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realityescapee01 · 1 year

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Inviting

Stiles doesn't make rush decisions. The one time he did, he ended up living with Theo fucking gorgeous Raeken under one roof.

In their house. Even the sheriff was surprised.

"No way!!! There's no way I'll be letting you out there doing evil mastermind things. You're living with me so I can keep an eye on your treacherous ass!" Was what brought Stiles to this situation.

So here they are, sharing a living room, bathroom, dining room, his bedroom, his bed.

And him, snuggling tightly with Theo at night as they sleep.

Stiles woke up and found himself hugging Theo. A shirtless Theo. The chimera charging it to his body being too warm, he can't sleep with a shirt on.

Stiles's arms were wrapped and resting comfortably around Theo. Head on Theo's bare chest and snuggly tucked between it and the chimera's neck and chin. Stiles took a deep breath ready to sit up, stand up, jump away, anything to get himself untangled from Theo. As he did, Theo's scent filled his nostrils.

Strangely, it's comforting. It smelled good. It made him lean his head back in the warm hug and continue sleeping.

'...No! Wake up! what the fuck!' Stiles scolded himself and untangled himself from Theo, rather harshly, and had woken Theo up with it too.

The chimera groaned a bit, sounding a little... inviting, and then he opens his eyes, only to see Stiles out of bed. Staring at him with mixed facial expressions. Confusion, anger, suspicion.

"Good morning, Stiles." Theo said in his morning voice.

A morning voice Stiles admits sounded very hot.

"W-What the hell Theo!!!" Stiles put his arms around himself, as if covering himself. He is not naked though.

"What?" Theo, still sleepy, sat up rubbing his eyes.

"Don't act like you don't know!" Stiles was stomping his foot.

"Stiles... I may know a lot of things, but I'm no mind reader, specially in the mornings."

"You hugged me! While I was sleeping! Maniac!"

Theo blinked a few times and scoffed "Correction, you are the one who hugged me."

"What??? Why would I do that?!? You're liar."

Theo sighed "Stiles, you should know by now that I don't lie to you."

Stiles was silent a while but still stood by his accusation.

"If you want..." Theo gets out of bed, stretching in front of Stiles, rather too closely. "...you could check your camera on your desk." Theo whispered to Stiles's ear, too close, that his lips brushed the earlobe.

Stiles had to step away and was blushing as he did. "How'd you know that?!?" He did install a secret camera to monitor Theo while he's at school.

Theo just chuckled "I know you well, Stiles."

Stiles narrowed his eyes and then stomped towards the camera to hook it up to his phone and watch. To finally see if he or Theo was right.

He reviewed the footage. And it goes:

They were lying in bed, asleep, back turned on each other, he was on the side near the wall and Theo near the window. Theo shifted to face Stiles's back. A few minutes more, Stiles turned and faced Theo too. Then he reached out, his arms laid on Theo's arm.

Then he inched closer to Theo. He snuggled to Theo. The chimera woke up and tried to wake Stiles up and take him off of him, much to his dismay actually, but he doesn't want Stiles to get angry the next morning.

Stiles groaned and kept snuggling to Theo, even tighter. So the chimera let him. And they slept like that. Hugging.

"Uhm..." Stiles stopped the playback.

Theo was just looking at him with a smirk.

"W-What?!?" Stiles was red all over.

"I think I deserve an apology."

"... Nah!" Stiles just shrugged him off and went downstairs for breakfast.

When he reached the kitchen, the sheriff was taking eggs off the fryer. He asked what happened, he heard Stiles's foot stomps and some arguing.

"Oh, nothing dad." Stiles sat on the counter.

"... You seemed to be sleeping well. Didn't awake from a nightmare for a long time." The sheriff noted. He was always listening and alert in case Stiles wakes up screaming. Since Theo moved in, he gets to sleep better, he doesn't worry about the nightmares anymore.

Stiles remembered the first night Theo moved in. He made Theo sleep on a mattress on the floor by the window. Then he awoke screaming from a nightmare. Theo hugged him immediately, just like how his dad does when this happens. The sheriff was out on shift that time. He has no one but Theo with him then. Theo continued holding him until he calmed down. Until he fell back to sleep. Then after that, Theo would sleep beside him from time to time, most likely because he smells panic and fear from Stiles while he sleeps. And then Stiles just started letting him sleep on the bed with him.

Thinking back, he really did sleep well. He knows he doesn't sleep straight to the morning. He always has nightmares or wakes up a few times throughout.

'Was it because of...' Stiles thought as he put the eggs between two bread toasts.

"Good morning." Theo said as he entered the kitchen. Still shirtless.

"Hey." The sheriff greeted him. He left the food on the counter and headed out for morning shift. "See you later, kids."

The sheriff shook his head as he stepped out of the house. He still just can't believe his son, Stiles, invited Theo to live with them. Stiles saying it is to keep an eye on Theo after everything. After Monroe, Theo proved to be beneficial to the pack, and of course, not to mention getting Stiles back from the Wild Hunt.

The kid was living in his truck. And Stiles doesn't want him, a "treacherous, villainy, evil manipulator" <-- Stiles's words -- out there, free and roaming about.

So Theo has been living with them for a month now. He stays back during school days though, because Stiles doesn't want his dad paying for the chimera to go to school. They have enough debt as it is.

"You stay in my room, got it? Don't go anywhere! I see you!" Stiles waving his phone hooked to the camera in his room.

"Fine." Theo said, taking the breakfast upstairs.

"I'm going to school now. Bye, Theo. Behave, huh?" Stiles teased.

Stiles drove to school only to send a chat to Theo after a few minutes.

-Hey, Theo, come get me here- with a direction just a few houses down.

-I can't, I have to stay here, remember?- Theo retorted.

-😤😡🤬 Theo! Just come get me. And don't you dare make me say please.- Stiles replied with various angry emojis.

Theo laughed at how cute it looked like. He tossed a shirt on and went to where Stiles is.

The jeep had broken down again. And they had to push it back to the house.

"Ugh! I'm late!"

"Here. Just take my truck." Theo offers him his keys.

Stiles stared at it a while.

"I'd drive you to school, but I had to stay in the house." Theo had a little grin on.

"Well... I'd love to be driven to school. You can come out of the house, for today." Stiles said, smiling widely.

Theo had to look down and smile too. He doesn't want Stiles to know he has that much power over him. Stiles only had to ask and he'd do literally anything, anything at all for him. He would make impossible possible for Stiles.

"Fine."

So Theo drove Stiles to school. Surprising Scott and Liam. But delighting Corey.

"Theo!" Corey ran towards the driver's side. "How are you doing?" He was so glad. After all, it's just him and Theo, the only chimeras, left in Beacon Hills. And Theo did train him and taught him well before.

"I'm fine, Cor." Theo reached out to mess Corey's hair.

"Hey, Theo... could you, maybe, pick me up after school too?" Stiles was enjoying it. He is keeping eye on Theo and gets to have conveniences like this. Might as well get a little getting back at the chimera for everything.

"You're enjoying this too much, Stiles." Theo was smiling. "Sure. I'll pick you up later."

Stiles went into class with this goofy ass smile on. He doesn't know why but he just does. His morning was a very good morning.

Throughout the day, Stiles would check his phone to see what Theo is up to. The chimera was laying on his bed, reading some of his comics.

"Hey, I didn't let him read those!" Stiles was still watching. He made a mental note to tell Theo to get his hands off of his stuff.

Then he saw Theo got up and out of his room.

"Now, where the fuck is he going?" Stiles said it a little too loudly. He kept watching intensely as his class went on, waiting for Theo to come back to view.

"Bilinski! Stop watching porn for a few minutes will ya?" Coach Finstock shouted at him.

"It's not porn, coach." Stiles looked up and readied to tuck his phone away. He looked at it again and saw Theo was back in his room, in just a towel around his waist. Still a little damp from showering.

And good heavens, Theo is sexy, nicely jacked and ripped. Stiles gulped and thought maybe it is porn he's watching as Theo let the towel around his waist fall down. By then, Stiles locked his phone and tucked it away in his pocket. His cheeks blushing. But what made him blush even more is that he wanted to stay and watch it.

'That damn Theo! He knows I have surveillance on him... he did that intentionally!' Stiles was biting his nails.

During lunchtime, Stiles checked back on Theo. Scott was beside him.

"Hey, dude, I think it's a bit much. It's been months and Theo's nothing but good to us. Maybe give him a rest now."

"Scott... when you sleep, do you sleep without a shirt on?"

"Wh-What? Well, yeah. Being supernatural somehow made my body warmer than normal."

Theo's excuse checked out. Scott figuring it out, started grinning.

"Theo sleeps shirtless, huh? In your bed?"

"Well... nevermind!" Stiles finally stopped watching on his phone and started eating his lunch.

He swore he wouldn't watch Theo again today in school but he did. Last period, he checked on Theo... who was on his bed, in boxers only. Only. The chimera was lying on his stomach across the bed, giving Stiles a side view of his boxer clad body.

'Woah...wait, what the-' Stiles chatted Theo.

-Hey, you're picking me up later.-

-Yeah, I didn't forget.-

-That's in 30 minutes. Get up!-

-Oh, you're watching right now, huh? Do you like the view?- Theo looked at the camera and winked.

Stiles turned the feed off and blushed really hard.

-Just don't be late!-

Stiles let out a sigh. Theo's been living with him for a month now. And he should've gotten used to a hot guy around him.

'H-Hot guy? Stiles what are we thinking???' Stiles talked to himself. Not really listening to the class going on.

'Well... Not gonna lie, Theo is hot. And smells good too.' Stiles remembered so many moments.

The first time Theo moved in. He would randomly smell something good. He thought his dad bought a new house spray or cologne or something. It would always smell good wherever Theo is. And that's how he figured out. Even more so became sure when he's seated next to Theo.

And how he dresses at home. Mostly short shorts or sweatpants. And shirtless. All the time. Giving a very generous view of his body. That chest that Stiles likes so much. With nipples that Stiles wanted to flick and lick and suck sometimes. The abs, the obliques, the biceps, the thighs, name it. Theo's got it.

Stiles was taken out of his thoughts when Liam tapped his shoulders. "Hey, Theo's in the parking lot."

"Oh! Thanks, Liam."

Liam walked with Stiles to the parking lot. Stiles looked at Theo, standing by the driver's side. Looking good in jeans and leather jacket.

"Isn't it unfair, Liam?" Stiles said to their baby wolf.

"What is?"

"Some guys. They're goodlooking, have nice bodies, and have good hygiene. And is smart and cunning."

"Wh-What?" Liam was confused. It was completely out of field.

"Nevermind." Stiles tapped Liam and faced him away from Theo's direction. "See you tomorrow, Liam!" Stiles passive aggressively saying: get the fuck home and forget what I said.

Stiles hopped in and smelled Theo's cologne again. The scent became so familiar to him by now. They drove home and Theo immediately took his shirt off and went straight to working out.

Stiles was so horny. He wanted to jackoff but he couldn't. He knows Theo would know. And he won't live that down. It made him so frustrated.

It stayed that way for 2 weeks. Until...

"Stiles? Stiles!"

Stiles jolts awake. He immediately assessed his bed situation. As usual, he was snuggled to Theo. But, he just had a... spicy, very hot, wet dream about Theo. He was horny. It's been long since he let it all out. Stiles mentally cursed because he could feel how hard he is, and for sure Theo knows of it.

