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Silver Thread

A little almost Terry Silver enemies to lovers oc drabble I've been working on. I'd like some feedback wondering if it's something anyone would be interested in? I don't have many followers on here so if you see this post give it a a read?

Silver Thread- Terry Silver x OC

Terry Silver sat quietly seething at his desk one morning, chin propped up in the palm of his hand like a little schoolgirl, as he watched her. It was all he seemed to do most days since she started interning at Dynatox Industries a few months ago. He watched her small hands weed through paperwork, doing calculations at expert speed. The she in question was Veda Noelle LaRusso. Terry couldn’t remember exactly what day he hired her; he hadn’t paid much attention when Margaret mentioned her and handed him the file.

“Just hire the one with the best scores, Margaret.” He said hastily, he skimmed a few lines to humor her. He saw that whomever the file was about had graduated from high school a bit early, was accepted into California Technical Institute on a full ride scholarship, after doing great work in their Gifted Young Minds Program. Terry found their resume quite impressive but hadn’t bothered to look at the name.

“He sounds great hire him” He said and ushered Margaret away before she could speak.

Had he glanced at the paper for more than a moment he would’ve figured out the mathematical genius he hired was actually a young woman. A gorgeous young woman at that. He watched her run a hand through the thick black waves on her head, he could even make out that she was nibbling on that plump lip of hers. Terry Silver thought about nibbling on her lip himself quite often, they looked so soft. Lips like that deserved to be kissed, but only by him. The thought of another’s lips grazing hers made his blood boil, but it was soothed by the prospect that no one else had been inside her. Terry fantasized about being the first one to enter and taint such a beautiful pure creature, at being the only one because no one else deserved to be in something so pretty, something so tight, not even him. The thought of Terry Silver not deserving something left him feeling a great deal of rage. Veda had become the object of his obsession, his desires, his rage, and his heart the moment she stepped into his office. He would never, nor could he ever allow anyone else to have her. She was his whether she was willing to accept it yet or not. She deserved it for making him feel this way, for never leaving his mind, for haunting his dreams, and rebuffing his affections.

Terry remembered the day she had shown up in his office in one of her tight little outfits. A rust colored short and blazer outfit, with a tight black top underneath, those damn knee socks, and an adorable beret sat atop her pretty little head. Terry found himself biting his lip at the memory, he’d memorized every curve of that perfect body of hers by now. He dreamt of it almost every night, it was slowly driving him insane. She would waltz in his office like she knew she owned everything in it, including him. Running her fingers through her like he wanted to, crossing her arms over her perfect breasts when he longed to put one in his mouth, staying just out of his reach when he wanted nothing more than to hold her. All while wearing the tightest, most teasing outfits she could find. She’d turn to leave in a huff about something he said that plump ass of hers bouncing tauntingly at him. Terry would be left sat at his desk breath ragged his cock hard as a rock and his heart aching as he glared at her retreating form. As if she didn’t know the hold, she had on him.

At first the dreams were just raw passionate dirty affairs he often had her bent over his desk or spread out on top of it with lust in those big brown eyes as she begged him to take her in every way. Terry would happily oblige because doing the most impure things to something so pure made his heart race in excitement. Over time the dreams steered to more intimate sensual affairs, he’d be in bed caressing every part her perfect little body gently, possessively holding her hand as he rutted into her pretty little pussy slowly, cooing her with praise and encouragement if she tensed up beneath him, telling her how happy he was to be with her and how much he wanted her to be happy, that she felt so good, that she was such a good girl for taking something so big her first time peppering her face with kisses. Veda would reward him by melting into him, cooing him with affections, moaning his name repeatedly as she peppered him with kisses of her own. And then she’d come for him. Terry would awake in a furious state of need and want, immediately needing to finish himself off, imagining those brown eyes filled with need for him was enough to have him coming hard in seconds moaning out her name with the word ‘My’ at the front of it as he finished in his hand. How dare she do this to him.

The shift from rough hot sex to gentle love making terrified him as he had never felt that way for any of the other women he had tricked into bed. Terry was always a very selfish partner with his conquests, making them come was only something he did to get what he wanted from them which was nothing more than a hard fuck when and where he wanted it. He had no real desire to make the encounters good for anyone but himself, they were purely transactional. Though still mildly selfish and transactional in sentiment, those new dreams about Veda had him prioritizing her pleasure and her comfort for her because her being in a state of contentment pleased him. Being the one to fulfill her needs and desires made him happy in a way he had never been before. He didn’t just want to fuck her hard over his desk. He wanted all of her, he wanted her heart because she took his. Stole it, left it on the floor carelessly stomping on it as she left his office that day. How could she?

Didn’t she know the thought of him being the center of her world was something Terry wanted so deeply he was willing to do whatever it took to have her in his forever. That his little game of tormenting her and reeling her back in was a twisted declaration of his devotion towards her. That he only tormented her because she tormented him by not allowing to have her. By not allowing him to love her. Did she really think he would allow just anyone to have that level of power over him? He cared about her as much as he hated her for leaving him with no desire to be with or inside anyone but her. He wanted her to feel that level of devotion, to want him as bad as he wanted her, to need him as bad as he needed her. For that reason alone, Terry despised her. How dare she make him want her so badly and not return the sentiment. Terry remembered looking down into those big brown innocent eyes for the first time. Looking back on it now that day would’ve been perfect if he had only read her file. They got off on the wrong foot quite quickly, and for some reason Terry wished he could redo it all. This constant game of cat and mouse between them, was exhausting. She seemed so uninterested in him, normally Terry wouldn’t let that stop him. He was a man who prided himself in taking what he wanted without thinking of who was hurt in the process. Terry hated that he didn’t really want to hurt Veda, he might if his hand was forced but he wouldn’t find joy in doing so, he would only relish in her tears if they were for him. If they sprang from her eyes as he took her roughly over his desk that would

delight him in a way, of course sweet words of affirmation and soothing touches would follow, and Terry hated that he now craved to prioritize aftercare but only with her, only for her. If the tears were caused by sadness, discontentment, or pain at his hands or another he wouldn’t tolerate it. He couldn’t tolerate it and it was all her fault. He remembered the overwhelming guilt he felt when tears welled in her eyes the first day they met. He hated being the one who caused them, but he also hated feeling things that he thought he had buried so long ago. He didn’t know he was still capable of such a thing. He never wanted to know he was still capable of such a thing, and he hated Veda for making them resurface. This was all her fault.

Terry heard a small knock on his office door.

“Come in” he said lazily. He didn’t bother looking up “What is it?” he said impatiently.

“I’m the new intern, the girl at the desk told to report to you” the voice was delicate and something about it caught his attention. Terry looked up from his paperwork, letting his eyes roam all over the figure before him. ‘Wow’ he thought, very few women left him in awe. He let a smirk tug on his lips.

