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Could you do cult leader! geto I’m so feral for this like he doesn’t care about his followers but reader is just so pretty and he wants to make her his lover for the whole cult to see PLS IM FERAL N I LOVE YOUR WRITING <3

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fem!reader/cult leader!Suguru Geto Warnings: angst, pining, slowish burn not really, selling and technically kidnapping, the reader has a sad backstory KAY [implied physical abuse], age gap [Geto is 37 and reader is 24], forbidden romance, im gonna make the reader sassy dx, alternate AU where Geto is a cult leader but it's set in more of an ancient time YOULL SEE [kind of like my happy marriage], bathtub masturbation, bathtub sex, sexual tension, cumshot [breasts], masochist!Suguru Geto, hair pulling, Word count: 7221 DESC: Suguru Geto never thought about giving a monkey who couldn't wield jujutsu a chance ... until he met you.

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Every morning it was the same routine. Suguru would wake up at 7:45 AM every morning to an empty bed, with the lights a dull orange color. They hung from the room's corners and lit up just enough to let him peer around. He slowly forced himself off the squeaky mattress, becoming accustomed to the sensation of the cold wood against his bare feet. A breath of air flowed through his nose as his hand lazily trailed through his robes, hanging in his large closet. There were so many to choose from, all almost the same. Although, some details were different. Blue trim vs yellow, or a red pattern vs green. In all honesty, he never cared much about his appearance. As long as he wouldn’t have to leave, he didn’t mind his daughters or servants doing the shopping for him. Maybe that’s why the leader's hair was too long to manage, so he would lazily put half of it up in a semi-orderly bun.

All of these people, and Suguru Geto was completely and utterly alone. He had no one who understood why he decided to become the leader of the Star Religious group so young, almost twenty years ago, at the ripe age of seventeen. All of his innocence was lost at such an age that he could feel a bitter taste rising on the back of his tongue. Bile. The taste of regret. Sometimes he looked out the window to some of the convent’s children playing in the courtyard, and he wished he had found a partner to aid him on his journey. No one ever caught his eye, no one ever piqued his interest. No one like …

Suguru shook his head and blinked a few times, sending himself out of an impending spiral and instead leaving it for another day. He looked over to his robes, where his hand clung to his signature robe, yellow trim with a green pattern sewn to the front. There was something so comforting about this robe. Maybe because it was the first one ever made for him by his monkey servants, the only monkeys he’d ever let near his person without choosing to disinfect himself afterward. They knew their place in society and acted accordingly. The only monkeys he could tolerate.

Another sound took him out of his thoughts, a knock on the door. He turned his head, “Come in,” was all he had to rasp. His voice was naturally soft, as he didn’t typically raise it past a whisper to most. Only when Suguru was truly enraged would he begin to scream and yell at those useless monkeys… but that was becoming rare now.

A tuft of pink hair appeared from the door as it opened, showing his secretary Manami. She strolled in as if she owned the room, opting to close the door with a push to her hip. The male watched her with an indifferent gaze as she tapped the rickety clipboard in her hand, “I found you a personal servant.”

“Personal servant? Why would I need that? I’m capable of dressing myself, you know,” as Suguru spoke he began to pull at his sheer robe, the one he slept in. His secretary looked up to the ceiling, avoiding any and all contact with his body as she possibly could.

She tapped a pen along the rim of the clipboard as she continued, “Someone to make the bed and cut your hair. It’s getting too long, sir.” Manami swiftly raised her hand and pointed to him with the pen, still avoiding his body with her eyes up. He raised an eyebrow at her, shrugging off the robe and setting it neatly on his bed. His jaw flexed as he clenched it, in thought. Would the leader of the Star Religious group need a personal maid to do every little thing he needed? I mean, it sounded appealing to have a monkey fetch him any useless thing he requested. Watching them spread themselves thin trying to appease him. His lips pulled together in a silent smile at that thought.

“What’s this servant's credentials?” Suguru pulled his robe off the hanger and blew on it lightly, ridding it of the dust it had collected throughout the week it had been since he wore it.

“Well she’s about 24, so past any good age to get married off,” she listed off, looking down at her clipboard as she spoke, “She’s worked in several different houses as a housekeeper and nanny, but she’s been let go for differing reasons.”

Geto slid on his robe and adjusted it until it fell across his muscular body, “Fired? Was she unruly or perhaps a pain in the ass?” A humorous tone took to his voice and Manami laughed in response, handing him the clipboard so he could see for himself. In a subtle sprawl, it wrote your name. It was interesting as he perused down the paper, stopping at the section where it detailed how you were let go: “Fired for talking back” and “Inappropriate conduct” happened to be recurring on the list, making the leader quirk an eyebrow. The last time he had anyone with some sense of personality was ages ago, as I previously stated my guy doesn’t raise his voice often. “What does she look like?” He asked, handing the clipboard back to the woman.

“I dunno. Why? Finally over your ex, Sugruuuuuuu?” Manami teased, a grin appearing on her face. However, it quickly disappeared as soon as he shot her a warning glare. Never bring up that name. Even edging around the subject, do not bring it up. Every servant and every secretary knew the leader’s past was a delicate subject. Never bring it up.

She cleared her throat and continued, “Her parents are the ones using her for labor money. We can undercharge them for an old hag and get full labor! ‘Course, she’d have to live here… but I can situate that,” she waved a hand in the air to dismiss that train of thought, “I think it’ll be good for you, sir. Maybe you can get some release.”

She did it that time. Suguru’s eyes shot up to hers and gave her a look that would have sent anyone running. Manami apologized instantly, bowing her head. Everyone also knew of their Emperor’s lack of sexual lovers, and his constant sexual frustrations. He had never been able to fully relieve himself, for well over twelve years. There was a pent-up hunger burning inside him and no one could satiate it no matter how much he tried.

“Hire her. I wish to get acquainted with my new personal servant.”

Your personality had always bounced back even in the face of adversity, maybe that’s why every household you’ve ever worked for had fired you. Life wasn’t easy for someone like you, in a family who didn’t prioritize you. All they wanted were sons and they were blessed with a daughter who couldn’t even marry, you were a disgrace. So they decided they would use you for money if they could, milking you for every cent you were worth. However, you couldn’t keep a job.

You started well-behaved and quiet, but soon the snippy comments would start. Then soon, you’d be making a scene, disrespectfully calling out your bosses for their treatment in a very public manner. Then they’d fire you instantly, making your family angry once more. It was a vicious cycle they couldn’t snap you from. You were never going to change until your father had announced you had been sold.

The Star Religious group had agreed to your purchase, giving your family a sum of money they hadn’t seen in their entire lifetime. It was enough for them to skip town and leave you in your own abandoned house. Rough. Of course, that money wouldn’t hold them afloat forever, but they didn’t realize it at the time. All you could think about was the fact you had been abandoned by the people you had been blessed to, the people who said they loved you.

You were never going to change until that day.

There was no use in fighting, because what happened after this? You’d have no one to back you up or a roof to sleep under. This time… you weren’t going to fuck it up. A carriage arrived at your vacant lot a day after your parents announced you were sold, leaving you alone with your thoughts. In a side bag were two kimonos, a compact, and a hair clip. You opened your rickety front door and peered over at the carriage with wide eyes. Normally a comment would fly out of your mouth, but you couldn’t even will yourself to speak. You didn’t have the will or energy to do anything more than sit and stare like a rock before a woman came out of it.

She was beautiful, with short pink hair and a purple dress. She shouted your name and clasped her hands together in front of her stomach, “Oh he’s going to like you very well. Sir Geto has a thing for submissive women.”

You couldn’t even bring yourself to laugh in her face and contradict her statement, nodding lifelessly, “I am grateful for this opportunity, Ms.”

“Ms. Manami Suda to you!” She grinned, stepping aside to let you walk inside the carriage. It was a dull red on the outside and the same interior-wise, nothing special. You didn’t note the patterns on the inner walls or how the cushion felt. In all honesty, you didn’t care. Even though it was mid-day, you found yourself fantasizing about sleeping in a cot that wasn’t made of pure shit material, maybe even with a pillow.

The carriage ride was quiet, aside from the occasional comment from Manami about how you didn’t have the monkey smell. Oh, that’s right… they were Jujutsu Sorcerers. You or anyone in your family for that matter were not blessed with the sorcerer gene, so you truly didn’t understand what it meant. Instead of speaking you nodded politely and let a fake small smile grace your lips, as if you were actually listening to her. The countryside was beautiful, the ride taking you deep into the middle of nowhere. Then you saw it, large buildings all coupled together to create a convent. They were tan with brown bamboo roofs, slanted to a point on the top. Incredibly gorgeous. You had always fantasized about building your own buildings one day, admiring from afar. But you weren’t built for that lifestyle.

It was only ever going to be a fantasy for you it seemed.

The two of you entered the convent in silence, taking in the architecture. It was gorgeous, something you had seen from far away but never dared to venture to up close. You resisted so many urges to run your hand along the columns of the outdoor hallways that lined the outdoor courtyard in the center, where many of the children played. They all looked happy and free, something you found yourself envying.

“Lord Geto is right this way,” Manami spoke eagerly, walking ahead of you and motioning around, “Get used to it kid, you’ll be spending a lot of time here,” she then glanced back at you, a smile branding her lips, “Don’t get smart.” To her, she didn’t think that you were the same girl with the smart mouth that had been let go so many times. In some ways, you weren’t the same. You were so completely and utterly done with your life you couldn’t bring yourself to even have an ounce of personality you once did.

The rest of the walk was quiet before she turned on her heels to the right and motioned to a large door. It was red, with golden trim around the edges. You couldn’t see inside but you knew exactly what lay behind those doors. Manami took your bag from you politely and knocked a few times on the door, hearing some shuffling and seeing them open. Two guards opened the door, their faces stone-cold and stoic. They were almost scary looking, but nothing prepared you for the man who was behind them. He sat on a mound of pillows, head resting in his palm, and his eyes glued to you. In every sense of the word he was gorgeous, you had never seen anyone that beautiful. And he could say the same about you.

Suguru’s eyes widened just a tad as he took in your person. You were beautiful, looking hand-carved from a cloud by the finest god, wine drunk on nothing but your beauty alone. How could this be? No non-sorcerer should have ever made him stare for longer than a few seconds. Manami noticed, hell, everyone but you noticed. He blinked once, then twice, pulling him out of the trace you had put over him, a delicate smile gracing his lips. He spoke your name and used his free hand to beckon you over.

You did as you were told, walking into the room silently. But you hadn’t seen the rug placed before you or the corner of that small table. You found yourself hitting the side of the table with your right ankle, then tripping forward, completely slipping due to the rug. It was within seconds you were face down to the ground, letting out an astonished gasp. That was it. You had done it. You had tripped in front of the most notorious non-sorcerer-hating Sorcerer in the entire country. You had made a complete and utter fool of yourself and that was going to be the end of your life. A sad and embarrassed blush filled your cheeks and hollowed out your temples, waiting for your punishment.

“I’m… so very sorry,” you managed to mumble, lifting your head from your crouched position. You didn’t hear Suguru lean forward, changing his position to kneel in front of you, and you didn’t expect him to be leaning over you so closely. His face looked down at you with a different kind of softness, raven strands of hair falling over his ears.

“Nonsense. It happens to the best of us… sit up,” he purred, whispering a magical tune in your ear. In any other person, this caring persona would have elicited a feeling of trust and safety. But you found this to be resulting in a different kind of reaction. Suguru’s brow furrowed ever so slightly when you sat up, moving to sit on your knees in front of him, and stared at him with … fuck me eyes?? No one had ever lusted after him so obviously and that quickly too! I mean he was Suguru fucking Geto, for crying out loud- he was supposed to be scary, not sexy! Well… maybe both.

He blinked slowly to reset his thoughts, letting a gentle hand swipe past her cheek and softly hold her chin. Geto spoke your name lowly as he tilted your head to one side, taking in your features. It was nothing more than a pass over to see you fully, but you had completely soaked your underwear. Yeah, that’s right, you weren’t scared of him you were aroused. It felt even more embarrassing because it was incredibly obvious your fear-torn stare had turned into something more objectifiying.

You were just picturing him leaning in and whispering sweet nothings as his voice broke your thoughts, “Your name is very pretty.” His voice brushed against your ears and once he retracted his hand back, a small frown parted your lips. His touch was warm and soft, contrasting the devilish stare Suguru typically wore. You wanted to relish in it for a few more moments, but you couldn’t live in a fantasy, now could you?

“Thank you, sir,” you replied, looking down to your lap. You just felt your wetness create an uncomfortable pool in your underwear, making it hard not to squirm. Especially with those naturally beautiful eyes staring at you with a hidden curiosity.

Aside from the obvious lust radiating off of your person, you were a hard individual to read. Geto was getting mixed signal after mixed signal from your face he decided to sigh and ignore whatever he was feeling at that moment, opting to go over the business side of things. “You will become my personal servant, focussing on cooking, cleaning, and fulfilling my everyday needs. Understood?”

You nodded as he continued, “I would let Manami show you to your room… but it appears she’s wandered off,” he motioned to the slightly open door behind you, “I don’t mind showing you.” With that, the emperor stood up and cleared his throat, brushing his big hands against his robe. You watched with wide eyes as it flowed around him, making him appear more majestic than he actually was. You found yourself standing up and following your new boss, opting not to speak or do anything to draw more attention to yourself.

As the two of you walked, the columns lining the walls took hold of your mind. The patterns in the wallpaper were one thing in itself, but the structure of the clearly customized columns made your heart flutter. It was gorgeous. Dragon scales dipped into the wall before coming out, in the middle of every door that lined the long indoor hallway. Your feet slowed to a stop, staring at the gold dragon trim. Your hand inched toward it slowly, just one touch to see the type of material. Suguru hadn’t noticed you wandered off until he turned and in the corner of his eye, he saw you stroke the wall. At first, he wanted to do the dick thing and clear his throat, embarrassing you. But something stopped him. You were as pretty as that dragon, the gold reflecting off your skin and making you practically glow in the dim light. You were gorgeous. Stunning even. It was strange, he had never felt himself this attracted to anyone in his life. Aside from- never mind.

The leader slowly walked back, making his way behind you. You were tolerable to be around, tolerable for a monkey. That was something he had to remind himself about. You were still a non-sorcerer. You were still inferior to him in every sense of the word. Whatever feelings were creeping into his chest and making his heart sing had to get shut away in that instant, so he did the dick move and cleared his throat.

Your hand was on one of the scales and you froze, turning your head with the speed of light to meet his gaze. “Lord… Please forgive me,” you blurted out, turning on your heel and pressing both hands to your chest, “I’m very sorry. I should never have gotten distracted. I’m sorry,” you squeaked, shutting your eyes tight. You knew what was bound to come… either a physical punishment or your letter of unemployment. Before Suguru could even respond, you lifted your head and tilted it to the side, motioning to your cheek.

His eyebrow quirked up. He had never seen a servant ask for a punishment for their own wrongdoings, especially when it wasn’t that severe. A strange pang hit his chest, causing a weight to form across his own heart. What had happened in your sad life that made you so prone to letting people do things like that to you? This wasn’t the woman he was expecting. When you walked in, terrified and shy, then … horny, he thought he had gotten the wrong girl. Something must have happened for you to change like that. Maybe your obvious attraction was a hint of the personality you were hiding. Then Suguru had another question: why were you hiding your personality? The first duh answer was so you wouldn’t get fired right away, right? But he felt like there was something more.

Something he shouldn’t have cared about. You were a non-sorcerer, a monkey! It was forbidden on all accords.

Suguru blinked a few times, taking himself out of his weird spiral of thoughts to look at your face, contorted with worry, “It’s … alright. I wasn’t aware you liked architecture,” he motioned to the dragon’s golden bodice on the wall, “That was custom made from…” You let your boss explain how the dragon was made and imported, listening to every word. You didn’t want to speak and ruin your only chance at a new life. This was the one and only time you had ever held your breath, stopping any words from coming out.

After a moment, the male paused and looked over you once more. Something was turning over inside his head and he so desperately wanted an answer. What was going on inside your head and what had deflated your personality so? What had made you turn yourself into a shell of the person he knew was still in there? …And why was he longing to see this? But he said nothing. The moment had passed and as quickly as you wandered off, you were shown to your room. If Geto had let himself unravel any further he would have requested her to accept a binding vow of pure honesty, with the promise of his protection. Why? Why was she pulling at his mind and making him lose it?

That night, he set himself a bath. The water splashed and made small waves as he dipped his feet into it, before submerging his large body. There was something so very calming about a bath to clear his mind… but he couldn’t rid it of you. Of your face, of your monkey smell, or your body. Even though the kimono you were wearing was a size too big, he still made sure to look you over subtly. He took in your large curves and bit his lip, thinking about them as he sat by himself. He was completely and utterly alone, in spirit and in a literal sense. Of course, he’d get a morning erection every now and then, but it had been a long time since something had turned him on just from the thought of it.

One of Suguru’s hands dipped into the water and grabbed ahold of his meaty cock, dragging a hand up and down his length. It was foreign, but coming back to him like muscle memory. He didn’t want to savor this orgasm to the thought of a lowly monkey, he wanted to get it over with then pretend it never even happened. He wanted to pretend this was all some strange dream he was forced into… not at all something that was going to be plaguing him. He inhaled sharply and leaned his head back, resting his back against the edge of the bathtub. The water was coming up to his mid stomach, warming up his lower half. His pleasure was a gradual build, but he was trying his hardest to rush it. The leader wanted nothing more than to cum and then forget it. His hand tightened around his shaft, stroking upwards to find any sense of release. It was a few seconds before he came, rolling his hips a few times at the new sensation. It was a build of pure warmth before he felt his fluids ooze out of his tip with heavy force. It sprung into the water and contaminated it with his filthy seed.

It was enough to make him grimace. A non-sorcerer made him so hot and bothered he was forced to spill all over himself, in the bath no less! First, he felt an odd sense of attraction to you… now he wanted nothing to do with it. If it was going to keep him feeling this way, Suguru wanted nothing to do with you. Even if you were beautiful, and you smelt good, and your skin was soft. He could feel it on his fingertips, a psychosomatic warmth radiating off of his hands.

This was not going to be good for him. You were not going to be good for him.

You woke up at 9 AM sharp, not by choice. Manami shook you a few times, forced you out of your comforting dream, and made you sit up on the small cot you had gotten as your bed. It was more than you could have ever asked for, even if it was made for someone a bit smaller than you. So was your new kimono. They had a dress code for servants to differentiate them, and clearly whoever was the last servant didn’t have a very large … bust. You stared at yourself in the mirror, seeing your form ache to be freed from the tight clothing. The buttons didn’t go all the way down, exposing a bit of cleavage, and it tore a bit at the small of your back. Manami wasn’t much help either, opting to snicker at you and roll her eyes. You wanted to bite back and say something to get her riled up, but you never found your strength. Instead, you took it and nodded.

“Okay so, Sir Geto’s room is the one to your left. Go ahead and start his bath. Don’t try to wake him up, though. He’ll be all grumpy if you do,” she explained, motioning wildly with her hands. She was a very extroverted person. Someone you would’ve gotten along with if you didn’t feel like absolute dog shit at that very moment. You nodded your head politely and exited the room, opening your bosses.

It was neat, with barely any decor. Gas lanterns hung from the walls dimly, always keeping the room somewhat illuminated. You tried your hardest not to look at his sleeping form, but you caved. He was so gorgeous it made you pussy throb just from looking at him. His face was resting peacefully against his pillow, some black hairs sprawled against his forehead. His hair was long, longer than you expected, flowing behind him on his bed. And he was wearing what appeared to be a sheer robe. You swallowed and made your way into his bathroom, almost slipping on the excess water left behind from his previous night's bath. You were innocent enough not to question the pile of tissues on the counter, pushing them into the small garbage pail. Then it was a matter of setting up his bath.

In a cabinet hidden by a curve in the wall, you noticed some aromatic bath salts and other essential oils. One of the households you worked for was very into the essential thing, so you had an idea of what scents went together. You didn’t want Geto to smell like a whole mixture of things, but rather one family of scents. You chose a vial of rosemary, lavender, and peppermint oil, hoping it would go together. The bath turned on with a single turn of the knob. Your hands rested on the base of the tub, feeling the water to make sure it wasn’t too hot. It got to the perfect temperature and you put the stopper on the drain, letting it fill up. In the meantime, you sat on the edge of the bathtub and peered around the bathroom. It was again, tidy and austere. He didn’t have an eye for decorating or he didn’t enjoy it.

You heard a faint groan in the bedroom, signaling Suguru was waking. You inhaled the smell of rosemary and turned on your side to watch as it spilled one drop at a time from the vial. Then fell the peppermint, followed by the lavender. The scent filled the bathroom in an aromatic fashion, filling your senses with a sudden calm. Was it some kind of drug concoction? It was a smell that made you lean back and sigh, filling you with a sense of safety in your surroundings.

“Good morning,” Suguru spoke, a raspy edge to his voice. Your eyes shot open from their closed state and you stood up, clasping your hands on your chest to hide your cleavage. But you hadn’t seen him staring at you from the bathroom door. He leaned against the doorframe, in only his thin nighttime robe, and stared at your thick breasts. The fabric was so tight, it pulled gaps between each button. He had to admit it, it was hot. Even if you were a filthy monkey, you were a hot filthy monkey. A hot filthy monkey with a banging body.

“Lord Geto, I was preparing your bath,” you stepped to the side and motioned to the filling water. He caught a glimpse of your back as you turned to turn the knob to the water down to a stop. He saw the tear and the bit of your lacey underwear peeking out from underneath it. Was he that much of a monster that the first time a beautiful non-sorcerer appeared, he’d cave and melt?

It was starting to feel that way as something came out of his mouth, “How do you feel about me? …Honestly.”

You opened your mouth to respond, on autopilot, before you closed it as quickly as you opened it. What could you say? You found him attractive and you wanted him to breed you? You couldn’t exactly say that, so instead you opted for something more generic, “I think you’re a very respectable leader and emperor to your coven.”

Bull. Shit. Suguru knew it was a lie and he knew you knew it as well. He didn’t have a reputation for being respectable in any sense of the word. He was a cold-blooded killer who’d murder anyone who wronged him in any way. A cold-blooded killer who was beginning to have a strange soft spot for you…

“Tell me this,” he took a step forward, “if you vow to never lie to me again … I vow to protect you from getting fired, no matter what.” Was he seriously going to bindingly vow himself to some non-sorcerer? Was he seriously going to do this because he wanted to know how he was perceived?

“...Really?” You asked, your mouth opening slightly. All he wanted was honesty?? You could do that! You could do that so well!!

“Really,” Geto took another step forward and began to undo the tie holding together his robe. You had made it a point to stare at his face, but you were aching to quickly glance down below his belt. Just for a second.

“Okay. I swear…” You looked away and bit your bottom lip for a moment. You’d have to be honest now. You looked back at the man and let a smile appear on your face, “I think you’re more hot than you are scary.”

Suguru’s eyes widened. That’s not at all the kind of tonal shift he had expected from you. He expected you to admit some kind of vague attraction and perhaps that he was a terrifyingly charismatic leader. But… he got a response which made an embarrassed blush fill his temples.

“I’m .. hot?” He raised an eyebrow, pulling off the robe and letting it fall to the floor. Your eyes didn’t shy away now, making direct eye contact with his flaccid cock. It was beautiful even in that state, making your mouth hang open just a bit more. It was huge too. Thoughts of his girth stretching out your tiny pussy flooded into your thoughts. He could fuck you so good with that thing. And his voice… it was perfect.

“A lot of you is hot,” you looked back at his face, which was an excruciatingly bright shade of red. No one had ever felt this comfortable to objectify Suguru this way to his face. He couldn’t deny the fact he was growing to enjoy it. And grow in other ways. He took a few more steps forward, hands reaching out and pulling you closer to his front.

“You’re being filthy, not honest,” a small smirk graced his lips as he stared down at you with half-lidded eyes, beaming with lust.

“I can do both,” you returned a smile. A weight had been lifted off your shoulders. You had complete and utter job security. That’s all you could have ever wanted in your entire life, just a place to stay. Even if it meant working with this hot guy for the rest of your life, you didn’t mind. Although, he thought of you as inferior, you didn’t care. That’s what did it. Your personality had been led out of its cage and shown to Suguru’s perverted gaze. He realized what kind of person you were from your few sentences. You were just as much of a pervert as he was. The tonal shift was enough to make you realize what his next plans were, especially when he let his big hands snake around your waist.

“This is,” Suguru let out a breath and craned his head down, brushing his lips past your ear, “Very wrong… But I can’t help but imagine what it would be like to kiss you, pretty girl,” he cooed, using his free hand to tilt your chin up to face him as he pulled his face back. You both looked at each other’s features for a moment without anything. What was there to say? You could feel him throbbing between your legs with that massive log he had attached to his front. It was hot. You just wanted to trail your hand down his chest and watch him shiver when you got to his v-line.

“You can’t fire me… so I don’t care,” two hands found themselves placed on his bare chest, running up and down his pectorals, “Am I too lowly for you, sir?” You purred, looking back up at him with a lustful expression. It was all you had to say before he proved you wrong. Devastatingly slow, he brought your lips together. The hand on your chin disappeared, moving to rest upon your ass. You sighed into the kiss, molding your lips together in perfect synchronization. It was as if his mouth was made for you, pulling you into sensations you had never felt before. The kiss didn’t last long before he pulled back and looked down at you with an unmistakable expression. He was going to fuck the living shit out of you. It was written on his face from the way he was clearly thinking about how to go about it. There was a bathtub full of aromatic water, waiting to be used… You looked down at the tub and looked back at him. You two didn’t have to say anything as his hands grabbed at the hole from the back of your kimono and ripped it. It made a loud tearing sound and he continued to pull, until little to no fabric hung from your breasts.

You gasped and looked down at the mess he had made, moving to undo your underwear, then you looked at his cock. It was just aching to be touched in some way. Your hand found his tip and started to stroke down his shaft, then up. Who knew a non-sorcerer's hands would feel phenomenal compared to his own? Suguru let out a faint groan, leaning into your touch. He had never let himself take pleasure in things, ever since his breakup [at KFC] twenty years ago… but now it felt different. He felt like he had one chance to do this and he wasn’t going to spoil it. Your hands were so warm, he could just imagine how warm your mouth would be, gagging on his length.

Large hands cupped your ass and lifted your body, causing you to exclaim loudly and wrap your arms around his neck for stability. He was so strong, you could hardly believe it. It was pure talent and genetics that made him perfect on every level. His face was godly and his body was sculpted from the heavens just for your perverted stare. The male set you down gently in the tub, being mindful to make sure you didn’t land too hard on your plush backside. He wanted to save the bruising on your skin for when it was from him. He wanted his hands to be the ones leaving imprint after imprint on your skin, slapping and grabbing without a care for what would be left behind. He plopped down into the water, not caring if he got water to spill from the sides. He didn’t care about anything, because his hands and eyes were glued to you. His hands hooked around your hips and pulled you onto his lap, still being mindful not to hurt you.

You grinned and leaned forward, pushing strands of ebony-colored hair across his forehead and away from his beautiful eyes. Purple, they stared back at you gently. “This… is nice,” you spoke softly, pressing your lips first on his forehead, then his nose, before landing on his lips. It was chaste, as the first kiss had been. But it didn’t stay that way for long. Suguru’s tongue slipped its way into your mouth and took over with a dominating force, making you bite back a whimper. It felt so good. He knew exactly how to move it to elicit whatever reaction he pleased. Your hands raked through his hair, before grabbing fistfuls at the root and moaning into his mouth. He liked that, moaning with you.

“...Harder,” he mumbled against your open mouth, kissing back for more.

“What a pretty little masochist,” you smiled, running your hands through the roots of his hair before clenching them down and yanking up another fistful, hearing him whine in his low gravelly voice. Fuck… it just made you so wet. You clenched your thighs together as you kissed up his face, pulling his hair just to hear the ardor-esc moans fill the room. This was even better than sex, just hearing him get a little bit of pleasure out of this hair-pulling would’ve been satisfactory. But as you did this, you felt his hands fondle your ass, squeezing and palming your skin. It wasn’t long before he lifted you and had you position his throbbing dick against your folds.

You had never felt a dick this good penetrate you in your life. Something about the way it curved to the left and the bulbous head, touched areas you didn’t even know you had, just on the way down. You threw your head back in a breathy whine, rocking your hips back and forth once you felt yourself hit the base of his cock. Suguru used his two hands to help you slide up his length, then down again. He had you trapped in a rhythm of fucking your tight cunt with his member, making you his fuck toy. The male had never felt himself slip into such a trace over a monkey of all people. Non-sorcerers should have not had this hold on him, but you were different. You gasped and bit down on your hand to stop a loud groan escaping your mouth, with your breasts bouncing with each thrust.

“Dirty slut,” Suguru uttered, biting on his bottom lip to stop his own noises from getting too loud. No one could figure out this was happening. It was wrong. It was against everything he had ever stood for. But …god it felt so good. Your walls clenched around him every time he forced you down on his length, taking the time to feel up your hips and ass. You were so soft, inside and out. The perfect toy he could use.

It didn’t take him long to feel close, a familiar pang of desire creeping up the shaft of his cock. You were beyond ready to cum, with this log inside you it wouldn’t take long. You bit down on your fingertips and cried out, not having time to muffle your wails of pleasure. It was a warmth you hadn’t felt in such a long time wash over your whole vagina, flushing out through your body next. You convulsed, grinding your hips back and forth to continue to elongate your high for as much as possible, causing a second orgasm on your way down. No one had ever made you cum like that, making you dumbfounded by the sheer will of their dick.

The cult leader felt himself throbbing for release, but as much as he wanted to, he couldn’t do it inside you. There couldn’t be any evidence of your joint mistake running around in nine months, not here. Instead, he pulled you off his cock and pressed his lips together, “Press your…” He motioned to your breasts then his cock, “So I can…” You nodded and pressed your tits together, pushing them up against the length of his dick. That was all he needed, using his left hand to finish the job. He focused his energy on the swollen tip, leaking precum and begging to release all over your mounds of perfect flesh. Mounds he wanted so desperately to put in his mouth and suck.

Then he came, splattering out of his cock and messily coating your tits. Most of the cum was on your skin, although half of it also found its way into the water. You bit your lip as he came and thrust into the air, into nothing. It was like volt after volt of pure pleasure was shot through his urethra and forced out in one big release, a release he didn’t know he was even capable of. Your cunt had felt so good it made Suguru’s dick completely sensitive to any kind of touches, including his own. So when he came, he let out a loud whine, in his devilishly low voice, “F-fuck… mmm shit.. This was.. Hah.. a mis-mistake,” he breathed out, trying to regulate himself after he had just felt an explosive orgasm run through his penis.

You nodded and looked down at your breasts, coated in his cum. How were you going to explain to Manami that all of your clothes mysteriously wound up torn in Lord Geto’s bathroom? And how were you going to explain the fact you were also covered in Lord Geto’s cum?

“...Can I call you Suguru now?” You asked after a moment, tilting your head to the man who looked as though he had just run a marathon.