Aside from the supernatural smelling chemo signal...

...the said hard on was pressing against Theo's thigh.

"Uhm.. T-Theo..." Stiles tried to free himself from Theo but the chimera held him in place.

"Stiles..." Theo stared at him, with half lidded eyes, which is definitely not from being sleepy.

Theo licked his lips and leaned closer, whispering to Stiles "Stiles, you're horny... and I'm in heat. We could help each other out."

Stiles gulped and blushed deep red. "Y-You're in heat???"

Theo just nodded. And Stiles saw Theo's raging hard on.

"Yup! You are." was all Stiles could say while staring at Theo's tented grey sweatpants. "W-Woah!" Theo started kissing him.

Making his way from his ear to his cheeks to the corner of his mouth and finally his lips. The kiss was so searing, all Stiles could do was get swept into it and moan. Non-stop. He felt his cock bob from hitting Theo's own erection.

"Mm-fuck!" Stiles said as Theo turned them over. Climbing on top of him.

"Stiles, I can't hold back. It's been 2 days of heat." Theo said, taking his clothes off and whipping his hard cock out.

He then undressed Stiles, practically ripping his clothes off. He then started raising Stiles's legs and positioning his cock right at Stiles's hole.

"W-Wait wait! Theo, stop! I just... I'm not... I don't wanna go all the way. Sorry." Stiles said with teary eyes. He wants to have sex with Theo but not ready for a penetrative one yet.

Theo hissed in a deep breath and let out a low growl. Stiles expected him to be angry but Theo didn't get angry. "Alright. It's okay."

"I'm really sorry, I just... h-how are we gonna?"

"... frotting is one." Theo said, lining up their cocks, rubbing, and stroking them together in one hand.

"Ohmygod! Hmn!" Stiles got even harder. Brushing against Theo's. It felt good. He stared at them, his own cock pressed up against Theo's thicker one.

With just a few more strokes of Theo, Stiles started cumming, letting out strings of moans with it. Digging his nails on Theo's back. Theo moaning with him and glowing his gold eyes at him. Cumming right after with Stiles.

Theo slowed down his strokes until they had calmed down. Theo still isn't done. He is still hard. The heat wanted more. He is still ready to go. He just hoped Stiles was too as he reached for Stiles' softened cock.

"H-Hey, Theo!" Stiles bit his lips when he felt Theo started pumping him again. "Ohmygod!"

Theo let out a moan of satisfaction when he felt Stiles started to get hard again.

"Just once is not gonna satisfy me, Stiles." Theo whispered to Stiles and tugged at his cock harder.

"Can't back out now, huh?" Stiles said breathlessly.

"No, no, no. You've been watching me for weeks. Don't tell me you didn't appreciate the displays I dish out."

"Well... I did." Stiles confessed.

"That makes me happy, Stiles. One step closer then."

"Closer to what?"

"Making you fall in love with me."

Stiles wanted to laugh but the hand he's getting is pushing him over the edge of another cumming.

Stiles was only able to grab at Theo's wrist before shooting another load. Stiles looked at himself. He's cummed twice now.

Theo grabbed his hands and wrapped it around his still very much hard cock. Encouraging Stiles to stroke him. And Stiles did.

Theo was positioned over him, hands on either side of Stiles' head, his legs trapping Stiles' legs between them.

Stiles looked down to see Theo's cock. It's oozing precum at the moment. Looking very hot. Stiles licked his lips and gulped. Suddenly he felt very confident. That he's able to make Theo this hard. And moaning like this.

"Hnn, Stiles." Theo leaned down to kiss and lick his cheek.

Stiles got encouraged and really wanted to make Theo react more. He used two of his hands now to stroke Theo. Making twisting motions as they go up and down the shaft.

Theo was breathing down his ear now. "So good, Stiles. So good." Theo was moving his hips now in time with Stiles' strokes.

Stiles got braver and he felt better when Theo praised him.

'Do I have a praise kink now???' Stiles asked himself as he continued what he's doing.

"Keep going. I'm close." Theo told him.

Stiles saw him grip the bedsheet. Stiles hummed.

He suddenly had this strong urge to make Theo cum. Stiles licked his lips and concentrated on his strokes.

"Theo... I wanna make you cum. Please, cum, Theo." Stiles requested.

Theo growled and cursed. "Fuck!" It was too much for the chimera.

He liked Stiles for a long long time. And now he has him like this. And asking him to cum. So nicely too.

"Stiles!" Theo looked at him in the eyes and then he let out a soft growl, Theo's eyes glowed gold at him.

"Holy shit!" Stiles loved that. He also noticed Theo's claws are out.

"Since you ask nicely...Hnn!" Theo guided Stiles hands as he stroked.

A few guided strokes and Theo did Stiles' request. He shot his load on Stiles' belly. Theo was still hovering over Stiles, staring at his eyes ever so tenderly. Making Stiles blush even more.

"W-What?" Stiles looked away.

"Shhh." Theo cooed and laid on top of Stiles. "I like you so much, Stiles. I've been telling you."

"Y-Yeah." Stiles tried to squirm but Theo is firmly on top of him.

"I guess we should wash up." Theo stood from Stiles and pulled him along into the shower.

They need it after all the creaming that happened. Stiles questioned the showering together but he was being bathed by Theo already.

It was a regular shower until it wasn't.

Theo just shoved him back against the wall and is stroking him again.

"No penetration, right?" Theo asked.

"Yeah. I don't think I'm ready yet for th-aaahh-that." Stiles felt his knees buckle when he saw Theo drop down to his knees.

"Theo! What the f-aahhhh-ck!" Stiles head tipped back against the tiled wall with a soft thud as he felt Theo take him into his mouth.

Stiles had blowjobs before but not like this. Theo is something else. The licks and the sucks are so much better.

Stiles placed his hand on Theo's head, combing his fingers through the long locks. He stared at those long locks for weeks. Thinking how soft they looked. And he confirmed it now, Theo's hair felt soft against his hand.

Stiles is very tactile. He enjoyed Theo's hair and his other hand on Theo's shoulder; gripping, squeezing and sliding his palm over the smooth skin.

Stiles is having a sensory overload and is barely standing up. "Theo, I'm -I can't!" Stiles said as he cummed in Theo's mouth.

---

Stiles and Theo have been fooling around ever since that day.

The things they do progressed from frotting to blowjobs to the classic 69 position. But nothing penetrative yet. Theo asked a couple of times but Stiles just isn't ready. Which Theo respected. Settling for a few rounds of hand and blowjobs.

They also go out to eat together. Watch movies together. Is it a date? Who knows. All Stiles care about is he's having fun and feeling happy. With Theo. He is starting to like Theo back.

"For real?!?" Scott clapped his shoulders.

"For real real." Stiles winced a bit.

"You're dating? Theo's your boyfriend? Does your dad know?"

"Yes, yes, and not yet."

"Dude! I just never thought." Scott was grinning.

"Yeah. So, I have a question."

"Okay."

"Scott...is it true that you supernaturals don't catch STDs?" Stiles asked as innocently as he can.

"Yeah. Best part. You don't need the rubber. Bare always feels so much better." Scott answered.

"Does that... apply to chimeras too?"

Scott's eyes widened and his mouth fell into that 'Oh' expression. Scott has this silly smile on his face now.

"Just answer, okay?" Stiles was blushing, scratching the nape of his neck and looking down.

"Well, yeah. It does."

"Okay. Cool." Stiles nodded.

"Stiles... are you-" Scott was feeling naughty.

"Nope! Don't ask who's top or bottom!" Stiles read what Scott was gonna ask.

"I kinda have an idea anyway. There's no way you're topping Theo."

Stiles gasped, offended. Stiles was about to spout a comeback.

"Oops, you gotta go, Stiles." Scott turned him around to face the parking lot where Theo just pulled up.

Theo rolled the window down and nodded at Scott who nodded back.

Scott wasn't worried. He saw the way Theo looks at Stiles. He knows that look. Someone head over heels. He knows Stiles won't have any issues about intent and loyalty from Theo.

Stiles hopped into Theo's truck.

"How's your day?" Theo asked.

"Good. I told Scott."

"And I take it it was good based on his nod to me."

"It was."

Theo smiled as he looked back on the road to drive them home. When they reached the house, the sheriff just left for his shift. Stiles bid him goodbye and a take care and eat healthy before jogging back in the house following Theo.

Theo went straight to the fridge for cold water, it was hot that day. Stiles stopped on his tracks. He looked at Theo, no, watched Theo; drink water.

It's nothing special. Everybody drinks. It's just that it looks like Theo is thirst trapping him. Because Theo let a trickle of water escape from the corner of his lips and let it slide down his chin and neck. Theo stopped drinking and wiped it off by raising the hem of his shirt up to it, exposing his torso -which he knows Stiles loves so much, based on their previous 'fooling around', Stiles always stared at his body and roams his hand on his chest, sides, abs and waist.

"Theo, really, thirst trapping me?"

"Is it working?" Theo let the shirt slide back down slowly.

Stiles looked at the fabric grazing Theo's body. "Yeah."

Theo chuckled and grabbed Stiles, setting him up on the counter.

"Hey, dad just left!"

"Perfect time, isn't it?" -Theo already has his hands on Stiles' back, by the pants waistband, breaching in to cup his butt cheeks.

"Hmn-Theo..." -Stiles felt how warm Theo's touch is. It's seething and setting him aflame. "Fuck it!"

Stiles grabbed Theo by his shirt and pulled him into a hard kiss. A long and hard kiss.

He pulled away just to catch a breath. Theo stared at him, panting, and eyes glowing gold. This is the first time Stiles initiated a kiss.

Stiles saw Theo's glowing eyes. He loves those. Then he went in for another kiss. Both boys having tented jeans by now. Stiles has a little wet spot on his.

Theo, catching the scent of that arousal from Stiles, let out a low growl and took Stiles off the counter and on to his hips. Stiles knows this too well, Theo had picked him up like this quite often now.

"Up." -Stiles muttered.

"What?" -Theo asked, he was too busy sucking on Stiles' neck and too absorbed in the scent of Stiles' arousal.

"Upstairs. Bed." -Stiles blurted out through his hazy mind of horniness right now.

"Okay."

Theo carried him upstairs with ease. But not without making little pitstops along the way. Half the plight of stairs, Theo pushed Stiles against the wall for a kiss and a little humping and grinding. Carried on up into the room. Then set Stiles against the door, doing the same thing. And then dropping him on the bed. Stiles squirmed because he can feel he oozed out a lot in his pants by now.

Stiles started kicking his pants off and tossing his shirts away. He can't take it anymore. He needs Theo. Now. Inside.

"Theo... you can." -Stiles said, gasping.

"... I can?" -Theo was half way out of his clothes by then.

"Inside... you can come inside me."

Theo took a few seconds to process and when it hit, he almost ripped his clothes off as fast as he could.

"Are you sure?" -Theo was stroking himself a little as he walked towards Stiles on the bed.

"Y-Yeah. I'm ready." -Stiles blushed, laying flat on his back. He isn't really sure how to position himself for the taking. And his erection dribbling precum onto his belly ain't helping.