“I’m afraid you’re in the wrong building doll face. All the fashion magazines are further down the block” he said mockingly. Models often stumbled into their building by mistake, Terry would be lying if he said he hadn’t pulled quite a few of them. He let his eyes travel to her nicely sized chest, he wondered how she got those in that tiny top. He finally met her doe-like eyes, they were big brown and rather cold at the present moment as she glared at him. He bit back a snide chuckle, something about the stunning thing with those doe-like eyes left him feeling rather animalistic. Terry felt a deep desire brew within him as he stared at her, he could overpower her without a doubt, but stalking prey was the most exciting thing for him.

“It’s alright baby doll, I can walk you over.” He said standing up.

“That won’t be needed, Mr. Silver. I work for you, though I’m very much reconsidering it now” Terry caught the snarky twinge in her voice and smirked. The petite ones were always so fiery and the most fun in bed in his experience. He watched her nice little body stiffen as he stalked over towards her slowly.

“Didn’t mean to upset you, baby doll. I’m afraid it is just a misunderstanding. You see, I hired a mathematical genius who’s studying at CalTech. Not a model, I’m sure I could find a desk job for you if you really want. You see I have it all in this file” Terry said in a teasing tone holding it up. She scoffed glaring daggers at him, if looks could kill he was certain he’d be six feet under by now but for some reason Terry found her expression quite adorable. He was mildly excited to have caused such a look to cross such an angelic face and thought about what lust would look like on it.

“Oh really? What’s his name?” she asked mockingly, narrowing her big eyes at him as if challenging him. Terry bit his lip amused, usually he’d use this as an opportunity to put someone in their place. He never let anyone get away with speaking to him like that or looking at him like that. Terry for some reason was willing to let her get away with such things and found her returning his antics without a second thought alluring. He liked it in a strange way.

“God, you’re beautiful. What do you need a job for anyway? You get with a man like me you’ll never have to lift a pretty finger a day in your life. I’d love to spoil you, doll.” He proposed, getting unnecessarily close to her inhaling her scent. She smelled like vanilla, so sweet, so delicious. He let his free hand stroke her cheek gently, her brown eyes became glossy, she looked up at him with an almost hurt expression, like he had just slapped her and for a moment Terry felt a small twinge of remorse. Letting his hand fall quickly from her cheek feeling almost wounded himself, he assured himself it was just because he didn’t want her to file a sexual harassment suit against him. But deep-down Terry knew it was because she didn’t seem to like his touch, and he wanted her to like his touch to some degree though he would never admit such a thing.

“You’re a pig” she hissed, yanking the file out of his other hand with a surprising amount of force. Terry saw great karate potential in the feisty little thing, the thought of sparring with her left him feeling hot all over. Imagining her, flushed and glistening, spread out on a mat while gazing up at him was a beautiful picture indeed. Terry bit his lip looking down at her as she opened the file to one of the pages Terry skipped those weeks ago. She looked up at him with sharp eyes, Terry felt naked under her intense gaze as she looked at him disgusted and unimpressed.

“Tell me, Mr. Silver, how many men do you know with the name Veda Noelle LaRusso. Oh, look they even put a picture of me in here for you. Rather kind of Margaret, seen as you clearly can’t read.” Veda’s eyes had grown cold again and her words taunting and dripping with sarcasm. She held the picture up practically shoving it in his face. Terry felt his smile falter, feeling wounded at the harsh tone her sweet voice had taken as he looked at the photo. Terry had to admit she was truly very beautiful, and he wondered why she chose not to capitalize on it. The thought of other men ogling at her in a magazine left Terry feeling jealous, no one really deserved to look at her that way, not even him. It was this sentiment that triggered his growing obsession, Terry always prided himself in getting everything he wanted. Seeing Veda as a shiny trophy or toy to play with as he thought fit left him feeling giddy. He ignored the twinge of guilt he felt in his chest when he thought of breaking her as payback. How dare she be more than he deserved, who did she think she was walking in here and looking at him like that? As if he was beneath her, as if she didn’t need him, as if she didn’t want him. As if he wasn’t worth wanting…

Terry’s face hardened as he glared down at her. He would simply have to show her what she was missing. Maybe she deserved to be knocked down a peg. He contemplated a fitting response to make her feel the way she had just made him feel. Naked under his gaze. “Sorry, doll. You can’t expect to walk into any man’s office dressed like you belong on a corner and expect them not to make a pass at you. Dress how you want to be treated.” he said tauntingly. He watched as her face fell slightly as she looked down at her outfit, she quickly

buttoned up her blazer and crossed her arms over her chest, becoming visibly uncomfortable. Though his words had the intended effect, Terry found himself resisting the urge to apologize when she finally met his gaze, face red and tears briming her big eyes. He reassured himself this was merely the consequence of her sharp tongue towards him, even if he had earned it. Terry straightened himself up as he walked away from her towards the large stack of boxes that sat in the corner of his office. They contained over a years’ worth of company transactions, hundreds of files that needed to be balanced out. Their last accountant quit abruptly. Terry felt a smirk tug on his face, as the vindictive idea popped into his head.

“I find your lack of professionalism rather grating Miss. LaRusso.” Terry spoke dryly, turning to look at her. Veda was stiff, her eyes focused on the floor biting her lip to keep from sobbing in the presence of her new boss on her first day.

“I’m sorry, sir. It won’t happen again” she said, the mocking tone had disappeared from her voice and instead replaced with a slight whimper. Terry bit back a groan, he’d love to hear that sound from her over and over again. But he didn’t miss that his heart wanted to hear it in a much different context. He managed to keep his composure.

“You look people in the eye when you speak to them Miss. LaRusso” Terry barked, making her jump slightly. Veda forced herself to look at him, though she really couldn’t see him that well as the tears blurred her vision threatening to spill over. Terry leered down at her stone faced. “Not only do you lack professionalism, but you also lack common courtesy. Don’t parents teach manners anymore. Perhaps you’re not a good fit for this company Miss. LaRusso” Terry said allowing the taunting tone to return back to his voice as he reentered her personal space. This time as a means of intimidation he assured himself, not because he wanted stroke her cheek again. Veda looked up at him, her bottom lip now trembling.

“Please Mr. Silver, I need this internship for college credit” She whispered, her whole body now shaking. Terry resisted the urge to comfort her as he looked down into her deep watery brown eyes. Terry felt a scowl come across his face at the thought. What about her made him feel this way, he wondered.

“Maybe you should’ve thought of that before giving the man that employs you cheek, huh? I am willing to let you learn from this misstep Miss. LaRusso, I don’t want to be the reason one of CalTech’s most promising students fails before the school year has even started. Your first lesson in the adult work force is that actions have consequences. Your consequence will be to balance every file in every single one of these boxes before tomorrow” Terry said motioning to the boxes behind him. He watched her eyes travel to the boxes expecting a look of exasperation to cross her face. Instead, she met his eye again, lips still trembling. Terry considered kissing her to make it stop, maybe it would keep the tears from falling from her eyes as well. Maybe it would subside the annoying aching in his chest.

“Understood Mr. Silver” her voice sounded defeated as she swiftly walked past him to pile boxes in her little arms. Terry found he wasn’t satisfied when she turned around and the tears were flowing down her pink cheeks at a rapid pace. She said nothing and avoided eye contact as she left his office.

