretch is intense but seems to add to the stimulation since your wetness makes the insert easy.

When he bottoms out, he forces himself to stay still for a moment as he holds himself up by his forearms, his face shoved in the crook of your shoulder, lips on your throat.

You feel him pulsing inside of you, and you purposely squeeze your walls around his thick length, whimpering in his ear.

"Please, please move Xuxi."

He doesn't make you wait another minute, sliding himself almost all the way out before pistoning himself back in, jolting you in the process.

He starts his pace, and you're not sure how long you're going to last with the way he's moving, like his hips are speaking to you in some other language all together. He's magnetic, curling his pelvis upwards each time he thrusts back into your sopping entrance.

"Fuuuuck, I'm all the way up there baby." He groans in astonishment, though it's like everytime he speaks your body reacts automatically.

You wrap your arms around his familiar shoulders and hike your thighs up further, prompting him to slip his hands underneath your knees and hold you like this, the position allowing him to fuck you with a new depth.

He refuses to move his mouth away from you still, his messy hair tickling your forehead as your mouths move with fervour.

The sounds in the room are lewd, the collision of your hips and his thick cock slipping in and out of your entrance, along with the smacking of your lips. It's hard to believe that it's all really happening.

"You feel-oh fuck you feel s-so good."

He falters only for a moment as he pants, losing focus as the sound of your voice sends chillbumps to rise across his skin. He hates that he's so close, trying his best to hold on, but you wrap around him so perfectly. He swears you are made for him.

"Gonna cum soon, I can't hold it." His voice trembles this time, and you cling onto him just as desperately as he clings to you, legs locked around his hips. His cock throbs with the need to release, and the sound of your voice as you whimper doesn't help.

"You're so big, Xuxi." The words tumble freely from your mouth, your tongue not able to be held as you look down in between your bodies to see him dissapearing inside of you.

It's like nothing he's ever felt, its all consuming, and even the wolf inside of him is wondering where in the hell you came from, to swoop him up and dazzle him like you did. He's never felt this type of pleasure before, it romances every nerve in his body, turns him into jelly.

It's when he thrusts at a particular angle and your face contorts into an image of pure bliss, tears of ectasy brimming in your glossy eyes, that he feels the coil in his belly finally unravel.

He stills as his lips part, the tip of his dick nudged against your cervix as he fills you to the brim, twitching as he lets out soft, sporatic moans through each sloppy thrust.

"F-fuck- mmm- oh fuck."

His seed is more abundant than the average human male, spilling from you generously and soaking your thighs. The feeling of being so stuffed along with the realization that he's whole and in your arms and you're both connected like this- it has you spiraling down after him.

You feel a warm tear fall down your cheek, the pleasure taking your breath- and your words- away for what seems like the hundredth time in just a short hour. It courses through your entire body and has your hips bucking slightly, skin sensitive to the touch.

He holds you through it, allows you to rock yourself against his half hard cock as you ride your high, his lips suckling any expanse of skin they can find.

He doesn't dare pull out yet, he's too content like this, and you haven't complained about his weight atop of you yet, so he selfishly allows himself to lie his head against your shoulder - button nose nudging your jaw- as your fingers run through his hair.

His arms wrap around your body like a cocoon, and you've never been so comfortable with somebody like this, the contact making you drunk.

"I always knew, you know." His voice is low and sleepy, his lilt genuine. Your breathing begins to syncronize, your fingertips tracing halfhearted patterns against his warm, soft back.

"What's that, hmm?" You reply, curious and with heavy eyes, heart nearly bursting with the adoration you feel fluttering in the pit of your belly.

He kisses your skin once more, gently, almost featherlight.

"That you'd be the one I fall in love with."

[headinthestaticsky]

Sanctuary with the Enthralling Moon: Jasper Hale x Fleur Swan, Chapter 4

Authors notes: I think this is my least favorite chapter I have wrote... but, I hope you guys like it anyway.

All rights go to Stephanie Meyer, none of the characters in Twilight are mine.

“Stay afloat When it feels like it's all going nowhere And you wanna know But the tide keeps trying to pull you under Let it go You can't fight the waves, boy, it's no wonder If you wanna grow Don't fight what's natural.”

Rush by, Kali Uchis

POV: Back to Fleurs.

Today I had woken up on my own and according to my alarm clock, it was already the afternoon. I stumbled down the stairs, almost running into a wall before making my way to the kitchen. I put my head on the table, trying wake myself up. It was crazy how fast the months had gone by. November and December came by in a flash and Leah and I had been hanging out more. I had almost dosed off in the kitchen when I heard my dad speak.

 “Hey Petal, Sam called... he wanted to see you today.”

“Sam? I didn’t except him to want to see me.”

“He was asking for you.”

“Okay, I’ll head down there now.”

I felt nervous on my way down there, I wondered why Sam was wanting to see me, why Bella was all of the sudden going down there. I stopped the car and sat there for a moment, collecting my nerves and unanswered questions and putting them in the back of my mind. When I got out I saw Sam, he looked pretty different from last year. His hair was cut short, he was way more buff, and he had a tattoo.

“Hey Fleur.”

“Sam.”

I sighed and then started walking toward the beach, Sam was trailing behind me.

“So... Jacob and Bella huh?” Sam started.

“What do you mean?”

“You haven’t heard anything about it?”

“No, Bella hasn’t had a civil conversation with me for a solid 5 months.”

“Oh... they’re apparently building dirt bikes down at Billy’s.”

“... She’s trying to kill herself... she won’t make it 5 inches without getting into some kind of accident.”

“Yeah...”

“Look... why did you call me? We haven’t talked for an entire year.”

“ I know you saw Leah yesterday, what did she say to you?.”

“We caught up, and then she told me what happened between you two. Why would you do that to her?”