Theo's eyes glowed again as he grabbed Stiles' ankles and slowly raised them up. His hand sliding under Stiles' knees, propping him into position. He looked at Stiles' entrance, licked his lips in anticipation.

"Stiles, I need you to help me prep you."

"O-Okay, how?"

Theo didn't answer and just proceeded to jack Stiles off.

It didn't take much because Stiles was so horny. Just a few tight strokes and Stiles came. A lot. Stiles was covering his red face, he felt so embarrassed.

"Thanks, Stiles." -Theo looked at Stiles' still leaking cock and the white pool it made in Stiles' belly. Theo coated his 2 fingers with it.

"W-What are you doing, Theo?" -Stiles looked at what Theo was doing.

He felt Theo touch his hole with his slicked up fingers. Stiles gulped, understanding what Theo's doing.

"Stiles, look at me."

Stiles did. And then Theo pushed a finger in, slowly. Stiles felt pain. But he knew it would've been more painful without the 'lube'.

"Try to relax, Stiles." -Theo began moving his one fingers in and out.

Stiles wasn't. He couldn't. He was too nervous. Theo leaned down to kiss him. In an attempt to relax him. Theo also placed Stiles' hands on his torso. He knows Stiles loves his chest and abs. It took a few tongue flicking and moaning from Theo before Stiles relaxed into it. He started kissing back and enjoying touching Theo's body.

He didn't even feel the second finger enter him.

"I think we're good." -Theo took his fingers out.

Theo pressed his erection on Stiles' entrance.

"Wait wait wait!" -Stiles was having doubts. Theo's actual 'thing' is bigger than two fingers.

"Stiles..." -Theo stared at him, glowed his eyes and kept it glowing to hold Stiles' eyes.

And then he pushed in. Stiles gasped and grabbed onto Theo.

"Shit fuck!" -Stiles was having doubts now, even though Theo stretched him, it is still painful. He was thinking how can people enjoy this? It's painful. "Theo, I can't -"

"You can. You'd get used to it. Because I'm gonna be in you often. Damn, you feel so good, Stiles!" -Theo said, pushing in, until he's hilt deep.

"This doesn't feel good at a-oh!"

Stiles felt Theo thrust and hit something. Something that felt good.

"What were you saying, Stiles?" -Theo asked confidently, thrusting in and out again, hitting it over again.

Stiles can't do anything but moan. It all felt good now. Theo grabbed Stiles by his forearms and pulling Stiles closer into a better position.

Theo continued thrusting in and out Stiles, glad that he's giving so much pleasure to Stiles right now. He then switched their positions. He rolled Stiles over onto his belly. He stood at the end of the bed, he pulled Stiles lower body over the bed edge. Stiles has his knees on the floor. Theo slapped his butt.

"Butt up, baby." -Theo ordered.

Stiles groaned and lifted his hips up and felt Theo slap his cock on his butt before entering him again.

Stiles let out a moan. Theo was right, he should get used to it and he will. Because right now, he can't get enough of Theo in him.

Stiles started bucking back to Theo, meeting his thrusts halfway. Theo groaned and let Stiles do this thing. He stopped moving and let Stiles do the humping on his cock.

Theo reached around to pump Stiles' now hard again dick. That stilled Stiles from moving back, but humping forward towards Theo's hand stroking him. Theo began thrusting again as he pumped Stiles.

Stiles couldn't decide which way to move, back to Theo's dick or forward to Theo's hand. All he could do was feel everything. Feel every pulse of pleasure washing over him. Stiles came and shot his load in the mattress. The intensity of the orgasm made Stiles unable to hold the position.

Theo held him steady by the waist. Theo felt the contraction from Stiles and that pulled out moans and curses from him. Making his fangs and claws come out. He had been wanting to claim Stiles like this. For a long time. And now he has. So he wanted to hold out as much as he can. A low growl escaped him and gripped Stiles' hips tighter, his claws digging in Stiles' skin.

"Fuck!" -Stiles hissed from the claw pricks but he liked it.

The mix of pleasure and pain turned Stiles into a mush.

"Theo... love you..." -Stiles muttered in between moans and gasps.

"Stiles?" -Theo had to stop thrusting.

"I said... I Iove you! Fuck!" -Stiles got a little angry at Theo stopping fucking him.

Theo smiled and gave Stiles a few more thrusts in and out before changing positions again.

Theo slipped out and climbed over Stiles, made Stiles look back at him for a kiss; kissing him hard, almost nipping at his lips. Theo then pulled Stiles towards the middle of the bed. He then slid over to the side, laying on his back, he took Stiles with him, making Stiles lay on his back, on top of him.

"T-Theo?"

"I love you too, Stiles... I'm gonna claim and mark you now."

"W-Wha-ah!" -Stiles felt Theo enter him again, and thrusted, making him jerk up and down from how strong Theo thrusted. "Theo!!!"

Theo thrusted a few times, all the while moaning and gasping on Stiles' ear. He stopped thrusting and Stiles felt him shake beneath him.

"Hn-coming, Stiles!" -Theo thrusted in last time and kept pushing in. His body convulsed as he released inside of Stiles.

"Stiles... forgive me but... this is gonna be a little painful..." -Theo warned.

Theo then bit down on Stiles' neck. And his knot in Stiles began to swell. Stiles cursed and groaned through it. Theo hummed through the bite, hugging Stiles tight, keeping him from moving too much. It would hurt less if Stiles stayed still as much as possible.

Stiles is not unfamiliar with the claiming process, having asked Scott a lot of times about werewolf stuffs for research purposes. Scott described this process.

While the werewolf cums inside, he will knot, and bite. Everything as a mark. Cum, fangs, and saliva in him all at once. He would be seen and sensed and scented as the werewolf, making it easier for others to know which werewolf he is mated forever with.

Forever.

Stiles smiled at that. He won't be alone anymore. He has Scott and his other friends, but he never really had someone. Like this.

"Theo..." -Stiles placed his hand over Theo's hands around him and waited for the claiming and marking to be over.

When the knot eased down, Theo released his bite and licked the wound immediately as he rubbed Stiles' body, kinda like an apology.

Stiles understood and let Theo pamper him.

"You're enjoy this huh?" -Theo let out a playful snarl.

"Yeah, pamper me. After fucking me hard like that." -Stiles was being stubborn.

"Hard? That wasn't my definition of hard fucking yet, Stiles." -Theo confidently said.

"W-What???"

"You'll see... in the coming days."

Stiles could hear the grin in that. And he is nervous and excited at the same time to get know Theo's definition of hard fcking.

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shywhumpauthor · 10 months

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Does Declan ever become a carewhumper? Or is he pretty much a whumper only

Hmmm good question. Guess it depends on your definition of “carewhumper”.

Agh I can’t typeee. Usually the words just appear when I’m talking about Noah but rn I’m so tiredddd and I actually have to thinkkkk

After the flip, Noah has nothing left to stand for, Declan’s gonna make sure he knows it. Torture torture pain humiliation blah blah until there’s nothing left in Noah for him to resist. Until he just kinda gives up.

Then Declan’s gonna become a *tiny* bit nicer, maybe a bit more over time. Not really a caretaker, just less of a Whumper as he like slowly reintroduces Noah to work, just this time he’s gonna be fully loyal. He’s still going to like hurt and threaten Noah if he screws up, but that’s just so he learns.

I hate the way that’s worded so much but I do not have the energy to rewrite it.

There also might—might—be a few instances where Noah gets hurt too much by someone who’s not him and Declan will deny it until his last breath but he is actually a little protective of Noah. Mainly he doesn’t want other people hurting him cause “they won’t do it right” (sure, buddy)

That doesn’t really answer your question though. I don’t think he’ll ever come close to being a caretaker. If Noah needs any sort of medical attention, they have doctors for a reason. There will be times where he’s gentle, like after the branding when he helps Noah drink some water and lets him be on the couch, but I wouldn’t go as far to classify that as carewhumper.

Edit: I have been thinking a bit about this and I kinda do want to give Noah somewhat of a caretaker. Maybe a nicer guard or an infirmary worker who he gets a bit close with after Declan almost kills him (again). Someone to make things just a tiny bit easier, give him enough hope not to completely give up. Cause with the plot I have planned now, he’s gonna need something to keep him going. Poor Noah’s got it rough

#I should write an actual carewhumper piece #where Noah gets so fed up with everything he just breaks down #and declan decides by some random stroke of compassion that he’s not going to manipulate that #maybe #I need to finish yesterdays twow #but I’m tired and still in bed so later #but noahhhhh #he needs to be hurt #edit: still trying to think through his rescue #if anyone’s willing to help talk things out with me (read: if anyone’s willing to let me into their messages so I can spam write #as I try to work this out and be there to just like. give input on things that don’t make sense)#please reach out??#surveillance series #Surveillance asks #tag for noah

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p0ffstarz · 1 year

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Inf Au Almond is so silly

(Everyday that goes by he is slowly losing it, one by one.)

soooo silly!!!!

#P0ffs dumb pile #SOO SILLY!!!#he needs to be strapped into a bed forced to sleep in a high surveillance room that super hard to escape #SOOOOOOOO SILLYY X3333

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onlineproblems · 16 days

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hey how did terry o'quinn, who is a fairly unique-looking guy, land roles as three different guys on the x-files

#whats his name in aubrey. michaud in ftf. and the mystery surveillance dude in s9.#the one the was like “i KnOw YoUr reAl HaIr CoLoR” and “one lonely night you invited him into your bed” blah blah #fuckin creepazoid

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toastsnaffler · 5 months

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its so scary when you've been thinking abt smth a lot and then someone just directly brings it up out of fucking nowhere. and they do it a lot 😰

#this isnt abt anything specific or recent bc i get so paranoid when it happens that i cant even voice it online bc i feel like someone #is listening in or watching even on my own thoughts and i have to be as harsh as i can on myself if possible delusional thinking #starts creeping in bc man i am susceptible to developing some Beliefs for sure #like I know its just pure coincidence or a set of circumstances generated by my own behaviour or external environmental influences that #lead the other person down the same path of thought. and not bc im being fucking surveilled psychically or whatever #but sometimes. ppl just cut a little too close to my nerves. weird shit man #just getting that off my chest.... god im so tired i feel like someones been pumpkin carving my brain #to bed early i think #.diaries

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transmulier · 7 months

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Ah, it's that time again.

#i can tell my mental health is deteriorating again #my room is a mess #i sleep constantly #i no longer care about crumbs in my bed #i don't care about keeping a constant eye out for ants anymore #I'm isolating harder than normal #I'm constantly daydreaming of better places #damn near constantly high #I'm just so unhappy where I'm at #literally one thing would solve all of my problems:#living alone.#and i just can't fucking afford it with as outrageous as rent is now #fuck all of this honestly #I'm so tired of feeling unsafe in my home #like I'm constantly under surveillance #i wonder if they have hidden a camera in my room yet #i wouldn't even be surprised at this point #time to go have a mental breakdown for them to enjoy watching #the only thing i have going for me rn is that I'm not feeling actively suicidal yet #but i feel like it's coming on #i have to move out soon #or it's gonna kill me #i can't live like this #personal #rant #just ignore me #thanks for reading if you did i guess #sorry you had to.#i don't normally post or release my thoughts anymore #but i need to get some stuff off my chest and ain't got anyone I'm comfortable talking to.