Terry grew increasingly annoyed with himself every time she came back in to grab a new box. She was going through them at an impressive speed; Terry didn’t know what he had expected from the girl who had won the International Mathematical Olympiad four years in a row. She had stopped crying by the fourth time she came to take another box, but it was still very clear she had been crying. Her pretty eyes remained red and puffy and soft sniffles could be heard faintly from her desk. Terry couldn’t figure out why watching her cry made him feel so bad. He’s made so many women cry, and he never once felt the way he felt watching Veda weep. It was almost painful, and he disgustingly still wanted to comfort her, hold her, and apologize for being an asshole for once in his life. He assured himself it was just because he thought the chances of having her naked beneath him were slim now. That his cock was just pissed off at him denying it the pleasure of being inside something so beautiful. Terry pondered giving himself what he wanted even if she didn’t want it. He was sure he could just pay her off for letting him have his way with her once. Would once be enough?

Terry watched as his other employees jumped to comfort her when they passed her desk, he felt a growl rumble in his chest when he saw one of his male employees rub her back softly. What right did he have to touch her that Terry didn’t? He stood from his desk in a jealous rage.

“Go back to your desk, now!” he boomed when he got to his office door; he was satisfied when the man all but fell on the floor. Veda looked down at the guy and had the nerve to ask if he was okay. She hadn’t asked if he was okay when she all but made him hate himself in the matter of a few hours had she? When she looked down on him like a pest. Terry glared at her when she offered the guy her hand as if he was more deserving of holding it than he was. Terry felt an urgency to not let the guy touch her again. To not let anyone touch her that wasn’t him.

“You can finish your work in my office LaRusso” he said through gritted teeth. Veda could tell from the tone it wasn’t a suggestion but an order. Terry watched satisfied when she pulled her hand away before the guy had chance to take it. She scrambled to pick up the file she was working on and scurried back into his office. A smile tugged on his face at how quickly he had gotten her to move for him. Terry followed behind her and made sure to slam his office door shut. Her back was to him, but he heard another sweet whimper flow from her body, and he felt himself twitch against his leg. He would consider rewarding her for gifting him with such an innocent sound.

“Veda, how are the books and numbers treating you?” Terry asked. Veda looked up at him with confused, his tone was soft almost soothing when he spoke to her this time. Terry kept his face relatively blank as he sat back in his chair even though being the center of her attention right now made his heart flutter.

“Uh, not that well, there appears to be a large sum of money missing. Who was your last accountant?” Veda asked nervously, her pretty face looked very serious. Terry didn’t like it suddenly needing to see her smile like she was in the picture from her file.

“Joe Owens, I believe he’s vacationing in Aruba right now. You ever been there?” Terry asked with a smug smile. Veda resisted the need to roll her eyes, the way Terry could flip from vindictive, to charming, to almost sweet was giving her a headache.

“I suspect he went there with the 900,000 dollars he stole from Dynatox” she said dryly pushing her calculations toward him. Terry sighed he couldn’t decide which side of her he liked best. He could acknowledge he found that fiery side incredibly hot until he got burned. He supposed he could make a game out of riling her up before sweeping in with a punishment to soften her up again. He smirked at the thought of having her both ways knowing that it would all be for him in the end.

“Check the numbers again doll” he said mockingly, seemingly unbothered. Veda scowled at him. “The way you scrunch your nose is so cute” Terry said softly, satisfied that she had done exactly what he wanted her to without realizing it. Veda blushed at the compliment, Terry was giving her whiplash right now and she had a feeling he was doing it on purpose. Terry watched her amused as the blush spread down to her neck. Yes, he quite liked this. He could maintain a delicate balance of ‘insulting’ her (he knew he would never mean any of them) then praising her for quite some time. He was giddy at the thought of making her as confused and conflicted as she had made him in the last couple of hours.

“I don’t need to check the numbers, I’m a mathematical genius. My calculations are accurate, sir” there was a slight sneer in her voice, and he knew she was growing upset with him quickly. Terry grew annoyed with himself as he felt the sudden urge to comfort her once more. How was she doing that? He held her gaze momentarily, deciding to stick with the idea of keeping her on her toes. Pushing her away and reeling her back in would get tiresome for her. She would relent and give herself to him because he deserved her, he assured himself. Terry would never admit this was more so to convince himself that he, an objectively bad person, could deserve someone like her.

“Veda” he coos huskily, beckoning her to his side of the desk with his long finger. Watching that slight blush creep up on her face once more, she stiffened as she rose and made her way to his side of the desk. Terry liked her blushing for him, and he genuinely smiled as he stood up towering over her small body. Finally letting his hands run up and down her small arms in the comforting way he had been craving to do all morning. Her skin was so soft, as he gently guiding her to sit on his desk. Terry clapped gleefully sitting back down in his chair, they were almost eye level with each other now. Veda watched him closely; her nose was still adorably scrunched up.

“Let’s just forget about the files and start over, ok baby girl?” He said making his tone gentle as he looked at her. “Why don’t you just sit here looking pretty for me while I finish this paperwork, hm? I’ll find someone else to balance the books and we can go grab lunch” Terry proposed, letting his thumb draw soothing patterns on her soft legs. Veda stiffened again at his touch almost flinching which left Terry feeling annoyingly crestfallen as he gritted his teeth. Veda practically growled as she swatted his large hands away from her legs. Terry took a deep shaky breath to compose himself, losing his temper now would ruin this for him. Worse than he already had.

“Come on baby girl, don’t be like that. I’m not going to hurt you. I just want you to feel the way you make me feel. I want you to feel good nothing would make me happier” Terry whispered, why was he still comforting her? Why was he being so honest? He reached to rub her leg again acknowledging that he liked the way he felt when he touched her. It was something beyond lust. Veda let out a dissatisfied grunt and stood up seething at him, Terry flinched despite himself. Watching as frustrated tears flowed from her big eyes for the second time today. This time acknowledging to himself he didn’t like making her cry, that seeing her cry hurt him disgustingly so to some degree.

“Veda, I’m sorry. Please don’t cry” Terry stuttered out reaching for her hand, but she pulled away from him sharply.

“Don’t ever touch me again, you disgust me” she spat; Terry flinched again at her words. Veda grabbed the freshly poured cup of coffee Margaret had given him moments ago. Today was the first time since the war that Terry felt small in the presence of another.

“Veda, baby” Terry said, breath shaking, he felt an unpleasant lump form in his throat as he stared at her. The tears kept flowing from her eyes, Terry reached out wanting to cradle her, to hold her, to touch her again. He didn’t know if it was to comfort her or himself, all he knew was that it would work for one of them. He thought there was no feasible way she couldn’t feel the same pull he felt. “I’m so sorry, Plea- “Terry was cut off by the feeling of warm coffee washing over his pulled back hair, trickling down his very expensive suit. Not even Terry could deny he deserved every bit of the verbal lashing, and he sat back down at his desk defeated. He didn’t look up as he heard her fast footsteps stomp out of his office. He couldn’t watch her leave.