“Do what?”

“Uh, break up with her after 3 years to then date and get engaged to her cousin? Someone who she was extremely close to mind you.”

“I wish I could tell you Fleur, but it’s complicated.”

“It seems to be all you do lately... You never explained to me why you didn’t want me to date Jasper so bad.”

“Because he’s a...”

“A what? Besides, I’m still dating him... I lived.”

“Of course you’re still with him. Your brain must’ve gotten fried back in Arizona.”

“Hey, don’t you dare insult my intelligence! What is with you? Why are you such a DICK all the time! Besides this isn’t about my relationship, this is about yours!”

“Don’t call me that Fleur.”

“Don’t insult me.”

“Hey, what’s going on down here?”

“Paul, stay out of this!”

“I’ll tell you whats going on, your friend here is being a complete dick!”

“Aww, did he hurt your feelings?” Paul said mockingly.

“Calling someone stupid tends to piss them off.”

“Well you don’t exactly look the intelligent type.”

I whipped my hand back and smacked him, He turned his head back around and started panting heavily. His face was red with anger and rage.

“Fleur... get back. Paul calm down.” Sam said

I slowly took a few steps back. All of the sudden Paul morphed into a wolf, I was frozen in my spot. Paul then took off, away from the beach.

“Sam... saying you turn into a wolf is not complicated... it’s pretty freaking clear. “hey Fleur... I turn into a giant ass werewolf.

“Come on, let’s head back to the house.”

“I would go with you... but I can’t move.”

Sam sighed before picking me up, he started running back down to the house.

“So... I’m going to assume being a werewolf has something to do with what happened Leah huh?”

“Yeah, it does...you see us werewolves have the ability to imprint on someone. This person could be a lover or just have a brother/sister relationship. We’re a protector to that person we imprint on.”

“So you imprinted on Emily...”

“Yeah, the second I locked eyes with her... I couldn’t stop myself from imprinting, it was as if someone else had over taken my body.”

“I get it now, you don’t really have a choice as to who it is, it chooses you.”

“Exactly.”

“Now that I got that part of the context clues it makes you seem way less of a dick...I’m sorry.”

“Don’t worry about it.”

“So... if your tribes legend is right, you know that the Cullens are vampires.”

“Yeah we do.”

“Listen, the Cullens are not bad people, they don’t even go after humans.”

“They’re still a bunch of leeches.”

“You need to have some faith in me here Sam. Jasper’s amazing, he would do anything for me. I would do anything for him... we protect each other. Even though, he does a lot more of the protecting than me.”

He sighed

“Okay, okay... I’ll trust him...  but that’s about as far as I will go on that.”

“It’s progress...”

Timeskip: A week later

It seems I was always going down to the reservation anymore after meeting Emily and having the whole imprinting thing cleaned up I was hanging around Sam a lot more. Today I was going to visit Billy and Jacob. I wanted to see if those rumors on the dirt bikes were true. Bella still wasn’t talking to me so... I would have to figure it out myself. When I got there I started walking toward an old red shed, I knocked on it, waiting for someone to answer.

“Come in!”

“Hey Jake, it’s been a while!”

“Fleur!” He ran toward me and spun me around in a hug.

“So are the rumors true? Where are the dirt bikes?”

“Yeah...what are you doing here Fleur.” Bellas voice had jumped in, venom leaked out of it.

“You haven’t talked to me in 3 months Bella. When I hear that you’re somewhere I have to investigate it... Me seeing you is a rare phenomena, it’s like it happens every 100 years.”

“Well you saw me, you can leave now.”

“Make me leave.”

“Okay you two, cool it. You can come with us if you want  We plan on riding the bikes down by the beach.”

“Oh...”

“No... she will not come with us.” Bella interrupted

“No don’t worry about it... I was going down to Sam’s I thought I would stop by on the way.”

Bella scoffed.

“Of course you’d hang out with Sam, Jake has told me about him, I heard he tries to influence people too.”

“Are you trying to insinuate that I made the Cullens leave, again?”

“Glad to know your brain still works.”

“I’m not starting this with you Bella, you’re not worth it I need to go, Emily is excepting me soon. It was nice to see you again Jake.” 

“Yeah, I’ll see you around.” Jake looked between us... he looked trapped, caught in the middle of our childish fight.

POV Change: Bella’s

“Can you believe her Jake? I know she’s just trying to get me in trouble with those bikes... she’s probably on her way home telling Dad right now.”

“What’s up with you and Fleur? I really don’t think she came here to find proof of you doing this just to tell your dad.”

“You don’t know her like I do, she’s a manipulator...”

“I’ve just never known Fleur to be like that...”

“You haven’t been around her long enough to know her like I do... Can we talk about something else please?”

“Sure... we need to go anyway.”

Timeskip: To Sam and Emily’s AND a POV Change: Back to Fleur

Emily was making food in the kitchen, she was excepting the rest of the pack to come over today so she had her hands full. I was peeling potatoes and carrots while talking to Emily. It was nice, it was like talking to an older sister.

“So you Bella aren’t doing so well?”

“No... it was so weird, we had been getting along a lot last year... Then all of sudden we got into a fight in Arizona and we haven’t been the same ever since...”

“I understand how you feel, It’s the same way with Leah and I. Ever since Sam and I got together... it just hasn’t been the same.”

“I might be able to help you out with this one... Let’s say that the situation with Sam was flipped. He was with you, vanished for a week, and then imprinted on Leah when he came back. It would be a lot to take in for someone... I don’t mean to make you sound like the bad guy but... if you put yourself in her shoes, you might understand her a bit better.”

“Yeah, you’re right... I couldn’t imagine how that must feel. But, what do I do?”

“Just give her sometime. I’m positive she’ll come around, the way she talks about you to me seems full of love. She just needs some time apart right now.”