There was something utterly interesting about your personality now that you had freed it from your nervous shackles. Suguru didn’t want to extinguish this new fire in your eyes, he wanted to foster it and let it burn. There was no way he was developing some kind of feelings for you other than lust… there was no way. But there were going to be dramatic changes now. After that day, you were treated as one of the regular Sorcerers, which infuriated Manami to no end. You were the most prized possession of Suguru Geto and everyone knew not to anger or upset you because he would get wind of it. Then… there’d be trouble. You were his prized possession. The possession he wanted to see smile and laugh in the sunlight, rather than stay inside and do mindless chores. The possession he wanted to have slept next to him in his bed at night and wrapped his large arms around.

The possession he was growing to… love.

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All Bark and No Bite 12

Masterlist /Series masterlist

Chan x reader (y/n) x ot8

ABO!Nonidol!SKZ Alternate Universe

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Chapter Warnings: Smut, oral (m receiving), grinding, kissing, cursing, crying, fluff, angst, drinking, drunk confessions, suggestive.

WC:8.4k

Chan was right when he thought you would need a lot of aftercare. After the events in the shower he carried you to bed and cuddled you for hours, kissing you and saying how he’s sorry he had to do it. He never apologized for the punishment but he only said that he was sorry it was necessary. The only time he left you last night was to go grab you a plate of dinner that you ate in bed. As far as you knew anyways.

In reality the alpha had waited until you fell asleep then he went and served the punishment news to Felix, who did not take it well. There was a lot of sobbing and pleading but the outcome remained. The beta could not speak to you or touch you in any way until Chan deemed it ok. Felix cried all night but knew he should have followed one of his alphas only rules regarding their omega.

You woke up that next morning feeling uncomfortably sore between your legs. You didn’t feel Chan in bed with you but you did suddenly hear the water running in his bathroom. For a moment you didn’t move, just laying there breathing in your alphas pure scent.

Chan came walking out of his bathroom in just his boxers, noticing your open eyes. His eyes crinkled as he gave you a boyish grin and came to sit on the side of the bed closest to you.

“Morning my love.” he leaned down to kiss your forehead. “I’m running a bath for you. I figured you're probably hurting a little bit, huh?”

You grumbled out a “yeah” and lifted your arms weakly for him to grab you. The alpha laughed lightly and scooped you in his arms, where he brought you to the bathroom. You could tell it was very early, the sun's rays not even quite peeking over the trees you could see from the window. “Wha’ time is it Channie?” you tiredly asked as he lowered your body into the warmth of his massive bathtub. It smelled like he added some epson salts and essential oils into the water.

“Hmm about 6:00 am, maybe 6:15ish. There's a few things that need to be done before we leave and the drive to our usual camping spot is about an hour and a half.” He stripped himself and lowered himself to sit behind you.

“Toooo early” you whined, head laying against his chest as he massages your shoulders. When his hands traveled down further, now getting the knots in your back you let out a sigh. If you had to wake up early, this wasn’t a terrible way to do so.

By 7 you were out of the bath and getting some clothes together to take camping. You had decided to wear a pink boho floral dress that went down to your knees with your new swimsuit underneath. You grabbed a few change of clothes, some sweat pants and a hoodie in case you get cold.

Chan could tell how excited you were for the lake when you came bounding back into his room with your stuff, skipping and grinning ear to ear.

“What’s got you all skippy, baby?” He put your stuff in his duffle bag along with his own clothes.

“Oh I don’t knooooow,” you drawled,wrapping him in your arms, “maybe just that we get to go swimming and camping today!”

The alpha laughed and gave you a wet kiss on your cheek, causing you to squeal and release him. “Can you even swim, baby? You said you’ve only been in the pool.”

“Well, I mean..” you felt your face heat up. “I think I could swim just fine. My feet didn’t touch the bottom of the pool so I had to swim!”

He patted your head patronizingly and cooed at you while still laughing “I’m sure you do your best, my love. Don’t worry though, your alpha will keep you from drowning.”

You huffed and narrowed your eyes at him, poking his chest “ I can handle myself, I’m not a child and I won't drown!” You turned on your heels and stomped out of his room, the man cackling behind you even louder as you left.

Down in the living room is where you found Minho and Seungmin.The front door was wide open and you could hear shuffling and moving outside. The older beta was going down the list and Seungmin was reassuring him that you all had everything. Well almost.

Seungmin was the first to notice you, and he met you at the threshold of the living room with a smirk, “Hey, Baby.” He pulled you in for a swift kiss, and you giggled returning it.

Minhos’ attention was now caught, his focus on Seungmin and how he acted with you. Since Min caught the younger beta groping you the other day he’s been paying more attention to the younger's actions.

Seungmins hands pinched your thighs cheekily as he pulled away from you, “Cute dress.” He laughed as you smacked his hands away.

“Thanks, jerk.” he dodged as you tried to pinch him back. You opted for sticking your tongue at him. “Good morning Min.”

His eyes remained watching you even when he had been caught observing, “Morning, omega. Do you have everything ready to be put in the car?”

“Channie has my clothes in his bag he is filling right now.” You nodded while answering. “ Is there anything I can do to help?”

Minho sighed and ran his hand through his hair, “No I don’t think so. Maybe when changbin gets back you can help fill the coolers but other than that everything is about done. Innie is outside putting everyone's stuff in the cars”

“Where did Changbin go?” you asked as you heard Chan starting to come down the stairs with your combined bag.

“He went to the diner to pick up our food order and then to the store for more beer. He should be back in like an hour.” Min shrugged.

“More beer?! As if the two cases I saw you loading yesterday weren't enough!” You rolled your eyes.

“These boys love camping.” Chan answered as he passed you to take your bags outside. “More specifically they love to get unruly while camping.”

“No better place than in the great outdoors with your best friends, a campfire and a pretty girl.” Minho winked while Seungmin fake gagged. “We also got some fruity drinks for you, baby. And Ji.”

You beamed at that “Really? Thanks! How did you know I don’t drink beer?”

“You don’t really seem the type, baby.” Sungmin smirked at your huff.

Minho rolled his eyes “Anyways, when Changbin gets home we will be ready then we can leave.”

Changbin had already hit the liquor store and the pharmacy, for your birth control prescription (at Chans request), now he was waiting at the diner for everything to be ready for him to take. He was sitting at the counter playing on his phone. The restaurant wasn’t busy, only a couple other patrons sat around in booths sipping coffee. What did catch his eye was the unfamiliar man sat a few seats down.

The guy was young, maybe Changbins age. This town didn’t get many visitors, so it was a little odd to see him there. From what Changbin could tell the guy was a beta, a mated one since he had a mating mark on his neck.

The beta must have felt Changbins analyzing stare, because he turned his head to meet the alphas' analyzing look. He lifted his hand with a grin and gave a little wave, “Hi.”

Changbin was self-conscious about being caught staring, giving back a mild look of panic and a timid wave, “Uhh hey.” The alpha moved over a few seats until he was sat next to the beta. “Sorry, I wasn’t trying to be rude. I just don’t recognize you, is all.”

“Ha yeah, I’m not from this area. I’m here to help my uncle with selling his estate.” He held out his hand for Bin to shake. “I’ll be around for a few weeks. My name is Wooyoung.”

“Where the fuck is Changbin? We need to get going!” Minho was clearly stressed out, pacing the driveway. To be fair, it was nearing 9am. You were sitting out on the porch on the outdoor sofa, watching the beta in his plight. Of course you wished to make it better, but unfortunately it was out of your hands. Slowly the rest of the pack shuffled out of the house, all ready to depart for the short vacation.

Hyunjin surprised you when he plopped down next to you with a deep sigh. He leaned his head on your shoulder and grabbed your hand in his. “Hey angel.”

“Hi Jinnie, are you ok?” You lifted his hand and placed a kiss on the back.

He gave you a tired smile, squeezing your hand. “Yeah, just exhausted. I didn’t get a lot of sleep last night.”

You let him lean on you as he rested his eyes. “Why not?”

“Felix was a wreck last night. Crying for hours after Hyung scolded him. He needed me, so I stayed up with him.” Hyunjin sighed again, remembering just how distraught the younger beta had been all night.

You froze, dread and devastation filling your heart. You hadn’t even realized Chan had said anything to Felix yet. He hadn’t made an appearance yet, so you had no idea how he was holding up. To be completely honest, you had forgotten about the punishment dished out by your alpha. You were having such a good day so far, it slipped your mind.

Hyunjin could feel you tense up at the mention of Felix, he opened his eyes to see unshed tears in yours, and the sour scent of your sudden mood change filled his nose. “Oh sweet girl, come ‘er.” He embraced you in a comforting hold.

“It’s all my fault, Jin.” You cried, burying your face in the boy's shirt.

Your crying had caught the attention of Chan who was on the other side of the driveway chatting with Seungmin and Jeongin. He just watched from afar, not interfering with the comfort you were receiving from the beta.

“It’s not -”

“Yes it is! I let him do it, I knew we shouldn’t have but I did it anyway. He’s never going to forgive me.”

“Felix has nothing to forgive. He disobeyed a direct order from his alpha. He understands why and accepts it.” Hyunjin was stern yet soft with his words. The beta had sympathy for the younger but wouldn’t defend the actions. He listened the first time.

“Will Chan forgive me, though?” You asked, trying to stop crying. The hiccups were relentless.

Hyunjin found the alpha in question eyes, finding no malice or any negativity, just curiosity. “I would say you don’t have to worry about that, baby. Channie may get his panties in a twist when he feels like he has to go into ‘mean alpha mode’ but he gets over it quickly. He loves you, he forgives easily.” He pet your hair.

“FINALLY!” You jolted out of Hyunjins hold when Jisung yelled from his place on top of his car. Ji was pointing at Changbins car coming down the path.

Changbin stopped the car and popped his head out the open window, “Delivery!”

“And where have you been?! We should have left by 8:30!” Minho stomped over to Changbin.

“Well I met this guy at the diner and-”

“It doesn’t matter, we gotta go.” Minho interrupted, “LETS GO GUYS!” He screamed it so everyone could hear.

Hyunjin pulled you in for a sweet kiss, wiping your eyes as he did so. “It’ll all be ok, love. I promise.” You nodded at his words. He stood up and grabbed your hand for you to stand also. “Let's get loaded and get going.”

You both walked over to the truck Chan was waiting for you at, “Ready to go Omega?” you nodded.

At this moment is when Felix walked out of the house. His eyes subconsciously searched for you where he saw you standing with Chan. You could see the redness in his face and his puffy eyes. He really had been crying all night. “Felix…”

You took a step towards him instinctively, wanting to comfort him but your alphas arm shot out and kept you from moving closer “Omega. Get in the car.” He kept his hard eyes on you, willing you to obey.

Felix saw this happen and ducked his head, beelining for Changbins car. He only sent Hyunjin one pleading look before ducking inside the vehicle. Felix respects Chan too much to disobey him again, even though he badly wanted too.

As much as you wanted to go to Felix you knew you couldn’t. With a look of defeat you climbed into the truck sitting in the middle seat. Hyunjin poked his head in and gave you a sorry smile, “As much as I want to be here with you, baby, I gotta go to Felix.”

“I understand, Hyun, it’s ok. I’ll see you when we get there.” You gave him a tight smile in return, scooting to the passenger seat, clicking in your seatbelt.

“See you soon. Love you.” He poked in to give you one last kiss before he walked to the other car.

Chan got in the driver's seat and started the truck, “ Are you ready, my love?” He was giving you that charming smile that you love.

You figured there was no sense on dwelling on it so you smiled back at him, “yeah m’ ready Channie.”

The drive to their usual campground was surprisingly pleasant, albeit the emotions in the car were a little heavy. Though you liked all the passing trees as you went even further into the forest. Chan let you pick the music in the car and he told you stories about the last few camping trips. From what he told you, the boys did a trip a few times a year, when the weather was warm enough.

You didn’t contribute much to the conversation, a little stuck in your head about the excitement of seeing a large body of water. Chan could feel your conflicting emotions, and could almost see them swirling inside of you. He only wanted you to have a good time so he decided to make a little adjustment.

“Baby.” he started, casually when you were about 10 minutes from your destination.. You hummed in recognition. “I think I may have been a tad harsh, especially since we’re all going to try and have a good weekend.”

“Harsh?” you were confused by his total subject change.

“I’ve done some reflecting, and I’ve decided you and Felix should still be able to at least speak to each other.” He shrugged, never taking his eyes off the road.

You let out an incredulous gasp, “Are you being for real?! I can talk to him?!” Your eyes looked hopeful as you stared at the alpha.

“Yes, I realize that it's impractical that two pack members can’t so much as speak to each other.” He let his eyes travel to you for only a second, to your beaming face. Chan put one hand on your thigh, just resting it there. “Remember, talking is the only thing I am allowing.”

“You got it, absolutely.” You were nodding rapidly, gripping his hand. “Thank you Alpha!” You were squealing with joy at the simplest of permissions, forgetting this was still a punishment and not a reward. As intended.

“You’re welcome, omega. I love you.” He said cheekily, giving you another sly side look.

“I love you Channie!”

Now you feel more jazzed. More ready and less in your feelings. The last few minutes of the drive was less heavy, and before you realized it you were pulling into a clearing behind the other two cars you were following.

You peaked your head out of the window, searching for any sign of water. “Where's the lake?”

Chan opened his door, and got out to come around the other side to open your door, “It’s a few meters through the trees in front of us.” he put his hand out for you to take, “we can’t set up camp to close or we risk getting water boarded.”

Everyone started getting out of their cars, scoping out the area. Immediately the boys got to work setting up camp. You saw Felix get out of Changbins car and went to go over to him but Chan stopped you, “Wait a minute, baby. Let me talk to him real quick.” He shooed you to help the boys unload the truck, then walked over to the younger boy who was standing with Minho and put his hand on his shoulder.

You weren’t able to hear what was being said, and couldn’t read Chan's lips since his back was to you, but you could see a little bit of the light return to the younger betas eyes and a light grin grace his lips. Felix appeared to nod in agreement then his eyes found yours, immediately seeking you out. You raised your hand to wave at him shyly, and he returned the wave.

“You can take this if you want, baby.” Seungmin brought your attention back to the task at hand, handing you an arm full of blankets. He pointed to where you could leave them, and the pack set up camp.

Camp was coming along nicely, tents being set up and drinks already being distributed. When you were putting your and Chan's bag by one of the tents Felix came up to you. “Lix!” You almost went to hug him but remembered you couldn’t. “I miss you.” you smiled the best you can.

“I miss you too, baby.” He grimaced then tried to smile back. “It’s just temporary. We can cuddle again soon enough. I promise.”

You nodded. “I love you.”

“I love you too. More than you know.” You felt your skin heat up at his words. He noticed things were almost done. “Are you ready for lake time?”

“Yeah!” You gave an enthusiastically loud response, then looked down trying not to come off so eager, “I mean, yeah sure.”

“HA! You couldn’t be aloof even if you tried, Omega.” Minho's teasing startled you and you jumped a little, turning to glare at him.

Min put an arm around your shoulder as you responded, “How would you know? Maybe I just hide it really well.” You didn’t miss the way Minho looked at Felix when the older beta touched you, a smirk on his face. “And don’t be a jerk!” You shrugged his arm off.

“Yeah leave Lixie alone, hyung!” Jisung hopped on Felix from behind. “He’s being punished enough.”

“Thanks Sung.” Felix deadpans, looking over it.

Minho put his hands up in surrender, “Ok ok I was just teasing you,” Then his smirk grew almost evil as his arms suddenly shot out and grabbed you. You squealed loudly as he threw you over his shoulder, your fists coming down on his back in protest. “Ow don’t hit me! I’ll drop your ass!”

“No! Don’t drop me, just put me down, you crazy! Aren’t you still setting up camp?”

“We’re done, it's play time now. I thought you wanted to go to the lake? I’m just taking you there.” He walked down the dirt path Chan had pointed out to you earlier.

“AHH no no no no Minho please don’t toss me in!” You couldn't see the water but you were starting to hear it now as he kept walking closer “Min I can't swim very well!”

He stopped near the edge of the water and lightly put you down on the ground. “I wasn’t going to toss you in, omega. You’re fine.”

You let out a sigh of relief and finally was able to look out at the body of water. It was beautiful. Very picturesque, almost like a painting, with the mountains in the background reflecting on the shimmering water. The sun was almost at its highest point in the sky and suddenly being next to the water you really felt the heat.

“What do you think, baby?” Hyunjin said from behind you, turning to see the rest of the pack coming down the trail. Hyunjin had a few towels and a folding beach chair. He didn’t have a shirt on anymore, his bare torso on display. “Beautiful huh?”

“Yeah” you oogled him, “beautiful.” He just laughed and kissed you as he passed.

Chan set you up a chair next to his, under a sun shade. Everyone picked their spots to set their stuff and then it was unleashing a pack of wild dogs. Most of them ripped off their shirts and sprinted towards the water, laughing and pushing each other.

It was like a scene from a movie, all these beautiful half naked men, splashing each other and being idiots yet still somehow managing to look perfect.

Your alpha was one of the few who hadn’t immediately jumped in the lake. He had his own shirt off as well, as he got out some sunscreen. “ Want me to get your back, my love? You need to be coated before getting in the sun.”

“Yes please.” You tentatively pulled your dress over your head, revealing the swim suit you had picked out the day before. The action caught every male's attention,( most of them eyeing you anyways waiting for the reveal) all of them unable to take their eyes off your body. They could see all the bites and bruises left on your body from the last few days, courtesy of Hyunjin, Felix and -mostly- Chan. Thankfully, you didn’t notice the boys in the water stopping to watch you, or you would have been too self conscious and put your dress back on.

Jeongin turned to Jisung and Felix who were in the water with him, “You guys help her pick that out?”

“Yeah.” “Uh huh”

The youngest boy gulped, “thank you for your service.” and saluted them.

“You’re so dumb.” Seungmin tried to push the alpha under the water and thus the play fighting resumed.

It was about an hour later, you were still sitting on the beach though now laying on a towel sunbathing, facing the water so you could still watch the boys all have fun. Now it was just you and Minho left not in the water, the beta still keeping his shirt on also. He had brought you a lemonade a few minutes ago now he was sitting on his own towel a few feet away with a book. You had asked him why he’s not in there with everyone else, and he told you with a grimace he ‘wasn’t much of a swimmer’. It was a comfortable silence for both of you now as you laid in the sun.

Changbin was exiting the water and coming up to the cooler, grabbing a bottle of water and coming to stand next to you. “Aren’t you comin in, babes?” He asked you after taking a drink.

Seeing Changbin shirtless and dripping wet was an ethereal sight. His body was like a well oiled machine, and it was very apparent just how hard he worked on it. You almost had to wipe the drool from your mouth. “Uh” you looked at the water then back to him, trying to pretend you hadn’t just been gawking at him. “I’m thinkin about it.”

The alpha smirked, noticing your roaming eyes. “Are you nervous?” You gave him a timid nod, not hiding it from him. “Come on, I can hold on to you the whole time.” He held his hand out for you to take.

You felt a little unsure, “do you promise?” you held your pinky out for him to swear.

He looped his with yours, “promise.” you let him help you up. “I won’t let you drown, baby.”

Changbin led you to the water, him stepping in first then gently guiding you in with him. The cool water felt good on your heated skin, a sigh of content escaping you as he brought you slowly into the lake.

The group was a few meters out, the water up to their chests. When you got closer to them you clung to Changbin, the depth getting to your nerves. He let you wrap your legs around him as he carried you and giggled at you.

“Look who decided to join us.” Seungmin splashed you, causing you to shriek. “I can hold you if you want, baby.” He had an evil glint in his eye, making grabby hands at you.

“No way! You’ll probably try to drown me!” You clung harder onto Changbin.

“I wouldn’t let him drown you, my love.” Chan swam up, splashing Seungmin.

“Not if I drown you first!” The beta tried to shove Chan under the water and the alpha retaliated and pushed him away with a laugh, clearly not threatened.

Changbin started waddling away, “Lets get the fuck outta this nonsense before Seungmin really does drown Channie and I have to step in. I don’t wanna be liable for that.”

You couldn’t help but wonder what would happen if something happened to your mate? Would Changbin take over as next head of the pack since he's the second oldest alpha? Something tells you Minho especially would not blindly follow behind a younger male. God forbid anything ever happen to your alpha, the thought alone gave you a deep pain in your chest.

‘Stop being so fucking negative all the time. Nothing is ever going to happen to Chan.’ You mentally chastised yourself, shaking your head to dispel the corruptive thoughts.

Felix, Hyunjin and Jeongin were a little further out, and you thought Changbin was taking you over to that group but instead he shuffled to the left and went over to a cluster of boulders that were sticking out of the water.

“Where we goin, Binnie?” you asked, still holding tight. The rest of the pack were getting further from as he went but still in sight.

“Just wanted you to myself for a little while, sweet thing.”

“Aww.” You pinched his cheek, “you’re the sweet one, Binnie. Carrying me around.”

He giggled, “I’m just protecting my omega, from every threat even waist deep water.” You could feel your heart swell at his sentiment, knowing he was being completely honest. He set you on a rock that was low enough for you to climb on, then climbed up to sit next to you.

“Your omega, huh?” You tried for a teasing tone but the crack in your voice betrayed you.

Bin scratched the back of his neck and looked away with a deep red on his face. He cleared this throat, “uh well, the pack omega.”

You scooted closer to him, so your thighs were touching, “that means you’re right, I’m yours too Binnie.” He made a choked sound, and cleared his throat again. There was a sudden confidence you weren’t familiar with coursing through you, it made you bold enough to make a move on him. “Binnie..” you set your hand on his thigh. Even though he had just come out of the cool water, his skin was burning hot under your touch.

“Uh, yeah, baby?” he could feel his dick twitch at the simplest of touches from you.

“I’m just really grateful to have you and I care about you a lot.” you leaned closer but he just groaned and let his head fall.

“Fuck baby, you can’t just say things like that.”

“Why not? It’s true. You said it yourself, your omega.”

He let out a growl mixed with a groan, he lifted his head and his hungry gaze met yours. “ Better be careful, or I’m gonna fall in love with you.” He reached his hand out to cup your cheek.

Now your face was the one heating up, “Would that be such a bad thing?” it came out like a whisper as you leaned even closer. Changbin now was tilting his head closer to you, his eyes falling to your lips.

“Too late.” He closed the gap between you and your lips met. Changbins lips were incredibly soft. He hadn’t been forceful like you thought he would be as an alpha, instead he pressed your mouths together with a gentleness you hadn’t expected. Almost as if he was scared to break you.

You were the one to press closer to him, opening your lips slightly to encourage him to take it further. He took the hint, letting his hand grip your face a little tighter and his tongue enter your mouth. Changbin tasted woodsy, almost similar to Chan but Changbin was more smokey. It complimented his musky scent, both corresponding to make your head spin.

There was a faint ‘whoop whoop’ heard that startled you both, causing you to pull away from him. Back on the beach Jisung and Minho were making kissy faces and hollering at you and Bin.

“Grow up!” Changbin called to them, flipping them off while they laughed. You were about to flip them off too but then your eyes zeroed in on Felix sitting in the sand behind them, a drink in his hand, and the most pained expression on his face as he watched you and Changbin. It made your heart ache.

“Hey Binnie?” you asked tentatively.

“Huh? Yeah baby?” He turned to you , bringing his hands back down.

“Umm,” you twiddle your fingers a bit, “ can we maybe go back to camp for a while?”

He followed your gaze to see the young beta looking forlorn, “yeah baby, we can.” He hopped off the rock into the water, and lifted his arms to grab you again. You scooted down enough to let him take you in his hold once more, and the alpha carried you to shore. “It’s probably after noon by now, if you're getting hungry can we go get some lunch from camp?” He suggested.

You nodded, “That sounds great.” He set you down only when his feet touched the shore. Together you walked up the beach to grab your towels. The three betas were still chilling there under the sunshade, Minho cooing at you both when you approached and Jisung continuing his kissy faces. “Alright calm down you children.” you laughed pushing Ji away as he pinched your cheek after handing you your towel.

“You guys are jealous it’s not you getting precious omega smooches.” Changbin huffed.

“Well, one of us especially is,” Minho let his eyes flitter over to Felix with a devilish smirk. The youngest beta still hadn’t said anything yet, just keeping his gaze ahead at the water.

“You really are an asshole sometimes, hyung.” Changbin rolled his eyes.

“Yeah Min, sometimes you act more alpha than Changbin!” Jisung said with a cackle.

“Now you’re the asshole Han! We were gonna bring back food now I ain’t bringing you shit!” Changbin grabbed your hand and pulled you up towards the trail to the campsite.

“Noooo Binnie please bring me a sandwich!” Jisung whined with a pout.

“Starve!”

Hand in hand you walked up the small trail. The campsite was very close, just unseeable through the trees, undetectable. When the camp was in sight you paused your footsteps, that boldness returning to you now that the prying eyes were gone.

“You alright, babes?” Bin asked, noticing your stopped movements, “Aren’t you hungry?”

“Yeah, I am. But not for food.” ‘What the fuck did I really just say that?!’ Whatever, you said it so now you gotta act on it. You lightly pushed on his chest until his back hit the nearest tree.

“Huh-” you cut him off by pressing your lips against his .He wrapped you in his arms, pressing your body closer to his. This time he wasted no time in shoving his tongue against yours, his battling for dominance- though you didn’t put up much of a fight.

“Mmm” You hummed when he slotted his thigh between your legs, the strong appendage creating some friction on your clothed pussy. As much as you wanted him, you were still too sore to even attempt another alpha inside you. No, right now you just wanted to show him how much you appreciate him for always being so sweet to you. “Mm Bin, hold on.” you mumbled as he started peppering kisses to your neck.

“Hm?” He couldn’t stop, the feel of your soft skin under his lips was addictive. He wanted to run his lips and tongue along every square inch of your body, to taste every drop of nectar you provided. The alpha knew you must be so, so sweet.

“Binnie,” You laid your hands on his chest and gently pushed yourself off of him, his lips chased after you causing you to giggle. “I wanna try something.”

“You can do whatever you want, baby. I’ll give you anything you desire.” He meant it wholeheartedly.

You still had your towel around you so you let it fall to the forest floor below you, and keeping eye contact with him you slowly sunk to your knees onto the towel. “Anything?” You were trying so damn hard to keep your nerves in check. You let your hands find his thick thighs, massaging them as you observed his dick growing in his shorts.

“Anything.” He reiterated with a gulp. Changbin couldn’t take his eyes off your sultry gaze, awaiting your next move. He could tell you were doing your best to keep up a sexy facade and if he was being honest it was totally doing it for him. Anything you do does it for him, really. Blood was rushing further into his cock no matter what you did.

You took a deep breath as you let your fingers trail up his thighs and up to the waistband of his swim trunks. You tried to slow your racing heart as you looped your pointer fingers under the hem. You steeled your nerves and tugged down the still damp fabric down to his knees.

Holy shit

Changbins cock was huge. Thick. Maybe not as long as Chans but Changbin made up for it in girth. ‘These alphas are gonna kill me one day.’

His tip already had a slow bead of precum coming from it as it stood straight up awaiting your attention.

Your mouth was working quicker than your brain. “I don’t think that’s gonna fit in my mouth.”

You both paused for a second, looking at each other like you both couldn’t believe you said it, before both of you burst into a sputtering laughter. His jolting was causing his dick to jump and slap against his stomach, the sight of it in your face was making you laugh harder and in return Changbin did too. It took a full minute to get out the giggles out of both of your systems.

“If it’s too big for you baby, you don’t have to. I know you may not be able to handle it.” Bin said, catching his breath. He wasn’t being facetious but you still narrowed your eyes at the unspoken challenge.

You tentatively reached out and took a firm grasp of his member. You could barely wrap your hand around it. The alpha immediately let out a pained groan, throwing his head back against the bark of the tree. Even the smallest of touches from you was overwhelming.

You sat up further on your knees as you let your hand stroke over him, trying to find a rhythm. You had never come face to face with the phallic appendage like you were now, and now that you were down here with it in your hand you were starting to get more and more intimidated.

With a final deep breath you leaned your face closer and placed a gentle kiss on the head. He let out a whimper at the contact of your soft lips. His little sound was encouragement for you to go further. You slowly parted your lips and slid his tip into your mouth, his precum tantalizing your tastebuds. You let out a low hum at the salty taste.

Changbin kept his hands at his sides, letting you go at your own pace, but fuck was it so hard. His instincts were fighting against each other. His dominant alpha side wants to just claim your mouth and make you choke on it, the other part of him wanting to coo at you and take care of your needs instead. He should have known this was taking care of your needs. You were growing to love the feel of him in your mouth.

He couldn’t help but put his hands on your head when you attempted to take him further into your wet mouth. His girth was a stretch but you were determined. You had seen how it was supposed to be done, you may have been inexperienced but you had still seen porn before.

You eased him as far back into your mouth as he could go, activating your gag reflex as you choked on him.

“FUCK baby! Careful, you're gonna make me blow my load if you keep doing that.” He moaned out when he felt your throat constricting around him. Your mouth was so wet and hot, he could almost imagine your pussy being the same.

You slowly bobbed your head on him, letting out little hums of satisfaction when the alpha began moaning and panting. He kept his hands stationary on the back of your head, but he almost lost it when you looked up at him through your lashes with glossy eyes, and drools started to leak out of the sides of your mouth around him.

“Oh my fucking god, you are the sexiest thing I have ever seen.” He wanted to cry when you hollowed your cheeks and a gurgle came from you with all of the saliva that was accumulating. “God damn how are you so good at this? Nughh wanna live inside your mouth.”

You giggled around him and his hands responded by gripping your hair, causing you to groan. He couldn’t help but lightly guide your head as you sucked on him. You only wanted to please him so you let him do as he wished, you were getting what you wanted either way.

Rambling seemed to be a theme with these boys as Changbin started to spew all his thoughts and feelings out for you while you sucked him off. “ F-fuck your so perfect. Wanna give you everything, wanna take care of you ‘mega.” you let out a whimper of your own. “You wan’ tha’ baby? You wan’ Binnie to take care of you forever? Mmmm yeah I know you do. That’s all I want, omega, all I need. Wanna love on you and build you a big house and- and- fuck- wanna show you what a good alpha I can be.”

Tears gathered on your lash line; either from his endearing sentiment or this thick cock bullying the back of your throat you didn't know. All you did know was how bad you wanted him to cum for you. With all the sweet talking he was doing he deserved it. Your hand found the base of his shaft that you couldn’t fit and you began to stroke him, trying to match movements with your mouth.

“Oh my god im gonna cum, baby your gonna make me fucking cum.” His hips drilled just a little harder as he chased his high. “ mmm you want me to cum in your pretty little mouth? Wan’ your alpha to feed you his seed baby? Nnnuuhgg don’t worry m’ gonna give it to you, Alpha is gonna give it all to his omega.” He pushed you onto him one last time causing you to choke and that was the last push he needed, letting go and a flood of his essence filled your mouth. His eyes rolled back into his head as curses and moans came cascading out of him. The thick knot on the base was inflated fully as he came, luckily your mouth couldn’t reach that far on him.