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3d-wifey · 3 years

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Kazuichi begging to cum, perhaps..? 🤲☺️

Puppyboy Kazuichi

A/n: You nasty bitch, I love it. I see your hand and raise you puppyboy!Kazuichi!

Warnings: Hybrids, orgasim denial, & dumbification

Word Count: 812 (for the one-shot part)

• Puppyboy!Kazuichi is utterly enamored by you. He's intimidating at first glance, all sharp smiles and even sharper eyes. But he was so soft for you.

• His pointed ears swiveling to attention whenever you talked, a fluffy tail thumping behind him whenever you gave him the slightest attention, growling and defending your honor whenever you were targeted during a class trial.

"No way, Miss Y/n would NEVER do that. She wouldn't even hurt a fly."

• Leaning against you whenever he was scared, which was often. Following you around the island so he could "protect" you from anyone looking to get a quick kill; trying his hardest to be your gaurd dog even though he jumped behind you at the slightest hint of trouble.

• He'd be all too happy to make you little trinkets and drop them at your feet with the biggest grin, shark-like teeth on display and stars in his eyes.

"Do you like it, Miss Y/n? Do you like it?"

• And how could you turn him down when he was always so eager to win your approval?

You watched as his soft ears twitched on top of his head as you adjusted your weight on his thighs. With your arms crossed over your chest and without a hair out of place, you looked the picture of composure. Which was heavily juxtaposed by the picture Kazuichi painted.

His jumpsuit was unzipped all the way down, exposing the pale skin of his chest and his pink happy trail. A puddle of precum dribbled onto his tummy as his dick twitched under your gaze.

Curved nails scratched at the thin sheets and his flushed cheeks were the same shade as the quivering tail you had half a mind to tug on.

He looked like the textbook definition of debauchery.

His thighs shook beneath you as you trailed your finger up the length of his shaft.

His dick was pretty and pink without a vein in sight. You ignored his whines at your teasing touch as you ran your thumb over the rosy head, collecting some of the profuse precum weeping out. The black mess of curls at his base was sticky with it.

You watched as drool collected at the corner of his mouth at the hint of contact.

Kazuichi's...obsession with you wasn't something that went unnoticed among the group. Of course, Fuyuhiko and Hiyoko took this as an opportunity to have a bit of fun.

Apparently, they convinced him you were looking for an apron dress and if he found you one, you'd reward him. Something that really should have been impossible to find on a tropical island, but was more than easy to locate at the supermarket here.

And when he ran up to you and dropped it at your feet, you simply couldn't bring yourself to say no. He just looked so eager and expectant, how could you possibly turn him down? In the end, you took him—and the maid costume—to your cabin to give him his reward.

"Please—please touch me, Miss Y/n. I've been good, right? Good?" You considered him and his pleads for a minute before taking pity on him.

"Hmm," you hummed, tracing the defined lines of his v-cut, "Alright, but you'll have to stay still, okay?" His hips bucked up as you rubbed circles into his hips. You, poorly, held back your laughter at how desperate he was. You never took advantage of his devotion towards you, but if you knew he would look like this—chest heaving as he trembled underneath you—you would have done it sooner.

"Yes, ma'am—stay still—promise." You paid his stuttered speech no mind as you took him in hand. He was smooth to the touch, sleek skin throbbing in your hold as you tightened your grip.

His pink tongue lolled out of his mouth as he panted, desperate to catch his breath. His hips pistoned into the heat of your hand despite you telling him to keep still.

However, you didn't bother correcting him. He had been very good for you after all and you knew there wasn't a single thought between those puppy ears besides pleasing you and cumming.

"I was thinking about letting you cum, but I guess you're just too dumb to follow simple instructions." You put on a fake pout to really sell your disappointment but you kept your grip on his dick steady.

"'M sorry, Miss Y/n. 'M Sor—sorry." Tears gathered on his long lashes as apologies fell from his lips. He seemed so ashamed for disobeying you but you noticed his pace never faltered.

"It's okay, baby. I know you can't help it," Kazuichi's increasing whines dampened the seat of your panties, "You're just a dumb little puppy, aren't you? You can't control yourself."

"Yes! Yes!," tears streaked over his red cheeks as drool dripped down his chin,"'M your dumb puppy!" You reached up with your free hand to trace his plumb bottom lip and shivered when his long tongue licked at your fingers.

"Please, Miss Y/n," his nails scratched your sheets to ribbons as the muscles in his arms strained, "Let me cum. Need to cum."

He was begging you and you probably would have felt bad about how much you enjoyed the sound of it if you weren't so distracted by his pretty face contorting in pleasure. And when he stared up at you in complete adoration with tears in his eyes, you caved.

"If you hold it in a little longer, I'll let you cum on my pussy. Can you do that for me, puppy?"

"For you—please let me."

You hooked your thumbs in the waistband of your shorts when you suddenly remembered the multiple cameras in your cabin. You briefly wondered if Monokuma was still watching.

With Kazuichi panting with anticipation under you, you decided you didn't care. If the dumb bear hadn't turned the cameras off by now, then that pervert was about to get the show of his life.

#tw: hybrids #danganronpa v2 goodbye despair #danganronpa #kazuichi souda #kazuichi soda x reader #kazuichi soda #smut #danganronpa smut #danganronpa souda #i wrote this instead of sleeping

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libra-kirishima · 4 years

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Kinktober Day 11- Threesome (Spike Spiegel/Reader/Faye Valentine)

Catching up, baby! Here's my third piece of non-bnha content on this blog ever. Written last year but oddly relevant now that they announced a LA series?? (Also you can take somewhat canon Jewish Spike out of my cold dead hands.)

Warnings: NS/FW Content. Fem reader. Faye and Spike's bickering. Reader is Ed's sister but it's mentioned like once in passing. Nobody asked for this it's pure self indulgence.

The atmosphere on the Bebop felt like a Mexican standoff. Two pairs of eyes burned into you as you glanced down at the cards in your hands with disinterest. You had a royal flush, something you would be overjoyed about had the game not been abandoned long ago for something more interesting.

"What can I say? The ladies love me." Spike laughed. The three of you were sharing stories from before your paths crossed. Spike's (likely exaggerated) story of when a woman wanted and run away with him as he was hunting a bounty on Venus.

"Please," Faye rolled her eyes. "You hate women."

"I don't hate women, I just hate women with attitudes." He argued. You and Faye both quirked an eyebrow and stared at him. "What?"

"I've probably pleasured more women than you have." She laughed.

"What are you saying?" He questioned, although it sounded more like a challenge.

"I'm saying you're either too inexperienced or too selfish to be good in bed." She answered after a drag of her cigarette.

"How would you know what a woman likes?"

You couldn't help but laugh, and neither could Faye it seemed.

"I'll let you take a guess." She gestured herself up and down, allowing both of you to take in the sight of her curves through her pajamas. "Use your critical thinking skills." Spike fought off the urge to roll his eyes and instead turned to you.