‘Okay, that’s fair... I’ll give her some space... thanks Fleur.”

“No probl...”

“Fleur come quick! Bella hit her head she’s bleeding.” Jacob said, he was panting as he if he ran down here. His shirt was missing too.

“Damn it... I knew she shouldn’t of gotten on those bikes... She trips walking on a flat service with nothing in front of her.” 

I ran out of the house, Jake was running quickly behind me, I could see Bella leaning against her truck, holding Jake’s shirt on her head. 

“Do you need me to drive you to the hospital?” I asked.

Bella didn’t even look at me, her head was turned to the side.

“Look, you can still hold a grudge against me... we don’t have to talk the entire way. But you literally bleeding out of your head... you need patched up.”

Bella groaned in annoyance, before throwing me her keys. She opened the truck door and then slammed it shut.

“Thanks for tell me Jake, I better go,”

“No problem.”

We didn’t say one word to each other the entire trip to the hospital, nor did we talk the entire ride home. I of course, had to explain to dad why she had a patch on her head.

“She and Jake were walking on the beach, the sand was a bit too slippery and she fell and hit her head on a rock.”

A week had gone by, Bella was even more tense than usual. Jacob had stopped talking to her after an incident at the movie theater with her and Mike. At least, that’s what dad had told me. My dreams with Jasper were getting more real and intense. The last phone call I had with him seemed like the dreams were starting to get to them. 

Flashback to phone call.

“I saw you again, you were following me where ever I went, but you disappear before I can talk to you.”

“That’s so strange...”

“One day I’m going to call out for you, and you’re actually going to be there.”

“I hope so, I miss you so much.”

“I miss you too.”

Flashback over

“Petal, Harry and I are going on a fishing trip. Watch out for Bella, if she goes anywhere, follow her. I don’t know how she’s doing right now since Jake is talking to her... We don’t need another woods incident.”

“Sure, no problem.”

It seemed as soon as dad had left, Bella planned on leaving, I caught her before she could reach the door.

“Where are you going?”

“Does it matter?”

“No, I was just planning on going for a walk...I thought I would invite you to go with me.”

“Really? Where did you plan on walking then?”

“To the woods.” I lied on the spot

“Fine... I’ll go with you.”

We walked in the woods for a bit, the only sound I could hear was crunching underneath my feet.

“Do you know why Jake hasn’t talked to me?”

“No.” I half lied, I thought I knew what was happening...Billy had said Jacob had mono and he couldn’t even go outside. But, I thought he was changing, that he would become a werewolf soon. 

“Oh come on Fleur, I saw you two talking outside before you went to drive me to the hospital... You want me to be completely isolated from everyone.”

“Are... are you insane? Did that hit you took from the bike accident damage your brain somehow? All I did was thank him for bringing you back.”

“Whatever... this is all your fault!” Bella said, she then sprinted out in the woods, trying to lose me.”

“BELLA!” I yelled and began to chase after her. I found her quickly though, and I saw her hunched on the ground, picking at dead bits of grass. I heard rustling on the other side of the field. Bella heard it too and looked up, she then gasped.

“Laurent?” 

[imagine-loki]

What About Trust, Chapter 9

TITLE: What About Trust CHAPTER NO./ONE SHOT: Chapter 9 AUTHOR: fanficshiddles ORIGINAL IMAGINE: Imagine Loki owns a bookshop on Midgard. He had to do something there to try and avoid getting any attention. But he’s not fond of having customers, is rather grumpy and guarded. But then he meets a bright, bubbly and trusting young woman who doesn’t recognise him. To his dismay, he finds himself becoming rather fond of the mortal.  RATING: M

  Cleo wasn’t sure why she felt so nervous. She had never felt nervous about being around Loki at all before, so why now?

She paced back and fore in her flat again, making sure it was clean and tidy enough for a guest. But she also didn’t want him to think she always lived like this, so didn’t go completely nuts with putting away her books and vinyl’s, most of them were spilled out onto the floor around her record player in the corner of her living room.

‘God, I hope Luke doesn’t think less of me when he sees this place.’ She muttered to herself and nibbled on her nails.

His apartment had really surprised her with how large it was, it was stunning. She was obsessed with his den though. But in comparison, her flat was… small and boring. Though she loved it, or she thought she did until she saw Loki’s place.

But she was also thinking about the kisses they’d shared those three days ago… The development in their relationship just from that morning. If it could even be called a relationship? She wasn’t sure. She hadn’t seen him since then as she had been working, but she had tomorrow off so thought it was a good idea to invite him over for dinner so she could cook this time.

Now she was wishing she’d asked him out somewhere instead.

The buzzer going off alerted her that it was far too late to go back on now. But when she rushed over and answered through the comms, hearing his voice instantly put her at ease and made her feel fuzzy inside.

‘Come on up.’ She said happily as she pressed the unlock button for the door.

By the time she got to her door, Loki was just coming up the stairs. He surprised her by giving her a bunch of flowers and a box of chocolates.

‘Aww, you big softie.’ She grinned up at him.

He leaned down and kissed her gently on the lips, making her heart flutter. ‘I can be soft when I want to be.’ He smirked, making her laugh.

‘Come on in.’ She stepped back and motioned him into her flat. ‘It’s uhm… Nothing special, especially compared to your place.’ She said sheepishly.

Loki shook his head. ‘Nonsense, darling. It’s perfect. So homely and cosy.’ He grinned as he looked around, loving how compact it was. It felt secure. The only reason he had a larger place by choice was to try and impress Thor, which did the trick.

While Cleo put the flowers into a vase, Loki took the time to have a nosey through her books and records. He also found a drawer that was filled with photographs from over the years, of her with family and friends. It made him smile to see.