His load was enough that it was spilling out the sides of your lips, even as you swallowed all you could. You didn’t mind the taste of it, but the feeling was definitely going to take some getting used too. You let him catch his breath and you removed his now softening member from your mouth.

Bin looked down at you with blown out pupils to the hottest thing he had ever seen; you on your knees with teary eyes, lips puffy and red coated in saliva and semen. Fuck he wished he had his phone on him to take a picture. He’d make it his home screen.

“Damn baby…” He puffed out, petting the back of your head affectionately. “You sure you’re not some kind of secret porn star? Cuz that can’t have been the first time you’ve done that.”

It took roughly five more minutes after getting off Changbin that a search party came looking for the two of you. Jisung was worried you had been eaten by a bear. At the sight of you both, changbin looking fucked out and you with puffy lips, Seungmin had retorted with ‘well something definitely got eaten’. Because of course he did. Slowly everyone started to trickle back to the campsite, all hungry and most sunburned.

Night came quickly and by then the fire was lit and roasting hotdogs ‘so cliche’ while everyone had a beer in hand; or maybe two or three (5 +). Everyone was feeling good and laughing. You had even had a few drinks of your own, the alcohol making you incredibly tipsy and feeling relaxed. Chan was keeping an eye on how much you were consuming but overall was letting you let loose. At least you had changed into your sweats and hoodie so the mosquitos wouldn’t get you before you started drinking.

You hadn’t drinken in a while - the last time being a few months ago at your old best friend's house and that was mostly a glass of wine while you watched the oscars- so it had you feeling giggly and light.

Everyone was kind of doing their own shenanigans. Jisung and Changbin were having a drunken rap battle, neither of them coming up with anything intellectual or even coherent. Hyunjin and Felix were having a heated discussion about the importance of proper hair care. Minho was slurring through an explanation of how to cook the perfect hotdog to an equally as drunk Jeongin. Then there was Chan who was strumming a guitar as Seungmin tugged you up from your spot next to the alpha to dance with him.

“I can’t dance!” You tried to resist but your grin gave you away. Seungmin scoffed and yanked you up anyways.

“Like I care if you can, the fact is you will.” He grabbed both your hands and spun you around, then pulled you closer to give you a light kiss. The kindest touch he’s given you yet. He then grabbed you like he was trying to waltz with you, both of you not knowing the correct moves and just stepping all over each other. You were honestly having a great time, until Seungmin being himself couldn’t resist ruining the mood. “You know he’s only making an example out of Felix, right?”

You were caught in a whirlwind at his sudden declaration, “huh? What the fuck does that mean?” you tried to pull away but he kept hold of you, giving you his predacious smirk.

“Chan.” He said it like it was obvious, “He’s using Felix’s fuck up to not only teach him a lesson but teach all of us a lesson. It’s really not cute of him.” He wouldn’t have ever brought it up if he wasn't inebriated, but when the beta had alcohol in him he became even more unsufferable.

“What’s really not cute is that you're saying this right now, Seungmin.” You rolled your eyes at him.

“No but you know what is cute? I mean other than you.” He spun you again so you would be facing Jeongin. “Our poor Innie hasn’t been able to take his eyes off of you since we started dancing. Isn’t that cute? I think he has a crush on you.”

You locked eyes with the mentioned Alpha and he looked away quickly, as if he was ashamed at being caught staring. He did that quite a lot. Stared at you in awe hoping you wouldn’t notice. He also avoided being around you just as often. In your drunken state you were starting to grow self conscious at the reason.

“I don’t think he likes me very much, Minnie.” You mumbled, looking back at the beta who had you in his arms.

“Are you joking?” He snickered, “Oh I think he likes you way more than you know.” He let go of you and gave your butt a harsh smack in the direction of the seated younger male. “Why don’t you go ask him and see for yourself, huh? Give us some entertainment.”

You huffed, “Maybe I will ask him. But not for you, for me!” you marched over to Jeongin with intent as Seungmin cackled watching you go.

Jeongin had been avoiding your eyes so he hadn’t noticed you were coming to him until you plopped yourself down in his lap. He gasped as you seated yourself on him, eyes wide with surprise and his body freezing in place.

“Hi Innie.”

“Uhhh” He was at a loss for words, his brain failing to work the second you touched him.

“Can I ask you a question?” The alcohol you had consumed was making you feel emboldened. Tomorrow when you're sober you will be humiliated. Oh well it will be worth it to get to the bottom of his avoidance.

Jeongin cleared his throat, his face felt like a furnace with how it was heating up. “Umm yeah, yeah you can as-ask me a question.”

“I’ve kinda been noticing you avoid me sometimes…” You started, hesitantly. You didn’t wanna make him upset but you were genuinely curious. “And I’ve kinda been wondering why..”

He bit his lip when you shifted in his lap, already losing his mind and you haven’t even done anything. He still hadn’t put his hands on you, holding them out so they wouldn’t touch. He let out a shaky breath, “ I don’t avoid you, Y/n.”

“Well maybe not technically, but I don’t know, it doesn’t seem like you want to be around me. You seem almost… pained when I’m around.” You were fighting back a pout but your lips did it anyway, having a mind of their own sometimes.

The alpha boy wanted nothing more than to bite those pouty lips, to feel the soft flesh between his teeth. “Fuck” he accidently whispered.

“Huh?”

“N-nothing! Uh it’s complicated, Y/n.”

Your pout grew bigger, “but why is it complicated? Do you- do you not like me?” You leaned away, wanting to cry suddenly. “Is it because of the thing that happened when I was on my heat?”

Jeongin looked at you like you've burned him with your question, eyes shooting to yours in panic. “That's not it at all! Don’t say things like that!” Now you were the shocked one, not expecting his outburst. “Fuck, ok what I mean is, no of course not. I like you Y/n. Maybe too much..” He mumbled that last bit and in your inebriation you almost missed it. Key word being almost.

“Why too much, Innie? Isn’t it a good thing that you like me?” You wiped your tear that fell, then let your face fall into his chest.

He let out a quiet groan at your action, the smell of you weakening his resolve. He knew it would be embedded in his sweater for days to come. “You want me to be honest?” You nodded against him. “I have a hard time controlling myself around you. You make me almost feral. Everything about you is intoxicating. So yeah it’s kinda complicated.”

You let out an involuntary purr, his statement making you suddenly needy. You tightened your hold on him and pulled your face up to meet his. He was searching your face for some kind of disgust but was distracted by the pleased scent flooding out of you. It was making his brain foggy.

“Can I be honest now?” He nodded back at you, “ I really like you, Innie. And I don’t want you to hide away from me. Ok?” He nodded again, eyes closing as he was dragged further into your appeal. “Can-can I maybe kiss you?”

“Uhh, ye-yeah. Maybe a little.”

You leaned in closer to his face and pressed a soft peck to his lips. His hands shot to your waist when you pulled away from him, dragging you back to his mouth as he attempted to devour you. You let out a squeal from the action, catching the attention of Chan who was across the fire still strumming on his guitar.

As if they had a mind of their own your hips gave an involuntary grind on his lap and he growled in response, tightening his hold. Before he could take it any further, you were suddenly yoinked out of his hold and into the arms of Chan.

“Alrighty, that's enough of that. You’re both too drunk for this right now. You can resume in the morning when you're sober.” Chan said as he lifted you off of the younger alpha. “Time for bed, omega.”

You whined but didn’t fight it, letting him scoop you with no resistance. Jeongin almost growled at his alpha, but the sensible part of him knew that was a terrible idea. Look what happened to Felix when he disobeyed.

“Goodnight, baby.” He managed to get out in his stupor. He’s gonna be thinking about you all night.

“Night Innie.” You waved at him, then waved to the other boys as you passed them while Chan carried you to your shared tent. “Night boys! Love you!” you called out. There was a cluster of goodnights and love you too’s.

Chan chuckled, “You love them all huh, baby?” he set you down on the plethora of blankets he made sure to pack for you.

“Mmhmm, I do, Alpha.” Once you were wrapped up in the comfort you felt yourself grow drowsy. “Love ‘em all s’ much.”

Chan got into the blankets with you, letting you curl into him. He placed a kiss on your head as you drifted off. “They love you too, so much.”

You were out like a light.

A/N:AHHH I've had that changbin scene in my head for months before I even started this series so im pretty excited about it lol. The lake pic used above is a pic of the actual lake I live by, any guesses which one it is?

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Welcome to Danny’s Part 2

People have been asking for more of this ^^ so here you go, have a really long word vomit of stuff i think is funny

(IM NOT WRITING THIS FIC GDI I HAVE ENOUGH WIP’S!)

Danny’s restaurant is ALSO manned by-

Tucker, who will fix your tech for free, has tattoos of hieroglyphics and lines of code that shift around when he gets busy.

Sam, who makes an express line for veggie orders. If you try to order meat from sam all the potted plants start trembling.

Jazz, who has a special booth in the back and Magically makes people dump their deepest secrets to her in streamlined Liminal Powers Therapy. (It’s a bit weird but hey the people she targets feel better so whatevs.)

Dani, who shares pictures from tourist traps she's visited, though there’s also some REALLY WEIRD pics of alternate realities and cult shenanigans mixed in. Some of the older patrons are concerned. She’s a little too young to do all this alone- actually, how old is she? Her father looks like he’s in his early twenties…

Dan, who is working here while “on parole” and often loudly argues with Danny about it.

“I don’t want to work in your stupid shop, Dad!”

Dan is two whole feet taller than danny and three times as wide i will not be taking constructive criticism. He’s a whole silver fox. There are some ladies who have a crush on him and they’re really concerned if he’s legal bc danny is younger than them how is Dan his child-

“Dan, how old are you?”

“I don’t know, like, a hundred sixty something?”

(Lady turns to look at Danny, who shrugs and smiles.) “time dilation. What a world we live in. Dan, kiddo, can you get some more napkins from the back?”

“Ugh, fine, dad.”

The first villain Danny ACTUALLY fights isn’t the Joker. It’s Condiment King. Dan runs away from him, which is already weird bc guy is MASSIVE, and the condiment king chases him bc YES SOMEONE FINALLY FEARS HIM PROPERLY.

Danny bursts out of the shop in righteous fatherly fury and beats the snot out of him. Everyones is confused bc… what? Dan is massive? Why is he scared? Why is the twink beating the snot out of condiment king?

“Dan had a traumatic experience with Burger Sauce.” Danny explains, glaring down at the rouge at his feet. He kicks him, growls, “Don’t mess with my kid.” And walks back inside.

No one asks, bc this is gotham. Asking is rude, and also it lessens the Mystery that is Danny’s. No one knows how the kids came into existence. No one knows, before someone from out of town (metropolis, ugh) asks about the sign.

The sign outside the shop says:

Welcome to Danny’s!

Do no harm and no harm shall befall you.

Start nothing and nothing will be ended.

We have baseball bats and fists and a mean swing.

This establishment does not serve- guys in white (suits), Vlad, Transphobes, Vlad, Clowns, VLAD.

Do not ask for the secret menu. If you can get it, Danny will offer it.

(Don’t scare the other customers, please.)

When asked who Vlad is, bc he’s banned three times, Danny just kind of sighs.

“He’s my kid's other parent. He’s an obsessive creep who completely ignores Danielle because she’s a girl, rolling in money but won’t pay his child support. You know how it is.”

Several goons ask what he looks like so they can keep an eye out. Dani happily tells them “look at Dan, take away Dad’s features, then convert 30% of his height and weight into smarminess.”

It's an effective description. Vlad gets full body tackled the moment he enters the neighborhood. Danny gives the goons free fudge (family recipe, one of the restaurants signatures)

One of the reasons Danny’s is so popular is bc its open 24/7. (Unless its one of those weird times where all the doors are locked and if you look through the window blinds theres nothing but a starry void.) One of the reasons Danny’s is so weird is bc Danny is ALWAYS behind the counter. Always. Round the clock. He doesn’t sleep, eat, anything. Some people swear he has a twin he swaps out with (clones).

Sometimes, after a really difficult customer, Danny will let out a really long sigh and mutter “time out” before glitching into a new position, with a new shirt and combed hair. No one mentions it.

Theres a deal that’s just, “beat danny in a fight you eat for free.”

The deal extends to both Dan and Dani as well. Even if you lose you get fudge as a reward for courage.

No one ever wins.

One time, a couple brought their kid, recently discharged from the hospital. Danny comes over to them and grins. “Hey, kiddo! Bet you gave your parents a scare, huh? Pulled through in the end. That means you get the secret menu!”

Parents: hey wtf?

Danny, handing over a perfectly normal menu: 😀

Kid: “ooh mommy look at the glowy stars!”

Parents: !?!?!?

Danny: 😁

Old man Dave, whose heart has stopped like three times now: “Oh don’t worry about that, prices are the same and it will help your kid feel much better. Danny’s just a little weird.”

After all, it’s not just full ghosts that get the menu. If you’ve been dead, heart stopped, soul out of body before being popped back into place, then you get it. There’s actually a pretty high number of people who get it, bc this is Gotham. People get resuscitated after rogue attacks. The ecto actually helps stabilize their soul after getting jerked between life and death so rudely.

The secret menu that they’re given is just a normal menu, scribbled over top with an ecto pen, invisible to non-secret menu havers. Different “ecto-levels” to choose from, and three extra dishes. There’s also instructions to get into the “back room” for those who can’t go intangible, though it comes with a disclaimer “not for the faint of heart.”

There’s also a small note at the bottom- “do not share food.”

Anyways, as per original post. Tim herds Joker into Danny’s radar bc he Cannot Deal Right Now. He salutes Danny, who waves back, grinning like he didn’t just come at the Clown Prince of Crime like a feral badger on crack cocaine. “Heya, Red Robin! You want a coffee?”

“Please.” Tim sighs. “You’re the best, Danny.”

Jason looks between tim and the shop danny just vanished into. “Uh, what?”

“Danny doesn’t like clowns.” Tim explains. “Or condiment king. They get close, Danny takes them out.”

Jason is incredibly confused, bc he just came back from an out of town mission, but this place is right on the edge of his territory and he should definitely know about it. He asks tim, who just shrugs.

“That shop is weird. It’s like a grocery store at 3am. I stumbled in there after a rough night and Danny just whipped me up the best coffee i've ever had. Still can’t find their website. I swear it’s bigger on the inside and the door keeps swapping from one side of that fire hydrant to the other.”

Danny comes out and passes Tim a massive coffee cup. “Come back and talk shop with tucker, okay? You’re welcome any time. Both of you, actually.”

He gives Jason a weird look and then goes back inside.

Jason, who is a little concerned that the reverence tim has is more than his average weird worship of coffee (it's just that good) goes back the next day in civvies.

He gets offered the secret menu, danny does the eye thing, Jason retreats to look at the secret menu. Unsure of what just happened, he texts tim.

Jason: Why was i given a “secret menu”

Tim: WTF WHAT DID YOU DO TO GET THAT

Jason: IDK THATS WHY IM TEXTING YOU

tim: I'VE BEEN GOING FOR MONTHS I’M A LOYAL PATRON WHAT DO YOU HAVE THAT I DONT

Jason: the secret menu apparently (image)

Tim: …thats just the normal menu???

Jason: no? It looks like a kid went ham with a neon green marker tf?

Duke: you know this is the family chat right?

Steph: order the waffles

Jason: you order the waffles. Wtf is an ecto-level.

Jason asks for what danny recommends, Danny immediately gives him a milkshake and tells him it's on the house bc he “looks rough.”

Jason is kind if offended, bc he actually got a decent sleep- but then he tries it and its like.

Oh.

Now. Between the stink Tim is making, and the sudden worship that Jason has of this shops milkshakes, the BatFamily is now Curious and will Investigate.

Are the milkshakes really that good?

The full force of the Wayne Family™ isn’t exactly subtle, so they go in twos and threes over the course of a week.

Damian gets offered the secret menu, and is also directed towards Sam’s express vegetarian line. Danny just Knew. Damian accuses Tim and/or Jason of pulling a prank on him, but they both swear up and down they didn’t say anything.

Both Steph (i think? Did she fake her death or actually die idk) and Cass get the secret menu, and they keep trying to ask Tim what certain things on the menu mean. Tim Cannot See what they’re talking about. He’s starting to get frustrated. Is it some sort of magic spell?

Tim takes Kon to Danny’s. (Is it a date? A test date on a low-stakes investigation? Maybe.) Danny, who is really starting to enjoy messing with Tim, gleefully offers Kon the secret menu, and Tim the normal one. Tim bangs his head on the table.

Dick doesn’t get a secret menu, but he does notice a couple disappear through the wall. He’s almost certain he’s seen them before, but it will be a while before he remembers Kitty and Johnny from his early Robin Days.

Duke is also not offered a secret menu, but he can see the writing anyways. He can also see that some of the patrons have weird auras, and what on EARTH is up with Danny himself? He tries to ignore it, up until Steph gets him to order one of the specials off Cass’s (secret) menu. And Danny just kind of sharpens, the air going cold.

“I didn’t give you that menu. Just because you can read it, doesn’t mean you want it. Order off the right menu, please.”

Duke, freaked the hell out by the Biblically Accurate Horror that Danny is shifting into, orders off the right menu and apologizes.

“Oh, it’s alright!” Danny flips back to cheerful in seconds. “It’s just that it wouldn’t be completely healthy for you to eat it, even if you are part immortal.”

Duke bluescreens.

Alright, somethings definitely going on.

Tim and Jason both order the same thing- an oreo milkshake, one off the secret menu, one off the normal menu. Jason confirms the one from the normal menu does not taste the same and isn’t as good. Tim cannot confirm the other way around, because Jason nearly punches him when he attempts to taste it.

They take samples home, analyze them, and go over anecdotes from other patrons, trying to figure out what makes Danny’s so weird. What makes Kon, Cass, Jason, and Damian different?

Wait a second. Kon, Cass, Jason, Damian. The ones that died and came back to life.

It’s around this time that Dick remembers where he’s seen Kitty and Johnny before. Lovers from two houses, both alike in (in)dignity, had a romeo-and-juliet-esque escapade across Gotham, ending in high speed chase with Kitty’s gangster father and a fatal motorcycle accident. Both are dead. Both are in Danny’s.

Danny’s has something to do with death.

Having heard a couple stories about food of the dead, they notify Bruce (who is very concerned as to what exactly his children have been putting in their mouths) and then call in the magic users of the justice league.

It’s a mess. Dan calls Constantine a whore. Deadman and Secret (i think thats Tim’s ghost friend?) get abducted to the backroom. Dani clocks Capt. Marvel as another kid who looks older than he actually is, with magic powers, and his showing him her REALLY interesting travel photos. Zatanna is like “this place needs an exorcism” and danny just goes “ma’am please don’t exorcize my customers.”

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𖤓°⋆ Chapter 1 °⋆𖤓

⋆☀︎｡Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Reader ⋆☀︎｡Media: The Walking Dead; No Apocalypse & Alternate Universe ⋆☀︎｡Pronouns: She/Her ⋆☀︎｡ Warning: Smoking (Cigarettes), One mention of weed, Talk of a bad past relationship. (That's it I think?) ⋆☀︎｡ Word Count: 2.5k

⋆☀︎｡ Author's Note: It's finally here... the beginning of my magnum opus. Even though I only have this one chapter out, there hasn't been a single day since I came up with the idea for the fic where I didn't think about it at least once. I just wanna thank all the people who let me infodump about it; y'all are true soldiers, cause I can really ramble on. Special thanks to @sinkdownbeneath for helping me write the intro because I was completely stuck for months with almost nothing to show, and being the person who let me yap the most, he can account for me pretty much talking about it every day for the past five months. So, anyway, I guess I hope y'all like my first finished something that wasn't just a blurb. Last night I only had a little over 200 words at 10 PM something, and now it's 7:44 AM with 2.5k words as I write this... I don't know what got into me, but anyway, enjoy!

June 1st, 1992

Daryl finds himself propped up against a tree, catching his breath. The cool summer air around him makes his chest ache with every breath he takes. He had been running, hearing the twigs snap and the leaves crunch beneath his feet as he darted past every tree, trying to evade potential capture from a party that had him jumping out a window when the cops showed up due to a noise complaint.

He spent much of his life within the comfort of the woodland, underneath the thick canopy of leaves and branches, the first roof he ever felt safe under.

He gasped for air, his legs exhausted and his lungs overworked, adrenaline still pulsing through him as he slid down the rough bark of a tree, pulling his legs up to his chest.

He's close to the road, hearing a solitary car cruise past. He can tell it's late from the stars that peek through the leaves that loom above him in the thick black sky, but he spots his glimmer of hope, which seems to be the soft light of a gas station just a bit beyond the road's traffic barrier closest to him.

With a deep inhale, Daryl knew he had to walk to the gas station and reluctantly call for a ride in a phone booth.

After fully catching his breath, he pulled himself off the ground and began walking towards the gas station, already dreading the thought of the phone call.

Reaching the gas station, he saw two cars; one belonged to the lone worker at the cash register inside, and the other belonged to a woman smoking a cigarette at the side of the building. The woman did a quick wave at him, which he found to be a little odd just because most people at this time of night aren't too friendly, but he gave a polite wave back anyway.

Finally getting up to the phone booth, Daryl looked down at his watch, which read 1:00 AM, causing him to let out a deep sigh, realizing how late it was and how much of an inconvenience it would be for someone to come and pick him up.

He stepped inside the phone booth, staring at the phone for a minute before popping in the quarters he luckily grabbed from the living room floor of the party. If he hadn't grabbed them, he'd be completely fucked and have to figure out his way back to his apartment.

After dialing the number he knew would pick up, the phone rang just a few times before a tired and clearly just woken up by a phone at one in the morning voice picked up.

"Hey, Mr. H... Could ya pick me up?"

"Thanks. 'm sorry about this; kinda just started walking and didn't stop. Ended up at some party, and now I don' know where I am."

"Yeah. Place is called Peachy Speed, never seen another gas station called this; it must be family-owned or somethin' and the closest road sign says it's on Navel Street. You know where I'm at?"

"Okay, cool. See ya in a bit. Sorry again."

After hanging up, Daryl stepped out of the phone booth with his head held down, letting out a deep exhale and running a hand through his hair until he heard a pair of feet shuffling up to him.

He looked up to see who it was, and it was you, the woman who waved at him.

"Need one?" You held out an open pack of Marlboro Reds, with only one cigarette missing from the pack.

"Oh. Yeah. Thanks." His thoughts stuttered for a moment because he was caught up in the fact that you came over to him. You're really pretty, and now Daryl feels like a nervous schoolboy trying to ask a girl to the prom just because of a simple gesture.

He grabbed a cigarette out of the box and reached to pull his lighter out of his pocket, only not to feel it, and checked the other pocket to have the same luck. "Shit."

You let out a small chuckle. "Need a light too?” You pulled a lighter out of your pocket and handed it over to him.

He nodded his thanks and popped the cig in his mouth before lifting the black bic with a spiderweb seemingly hand-painted on up to the end of the stick. Flicking the flame to life, he took a long inhale and handed you back the lighter, as he really took a moment to take in the sight of you.

You were in a black tank top tucked into a pair of black ripped jean shorts. Under the pair of jean shorts were fishnets with an intricate pattern of moons and stars, and you had on a pair of slightly battered-up Doc Martens.

As he exhaled the first plume of smoke into the night sky, he saw your kind smile, which sent a rush of warmth through his face. Your lips had a simple gloss on them, but your eyes were a different story, painted with smokey eyeshadow, sharp graphic eyeliner, and two rounds of mascara on each set of your top lashes. He also noticed the simple yet pretty titanium stud on the left side of your nose and two helix rings on both your ears.

He thought you were gorgeous, his heartbeat a slightly faster pace than what it normally rested at.

"Rough night?" You asked as you lit up a cigarette for yourself, letting out a slight gag at the taste and smell that you weren't used to, which caused Daryl to let out a small chuckle.

"Sorta. More of just hated the fact I had to call and wake someone up to come and get me. First time smokin'?" He said before he took another drag.

"How'd you know?" You said sarcastically as your face contorted in disgust a bit at the taste building up in your mouth and throat after each puff.

"Maybe try a different brand. You'll find one ya like." A small smile graced his lips as he butted off the ash at the end and took another drag.

"Nah. Think I'm quitting after this one. I'll just stick to weed."

He let out a chuckle. "May I ask, why'd ya even start?"

You let out a small groan, running your hand through your hair in slight embarrassment. "I finally left my shitty boyfriend once and for all. I finally realized he'd never like me for the real me. I constantly had to put on this mask around him, and I finally found out that it was impossible to fix him and the fact he didn't actually like me. I know it sounds weird, but I guess my thought process was that my epiphany about him would stick with me after smoking one like a character in a movie or something." You let out a laugh. "Stupid, right?"

He snubbed out the end of the cigarette, as it was almost a roach at this point. "Nah, it ain't stupid. A lot of my best thoughts come after smokin' one, cleared my head more times than I can count. You deserve one after the bullshit he put you through, I think. Hope the prick is havin' a shit night after realizin' he's lost you cause ya seem awesome to me so far."

You felt warmth begin to rise in your cheeks at his words. "Thanks. I know I deserve better. I'm just pissed; it took me so long to realize it. So, anyway, what's your name? I can't believe I haven't asked yet."

"Name's Daryl; what's yours?"

You had a few good puffs left of your cig but decided to snub yours out as well since you didn't like it anyway. "Well, it's nice to meet you, Daryl. My name is (Y/N). Do you wanna come sit with me at my spot against the wall? My most likely melted slushy is calling my name to get this taste out of my mouth."

"Yeah, I can. Might be a bit till my ride gets here, so I might as well sit down." He started walking to your spot, and you followed in tow.

When you got back to your spot, you looked down at your slushy on the ground. The dark purple concoction of blue raspberry and cherry slushy combo was completely melted. "Goddammit." You didn't fully care though; you paid for that slushy, because you were stubborn it meant you were going to have all of what you paid for, so you drank down the rest of the sugary liquid with a satisfied sigh. It was luckily still cold, at least, and it was just what you needed to get the taste of the cigarette out of your mouth.

As time passed, you and Daryl talked about whatever came to mind as you doodled some intricate pattern on the front of the pack of the Marlboro Reds with a sharpie, ultimately moving to the back when you ran out of room. You found out that he works as a mechanic for motorcycles and cars at a nearby auto body shop, that he rides a motorcycle that he built himself a few years ago, that he loves to hunt on occasion, specifically with a crossbow, and that he ran from the cops at a house party tonight.

You knew your short time with Daryl was up when you saw a 1987 Ford Sierra MK2 pull into a parking spot at the gas station, and Daryl stood up, doing a quick stretch. The man in the car smiled and made a small wave at you, and you did the same back.

"It was nice meetin' ya, (Y/N). I'd talk more, but I don't wanna keep him up any longer." He said as he gestured a hand towards the man who came to pick him up.

"It was nice meeting you too. Thanks for talking to me, Daryl." You pulled the pack of cigarettes from your pocket and held them out to him. "Take these. You need them more than me. Plus, I just quit." You grinned at him as he took the box from you.

"Holy shit, thank you." He smiled back as he placed the box in his own pocket and slowly started walking backward towards the car. "Hope ya have a good night and that Nick the dick has a shit one.

You let out a laugh at the nickname Daryl gave your ex-boyfriend and waved him goodbye with a "You too." You leaned your head back against the wall, staring up at the night sky as your eyes finally began to feel tired, knowing you should head back to your friend's apartment soon and try and get some sleep before your nine AM shift.

Once Daryl got in the car, he let out a quiet sigh as he looked out the window at you, wishing he dared to ask for your number. You were the first good conversation he'd had in a while, and his schoolboy-like crush on you kept growing the whole time you talked.

"So, who's that?" The man said as he shifted the car into gear, Daryl noticing the grin on his face.

"A girl that started talkin' to me after our call. Name's (Y/N)." He pulled the pack of cigarettes out of his pocket, mindlessly tracing the pattern of doodles you did.

"You ask for her number? The car was now beginning to be backed out of its parking spot.

"Nah. Mind if I smoke?" Daryl shook the pack and began looking for one of the lighters he left in the glove compartment a few weeks ago.

The man shook his head with a slight sigh and said, "Go ahead." He wasn't shaking his head over Daryl wanting to smoke, but over the fact he wouldn't ask for your number when he obviously liked you, but he knew he couldn't push him; he understood Daryl's nature.

Daryl looked back out the window at you, opening it as he blew out the first cloud of smoke. He then looked back down in his lap where the box lay, flipping it over to the back to see what you had drawn there as well. His breath hitched as he saw it. On the back was your phone number, and above it said, "Call me" with a smiley face.

The tips of Daryl's ears were beet red, and he tried to hold back his face from turning the same color. He looked back out the window at you to see you grinning at him this time, to which he smiled and waved goodbye to you as the car pulled out of the lot. In Daryl's twenty-three years of life, he could say that this night was one of his best.

"Daryl, why'd you call me Mr. H again? Son, you've known me for five years; how many times do I gotta remind you to call me by my name? It's Dale for you."

Daryl let out a small cloud of smoke this time, wanting to savor this one on the peaceful ride back. "I'll tell ya again, it happens when I'm nervous; didn't wanna wake you up, s'all, and you still are my boss after all."

"Daryl, you're like a son to me, and I told you to never be nervous if you need help, and that includes coming and picking you up in the middle of the night if needed. I'm here for you." Dale placed his right hand on Daryl's shoulder, keeping his left on the wheel as he squeezed his shoulder lightly before returning it to the steering wheel.

"Now, it's not Mr. H or Mr. Horvath, son. It's Dale."

Daryl rolled his eyes playfully. "Yes, sir," he joked, letting out a chuckle.

It was the next day around 10:30 PM when Daryl picked up the phone on his nightstand and finally called the number you gave him, nervously wrapping the cord around his finger. The phone only rang twice before the other end picked up, "Hey, is this (Y/N)?"

The inner teenage girl in your brain screamed in excitement, so happy that he finally called. "Omg, Daryl! I was wondering when you were gonna call me. I've been waiting since I got off my shift."

"Didn't know if you worked a mornin' or a night shift, and I didn't wanna leave too many voicemails on your friend's phone."

"Yeah, I worked a morning shift at the diner today. I got off at five. Morning shifts are the fucking worst." You're lying on your stomach on the couch, playfully curling the phone's cord around your finger and kicking your feet back and forth in the air.

You and Daryl talked for an hour, mainly talking about the shitty customers you dealt with today, sounding especially frustrated about the woman who yelled at you just because the diner was out of unsweet tea that you couldn't do anything about because the place was also out of tea bags to make more. What did she want you to do? Just up and leave your job and go buy the tea bags, your fucking self?

"Even though I don't want to, I gotta go to bed 'cause I have another morning shift tomorrow. I get off at five, so call me around six-thirty, okay?"

"I get off at five too. Works for me. Goodnight, (Y/N)."

"Goodnight to you too, Daryl."

The call ended, and you both looked up at your respective ceilings, smiling as warmth bloomed through your faces. You both slept well that night, falling asleep to the thought of calling each other tomorrow.