"(Y/N), who do you think is better at sex?" He asked sincerely, clearly trying to prove a point.

"Oh, I'd love to find out." You answered. You weren't sure if his question was a joke or not, but after you gave your answer, it was clear this was no longer a joking manner.

And so began their standoff. You weren't sure how long you had been stuck like this, but with the way they both looked at you, then each other left you desperate for contact. For satisfaction. For something. (And ideally before Jet returned with your sister.) Your free hand reached over for the bottle of whiskey Spike had left on the table.

Liquid courage you thought to yourself before opening it and taking a swig.

"Listen," You sighed. "I'm bisexual and horny." Both of them raised their eyebrows in interest. "So can someone please make the first move before I-"

It was Spike who cut you off. With one swift move of his lanky arm he swiped all the contents off the coffee table, then reached over to lock his lips onto yours. Wasting no time, he gently tugged at your hair, slipping his tongue into your mouth when you gasped. He tasted like stale cigarette smoke, but you couldn't bring yourself to care with the way you melted into his touch.

"Hey!" Faye cried from her spot on the couch opposite him. Shortly after, you felt her crawl behind you and attach her lips to your neck. Her nimble hands reached around your form to dive between your thighs. At the same time, Spike's hands moved from your hair to your breasts, kneading at the clothed mounds. Faye's lips left your neck to focus on pulling your skirt up, and Spike's lips immediately took their place. He seemed determined to mark every inch of your skin as his. his. His.

Nobody else's.

He pulled your shirt off in one fluid motion and left more bruises on the newly exposed skin. Faye's hand slipped beneath your underwear and rubbed slow teasing circles into your clit. You let out a soft moan, letting your head roll back to rest on her shoulder. Spike took advantage of the easier access and attached to your neck once again, sucking a dark circular bruise at the hollow of your throat.

Faye's attention moved to Spike for a moment, watching him try to devour you like an animal.

"Trying to prove something?" She asked teasingly. "Our poor girl has so many hickies she looks like a leper." Your cheeks burned at her words. Less out of shame and more at the sound of being called 'our girl.' Your hands almost instinctively reached out to Spike again and pull his mouth back to your skin. He met Faye's gaze with a shit eating grin.

"I don't have to prove anything." He answered. "And you?"

She rolled her eyes. He didn't wait for a response. Spike's mouth trailed from your throat to the valley of your breasts, and down your stomach. Love bites were left in a straight line all the way down, stopping below your naval. You whined when he pulled away to admire his work.

A perfectly straight line. He thought to himself. An achievement only he cared about, sure, but God you looked so fucking good.

"Never knew you were a perfectionist." Faye snarked.

"Looks even better from the front." He joked back. Spike's attention was now fully on your body. "Quite a sight for sore eyes..." He mumbled to himself. His lips met yours once more in a kiss that was surprisingly tender for the man that just marked every inch of your skin as his own.

Something he was trying to savor.

He then moved to kiss all of the marks he left, trailing from your neck and shoulders down your collarbone, to your throat, between your breasts, and all the way down to where he left off below your naval. His hands made quick work of removing your skirt and panties, then throwing your legs over each of his shoulders. Your lips locked on to Faye's.

The taste of stale cigarette smoke was much easier to tolerate when mixed with the lingering taste of strawberry lipgloss.

Frustration washed over you in a second wave as Spike kept himself from where you needed him most. You let out a pathetic whine against Faye's lips. Spike muttered something to himself which you missed the first part of.

"Do something or I'll take your place and you can have your fun with my seconds- are you saying grace?!"

Faye's confusion peaked your interest at what the man between your legs was whispering to himself.

"-blessed are you Lord our God, King of the universe, by whose word all things came to be."

You and Faye locked eyes for a moment in amusement before you heard his voice again. "I've started praying before all of my meals again." You bit back a laugh, which died in your throat when he gave your clit an experimental suck. "Especially one this divine." He argued. You couldn't tell if he was joking or not.

And you couldn't bring yourself to care when he dove in and ate you out like a man starved. Her lips caught yours again, and swallowed your moans and cries as she worked to undress herself.

When she pulled away from you, your eyes watched her hungry and impatient as she slowly peeled what remained of her clothes off. You would savor it more if you could keep your eyes open. It was clear they were fighting for your attention. When Spike slipped two of his fingers in, you allowed yourself to fully lay back and let him take you however he wanted. Her weight sank into the chair across from you, watching Spike make you cum first. Her hand slid between her legs to match the pace at which Spike was fingering you. His fingers curled up to hit your g-spot, with a strong suction on your clit to match. His eyes watched you with pride as you reached your first orgasm of the evening.

"Faye," You called, still trying to catch your breath. You reached your hands out and made grabby motions, begging for her to come close to you once more. Spike made work of ridding himself of his suit, shamelessly drinking in Faye as he did so. You didn't have to say anything more. She already knew what you wanted. You moved your head to allow room for her legs on either side. She straddled your face and slowly lowered herself down to your waiting lips.

You couldn't bring yourself to waste time waiting for Spike. Your tongue had been desperate for her taste since you first met her eye. The craving burned inside of you when you first got the taste of her lips. Strawberry and cigarette smoke lingered in your mind. A reminder that she was once there, insatiable until you got your hands on her again.

Now you had something to prove.

Your arms reached up to lock her legs in place around your head, hands kneading at the soft flesh to remind her that she belonged there. With your head between her legs, eating her pussy like it was your last meal.

It was ambrosia. The nectar of the gods. Heaven was between Faye's thighs and you wanted to spend the rest of your life savoring the taste.

You almost didn't notice Spike spreading your legs apart to slide inside of you. Relief flooded you when he slipped fully inside, your hips meeting his. He grabbed your hips with a grip that indicated to you he had no intention to be gentle.

You didn't want him to be.

His pace was brutal and sloppy. His pleasure was the only thing he could think of. All other thoughts were clouded by thehe way your cunt sucked him back in when he pulled out, like it was made for him. Like he belonged there. The the tight, wet warmth of your body had him practically drooling. He was obsessed with the sight of his cock disappearing inside of you with each thrust.

He used your cunt like he owned it, and was going to be the death of you. Your mouth stilled with each time he hit your cervix with the tip of his cock. Spike's lips met Faye's in a sloppy kiss, more teeth and tongue than anything else. A truce of sorts. You felt one of Faye's hands reach behind her to grab at your hair. Spike's left hand loosened the bruising grip on your hips to rub at your clit. The way you tightened around him as you got closer almost made him cum himself. He couldn't hold out for much longer. His pace got harder and faster. His fingers pressing against your clit was making you feel so good that you were in tears under Faye.

"That's it, baby. Let yourself go." He coaxed. You hardly needed an invitation. Your pussy tightening around him as your orgasm washed over you was just what he needed to let himself go as well. He bit into Faye's bottom lip as he came inside of you. White warmth flooded your insides and flowed out onto your skin when he pulled out. The vibrations of your moans against Faye's clit let her orgasm hit her soon after. Her body shook on top of you as she squirted all over your chest.