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littlemuppetmonsters · 10 months

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common miles morales w his insomniac game is actually much better than the peter parker one

#Much less copaganda!!#Its still present i mean his dad was a cop #But its a lot better than the peter parker one #Where you literally spent the entire game working with cops rescuing cops reporting to cops helping cops fix their surveillance systems #None of that in the miles one #Its much shorter & the story is kind of jarringly similar to the 2018 one #But idk something about it its just much more enjoyable and meaningful #I actually got emotional at the end of it #Idk it might just be that i like miles more than peter #But i genuinely think his stories are better and spider man media is better when hes in it #Idk #Sorry i'll go to bed now

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ellemj · 1 month

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Against the Rules

Bucky Barnes x Female Reader One-Shot: SMUT

Summary: Bucky's trying to fuck you senseless so you'll have to sleep over. Isn't that how a friends with benefits situation is supposed to work?

Warnings: profanity, overstimulation, praise, mentions of oral sex (female and male receiving), unprotected sex, dirty talking, somewhat possessive!Bucky, MINORS DNI, 18+!!!

Word Count: 2k

A/N: I've been unreasonably horny bc I haven't had time to spend with the man I'm obsessed with this past week, so I channeled that energy into writing this shit today

Your body can’t take anymore. You’re sure that at any given moment, the last shred of physical strength that you’ve been using just to keep your legs underneath you will unravel and you’ll go crashing to the surface of the bed. You’ve been going at this for too hard, and for too long.

Bucky knows you’re struggling to keep up. He can feel the way your entire body trembles as he fucks his cock into you relentlessly, as he whispers soft praises in your ear to keep you motivated. Every time he bottoms out inside you he fears your knees might give way and you’ll tell him it’s too much, that this is the last time. Truthfully, Bucky doesn’t know why he’s still fucking the shit out of your tight little cunt when he’s already coaxed three orgasms out of you tonight, when he’s already finished inside of two condoms himself. It’s as if he’s stuck in an infinite loop, continuously thrusting into you and tugging your hips back to meet his every single time. He can’t fucking stop.

As the head of Bucky’s cock brushes against your cervix, eliciting a mix of pain and pleasure that only a well-endowed man can draw out of you, you let out a loud moan and tighten your grip on his bedsheets. Your head drops down until your forehead is pressing into the soft fabric of his pillowcase.

“That’s it, you’re taking me so fucking well.” Bucky groans out. Instead of speeding up as you’d expect, Bucky slows down and deepens his thrusts even more. Every slow drag of his cock leaving your pussy makes you subconsciously clench down, your body fighting to keep him buried inside you. “Look at that, baby.” He coos softly, leaning over you until his chest is draped over your back and his lips are grazing the shell of your ear once again. “You’re so tired, so fucked out, but your body just wants more.”

The moan you let out into his pillow is pornographic and embarrassingly needy as you arch your back and shuffle your knees to spread outward a little more. He’s right. Bucky’s always right. You want more.

He’s always taken his duty as your fuck buddy seriously. He always shows up at your door when you call, always lets you in when you find yourself at his door. He lets you vent about your day while he undoes his belt. He gives you advice about upcoming missions while he watches your clothes pile up on the floor beside his bed. He gives you the most godly form of pleasure and relief solely with his body, leaving you satisfied every time. It started out as an occasional activity, only occurring when you had a particularly bad week. After two months, it’s become an addiction. If you aren’t calling him nearly every night of the week, he’s calling you. If you can’t find the time to meet up and get each other off, he finds a way to get you alone during the work week at SHIELD headquarters. Honestly, you’re surprised you haven’t been caught on some kind of surveillance yet. It was just yesterday that he led you into an empty meeting room and laid you on the mahogany table. He spent ten minutes eating you out like your taste was the only thing he’d been able to think about all day.

“Bucky…” His name falls from your lips as you lift your head from the pillow. You watch as his headboard shifts back and forth in front of your face, hitting the wall over and over again with every snap of his hips.

“I know.” He whispers, pressing a kiss against your shoulder as he lessens the intensity of his thrusts. He feels fear coursing through him. Fear that you’ve had enough, that you’ll gather your things and head back to your apartment. It’s why he’s fucking you so damn hard tonight. He secretly hopes that you’ll be too sore to get up and get dressed, too sore to even think about getting out of his bed and leaving him tonight. He wants to fuck you so hard that you have to stay. “I know, baby. I just need one more from you.” He rasps against your skin. He straightens up behind you once more, continuing to fuck you while his hands grip your hips and his eyes take in your arched back and reddened ass. Just one more, he thinks.

“Bucky, you didn’t put another condom on.” His rhythm falters, slowing to a stop while his dick remains sheathed inside you. Fuck. He didn’t put a condom on after the last time he finished. How the hell did he forget? He’s never fucked anyone without one. It’s as if it didn’t even cross his mind when he took the last one off twenty minutes ago.

“Shit.” He groans, screwing his eyes shut and turning his face up to the ceiling. He needs to pull out and put one on if he’s going to finish this. Bucky starts slowly dragging his cock out of you, letting you feel every inch of him against your walls as he goes. “You were just letting me fuck you raw?” A loud moan escapes your lips and you drop your face into his pillow again. He freezes with only the head of his cock still inside you. “Did you…did you want me to fuck you raw?”

“Bucky—“

“You did, didn’t you?”

You don’t answer. Instead, you keep your face tucked into his pillow and your back arched as he holds the head of his cock still just barely inside of you. He gives you another second, another chance to answer. He has little control over his own movements when his right hand tangles in the hair at the back of your head and he tugs you upward until you’re only on your knees, with you back flush against his chest.

“What would you do if I kept fucking you like this? Without anything between us?” He asks lowly, letting his hips move forward only centimeters at a time. This time you moan his name softly, letting your head fall back on his shoulder. “That’s right, you wouldn’t do a damn thing.”

“This is a bad idea.” You point out as he lets half of his length sink into you.

“Then why are you letting me do it?” He questions, pulling his hips back and then thrusting them forward again. He goes a little past halfway this time, making you whimper. “Why are you letting me fuck you raw? Do you want me to cum inside you?”

Bucky picks up the pace, fucking you a little faster and a little deeper, utilizing the majority of his length as his hand falls away from your hair. You end up with one of his hands between your legs, applying just the right amount of pressure to your clit, and his other hand alternating between fondling each of your breasts. When you moan out his name but don’t offer a response to his last query, he heaves a deep sigh before falling back to sit on his legs, pulling you back with him so you end up sitting down right on his throbbing cock. The scream that leaves your parted lips and rings out in the air draws a smirk to Bucky’s face. He knows he’s big, it’s why you’ve only ever been able to ride him after he’s spent time working you up to it. He probably should’ve given you a warning this time, been a bit more gentle, but it’s your fault really. You should’ve answered.

“Fine.” Bucky sighs again, loosening his hold on your hips and giving you an opportunity to get off of his dick. You don’t move a muscle, but he can feel your pussy tightening around his shaft, he can feel your wetness dripping onto his balls as you remain still. “Get off of me and I’ll put a condom on.”

Again, you don’t move. You stay seated on his cock, trying to catch your breath and adjust to his size. You know you should get off like he said, and let him put on some protection before you both make a risky mistake. So, after another second, that’s what you do. You start lifting yourself off of him slowly, letting his length retreat from your entrance inch by inch. When you get to that familiar point where all you feel inside of you is the head of his cock, you have one dangerous little thought. What if you do let him cum inside you?

Bucky witnesses your hesitation and he’s silently praying that this is the moment your legs finally give out, that you’ll fall right back down on his cock and he won’t have a chance to put a condom on. It’s what he wants to happen, but he can’t seem too eager. Not when you’re just his fuck buddy.

“Are you gonna get off, sweetheart?” Bucky asks, his voice low and smooth in your ears as he starts running his palms along the sides of your thighs.

“Yeah.” You whisper in response.

When you sit back down on Bucky’s lap, taking the entirety of his length in one go, you catch him by surprise. You feel his cock twitch inside of you and his fingers dig into the sides of your waist as he strains to hold his load.

“Fuck.” He groans, trying his best to compose himself as you start sliding up and down on his shaft. “I thought you were getting off.”

“I am.”

The moment turns into a filthy rendition of doggystyle, with Bucky fucking you as you’re face-down ass-up and his headboard scuffing up his bedroom wall. When his neighbor bangs on the wall, signaling that you’re both being too loud, Bucky only fucks you harder. He angles his thrusts just right, hitting that spot inside of you that only he can reach.

“Shit, I’m gonna cum.” Bucky pants the words out between thrusts, letting his head fall back as he continues to rail you into the mattress. You’re at the point where you can’t even feel the rest of your body, the only thing you can feel is the way Bucky’s cock fits so perfectly inside you. You focus on it, the repetitive thrusts and outward drags of his length against your walls, the filthy melody of wet sounds and skin-slapping that fills the room and penetrates the walls all around, surely driving Bucky’s neighbors mad. “Fuck, baby.”

You feel every single drop of warmth in your lower stomach as Bucky loses control and cums inside of you. You feel every twitch of his cock as your pussy clenches around him and begs for more. You feel used, in the best way. Your fourth orgasm washes over you like a raging tidal wave, sweeping your knees out from under you and forcing you to collapse onto Bucky’s bed. He stops pulling out so far and starts grinding into you as he praises you through your high, peppering kisses and gentle bites along the side of your neck and your right shoulder.

“You’re sleeping here tonight.” He whispers against your skin, still softly rutting into you.

“That’s against our rules.” You remind him. Your voice is raspy from all of the moaning and screaming that’s taken place tonight and he loves it. It reminds him of the time you let him fuck your throat and you had a raspy voice for an entire day afterward. Everyone else thought you were catching a cold. Only Bucky knew that you’d been on your knees, swallowing his cock like such a good girl the night before.

“Cumming inside you was against the rules too.” He counters, pulling out almost completely before giving you one more hard thrust. “So…you’re going to sleep in my bed, full of my cum…” He gives you another hard thrust, making sure his load is thoroughly fucked into you. “And you’re going to fucking like it.”