⋆☀︎｡ Extra author's note: Here's what Dale would look like in 1992, I took Dale's age of 64 from the show since the apocalypse started in 2010 so he'd be 46 in 1992. I think this picture of Jeffrey Demunn is from when he was 43 maybe? I can't remember but that's close enough to 46 and even if he isn't 43 in the image he fits the look of someone in their mid-forties. Just imagine him without the cowboy hat, okay? There's not a lot of pictures of him when he was younger.

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please write something about blue lock as cat dads, like we have cat and its batshit insane <3

my cat was furiously scratching at my bedroom door this morning, so i'm taking that as a sign to write this. here you go anon:

rin owns a void. black fur with bluish green eyes and sharp little fangs. rin adopted him as an emotional support animal after sae left for spain. his name is kuro (黑) which means "black" in japanese because the itoshis are just unoriginal with all pet names. sometimes the cat camouflages with the furniture, but rin knows its habits too well to accidentally sit on him. they have an almost telepathic bond. kuro follows a very strict routine. feeding times are 7 in the morning before rin's football practice and 6 in the evening during dinner. he is calm and quiet most of the time but hisses whenever there are birds in the window. very shy around strangers. will curl his tail around rin's leg and peek out from time to time but does not have the courage to actually approach. sometimes if rin has free time, he takes kuro out to the park and lets him chase after the butterflies. kuro is also very intelligent. knows how to unlock doors, fetch the newspaper, and clean up after using the potty. sometimes spaces out when rin watches his horror movies at night. will blink at the screen owlishly. he's not very skittish when it comes to jumpscares. he just doesn't understand what's going on in the film. his favorite time of the year is during the holidays when rin goes back to kamakura to visit his parents. mama itoshi always sneaks kuro an extra fish bone.

oliver has a cat with heterochromia. his name is björn which is swedish for bear because he is a massive maine coon. flirts with all the tabby cats in his neighborhood and purrs loudly to show off. incredibly fluffy but sheds a lot. very strong physically. one time he moved oliver's entire closet because he did not like how it was blocking his cat door. secretly the leader of a cat gang, but oliver doesn't know. pretty chill most of the time and enjoys large family gatherings. multilingual because he can respond to commands in swedish, japanese, and german. he also knows a little bit of danish. oliver taught him a few tricks as a kitten. he can twirl around, roll over, and give high-fives. despite his large size, björk is very flexible and light on his feet. one time he got into the cookie jar on the top pantry shelf, and oliver's mom had to shoo him out.

shidou has an orange cat named ryu (竜) which is an alternative form of the kanji for "dragon" (龍). it is also adapted from the first character in his name "ryusei." his cat looks exactly like how mcdonald's sprite tastes. very spicy. does not sleep at night. his business hours are from three in the morning to whenever he passes out. drifts like a literal race car and makes vrooming sound effects. ryu took one whiff of catnip as a kitten and has never been the same since. all of his toys are shredded. prefers taking the head off first. you will find cotton stuffing everywhere. he destroyed the brand new cat bed shidou got for him, so now he's been downgraded to a cardboard box. ryu is prohibited from all open windows especially the ones with pull-down blinds because he once saw a squirrel and went absolutely feral. only eats raw meat and refuses to even touch dried kibble. sits beside shidou whenever he orders yukhoe from the local korean restaurant. feasts on all the scraps.

barou has a tuxedo cat. her name is mimi, and she is the sweetest cat in existence. claws are always trimmed. licks herself clean. unusually calm at the vet and groomer and is one of the few cats who actually enjoys baths. sometimes helps barou with cleaning by catching all the dust bunnies. his apartment is also insect-free thanks to her. she is, in fact, a baddie. the tomcat next door has tried to get her attention for over a year now, but she refuses to be swayed. he gave her a dead rat once, but mimi swatted it away before telling him he better start paying some bills and look somewhat hygienic before she even looked his way. the only man in her life is barou, and it will stay that way. mimi is also a polydactyl cat, so it looks like she's wearing white mittens. sometimes barou comes home from practice exhausted and collapses face first into bed, and mimi will crawl onto his back to knead his muscles for him.

nagi has a scottish fold. she has white fur and brown eyes, hence her name yuki which is japanese for "snow." she is very similar to nagi. lazy and sleeps all day. their favorite activity together is sunbathing. eats a lot but somehow still manages to stay in shape. she often sits upright like a human and kneads the fur on her tummy. as a kitten, she mirrored nagi's actions, so he got her a mini video game controller. it doesn't actually work, but she gets to press on the buttons whenever nagi is gaming. makes her feel very involved. scientists have also classified her as a liquid. she can get herself through every nook and cranny. even the two millimeter crack under the bedroom door. her favorite place in the house is her bed. has two fluffy blankets and a teddy bear. during winter, she moves her bed closer to the heater. has unofficial beef with choki because she tried to eat him once. ended up with spines in her mouth and never touched a houseplant after that. choki still has a giant missing chunk from where his arm was bitten off.

reo has a persian cat. her royal title is kana-hime because she is a spoiled princess. she has silky fur that smells like perennial roses. has an entire room to herself and a private chef. reo has like 3134736845 pictures of her on his phone. she is even included in the holiday cards and family portrait above the fireplace mantel. her collar is made of sterling silver with a diamond in the nameplate. very coquette. pink bows are her favorite. sensitive paws so reo customized a pair of small fur booties for her. clingy and has attachment issues (just like her owner.) sometimes goes on playdates with yuki. said playdates involve yuki just sitting there while kana-hime gives her a full body grooming session and makeover.

sae owns a siamese. light blue eyes and a dark patch of fur on her face and paws. she does not have a name because sae never formally adopted her. one morning he had gone to practice and returned to a mother and her kittens on his fire escape. sae did not keep the kittens, but unfortunately the mother was very persistent, so he let her stay. despite originally being a stray, she is very clean. always licking herself and sae's hands. not very picky but has a preference for seafood, specifically surume. very productive during the day. rearranges her bed and water bowl. scratches her post five to six times. takes a daily stroll on the rooftops of madrid. she doesn't have a collar, but somehow always manages to return safely to sae's window. has an almost sixth sense when it comes to his emotions. if she senses he is tired, she will hop onto his lap and force him to lay down and give her pets. if she sees that he is stressed, she rubs her head under his chin to calm him down. probably the only emotional attachment sae has had ever since he left japan.

kaiser has a norwegian forest cat. it has golden fur, dark stripes, and blue eyes. has a little mane around his neck, so he resembles a small lion. his name is klaus. basically a mini kaiser. preens in front of the mirror every morning alongside michael. prances around as if he owns the entire establishment. bullies other cats but is scared shitless in the presence of dogs (even chihuahuas). has a little habit of gently biting kaiser's finger. not enough to draw blood but enough to leave a little imprint from his fangs. it's his way of showing love. nuzzles against kaiser's neck tattoo when he picks klaus up. a very needy baby at night. cannot sleep well in any place that is not michael's bed. needs to be tucked in like a child with his stuffed animals and blankets. ends up sleeping on kaiser's face by the time the morning rolls around. has perfect loafs, as in 11/10 if it was a competition. side-eyes ness whenever he comes to visit. extremely judgmental to the point kaiser suspects klaus must have been a human in his past life. knows how to pose for photos and even tilts his head to capture a good angle.

#asks #blue lock #blue lock headcanons #blue lock fluff #rin itoshi #oliver aiku #shidou ryusei #barou shouei #nagi seishiro #reo mikage #sae itoshi #michael kaiser

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7. PROPOSITION

CHAPTER SEVEN OF ANIMALIC | MIGUEL O'HARA X F!READER

↼ chapter six / chapter eight ⇀

summary: a proposition is made in hope for new beginnings

mature | 4.7k words warnings: enemies to lovers, forced proximity, apocalypses, death, decay, blood, injury, sexual tension, angst, no use of y/n notes: I ACCIDENTALLY DELETED THE ORIGINAL. anyway repost lol

During the liminal period between detonation and your understanding of it, you’d been convinced of your own fatality. Dead girl walking; the shell-shocked mantra playing in an unremitting loop as you navigated the flattened planes of your once-home.

New York was a ghost town. Or – town isn’t exactly the proper verbiage, not when it comes to describing the hollowed locale. It’d been flushed of all its previous pomp; skeletal buildings with their windows blown to bits, light posts bent at the root, central park a glorified bonfire pit for skyscraping flames. In truth, when you’d awoken, you couldn’t recognise your whereabouts.

That was the basis for which you told yourself it was a dream. Everything existed as a distorted reflection of what you were familiar with, a fucked plane capable only of occuring in feverish delirium. The bite, you’d accepted – nodding to yourself grimly. You must’ve gotten sick again and passed out before the speech, transported to some stuffy hospital that pinned you with needles full of hallucinogens. How else could you have explained your occult ability to phase through walls, or the complete absence of people?

(In hindsight, it was denial more than anything.)

Yet time progressed on a tortoise’s shell, marching with all the leisure of reality. It didn’t jump like it would’ve had your consciousness been in charge, with its aversion to the mundane and grotesque. No; you’d started to see the faults in your logic when the substance that perpetually fell from the sky proved to be human ash, or when – the further down you travelled – maturating flesh increasingly marked your path. You’ve never known your mind to be so cruel.

So, dead.

If so, then you’d settled on purgatory. A state where souls atone for their unforgiven sins and are purified. It was an interim solution; you weren’t the religious type, anyway. But maybe that'd been it. Maybe you’d been given a last hope at redemption, thrust in a distinctive nightmare to comprehend how much worse hell could be. At least you lacked pain, at least you were dressed – clad in the silk of your gala gown. But the sky had been red, covered in a sheet of dismal smoke, and you couldn’t see the stars at night.

It was a sign; you’d failed at reaching them.

The notion had paralysed you for days, tearing at the false comfort you’d wrapped yourself in up to that point. You’d weeped, and tested the limits to your intangibility with lacking enthusiasm. Blotchy faced, snotty nosed – passing your arm through rubble, succeeding, then trying the same with your feet, which abraded against the rough surface instead. The inconsistency was hard to keep up with, but the task at least distracted you from a profuse existentialism.

You’d heeded no patterns; some days, you were completely nonphysical. Or, parts of you remained that way, while others shifted back to palpability. It’d been a tug of war, dependent entirely on your mood and a greater scheme you had no part of. With your limited comprehension, it’d only guaranteed the purgatory hypothesis. Not mortal, nor spirit. Stuck in a great between.

(What heaven was worth this? Who deemed it so?)

The guessing game got old. You’d needed something else – more than water, or a fresh change of clothes; good, honest science. Truth. You couldn’t move on until you’d had reason to believe the outcome could justify this.

You turned to the cosmos then, impartial as ever, despite their discernible absence. They were still there, you knew. Just beyond the firestorms, the sun burnt bright enough to penetrate smog. Its hazy glow provided an alternate reminder of something for you to still pursue – wherever it was, wherever you were. You couldn’t be sure that an afterlife meant nirvana or elysian fields, yet fulfilment looked to be the common denominator. An underscore.

To you, that would only ever be one thing.

Deep space, your stars – your Sol.

(It was hope in the one way you could define it.)

The threads started to converge in an instant of poetic cognizance. The Phoenicians had done it, and so too had ancient sailors. Stars for navigation, for reasoning. Of course. All that entailed for you was to certify you were worth it.

You’d started by cleaning. Little things, far from where you’d originated. A neighbourhood of collapsing houses, nested in beds of fine porcelain and dust. The times where you could use your hands, you’d sweep the debris onto them and deposit it in a hole, harrowed from a singed lawn at the end of the row. When you were immaterial – a state that had begun gaining rarity the better you were able to cope – you’d focus on mentally tallying inventory. Some to set aside, for whatever poor individual would visit next, and the rest for you. A diet of canned beans and bottled water was better than nothing.

Then, you’d dealt with the bodies.

There were none within the city, nor the suburbs. It was only when you’d ventured outwards did they start to crop up; thin corpses with leathery skin still stretched over their frames, starved or burnt or both. The smell had been putrid, reeking of pure rot, and you’d surmised that perhaps they’d taken too long to find salvation. It’d motivated you to keep working, burying them in marked graves with a plug fastened over your nose. You didn’t want to end up like them, as a chore for the next.

It was near impossible to keep a timeline of it all. Now, you estimate it as months, though it had felt longer. You’d gone through it with no milestones, or any inclination as to whether you were finally getting close. Cleaning the entire expanse of purgatory seemed too big a task to ask of anyone, immortal or not. Yet as the weeks crawled by, you’d started to reckon that was exactly it. You’d felt nothing special, no sweeping message from God alerting you of your success. Just more devastation, more labour.

(Were you wrong?)

You’d started to get sick again. Irritated sinuses, a scratchy throat. Every breath you took was more useless than the last, oxygen unable to circumvent your system. Smoke inhalation, likely. You’d searched for ventilators to help treat the symptoms, alongside pain relief for the sores spotting along your palms. There’d been nothing, and that wasn’t to say it had always been that way. Empty, orange bottles decorated every barren street, purged by apocalyptic gluttons.

(You couldn’t trick yourself – the dead had no use for medicine.)

Some fate must have willed it, though. It was there, in the seventh hospital you’d scavenged, that it’d happened.

A… being, no taller than five foot four, decked in a bright yellow suit and a hazmat mask. Loitering the entryway with a trash bag full of salvaged goodies. It hadn’t noticed you, preoccupied with routing the way back home – so you rushed into a nearby room to change into your gown. It was wrinkled and torn in places, having been the outfit you’d initially spent weeks in, but it was far better off than the grimy cargoes you’d adopted in its place.

You’d kept it for this; your day of judgement.

It – he, as it turns out – lived in a bunker, deep beneath the catastrophic surface of the state. You’d followed him there. A perfectly normal thing to do, candidly, for someone who’d forgone social interaction since death. It couldn’t dawn on you that he was surely in the same boat; isolated, cornered like an animal on its haunches. If it had, you would've made an effort to approach him with caution.

So, it certainly shouldn’t have come as a surprise when your ecstatic hello was met with an axe to the face. Naturally, it’d phased right through you, a feat which only furthered the old being’s terror.

God had turned out to be more skittish than you’d expected.

(“Blimey, whit the hell are ye supposit tae be.”

“I’ve been waiting so long–”

“Ye're gonnae get yourself killed wearin tha’ flimsy thing, lass.”

You’d felt so stupid. You should have surmised that the occasion called for modesty.

“Forgive me,”

“Whit is it ye want? I don’ have any food for sharin’.”

“Redemption, if you please. I promise I’ve been good, I just want to see the stars.” But of course he’d know that. “Sir. Lord, sir.”

“Is somethin wrong wi yer head?” He’d huffed. “It's tha’ radiation, I'm tellin’ ye. Or maybe I'm dead an’ seein’ things.”

Dead? Another lost soul?

“Are you not God?”

“God? Ha!” The human scoffed. “Trust that I wouldn’ be livin’ in this rat’s ass if I was.”)

It turned out that he did have food, and plenty – stuffed cans stacked in rows atop rows of nourishment. Medicine too, an age old ventilator that he’d tapped with a knuckle to spur into function. He’d agreed to let you replenish if you’d take a gander at his malfunctioning radio, of which you had limited knowledge on but were willing to give a try. You’d no idea what he needed a radio for in the afterlife, anyway.

(“The battery contacts are corroded, I think.” You had spit through a mouthful of corn. It’d tasted like pure sugar to your neglected tongue. “If it matters to you this much: baking soda to neutralise the acid, then a bit of vinegar over it to help wipe off the gunk.”

“Smart one ye are,” He’d pulled a cigarette from one of his various pockets, lip curling at your inquisitive gaze. “Don’ give me tha’ look, I ain' got none for ye.”

“I’m okay, thanks.” After a bit of deliberation, you’d added, “I’m afraid I don’t understand something.”

“Whit is it this time?”

“Why’d you set up permanent camp here? Don’t you want to leave?”

“An’ where wad I go?” His lighter had taken several starts to sputter a flame.

“Heaven. Hell – if that’s your thing. The cosmos?”

He’d barked another one of those sturdy laughs. “Ye one o’ them fanatics? That say wha’ happened wis for good cause?”

“Huh?” Tentatively, you’d placed the radio back on its rickety stool. “What happened?”

And all humour had drained from his face, his pupils hardening to flat beads. If it hadn’t been for the sudden shift in mood, you’d have gone forever traipsing on a fantasy. No; it was the tremor, the breaks in his once haughty inflection – idiosyncrasies that could’ve only been described as sympathy-triggered. It’d built upon your doubt, your already wavering faith, to strike you out of your mental regression.

“The Alchemax bomb, lassie.”)

He had a bucket for you to throw up in, slick with panicked sweat, unable to hold on to anything as your body oscillated between materialities. He’d made no comment on how your hands fell through the floor, or the knees that started to sink alongside them. Your fault, your fault. Any thought besides blame hadn’t time to develop, recycled for fuel to keep the cognition running. Your fault. Your fault. All this time.

(Who could you have turned to? You’d been praying to deities who’ve long since left.)

Night bled, and the man had retired. You’d stayed plastered to the ground, crouched over a slosh of your purged innards. The foulness hardly moved you; it’d felt good to punish yourself in that way. You’d taken to being your own arbiter, and such was one of the many reparations to come.

(You’d shunned the voice that insisted you deserve none of it. If you hadn’t been so ambitious, so blind to the flaws–)

You’d wanted to leave. So desperately that the wish had seized every cell in you, shaking them with a vigour unparallel to even celestial fury. You’d wanted to leave. There’d been nothing for you to divert your efforts to after learning the truth. Nothing you could have done to fix it. You’d wanted to leave. To anywhere but there.

Please. Please. Please.

Just this one thing.

The air warped.

You hadn’t noticed it immediately, still wrapped in your own misery. Scratchy skin accredited to grief, you kept rocking in place, bathing in muggy sobs. But it’d only grown worse, like a fraying fabric chafing along every appendage. Your dirty nails dug into your palms.

The friction peaked, rubbing you raw. You’d heaved in large gulps of oxygen, pulling at your flesh like it could’ve stopped it. Your jaw had unhinged, teeth clamping down on your thumb to muffle the overstimulated scream that’d threatened to break. Tears sealed your lash lines shut.

Almost a second later, it stopped, interrupted by the blare of car horns.

And, when you’d opened your eyes, you found that you were someplace else entirely.

Your fingers graze along something rough. At first, it’s easy to mistake as your jeans, the denim hardened in places with lack of care.

The space seems to have shrunk since Miguel fell asleep, slumping inwards, its rock walls poking your elbows and curved spine with a clinical brutality. It’s difficult to imagine how he feels; twice your size, unused to fitting those muscles through tight squeezes. Disastrous still, the low creak of the steel arch above puts a timer on your misfortune. The topic of your demise is of increasing relevance.

Perhaps he drifted off for that exact reason. To hinge on ignorance; an avoidance of this waiting game. Or, more credibly, to force you into a figurative detention. Think about what you’ve done, and what I’m asking of you.

In any case, it’s working. The trauma you’ve tried repressing thus far rushes through your conscience, carving gaping canals of remorse, lapping at its banks to keep it fresh. You’re convinced your heart could give out, wrenched in innumerable directions, the only respite afforded being the glitches that rip through you. You deserve to stay here, but he doesn’t. He’s always only sought what was right.

(You can fix it, do this one thing.

Though you can’t grasp where to begin.)

You pinch the fabric, tugging at it in a nervous tick. You don’t feel the tension across your calf, an observation that grows stranger the harder you pull. Reaching over with your free hand, you smooth over your pants. They’re still level with your shin bone, unmoved.

Huh.

There’s a mortifying moment where you fear that it’s Miguel’s suit you’re fiddling with, before taking into account that it’s impossible to twist the nanotechnology.

And it’s too close in to be a wall.

You delicately trace the surface with your pinky, searching for any discernible edge, intent on mapping out the overall shape to deduce its origins. Your arms wave about in a frantic fashion, but to your bewilderment, you find no real boundary. Weirder yet, it appears to slice through your shoe and a portion of Miguel's thigh.

Feels like–

Your stomach lurches, broiling in a bold concoction of thrill and trepidation. It throws you off guard, your brain lagging behind the reality your body already accepts. You know what it could be, having undergone the phenomena in several situations similar. An answered prayer during your lowest points – back at the man’s bunker, a few times since then.

Nerves humming with electric fervency, you tamp your hope into something more manageable, unable to handle another blow should this turn out poorly. Or – comparably – should you succeed; if this is, indeed, a portal. Your resolve trembles with the strength of a baby bird's wing, missing the survival instincts that once bolstered it.

(What would it mean for you?)

Biting your lip, you plunge your fist through to the other side.

It comes in contact with something cold, unlike anything in your little cave. Cold, glossy and… crinkly. A plastic bag of sorts, packed full of a pulpy filling. You’re tempted to draw away, disgusted, but redirect that intensity into inspecting instead.

The bag rests upon an uneven floor, marred by pebbles that lend a sense of ruggedness to the place. Outdoors. Downright filthy, too; judging by the clammy residue that sticks to your knuckles. Bile nudges up your oesophagus, inspired by the unidentified refuse you’re granted access to. Squalid; a dumpster, probably. Decorated in bursting trash bags.

But then–

Mooring yourself upon Miguel’s abdomen, you dip your forearm further in. The static off the portal’s perimeter sings with discordant vibrations, its intensity bordering on painful. It prickles the fine hairs along your limb, scouring any goosebumps raised with a grating ferocity. You stifle the whimper that arises as a consequence.

Your fingers dip under the trash, grazing something that makes you pause. Rubber. Ring-like.

The day pass?

Swallowing, you jerk it towards you. It doesn’t budge, stuck under the refuse.

(It occurs to you to give up. The moral dilemma its purpose poses is abundantly clear.)

Hooking all four digits around its circumference, you pull harder. The portal eats at you, hostile to the foreign intrusion. Any longer and you’re afraid it’ll cut your arm clean off, right under where that gutter almost did the same. Your adrenaline had been enough to numb the torturous incident then, both physically and in memory – and though you lack that direct threat to your life now, the setup is much the same. A situation where you’re finally in control, a reclamation to the morality you’ve long since lost. It’s personal – the scolding he’d given you like a knife to old wounds.

The prospect fuels the surge you need, distending through your biceps, reinforcing their efforts as you finally yank the bracelet out. The portal makes no noise when it zips back shut, but you feel the lull, its energy abandoning you to wallow, alone again. Or, not alone; you gently settle between Miguel’s legs, careful not to disturb him.

There’s a stark silence that passes afterward, a line of astonishment keeping it intact. You allow it, needing time to process the staunch implications of the day pass sagging upon your lap. Its lilac hue gives a faint light to your surroundings, illuminating the cranny you’ve only been able to picture so far. It’s about what you expected – save for the resting face of your companion.

He looks good. Which isn’t to say he doesn’t usually, but the peace that graces his features compliments him, rounding out any harsher edges. You trail your gaze up his neck, to the jaw that points to a pronounced chin. Lips that pout even over retracted fangs. An aquiline, masculine nose. It fits him, you think. Lends itself to the fluffy hair that frames his sharp cheekbones. You linger on it probably longer than you should.

That is, until you catch sight of the blooming discolouration marring his temple.

It’s partially obscured in shadow, yellowing along the ends and purple in places you don’t have the advantage of properly observing. Yet, the bruise communicates all it needs to, loud and explicit. You’re not in a position to procrastinate any longer; you’ve already spent a year running from fate. It might make you sick, your organs tying together in a nauseating knot – and every impulse in you might scream against it. To run away; to leave him here for dead. Live the rest of your life in peace – it’s only right, it’s only right.

Then, you remember what he’d said to you.

(“Explain this to me, O’Hara – what just providence made me spider-woman to a barren land?”

“It’s not fair.” He didn’t skip a beat, tone laced with a hard understanding. “But it’s fact.”)

You really hate him sometimes.

Bracing yourself, you shake his shoulder. He’s up in an instant, snatching your wrist in one warm palm. You wait for the tired mist over his awareness to melt, a stone lodged in your throat.

“¿Qué es?” He whisper-shouts. “What?”

“I–” Your voice warbles. Pathetic. “I have something for you.”

He squints.

(Rightfully so.)

Breathing through the hesitation that strikes the rungs of your ribcage, you hold up the day pass.

He doesn’t realise what you mean immediately, flicking back and forth between the bracelet and your furrowed brows. Realistically, his doubt can’t have lasted longer than a few seconds, yet you’re eternally paralysed within the anticipatory dread – a fossilised mosquito captured in amber. Even when he does eventually catch up, you stay still, letting him pilfer the key to your freedom and watching as his drowsiness sharpens into a pointed resolve.

And you don’t stray, not for the entire stretch during which he tinkers with its components. It’s not his aforementioned allure that encourages it, nor the sudden flashbacks to your earlier breakdown. Ridiculously enough, it’s satisfaction – a contentment at having finally defied your self-interests. You look to him like you had the sun back home. For validation on the path you’re headed towards, a small hint of a job well done. You’re too cautious of your own pride, betrayed by it more often than anyone else, but he–

He knows what it means to be a true spider-hero.

You hope that one day, you will too.

“Lyla?” Miguel demands into his watch, testing to see whether the spare parts of your contribution resolved its issues.

“You’re alive! Huh,” A miniscule projection of his LYrate lifeform approximation blinks into existence, tilting her heart-shaped glasses down as if to punctuate her disbelief.

“I came across a few obstacles, but I’ve got the Wr-” He catches your wince. “Our target. Set coordinates for 928. I’m coming home.”

“Gotcha. Can you wait until Reilly coughs up a twenty, though?”

“You bet on my survival?”

“Silver linings!”

“Lyra.”

“Okay! Alright. Home it is, boss.”

“And tell Jess to be on stand-by with an empty cell,” He adds, lowering his pitch to one more understated. You can’t lie and imply your appreciation – no matter what he does to soften your circumstance, it retains its somberness. You’re going back to that desolate wasteland, and this time, you have no will in ever leaving.

“Figured you’d want to get her in the go-home machine as soon as possible. No?”

“No.” He asserts, the decision rumbling from deep within his chest. You steel yourself against the shiver that wobbles through you. “I’m not done with her, yet.”

“Explain something to me, would you?”

You smell of lemon antiseptic and dirt, arms wrapped in fresh bandages from shoulder to wrist. It’s an unpleasant combination, exacerbating the headache that gnashes on your skull under these fluorescent lights – darkness having been an ally to your concussion. The acetaminophen they’d given you at the med-bay has done nothing to aid your pain, and you’re convinced that the only thing that would work is a long, hot bath.

That is to say, you’re not ready to have this conversation.

When you don’t respond, Miguel stands from his seat, exercising the prominent muscles in his legs. His sweats do their best to conceal them, but you’d been in close quarters with him for far too long to have forgotten the way they bulge and shift with every move. If you focus, you can sense them now, pressing against your ass, pinning you in place.

He huffs. You doubt your glassy-eyed ogle is doing you any favours.

“Can’t make any promises.” You murmur, before deciding against it. It probably isn’t the best time to test him. “I’ll try my best.”

It’s the first time you see him in casual clothing, which changes him – much like sleep does. Outside of his suit, he looks younger, on a pedestal closer to common man. A white t-shirt stretched taut across his chest, loose pants. Lighter colours, in complement to his bronzed complexion.

Get a hold of yourself.

“For as long as I’ve known you, you’ve managed to weasel your way out of responsibility.” He starts. Wrong, you want to say, because your breakouts have always been based on pure luck. “You threaten falling into floors, to phase through walls. Except, when we were trapped back on 15. You silently accepted our fate, despite having every means to prevent it. It’s telling, in my opinion.”

You nod, already aware of what he’s getting at. “Sounds like you don’t need me to explain, so–”

“You can’t control your powers, can you?”

“Bit late in figuring that one out.”

“Then how’d you come about the day pass?” He presses, not so much questioning anymore.

As it stands, you have two options:

To lie. It’s easy, natural after a full year of it. Your interrogator doesn’t need to know the truth if all he’s going to do is send you back, and with his newfound revelation about the nature of your abilities, it could prove advantageous to keep their full scope from his knowledge. You don’t owe him shit.

That’s Wraith talking, of course.

The you you want to be, however, beckons for candour. There pervades the confessional once more, a box drawn around you, prompting you to relieve yourself of all your secrets so you can be cleansed. Religion – a fickle thing, but it feels right, here.

Besides, who knows when you’ll be able to talk to anyone again.

“I’m not… entirely sure.” Your frown tucks underneath your teeth, and you suck on your lip while trying to formulate a coherent answer. “It’s happened previously. It’s like a portal, except it’s invisible and appears on the irregular occasion. I was thinking of ho– my earth when it materialised by my hand.”

His forehead creases, drawing in incredulously.

“You can create gateways into other dimensions?”

“Not quite. My working theory is that, somehow, the boundaries between worlds are thinning. I think I mentioned how my intangibility works?” He gives an affirming blink. “My atoms find the quickest way through something, so maybe they’re able to do the same through, ya know, the literal fabric of space-time.”

It really does sound idiotic to put out loud.

Miguel cups his face, rubbing away the weariness gathered in his wrinkles. There’s a plaster over the contusion on his forehead, overcast by rowdy tresses of wet hair. You do your best to suppress the image of him in the shower, steeling your expression into one of indifference.

“That holds up. This started a year ago?”

“Yeah,”

“There was a thing with a super-collider.”

“A… thing.” The scientist in you cringes. Though, you have no room to talk.

“All I’m getting from this is that, if I were to send you home, you could just high-tail out of there whenever the opportunity arises.”

His distrust shouldn’t shock you as much as it does. You ponder the best way to go about this, yet your tongue betrays you, speaking before you can lasso it back under command.

“In theory, yes.” You pause, waiting for it to sink in. “But I won’t.”

Some grand gesture of faith that was, you imbecile.

“Sure.” He stresses, unconvinced.

Taking a step forward, you crane your neck to meet his eye. Patchouli catches the office draft, clouding your head until all that comes from you is unintelligible nonsense.

“I’m sick of this game of cat and mouse. I don’t want to be the bad guy any more.” Your thunderous heartbeat drowns the effect of your proclamation. It’s hard to tell whether you come across as genuine or not. “All my life, I’ve only ever done what was wrong, what was selfish.” You rephrase his earlier reproach. “Let me be right, just this once.”

Your conviction sways when he tenses. No; this doesn’t feel honest, not even to you.

You want to be good. With all the fire of every star in this goddamn universe, blazing hot and colliding to expel devastation upon its neighbours. It shrinks up in your core, skyrocketing in temperature. It verges on explosion; a supernovae, life-giving. You want. You want. You want.

But, you’re afraid you don’t know how.

“We can make a deal?” You offer, plummeting to new depths of uncertainty. A deal requires mutual credence; for every skipped vow, you’ll lose out on something too. “Let me stay, just until I learn how to be the hero you need me to be. After that, I’ll go home – I swear it. And you’ll never have to worry about me again.”

He gives no blatant indication as to whether he’s seriously considering it. His head dips, and he turns his back to you, likely calculating collective factors to form the best solution. The way you perceive it, though – this elongated reticence:

He sees no other choice.