Spike wished he had a camera on him. The memories of this would be good enough for him to never watch porn again. He leaned back to catch his breath. You and Faye both collapsed on his chest, allowing yourselves to do the same.

The silence was broken by you after what felt like a lifetime.

"Alright, team. Good game! Let's hit the showers and then we'll do it again." You joked. The two of them raised their eyebrows at you. "What? In order to give a fair answer as to who's better, I need to get a good understanding of both of you." You left the two of them for the bathroom.

Spike and Faye looked at each other, then back to where you once stood, then back to each other.

"Don't you fucking think about it-" Faye started, but Spike didn't bother to listen. He pushed her off and ran after you to the shower.

"Too late. I've got something to prove."

"Ugh."

Faye followed suit, tugging him back by his hair to beat him to where you were.

#i don't remember the source of that gif i found it in my phone #if u made this gif and want me to credit u pls reach out to me bc it's great work n i love it #ns/fw #cowboy bebop imagines #cowboy bebop x reader #spike Spiegel x reader #Spike Spiegel imagines #faye Valentine x reader #Faye Valentine imagines #cowboy bebop smut #cowboy bebop #long post #pronouns used: she/her/hers

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harmony88 · 3 years

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Absolutely love your writing, I've been binging both series for the last week and I am obsessed. I was wondering, if you want to do it in your universe or not I'd love it - but you would be able to write something where the Doctor and Rose end up cuddling after a really hard day? If there is snogging I won't be mad. LOL . Thanks for your stories! They're great!

Hi there! Oh you made my WHOLE day! I'm so glad you like them! And I'd be happy to write something up! I just jotted this down, hope you enjoy! :)

It didn't proof it and I didn't write it as if it was part the verse you've been reading persay, but I suppose it could take place prior to the start of those series if you want, or just be a different AU entirely. I'll let you decide! Thank you!♥️

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They stumbled onto the TARDIS covered in mud and smelling a little bit like death. Normally, a hyperbolic thought of that nature would cause him to smile, then ramble, then run to the library and pull down all the texts he could find to prove his point disproving the hyperbole, but that wasn't going to happen today.

He was finding letting go of her hand rather difficult, if not impossible, and she stayed by his side as they approached the console table and returned to the Vortex, where time and space lingered in limbo, just as they liked it.

He glanced over at her, noticing the dirt that was caked onto her cheeks, and he resisted the urge to rub it off with his thumb. She didn't say anything, but she did lean against the controls and sigh, watching as he shifted his focus from her face to the bloody wires that always seemed to his constant companion when it came to deflecting, and she bit her lip.

"I'm going to go take a shower," she whispered. He nodded, still playing with the wires. A moment passed, and she inched her way a little closer to him. "Can I have my hand back?"

"Sure," he said, choosing not to banter. even though he desperately wanted to. "Sorry."

"No one got hurt," she told him.

He stiffened, but he smiled and shrugged the way the words settled in his stomach off, and gestured toward to hallway. "Off you go, Rose Tyler."

She hesitated, and she almost kissed his cheek, but the mud and sweat that was illuminated in the light of the console room convinced her not to, and instead she smiled at him, her tongue doing it's usual thing, and she wasn't entirely surprised when his eyes dropped to her lips for a moment before they returned to the wires. "I'll see you soon?"

"Not if I see you first," he replied, and they both felt the sheer awkwardness of this conversation reach a new point, making her dart down the hallway, desperate to wash away this entire day.

The moment she was gone he collapsed into the pilot's seat, and he buried his face in his hands.

He's had her back for two weeks, and he was trying so hard to make it feel like she never left. He was boisterous always, (except right now he supposed). He was constantly bringing up the past, making jokes and reminiscing, but on each adventure they had gone on so far, in the back of their heads it was there - the lingering dread, the utter fear that the universe wasn't going to let this last, and they were on edge. All the time.

They were falling through space and time. Clinging to the skin of this tiny little world, unable to fathom letting go. Not after everything. Not after losing each other once, and that intrinsic fear was more than he could handle at any given second.

But her smile made it worth it.

He'd burnt up a sun, and he would burn a thousand more if meant he got to keep her.

He was telling himself it would get better, but so far none of their trips in the last couple of weeks had been very quiet - from meeting a fiery red head in a wedding dress to today, where she was taken to a dungeon and nearly beheaded because they apparently didn't follow proper greeting customs in the 190th century (he had sworn handshakes were still culturally acceptable, but apparently he was wrong), and she spent three hours trying to escape while he spent three hours trying to break in, and well...

They did a lot of running, and a lot of fighting, and somehow they were covered in mud. And all he could think about the entire time was how bloody close he got to losing her again, and he wasn't okay.

He wasn't even a little bit okay.

But he stood and walked to his own ensuite, showering the evidence of his fear down the drain, and eventually he walked out into the library in a fresh suit, with a fresh fire and a fresh pot of tea, and he settled into his armchair with a book he didn't really pay attention to the title of, when he suddenly sensed her waiting in the archway.

He looked over his shoulder at her, his breath catching in his throat when he saw her golden locks tucked up in a rather damp messy bun. She wore a loose t-shirt, one that was a little tattered and clearly loved, but it was her rubber duck pajama pants that was making his hearts break, because he knew what they meant.

She wasn't okay either.

"Hello," he chimed, flashing her a smile.

"Hello," she whispered, and she began to rock on her feet a little awkwardly, playing the bottom of her shirt. "Can I come in?"

"You don't ever have to ask that," he told her, his voice more serious and more tender than he intended, and he swore she blushed. He clenched his jaw and turned his attention back to his book, but he set it down of the table next to his chair and watched her cross to the sofa, tucking her body into a fetal position on the cushions.

She suddenly looked so small it made him want to run to her, but he stayed where he was. Neither spoke for many minutes, but when he saw some tears fall onto her cheeks he was there, curling up behind her, and he pulled her onto his chest.

"It's okay," he whispered.

"It wasn't even that big of deal," she whimpered, her tears growing more uncontrolled. "I'm sorry. I'm going to go -"

She tried to pull away, but he caught her hand before she could and gave her a careful look, and she couldn't help but notice his freckles as they danced against the flames of the fire. For some reason it felt...powerful, or something, she didn't quite have the words, but it was impossible to look away from him and she began to trace her lips with her tongue, lost in thought.

"What?" he whispered. "What are you -"

"Nothing."

"Rose -"

"I'm okay," she insisted. "What about you?"

"Oh, I'm alright," he said, sniffing and leaning back against the sofa. "Think I'm just going to wipe handshakes from my memory, though."

She smiled, and he smiled back, eyes locked and hearts thudding madly in their chests. "What about hand holding?"

"What about it?" he asked.

"You still okay with it?" she said so quietly he barely heard her, and the smile he gave her sent her heart straight to her stomach and her head tripping over her heels.

"Well," he began, the word croaking in his throat, "I s'pose they are loads better than warp drives or wormhole refractors."