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livinghostly · 2 months

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i will hold on to you for as long as you let me — megumi fushiguro x mom!reader, satoru gojo x reader

a/n: sorryyy the fushiguro-gojo family dynamic was rotting my brain and i needed this out of my system. LOTS of projection of my fear of growing up in this one soz. this was fully meant to be a drabble and it just kept going idk wc: 3.1k angst/fluff. mom!reader has a lot of bittersweet thoughts about megumi growing up and satoru is there to comfort <3 lots of parentheses and lots of repetition

you put on a brave face all day. all week, even. despite the burn in your chest that engulfed your lungs and squeezed unrelentingly. despite the tears that burned the corners of your eyes delicately balancing on the your waterline, one blink away from breaking the surface density and opening the floodgates to pour down your cheeks. despite the non-stop ache of your stomach, churning what you ate every day but still holding the same emptiness as anxiety consumed you.

megumi didn’t pack much, he never held on to many things to begin with. (you always prayed for that to change, for his comfort your home. you prayed he would see it as his own, as well). he neatly folded his clothes into his suitcases and stacked his hangers on top. he purchased a new sheet set for his bed in the dormitory because the one he was used to was much bigger, much softer.

he packed most of his books, carefully picking out the ones that tugged at the nostalgic parts of him, frayed along the edges after many years of re-reading, as well the ones that still had vibrant covers and stiff spines he hoped to finish. you noticed the leather journal he kept tied together– the ink-blotted pages bursting at the seams –sitting on the shelf before he tucked it into his box of personal belongings. it was his third one since living with you, all filled to every last page and used beyond ruin. the rest were hidden between his headboard and the wall. you pretended not to know, after stumbling upon them while changing his sheets.

closing the door to your home felt eerily empty. it looked the same as every day. the couch was cleaned and the floors swept. dishes rinsed and promptly put away. but with your lingering gaze your mind fixated on the dining table set for four, two adult pairs of shoes at the door, one pink backpack slumped on the hook of the closet door with an empty space below. your chest twisted at the lack of clutter, though it’d been like that for some time, with tsumiki and megumi growing older and cleaning up after themselves properly like you taught them. like you wanted. the pride you initially felt with those memories of parenting were becoming eclipsed with resentment and despair.

the ride to school was quick and familiar, megumi knew well what he was getting into after visiting there to train. satoru liked to call them little getaways from megumi’s civilian life, claiming he wasted too much time around non-sorcerers when he could be on missions with his ever-loving benefactor instead.

satoru, who was whining while he laid himself across the three seats in the back of your car. you’d banished him there for such a special occasion, and he threatened to transport himself to the school alone. an empty threat, at best. he didn’t want to miss this.

megumi had sparred with the older students and found himself thrown around the field many times already. he knew his way to the infirmary by heart, he knew where gojo tucked away his most powerful curse-imbued weapons (that were supposed to be under the surveillance of higher ups), and knew what letter-number combination granted him the ginger chips nobody else seemed to like.

you were glad he was comfortable. you were glad he would fall into routine easily after the repeated trips to jujutsu high and developing a rapport with his upperclassmen. you’d waited for the day that he’d truly be part of the jujutsu world and welcomed into a better suited environment for people like him. and you knew he would be great, he already possessed an incredible technique and wielded it like he’d been fine-tuning it since birth. far ahead from most kids his age, you were proud.

still, your gut was sinking, sinking, sinking into the floor with each passing second.

megumi picked his room in one of the far-away corners of the boys dormitory, leaving inumaki and panda heartbroken (panda said he would find a way to organize sleepover. megumi said he would drop out before that happened. inumaki cried– no, wailed at the rejection). yuuta fell into step with you, slipping one of the boxes out of your hands and insisting on helping instead. it was sweet, if it didn’t feel like he was ripping precious time away from you.

but you smiled, and granted his wish. megumi wasn’t complaining, he liked yuuta more than the others. it was a good chance for them to talk more. all of this, a chance, a new chapter, the rest of his life. the thoughts weighed on your shoulders with a disgusting strain traveling to your fingertips.

you were painfully aware you were in your own head, doing this all to yourself. he wasn’t going away, you would still be seeing him, more than you used to when he went to his other schools. he would always be here.

satoru found you in your classroom, while you were organizing the stationary with an unnaturally stiff composure. your arms were tense, he could see the muscles constantly flexing with each of your movements.

your jaw was clenching and unclenching again. you made a point not to look outside, where the second-years were training brashly after successfully moving their things back into their dorms. you made a point not to meet satoru’s dangerous stare as he shut the door to your classroom, as if it granted any privacy with the seven large windows running along the wall that showcased the hallway.

“what are you doing all by yourself, beautiful?” his tone was soft and inviting, begging you to open up and let yourself fall against the cushion of his words.

“um,” you exhaled, voice shaky. you scrunched your face to break apart the tension that had hardened your expression. “i figured i would get a few things ready for tomorrow.”

it took satoru’s long legs two-and-a-half strides to meet you at your desk, where you gently shut the drawer. there were a handful of dated photographs in there, signed with his name and the chicken scratch of two children.

“it’s all ready, baby. we did that last week.”

(correction: you did it. he tagged along for the shopping trip).

“there’s just… a few things...” you mumbled, not finding the strength to finish your own sentence.

satoru gently placed his hand on your shoulder, emitting inhuman warmth that spread across your skin. you leaned into him as he dragged his hand down your arm and intertwined your fingers with the care of handling fine china. his presence brought you solace, effortlessly bringing the walls down that you desperately wanted to wait until you got home to break.

he kissed the back of your hand and rubbed the skin. “you know you’re going to see him every day, right?”

it was embarrassing how well satoru knew you, knew your thought process like it was an extension of his own. he knew your doubts and insecurities, your fears and desires. he could predict the words before they came from your mouth, more in tune with the way you spoke than his mother tongue.

“mhm.”

“you know we’re going to be the ones chaperoning his missions, right?”

you closed your eyes and looked away. “i know.”

“do you remember when he said he’d like to go home some weekends, and have dinner?”

“he said that to be nice.”

“when has he ever been nice?”

you opened your eyes to glare at him, though he was right. megumi was not nice. he was polite. he was too self-aware for his own good, too perceptive of others and their emotions. in all the time that you’d known him, raised him, he made himself smaller for the convenience of others. he walked on his tiptoes for a year and a half so no one else would wake up because of him. he made his own breakfast and bit back his tears when he burned himself. he didn’t ask for things or food and didn’t offer his input unless asked directly. for some time, he was a ghost in his own home.

it seemed as soon as the bits of his shell started to break off, he was being swept away from you by the jujutsu world, leaving you with looming fears that consumed your mind and disrupted your sleep for weeks.

satoru smiled, though it was weighed down with your sadness. “hey, he’s not going anywhere, you know that. just because you’re not driving him home everyday doesn’t mean he’s gone.”

it’s funny, it’s nearly the same speech he gave you when tsumiki started middle school. and when megumi followed those same steps.

tsumiki didn’t make it this far, though.

the thought makes your lip wobble again, and you bite it back pathetically.

“i know. i know that. it’s just that…” your voice cracked, and you shoved your head in your hands. your palms squeezed your eyes in a desperate attempt to stop the already-flowing tears. “he’s not my little boy anymore.”

satoru’s soothing hands pull you into a tight hug, and you don’t have it in you yet to move your hands from your face. his embrace makes you sob harder, louder as all your emotions from the last week begin to pour out at once. his chest rumbled with your cries, and he tucked you further under his arms as if to shield you from what was making you hurt so much. it was all you.

“baby…” he chuckled, without a hint mirth or mockery. he squeezed you with compassion and adoration. “you know that’s not true. he’s still pretty short, he’s got another growth spurt coming.”

a small laugh slipped through, but was quickly drowned out by your cries.

“he’ll be okay. he’s still here.”

he was so, so warm. he gently began to rock back and forth with you, the heels of your shoes gently clicking on the tile floor. a small hiccup erupted from you as you found the strength to wrap your arms around him, burying your face into his chest. the familiar thrum of his heartbeat welcomed you.

“i know, i’m sorry. i know he’s not leaving, or anything… i just… i thought i was ready.” you blubbered into his button-up. surely, there’d be two wet spots where your eyes were when you pulled away.

he swayed side to side with you, staring at the blackboard ahead of him. he nestled his chin on the top of your head, wondering if you could hear the cracks tearing through his heart. “it’s okay if you’re not ready. but you’re treating this like it's goodbye.”

“but what if we don’t get a goodbye?”

“okay, you really are overthinking this,” he pulled away from your embrace, your fingers still digging into the material of his shirt. he brushed away the hair covering your eyes, stuck to your skin by the wetness of your cheeks. streaks ran through your foundation and the corners of your eyes were smudged. “there you are. so pretty.”

it was silly how he believed he could make things better like that. it was silly that he was a little bit right.

“don’t think for a second i’ll let megumi be sent on a mission he can’t handle. he’s going to be fine.”

satoru’s love ran deep. for you, for megumi, for all his students. he fought curses everyday for you, rotted himself with his technique and stitched himself back up in a moment’s notice to fight for you. to come home to you. all of humanity be damned, those closest to him were the ones he fought for, and he would do everything in his power to preserve their lives.

he already towed the line with the higher-ups and their conservative rules and regulations, but he would tear them down if you asked. for megumi, he’d fight tooth and nail to see that he wasn’t being sent off on a mission ill-prepared. under his watch, things would be different for his students.

you nodded meekly, wiping away your tears with one hand. “i hate when you’re right, toru. it’s really annoying.”

he smoothed down your hair and grinned. “i know, just let me have this one, though.”

his sweet murmurs filled your ears, along with the gentle shuffling of your clothes as you made yourself presentable again. you balled up your sleeves and patted the corners of your eyes gently, and he straightened out the hem of your shirt. it was wrinkled, a reminder of how harshly you clung to him.

you smiled at the water stains on his shirt now, and he claimed it was in need of dry cleaning anyway.

neither of you noticed the eyes of megumi and yuuta, both stuck in place at the very corner of the windows leading to the hallway. they had training staffs with them, megumi’s grip becoming tighter as he watched you wipe your eyes and knock your head into satoru’s chest lazily. your shoulders low, clearly drained from the amount you cried.

yuuta was frozen, eyes flickering from you to megumi repeatedly. he found his courage in placing a hand on his shoulder, a feather-light grip. “hey, let’s go through the east wing. i’m pretty sure it’s faster that way.”

it wasn’t. but megumi nodded anyway, begrudgingly tearing his gaze from you and turning around with yuuta.

you stared down the red light of the intersection with a blank face, blank mind. letting it all out of your system had successfully flushed out your emotions, taking the rest of your energy along with it. the car was painfully quiet, but no part of you wanted to listen to anything.

satoru was whisked away by yaga, being delivered another mission he swore would take less than a day. ‘less than twelve hours’, he promised to be back for megumi’s first day. he would make it.

it was dark, and you milked all the time you could on school grounds. speaking with yaga and shoko, running through the still-developing information of missions to be sent on. cleaning the classrooms. the lockers. stocking the teachers lounge. dusting the armory. before you knew it the curfew ushered the students into their dorms.

a ringtone broke through your thoughts, making you jump. though the tune was soft, the sudden intrusion made it much more shrill. you fumbled with your phone in the passenger seat, seeing megumi’s contact on the screen.

“hello?”

“hey, mom?”

it took everything you had left not to gawk. he said it before, sparingly in desperation for comfort. his voice was quiet, a near-whisper despite the fact he was alone in his dorm. like he was nervous.

“yes, megumi?”

“um… are you home?”

you wondered if he forgot something. “no, i’m still driving. are you okay?”

“i’m fine, i just… can’t sleep, i guess…” he trailed off, hoping for you to fill in the gap.

“oh. okay. did you take–“

“do you think you could pick me up?” he interrupted. “and i just stay home tonight? you could drive me in the morning.”

you were quick to dissolve into a smile, pointed at the streetlamp on the sidewalk. sadness struck your eyes but you were too occupied by the warmth of his question to feel it.

“yeah. i can be back there in a few minutes, just let me turn around.”

“thanks.”

he didn’t hang up. neither did you. the silence lived on for a few seconds.

“mom?”

“yeah?”

“… gojo’s on a mission, right?”

you laughed, your hand sliding across the steering wheel as you reouted back to the school. “yeah, megs, he’ll be gone tonight.”