‘Oh god, you found the dreaded drawer.’ She laughed as she brought a drink through from the kitchen for them both.

Loki grinned as he continued looking through some of them. He found some baby pictures and cooed over how adorable she was as a baby, while she just hid her face behind her hands the entire time. Then to her relief he finally joined her on the sofa. She had music playing, she’d set the record player up earlier before he arrived.

‘Who’s this playing?’ He asked curiously, rather enjoying the poppy type of music. It was annoyingly catchy he thought.

‘It’s Maroon 5. They’re one of my favourites.’ Cleo grinned. ‘Do you like them?’

Loki shrugged nonchalantly. ‘They’re alright, I suppose.’ Making her laugh.

‘I hope home-made pizza is ok for dinner. I’m not the best at cooking, but I have been told my pizzas are the bomb.’ Cleo said when the timer went off in the kitchen.

‘Sounds wonderful.’ Loki assured her, then a mischievous smile broke out. ‘I’m sure it won’t be any worse than the pizza from the takeaway in piccadilly gardens.’

‘Hey! That place is abysmal and should not be allowed to remain open.’ She growled at him as she headed through to the kitchen.

Loki chuckled. There was a place that was well known for how bad its pizzas were. How it was still even open was a complete mystery to everyone.

His eyes widened when he went through to the table to sit down and he saw the pizzas. They looked amazing, and smelled even better.

‘The tomatoes and onions are home grown.’ She said proudly as she passed Loki a plate and napkins.

‘I’m impressed. But let’s see what the taste test does.’ He teased her and cut a bit off to try.

She waited with bated breath to see if he would like it or not. His face was rather passive as he savoured the taste and evaluated it. But he went over the top, just taking his sweet time and humming now and then. Eventually he swallowed it, then made smacking noises as he continued to ‘taste’ it.

‘Now you’re just being a dick.’ Cleo grumbled at him, glaring across the table at him.

His face broke out into a large grin and he laughed. ‘I couldn’t resist… But wow, this is one of the best pizzas I’ve ever tasted, honestly. It’s delicious!’ He said and tucked straight into more.

Cleo beamed in delight as she started on hers as well.

‘I made the tomato sauce for it myself too, again with my own tomatoes.’

‘Very impressive indeed. But there is just one, little bad thing…’ He said before quickly eating a bit more. She felt her stomach drop. Oh no…

‘You are going to need to make me pizza on a daily basis now, because this is far too good for a one off.’

Cleo laughed and felt relieved that that was the only bad thing.

‘I’m not sure about daily, but I could certainly try weekly or fortnightly at least.’ She suggested.

‘Pizza date night sounds a delightful idea for a weekly occasion.’ Loki winked at her, making her blush.

‘Only if you do waffles weekly for me?’ She asked innocently and fluttered her eyelashes at him.

‘I’m sure that can be arranged.’ He purred. ‘Do I take it that means I can stay the night?’ He chanced asking, wolfing the last bit of his pizza down with a moan.

‘If you want to… of course you can. I don’t think I have a spare toothbrush though…’ She trailed off when Loki reached into his suit jacked and pulled out his toothbrush, a cheeky glint in his eye as she burst out laughing.

‘Ok, you’re prepared.’

‘Always.’ He grinned, then his eyes landed on her plate. She hadn’t touched her last bit for a few minutes. ‘Are you going to finish that?’

Cleo laughed again and slid the plate towards him. ‘Be my guest.’

-

After dinner and a glass of wine, Cleo took Loki down to her garden plot to show him what she was growing.

‘I thought you said it was a small plot you had?’ Loki nudged her playfully with his elbow.

‘It is!’

‘It’s quite substantial in my eyes.’

It was a good size. She had two rows of carrots, a row of onions and three rows of potatoes. Along with some strawberry plants and a raspberry bush. Surrounding the paved area where the greenhouse was, she had some potted flowers and borders with some perennial shrubs in it as well as some annual flowers at the front, it was really beautiful. The vegetable plants were covered with netting to stop the birds getting them. She had a small greenhouse where her tomato plants were growing, along with a few cucumber plants as well, that were slowly starting to grow.

‘What are these?’ Loki asked as he pointed to a tray with lots of tiny seedlings just sprouting.

‘Marigolds. They’re one of my favourite flowers. I bought a window pot for outside my bedroom, the sun always hits it for most of the day. So I plan to put them into there once they’re ready.’ She said excitedly.

‘Are these lava pebbles?’ He asked as he scooped up some of the light, small, pebbles that layered the shelves in the greenhouse.

‘Yep. They hold the heat really well and some moisture, they’re perfect for when everything is in early stages of growing.’ She nodded.

‘I really wouldn’t have taken you for much of a green thumb, being honest.’ He smirked. ‘But this is all incredible. My mother would’ve loved you.’ He blurted out.

‘Did she enjoy gardening?’ Cleo asked as she leaned against the shelf, feeling warmed inside that he thought his mother would love her.

‘She did enjoy tending to her gardens.’ Loki nodded and smiled fondly as he thought about her. ‘Especially flowers… You would’ve loved our gardens we had at home.’

Cleo reached over and lightly touched his hand with the tips of his fingers. He looked down and smiled as they tangled their fingers together.

‘She sounds like she was a lovely woman. You speak really fondly of her, it’s really nice.’ Cleo said quietly.

Loki felt a little tight chested, but he focused on Cleo. ‘I… I really miss her.’ He admitted. ‘I didn’t exactly do her proud when she was alive.’

Cleo frowned and squeezed his hand. ‘She would be proud of you now. Owning your own bookshop, with an amazing apartment.’