He was doing it again, calling back to the past in hopes it made her feel at home, and she bit her lip, slipping her hand in between his and settling back onto the cushion properly, but this time they stayed sitting up. He wrapped his other arm around her waist and pulled her as close as he allowed himself to let her be, and the impulse to kiss her hair was nearly all-consuming.

He didn't.

He just squeezed her hand.

"Thank you," she whispered. "For coming to get me."

Her words were soft, but they were loaded, and he knew she didn't mean today.

"You don't have to thank me for that," he replied. She smiled.

"I do."

"Please don't."

He looked down at her, tracing every curve of her face slowly, oh so slowly, so slowly it was rather unfair, because it was stirring a heat and a need and a desire in her that she knew she'd never be able to act on. And before she could stop herself, she brought her hand up to his cheek and gently rubbed the line of his jaw, her fingers ghosting over his skin, warm to the touch and soft as silk, and he shuddered.

She watched his Adam's apple bob once, then twice, and she knew it was just a matter of seconds before he pulled away and started telling her about their next big adventure.

Any second now.

Any second.

"Rose..." he whispered, his breath hitting her cheek.

Any second.

The room started to feel warm in a way a she knew had nothing to do with the fire. Her skin was prickly, wishing so much that it was closer to him, as close as she could be, tangled around him and lost in his arms. It was unbearable, the centimeters between their chests, and his gaze was intoxicating, burning into her, and she noticed his chest was starting to rise and fall in a way he hadn't been before.

His lips parted ever so slightly, and his eyes fell from her face back down to her lips, which she licked before she could stop herself. "Doctor -"

"Stop talking," he said breathlessly and urgently, and he next thing she knew he had his hands on her lower back, pulling her onto his lap, and he was kissing her. She moaned at the suddenness of it, and at the way they seemed to skip a few steps and go straight to grinding against each other with their clothes still on, and he deepened the kiss so his tongue found hers, then snaked his hands under her baggy t-shirt and stopped when he realized she wasn't a bra.

"It's okay," she nearly screamed, but he seemed to realize what was happening and just cleared his throat, and he slipped his hands away, leaving them at his side. "Doctor, please?"

"Not like this," he said, surprising himself. She was stunned and just stared at him, and he made a face of embarrassment. "I meant. Not that I've thought about it, or, just....Maybe not when we're both feeling. Well..."

She smiled, placing her lips back on his slowly, and he couldn't stop the moan from escaping his throat. "Stop talking."

He swallowed hard.

"I'm never going to leave you," she whispered, her hands finding their way into his hair. "Do you believe me?"

"I..." he stammered, closing his eyes. "Yes."

"Good," she hummed. "Then dance with me."

He opened his eyes, but to his surprise she was sliding her body off of his and walking over to the record player in the corner of the room, turning it on and letting a soft melody filter into the room. He stared at her, captivated entirely as she reached out her hand and wiggled her fingers. He took her hand, but rather than stand and sway with her amidst the sea of books and glow of the fireplace, he tugged her back down onto the couch, and he gently laid her down. He hovered above her, kissing her softly, and his hands stayed on her hips, rubbing small circles over her t-shirt. She wasn't going to push him, but she responded in kind, her arms wrapped around his neck, and he groaned her name, still not trying to escalate anything beyond the snog, and she was finding she was absolutely okay with that.

"I think we should move to the bedroom," he said in her ear, and she changed her mind instantly.

"Yeah," she said, but before they had a chance to move, the TARDIS jolted and knocked them off of the couch, their heads clanking and subsequently spinning. "OW."

"You okay?" he asked, and she nodded, standing up with him as they ran to console to see what the hell was wrong. He sighed.

"Fancy a trip aboard an intergalatic war machine?" he asked her with a gleam in his eye.

"Do we have a choice?" she teased. "I'LL GRAB THE PSYCHIC PAPER!"

She was running to her bedroom to change clothes, and he watched her go, sighing and rubbing a hand over his face.

Oh, he was in trouble.

#fanfic #request #doctorandrose #tenthdoctor #rosetyler #thank you for the fun request anon!

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isimp4hawkz · 3 years

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The Thief

(Hawks x Fem OC)

this is an old fic of mine, back when i first got into hawks (what have i become?) i never published it. please bear with my undeveloped writing :} and on behalf of my pre-obsessed self, i hope you enjoy reading this as much as i did writing it.

-Edited slightly-

-Not 100% canon-

-Some aspects may seem far fetched-

Words: 2k

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Hawks’ POV

Recently, I've been cycling through a continuous loop of circumstances whereas every time that I'm about a millisecond away from saving someone in danger- the same, new, and hot pro hero swoops in right on the knick of time and steals my shot.

A spontaneous looker of a woman who went by the hero name Tundra. I hadn't ever heard of her before the little debut she had as of last week, as goes with most rookies. But this one was quick to gain her prominence in this city.

Do I honestly care all that much? Not really.

I think it's cool when a brand new hero who's fresh out of their side-kicking days steps up and climbs through the ranks, earning themselves a little popularity with the citizens as they answer their calls for help.

And to be frank, I've been taking it easy these days. More than I usually would. Out on the beaches during the day, and partying all throughout the night. Free time was scarce for me. I definitely won't put off having a good time while I still can.

Sure, if someone happens to be in danger on the way to the club, or down on the twisting roads that lead down to the shore, I swoop in and save the day.

The locals around here had basically memorized my name from years of service, but I was afraid that my name had become a blur in the mixture of countless other hero's.

Hell, maybe I'm just being dramatic. It's not like they could actually forget me of course. I'm the number 2 hero in all of Japan, how could you forget me?

You'd think that taking a short hiatus would gain me some sort of up in demand from the fans, but it was the exact opposite of that. I had fallen down to 4th in the approval ratings, instead of remaining proud in my little silver throne.

All because of her...and my own laziness.

And then, I decided that that was enough fun...to some extent...for now at least. It was time to head back into the city, and reclaim my throne—or, at least try to.

I settled onto the roof of my favorite building, it was the tallest one around here. If I wanted to catch a crime in progress, here would be the optimal place to start, where I had an eagle eye view of the city.

It’s funny, being up on this tower reminds me all too much of when I first met the vixen for myself.

An interesting encounter it was.

This is how it went;

I grunted when my wings had suddenly twitched with premonition midair. It was a natural reaction that occurred when something was about to happen, usually abruptly without much warning, a small shiver that pulsated through every single one of my feathers in the blink of an eye.

Instantaneously, two flashes of white sped past me in a blur of haste, followed by a gust of wind that physically made me wobble in my flight.

Ahead of me now flew someone. With a pair of wings as white as snow itself, feathers littered with black markings.

"Woah-" I uttered as I regained my balance, blinking in shock.

They were soon just a barely vivible spec in the distance.

'Huh...Well that's new. Can't remember the last time I saw another winged person besides...'

That person's name was long since lost in my memories. Last I heard, they'd transferred to another hero agency in distant city.

I'd only shrugged it off.