“he’s back tomorrow?”

“yeah, we can leave before he gets home.”

“thanks.”

bonus:

satoru tiptoed through the entrance of your home, brushing his blindfold over his hair and peeling it off his head. he hung it up with his keys, lax arms nearly missing the hook on the closet door meant for him. it was beyond late, and he was tired, but he was home like he said he would be.

he bent down to tie his shoes, buffering momentarily as he caught a glance of well-worn sneakers at the front door. they were as clean as they could be, though scuffed rubber turning gray and the laces becoming frayed where they were tightened most.

satoru made a grunt in acknowledgement to no one but himself, as he tossed his shoes down. he glanced around the living space, cautiously bringing himself to each room with a curious itch to scratch. a third pair of shoes. both backpacks on the door. dishes for two placed on the drying rack.

he was expertly quiet by nature, but found himself avoiding the squeaky floorboards on the stairs and all the way to the hallway. he was greeted with a blue sign, corners covered with dog stickers. the frilly handwriting of tsumiki warding off unwanted visitors with the phrase: “megumi’s room. keep out!!”

the door opened quietly, satoru pushing it open to the limit and stopping before it would let out an ungodly squeak. he insisted on never getting it fixed, knowing it bothered megumi.

megumi had his face shoved in his pillow, a desperate attempt to block out any light creeping through the crack of his bedroom door or the streetlamp just outside the window. he was always a light sleeper, always on edge, sleeping with his back to the wall so if something barged in the night he was ready. it was horrible he thought that way, you always said.

his duvet covers were black and white plaid, per his request three years ago when he begged to be free of the puppy sheets. still, he seemed small, curled up in a ball. his face was released of the usual tension and his light breathing filled the room. for a moment, he was little again.

satoru smiled, taking a step back and closing the door gently.

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‘silly little love affair’ [Part I of ?]

Lucifer x F!Reader [Adam’s Sister]

[summary: the secret is out Adam found out about his sister little ‘love affair’ why she’s been visiting hell and now she stands before Sera]

[warning: Adam being a jerk: angst: implications of sex: Adam]

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She wrapped herself in her blanket, like a cocoon. Her pillowed stained with tears and snot, she needed to clean her bedsheets and her clothes. She didn’t have the energy nor motivation, she could barely bring herself to get out of bed. It had been a month, she was supposed to go down and visit Lucifer. Today, but couldn’t. She whimpered, and nuzzled her head into her sheets.

Ignoring the knocks at her door, “Seriously, Y/n get the fuck up!” shouted Adam, and she curled up into a ball and closed her eyes her face stained with tears.

She didn’t want to see him. She never wanted to hear his voice again, he ruined her life. While he got everything went against basically every moral thing. And acted horribly. When her little relationship with Lucifer, was found out she was barred from ever visiting or using her powers again. When Adam, gets nothing but a slap on his wrists when he messes up.

“Stop being such a downer, are you dead? You better not be dead?” Adam shouted, knocking even louder.

“FUCK OFF!” Shouted [Y/n], angrily tears in her eyes her cheeks red and eyes puffy. “I SAID I NEVER WANTED TO SEE YOI AGAIN AND I MEANT IT! She exclaimed, grabbing a book from her nightstand and throwing it at the door to her apartment. Pages scattered across the room where it fell with a thud.

Knocks of worried friends left unanswered, as she cried in her room. She had become a prisoner in her own home, all because of her little “love affair” with the king of hell, Lucifer Morningstar.

Sera looked down at [Y/n], “Your silly little love affair is over,” said Sera, and [Y/n] glared at her angrily and at Adam. “Gross as shit.” Adam mumbled, a wide grin on his face.

“Sneaking out of heaven visiting Hell, conversing with Lucifer. Who went against heavens rules?” Sera shook, her head in disappointment. “I excepted better from you,”she muttered, and [Y/n] rolled her eyes.

She shrugged her shoulders,“So what I’m in love big whoop.” said [Y/n], looking up at Sera.

Adam gagged and rolled his eyes, “More like crazy.” He said, and she snapped her neck towards him.

“Fuck you Adam,” she spat, and pointed at him. “You get everything served to you on a silver pla-” she stomped closer, angrily.

“SILENCE!” Sera shouted, looking down at her.

She kept her head down, “Your powers are hereby revoked. You will no longer be able to travel between Heaven and Hell. And will be under constant surveillance.” She looked at the older Seraphim in shock.

Adam laughed and cheered mockingly, “Ah loser take that you fucking bitch.” Adam exclaimed, flipping off his sister.

Her lower lip quivered, as tears brimmed her eyes. “All because, I found happiness with someone who goes against your rules everything you’ve set in place.” said [Y/n], and she looked up at the older Seraphim.

She glared at her, “You’re not god, Sera.” She spat, and more eyes appeared on Sera. “Stop trying to play the part.” She growled, clenching her fists.

Sera held up her hand to silence the girl, “You’re walking a thin line Y/n.” said Sera sternly, looking down at her. “You don’t wanna end up fallen.” She said, and the girl scoffed.

She lowered her head, and downcast pursing her lips and mumbled, “That would be a blessing,” She mumbled, but it was loud enough for Sera and everyone else in the room to hear.

“So desperate for a dick.” Adam mumbled, shaking his head looking at his sister.

She turned and glared at him, her brows furrowed. “Says, the egostistical misogynistic asshole, whose own ex wives wanted nothing to do with you!” She shouted, angrily her nails digging into the palm of her hand.

shouted Sera, “Y/n!” The older seraphim’s glared at the girl. “ITS UNFAIR HE GETS EVERYTHING HANDED TO HIM!” Shouted [Y/n], angry at the unfairness the hypocrisy of it all.

“Gets away with shit!”

“The only reason he’s-"

“That’s enough!” Sera shouted, adjusting her hair and the eyes faded away.

“Y/n Eden, you are hereby barred from leaving heaven again” sera said, and the girls eyes widened as she looked up at her. “What?!” Her voice cracked, and she looked down biting her lower lip drawing blood.

“and from participating in the yearly exterminations” sera added.

“B-But, I-I?” y/n stammered, lowering her head.

“Yes!” Adam cheered, getting up close to his sister. “Take that bitch no more loser dick for you.” Adam exclaimed, getting down and getting up in his sisters face. “Adam!” Sera shouted, wanting him to be quiet. But he didn’t he kept on going, taunting and teasing her.

[Y/n] clenched her fist, and furrowed her eyes. “Take that loser, aw you gonna cry” her body started shaking with rage. She was boiling with rage, like a tea kettle about to burst.

“We’ll take that to-”

She sucker punched him in the face, breaking his nose. Catching Adam off guard, “Ow, fuck you bitch!” He spat, clenching his nose. She glared at him angrily, “Don’t ever talk to me again, I don’t even wanna see your face.” Her voice was like venom, and her nose scrunched up.

“I’m disgusted to be related to you.” She spat, glaring at him. Adam was taken off guard, seemingly hurt by her words. He scoffed, “Ah, w-well same here.” He said, watching as she stormed out slamming the doors behind her.

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“Ugh, be a depressed downer.” shouted Adam, as he finally left the constant knocking finally over. She lifted her lead from the covers, and stared blankly at her bedsheets.

She opened her closed hand; revealing a rubber duck. With one of Lucifer’s feathers from his wings, attached to it. She tearfully brought it to her lips, and kissed it. “Luci.” She sniffled, she held it in her hands falling back onto her bedz gently rubbing it with her thumb. closing her eyes as she held the rubber duck close to her chest. Drifting into a dreamless sleep.

Heaven was supposed to be a paradise a joyful place. But for Y/n it was nothing more than a prison even more so now. Heaven had just become her own personal Hell.

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angelltheninth · 5 months

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Arranged marriage with Coriolanus Snow

Being in an arranged marriage with Coriolanus Snow means being under constant surveillance. You'll always be guarded and well taken take of, you'll not need for anything that he can't be provided for you by him. You can ask for anything you want and he'll give it to you to keep you happy.

Being in an arranged marriage with Coriolanus Snow means he will take time off his duties in an effort to build a connection with you. Neither of you really wanted this but you need to know enough about each other to keep up public appearances. This includes getting comfortable with kissing and casual touches.

Being in an arranged marriage with Coriolanus Snow means getting the prettiest gifts, often in public. Again it starts just for show but you can see the gifts getting more personal to you, which means he's paying attention to you a lot more. You begin to accept them with a kiss not just a polite smile.

Being in an arranged marriage with Coriolanus Snow means going on vacations with him where you can spend one on one time with each other. You notice that unlike the first few vacations there's only one bed now. Not only that but he makes an active effort to be as polite to you as possible and asking you to share the bed with him.

Being in an arranged marriage with Coriolanus Snow means getting kisses on your hand every morning, but not only in public anymore. His kisses and eyes are no longer cold and calculated but much more clumsy and casual. Now when he tells you he loves you it actually sounds like he means it.

Being in an arranged marriage with Coriolanus Snow means your first wedding night is very awkward. It doesn't last long either, more like both of you just wanted to get to your orgasms and get it over with. There wasn't any kisses or cuddles after, just pure fucking, release and then you didn't speak of it again until you needed release again.

Being in an arranged marriage with Coriolanus Snow means using each other for stress release for a long time rather then making love. He'll show up late and without a word pick you up and carry you to bed. His cock needs just a few strokes to get hard, he needs you but he can't let himself say it, he wants you to moan his name but he can't say it yet.

Being in an arranged marriage with Coriolanus Snow means there will be a lot of cockwarming. Both of you can get too tired to full on fucking so when you're more comfortable with each other you can easily fall asleep with his semi- hard or even with a full hard on in your pussy massaging him.

Being in an arranged marriage with Coriolanus Snow means he'll get more passionate with his love making the harder he falls in love with you. Your sessions go from over with as soon as possible from lasting hours. With so many orgasms that him just touching your clit while his cock is inside you is enough to make you come.

Being in an arranged marriage with Coriolanus Snow means you'll need to make a baby sooner or later. He won't pressure you but he will let his wants for it show while having sex with you. There are many times when you hear him mumble about his cum staying inside you, how pretty he thinks you'll look with a pregnant belly, how well he would take care of you, how he hopes your kids would look like you.

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hana-no-seiiki · 22 days

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THE BETTER DAMIAN

“Beloved…”

Damian stared at you and then your new pet.

“Hm?”

You looked at him innocently. Eyes wide in anticipation of his following words.

“I enjoy your competitive spirit. I truly do.” He pinched the bridge of his nose.

How did you even get this thing? He had been keeping track of all your heists recently but never heard of you going to the zoo or anything.

Sometimes he wishes he agreed on Tim’s offer of 24/7 surveillance. Damn it. If only that didn’t mean his older brother got to see you in your bed/bathroom too.

“Get to the point, Wayne.”

“Maybe a panther is a bit too much?”

“You’re just jealous cause I’m spending more time with the better Damian.”

“That’s besides the point.”

“So you are jelly!”

“Yes. Yes I am.”

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Safety Measures // Mafia!Stucky x Fem!Reader

Summary: It was the anniversary of Steve and Bucky saving you from your sadistic brother. Usually, it was a time of celebration for you, but this year, you couldn't help but feel paranoid and unsafe.