Loki smiled at the way she was trying to make him feel better. He wished he could open up to her properly, that she knew…

He turned more towards Cleo and tucked her hair back behind her ear, then he cupped her cheek and leaned down to kiss her. Their lips moulded together slowly, tasting each other. Loki slipped his other hand around her to her lower back, he gently pressed her into him so their bodies were flush together.

When they parted, she was rather flustered and so was he. He rubbed his thumb up and down her cheek and smiled. Then she started laughing a bit.

‘What is it?’ He raised an eyebrow.

‘It’s just… You’re too tall. I was on my tiptoes there and still could barely reach you, like out of a movie.’

Loki chuckled and simply kissed her again. Making sure to lean down even further this time for her.

They went back inside after sharing a few more kisses in the greenhouse. Loki plucked one of her books from the shelf and sat down on the sofa to read aloud to her. She loved his voice, so was in utter heaven when she lay down with her head on his lap. He couldn’t resist stroking her hair while he read, it was such a peaceful position to be in with the woman he wanted to be with. Neither of them could imagine a better evening, or better company.

Cleo was definitely starting to see a real soft side to him, that she had known was there from the start really. Though she would always love his mischievous and snarky attitude, too.

The two of them stayed up quite late, reading books and listening to music. Talking about some songs and the meanings of certain lyrics. Bickering playfully about some of it, too. When it was time for bed, Loki assumed he would be on the sofa.

But when Cleo got into her pjs she went to the living room and saw Loki in his boxers, sorting out the cushions on the sofa. Her breath was caught momentarily as she looked at his body, she knew he was strong but she never realised how fit he truly was under his clothes.

‘Uhm… You uh, can share my bed if you want? There should be room. The sofa isn’t exactly the comfiest.’ She said a little shyly.

‘Are you sure?’ Loki asked, surprised but pleased she asked.

‘Of course.’ She nodded a bit over eagerly, making him grin as he walked over to her. ‘Though you are warned, I am a fidget while I sleep. So I am not responsible for any injuries that may occur to you during the night from possible kicks or punches.’ She said as she headed into the bedroom and got into bed.

Loki threw his head back with laughter as he followed her though. ‘Well, there is only one solution for that.’ He growled and leapt into bed with her under the quilt, she started giggling when he grabbed her and pulled her back flush against his front and he playfully, and lightly, bit her shoulder.

‘I will just keep you locked in my arms for the night… For my own safety, of course.’ He hummed and nuzzled his nose into her hair.

‘Of course, for safety.’ She giggled. Though she had a feeling that he was big on affection, it seemed, once he got to know and trust someone. And she certainly didn’t mind that, at all.

She went to sleep with the biggest smile on her face as she was encased in his protective and warm embrace. Though it took a little while for her racing heart to calm down enough for her to sleep.

[yamithediaperdork]

Big Brother Loves you (Digimon)

Matt was riding cloud nine as he got ready for his date with Sora. no one was threatening the digi or real world, things with him and Sora were going great, and the sales of the new lone wolf's CD meant he had money to burn.

There were only two dark clouds in his sunny sky line was the fact TK had become more and more aggressive as of late, and belittling of Matt, because of the second problem: Matt had started bed wetting again.

It wouldn't of been so bad if TK didn't live with Matt, his share of the rent being paid by their parents and likewise for his food. and with school out all TK did was work out and lounge around the apartment while Matt had to mange the lone wolfs, keeping up gigs and doing band practice.

Since the accidents had started TK was always calling Matt 'little brother' or 'baby bro' or worse 'pissy pants' and after the fifth accident had gone out and gotten -4- packs of overnight diapers, using Matt's debit card.

when Matt had gone to say something about it TK had balled up a fist and brought it in like he was gonna punch Matt, making the older boy yelp and almost piss himself.

"That's what I thought. wear these to bed on your own Or I'll diaper you pissy pants. and If I diaper you, you're wearing the diapered till they're wet AND messy." TK had said and his evil smile left NO doubt in Matt's mind that he would follow though.

Still all that was behind him. He had booked a table at one of the finest restaurants in the city for him and Sora and then he'd gotten them a spot at the hottest club in town for drinks and dancing and finally reserved a hotel room for them.

It was going to be the perfect night and just thinking about Matt's head was up in the clouds, in a pair of black dress pants and a light green dress shirt that he didn't notice when TK came in, till his bully of a little brother spoke up.

"Oh my, your all dressed up for tonight! going out with the slut?" TK asked, smirking and leaning against the wall.

"D-Don't call Sora that, and yes, we're going out. Tonight's gonna be the night when we give yourself to each other. she's gonna be my first and I'm gonna be here." Matt said hotly.

"Awww, that's cute! you think she hasn't been ridding cock while waiting on you to build up the nerve to wreck her shit?" TK laughed. "Look baby bro, Let me spare you some time. That bitch has been putting out for any cock she could get her hands on, as long as it's 7 inches or more. Your little 4 inch wonder stands NO chance and let's be honest, your gonna blow your load in your pants before getting that far like you did during that slow dance at Joe's graduation party."

Matt was blushing super bad now, recalling the incident. Sora had been in a stunning gown, he'd been in a tux and halfway though the slow dance he'd creamed his pants so bad he'd stained her dress.

"T-That won't happen this time! Look, you're getting the house all to yourself tonight so just shut up and go plan a party alright?!" Matt huffed and Clenched a fist.

"Wait, your going out overnight? You sure Sora's gonna be ok with your 'little' problem?" TK said, noting Matt's fist and clearly not worried. "I doubt she's gonna wanna keep dating you after you piss on her in your sleep, and ditto when she see's you in your bed time diapies."

"Look asshole, just butt out of it and leave me alone or I'll-" Matt huffed, storming over and trying to get in TK's face, though due to a growth spurt TK was now the taller of them.

"You'll WHAT?" TK asked, and grabbed Matt by the collar with his left arm and hand and lifted him up off his feet and balled his hand into a fist and pulled his right arm back.