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aphpuffinchild · 4 months

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since it's out i can finally post my piece for @hws-anthology as well as the timelapse for it. as is arguably all my hetalia work, it's a love letter to my friend @pyrrhocorax 's fic Sendlingur og Sandlóa - i'll ramble a bit about how much it means to me, as well as the symbolism i wormed into this piece below the read more :)

i originally had two pages planned for this piece, potentially more - the fic is a good 74k words long and certainly not light on scenes i could and wanted to pull from, but various things led into other various things and one page was all i could manage, so i tried to cram in what i could, so here's that (in a rough, somewhat arbitrary order of focal points)

the opening chapter! the car is a framing device for the piece as much as it is for the journey the characters will take following that first chapter, so i wanted to use the car window/shapes as a literal framing device in my drawing

joi, shaky at best in his sense of self, sees no reflection in the window, instead there's a silhouetted raven to signify the search he must go on to find it

while not perfectly transcribed by virtue of wonky (plus an extra) line(s), the notes coming from joi's headphones are the opening to the song sendlingur og sandlóa, the fic's namesake, which a loved one kindly transposed by ear for me for the purpose of this piece

in a similar vein, the stickers on joi's suitcase are of a purple sandpiper and a ringed plover, the birds after which the song is named - here they are as transparents and in their original colours

i wanted to create a sliiight impression that joi is the one knocking over the chessboard, representing his repeated rejections of it (both physically, and the things it represents)

the chess pieces were also chosen specifically! originally i was going to use a black rook and a white pawn to match chapter 41, but for the sake of having alternating colours and the rest of my metaphors working (iirc) i swapped those colours around. that, and i wanted to match chapter 13's white king and black pawn - the black pawn stuck, the white king was colour swapped for colour cohesion reasons like the other's. (visual contrast was important to me, but the white queen blending slightly into the sky was okay for symbolism reasons) (there was also black king, white rook from chapter 3, so it all worked out anyway - there's a lot of chess in this story and i only had space for so many pieces and colours, basically)

speaking of which, the black pawn is for joi (chapter 13), the white queen is for halle (someone who, from joi's perspective, can go anywhere, vs joi's pawn, someone to be used -> see chapter 35 and perspective).

the king piece is falling (but hasn't quite fallen) between halle and henrik (chapter 3, 7, 13, though i most clearly thought of 19)

the person in the top right corner is eduard! i desperately wanted to include him because i think he's deserved it, and i considered a lot of ways of working him in, but i think an ambiguous silhouette that isn't Quite part of the main picture works better narratively

note also that he's separated from the other's through a red curtain, to represent the iron curtain (naturally) i wanted it to match ber + tino's part in some way, to sorta emphasise their similar foundations despite being split apart across places

the flowers at eduard's window are placed and chosen purposefully as well! orange/red zinnia's outside (for familial ties, steadfastness, friendship and remembrance) for what eduard puts out in to the world, then lily-of-the-valley for tino and cornflower for him inside to show what he wants to hold close :)

halle and joi are the only characters with their eyes open - halle looks towards the viewer/author/reader/joi, while joi looks away all together. if you've read the fic (which i assume you have because i can't imagine this is interested to read otherwise) you probably don't need me to explain why that reflects their roles in the story

similarly, every character apart from the brothers is turned towards another in some way (eduard does not count when his flowers do, and his role in the story is based around that disconnect partially anyway) tino towards ber and eduard (and hana, i guess), ber towards tino, henrik to halle, halle to henrik (though he looks away - his values are elsewhere even when they are together). joi, at best, looks at his own reflection in the window

the colour scheme, while arbitrarily picked from gradient maps based on what i felt "fit" has been approved by the author as being very "SoS core"

finally, the poem on the note, chapter 46

all that being said, i can and will now talk about my personal relationship with SoS, so unless that interests you i imagine the post is done now! thank you for reading :)

the first comment i posted on SoS is dated 2nd November 2016 - logging into my old account i can see i bookmarked it on the 31st August that same year, so i can safely assume i first read or at least found it then. a month after my first comment, i posted another on a different account, pouring a few bits of my heart out and the author responded! we went back and forth a bit and eventually talked (i think) via tumblr for a little, but the majority of our conversations were via skype for whatever reason (we didn't call, just texted). it was a lot of me looking for writing advice, insight to their work/process/skill, talking about The Brothers and talking about psychology/the brain on a general and personal level. i think if i read our conversations back now i'd cringe, given that i was an awkward, fumbling 16 year old, but i dont think anything else wouldve been fitting given the subject matter. eventually our conversations fizzled out and we stopped talking for years, but i'd go back to SoS routinely and cry.

in may of 2021, i posted another comment during what in hindsight was definitely another relatively minor mental health episode - i think it was half trying to emphasise how important the work was to me on the off chance pyrr saw it, and half a bid for connection since i had no idea if they even remembered us talking. i assumed nothing would come of it, and for about a year that was true - until pyrr responded after all in february of 2022 - i'm happy to say we've been talking consistently on discord since then. i feel a little weird speaking too intimately about our friendship as it is now since it's not just my story to tell (though pyrr, if you're reading this) (i'm sure you are at some point) (you're welcome to talk about it however, i just didn't want to without consulting you) but i can say with some certainty that it's at least a little bit my fault that we have a sequel now - cementing my place as official number #1 fan and validating the me from almost 8 years ago in a way i don't think either of us processes well.

it's here that i feel the need to talk about my other dear friend, @hws-lceland , who i'm grateful to have met through the zine's discord server. i'm sure they're reading this too, and a lot of what our relationship means to me is stuff that's probably a bit too vulnerable for either of us to speak publicly, but i *can* say that i love them very much, and i'm really grateful to have someone else to understand, and that he read SoS for me. i thought he needed it, and i hope i was right

sendlingur is...endlessly important to me. i'm aiming to not write an essay here (a goal i think i've already sorta shot in the foot) but i think it's important for me to talk about some of this a little loudly, all the same. my writing has changed because of the series - remeeting with pyrr and showing them some of my more recent work was interesting since it was apparent even to them the influences i'd taken (to be fair, in one section i explicitly asked and did borrow a format of theirs, but this goes beyond that). when i was 16 i asked my mum to read the fic in a desperate bid to be understood. i've cried reading the fic many, many times. i've signed off letters and poems with my switched around version of i'm sorry / thank you / i love you (i swap the first two around) many, many, many times, including in a close friend's wedding gift. SoS has very sincerely changed my definition of love. the name halle is a part of my abstract mindscape. id already considered changing my name to johannes anyway and this fic certainly didnt help. i've gained a friendship of 7 and a half years through it. i've gained another newer one now, too. i am not well. i wasn't well then, reading it, and it hasn't fixed me (i am worse, now, arguably), but it healed something, or at least made me feel understood. i could go on, and maybe sometime i will (there were so many things i wanted to include in my piece and pay homage to!), but for now i will thank anyone who took the time to read all this (again), and say that i look forward to experiencing the sequel

as always, i'm sorry, thank you, i love you

#hetalia #hetalia nordics #hws iceland #hws norway #hetalia iceland #hetalia norway #hetalia denmark #hetalia sweden #hws sweden #hws estonia #hetalia estonia #hetalia finland #hws finland

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glittermutt · 1 year

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mutt's guide to using dsr on ts4, with pictures!!!

ok so, dsr is a thing available for nvidia gpus that allows you to take veeery high resolution screenshots of games without much trouble, like this

it's an alternative to srwe, as it plays nicer with a lot of reshade shaders and is just, generally more nice to use! let me teach you how to use it - full tutorial with pictures for every step under the cut (im sorry its too long without the cut)

step 1: right click your desktop and open the nvidia control panel

step 2: go here (adjust desktop size and position)

step 3: make sure your settings are set as follows! this is important

step 4: now, go here (change resolution)

step 5: under change resolution, click on this button (highlighted with a red square)

step 6: in the windows that appears, make sure that "enable resolutions not exposed by display" is ticked! this is very important! (again, highlighted in red - it should look like this)

step 7: now, click on "create custom resolution"

step 8: this is where you set your desired resolution, and where i get a bit rambly; so, in my opinion, there is ZERO reason to go above normal 4K for TS4, as it's generally not a really high-poly game and it has rather simple graphics. you can fuck around a lot here, but if you don't feel like it, here are my settings - this will give you 4K screenshots. NOTE: THE REFRESH RATE DOESN'T NEED TO BE 75! SET IT TO WHATEVER THE REFRESH RATE OF YOUR MONITOR IS!

step 9: now, click on test

step 10: let the thing load, and after it's done, a window like this should pop up.. but yknow, in your language. click on "yes" (or accept or ok!! idk mine's in russian; basically, the button highlighted here!)

step 11: click "ok" in the window that pops up! like this! afterwards, close the nvidia panel

step 12: open the sims 4 and go into game options, then into graphics

step 13: set your "display type" as "fullscreen", like this

step 14: under "resolution", select whatever resolution you setup earlier; in my case it's 4K, so if you used the same resolution, your settings should look like this

step 15: click on apply changes!

AND UR DONEE!! WAHOOIEE!! now, take your screenshot using reshade, and then go back into sims settings and set it back to what you usually play at, then apply changes!

every time you need to take an HD screenshot, simply open game settings and use your custom resolution! that's it, have fun :3

#sims 4 tutorial #ts4 tutorial #sims 4 screenshots #ts4 screenshots #sims 4 screenshot tutorial #ts4 screenshot tutorial #sims 4 hotsampling #ts4 hotsampling #srwe #nvidia #dsr #tutorials

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humiliationstories124 · 5 months

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Submission from a follower, if you have a similar story, please feel free to share it with me

ok so i went to a halloween party hosted by a friend of mine in town. i took public transit as i live in the burbs but i dont have a car. i went as a wrestler, and when i was getting dressed i texted my friend the host to ask what underwear to wear under. he insisted i wear nothing under so i reluctantly agreed and showed up in just a blue singlet, shoes, and socks to this party.

it was a gay party and we had all been cooped up from all the covid precautions so it was verrry raunchy hahahah. i drank i think 6 beers. and i made out with a cowboy i didnt know and unfortunately for me got ROCK hard. because i was in the singlet, i couldnt exactly hide it and the lack of underwear made it even more prominent and visible. I got several looks from guys i didnt know as i went over to the corner to get soft. but my friend the host saw me and started talking with me and his eyes kept darting down and i could tell he was looking at my hard on. i should mention this friend and i are really tight. so when he casually reached down and traced the length of my shaft through the singlet with his finger i didnt mind, even though we were in his kitchen and other guys might have seen. i did kinda gasp in surprise and couldnt finish the sentence i was saying. he took that as an invitation to do it again, tracing from tip to balls, and i didnt have time to stop him cause i had drinks in my hands. but when he didn't stop after that i turned away blushing and laughed as I said quit it and he did.

well after a bit i was soft again and was ready to leave and actually kinda left in a hurry. now my journey home was to walk to the metro station, take the metro to the train station, wait for the night train, take the train about 20 minutes, then walk from the train station to my place. door to door about 90 minutes. i should have ubered looking back, but that was pricey cause it was halloween.

now as soon as i stepped outside, the cool air hit me and i had a realization: I needed to pee. i had had like 6 or 7 beers and they had gone straight through me. i considered going back to my friends place but i didnt want to miss the train and i was concerned if i peed some would get on my singlet and nothing would hide the spot since i had no underwear on.

so i walked to the metro station and waited for the metro and took that to the train station. as i was holding on to the standing bar in the metro i started squirming in my wrestling singlet and really considering whether i should go at the station. but i decided to hold it because those bathrooms are gross and the spot issue. If i peed at a urinal and some got on my singlet everyone would see and the train agent might have said something or worse, not let me on the train, which meant I'd have to wait til morning to get home. So i walked off the metro, passed the bathrooms and waited in the boarding area for the train. it was about 15 minutes before boarding, and i was kinda drunk so i was texting my friend to distract me but he was still winding down his party so he didnt respond much.

so when I finally got on the train i was pretty desperate. i got a couple of looks cause my face was contorted with the tension of needing to pee, so i embarrassingly sat toward the back by myself and tried not to grab myself since i was just in my singlet. I didn't want to look like i was touching myself and risk getting arrested or anything, so i was careful to keep my hands above my waist, relying only on my abs and thigh muscles to hold it in. I was squirming for sure, and I kept alternating between sitting and standing every few minutes, crossing my legs and shifting my thighs to help hold it in even as the pounding in my bladder got worse and worse. I was constantly looking out the window, willing the train to speed up, and looking down at my crotch to make sure no pee had escaped. 25 agonizing minutes later i finally got off the train, barely able to walk i had to pee so bad.

So i started walking to my building with all my muscles tensed on not pissing myself and trying not to grab my crotch.

I almost made it, but a little less than 3 blocks from my house, i suddenly heard a cop siren blare on the next street and heard the cop car as it drove away. the sound of the siren made me jump in surprise and...

It happened.

I started pissing in my singlet uncontrollably.

I tried to stop the stream but my muscles down there were so worn out so when i tapered the stream for a few seconds, I couldn't keep that up and the muscles forcibly relaxed and I went completely on myself. I was mortified and so mad at myself and being so close to home but not making it made me feel like a little bitch. I walked the remaining 3 blocks to my apartment in the wet singlet and had to wait around the corner, crouched in my soaked singlet for a minute while a group left so they wouldnt see me before hurrying in.

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megamindsecretlair · 6 months

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Mr. Black, Part 2

Pairing: Tre x Assistant!Black!Fem!/ Plus Size reader

Warnings: 18+, Minors DNI, You are in charge of your own reading experience. Intentional use of AAVE. FILTH. PWP, cursing, PIV, oral (fem and male receiving), dirty talk, praise kink, sex toys, dumbass reader, degradation kink, orgasm control, possession kink, power imbalance, Tre is a boss, all consensual.

Summary: The next morning, Tre gives you a special present. It is impossible to focus on work after this.

Word Count: 4,051k

A/N: I have no excuses for myself except that this was so fuckin' hot and I need to go lay down, WHEW. Thank you so much for the support! Please, please consider commenting and reblogging to help support writers! And please put ages in bios! Or get blockt!

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You spent the next morning, on your knees in Tre’s office, sucking the length of him down as far as you could. Somehow, you were able to redo the report and take out all of the typos. Circling them in red genuinely helped.

This morning, he called you into his office with barely a greeting. He simply sat down at his desk, rolled away from it, and you watched as he unzipped his pants and freed his dick. The smooth glide of the zipper already had you transfixed but it was the way he revealed his thickening dick that had you licking your lips. Dropping to your knees.

You had placed your hands on his thighs and wrapped your lipstick stained lips around his dick and drooled instantly. He was so big. It was nearly impossible to fit him in your mouth. He stared as you as you gave him head, his thoughts indecipherable beyond that he liked what you were doing.

He coached you on how to take him. How fast to bob your head. You seeked the tip of his dick with your tongue and fresh cum leaked into your mouth. You swallowed it greedily. You licked the underside, catching on ropes of veins.

Tre jerked and laughed a bit as you teased him. “I’m gon’ get you back for that one,” he groaned.

He didn’t want to mess up your hairdo so he focused on caressing your neck instead. He brushed his fingers around your pretty neck, alternating squeezing it and letting it go. When you took him deeper, he closed his hand around your throat just so he could feel himself inside you.

The pressure from that made you moan. “Mhm, let me hear that pretty voice moan for me,” he said.

You kept up your moans. His hips jerked up while you did so, fucking your mouth now instead of you sucking him. He closed his eyes and you watched the light from the window play off of his glasses.

“Hmf, I’m ‘bout to bust,” he groaned.

A second later, his hot cum was filling your mouth. The hot pulses splashed down your throat and you sucked all of it down. He panted and slipped out of your mouth. You worked your jaw to get some of the kink out.

He smiled as he watched you lick the corners of your mouth for any remnant of him. “I got a present for you,” he said.

“For me?” Joy suffused you as you thought of him getting you a present. Though, knowing him, it was probably something generic as hell. Still, you’d treasure it.

He zipped himself into his pants and stood up. On the side of his desk, he lifted up his briefcase and then rummaged through it. You straightened up and dusted invisible lint from your knees.

You heard a package crumpling and then he held it out to you, unwrapped. You gasped as you saw it and looked at him.

“A vibrator?” You asked. It was the last thing you expected.

He moved beside you and leaned his hip on his desk. “A remote controlled vibrator. Slip them panties off for me,” he said.

“Now? Sir…” You smiled and looked around the enclosed office. People were starting to arrive. You heard faint murmuring on the other side of the wall. There was no way you could wear that thing and get work done.

“You’re going to wear it. You’re not going to cum. At lunch time, I want you back in here, panties off, and legs spread for my lunch. Understand?”

If you weren’t already soaked before, he might as well call you Niagara Falls. Your clit painfully throbbed as that mental image crossed your mind.

“Sir…” Your voice wobbled as you tried to calm your breathing.

“You seem to think I’m asking.” He tilted his head with a smug smirk on his face. Shit. Shit, shit.

Your shaking hands reached under your skirt for your panties. Another lacy pair since he seemed to enjoy the other one so much. He opened the package while keeping an eye on you slipping your panties down.

“Get in position.” His deep, dark voice may as well have been a physical caress.

You faced his desk, identical to the same position he had you in last night. Your heart thundered in your chest. You placed your hands on the desk and leaned over slightly.

He roughly pulled up your skirt. A faint buzzing began and he trailed it through your slick entrance. “Oooue fuck,” you wobbled. Your knees turned watery but you held upright.

The solid wall of him pushed into your back. He licked the shell of your ear and hummed with a chuckle. “I want you to remember that you are not allowed to cum. I’m gon’ be very disappointed if you do.”

“Y-Yes, Sir,” you said. Your bottom lip quaked as he teased you with the vibrator. It was on a low setting so it wasn’t enough to get you too excited. He swirled it around your clit and you dropped your head.

He continued to hum with that deep voice of his. It was like he was purring straight to your pussy. Mercifully, he finally pushed it inside your dripping entrance and you bit your lip to keep from crying out.

He kissed your neck, right below your ear. “And do remember that I control this shit,” he said.

Too lost for words, your head flopped as you nodded that you understood. All day, he was going to torture you with this thing. Not only were you going to have to concentrate on work, you were going to have to concentrate on not cumming.

Your legs trembled as he leaned down and pulled your panties up your legs. He kissed your legs on his way up and then fixed them properly. He lowered your skirt and turned you to face him.

You knew your eyes were already lidded. The constant buzz was playing all kinds of dirty tricks on your pussy.

He kissed your cheek with a wicked gleam in his eyes. He waved the remote in your face. “I’ll see you at lunch, right?” He asked.

You nodded weakly. “Yes, Sir,” you said.

“Good, now print the Turner contract for me, I have a meeting in an hour,” he said.

“Yes, Sir.” Asshole. You took a deep breath and walked from behind his desk. As you neared the door, the vibrator ramped up in intensity. “Oue,” you said and tumbled toward the door. You caught yourself, barely, as the bastard chuckled.

“Just checking,” he said and laughed. Laughed!

You mumbled under your breath while he turned the thing back to its lowest setting. You closed the door behind you and leaned against it briefly. Today was going to be a rough ass day.

For the rest of the morning, you did as you were told. You printed the contract and gave it to him. He seemed to sense you were approaching because the vibrator suddenly turned up and you had to fight tingles making your body shiver. You handed him the contract with a scowl on your face.

He barely glanced at you since he was on the phone and typing away at his computer. Blessed with a little free time, you turned back to the mistake you made. You worked at the problem, trying to figure out where you went wrong. All evidence to the contrary, you weren’t stupid. Something wasn’t adding up somewhere and it was driving you nuts. You knew you had to say something before it got bad, but you wanted to prove that you were capable.

By the middle of the morning, your eye ached from staring at these tiny ass numbers. The vibrator was more or less background noise at this point. He had been too busy to remember to turn it up. He had been in meetings all day down the hall, so he at least wasn’t in the immediate vicinity. You didn’t know the range on those damn things, but you figured that he couldn’t just whip it out and torture you. Taking the blessing as a sign, you made it to the break room across from one of the meeting rooms.

The bottom of the conference room windows were frosted blue so no one could really see inside. However, the top was clear and you could see Tre leaning against the table as he spoke. All that man does is fucking lean.

He knew his affect on the women in the office. Every time he strolled by, the women - and some men - stopped and just gawked.

“You okay?” You turned your head to look at Henry. Sweet Henry. He was a lanky Black man, dressed in khaki slacks and a blue shirt. His tie was festive today.

“That’s a pretty rude question, Henry,” you said and lifted your eyebrow.

He ducked his head and laughed. “I’m sorry. You just seemed a little distracted,” he said. He joined you in the breakroom while you poured yourself some water. Anything else and it would frazzle your nerves.

A sharp pain went through your abdomen. Ugh! If only you could cum. The pressure was unbearable. Your hands were clammy and your skin felt like it was on fire.

You smiled at Henry. “I’m just messing with you. I have a work problem that I can’t seem to figure out.” You drowned the entire cup of water. Then, you refilled it at the water station and drank that entire cup too.

Henry nodded and you looked him over. Why couldn’t you be attracted to sweet little Henry? You bet he gave the best hugs, would not shy away from a foot rub, and would cook you breakfast in the morning.

You tried to imagine Tre being so domestic. You couldn’t. You doubted you’d ever be able to imagine him in anything else but his suits, sitting and making deals from sunup to sundown. Realistically, you knew he had to sleep some time. But did he wear boxers to sleep? Sleep in the nude? Pajama set?

“When I have a problem, I usually start over from the beginning. Sometimes it’s the methodology instead of anything someone did,” Henry said, snapping you out of your racy thoughts.

“Do you have a minute to explain that?” You asked. You had an inkling that you knew what he meant, but you wanted to be sure. Henry’s eyes widened but he smiled.

“Sure, yeah! Um,” he said and licked his lips. He really was rather adorable.

You got comfortable sitting across from him at the small table in the breakroom. There were only 3 chairs so people hardly sat in it. Henry cleared his throat and launched into what he meant.

The vibrator kicked into overdrive. “Fu-” You closed your eyes briefly, before seeking out the bane of your existence.

Tre stood across the way, holding the conference room open. The remote was held in his hand and he looked at you like he was seeing red. You stared at him as your orgasm crested and the urge shook you violently.

“Are you okay?” Henry asked, calling your name. You took deep breaths and looked towards him with a pleasant smile.

“Yes, please continue,” you said, your voice strangled. How could you fight this shit off? Oh fuck, this was the hardest thing you ever had to do. You weren’t used to denying yourself and you hated Tre for putting you in this position.

You pointedly ignored Tre while he tortured you with the vibrator. At one point, you had to press your hand to your stomach as if to physically hold the orgasm at bay. The intensity finally lessened as Henry spoke. You got the gist of what he was saying.

“I don’t mean to be rude, but I am feeling a little ill,” you said.

“Oh, okay,” Henry said. He smiled and waved. “I hope you feel better.”

You only hummed as you left the breakroom, heading straight for the women’s restroom. Inside, you checked under the two stalls for any sign of life. When there wasn’t any, you stomped your foot and shook your hands.

Your nerves were on fire. Burning hot lava sludged through your veins. The sudden intensity after all that edging was too much for you to bear. You turned on the water and ran the coolness over your hands. You brought those hands to your forehead to try and cool yourself off.

In your mind’s eye, you saw how Tre looked at you. As if he wanted to bend you over his knee right then and there. The image made your pussy flutter as you recalled how he had spanked you just last night.

You didn’t sit down at all after driving home in extreme discomfort. You couldn’t sit in a bath. Even that was too much. So you took a shower and spent the majority of the night laying across your bed on your tummy and redid the report.

You recalled how he had taken sweet possession of your body, playing with it like a fine tuned instrument. The naughty things he had said.

Oh shit. Your orgasm ripped through you. You bit your lip as sweet fuckin’ relief washed over you in pleasurable waves. You looked at yourself in the mirror as you did so. The way your eyes were at half mast, the slack jaw, the bit lip. You gasped and panted as it kept going, flooding your panties with arousal.

You leaned across the sink, calming down. The vibrator was still going. Shit. Your look in the mirror turned panicked. Okay, now he was really going to kill you. You raced to an empty stall and cleaned yourself up. Somehow, you knew it wouldn’t be enough. He’d be able to tell.

You sniffled but refused to cry. You were a goddamn adult. A kid trapped in an adult’s body, but still an adult.

You took deep breaths. You weren’t going to admit to shit anyway. Armed with new confidence, you washed your hands and left the restroom as if you didn’t have a care in the world.

Your eyes immediately found Tre from across the open floor space. He glanced at you and his eyes narrowed. Shit, how did he know? You gave him a goofy smile but he ran his hand down his face. Oh, you were in it now.

Dread slowed your steps, thinking of the incoming punishment as you walked towards your desk.

Former employees with boxes were being escorted out or walked with such hang dog expressions. You met their gazes, each and every one. You offered a smile. Some smiled with watery tears leaking down their faces. Others scowled at you. You understood. You had a job and they didn’t.

You made it to your desk and concentrated on the invoices. The temporary relief from the orgasm gave you enough energy to finally focus. Though, your mind kept drifting to the look on Tre’s face.

Okay, no more of that. Taking Henry’s advice, you started the invoice over and followed through all of the steps. You relaxed into a zone as you went line by line, number by number. Double checking and triple checking your work. A message dinged on your computer. Lunch time.

Your belly did somersaults as you paused your work. You stood up, smoothed down your skirt, and then walked into his office. You felt a little naughty being in here without him. He had intimidated you so badly when you first started working here. You knew from the first meeting that he was an asshole, but you had no clue just how mean he would be.

Being in his office without him felt like sneaking into the kitchen before dinner, trying to snag a cookie from a plate on the sink.

Instead, you followed his directions and pushed his chair out from his desk. You moaned a bit, free to do so, as the vibrator shifted inside of you. You lifted your skirt over your hips, wiggled out of your panties and then sat on his desk.

The sharp, freezing surface sent shivers down your spine. The vibrator was harder to ignore now that it was the only thing you had to focus on. Not a moment later, the vibrator turned to its highest setting. “Shit,” you moaned.

The door opened, Tre steamrolling into the room. He shut the door behind him and then crossed to his desk. There was a smirk on his face, but you got the sense that he was more angry than happy to see you following his directions.

“Didn’t I say you weren’t allowed to cum?” He asked. He pulled the chair so he could sit in it. He was at the perfect level to look at your dripping pussy.

“I didn’t…”

“Don’t lie to me. You couldn’t help yourself, could you?” He asked.

“Sir…”

“What were you talking to Henry about?” He asked.

“Huh?” The vibrator was still going, soaking yourself once more. You couldn’t believe how turned on you were.

“Do you need your ears checked? What. Were. You. Talking. To. Henry. About.” The damn thing had a pulse option.

Your eyes rolled into the back of your head as the pulses sent you into a shivering fit. You cried as these violent jerks bowed your spine. Tre gripped your thighs and spread them open further so he could see your pathetic clenching around the vibrator.

“W-w-work,” you cried out.

“Go on and cum then since you like it so much,” he demanded. Blazing hot flames of obsidian stared you down as you relaxed into a powerful orgasm. His grip on your thighs was the only thing you briefly noticed as you twitched and jerked your way through it.

You tried to keep your moans and whimpers down. You tried. A drawer slid open and soon, Tre was stuffing something into your mouth. You looked down to see one of his black ties in your mouth. It smelled like him. Like crisp mountain air.

You were able to moan more freely now that you were gagged. Tre pulled the vibrator out and attached his lips to your clit. You screamed out, rearing back and trying to scoot back from the edge of the desk.

Was he insane? Your legs bounced at each swipe of his wide tongue against your sensitive nub. Your hand flew to the back of his head, pushing him deeper instead of away.

You whined more, unable to stand it and unable to push him away. He dragged another orgasm out of you. Your thighs clamped around his head. He used his thick hands to push your legs apart. He pushed until your thighs screamed in protest.

He lapped at your pussy like a starving man discovering nirvana for the first time. His tongue delved into your pussy, pushing in and out and mimicking how he fucked you yesterday.

“Hmf, Tre,” you tried to say, but you were still gagged. He slurped up every last drop of you and then kissed your thigh.

He stood up and placed a wet kiss to your forehead. You gave him puppy dog eyes. “Sorry,” you mumbled.

He grabbed your throat and yanked you towards him. “You watch how you speak to other mu’fuckas in this office.”

You worked your jaw until you spat out the tie. “I have to talk to people here, you know,” you said.

“Not when they’re in love with you,” he said.

“Please, Henry is not in love with me,” you said and rolled your eyes.

“You ain’t that dumb,” he said and squeezed harder. He picked up the tie from your chest, his eyes narrowed as he carefully pushed it back into your mouth. “You have a listening problem.” His face twisted in disgust as he looked at you.

You would have felt like a big under a microscope, except a quick glance down showed you how turned on he was. He looked at his watch and then frowned.

He deftly undid his belt and zipper with one hand as he revealed himself. Your pussy hungrily fluttered, needing all of that inside of you. You bit down on his tie, moving your hips forward.

“You lucky I’m in a hurry and the office is full,” he muttered as he slammed inside.

Your head fell back and you made a guttural groan. He filled you completely. He faced no resistance as your arousal let him slip inside with ease. He made a satisfied hum and began attacking your pussy in much the same fashion as before.

His other hand, around your throat, pulled you closer. “This my fuckin’ pussy, understand?” He asked. He titled his head and looked you in the eyes.

You barely had enough free space to nod. He lifted your left leg and it allowed him deeper access. Your eyes crossed as he finally hit your G-Spot.

“Mhm,” he said, satisfied that he found it. He attacked it with precision. Every stroke was deep and calculated. Your left hand steadied you against the desk as your right hand held onto his wrist around your throat.

“Go on and let it go. Your needy ass can’t follow clear directions,” he said.

You came with a vengeance. The orgasm burrowing into your body like a live wire. Your sweat soaked skin made your dress plaster itself to you. Your knees trembled. Your body hung loose as the orgasm took you completely. Jolting through your veins. Robbing you of breath or sense.

Your orgasm triggered his. He grunted long and deep in his throat as he painted your walls with his cum. You trembled from the force of it. From the feeling of it filling you.

He stroked two more times, like he couldn’t help it. There was a crack in his exterior as he finished. He dropped his head against your chest.

“Swear I turn into an animal when it comes to you,” he panted.

Your heart swelled. You had no idea that turning a man on like this would drive you crazy. That he would drive you crazy. Insane. An addict for this type of lust.

He removed the gag and massaged your jaw. He softened inside of you and then he slipped out. He grabbed tissues off of his desk and cleaned himself up. He zipped away his third leg and then focused on cleaning you up.

He grabbed the vibrator from the desk, cleaned it off, and then worked it back into you. “S-Sir, please,” you begged.

He kissed your forehead, his lips lingering there as he got the vibrator fully seated. “I’m giving you a second chance. Don’t disappoint me,” he whispered against your forehead.

He pulled up your panties and helped you stand up so he could finish. He smoothed down your skirt.