Extra reading: Last Hope for background context

A/N: Happy New Year, beautiful readers! I hope everyone is well and safe.

Requested by: @theatrelove3000 thank you so so much for the request and all your support with my writing. As always, you're the best!

Tags: 18+ readers only, smut, polyamory, ptsd, anxiety, paranoia, insomnia, discussion of past abuse, domestic fluff, dom/sub undertones, cock warming, subspace (kinda), hurt/comfort, new member of the family (yay!), puppy

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Insomnia was an issue you’d never had to deal with before. Not when you have two of the most powerful men of all of the East Coast tiring you out and wrapped around your body to make you feel safe and content.

However, as the seconds ticked by on the clock position on the nightstand next to the bed, you’d found that your body was willing to do anything but sleep. As midnight struck, any hope that had been inkling in your thoughts was diminished. There you were, half sprawled over Steve’s naked chest, his warmth burning through your skin, with Bucky spooning around your back, sandwiching you thoroughly between the two of them, legs crisscrossed between one another.

Even in the safe embrace, your heart continued to palpate painfully in your chest with such powerful thumps you were worried it would wake one of your lovers.

It was always this day. This date. Every year, that sprung fear through your soul, with the memories of your past returning to haunt you. Before Bucky. Before Steve or either of their safety and love, you’d been involved with your family business, reigned by your sadistic brother, Enzo, who was both hateful and abusive, causing you to live a life that was not worth living at all.

For countless years, you’d simply been floating through life, doing anything your brother demanded to benefit his gang. There was no hope, love, or light in your life until the men whose arms you were wrapped tightly in found you, saved you, and showed you what life was about. It hadn’t been an easy adjustment, especially with the violent and bloody end to your brother, but then readjusting to the newfound freedom had taken its toll. The anxiety from your past still haunts you to this very day.

In truth, in the first few years surrounding your brother's death anniversary, you’d celebrated the beginning of your new happiness and life. However, as you grew older and had to live through the dangers of being in the most infamous mafia gang in Brooklyn, your optimistic perspective became somewhat fragile with the realities of becoming close to losing everyone and everything you loved on multiple occasions.

So now, when this dark day loomed over your head once more, your anxiety rose along with the reminder of the horrors that you’d experience throughout your lifetime. Paranoia blossomed into something that was logically not plausible, frightened that somehow, Enzo would return and take you back to the hell hole he once kept you contained within.

These fears had been discussed with both Steve and Bucky on multiple occasions, as well as your friends, who promptly reminded you that nowhere was safer on earth than with all of them. There was 24/7 surveillance within the office and your home, guards patrolling, all armed and trained, as well as having the enhanced bodies of your boyfriends always at your side.

You were safe.

Safe.

And yet, still, there you lay. Wide awake, breaths shallow, trying to remain as quiet as possible so that you may listen to any sounds of intruders walking through your home. It is an impossible feat to do either way due to the pounding of your heartbeat without your ears, the repetitive thump and drum that increased in speed over the minutes. Your palms were becoming clammy where they were resting on Steve’s chest, a faint tremble beginning to throb through your limbs as well. You closed your fingers into a tight fist, attempting to cease the shaking whilst blowing out a long breath as the clock ticked to 00:01 am.

It was no use. You couldn’t do it anymore. Couldn’t just simply lay there and wait to be attacked or taken.

Carefully as you could, you attempted to climb out of your fierce hold, but due to your fragile state and the firm grip of Steve and Bucky, the movements stirred them both awake.

“Baby? Everything ok? Where are you going?” Steve asked, still half asleep but attempting to rouse himself more by rubbing the sleep out of his eyes.

“Sorry”, you whisper into the darkness, “I just needed to use the bathroom”. The lie trembled from your lips as you clumsily searched the bedroom floor for some clothing to cover your naked body. From the smell of the shirt that you were now tugging over your head, you’d found Bucky’s t-shirt in the dark. As your eyes adjusted to remain in the darkness, you could see Bucky moving closer to Steve on the bed, his face resting on the blonde's chest, replacing where you’d been.

The sight had you smiling for a split second before a rustle of the wind against the windows drew your frightened attention back to reality. Stepping into the bathroom and shutting the door behind you, there was a stalling moment where the walls seemed to close around you. Strangling. Suffocation. The fears of your past squeezing closer.

“No”, you chastise yourself in a whisper barely audible as you take a single sweeping step towards the sink, running the cold water to splash it on your face. “Enzo is dead. Stop freaking out, you’re being ridiculous!”. Yes, you were having a conversation with yourself, but only because it was a coping mechanism before you completely lost your mind and had a panic attack.

“Get a hold of yourself!”, you continue the monologue whilst staring at your distressed reflection in the mirror. “You’re safe here in your home”. For some reason, your bottom lip began quivering with the rising emotions and the overwhelming urge to cry. Giving your body a thorough head-to-body shake and angrily wiping away the traitorous tears dripping down your cheeks, you also gave yourself stern talking.

“Either you get yourself together, or you embarrass yourself and wake up Steve and Bucky”. You wouldn’t, not when it was something as irrational as being frightened that your definitely deceased deranged brother would somehow return from the dead to steal you to a life of misery. You couldn’t stomach waking them from their slumber to see the sad puppy eyes they would give you as they told you all the things you already knew. You were safe with them; they’d never let anything bad happen.

Filling your lungs with air, you blew out a long, slow breath until your lungs were completely empty. “Right. One search of the house and back to bed”, you decided, needing to check the surroundings with the hopes it would ease your battle with anxiety and insomnia.

Upon leaving the ensuite bathroom, you were thankfully greeted by the sound of two distinctively soft snores from both men still lying together in bed. Tip-toeing past them and into the hallway, you made sure to keep the lights off with your eyes having adjusted to the darkness as you approached Steve’s office.

There were a few things that you needed from this room. Firstly, to check the security camera feeds from his laptop, showing every angle possible surrounding the house and inside the many rooms of the luxury property. The baseball bat was also hiding beneath the desk. It was one of many weapons stashed throughout your home, carefully placed by both Bucky and his bodyguard Natasha and even though a gun would be a swifter finale for any intruder, there were still more consequences if you were to shoot the firearm accidentally and hit the wrong target whereas, with a bat, you could still keep someone at arm's length and also not fatally wound a friend if they came knocking at the door.

Clutching the smooth bat in both of your trembling hands, you watched the screen, flicking between rooms and areas of the exterior of your home, not spotting a single leaf out of place. In fact, the only emotion that seemed to bloom through your chest was adoration as you stared at the bedroom video feed, noticing that Bucky was now the bigger spoon, wrapped thoroughly around Steve, whose hands were stretched out to your side of the bed, like in his unconscious state, he was still searching for you.

Guilt settled heavily in your stomach at the sight, and closed the laptop with a sigh. You knew this paranoia would fade by the time tomorrow came around. Still, it was completely illogical for you to react rationally today, so with a sigh that echoed around the office, you stood and began to search the property physically.

Holding the bat at arm's length, you peeked around corners first then swung before stepping out. You'd been trained to use all the weapons scattered throughout the house with Steve, Bucky, and Natasha, even with how to strike with a baseball bat effectively.

Every shift of shadows out of the corner of your eyes and every creak of the house naturally settling or knocking with the raging winds outside had your heart racing and senses going into full alert.

One check of the house turned into four full sweeps to ensure no one was there. It was also a slow and thorough check, so by the time you were stepping carefully through the kitchen, glancing out of the back window and into the dark abyss that was your back garden. The creak of footsteps echoed from upstairs; you’d become lost and disorientated on the search, and you had neglected to check the time.

05:03 am.

A sniffle and quiet cough followed the footsteps of the man who had decided to wake earlier than most. In a rush of adrenaline and the need to not be found with a baseball bat in hand like a crazy lady in the dark, you decided to hide the weapon in one of the kitchen cupboards and quickly pretended to be preparing coffee as the sleepy steps wandered down the carpeted stairs.

Placing two cups onto the kitchen counter, you almost held your breath in anticipation for the morning grumbly welcome by whoever had woken first. Steve and Bucky both like to be awake early, much to your usual pleas for them to stay in bed.

However, as the man walked into the kitchen, not a single word was shared as he stepped up close behind you, enveloping your body in a warm and metal arm, wrapping tightly around your waist and pulling you backwards until flush against a naked chest. Stubbled cheeks nuzzled into your neck as lips gently kissed the sensitive skin as you sighed, eyes closing and all tension diminishing into the floor at the feeling of finally being safe.

The two of you swayed on the spot, wrapped in the tight embrace, listening to the water in the coffee pot. One of your hand gripped onto the metal fingers, feeling the smooth material beginning to warm and match the temperature of your skin. The other hand lifted to rest on the back of his head, scratching his buzzed hair, earning a comforting moan from Bucky as he kissed your jaw.

“It’s a rare day when you’re awake before me”, Bucky whispers into the shell of your ear before kissing it. Goosebumps lined your body with the gruff tone of his early morning voice. He didn’t pester you any more about why you were awake at this time, but he did pinch the hem of your shirt. “Is it your plan to always wear my shirts so I must be topless?”

His words pulled a giggle from your lips, shaking your head as you poured the coffee into each cup. “I don’t know what you’re talking about”.

The two of you sat at the dining room table, coffee in one hand and in the other you held onto one another, admiring the night turn into the day with dawn breaking over the fences that lined the back garden. It was blissful and a welcomed distraction from the terrors beneath your surface.

Steve eventually joined, groaning about waking up alone as he kissed you, then Bucky on the back of the head. “Who knew the big grown mafia boss could be so needy?” Bucky quipped with a teasing smirk over the rip of his cup before taking another glug of the coffee.

“That’s a lot of sass for someone who will be going without any breakfast if he keeps it up”, Steve grumbles as he looks through the refrigerator to start preparing the three of you breakfast like he did on most mornings. Before Bucky could respond, Steve asked curiously, “Why is there a baseball bat in with the plates?”

Your eyes downcast to stare into your empty cup, shrugging your shoulders at the burning stares of your boyfriends. “I don’t know. Anyway, who wants a fresh coffee?”

Thankfully, nothing more was mentioned regarding the random appearance of the baseball bat as the three of you ate and prepared to head into the office. You were thankful for the distraction working in the gang gave you, especially on a stressful day like today. Although the paranoia and anxiety that had kept you awake still bubbled away beneath the surface.

On the car journey to work, even squished between Steve and Bucky in the back seats, their hands eagerly resting on the naked skin of your thighs, having pushed the dress up to have the contact. Even your bodyguard and best friend Sam, who was driving the vehicle, couldn’t ease the panic that came from every car horn that blared, the dangerously speeding vehicles that passed or just the erratic driving that was expected with other idiots on the road.

Every single disruption had you anticipating that the car you were in would be hit or stopped, and your brother would then arrive and drag you away. Of course, this didn’t happen, and as you came to work, another heavy sigh released from your body as you walked through the extensive security to get to the office.

New shipments of discreetly stolen goods had arrived, which was a welcome distraction for you, checking the quality and organising where and to whom it would be sold. This only lasted for an hour before the coldness began to creep in, and you made excuses to return to Steve and Bucky back in the office.

“You know you can talk to us, right?” Bucky reminds you carefully whilst pulling your chair closer to his. You couldn’t meet his intense stare as you shifted your body under his awaiting arm so you were cuddled close to his side.