Without waiting for a answer Tk's threw the punch, though it stopped JUST in front of Matt's face the effect was instant and a hissing was heard as Matt's crotch dampened, then piss ran down his legs and puddled on the floor.

"That's what I thought bitch. I think your girlfriend deserves a night out with a real man." TK said and dropped Matt onto his ass, into the smelly puddle. "Get that mess cleaned up and then take a shower and meet me in my room. I'm gonna get you ready for the night."

With the mess cleaned up and Matt in the shower, TK listened to the soft sobs of shame and smiled even as he picked up his cell phone and starting to make a text message.

He'd gotten Sora's number from Matt's phone awhile back, and they had chatted off and on with TK asking her not to tell Matt he was messaging her, claiming Matt was the jealous type. So it was child's play to not only write a message explaining the full details of what kind of a loser Matt was, but to send her a few pictures of Matt in all his diaper bitch glory.

TK: Hey Sora, heard bout you and Matt's special night and I think there are some things you need to know about him.

Sora: Oh hey TK.

Like what?

TK: Well you already know he's a quick shot lol

Did he tell you how small he is?

Sora: LOL everyone knows about the quick shot thing.

Wait why do you know his cock size?

just how close are you two!?

TK: Well I know how 'big' he is because of his other other problem. He's a bed wetter and wears diapers to bed

Sora: LOL

Nice try TK

If your jealous just say so.

TK: Hey I'm not just blowing smoke. I got pictures and a video of him humping his huggies.

Sora: Surrre you do.

TK smirked and select a few of his favorite Matt pictures. one with him in just a diaper, on his back, hugging a teddy bear and sucking on his thumb in his sleep.

Anther with him holding a clearly soaked diaper away from him, holding it with just his index finger and thumb and holding his nose, in just a old white t-shirt.

and his favorite and most damning, Matt blushing and eyes closed, holding out a diaper and making it look like he was asking whoever took the picture (AKA him) to diaper him.

Sora: OMG O.O

TK: Still think I'm lying? XD

Sora: What the fuckkkk.. This looks less like bed wetting and more like he's a big fucking baby!!!!!

TK: XD well to be fair he loved being teased and treated like a little guy, so sometimes I wonder if he's still bed wetting.

or just using it as a excuse for huggies.

Sora: Wait, you said there was a video?

Let me see!!!

TK: heh, ok. it's about 5 min. long. perfect timing because piddle pants just got out of the shower after wetting himself LOL.

With the video sent to Sora, TK set his phone down and tugged out the extra pack of diapers he kept under his bed in case Matt ever tried to get out of wearing by saying he had used up all the ones in his room.

unlike Matt's normal bedtime diaper though, these were three times thicker and instead of being a basic white they had a nursery print on them.

there was a knock on his door and then it opened, and TK smirked, with the pack of 'little wussies, the baby diaper for big boys' sitting out on his bed and watching Matt's eyes go big and wide as he say what he would be wearing.

"T-TK no! please!" Matt mewed, his towel dropped to the floor and on his knees, hands together and begging. "I can't wear a diaper THAT thick out! Sora will notice fore sure! I'll be a good boy and wear one of the other diapers!"

TK thought about it for a second, but with Sora already told he figured it was too late for that fun.

"Relax Matt, I swear, Your not going out tonight in one of these diapers.Or in any diapers for that matter." TK said, coming over and tugging his so called big brother to his feet, a look of relief washing over Matt's face then replaced with confusion.

"Then.. why did you ha-" he started to ask, but TK cut him off.

"Because your not going out tonight. you're going to stay home and be tucked in bed save and sound like the little guy you are. I'M going to go out on your date with Sora and fuck her rotten..all on your dime." TK said and smirked.

"I..what!? Sora would NEVER agree to that! you can't do this!" Matt fumed and stomped a food.

"that's where your wrong. I might of texted her and gave her the impression your a closet diaper baby and she's more then a little shock. Right now she's watching a video of you humping your diapers while lisping about how much you love them." TK chuckled.

"But..but..You MADE me do that, you said if I didn't you were gonna kick my ass and lock me out for the night!!" Mat whined.

"Well -YOU- know that. and -I- know that. But who do you think Sora's gonna believe? the stud or the bed wetting loser?" TK asked smirking then giving Matt a look."Now, Your going in one of these diapers and your gonna pose for a picture to send to Sora one way or anther. we can do this the easy way where you let me do what I want, or the hard way where I spank your butt red and diaper you and take a picture anyways. Since I'm gonna get laid tonight I'm feeling generous and I'll let you pick: good boy or bad boy?"

Matt balled up his fists, looking ready to fright, starting to take a fighting stance.. then just dropped it and slumped forward, head hanging down.

"...I'll be a good boy." Matt said in a defeated voice, even as tears started to slide down his cheeks.

"Smart choice Mattie."

Sora couldn't believe what she was seeing as she watched the video over and over, waiting on TK to come back. Her so called stud in a diaper and humping his bed, moaning and coo'ing how much he 'wuv'ed his diapies' till he cried out and clearly creamed himself.

Sora was torn as she watched the video. On one hand she was upset that Matt had hidden this from her, She'd of never picked him over Tai if she had known he was a goo goo gaga diaper dork.

But on the other he WAS kinda cute in a pathetic sort of way and he WAS making decent coin.

"I suppose I could just blackmail to pay me to keep his dirty little secret." Sora mused out loud.

that DID leave her without a man though, Making her frown a little till she recalled just how in shape TK was and he was pretty good looking.

"then again small dicks might run in the family." she mused.

her phone buzzed and when she looked at the messages she was treated to a picture of Matt in just a babyish and thick diaper, tear stained cheek and holding up a sign that read 'plz dump me and go out with TK, He's hung.'