You stared at his lips, wondering what it would feel like to kiss him. To have that wicked tongue to play with. You ran your tongue across your teeth. You knew what he tasted like already, but you were still needy. Still begging for more.

Fuck, you were so sore from when he stretched you out. You’ve had time to recover from the ass spanking and you hoped that he wouldn’t try that again tonight.

“Grab us some lunch and I’ll see you back in here at six.” He dismissed you.

Your chest deflated as you skirted around him and headed to your desk. You opened the door without a look back, closing it behind you.

You walked with wobbly knees and sat down at your desk. You sat there for five minutes while you contemplated your life choices. There was something wrong with you. It was the only reason why you were still letting him fuck you into oblivion instead of having a nice, normal, healthy relationship with someone that gave you kisses after sex. Cuddled.

Even thinking that, you wouldn’t be satisfied with someone so sweet. Someone walking by your desk pulled you out of your immediate flashbacks to what just happened.

Tre kicked the vibrator up to the medium setting. You cleared your throat as you went back to work, trying to pretend like nothing was amiss.

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brokehorrorfan · 7 days

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NECA has revealed a Vincent Price ultimate action figure. Due out in October, the 7" scale toy costs $36.99. Three heads and neckties can be interchanged to create various different looks.

Other accessories include five interchangeable hands, raven with alternate perch forearm, black cat, skull, candlestick, teacup, saucer, cigarettes, cookbook, and stack of records. It's packaged in a window box with opening flap.

#vincent price #horror #the raven #house on haunted hill #the fly #house of wax #the last man on earth #neca #toy #gift #the masque of the red death #witchfinder general #the pit and the pendulum #the tingler #the abominable dr. phibes

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Hey, luv ur last Hobie writing it was so good! so like as a request (sorry if my wording is a bit awk ive never requested anything on tumblr b4😭) hobie x fem reader (or not gendered i dont mind) on like what it would be like putting Hobie on music as a reader that listens to a ton of genres and not mainly punk rock- like would he be open minded on it etc. and also what falling asleep w him with music in the background would be like and stuff. like a little one-shot on that (or hc’s!)

: ̗̀➛ OPEN-MINDED

REQUESTS ARE OPEN

gonna hug every anon/req ever i love u lot so much <3 this is kind of just a ranty headcanon one shot. thing. i think. we'll find out. i think im physically incapable of writing a short one shot, i just love this guy too much thank u for the req!!! love u also, this is strictly my headcanon and my opinion, if there's something canon that contradicts this, my apologies!! this is just a bit of fun :)

i think he'd be somewhat open-minded, but he'd have his strict no-nos. pop music being that, or anything on the radio, he tells you it's just propaganda from the 'system'. remember, this guy is an anarchist, plus so much more.

having grown up in england, london specifically, i think he'd be partial to uk hip hop, grime, garage, alt rock, alternative music, etc. anything that sparks a bit of controversy. anything from the streets, the people. plenty of those genres stem from rock'n'roll music anyway, so i wouldn't be surprised.

however.

you're laying in your room one night, it's dark outside, the night crawling in as a gentle breeze drifts through your open window. headphones plugged into your phone, you scrolled through a newly made playlist, brows furrowed in thought as you tried to remember anymore songs you wanted to add.

humming along to the tune echoing in the headset, you were absolutely zoned out. it wasn't until a large pair of hands grabbed your waist, did you crash back down to earth. ripping the headphones off your head, you jumped back in defense.

"what did i tell you about leaving your window open, y/n?" hobie scolded you, a playful smirk on his lips, standing up straight, looking down at you, "could've been any dickhead coming in here, y'know?"

"not just any dickhead can scale 7 floors and climb in through my window, hobie," you rolled your eyes, fixing the mess you made when you threw your headphones and phone on the bed.

"yeah," he leant down, until his face was but an inch from your own, "only the really bad ones can."

with that, and a devilish grin, he pressed his lips against yours, using his advantage to push you backwards onto the bed, climbing on, making himself comfortable on the mattress next to you, holding you close to him. your hands went to his chest, feeling it rise and fall under your touch.

"i missed you," he muttered between kisses, his piercing ice cold against your lips, sending chills down your spine.

"i missed you, too, hobie," you whispered back, welcoming his touch on your waist.

pulling back with a smirk, he reached for the phone in your hand, opening it up.

"what were you listening to so intensely?" he quizzed, but his question was instantly answered at the name of the playlist you had made.

for hobie

"oh."

to say he was stunned, was an understatement. this was new to him, no one had ever made him a specially made playlist before, no one had gone to the effort. his heart swelled. scrolling through, he saw an array of artists that he hadn't even heard of before, mixes of genres that he knew you loved.

"sorry, it's really silly," you dismissed, reaching for your phone at his blunt response, suddenly feeling a wave of insecurity.

his eyes snapped to yours, shocked at your reaction, "what? no, absolutely not."

though his stomach twisted slightly at the thought of listening to lana del rey? whoever that was, he wasn't sure, but the fact you listened to it, thought of him, and thought of him so much you made it into a playlist dedicated to him? well, he'd be an idiot to refuse that.

"i love it, darlin', thank you," his smile was soft, genuine, one you only see him give to you, which is why you loved it so dearly.

"baby, who's kendrick lamar?"

BONUS #1

it was a late night, you were exhausted from working all day, and the 7 staircase climb wasn't ideal, now that the elevator in your block had stopped working. dumping all your stuff in the living room, quickly throwing on some clothes from the dryer and a quick bathroom visit, you nudged open the door to your bedroom.

you knew hobie was crashing at yours, it was more rare when he wasn't.

what you didn't expect was the sound of mellow, soft music coming from inside. continuing quietly, you peered around the door to see your boyfriend, barely under the covers, sound asleep on your bed. eyes scanning the room, you saw his phone, open on the mattress beside him.

silently stepping over, your heart melted at what you saw on his phone screen. the playlist you had made him, shuffled, playing through the speakers on his phone.

chest warm and full of adoration for this man, you leant down to place a kiss on his temple, smiling at the way his body reacted to your touch.

he was an angel, of sorts.

BONUS #2

though you complained about it at first, hobie would definitely need music to fall asleep to. sometimes he was so tired that the second his head hit the pillows and his arms wrapped themselves around you, he was asleep. but mainly, he played music from the speakers in either of your rooms.

the only issue with this, however, is that his music was never stereotypical sleeping music.

whilst only on a low volume, just something to keep his mind from fuzzing too much as he tried to sleep, you weren't a stranger to falling asleep to the likes of ramones, dead kennedys, motörhead, sex pistols, etc.

he loved you for it though, beyond grateful with your patience with him.

a/n: golly gosh i love this man so much

#hobie #atsv hobie #hobie brown #hobie spiderverse #hobie my beloved #hobie x reader #hobie brown x you #hobie brown x reader #spiderpunk #across the spiderverse #spiderman atsv #anon #i love anons #reqs open #reqs

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He was staring at her in a way no one had in her entire life. She couldn’t read anything in his eyes - not surprise, not fear, not malicious intent - nothing. (wolfrry, werewolf!harry, alpha!harry, ranger!y/n)

Lupus Noctis- Masterlist, Author’s Note & Warnings

Chapter 6 / alternatively, read on wattpad

Chapter 7 (word count: 20k+)

It took Y/N a moment to figure out what wasn’t adding up when she blinked her eyes awake in the middle of the night. She could only assume it was the middle of the night because the room was dark, and she would’ve checked her phone but something was immobilizing her, and that something was the large man sleeping with his heavy arm draped across her midsection. She tried wiggling a bit but he didn’t budge in the slightest. His nose was buried in the crook of her neck and he was holding her flush to his torso.

Looking at the window, Y/N could distinguish that the sun was just about to rise. She had no desire to wake up early since she had her day off, especially when she was wrapped up in Harry’s arms like that.

She had been pretty drowsy going to bed to realize, but yet again, she’d fallen asleep in record time in his company. This was so unusual for her. It took her weeks, months even to get accustomed to sleeping next to someone new, but with him- she couldn’t even remember falling asleep as soundly on her own.

Harry grunted in his sleep and shifted a bit against her, pulling her body even closer to his if that was even possible and it dawned on her exactly what had woken her up. He was pressing his very evident morning wood into her thigh and even rutting a bit against it in his sleep.

She listened intently to make sure he wasn’t actually awake and trying to get her attention somehow- no, Harry was asleep, she was certain.

Since going back to sleep was near impossible with that… melee weapon poking at her, Y/N smiled to herself, deciding to take matters into her own hands. Literally.

She tried turning in his arms but he just tightened his hold on her; but slowly, carefully she managed to face him, lying on her side, his arm over her waist still in place. She took in the sight of him in his sleep, as much as she could make out in the semi-darkness. Her eyes were getting accustomed to the dark and the more she looked at him, the more she could make out of his features. That scowl he always seemed to sport was everpresent, even in his sleep- or was it just that he was dreaming something in particular? She could feel his fingers on her hipbone twitching from time to time, and then there was that low grunt again, that had him bury the side of his face into his pillow, in lieu of the crook of her neck.

Y/N couldn’t believe he was right there with her, and that she was watching him in his sleep. He was mouthwateringly gorgeous. The blanket was hanging low on his waist and with the distance she’d put between them whilst turning around, she knew his aching cock was right there, within arm’s reach.

She deliberated it, wondering if he’d be opposed to it. He hadn’t let her touch him after their date, but then he told her through texts that he’d let her thank him all she wanted when they next saw each other- and if that wasn’t consent she didn’t know what was. She had it in writing and everything.

She bit her lower lip, hoping her intuition wasn’t leading her astray, and reached out to touch him under the cover. When her hand came into contact with the warm, velvety smoothness of his cock she felt her mouth fall agape. Somehow, the fact that she couldn’t really see what she was doing was heightening her tactile sense, and when she wrapped her hand around him and squeezed the slightest bit she realized he must’ve been full mast, he was hard as steel. Her small hand was barely encompassing his girth and that made her wet her lips, which prompted her to remove her hand briefly and lick it thoroughly before she wrapped it around him again.

The moment she started dragging her fist up and down his shaft, ever so slightly, he shuddered- but didn’t wake up. She couldn’t believe how much she had to cover, it was a long slide up and down, dragging his foreskin along with her movements. His bulbous head was already exposed, fully erect as he was, and she dragged her palm over it- taking note of its significant size, barely fitting into her fist. She couldn’t suppress a whimper, squeezing her thighs together and being hyperaware of her tampon and how something much, much larger could take its place soon.

The sun was just starting to peek over the horizon casting a few subdued, golden rays into her room, one of them landing partly on Harry’s handsome face. She took note of his flared nostrils, his brows were even more furrowed than before and his breathing was labored. His pelvis started thrusting into her fist by instinct, much in the way he’d poked at her thigh in his sleep- and then she lowered her eyes in between them and could now discern what was happening under the blanket as well.

She wet her lips again, swallowing the lump in her throat at the sight. She could see precome glistening over his slit and she thumbed at it, squeezing her own thighs together.

A louder, different kind of groan made her remove her eyes from his cock, and when she looked at his face again she was met with his piercing eyes- so much brighter in the golden rays. Their intensity nearly startled her, but she didn’t have time to take it in properly- Harry pulled her closer to him and delved tongue-first into a soaring kiss that left her breathless. He devoured her mouth, his breathing labored against her cheek, and when she felt his much larger hand over hers, dragging it up and down his cock she remembered to keep going, having forgotten to move upon waking him up.

He removed his hand once she picked up the pace, but still made sure to keep the strokes languid and drawn out, and Harry grabbed her ass instead, kneading the flesh through her panties as though he was trying to get his fingers to poke through the material and reach her skin.

Harry was sloppily kissing her and fucking himself into her hand. It felt good to have him so needy for her. And when he whispered her name against her lips and squeezed her hip as he bucked forward, she felt him tremble.

Harry was already on edge. He’d been dreaming the sweetest and nastiest dream just before he’d been woken up. Of course, with her scent permeating him like it was she snuck into his mind even in sleep. And he was throbbing before she’d even touched him. He was at the point of no return with achy balls and a leaky tip. It had been such a good dream… his knot had just taken and she was there, under him, fucked out and red in the face as he pushed himself into her, bringing her to another orgasm but this time she was coming on his knot and that’s when he woke up to her stroking him slowly. He wished the dream had been real. He wasn’t disappointed that she was actually here with his cock in her hand, of course not, but he was disappointed by the fact that it had only been a dream where it was implied that she knew about him since he was fucking her with his knot. And that really would have been ideal; for her to know his secret and be okay with it, allowing him to really be himself with her.

His fingers slid to the outline of the fabric of her panties and she could tell where he was trying to get with this- he wanted to touch too- and she wanted him to quite desperately so. But she was on her period, and while technically he could at least thumb at her clit a bit, she didn’t feel comfortable letting him do that- at least not yet. She’d not let anyone touch her intimately while menstruating before but with Harry, she could see herself overcoming this inhibition.

She pulled her face away and he followed immediately, but she nudged her nose to his to get his attention without having to get her hand off him, the other trapped awkwardly between them, “Can’t. On my period, remember?”

Harry growled deep in his chest, his voice coming out much deeper than it usually sounded, “I couldn’t give less of a fuck about a little blood, Y/N. Trust me. Wanna touch you- fuck that feels so good,” he whined towards the end, squeezing his eyes shut.

“Maybe not right now… I want this to be about you,” she whispered back and Harry opened up his eyes to look at her again. She looked dazed out and floaty, and maybe it was because it was extremely early and they still had to get some more sleep, but he liked to think she was fucked out of her mind with how much this was turning her on. “Told me I could thank you all I wanted- remember?” She bit her lower lip at that and Harry threw his head back again, closing his eyes. He was sure her seeing them right now wouldn’t be a good idea, he could barely hold it together. The way she was touching him, so bloody perfect, the way she looked at him, the smell of her arousal, her breathy voice, the things she said to him- he wasn’t going to last.

She thumbed at his slit again, noting how much precome he was oozing, and moaned at the feel. He grit his teeth and willed his eyes open, looking at her and then between them at what she was doing, “I remember… Fuck, Y/N. Just like that, kitten.”

She smiled at the pet name, she just couldn’t not every time he used it, and reached to kiss him again. His hand squeezed her bum in response and then traveled a bit further up, snaking his hand under his shirt to where he knew more of her smooth skin would be found. He opened his eyes to look at her, never breaking the kiss and when she felt his hand hesitate, she opened hers too and nodded her approval against his mouth. She fluttered them close again when she felt his big, warm palm grope her breast.

She could tell he needed more, and so did she, so she used her other hand to unbutton the shirt enough for him to push it over her shoulder and pull her breast out and then immediately latch his lips around her nipple.

They moaned in unison and she increased her grip on him, picking up the speed a bit too. He alternated between sucking and nipping slightly at her bud and then licking sloppily all around it and up toward her clavicle, bringing his hand back where his mouth had been while he mouthed at her jawline. He was losing his composure, she could tell.

“Gonna make a mess of your precious little souvenir,” she could hear the amusement in his low, husky voice.

She loved the idea of that for some reason- but then it dawned on her that she couldn’t let him do that, for practical reasons. If she were to get his other shirt in exchange for this one like she planned, he couldn’t exactly leave her apartment with it stained, “Wait– no. I want you to finish on me. Please?”

It wasn’t just to save the shirt. She really did feel the urge to feel his hot, sticky come on her skin- to feel him closer still. She unbuttoned the shirt the rest of the way and then laid on her back, with him following closely, hovering over her.

Harry nearly lost it when he heard her request. She needed to be marked, poor little thing- and who was he to deny her primal instinct? She kept pumping him while he cast his attention to her neglected breast but he couldn’t prolong it any longer- giving the underside of her plump flesh another shallow bite before pulling back and grabbing himself from her hold. He watched her as she brought her thumb she’d just swiped over his slit to her mouth and sucked on it greedily, moaning and rolling her eyes back and that was enough for Harry to come undone, unleashing rope after rope on her belly, in between her breasts and up to her neck.

She watched him transfixed, she’d never seen a man climax like that before. Harry was vocal, and he didn’t hold back. His animalistic grunts and pants made her moan even though he wasn’t even touching her as he was orgasming.

She watched him close his eyes and pump himself to the last drop and when he opened them back again she made sure he saw the way she scooped some from her torso and brought it to her mouth. She couldn’t wait to taste him properly next. He also tasted different- much better than the guys she’d dated before him. She figured that must’ve been due to his healthy diet.

The sight made him smirk. If only she knew this wasn’t the first time she’d had a taste of him, he thought to himself. Roaming his eyes over her, he squeezed himself in reprimand- he could tell his erection would not go down even after all that, and he knew he couldn’t do much else after this. But she extricated herself from beneath him and told him she’d be quick, heading towards the bathroom, before he could contemplate what other options he had.

There were none. He simply had to wait it out, and he didn’t know how he would do that now that she’d touched him like that. When she came back, he kissed her some more until he started feeling her go lax in his arms again. And although Harry was used to starting his day early, he needed more time with her, in bed, his nose buried in her neck. It was his new favorite place on earth.

Harry flinched awake, and stood up on the bed hastily, taking his surroundings in. Where was she? His instincts were on high alert, because not only was she missing from between his arms- but how did she manage to leave the bedroom without him acknowledging it?

A faraway sound made him hurry to the window and look outside to where it came from- it was her, and she was giggling. Which immediately calmed him down knowing she wasn’t in harm’s way. He still couldn’t believe she’d left their bed without him waking up, even if briefly, to take note of her doing so.

Looking at the sight before him as he contemplated, he couldn’t help but smile when he saw what she was doing.

He had never slept so deeply before. Harry was by nature a predator and many times he slept with one eye open, so to speak. Any movement or new presence would have him up and ready to pounce normally. But this? She had gotten out of bed, gotten dressed, closed her bedroom door behind her, and took Edward outside all without Harry’s being aware. And that scared him. What if someone had come in to harm her or his nephew and he’d slept through it?

He couldn’t be sure but perhaps it was just that her presence was so soothing and calming to him. He’d heard about the way mates could nest in their dens for days on end and sleep deeply and soundly. He’d never experienced it, though. And he wasn’t sure that this was that. Perhaps it was the orgasm she gave him. Harry smiled at the memory with her small hand on him, her lips brushing against him, and then how dirty she was, asking him to release on her and the sight of her below him with his warm come on her tummy, over her tits, and up to her neck.

Opening up the window, he leaned his torso over the windowsill, watching her.

“Come on, Eddie! Be a good boy. Go on, go potty!”

Harry chuckled to himself at the scene before him and then cleared his throat a bit to get rid of his morning gruff before raising his voice so she could hear him from afar, “Let him off leash.”

Y/N looked up to see Harry, half his body hanging out the window, tattoos on display for all the neighbors to ogle… she smiled and took note of his messy curls and pink mouth. What a spectacular sight he was even from her spot on the ground. She shielded her view from the bright sun. It was almost noon. They’d slept in, alright, “Huh?”

Harry smiled in return. He couldn’t help it. Her smile was brighter than the sun itself, “Set him free, he needs to roam around a bit.”

“Oh, but… Are you sure?” She fidgeted with the leash in her hands, hesitating, “What if he runs off? What if he follows a cat or pigeons into the street… “

Harry chuckled again, “He’ll be fine. Go on.”

“Alright…” Y/N said more to herself and bent to remove the lead from around Eddie’s neck. She had one in her backpack from work and figured she’d use it when upon waking up to use the bathroom she found him wide awake waiting by her bedroom door. She realized it must’ve been way past the time Harry would normally take him outside in the morning, and put on some clothes in a hurry, mindful not to wake Harry who, in her absence, cuddled her pillow to his chest and buried his nose in it, and after using the bathroom herself as originally intended, took the pup out.

She carried him outside in her arms to speed things up to the building’s backyard that served as a designated playground with a few swings, the classic sandbox, which was very clearly marked as to be used just by children, and then the limited green space was sadly to be shared between kids and pets since there was no special area for people to walk their dogs in. Once there, she set him down and placed the lead around his neck, and waited for him to go about his business.

Only he wasn’t budging. He followed her to and fro but didn’t take initiative in roaming around, and even though the lead was long enough for him to do it. So she walked him around, but that’s all he did- walk.

She couldn’t figure out what was wrong- had he peed in her apartment? She’d have smelled it surely… And she’d taken him out once before, that first night when she brought him back at the station.

And now Harry was telling her to set him free, and she realized that must’ve been it. That first night she didn’t bother tethering him to her in any way and he’d gone about his business. But back at the station, she had no concern for traffic and other possible dangers he could run into… not to mention, she didn’t have his owner sleeping in her bed ready to throw a fit if she somehow lost his pet.

Now that she had his explicit consent though, she let him off leash and the pup immediately started roaming around. She turned to smile at the man again who was already smiling back when she looked his way.

Damn, he was gorgeous.

And looking around, she realized she wasn’t the only one who was taking note of that. The few moms or babysitters there with their kids were paying more attention to Harry standing topless at her windowsill than to their own kids, one of them even forgot to push the swing until her child started complaining.

Y/N knew she shouldn’t, but she felt a pang of jealousy at the realization that other women would (and should) be interested in him. She had no right to feel possessive, but remembering just how she’d woken him up at the crack of sunrise, she did. They didn’t know him like she did, they hadn’t just had him naked in their bed…

But even so, all that meant nothing, if she was being honest with herself. What they had wasn’t something they had defined or even discussed, she didn’t know where this was headed or if Harry had any serious intentions or was just looking to have a bit of fun with her.

Although the way he’d taken care of her the previous night, made her that delicious dinner while she laid on the couch and brought Eddie to purr on her tummy then snuggled with her in bed and opened up about some personal things… all that had to mean something, right?

When she glanced back to her window, he was gone. And she realized she hadn’t really paid attention to Eddie to make sure he went about his business, even if she did watch him to make sure he wasn’t running off. She laughed at herself at the irony.

“Something funny?”

She jumped a bit, not having expected to hear his voice so close, “Uhm, no, just something silly. What are you doing? I was gonna come back up and make us some… well, brunch.”

Harry’s eyes softened at her saying that. She was really something else, “There’s some leftover mac and cheese from last night, easy to heat up, I plated it for you, you just have to pop it into the microwave for half a minute. I gotta run, though.”

Y/N's face went from pleasantly surprised to disappointed, “Oh… already? Thank you, you didn’t have to do that…”

“Nice shirt,” he smirked, looking at his other shirt that she was wearing, forcing him to put on the one she’d slept in since he’d lent it to her at the lake. She smirked too at the way she’d managed to see her plan through successfully. She’d worn that one so much that his scent had worn off. “Edward!” Harry shouted to catch his nephew’s attention who began his trek back to them and then casted his attention back on his little human. It felt weird to leave after… all that.

“I’m not sure if he went… I couldn’t, uhm, really tell,” she lied.

“That’s alright. We’ll figure it out.”

“Uhm,... do you like, always walk him off leash? Or just in areas that are pretty confined, such as this one? Or do you maybe have a yard?...” she trailed off and took in his surprised expression, “Sorry, just curious. Don’t really know anyone comfortable with letting their pets off leash, especially such small ones. Sorry if I made a mistake and took him outside, maybe you just have him use pee pads…”

That was another lie. Y/N knew well enough Eddie wasn’t trained to use pee pads since she hadn’t seen any at the cabin when she’d gone snooping. But she felt like prodding a bit, finding out what little else she could about him. She had no idea where he lived, or what he did for a living. She was surprised they’d gotten to more vulnerable topics before the basics, really.

Harry chuckled nervously, running his fingers through his long hair, “He listens to me, I don’t worry about him running off.” Harry knew what she was trying to do, though. He could read right through her. He also didn’t miss her disappointed look when he told her he had to leave. Truth was, he would’ve gladly spent the rest of the day with her but he had business to attend with his pack, “Maybe you can come over later…”

Y/N eyes widened at that. She hadn’t expected that at all, for some reason.

And neither did Harry. The words had just blurted out of his mouth with a mind of their own. He tried to not let panic take over, knowing full well that she couldn’t just come over. He couldn’t bring her among the pack. That would be like luring her into the lions’ den. Only worse.

Furthermore, he dug his own grave even deeper, “Tell you what. I’ll leave Edward with you so he can keep you company, help you with your cramps some more maybe… and I’ll pick you both up later this evening. Sound good?”

They’d already decided he’d take her to work the following morning since she’d left her car there when he picked her up so it was planned that they’d spend the afternoon together. But Harry thought perhaps he could coax more sweet smiles and trust from Y/N if he showed her his “place”. Maybe he’d even get lucky and she’d let him eat her out finally. He wanted to just go to town on her so bad. Wanted her to come on his face and feel her shaking in his arms again. God, what he wouldn’t do.

Y/N blinked at him. Note to self, wake him up like that more often. The man was in an excellent mood, “Sounds good, yeah.” She smiled at him, and then he made to turn around and walk off but he instead nudged her chin up and gave her a soft peck, taking her aback even more before finally pulling back and heading toward where he’d parked his car out front.

She looked down at the pup that was looking at her expectantly. Somehow he’d known not to follow his owner. Sometimes it amazed her how tight of a bond these two seemed to have and how well Eddie understood Harry without him even having to say much. She picked him up in her arms and on her way back to the building she smiled curtly at the mother that had forgotten to push her kid’s swing previously, as to say yeah, he’s taken.

Once in his car, Harry wasted no time in making the phone call he needed to make, “You home? Alright. Stay put, I’m coming over.”

First, he drove back to his place in the preserve, although he would’ve rathered shapeshifting to get there quicker. But he needed the car for putting his plan into motion. He had some serious packing to do.

After a quick meeting with one of the pack elders, he returned to his house and loaded his G-wagon with his clothes stuffed into two suitcases, as well as a few items that he felt would add a nice touch to make the place he’d be moving into temporarily feel a little more like somewhere Harry would live. His little human was no idiot. He needed to do his best to keep her concerns at bay.

“Alpha. I’ve been wondering about you. Haven’t seen you around,” a familiar voice sounded from behind him. She was the alpha that everyone assumed he’d be matched with. The one that he should have settled for and mated with. Turning around to see his pretty “match” he forced a smile as he closed his door.

“Yeah. Just busy with a few things. On my way out again now in fact.”

“I see that. Packing up for a long trip?”

He didn’t like her questioning him. He didn’t like that she was prying. He didn’t allow this within his pack and he certainly didn’t want to answer to her. Whatever her name was. He couldn’t remember.

“Not really your concern is it?” He stood tall with narrowed eyes and watched the way she bent her neck, exposing herself to him in apology for her defiance.

“You’re right, alpha. It’s not my business,” she spoke as she stared him in his eyes. She might have been yielding to him with her posture but her direct eye contact was telling. Harry watched her nostrils flare as she inhaled his scent. She was sure to smell the girl on him. He was drenched in her scent as he hadn’t taken a shower yet that morning.

“Good day to you.” He spoke as he got back into his vehicle.

“What’s up, mate? Oh?” Niall’s eyebrows shot up at the sight of Harry’s suitcase he was carrying, “Going somewhere? Need a lift to the airport?–”

“No, but you are.” Harry made his way inside his friend’s apartment and placed his voluminous luggage down. “Pack a bag. You need to let me borrow your apartment for a while.”

Niall was still standing in the entryway, holding the door open, “I’m not following.”

“I need to crash here for a bit.”

Niall closed the door swiftly when Harry went into his bedroom and could hear him rummaging through his stuff. When he came into the room, he watched his friend open up one of his own suitcases and put random clothes out of his closet into it, “Woah, woah, woah! Hey, that’s dry cleaned, you’re getting it all wrinkly–”

“Then pack your own shit.” Harry began pulling pictures of Niall and his family off the walls.

“Dude! What is happening? You can’t just-”

Harry turned to look at Niall, towering over him, “Say that again. I can’t just what?”

Niall swallowed as Harry’s eyes glowed for a flash and a low growl vibrated from his chest. He knew he shouldn’t stand up to the alpha, but he and Harry were friends so Niall could get away with smarting off from time to time. Although, clearly Harry wasn’t going to back down on this one.

“Sorry. I just… where am I gonna go?”

“I got you a suite at the Peregrine.”

Niall paused, “Room service included?”

Harry scoffed, rolling his eyes, “Yes.”

“And I can raid the minibar all I want?”

“...Yes.”

“Sweet.”

“Come on. I need you out so I can do some deep cleaning…”

Niall scoffed in mock offense, “Deep cleaning? I beg your pardon, sir, but you could eat off these floors!”

Harry ran his finger along a shelf and brought it under his friend’s nose, “Is that so?” He then blew the dust he’d collected on it in his face and Niall rolled his eyes.

After waiting for Niall to pack some essentials, he felt like he needed to give him at least some semblance of an explanation as to why he was essentially kicking him out of his own place, “It’s uh… just for a little while. Until I can find my own place to buy in town.”

“Oh?”

Harry nodded, refusing to give him any more info.

“This wouldn’t happen to have anything to do with Y/N, would it?”

Harry looked at his friend and let silence be an answer. He knew his friend was onto him and there was no use trying to deny it.

“Listen. I can’t help but notice you’re heading down a path I happen to be very familiar with. I might have left for different reasons… but it felt right. And it still does. I know I made the right decision, and I’m ever grateful to you for helping me opt out and putting your trust in me like that. I know it wasn’t easy, and that you faced great adversity in doing so. And maybe that played a small role in why you’re feeling this way right now too… All I’m saying is,” Niall sighed, getting to the point, “I just want you to be happy, mate. If that means getting a place in the city, then so be it. If that means being with a human, then so be it… And if that means giving up a role that wasn’t even meant for you to begin with” he raised an eyebrow for emphasis, “then so be it. You have your own life to live, just like everyone else. And you can’t sacrifice yours for the ones that have been taken away unjustly, because that would be just as unfair.”

Harry listened to his friend, taking his words in. He nodded, lowering his gaze. He was more in tune with his inner turmoil than he’d known.

Niall zipped up and then grabbed his suitcase off the bed, squeezing Harry’s shoulder, “I’m glad you reached out. I’m always here for you, and not just because I’m indebted to you.”

Harry walked him to the door and held his hand out to him, “Keys,” to which Niall reluctantly complied.

On his way out he heard his friend shout loud enough for his own neighbors to hear, “Try and be a clean freak about bodily fluids too, yeah? Or better yet, just take the sheets with you when you’re done with the place.”

As Harry drove to Y/N’s apartment, he felt his palms sweat against the steering wheel. The realization of that happening freaked him out more than anything. He was actually nervous about this, a feeling quite unfamiliar to him. Very little in his life had ever made him feel that way. He remembered his father making him nervous, his older brother even. His mother and uncle not so much, but still came as close seconds. He’d felt a bit nervous taking on his new responsibilities as alpha, but that was a bit different. It was more like fear of letting down his brother and his father before him, their legacy.

But he was actually nervous about this whole thing with Niall’s apartment. He’d tried his best to make the space seem his but the truth was- it just wasn’t. Not to mention it had Niall’s scent all over it- but in Y/N’s case that wouldn’t be an issue. Would it? She’d been very into scenting him, to his delight.