“Yep”, you respond casually, leaning into his warmth.

Bucky’s face lowered to your ear as he stroked his fingers down your arm. “And you also know you’re safe with me. With Steve. In this building or home. I’d do anything to keep you safe, Doll”.

You smile politely at him, trying to ignore the guilt that, for some reason, passed over you as you reached to take his hand that was draped over your shoulders. “I know”.

Out of the corner of your eye, you noticed Bbcky checking his phone for the 15th time in an hour. Not that you’d been counting.

Finally, he seemed to receive the notification he’d been waiting for as he suddenly sprung up from his seat, pulling his leather jacket swiftly.

A frown settled over your features as you sat forward, “where are you going?”

Bucky glanced towards Steve first before addressing your question. “I’ve just got some errands to run, nothing special. I won’t be long, Sweetheart”.

He was leaving you. On a day when you needed him most so that you felt safe, he for some reason had to go.

You stood abruptly, pushing back your chair and taking urgent steps towards him whilst nervously playing with your fingers. “You’re going to leave me on my own!”

“Who am I? The milkman?” Sam joked from where he was standing near the door, and you instantly regretted the words, having not meant them that way. What’s worse is that Steve muttered something under his breath from his desk and now you were riddled with more guilt as Bucky’s sad eyes turned to you, his hands resting heavily on your shoulders.

“I won’t be long, and maybe you’ll get a surprise later.” He tried to bring a smile to your lips, but it was worthless as you were caught between staring at Sam and Steve, trying to find the words to apologise. Bucky breathed heavily through his nose at seeing you distraught, but then his phone pinged again, so with one last kiss to your temple, he made his way to the exit.

Turning to Sam whilst awkwardly rubbing your cheek to ease the burning of embarrassment under your skin, you attempted to apologise, but Steve cut off your sentence. “I’m sorr-”.

“Baby, come here”.

Turning towards the comforting voice, you saw that Steve’s full attention was now on you. He’d moved his seat away from his desk and opened his arm, a clear sign for you to approach, which you did with rushed steps before climbing into his warm, sturdy lap. Your knees rested on either side of his thighs as your fingers caded through the curling blonde hair at the nape of his neck which you were quick to bury your face into, breathing in his calming cologne.

“I’m sorry about the comment; I didn’t mean it like that. I know I’m not alone. My head is just all over the place and-”.

“Shh, I know, baby, you don’t need to explain yourself. I know you’d rather us both be around for you today”. There it was. The one small mention and reference made by someone else that this was a day that you hated. It’s not that it needed to be spoken about as it had been clear that both of your boyfriends had been trying their hardest to be there for you today by being at your side as much as possible, constantly checking in with your emotions and making sure you ate and drank enough.

But Steve saying it out loud seemed to make it all the more real, so as you clung to him with more desperation, his arms did just the same until it felt as if there wasn’t a single part of you that wasn’t currently being touched by his giant frame.

“I love you, Steve, so much”, you plead to him in a tired daze, finally feeling somewhat safe now that you were crowded into his body.

“I’d do anything for you, baby girl, you know that. I love you too. Try and get some sleep; it’ll make the day go faster”.

You wanted to and knew you could if you’d let your eyes drop close, but something still wasn’t sitting right like an itch that needed to be scratched.

“Could I please make one request… sir?” you say, nerves beginning to flicker through your chest at the intimacy of the request, already starting to switch into the role of the submissive mind, especially after the fragile state you’d been in all day.

Steve seemed to straighten his posture at using the name, and his lips kissed the top of your head a few times before he responded, “Anything”.

Lifting your head away from his neck and gazing into the endlessly intense blue eyes that always looked so kindly down at you, you asked, “Please can we touch everywhere? I just want to sit and be close”.

Steve tried not to smile at the innocence and the way you couldn’t even say the words, ‘Please can I cock warm you?’ which he knew was what you were asking. Reaching between your bodies, he began to undo his belt and zipper, “You know you don’t need to ask, Sweetheart. I want you to feel comfortable”.

You could never explain to someone why you loved the thought of cock warming so much. It seemed to settle both your nerves and put you into a relaxing state. Not at all times, though. Half the time, it would just turn you into a horny, wet mess that ended with you riding the cock until at least three orgasms. But other times, such as now, you just needed to be stretched and feel as close to Steve as possible.

Lifting higher onto your knees, you moved aside your underwear and lifted the front of your dress as you manoeuvred yourself to accommodate the toe-curling length that was Steve Rogers. Through your groaning sigh, you couldn’t hear Steve’s matching noise as he made sure you were comfortable with a steading arm around your hips before shuffling his seat closer to the desk and continuing with his work and talking to Sam about an email he’d just received.

You were asleep before hearing the end of the email being read out. Your head is resting on his shoulder, hands loosely holding onto the material of his crisp navy blue shirt. You were warm, full and safe.

Hours later, as the sun began to set and the day passed, you were still drowsy, much more relaxed than you had been in the morning. You’d wake up to Steve packing his belongings and Sam saying he’d warm the car for you and Steve.

As you gathered your disorientated thoughts and tried to sit up, you noticed that Steve was very much still thoroughly hard inside of your soaked cunt. Silently, you thanked whatever super serum had been injected into him during his time in the army. You clenched at the realisation, and Steve hummed in contentment at realising you were waking up.

“Let’s get you home. Bucky’s waiting there for us”, Steve informed quietly whilst cupping your cheek tenderly.

With the position you’d been sitting in, your legs were sore and tense, but Steve was more than happy to carry you down, even with his cock still inside. However, with the movements of his steps, it caused his length to ease in and out of your already sensitive cunt that by the time you’d made it to the car, you were clinging desperately to his shoulders as an orgasm rushed through you, pulsing between your legs.

Steve’s knees nearly buckled as he rested your frame against the side of the car, his face dropping to your neck as he breathed you in deeply. Your cunt continued to clench around his cock until he, too, joined you in euphoria with a deep grunt and a snap of his hips; warmth flooded your hole and began dripping out and onto the floor. Neither of you or his employees batted an eyelid as both of you came.

Once in the car, you were so distracted with cleaning each other up that the idiots in other vehicles that had panicked you on the way in, didn’t remotely phase you.

Wishing Sam a good night, you and Steve walked up to your front door, hand in hand. Steve opened the front door for you, letting you walk into the living room first, where you abruptly stopped, causing the blonde to nearly knock into you.

“I promise I tried to stop him, but he’s a feral little beast!” Bucky exclaimed from where he sat on the floor, surrounded by something that could only be described as chaos.

It seemed all of the decorative pillows had been utterly destroyed as the contents of the fluff covered all of the surfaces. Not only this, but there were half-eaten shoes, and the corners of the couches and coffee table seemed to have tiny bite marks gnawed into them.

“Bucky?! What did you do?” You couldn’t even comprehend where the mess began and ended as you looked at your dishevelled boyfriend sitting on the floor. Well, he was more lying down, reaching beneath one of the couches as he began to sit up and plastered a wide, toothy grin towards you.

“Surprise!” Bucky shouts with exhausted joy as Steve sighs with a shaky laugh from behind you.

“Surprise? What kind of a surprise is my home being destroyed?” you say, gobsmacked, staring longingly at your favourite cushions ripped to shreds.

As Bucky opened his mouth to explain, a tiny yap sounded from beneath the furniture where he’d just been reaching, and suddenly, a bundle of black fur was pounding for your ankles. It took you a second to drop to your knees and gasp, reaching for the puppy.

“Careful! His teeth are viscous”, Bucky warns, trying to reach forward to grab the animal, but you beat him to it and pull the pup into your lap.

“Oh my god, look at you! Aren’t you just the most beautiful little thing! Was it you that destroyed my lovely cushions? It was, wasn’t it? That’s okay. I forgive you. I’ll forgive you for everything. You're just so damn cute!” you couldn’t help but talk in a childishly high voice as you spoke to the adorable little puppy.

Thankfully, he didn’t bite you with his tiny sharp teeth and instead rolled onto his back on your legs, his paws resting in the air as he waited for a belly rub you happily gave him with carefully placed head kisses.

“You didn’t tell me you were getting a new guard dog! And what happened to the rule of not letting them into the house?” you asked Bucky as you continued to pet the pup.

Steve squatted down next to you, reaching to stroke the puppy behind his ears but then quickly retreating as the tiny sharp teeth nearly nipped his fingers. “He’s not going to be a guard dog; he’s going to be your dog”.

Your head spun with how fast you looked between your boyfriends as you screamed, “What?!”

“Yep! He’s all yours. He’s a Rottweiler and is eight weeks old. They’re known to be a protective breed and great guard dogs, so we will have him properly trained a couple of times a week for this, but we also want him to be yours”. As Bucky explained he knelt closer which earned the attention of your new puppy who watched him closely but continued to lick your fingers in between as you scratched the top of his head.

Steve rested a firm hand on your lower back as he continued, “We know how difficult today is, even with our reassurance that you are safe from Enzo”. Even just hearing his name, your whole body tightens and locks, almost forgetting to breathe until a certain puppy begins to wiggle and try and jump up your body to attempt to lick your face, having noticed the change in demeanour. “We wanted there to be someone around for you all the time, just with the chance that you could still feel safe if Bucky or I weren’t by your side. So, we are hoping this little rascal will be able to do this”, Steve says playfully, stroking along the puppy's back but quickly withdrawing when he nearly nipped again.

“Thank you. Both of you. I don’t even know where to begin with telling you how amazing this gift is”, you say brightly, glancing between the two men you loved most in the world.

“Don’t thank us; it’s the least we could do”, Steve mutters whilst leaning in to kiss your cheek and then standing up, beginning to grab handfuls of fluff from all the surfaces with an attempt at cleaning up the mess.

“I just want you to be happy”, Bucky whispers whilst kissing your other cheek, but then his gaze moves to the puppy, and a line forms between his brows as he frowns. “There will be some ground rules, though. No dog on the couch or in bed. We need boundaries”.

You nod your head in understanding but lean closer to whisper to the pup loud enough that Steve and Bucky could still hear. “Don’t listen to the grumpy old man. You can stay wherever you’d like!”

Bucky sighs whilst rolling his eyes and begins to help Steve with cleaning.

The three of you were sat in front of the TV watching a late-night film. The four of you were sitting on the couch as the puppy was resting in your lap, exhausted from all the playing you’d been doing and now resting as you tried to think of a name for the little guy.

“What about Winchester? That’s a good dog name, right?” you ask the boys, but mostly the dog, hoping he would react to one of the suggestions, but he hasn’t succeeded so far. You pondered some more whilst petting his little black ears. “Oh, what about Sargeant?! No… what about Rogers? No…”. You gave up trying to think of a name off the top of your head and began to scroll for suggestions online.

“Max? Brutus? Thor? Um, nope, these aren’t good. Chase? Ari? Bullet? Dodger? Bli-” Your suggestions stop as the puppy’s head tilts to look at you, seeming more awake. “What is it? Is it one of the names? Ari?” No response, “Bullet?” still no response. “Dodger?” his precious little tail began to wag as he yapped.

“Dodger? You like that name?” he barked again, attempting to climb higher up your body to lick your face as you laughed fondly.

“Dodger it is”, Steve announced from your side with a smile.

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