It was best to just continue my leisurely flight. I was in no rush, after all. I've waited this long to get back into the game, what's a few spare minutes of taking my time got on me?

The office building stood tall, barely piercing the sky. It's thin structure made it look like just the faintest breeze could make it topple.

A draft of wind blew viciously against me. It was much cooler up here, the air was naturally a bit thinner. Not that I wasn't used to it, but it had been well over a week since I'd gone here.

I exhaled peacefully as I took my perch on one of the building's edges, gazing down at the city. The sun was beginning to dip into the horizon, lighting the land with tranquil variants of orange and pink. People looked like mere ants from up here, scurrying aside toy vehicles.

The sunsets always looked so nice from here.

Most would see this as a time to be at home and prepare themselves for bed. But for a villain, it was happy hour. A time for iniquity to prosper in the shadows.

'Now then, let's see if we can find any-'

"Hey there." A voice had spoke from behind me, causing my feathers to stand on edge and bolt me into the air on instinct with one strong flap. I immediately whirled around, dumbfounded.

A woman stood before me. The pearly white pair of wings sprouting elegantly from her back and dotted with black markings taking me back to moments ago. They fluttered subtly as she studied me.

'That's strange...why didn't I sense her?'

She sported an inviting smile on her face, yet I could tell by the look in her eye that she was unsure of what to think of me. "Sorry for startling you. Come up here to wait for the stars?" She asks as she looks thoughtfully into the distant sky.

Her eyes shone a sharp grey that caught the sinking glow of the sun. The costume she wore wasn't exactly loose against her skin, ivory feathers imprinted into the fabric around her waist. Curves hugged in all the right places. Rather stunning.

'A hero?'

I must've been staring in a daze for too long, because she'd cleared her throat, shifting her weight from one leg to another in a little rocking motion.

I honestly didn't know what to think of her myself. I've never seen her before.

Mild curiosity somehow got the better of me in seconds. I'd've liked to get a bit of information off of her for my own self pleasure. A little flirtatious prodding would do the trick just fine.

"Now why would I waste my time lookin' up there when there's a much better view down here?"

She sucked in her cheek, never breaking eye contact with me as descended back down onto the platform so we were at the same level, hands dug deep in my pockets. Slapping on one of my signature lazy smirks, I continued, "So tell me, what's a beauty like yourself doin' all the way up here on this fine evening?"

My feathers had suddenly puffed up. It had startled me, but I managed to play it off with a small stretch.

That only happened whenever I wanted to give off a sense of superiority towards another individual, among other things.

She eyed my new display curiously. "Y'know, I could ask you the same—In fact I already did, actually—minus the little pick up line of course." She avoided the question, responding with a little quick-witted remark. It was hard to tell if she was hiding something, or if she's just being cautious.

"Well if you'd really like to know, I'm on duty. This is where I come to sort of survey everything."

She nodded, agreeing that that was a reasonable answer, and when I asked her about her own intentions, she responded with, "Oh, similar reasons. You're looking at a newbie trying to find her way in a foreign country, all while taking steps towards her dream of making something of herself.”

"New here huh? Excuse my manners, or lack of. Allow me to introduce myself. Wing Hero: Hawks." I gave her a curt bow, "Last time I checked, I'm still in the top 10 heroes in the country."

She gives me a strange look after taking my words into consideration. "Hawks..." The way my name rolled off her tongue as she sounded it aloud for herself made me swallow a lump. "In the top 10 you say? Never heard of ya—Granted, I've never really heard of anyone around these parts." She looked over into the horizon, rubbing her bicep. She seemed deliberately captivated by the colors settling onto the land.

'So she claims to be new to the country...'

I wouldn't doubt it too much. The honey color etched across her skin would definitely make others think twice about where she's from. There's also a small accent lingering at the back of her tone, I find it sexy.

Still, I'm rather curious about her, so I'll say something a bit more patronizing as an experiment, testing the waters or whatever. I bring my arms behind my head, looking over at the sunset. "Don't feel bad about being in the blind side. A newbie wouldn't know much about me in the first place unless they're some kind of huge fan, or even a stalker."

Then the look that burgeoned in her eye enthralled me. A corrosive flare. It spoke clear words. 'I don't like when people assume things about me.'

I almost bit my lip. 'That's hot.'

She sighed out nasally. "I can assure you, I'm neither one of those. Owl hero: Tundra." She barely spat that out as she crossed her arms, unintentionally making her breasts bulge in their bindings. "I've been on official duty in this city for over 72 hours now." She looked aside.

'Well that explains the wings.' Wouldn't a quirk like that be manifested from up North? But her skin and accent...She's a living cocktail.

And so I pressed on, chuckling. "I knew it. That cluelessness is bound to stem from lack of experience."

She raised an eyebrow as she met my eyes again. "Excuse me?"

The calmness in her voice was almost unsettling. It threw me for a loop. I genuinely can't think of any other female I've meet who could keep such a level-headed reaction up while being involuntarily insulted.

Those reactions were coaxing me to push her buttons. 'Let's see how far you'd go to remain in complete, professional control...'

"Don't take it personally, pigeon, it's just a fact." I was mostly betting on the bold assumption that she wouldn't take that nickname too kindly, and boy was I right.

"Pigeon?-" Her eyes flared along with a trembling fluff of her feathers. From the back of her throat came a short, rumbling sound resembling a hoot. Telling me I was crossing boundaries in a coherent avian language. Her pupils constricted, staring daggers straight through me.

'Hm. Definitely got bird of prey in her. Or maybe that's just her.'

I cooed mockingly in response, my wings unfurling widely to fan at her. Come at me.

The tension in the air weighed a ton as we stared each other down like natural enemies for a few lengthy seconds.

She seemed to have taken that as a challenge, but to my disappointment, she was quick to recompose herself, allowing her once erect feathers to relax against her back with a curt roll of her shoulders. Her eyes dilated back, though still a bit on the small side as she looked at me. I could feel it in every barb of my feathers, she was ready to tackle me a few moments ago.

It was sad to say that I found myself mildly disappointed. Mildly because to put it short, that reaction would've had my tail wagging if I were a dog. Well worth the effort it took to bring it to light.

She huffed out a breath. "You know what? I should probably be on my way. I'm wasting my time here. Good evening, Hawk man."

And with that, she calmly whirled around, unintentionally flashing me a great view of her juicy thighs and ass as she stormed off to the edge of the building, not forgetting to dramatically spread her wings.

Every step she took made those thighs shake. Holy fuck.

I had to will myself to not stop her. This urging curiosity to know more about this woman was certainly bubbling in its wake. Can't be the last time I'll see her. I don't think I'd allow it, actually.

She didn't look back as she jumped off the edge of the building, swooping down into the depths of the city.

I sighed, eyes promptly returning to study the calmness below. 'She's got a bit of a fire to her, doesn't she?'

"I'll stick a bit of a fire up your ass." A faint slur of mumbles drifted through the wind, making me blink confusedly as it reached my ears.

When I turned to look, there was no one.

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