He was feeling the adrenaline with how easy everything worked out for him after going through Nialls’s place once again to put away anything that felt like Harry wouldn’t own and then placing his own items around and filling the closet with his clothes. Despite his nerves, he felt like he could pull this off. He was used to pulling things off.

When he knocked on her door she opened with a bright smile. Since when did she start smiling so often? She was so open about her emotions it was disarming him. Y/N had wet hair and dewy skin after her shower. Harry moved his eyes down her body. She looked like his perfect match. The one he’d do anything for. And seeing the alpha female whose name he couldn’t even remember again today only solidified that notion for him. He didn’t want the alpha female. He wanted Y/N. He needed it to be Y/N.

He smiled back and stopped in his tracks when she went on her tippy toes to kiss his dimple. Y/N had always wanted to do that ever since she’d seen the adorable indents on his pretty face.

He couldn’t help himself when he pulled her into his arms and pressed his lips onto her jaw. He was about to blurt out how he’d missed her but that was taking it too far. He’d only been gone since noon. She’d freak out and he didn’t know if she was ready for the kind of commitment he wanted. He was already looking at her like his mate. Like his life-long partner, so some of his thoughts were starting to spill out a little and he had to keep them in a bit longer. He could feel her heart increase in cadence under his hold. Even if she might not be ready for this level of devotion, she was certainly responding to him in ways that told him she wasn’t going anywhere.

She pulled back before things escalated further and beckoned him to the kitchen. “I made dinner, figured we could eat something before we went to yours.”

Harry had smelled something mouth-watering going upstairs to her apartment, but he figured it must’ve been her next-door neighbor. He really hadn’t expected her to do this.

“Oh?”

“Just as a thanks for you cooking last night.”

Harry increased his pace to catch up with her and turned her to face him before they could enter the open space kitchen, “Is this a thing you have?”

“What do you mean?” Her heart sank. Was he upset? Did he have other plans, was she pissing him off with all these domestic things?

“You… thanking me, repaying me, returning the gesture. First the handjob this morning and now this… is this just you doing it because you feel indebted to me somehow?”

Y/N stammered for a bit, “I– No. Not at all. It’s because I want to. I really want to. Sorry if it made you feel like I was doing it out of some sort of obligation…”

“Why are you apologizing?” he searched her eyes, “I was just making sure. I only want you doing what you genuinely want to.”

“I want to,” she smiled, breaking the tension, “I might not be as good at it, though.”

Harry raised an eyebrow at that, “Oh, I beg to differ.”

Y/N couldn’t help the blush spreading on her cheeks. He always made her feel so hot and exposed with the way he looked at her, not to mention the subtle and not-so-subtle things he’d tell her, “I meant I’m a lousy cook– but, good to know.” She winked at him and turned to enter the kitchen and Harry’s other brow joined up in a surprised expression. She was full of surprises today.

“It’s just pizza. I’m kind of hoping you’re hungry and won’t be able to tell the difference either way,” she laughed and Harry couldn’t suppress another smile. He’d never had anyone cook for him. He’d done that for her because he knew humans liked to be wined and dined and that’s one way of showing affection towards them, but he never thought he’d be at the receiving end of it, “I even gave Eddie some chorizos I chopped up for the pizza. I’m not sure if you usually feed him dog food and last night was an exception, but he seemed hungry and I didn’t want to call just to ask that. You did mention you were busy…”

Harry didn’t know how to handle the intensity of all he was feeling. She was being so considerate. He looked over to his nephew who seemed to be very content and properly pampered, and then to the pizza sitting on the middle of the small round table she had in her just as small kitchen- and the two plates she’d set out for them, and he felt his heart ache. In the best way.

He wanted to kiss her and dote on her and at the very least, have her sit in his lap while they ate- but he knew he wouldn’t be able to keep his hands to himself if he did and he wanted to show his appreciation. So he sat down when she gestured for him to do so and watched her slice the pizza and serve him a hefty one.

The truth was, Harry was hungry, he’d not had time to eat anything the whole day with how he’d rushed to get everything done. So after she sat down after placing a slice on her own plate, he dug in and asked for another before Y/N could even finish chewing her second bite.

It wasn’t bad- Y/N didn’t think so, but it wasn’t so good that she’d have ever imagined Harry inhaling it the way he did, “Oh, my. That’s quite the appetite.”

Harry knew she probably wasn’t used to people eating as fast and even as much as he did, but he also knew she ate very little herself so he wasn’t feeling too guilty when a little while later, Y/N was struggling to finish her second slice and he was finishing off the rest of the pizza.

She really couldn’t eat another bite, and seeing how he seemed to like it so much, she leaned across the table and fed him the last bit she had left. Harry happily accepted, making sure to grab her hand by the wrist and kiss every one of her fingertips, “Thank you. I was quite hungry indeed.”

She chuckled, trying to come back to her senses after his loving gesture, “Yeah. I could tell. I’m glad. Shall we go? I’m excited to see your place, not gonna lie,” she beamed.

Harry was happy to see her so excited about this. Setting aside his own apprehension about it, the fact that she wanted to go into his den spoke volumes about how open she was to taking things further with him. She wanted to be in his presence just as much as he craved hers, and the thought of having her all to himself behind closed doors on what was essentially now his territory made him quite excited as well. More than excited by the way he was swelling up in his pants already in anticipation.

He knew of course that she still hadn’t finished her period, but by the scent he could pick up on her he could tell it wasn’t nearly as heavy a flow as the previous day. Which probably meant she was nearing the end of it and maybe also that she’d soon finally let him stick his nose against her clit and his tongue in her pussy.

Yes, he was quite ready for dessert.

Stepping into his apartment, Y/N was surprised. She didn’t know what she was expecting, but for some reason, it wasn’t this. The space was very nicely decorated, but it was such a far cry from his cabin that it was taking her a moment to recognize that Harry was, in fact, also a far cry from the mysterious man in the woods she’d met initially.

Of course, there had been signs- his designer clothes, his cars, but this apartment was really something else.

But it was nice. It was much nicer than Y/N’s and it was bigger. It had large windows, a nice kitchen (with a dishwasher!), and even a small terrace overlooking the forest. The view was incredible.

She walked around and looked at the walls where there were bare nails sticking out, a spot where a frame had been taken down. She noted the tchotchkes that were scattered in a large built-in bookshelf in the wall that led into the dining area. He had ceramic figurines of sports players, a family of peanut people with top hats and canes, and even various kinds of wolves. There were also medical books and books on naturopathy, which could explain Harry’s understanding of what to forage to help her with her wounds when she’d been injured.

Harry noticed her scrutiny right away. Of course, she’d know this place wasn’t him. She already had a good sense about him and this place didn’t quite fit. So, he decided to distract her, “I’m, uh, actually planning on moving. I’m thinking of buying a house in the city. I’ve known this for quite a while now so that’s why it’s not fully decorated- I figured it wasn’t worth the time and money if I was gonna move out soon, anyway.”

This was his idea of not fully decorated? Her own place must’ve seemed like a sad joke to him, “I think it’s lovely. Looks really homey. Not your typical bachelor pad.”

Not to say that it looked as though a woman lived in it, either. But it was much different to some of her exes’ places if anything.

“Thank you.”

Harry showed her around and was wary of Edward following around too much when this was supposed to be his home. He shot him a look, urging him to go sit on the sofa in the living room and his nephew complied, he was getting sleepy as it was.

Y/N turned to find Harry standing very close. She looked up at him as he took her overnight bag from her hand, bringing it to the bedroom. Y/N followed. Still taken aback by the whole place. It just hadn’t been what she envisioned, though, she seemed to have gotten him pegged wrong from the start.

“Oh! A picture of Niall…” Y/N said as she picked up the frame off the dresser.

Harry turned and realized he had forgotten to put that away. He shook his head, “Yeah, he gave that to me as a gift. Thought it was funny so I just kept it up,” another lie.

At least it was a picture of someone Harry knew. That did seem like something normal, somewhat.

Harry led her out to the balcony with a loveseat and small table. He turned on the little twinkle lights.

“This view is amazing. I bet you love just sitting here and looking into the woods from this perspective. It’s so high up. I’ve never seen it like this before,” Y/N stood and leaned over the railing taking in the sight. Even with the sun having gone down, the moon shone over the forest and lit up the trees and dark woods from above.

Harry sat down and watched the girl take it in. He really did like the view, though he didn’t get to see it as often as she thought, being that this was Niall’s balcony. He much rathered the view with her in the middle of it, though. Especially with her plump ass front and center.

Y/N eventually joined him on the loveseat and they quietly enjoyed the night sky and the viewpoint of the preserve from their spot. Well, Y/N enjoyed it. Harry tried not to stare but he couldn’t help himself. He loved her profile and how she seemed so entranced by the forest. He’d always admired her love for nature and her innate connection to it, but he also felt quite aroused as well. Just having her here in “his place” where he knew they’d be sleeping next to one another again had him struggling to keep his erection down.

Now, Harry was usually pretty horny naturally. As a single, male alpha… he had a very high sex drive and so that was normal. But what wasn’t normal was how intense it had been lately. His assumption was that it was because of Y/N. Just her presence, the heat from her body, her scent…

Silence surrounded them. It was comfortable and satisfying sitting next to one another overlooking the forest together.

Taking the spectacular panoramic view of the preserve in, her mind wandered off to what was happening deep within it, and what Karl had told her before Harry picked her up at the station. She remembered the sense of urgency she had upon hearing about all that, and how she wanted to reach out immediately and make sure Harry was alright. His cabin was right smack in the center of all that wolf hyperactivity. But it was just a matter of luck and good timing, otherwise, she was sure he wouldn’t be standing next to her right now, unscathed, and none the wiser, since nobody knew about him and his cabin. Because she’d kept it a secret instead of doing the right thing.

Harry could sense her change in demeanor, “What’s on your mind?”

Y/N cleared her throat, avoiding eye contact, “I heard that there was something going on in the forest. Wolf hyperactivity. Attacks. Maybe a couple of different packs of wolves feuding. Supposedly there was a lot of blood, but no bodies recovered.”

Harry perked a brow and frowned, “Oh? Who told you this?”

“My co-worker Karl. They found traces of whatever was left of the attack. He said it was good, perhaps, that I couldn’t patrol during the time I was on office duty. That it seemed to be a bit dangerous right now…”

He nodded and responded with a grunt.

“Have you been to the cabin lately?” Y/N turned her body to look at Harry in question.

“It’s been a bit. Haven’t been around during any wolf activity as far as I know. If that’s what you’re asking.”

She nodded, “Yeah, I’m… I’m just worried. Maybe it’s best for you to stay away from the cabin for the time being? Just to be on the safe side.”

Harry stared at the girl in amusement, “Are you worried that I’ll be attacked by wolves?” He wasn’t in the least worried about the lesser, unevolved species. When he was in his shifted form, he was as large as a Kodiak bear, with impenetrable skin, and unmatched speed. A pack of wolves was no challenge for him.

“I am. Your cabin is so deep into the woods, and off the trail. That’s wolf territory. That’s where they are most active. You remember what happened to me and I got lucky that they were scared off by you. But I’m sure of it, those wolves that approached me were involved in this because it’s not a common thing... And those wolves roam close to your cabin, Harry.”

His features softened from amusement to gratitude. This girl cared for him. She wanted him to keep safe. She was sharing with him knowledge about possible danger in order to keep him unharmed. It was the first time Harry had really felt such concern and care from anyone.

Being an alpha, he never had much to worry about. He could shift and take out nearly any obstacle with ease. He was amongst the largest of the wild beasts in his shifted form, and far stronger than any of them. He never needed anyone to care and worry for him. And nobody had. Everyone knew that he could fend for himself and no harm could come his way. It was implied that he was the one to be feared, not the other way around.

But having this sweet and fragile human with her smooth skin and big round eyes having any concern for his wellbeing, well… Harry was stunned. His heart fluttered in gratitude of the feeling of being cared for. A feeling so novel to him. Someone actually thought of him and worried about him. Y/N thought of him and worried about him. Wanted him safe. Wanted him whole.

“I’ll hold off going to the cabin until you let me know it’s safe. Thank you for telling me,” Harry was feeling soft warmth emanating from his core. A fuzzy and comfortable feeling he’d never experienced. This girl was doing things to him that he’d never had the honor of experiencing. He’d only ever heard of them from others lucky enough. He felt like he could purr.

“Good. I just… I would worry about you so much if you went to your cabin right now. When Karl told me about the attacks I wanted to call you right away to make sure you were safe…” she trailed off.

Harry reached over and took her hand into his. He needed to be in contact with her. He was overwhelmed with delicate emotions he rarely got to experience.

“My predecessor… the ranger I replaced… he was killed in one of these attacks. Quite viciously so. Because he didn’t keep his distance, although he knew better… But he was convinced something was amiss since wolves are not naturally like this. So he went poking his nose where he shouldn’t have, and ended up killed to the point he was barely recognizable when they finally found him in an extensive search party… “

Harry raised an eyebrow at what she was telling him. So she knew about that. And even so, she’d gone looking and trekked up to his cabin, not once, but twice. She was quite the brave little thing. If a bit reckless.

“Karl told me something that really stuck with me. He said this is their territory, the wolves’. And he warned me not to be a hero. So I’m saying the same to you. The way you saved me when I was cornered was so brave, but it could’ve ended up so badly for you. I’m so grateful that you did that… but I can’t help but think- what if they hadn’t backed off? What if I had to watch you get torn to pieces? The way you just confronted them– I dunno if that came from an adrenaline rush or what, but please, don’t try that again. If you ever come across wolves just go the other way as quietly as possible. Usually, they mind their own business unless threatened. But I’m beginning to think the ranger before me was right… that’s unusual behavior for wolves to just attack like that… They’re wild animals, though, at the end of the day. And they’re unpredictable… Promise me you’ll stay safe?”

Harry felt his heart swell in his chest at that. He was overwhelmed by the feeling of being cared for in this manner. He never thought something like this could make him feel his way- instead of being offended by her lack of confidence in his ability to fend for himself and protect her, he felt gratitude for her concern for his wellbeing. After all, she didn’t know what he was and that this was of no concern to him- least of all the mutts that tried attacking her that were just regular wolves. She didn’t know his true power. She thought of him as just Harry- the man that selflessly saved her life. And it made him feel small, for maybe the first time ever. That man would’ve been a bigger hero than what he actually was. For the first time, he wished he was just that. A man.

“I promise. Unless it’s to protect you,” he squeezed her hand and watched her smile in relief. He wished he could be the man she thought he was. Instead… he was the very thing her colleague had warned her of. He’d lured her into his lair, and she blindly followed him. Mistaking him for her savior, when in fact… he was the predator.

The moon was a waning crescent, but very bright. So bright that any stars near were not visible. Harry sighed and felt the need to share something with her. A truth. It was a way for him to feel a little better about all the lies he’d been telling her, but also to allow her in a little more.

“The cabin was my father’s. Built before that part of the land was federally protected, he’d inherited it from his father before him. That’s why there’s no bathroom or running water. It was just meant to be a place of solitude. Of quiet. A place no one else would ever find. My father, brother, and I were the only ones that knew about it. We’d hunt and then stay at the cabin. Or we’d just go to be alone. And that’s what it is to me today. A place of rest. To be away from everyone.”

Y/N watched Harry as he spoke. So it was built before that part of the preserve was federally cordoned off. It made some sense. She still had questions but this was something. She thought Harry had built it there as some kind of hideout for his illegal dealings. Perhaps she’d been wrong.

Harry looked at her with a smirk, “It was a place of quiet. That is until you happened upon it,” he tugged at her hand he was still holding and she pulled away, laughing.

“Oh really? So now it’s ruined because someone was just doing her job?” She felt a small bit of guilt at that. She found it because she’d used the chip to locate Eddie’s near-location. Something she had yet to tell Harry.

“I wouldn’t say ruined. But very few people have ever known about this place and now you you know of its location. All because you were stalking me.” Harry grinned and then looked back out to the forest.

“Was not! Oh, come on. If anything you were stalking me. That day at the lake? Yeah…” Y/N leaned back into the seat and set her gaze toward the darkness of the woods with a small smile.

Harry chuckled as he stretched his arms out, one going over the seatback behind her, and shifted himself so he could get closer to the girl sitting next to him. She turned to look at him as he was adjusting his position and moving in closer to her.

“Are you making a move on me, Harry?” She giggled.

“What if I am?”

“Well, you’re kind of being coy. Are you trying to be a gentleman?”

“I’m always a gentleman, aren’t I?

“I wouldn’t say that after this morning.”

“What do you mean?” Harry moved his hand to the back of her neck, softly rubbing at the nape of her hairline.

“I just mean… well… you know,” Y/N laughed.

“No. I don’t. Tell me. What did I do that wasn’t perfectly gentlemanlike?”

Y/N hoped he would just catch her drift. But of course, here he was making her spell it out for him, though she knew he was teasing. He knew exactly what she meant.

Leaning in and speaking low she said, “You finished all over me this morning,” her words came out in a small laugh.

Harry smirked and with his free hand he rubbed the edges of his lips and then brought his hand down to her knee, his other hand still at the back of her neck now gently squeezing, “If I recall correctly, you asked me to. I was just doing as I was told.”

Y/N snorted a laugh but bit her lip at the proximity. God how she wished she wasn’t on her period still (she’d even checked before leaving her apartment, hoping that there was nothing, but the small bit of blood told her she was still at the tail end).

“What’s funny? Was it funny when you wiped my cum and sucked it into your mouth?”

Y/N’s smile faded and she shook her head with her eyes rounded. His quiet, deep voice was sending shockwaves down her spine.

“No? Well was it funny when I nipped at your breast? Did it leave a funny mark?” Harry licked his lips, enjoying the way Y/N began to squirm in her seat just a little.

Y/N shook her head again, “No,” the word peeped out of her mouth.

“Well, then what was it, kitten? Tell me what was funny. Tell me what I did that wasn’t perfectly chivalrous.”

“Harry-” Y/N’s words came out in a breath and Harry swallowed thickly at her plea. God, she was so good for him.

“What? Tell me what it is you want to say.” Harry’s hand on her knee began to move upward slowly, leaving goosebumps in its path up to the hem of her shorts.

She looked down at his hand and then back to him, “Let’s go to bed. It’s late.”

Harry’s brows shot up, not expecting her to move it to the bedroom but he was on board. He stood quickly and pulled Y/N up. Walking back inside from the balcony into the bedroom, Harry drew the girl into his arms and pressed his lips to hers. He moved her to the bed and climbed over her body, his lips attaching to her neck in bruising nips.

Harry pushed himself up and brought his hands down to the hem of her shirt, “Let’s see that funny mark I made, shall we?”

Y/N smiled and nodded as she watched him lift her shirt and then take his time, moving his fingers over her stomach and up to her rib cage, thumbing at the bottom of her bra-covered tits.

But he paused when he realized she was still wearing the necklace with his rings on the chain, lying in between her breasts. Harry lifted the rings up and looked at Y/N. She wanted it to be known that she was his. Maybe she didn’t realize it but this was an act of positing. Even if she was wearing the necklace under her shirt, she was conceding to being his with this gesture and claiming him as hers.

Harry felt his chest pinch again. He had the most perfect mate before him… but she was human. Which meant in order to protect their bond and their relationship, he had to continue lying to her. There was no other way. Disclosing their secret was absolutely forbidden and would’ve gotten her killed off by his kind- try as he might to protect her. This capital rule had no exceptions. Had there been any leeway, people would’ve known of their existence and not just pegged it for a myth, a fable. And even if he were to tell her the truth… she’d never want him. She couldn’t possibly ever love a monster.

“This is so pretty on you, Y/N. Want you to keep them on,” he spoke quietly as he laid the rings back down over her chest.

Y/N bit her lip. She kind of hoped he’d let her wear them for a bit. Though she knew the rings were expensive, clearly he wasn’t missing them as he’d already replaced the rings with different ones in their place.

Harry raised his brows as he began to slip his thumbs under her bra, “Hold on,” she said as she angled herself upward to unhook it. It would be easier for him to see and more comfortable for her to have her bra off completely.

Y/N slid her shirt off and then promptly got rid of the undergarment, to which Harry just sat back and watched as her soft breasts were set free.

He put his hands onto her smooth skin and she laid back as he inspected his work, “Would you look at that? A funny mark. Just the size of my mouth right here,” he ghosted his finger over the bruised spot on the underside of her boob before dipping down to kiss it.

Y/N inhaled deeply and closed her eyes. She hated that she was on her period. No, despised it. Especially in that moment. But she had another idea. Something else she’d been wanting to do.

Harry gave her breasts ample attention, licking and sucking, flicking and thumbing at each. She was shivering under him. The intensity of his desire for her was felt to her core. She couldn’t explain it but she felt it and she wanted him. All of him.

He began to pull at her shorts to slip them down slowly. Y/N watched as he dragged them off her body until all she was left in were her panties.

Harry groaned at the sight and put his hands over her hips and squeezed before pushing her thighs apart. And just as he was about to duck down to put his mouth near the fabric of her panties Y/N sat up abruptly, stopping him, “Harry…” she warned with brows raised.

Harry let out a sigh of disappointment and sat back with a frown. He knew that she was still menstruating, of course, he could still smell it on her, but he hoped he’d successfully coaxed her into letting go of the silly notion that this was deterring him in any way. He’d googled a bit about this after she refused him in the morning, just to make sure it wasn’t that unheard of doing this to your partner while on her period- and apparently as long as she was wearing a tampon everything was perfectly sanitary even for their human standards. Of course, Harry would’ve preferred her not wearing any at all but that would’ve been pushing the envelope for her, even he could recognize that. As it was though, he didn’t see why she was resisting this so much. “Y/N, look at you… fuck. You need it, kitten. I can tell. Please. My mouth is watering…” He kept his hands at her hips over her panties and Y/N felt the smallest whimper fall from her lungs. She hadn’t meant to but she was feeling frustrated as well.

“Next time we see each other. Okay? I promise. But right now… I just… I’m not comfortable with that. But…” She sat up further and gently pulled at his belt loop, “I could give you a little something. Something I’ve been curious about doing.”

Harry closed his eyes and felt his beast grow, as well as his cock. He had wanted to be a gentleman with her, wanted to show her what he could do, be good to her, and make her feel good. But now she was the one initiating and asking for nothing in return. How was he going to be able to control himself?

He brought a hand up to her jaw and looked at her intently, “Something like what?”

“I would really like to have you in my mouth. If you’re okay with that,” her small little smirk at the end was all it took to have Harry’s dick as hard as possible. She was being a little naughty, a little playful. He liked that.

Harry growled and tilted his head back. If he was okay with that. He took a deep breath before looking back at her as she slowly began to undo his button and then the zipper. She looked like she was opening a wrapped gift, anticipation in her eyes, shaky hands.

Harry put his large hand over hers, “You want to suck me off?” His eyes bored into hers. He was controlling his urge to just hold her down and lap at her pussy anyway. He could tell she was turned on, aroused, and he knew he could make her feel good. If she’d just give in… But he’d been warned that that kind of behavior wasn’t acceptable in the human world. If she said no, well, then, he’d have to abide. But it killed him because he could smell it in the air around them and she’d been marked by him with bruises on her neck and her breast. She was even wearing his rings hanging off her precious neck. She was already his. If she were one of his kind she wouldn’t be saying no to him and he’d get to satiate his hunger and fuck her with his tongue.

Y/N moved her eyes to Harry’s and nodded, “Please?”

Harry blinked and he nearly lost it at her tiny, please. How could he deny her if she wanted it so badly? When she begged him like that?

And he could use another release at the hands of his human.

Harry leaned back and helped her pull his pants down. He kept his eyes on her and her tits with the rings dangling off the chain in between as she moved to peel his jeans down his legs.

And he was solid and thick as he could be already. Y/N swallowed and looked up at him as she placed herself in between his legs, staying on her bent knees and putting her hands on his thighs. Harry pulled his t-shirt off and over his head and cupped her cheek in his palm, “Because you asked so nicely. See what you do to me?”

Y/N’s lips parted and she nodded. She kept her eyes on Harry as she grasped onto his thick circumference and leaned over his tip to spit over him before smoothing her saliva down his hard length. She had to spit a few times to cover the expanse of him and Harry was already groaning as she continued to work him with her hand, preparing him and herself for what was about to happen.

And now, with her eyes on his big cock she felt the daunting task before her closing in. He really was very big. She’d slept with a handful of guys and all had been average in size, pretty comparable to one another, perfectly fine. But she also had seen porn and knew how large some men could be. Sometimes it seemed exaggerated how thick and long they were. But then there was Harry. In the flesh, right before her eyes. Far bigger than she’d ever seen. She moaned at how beautiful he was when she leaned down to kiss his tip and Harry keened, sucking in a sharp breath as the rings on the necklace swayed and softly tapped against his balls. She hadn’t even done much but Harry was already being knocked over the edge.

Y/N kept her hand pumping along his shaft as she tongued at his slit and looked up at him. She could tell he was really liking it. She’d barely even gotten started and he was mumbling and panting already. She smiled as she flattened her tongue over the skin on the underside of his cock and licked upward toward his head, flicking and swirling around the top.

Harry had never seen anything so hot in his life. His girl with his cock in her hand and her tongue licking at his tip while her eyes were on him and her tits bare for him to see. His mouth dropped open as she wrapped her lips around him and swirled her tongue over his tip. She’d rendered him silent at that.

Y/N wasn’t sure how she’d fit him in, but she’d give it a go. In fact, she was almost positive, she wouldn’t be able to take him all the way down her throat. He was so thick and long. Just putting her mouth over his head and slipping her lips down past his frenulum was a feat. But she wanted to make him come again. Loved how he felt in her mouth, even if he was thick. Her tongue glossed along his smooth skin and the ridges along his cock had her squeezing her thighs tight.

Moving her mouth down further, she slacked her jaw as much as possible but it was quite difficult to keep her teeth away from him.

Harry carded his fingers into her hair and gathered her strands to the side so he could get a proper look. He’d imagined it so many times and now it was really happening. She had her pretty soft lips wrapped around his cock, and it only made it appear even bigger, which he somehow found very amusing. Watching her struggle to take him had his heart pounding. His little human was giving it her all and it was absolutely the best blow job he’d ever had, hands down. It didn’t matter if she couldn’t take him all the way, that only made it hotter for Harry.

“Don’t worry if your teeth get me a little, oh ffffuckk…” She sucked particularly hard when he started to give her guidance and he groaned at the way his skin was pulled into her mouth.

Y/N pulled her lips off him as Harry kept his fingers in her hair, “I’m trying really hard not to, but you’re just so big, Harry. Is it okay?”

Harry clenched his jaw and nodded, “Fuck, kitten. It’s perfect.”

Y/N grinned at him and licked her lips to get back to it. Opening wide she lowered over him again and led with her tongue as she smoothed it down his cock and deep into her mouth as far as she could take it until her gag reflex began to activate.

He tasted nice and he smelled even better. She’d never sucked someone off and enjoyed the way they tasted and smelled as much as this. Harry’s cock and the hair around his base all smelled very natural and clean to her. Very pleasing.

Y/N moved a hand down as she sucked him and grazed her fingertips over his balls. His balls were also pretty. Just like his cock. They were full and tight against his body.

She felt his fingers tighten in her hair as she got him a touch deeper. Her saliva was dripping out of her mouth and down his shaft and over the hand she had working his base, as she palmed his balls with her other hand.

Harry started to breathe deeply and rhythmically. His body was beginning to flush with heat and his heart was going wild in his chest. She had her eyes closed as she worked to take him down her throat and every time she gagged a little and swallowed around his tip he could feel his precome leak out a bit.

Harry suddenly bucked upward into her mouth as he gasped when she squeezed his balls just a bit. He loved it - he couldn’t control his movements. But it did cause Y/N to gurgle and he felt her teeth slip against his skin, which he also didn’t mind if he were being honest. In fact, he’d never had a blowjob where some teeth weren’t involved. He was too big for it not to happen and he felt like it was a kind of badge of honor.

“Sorry, kitten. You’re doing so well. Couldn’t help it.”

Y/N blinked her watering eyes and lifted off of him with a smile as she caught her breath for a bit. She looked back down at his cock covered with her saliva and kissed the vein on the underside and upward toward his head before putting him back into her mouth, sucking and lapping at him.

“Oh fffuck… good girl.”

Y/N moaned at his praise and looked up at him. His irises were getting lighter, brighter around his enlarged pupils but then he suddenly closed his eyes and pushed her head down the smallest bit. He wanted her deeper so she lowered herself as much as possible, gagging around him, more tears falling from her lash line and onto her cheeks. But she enjoyed this. She liked that he seemed to love it so much.

There was no way she’d be able to take his full length. She kept her hand at work at his base as she used her lips and her tongue and her throat to the best of her ability.

When she felt Harry begin to tremble the slightest she sucked harder and tried to move along his shaft as quickly as her neck allowed. She realized the rings on the necklace were swaying as she increased her speed. She couldn’t wait to drink him down.

Harry’s grip on her hair began to hurt just a little but she wouldn’t stop him. He was clearly enjoying what she was doing. And she was enjoying the sting of it too, if anything, it spurred her on.

Harry was simply gone. He had to keep his eyes closed because he felt himself begin to tip and he knew his irises would give him away. The wet sound of Y/N’s mouth over him and her soft gurgles as she got deeper were so hot. Harry was losing control with her. He knew he was holding her hair quite tight but it was the only thing keeping him sane. The way his cock was being engulfed in the wet heat of her mouth had him imagining what it might feel like to have it stuffed into her pussy. And the smell of her own arousal and her saliva thick on his shaft and dripping down into his pubic hair was so delicious.

“Oooh… perfect, yesss… fuck me!” Harry praised. He was trying to keep himself together and not give in to his typical response to being sucked on. He wanted to press her back down into the mattress and fuck her mouth, cram himself down into her throat as far as he could go, then place his large palm overtop of it to feel himself invade her esophagus and watch as she gagged. But he didn’t think she could handle him like that. And watching her was out of the question because it was too risky with his eyes glowing golden no doubt.

Harry’s slight thrusts into her mouth and his quivering body told her he was close. She squeezed her eyes shut tight as she gave it her all, taking him further than she thought was possible and choking before pulling up a few inches for air. She kept her mouth and her hand working him, hollowing her cheeks as she sucked and then continued trying to get him deeper.

“Holy fuck… I’m gonna come, kitten, right there!” Harry coughed out a loud moan and threw his head back, fucking himself upward into her mouth, unable to stop himself as he felt her suck hard and swallow around his tip. Harry’s hips stuttered as heat poured from his slit, coating her mouth and throat.

Y/N choked him down as his warm come flooded into her. She felt her clit pulse and her pussy clench at the noises he was making. Even though it was rather uncomfortable having his cock so deep in her throat she loved this. She loved that she had done this to him. He was a blubbering mess, shaking and whining as she milked him of every drop.

Moaning around his cock she pulled up, keeping her lips wrapped around him as he continued to pour himself into her. She did her best to swallow all of him, but his load was quite immense. He had come a lot. Kind of like he’d just done that morning, spraying his come all over her body the way he had. He must have been so pent up and needed a release to ejaculate as he had. Or maybe it was a sign of how healthy and virile he was.