And to prove the point neck to Matt's tear stained face was a thick and long cock, ready to rub on the loser's cheek.

"..Well that settles that."

Still something like this shouldn't be done over a text, she was a proper lady after all and called TK's number instead.

As the phone rang TK smirked, tugging his pants back up and looking over at Matt.

"I wonder who that could be~" he snickered and answered. "Hello? Oh hey Sora... yeah that was my cock.... Uh-huh I thought as much. Sure you can still come over. I'll be getting a shower in and getting dressed for the night after I get the baby fed and put to bed." TK said, glancing over at a clock showing it was only 5:45 pm. "Hmm? Oh yeah, he's right here. Of course you can talk to him!"

Tk pulled the phone away from his ear and smirked at the sniffling Matt and held it out.

"It's for you diaper boy, Your 'girlfriend' wants to talk."

Matt whined and reached out, shaking as he took the cell phone and slowly put it to his ear.

"H-Hi Sora..L-Look I ca-" he started, but was cut off.

"There's nothing to explain Matt. I know everything. while I'll admit your a cute little pamper packer,I'm more into men who can get their rocks off without having to be pampered. So consider this your noticed that we're done, over, No more. I'll still come by and tease you but I'm going to be dating TK from now on." Sora said, a sharp edge to her voice and Matt felt the tears starting up again.

"But..but.." he whimpered.

"No butt's diaper boy. Now I will be nice and keep your love of huggies to myself and save your music career from flopping but my silence isn't for free. you're going to be spoiling me like the princess I am. Understood?" She asked.

"..I..Yes Sora." Matt whimpered and sobbed. "C-Can we at least still be friends?"

"heh, Awww~ How cute..and I'm gonna say not really. I'll put up with you when i've over there to be with TK but that's about it. I'm not gonna go out of my way to talk to you or be nice but I will make a effort not to make you cry, mostly because I hate the sound of bawling babies. Maybe if your a good boy and super spoil me I'll watch you hump a stuffie or whatever it is diaper losers like you do. Anyways, that's all I had to say to you, put your BIG brother back on the phone."

Matt was sobbing too hard at this point to say anything and rubbing his eyes with one hand, he held out the phone with the other.

TK took it back and ruffled Matt's hair.

"Thanks buddy. why don't you go and make yourself a bowl of cereal for your supper while the adults talk." TK said and Matt could hear Sora laughing.

Too defeated to argue, Matt nodded and started to stand up.

"what do you think your doing Mattie? In this house babies CRAWL." TK said.

Matt just whimpered and nodded, and on all fours crawled out of the room.

Tummy full of milk and cheerio's, Matt was put in a light green t-shirt that read 'diaper bitch' on the front in black text and was given a cock sharped pacifier with a green mouth guard to suck on, the dick being only 3 inches thankfully.

"There, you can picture it's yours and your getting a blow job as you got night night." TK snickered as he tucked Matt into his bed.

there was still sunlight coming into the room, even with his curtains closed.

"now I expect you to have that paci in your mouth and for that same diaper to still be on when I get back tomorrow morning, and I signed my name on the back of that diaper. I'll know if you removed it or changed it." TK warned.

Matt mewed and suckled on his paci and nodded he understood.

"I'll be taking your wallet of course and spoiling Sora, but if your a good little boy I might get you some baby toys. Have a good sleep loser, and dream about the pounding your EX girlfriend is gonna get." TK said and kissed Matt's forehead and headed for the door.

Pausing in the door frame he paused and looked over his shoulder.

"Oh and one last thing..remember big brother loves you~"

the end

[ascottywrites]

AO3 History

That list that I, for some reason, think is valid enough to share. My personal Ao3 History. 

Saddle up. The inner interests of my brain are kind of all over the place. 

The Basement by My_Write_Life (Wip: 25/? | 40,696) Teen Wolf: Sterek [Rated E]

Stiles doubles back to the Argent’s house to free Erica and Boyd before making it back home. In which Stiles, not forgetting all about Erica and Boyd very much remaining in the basement saves them, Derek and Peter killing Jackson does make him go through the process of rebirth but he is brought back human and not a werewolf. Allison and her family go through the very legal repercussions of abducting three teenagers and Scott and Stiles friendship is put on hold because of that. Derek’s still the alpha.

Strip by Fessst (Wip: 12/? | 54,439) Teen Wolf: Sterek [Rated E]

"Singletail whip. Your favorite, isn't it?" Red. Stiles felt nauseated as he bent over the bench. Red. The tremble only increased when his wrists and ankles were secured with leather straps. Red. He heard the Dom behind him give a sample crack of the whip in the air. Red. This would likely pierce his skin. So fucking Red. "What's your safeword?" Red. "Stiles?" "The... the stoplights, Sir."

When Your Back’s Against the Wall by A_Diamond, Michicant123 (Complete: one-shot | 11,976) Teen Wolf: Sterek [Rated E]

Fifteen years ago, the country of Beacon was shaken to its core when three slaves murdered most of the royal Hale family and one of the politically powerful Argents in the course of a single night.

Six years ago, Stiles Stilinski was forced to grow up fast and hard when his dying mother, herself a freed slave, left him at the head of an abolitionist revolution.

Two months ago, beloved princess-to-be Allison Argent was assassinated; three weeks ago, Stiles was caught and charged with her death.

Five hours ago, he was sentenced to serve the remaining Hales—tyrannical King Peter and reclusive Prince Derek—as a slave for the rest of his life. In a palace where the only people who may hate him more than the king are the ever-present family of the woman he’s convicted of murdering, the best he can hope for is that death will only be a few torturous years away.

Caution: swallowing dick may lead to injury - memoirs of a size queen

by

raeupchen (Complete: one-shot | 7,115) Teen Wolf: Sterek [Rated E]

“Derek, can you give me my phone? I want to document this memorable moment,” Stiles said, before making grabby motions in the direction of his phone. Derek – unable to deny the other man anything – gave him the device before sitting back in his chair. He only raised one eyebrow when he saw what Stiles was up to. Apparently ‘documenting this memorable moment’ meant for Stiles to take a selfie and post it online. He showed Derek the picture with the caption ‘Dick sent me to the ER’.

soulmates tbh by bleep0bleep (Complete: one-shot | 1,423) Teen Wolf: Sterek [Rated Teen and Up] 

"It’s been five months," Derek says darkly. "Why am I still getting these proposals? You know these are probably all fake marks."

Five months since the paparazzi had snapped that photo of him with the overzealous fan tugging at his shirt, five months since millions of people on the Internet realized that the birthmark revealed was in fact, the mark, five months Derek was inundated by claims from people who desperately wanted him to believe that they were his soul-mate.

Cornerstone by Vendelin for foreverblue_navy (Complete: 6/6 | 83,738) Teen Wolf: Sterek [Rated E]

Suffering from PTSD, ex-Marine Derek Hale moves back to Beacon Hills to open a bookshop and find a calmer life. That’s where he meets Stiles, completely by accident. Stiles is talkative, charming and curious. Somehow, despite the fact that he’s blind, he’s able to read Derek like no one else.

The Triskelion Mafia - Volume I by JamesAlexander (Complete: 10/10 | 20,834) Teen Wolf: Sterek [Rated E]

Derek Aletto saw his family being killed in front of him. Years of ruling the underworld of the organized crime were flushed down with the flames and the shot of a gun. Sixteen years later, under the name of the Triskelion Mafia, the family is back, leaded by Derek. He keeps his most trusted people close, for the Argento family is forever watching, trying to usurp Derek's prestige among the hidden world of New York. And everything seems to go according to plan, until the Argentos set an ambush for Derek's consigliere, Lydia Martini, and in the middle of the rush for survival, she ends up bringing Stiles along with her to the family's hideout.

tipping scales by jdphoenix (Complete: 2/2 | 3,810) Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D.: BioSpecialist [Rated Teen and Up] 

An early morning emergency wakes Jemma and Grant.

Slick As A Baby Seal by Faradaze (Wip: 52/? | 131,098) Game Of Thrones: Brimund TarthBane [Rated E]

Tormund is in love/lust. Brienne is repulsed, then intrigued. The story begins shortly after Brienne arrives at Castle Black. This is my interpretation and expansion of the greatest ship that never was. Spoilers for GoT season 6, canon divergent as of season 7.

Rich Man, Poor Man by TyReed (Complete: 10/10 | 58,055) Teen Wolf: Sterek [Rated M]

During a first date gone horribly wrong, Stiles Stilinksi realizes that the snarky guy he's been asked out by is actually Derek Hale, an heir to Hale Industries, one of the most profitable companies in the entire world. Who is, for whatever reason, interested in the son of a teacher and a cop, a loser who spends all weekend watching movies in his pajamas, and who is also possibly one of the biggest dorks on the Internet.

At the same time, after screwing up their first date horribly, Derek Hale realizes that the funny guy he's asked out is Stiles Stilinksi, the warmest and kindest individual he's ever met in his life, with a family just a loving and caring. Who is, for whatever reason, interested in a guy who screws up everything he does, lacks any semblance of a backbone, and who is possibly one of the biggest history dorks in all of the United States.

These rich and poor men will come to experience a taste of each other's lives, and learn where the real blessings in the world can be found.

Bonds of Blood, Bonds of Family, Bonds of Love by TyReed (Complete: 10/10 | 44,003) Teen Wolf: Sterek [Rated M]

After being beaten up by a door, werewolf Stiles Stilinksi finds himself bonded to Derek Hale, of the Hale Noble Bloodline. For a scrawny, wimpy, Tainted Bloodline werewolf, Stiles runs away, embarrassed and humiliated as he worries about bringing shame to the Hale Family, and even more shame to himself. Because the Nobles and Tainted just don't mix, never have, never will.

Except, things aren't exactly what they seem.

With the help of the (meddling) Hale family, his adoptive (meddling) human parents John and Claudia Stilinksi, and one very persistent Alpha Derek Hale, Stiles might come to see himself as more than just the blood that runs through his veins, and open his heart to find the happiness, friends, pack, and the family that he'd always wanted.

Matenapped by xcaellachx (Complete: 12/12 | 36,671) Teen Wolf: Sterek [Rated E]

Alpha Derek Hale has known Spark Stiles Stilinski was his mate for over six years. The traumatized Spark had killed the rogue alpha who tried to kill his friend so many years ago and was still scarred by the experience. Now, Stiles was settled in as a magic shop owner and Derek was ready to claim him for his own. The ritual of matenapping was an old but accepted tradition and Derek had his den ready to receive his mate. It was time.

Stiles Stilinski thought Lydia was insane for thinking the sexy alpha wanted to matenap him. He was damaged by his past and determined to stay single so he didn't harm anyone. He kept his magic tightly leashed and couldn't believe that anyone could want him. Not a murderer. Even when the wolf came to see him and touched him gently, winking at him and looking at him longingly, he just couldn't accept it.

Very soon, Stiles wouldn't have a choice but to believe it. Derek was taking his mate and bringing him to his mating den where he would court and woo him until he couldn't help but fall in love with him.

(A/N: This is a lighthearted fic for the most part. This isn't an evil kidnapping/fall in love with your captor type. Not very serious at all, to be honest. Enjoy!)

**I could have sworn I had more eclectic tastes but I guess in 2018 I was firmly about the Sterek.