When Harry’s hips stilled and his moans quieted, he released her hair from his grip and gently brushed at her temple, the ache in his fingers alerting him he must’ve lost control there for a bit. He’d tried his best to keep himself in check for her sake, but she just knew how to push all his buttons. He was still breathing heavily and his body was practically dissolved into the bed below him.

Y/N brought her mouth off of him and then licked up and down his shaft to get the rest of his come. She had some kind of need to make sure none of it went to waste, which normally she couldn’t be bothered with. But with Harry, it was as if his sperm was sacred.

Harry kept his eyes closed as he allowed his brain and his body to sync back up. He could feel her soft tongue licking him up and he adored the way it felt. Loved that she wanted to lick all of him up and swallow it down. His kitten.

When she was satisfied that she’d cleaned him all up she sat up and put her hands on the insides of his thighs with a proud smile. She scraped her fingers down over his wolf tattoo and along the other side.

Harry opened his eyes and saw the look on her face. She should be proud. She was so pretty too, sitting there in between his legs in just her panties and the necklace along with the small marks on her neck and the one he knew was under her breast that he couldn’t see from his angle. Her face was red and her lips swollen and still wet. She looked like she was all his.

Harry pulled at her hand so she would lay over him and he brought her face to his, pressing his mouth over hers. He put a hand on her bottom and squeezed, feeling her naked breasts and his rings push into his chest.

Y/N smiled into the kiss and felt Harry’s cock still hard under her hip. She just knew he was the kind of guy who could go until she was satisfied. It was a good sign that he didn’t go soft immediately after orgasm. She imagined riding him long after he’d already come and him bringing her to climax over and over again because of how hard he stayed for her.

Y/N’s eyes were hooded and Harry could smell how turned on she was. He knew she was ripe for the taking, but he would wait for her permission first. She promised him next time. He could wait if that’s what she wanted. Harry recognized that his little human was the kind who would go after what she wanted, especially in the heat of the moment. The only thing holding her back was her own boundaries of which he was careful not to overstep. That’s one thing he loved about her, after all. Her stubbornness and the way she defied him at times. He wasn’t used to being told no, but when she did it, for some reason it just made him want her more.

Harry pinched her bottom, just under the fabric of her panties and she giggled, trying to push him away but he tightened the grip of his arm draped over her back.

“Mmm… where do you think you’re going? Can’t escape me,” Harry laughed as he pinched her again causing her to laugh loudly and thrash in his arms.

Y/N pushed herself up a bit more and looked down at her man. Yeah, she felt like he was hers. She dipped back down to kiss him, slower this time, really savoring it, and he responded in kind.

She didn’t want to escape him.

Harry jumped out of bed at the dreadful sound. Never in his life had he been so rudely awakened, and he already had Niall’s funeral proceedings planned as he started inspecting for the source of the sound. Was this some sort of a prank? Was it a fire alarm? Was it neighbors? What was–

Y/N groaned loudly, fumbling for her phone on the nightstand before she realized it wasn’t there- neither the phone nor the nightstand. Standing up abruptly, she remembered where she was and most importantly- remembered she’d left her phone in her backpack at the entrance.

She heard Eddie bark and growl, which was a rare occasion- she’d very seldom heard him emit any sort of sound.

Getting up, she noticed Harry was already awake since he wasn’t in bed but he quickly came into view as she made her way down the hallway. He was stark naked and shushing the pup that was growling at the backpack and probably meaning to shred it to pieces by the looks of him.

“Ugh. Sorry. I’ll turn it off–”

Y/N hurried to fumble for her phone and made sure she didn’t accidentally snooze the alarm. It was quite loud- simply because she was a sound sleeper, and she needed something guaranteed to wake her up for work.

Harry frowned watching her turn it off, “Aren’t you going to answer it?”

“Answer it?”

“The phone call.”

“Oh– oh, it wasn’t, it was just my alarm, silly,” she giggled taking in his confused expression.

“Alarm?”

“Yeah. What, don’t tell me you’re one of those that wakes up naturally in the mornings.”

Harry was growing more and more confused, “...What if I am?”

Y/N scoffed smilingly, “Of course you are. You could’ve turned it off, you know. I don’t mind you going through my stuff- not that it’s ever stopped you before,” she added, tongue in cheek. “Especially since it seemed to have upset Eddie,” she pouted, crouching and taking the pup into her arms, “Did it scare you, buddy? Hm?” She snuggled him to her chest, rubbing her cheek against its fur.

Harry found it endearing that she thought an alarm scared his nephew, but he left it at that. The sight of her doting on him was having a weird effect on him. One he hadn’t ever experienced before. Usually, he would feel a pang of jealousy at her showering Edward with affection- as puerile as it sounded- but this time around, he looked at the scene before him in a totally different light.

And he couldn’t allow thoughts like that. Simply because it was something that could never happen.

“Harry?”

He stopped picking at his lower lip, realizing she’d asked him something “Hm?”

“I asked, will you take Eddie out while I get ready for work? I’d join you but you live further away from the preserve and I forgot to adjust my alarm accordingly- I don’t wanna be late…”

“Of course.”

She placed the pup down and made her way back to the bedroom to get her toiletries out of the overnight bag she’d brought along, “And put some clothes on!”

When Harry dropped her off at work he saw Nick open the station door as she walked away from his car. He rolled his window down and waved, “Oh, hey Mickey!”

He drove off before the guy could say anything back but he knew by the look on his face that pissed him off. Which brought joy to him. He couldn’t stand the asshole.

But the further away Harry drove the more his chest pinched and his gut felt heavy. He felt in almost physical pain. His head began to pound. His instinct was to turn back around and bring Y/N back to Niall’s with him. He didn’t want to be without her. His body began to ache when he was away from her. And the thought of her being anywhere near Nick, or any other male for that matter made his blood boil.

And just before he got back to the apartment it dawned on him what was happening. He was beginning his rut.

He had been displaying the signs for a few days now. He should have known when he was dreaming of her in his sleep. And how hard he’d come from just her hand and then her mouth when she hadn’t even taken him in all the way. But the way he orgasmed it was quite the lewd scene. She couldn’t even drink it all down in one go. And then of course his incessant need to be around her and mark her… Not to mention the way he felt earlier that morning watching her snuggle Edward in her arms, imagining her with their own pups, knowing full well, rationally, that that could never happen. His rut was accentuating all these urges in him.

He groaned at the luck. He was going to be starting his rut and he wouldn’t have a warm body to get him through this one. No sweet and meek omega to take care of him while he needed release after release this time.

Normally he could slide through his rut without much issue as long as he had a somebody with him. This one, however, he knew would be torture. Because he wasn’t interested in anyone but Y/N helping him through it. It could only be Y/N.

Being an alpha meant that Harry would get his rut about every 4 months. This one had come a bit early. He expected it to happen soon, but not so quickly. He pondered that it was possible this was triggered because of Y/N. Because of his sudden feelings and need for her. Maybe due to her own cycle and hormones even, his body responding to hers as though she were a mate in heat.

And he’d been through ruts where he didn’t have a partner or someone to help bring him through it. While it wasn’t that fun, his ruts had never incapacitated him. He would usually warn everyone to keep their distance, spend his days in masturbating, having food delivered (if he was at his home), running through the woods, and sleeping.

But now that he’d found Y/N? Someone he wanted to be around and love on. Someone that made his entire body buzz with excitement and a sense of completion he wasn’t sure how he’d handle going through this without at least having her close to him. Even just to have her calming and warm scent would make him feel better. He’d need to go cold turkey until his rut was over.

He just had one problem. Edward. His nephew sat looking at him curiously.

“How would you like to stay with Y/N for a few days? I bet she’d love to have you around.”

Edward cocked his head and puffed out a tiny growl.

“Sorry, little dude. You gotta give me some space for a few days. I’ll tell her to give you extra treats and to leave the TV on the Nickelodeon channel when she’s gone. But you don’t have a choice.”

During Harry’s last rut, poor Edward had to put up with Harry. He rode it out at his cabin but he had no one to take care of his nephew. No one he trusted. Harry’s uncle lived too far away so he was forced to keep Edward during it. The little one wasn’t safe with anyone else. So Harry pushed through. He was irritable, only taking care of himself behind closed doors, and he was going out often to shift and run off his pent-up energy.

But now his body was craving someone specific. His natural instincts to mate and mark and claim had been going wild since meeting Y/N. And if he was already feeling miserable being away from her for less than an hour, he couldn’t imagine how he’d feel once his rut was in full swing.

He considered calling Niall again for more advice but he knew that he was going to be on his own. He’d push through it like he always did if he was by himself. It would be a hard one, but on the other side, he had Y/N to look forward to and finally being allowed to part her slippery crease with his mouth and dig his tongue into her flesh.

It would have been so nice, so satisfying to shove his face between her thighs and dine, but he’d have to wait until his rut was over. To his absolute dismay. It would have been too much for her. Harry knew that during his rut he tended to act a bit more like his wolf nature than his human nature. He could be a bit rough. He’d bite her neck and her tits, probably pull her hair, and he’d want her outstretched for him and to be at the ready for his cock at a moment’s notice. He certainly wouldn’t let her go to work. And he’d have a hell of a time controlling his knot with her around. He’d want to knot in her and she wouldn’t be prepared for that. It would probably scare her. And then there was the matter of his eyes…

Instead, Harry started imagining what he’d finally do once his rut was over. He’d have her naked on his bed spread apart for him while he walked around her slowly, assessing her every curve and watching as her breaths got deeper and more rapid. He’d circle her with calculated steps, sizing her up like a predator. And then he’d pounce on her just when she started to wonder if he was going to do anything at all.

Harry diverted his gaze to his nephew and grunted as he got up to go into the bedroom to be alone. He needed to work out this little fantasy as his dick was already pushing at the front of his pants. His rut wasn’t even technically started yet and he was already having difficulty keeping his thoughts PG.

Harry grabbed a towel on his way into the bedroom and once the door was closed behind him his pants were pulled off and he crawled up on the bed imagining he was crawling up to his mate, to Y/N. Her scent was still on the sheets and the pillow she laid her head on. He pulled the pillow up to his nose and kneed himself over the towel and began stroking himself, pulling at his cock slowly.

The very second he’d stuff his face into her cunt she’d be gone for him. She’d see just what he could do. He was not worried about all the niceties of the human world when it came to getting nasty. He wanted her smeared all over his face. He’d push his nose into her clit and suck her natural lubrication into his mouth with a big slurp. Pressing his tongue into her entrance to reach in and taste as much of her as possible she’d whine and grab his hair, pull him in further because she’d only want more.

He’d bite the inside of both of her thighs, the softest part, pinching just a little but leaving a bruise and a mark that would make her off limits to anyone that stepped in close to her. If they couldn’t smell his claim on her, they’d be sure to see it.

She’d squirm and beg him for more so he’d go in with his finger and slurp at her hard, keeping his eyes on her face and watch her mouth part and her tongue peek out as she gasped and yelped, and reached out to tug at his roots the way he so liked.

Harry spit the saliva that had gathered in his mouth over his cock and began to pull at himself harder and faster. He ached and his body felt like it was going to crack if he didn’t come soon. He squeezed his eyes closed as he imagined her face and the smile she’d have on her mouth after he’d make her come over and over again. He would too. He would make sure she was a sloppy mess before he fucked her. He’d get her ready properly for his big cock and she’d have to grip onto his forearms as he sunk down into her for the first time. She’d be silent, with her mouth dropped wide open as she felt him enter her cunt adjusting to his size slowly.

He’d be sure to slip his fingers over her clit gently while he was working her open and she’d shiver and whimper until he could begin languid strokes, moving himself into her and watching his cock disappear into her tiny tight pussy. And he’d have to take it easy on her. She was delicate. Her little opening wouldn’t be used to a man his size, but she’d soon feel how incredible it was to be stuffed with him.

Harry groaned as he felt himself begin to tip. Precome dripped out from his slit as he hastened his strokes, thumbing into his slit, his hips stuttering. He dropped the pillow and angled himself to pour onto the towel as he pumped his shaft and squeezed at his tip. His breaths got heavy and he imagined her turning over for him, her plump ass on display with her pussy lips peeking out from her thighs, dripping and ready for more of him.

Biting his lip to keep quiet he yanked hard and felt his balls tighten with his orgasm. Ropes of come spurted onto the towel under him, one palm down on the mattress to hold himself up and his other hand working his cock to empty himself, imagining he was emptying into Y/N’s fragrant cunt. Just imagining how they would smell together, both of their releases mingled and melted together made his mouth water.

When he’d drained his cock completely, Harry felt his heart rate slow. He stayed on all fours over the towel for a few moments to gather himself. It was an intense orgasm. One he knew was just a glimpse of what was to come for him in the following days. He couldn’t delay in getting his shit together before his rut began because if he saw her during it he wasn’t sure he could stop himself from giving into his darker desires.

Coming back from patrol that afternoon just before clocking in, Y/N was feeling grand. She’d missed this- missed trekking, missed the forest, missed the big outdoors. And maybe she was seeing everything through rose-tinted glasses, she could admit. She knew it was probably not wise- but she couldn’t help how rapidly her feelings were deepening for Harry. This was well beyond just a crush now. She could barely unlatch him from her when he drove her into work that morning. He was so touchy and seemed so sad to part with her. And she was sad too, to know she’d be going back that evening to an empty apartment. She’d gotten used to his presence, as well as Eddie’s. Again, she knew it wasn’t wise to get attached like this so soon- but she just had no way of stopping herself from falling.

It really had just been the best day. Nick had barely spoken to her other than to comment that he wondered why her car had been in the lot for two nights and now he knew why. She ignored him. It wasn’t his business and she really just didn’t give a fuck about what he thought of Harry any more.

She kept the necklace on under her uniform and felt the rings tap against her breasts every now and then, a reminder of what she’d just done with him. And now that her period was pretty much over, she was excited to see him again. She hoped soon.

She tried not imagining how he’d go about it. Eating her out. She knew he’d do it right. Probably go in like a wild animal. There was something so erotic and animalistic about him. He looked like what sex would look like if sex had a human form, she figured. Laughing to herself about the absurdity of her thoughts, Tom peeped his head into the station just as she was grabbing her things to leave for the day, “I believe the same young man who was here for you the other day is out there waiting for you.”

Y/N perked up. Had he come to see her again? Already? She hadn’t expected it so soon. But she wasn’t going to complain. She hurriedly grabbed the remainder of her items and rushed out the door to see him. He was outside of his G-wagon with Eddie.

“Hey! You just couldn’t stay away, huh?” She teased as she walked up to him.

Harry smiled and looked her over. She was so pretty and so perfect. He’d love to have just stolen her away and kept her locked in his den but he couldn’t do that. And just seeing her was making his senses go haywire. He was feeling immediately satiated yet even more hungry for her.

And like some kind of magnetic pull, he found himself suddenly wrapping his arms around her and putting his nose behind her ear, and inhaling deeply. He wanted to steal her away. Tie her up and bring her back with him. And he had a feeling she’d be into that. Have her think he was just being kinky with her when in reality he’d have her bound up at his mercy in his den. It would be so easy…

Harry backed away and scratched the back of his neck trying to calm himself before his thoughts got too swarthy, “Ehm… so I’ve got a little business trip I have to go on for a few days and was hoping you’d watch Edward while I’m away.” He looked up at her eyes and he nearly just gave in. Wanted to cave and tell her everything, come clean, carry her to his den and fuck her senseless, knot in her and have her ride him like he’d imagined…

“Oh? Yeah, sure. Just a few days then? Are you leaving tonight?”

Harry shook his head of his thoughts. He was losing it fast. He had to get out of there, “Yeah. I’m going this evening. Here…” he turned and picked up a bag, “some of his things. Snacks he likes. I’ve also got an envelope with cash so you can buy him some food. Just ground beef or chicken, rice, mixed vegetables,” Harry began to breathe heavily. His cock was thickening against his will, “uh… off leash for when you take him outside, and while you’re out for the day at work you could put on Nickelodeon for him. He likes the cartoons and shows they have during the day.”

Y/N put her small hand over Harry’s forearm, “Are you okay, Harry?” She could tell he seemed nervous or a little out of it. He was acting quite unusual.

Harry’s gaze dropped to her lips. The ones that had just been wrapped around his cock and sucked on him, drinking his come down like it was her life force. Harry blinked his eyes and pushed the bag toward Y/N, “Yeah, I’m okay. Sorry. I’ve just got to get going. It’s sort of a last-minute thing I hadn’t expected. But you’re okay to watch Edward for me?”

Y/N nodded and looked in the bag and then watched as Harry picked Eddie up and brought him to her car, placing him into her backseat, saying something to him that she couldn’t hear.

Y/N placed the bag into the other side of her backseat and Harry pulled her into his arms again, kissing her cheek rather hastily, and then practically jogged off to his car and pulled away before Y/N even started her own.

“Well, I guess it’s just me and you Eddie!”

Eddie was quite pleasant. He was rather quiet the first night. She let him sleep with her in her bed and she fed him most of his treats a little too quickly. She intended on spacing them out over the few days but he was so cute with his big eyes looking from the bag on her kitchen counter to her. She knew what he wanted. He was a very good communicator for a pup.

And it was strange to her that Harry specifically requested Nickelodeon, but it turned out that Eddie really did like that channel. Y/N thought perhaps it was the goofy-sounding noises from the cartoons and characters that danced around on the screen. Some canines enjoyed the visual stimulation and the sounds. It wasn’t unheard of for pets to watch TV, though they couldn’t possibly understand what was happening, they could enjoy the sounds and the visuals.

She also learned that Eddie ate a lot more than a typical pup. By far. He was ravenous. Harry had portioned his meals out and placed them in containers but to Y/N, this was easily double what he needed. But he seemed to be in good shape, a healthy weight. If anything, at this age pups usually grow in size quite rapidly, seemingly from one day to the other, yet despite his appetite Eddie seemed to have maintained the same size as when she’d first seen him in the woods that eventful night. But she wouldn’t question Harry’s methods. Perhaps he was still getting used to pet ownership since he took Eddie into his care not that long ago. And she also found that he wanted his food heated, just as Harry said. She tried giving him a portion of his food in a bowl straight from the fridge but the pup just plopped down and looked up at her like she was crazy.

“Are you serious? You really are spoiled aren’t you?”

But it was the next day when Y/N arrived home after work and realized that Eddie was no longer happy. He was whining and standing at the door. She took him outside thinking he must need to go to the bathroom badly, and while he did do his business on the side of the building he still wasn’t happy. She kept Nickelodian on while she made herself dinner but Eddie stayed by her door and pouted.

She picked him up and brought him into her arms, stroking his fur, “Poor guy. You’re attached to Harry, aren’t you? He’s a special guy, I know. But he’ll be back soon for you. Okay?”

The only time Eddie wasn’t moping was when she was holding him. He also didn’t eat the following morning. That was a first. Because his big appetite the first evening, and even the second evening made her think he was doing alright. She was concerned when he didn’t eat that second morning.

But she had to go to work, even with a whiney and sad pup in her apartment. She was worried. Would Eddie tear her shoes up and pee all over because he was upset? The little guy was sad and missed Harry. She didn’t know what to do to cheer him up.

That day, she decided to take him with her into work. She placed him in the crate in the medical room, the same one Harry had stolen him from that first night, and told her colleagues she was watching it for a friend. She didn’t miss Nick’s side eye when she said that, he’d probably seen the exchange in the parking lot when Harry had asked her to watch the pup for him.

But what worried her the most was when she came back from patrol and found him staring at Eddie in the medical room. When she approached him, he looked at her funny, “Don’t you think it kind of looks like a wolf pup?”

“Don’t be silly,” she scoffed. But she took Eddie out of the crate and had him sit in her lap while she finished off some office work before clocking in for the day, away from her colleague’s prying eyes.

But as soon as they got back home and he still refused to eat, she really grew worried. She had no choice. She hated to do it but she had to call Harry. Maybe he’d dealt with this before. His not eating was the more pressing issue, but his apathy was also quite concerning for a pup his age. Maybe there was a trick Harry could share with her.

But he didn’t pick up. The phone rang and his voicemail answered so she left a message as casually as possible - explaining the problem. He didn’t call her back. So she tried him one more time a couple of hours later just before she was about to get into her bed. But this time, his cell phone didn’t ring and it went directly to his voicemail. As if he’d turned it off after she called him the first time. That didn’t feel good. She wondered if everything was okay with Harry.

Harry saw her name light up his screen just as he was getting out of a cold shower. He growled and panted as he lifted his phone up. He nearly answered. Just to hear her voice. Maybe he’d wank off to the sound of her. But he knew it wouldn’t stop there. He couldn’t trust himself enough to even so much as talk to her over the phone. If he were to hear her voice he would plead with her to come over, and once he had her where he wanted her, there would be no stopping him. So he shut his phone off. He couldn’t have that kind of temptation. She was only a call away. A warm pussy to fuck and a sweet scent to feed on. The lilt of her voice and the caress of her hands on him…

It was lucky he’d just got done knotting into his fist or he might have been tempted to answer and beg her to come over. It was a long one this time. It took almost an hour for his knot to subside. But he fucked his fist with lots of lube over and over again until he was soothed. He’d been knotting all day. Which was annoying. He could control when he knotted and when he didn’t but he found that when he let himself knot his release was so much more powerful and the relief he felt once he’d milked himself and his knot went down was incredible. So he was feeling rather sane when he saw her call come in. Which is why turning his phone off was vital. Before he started to feel that rush of heat spread over his balls and groin again. Which would inevitably come soon.

And this rut had been rough. He had the perfect wank material with Y/N, though. Not that he really even needed material in the state he was in, but just imagining her brought him through it.

Harry didn’t bother dressing either. Walking around Niall’s apartment with a half-hard cock swaying against his thighs felt much better than having any clothes on. Plus he could grab himself and stroke for relief at will this way. He kept a bottle of lube in the bedroom as well, it had become necessary. Normally it wasn’t too much of a problem for him to just use his spit to slick his cock that way, but he was essentially masturbating all day long, and without lube, he’d certainly chafe himself.

Harry began a new load of laundry. Sheets and towels. He was doing a new load daily because he was making quite the mess. If he wasn’t in the shower coming on the walls and down the drain, he was coming onto the towels or he’d wake up with come on himself and the sheets after having a wet dream about Y/N.

And the dreams were so vivid. So real. He could smell her, feel her, taste her. Her tits bounced in his face as he sat her on his lap and made her ride him. He’d hold onto her bottom and help her lift upward and then drop back down over him. And because he was so long she would really have to work her thighs. Her legs would shake and she’d cry out as she came around him. And then he’d flip her over and eat her clean. He’d duck his tongue into her ass and lick her sweat up because they’d both be sweating. He’d give her the workout of a lifetime.

Harry sighed and put his head back into the couch as he began to squeeze himself once again.

“Fuck…” he moaned. He recalled the way her tits looked with the necklace swaying between them and how her eyes watered as she sucked him.

He stood from the couch with his growing cock in his hands as he headed to the bedroom. Which he’d made like a den. Pillows and blankets and towels. Curtains drawn. Harry squirted plenty of lube into his palm and coated his sensitive cock with the slick and stroked himself. He grabbed the pillow she’d slept on, which was slowly losing her scent, and covered it with a towel, standing over it, feet on the floor. He fantasized that he was fucking down into her as she was lying at the edge of the bed. He was already sweating, his own scent filling his senses. He’d just showered too. But he couldn’t help it. His body��s natural reaction was to release his scent from his sweat and cause his mate to go nuts with him. But he was on his own for this one.

He pumped himself over the pillow and inhaled deeply to get any last bits of her scent, “Fuck, kitten. So wet, so plush, and so breedable…” He groaned into the room in shaky breaths.

He knew he couldn’t breed her, but it didn’t stop him from fantasizing about it. He’d wrap his hands around her neck and fuck her down into the bed, poking her deep with his big cock and make her cry out. It would be a lot for her to take but she’d love it. She would have never had it so good. He couldn’t wait to show her what he could do.

Harry laid his palm down on the bed, his cock hanging over the towel-covered pillow, his tip grazing the fabric as he lobbed deep tugs up and down to his base, his hips writhing as if he were grinding into her. The feel of the fibers ghosting over his slit made him shiver.

He watched as his tip leaked small streaks of come onto the towel, smearing his sperm into the material as he grunted with each harsh pull and squeeze. He pressed his knees into the side of the bed as his thighs began to quiver, just imagining his sweet human taking him to the hilt.

Harry gasped as his precome began to leak out faster, the wet spot on the towel where he was pressing his cockhead into felt slippery and warm like he was rubbing one out right against her mouth. She’d open wide and take his load, he’d grab her chin and hold her mouth open so he could see the work as he poured into her.

“Holy fucking shit!” Harry growled deeply and loudly as he burst over the towel, his hips bucking into his fist. His come smeared into his palm and splashed the tiniest bit onto the blanket and then his stomach as he felt his balls swaying with the way he was snapping his hips forward when his knot took again. He smoothed his hand over the sensitive bulb and quickly yanked up and down to empty himself completely.

It felt good. Thinking of her when he brought himself to orgasm. He didn’t think he could ever imagine anyone else ever again.

Slipping his hand up and down his swollen cock and knot he continued to give in to his release. He straightened himself out, his first orgasm (of this round) out of the way, he resumed the slow wet, and sloppy strokes, not caring that his come was making a mess on his thighs. He was in the midst of his knot and he knew he was about to be fucking his hand and maybe he’d hump the towel even after getting it wet enough with his come for at least another thirty minutes.

It would be another long night.

It was a very long night. Y/N didn’t sleep a wink. Poor Eddie was beside himself. She was relieved she had the day off so she could try and take care of this problem. Eddie had only eaten a few treats here and there, nowhere near his daily intake, and she had half a mind to take him to the vet. The only issue was, she knew Nick was probably right. She’d always suspected Eddie was at least part wolf, and taking him in to get looked at would risk her losing him. She couldn’t even trust their own vet at the station with this. So that left her very few options. She would try stopping at Harry’s since It had been three nights. She didn’t know if he was back or not and he wasn’t answering her texts or her calls.

So not only was she absolutely beside herself about Eddie, she was very worried about Harry. She could understand that he was busy, but to not call her back at all? She had to at least try. Eddie really missed Harry. And she was growing desperate.

Harry was feeling better. He’d been able to enjoy a hot tea and waffles and he’d only masturbated twice in the morning. His head was feeling more level. Perhaps tomorrow he could see Y/N and he’d be all settled by then. He had never had a rut so difficult before. But he was already feeling relief. It was finally coming to an end. Which reminded him he needed to listen to her voicemail and call her back, to let her know he’d be returning tomorrow. Walking into the living area he smelled her. Her scent was strong. Stronger than it had been these past few days but he couldn’t locate the scent in the apartment.

And it was then he realized, she was near. It was her. He dashed around the apartment to toss the towels into the washing machine and tidy up as much as he could (throwing the tissues away, straightening the blankets and pillow positions on the bed, throwing the lube into the closet), and pulling on a pair of jeans. It was lucky Niall’s place was on the top floor or he wouldn’t have had enough time. But he’d gotten to the most important stuff before he heard a knock at the door.

When he opened the door she was surprised to see him there, “Harry? You’re here?! Oh my god, I was so worried!”

Harry grinned and felt his mouth water. He blinked his eyes and he just couldn’t believe it was her. But why was she here?

Harry pulled her into his arms and he knew he must smell a little. He did shower the night before but hadn’t had the chance that morning and his natural scent was still strong because his rut was not quite over just yet. Which was a problem now that he had his human in his arms, the one he’d been having very depraved fantasies about for days on end.

“Sorry to worry you.” He said as he closed the door behind himself, keeping her hand in his.

Y/N looked up at him and she was relieved, but she also realized how angry she was feeling about it all, “Why couldn’t you at least have texted me back? How hard was it for you to give me that decency? Harry, I was beside myself and I needed your help with Eddie! He’s not eating and you’ve just been here? What’s going on? What have you been doing that you couldn’t keep in touch with me?” She was riled up. This was a cause for concern. Here he was inside the apartment wearing only his jeans and slightly sweaty, as if he’d been working out. Or doing drugs. Or having sex. None of which were making her feel any better about this whole situation. She needed an explanation, fast.

Harry licked his lips and tried not to imagine the things he was but her attitude didn’t help anything. He wanted to bend her over the couch and spank her with the way she was speaking to an alpha.

“I apologize. Please don’t be mad,” he said as cupped her face softly, “I got really sick, couldn’t even go on the work trip, and I didn’t want to call and make you think you needed to take care of me or help so I just… it was dumb. I should have reached out but I didn’t want to admit I wasn’t well. But I’m feeling better today. In fact, I was going to call you here in a bit.”

“You were sick? So you’ve just been here the whole time? I wish you would have called me!” she took note of the state he was in and he did look quite off. He was still handsome, his eyes were glistening, but he was sweating the tiniest bit and his hair was a wavy mess, “You poor thing! Both you and Eddie just needed to be taken care of and-”

Harry cut off her words when he pressed his mouth to hers. He needed to taste her saliva. Needed to have his mouth on hers, “Wished you were here too. But I did not feel well and I didn’t want you to see me like that.”

Y/N pushed at him and looked around the living room. It looked a bit messy for what she’d been used to with Harry. He normally seemed quite tidy. There were a couple of glasses and plates sitting out, a blanket on the floor near the couch, and a stray pillow next to the TV stand.

Harry nuzzled his face into her neck and pushed her further into the room, and then planted his mouth over hers again. He couldn’t help it. He couldn’t stop himself. She was too delectable and she was inside this apartment with a perfectly lovely bed where no one could see or hear them.

Y/N laughed into his mouth and arched her back away from him.

“Don’t do that. I need you. Please…” He dipped back in for another kiss but she turned her head and giggled.

“But Harry you just said you weren’t feeling well!” She put her hands up to his chest.

Harry shook his head and stuffed his face into her hair and her neck, “I’m already better with you here. I just need a little of your medicine... I want it so bad. Please. I’m gonna feel like a new man as soon as you can let me have some,” his words were muffled as she spoke them into her neck.

Y/N could feel the weight of him leaning into her as he kept her arms around him. It felt like being hugged by someone you hadn’t seen in a long time. Like when her brother returned after being gone for a year on deployment. The feeling of the hug he gave her would never be forgotten.

And the way Harry was wrapping himself around her like his heart would give out if he had to go without her for even a moment longer, it had her feeling something, Feeling like she needed to help take care of him in some way. Especially with the way he was pleading with her, something she never thought she’d hear come out of his mouth.

“Please. You don’t understand,” Harry spoke and then pulled away to look into her eyes, “You promised me.”

Well, when he put it that way, Y/N was powerless to resist. And the way he was touching her and kissing her, even the way he smelled and looked, was making her weak in the knees. She couldn’t believe how fast she’d gone from being upset at him to dampening her panties, but this was just what he did to her. She knew what he wanted.

“Okay,” she agreed in a small voice. She’d never seen that particular look in his eyes when he began walking her back to where she knew the bedroom was. She felt shivers down her spine with the way he was towering over her and wet his lips in anticipation. He looked like he was about to devour her.

She had no idea.

Chapter 8

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