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Would you do Predator (Yautja) x F!reader Nfsw đ¤
đ Yautja (Predator) x F!Reader NSFW Headcanons đ
â ď¸ warning: Alien x Human intimacy (monsterf*cking), Size difference kink, Breeding kink & cum play, Rough sex/primal dynamics, Obsessive behaviors, stalking (soft yandere elements)
âžDNI divider by @cafekitsuneâ
𦴠He watches. Long before he ever touches you, he hunts you with his eyes. The Yautja are voyeurs by instinctâ youâre studied through cloaking tech, from treetops or rooftops, tracked as if you were dangerous prey. He memorizes your scent, movements, and even the sounds you make when youâre alone. Itâs obsessive.
𦴠Touch is rare among his kindâ but for you? He indulges. Thick, clawed hands dwarf your body. The first time he touches your bare skin, itâs like heâs reverent. He traces over your spine like itâs some sacred map, rumbling low in his chest as your skin shivers.
𦴠Yautja are massiveâ upwards of 7+ feet tall, heavily muscled, and intimidating in both presence and size. You feel like prey beneath him. in the best way.
𦴠Their cock is slightly alien, knot-like at the base with a ridged shaft meant to stimulate. It secretes a slick, cooling fluid with a faint metallic tangâ helps stretch you and numb your pain. Theyâre not built to be gentle, but your Predator wants you to survive his love.
𦴠He purrs and clicks when aroused. His inner mandibles twitch, opening and fluttering as his chest rumblesâ itâs like a sound bath, meant to soothe and dominate all at once. You feel it between your legs before you realize heâs even touched you.
𦴠He takes his timeâ at first. His culture views sex not just as pleasure but as conquest and bonding. Expect slow, grinding thrusts that eventually ramp into full, brutal fucking. The pace he sets feels overwhelming, like youâre being asserted.
𦴠Youâre often pinned. Held down by one massive hand on your back or both of your wrists in one palm. His weight is terrifying but deliciousâ pressing you down into pelts or the jungle floor while he ravages you.
𦴠He growls into your neck, mandibles brushing against your skin, sometimes biting just hard enough to bruise. His orgasm is violent, body shuddering, teeth grit, and he doesnât pull out. itâs not in his instinct to share his seed.
𦴠Breeding kink to the extreme. Even if youâre human and incompatible, he doesnât care. He wants to fill you until youâre dripping with him, over and over, like some sacred fertility rite.
𦴠Scent play- he gets addicted to the smell of your arousal. Will stuff your underwear in his gear, wear your scent proudly like a badge of honor.
𦴠He loves resistance. Not because he wants to hurt youâ but because that push-and-pull triggers his hunting instincts. If you bite, scratch, or try to escape mid-act, it drives him feral. Heâll growl, chase, pin, and fuck you harder to remind you who the apex is.
𦴠Your moans make him go quiet. The louder you are, the more stunned he gets. You are soft, human, fragileâ and the sounds you make when he touches you? Sacred. Heâs still learning how you work, what breaks you, what makes you beg.
𦴠Pheromones go wild during sex. Youâll feel it in the air: heavy, sweet, oppressive. It gets into your lungs, your skin, your brainâ clouding your thoughts until all you can do is take what he gives you and whimper his name.
𦴠If itâs a mating ritual, expect multiple rounds. Heâll knot, stay buried inside you for hours, purring and grinding lazily while you twitch and squirm under him.
𦴠He hides you. Keeps you deep in his territory or spaceship where no one else can see you. You are his mateâ not a showpiece.
𦴠takes you in dangerous places: his trophy room, the jungle, mid-hunt. The thrill of someone sensing it fuels him.
Heyo! Finally gotten around to requesting!! Ok so for Raphael of 2003: Back To The Sewers, how would Reader! react to Raphael height change? And how would Raphael react to being the same height now?
I remember when I was younger and finding out that Raphael grow taller and was my height I was over the hills!
Image Reader! being taller than Raph when they fell in love before they Fast Forward and when he comes back a year later heâs now eye level with Reader!
Love your writing! No pressure to write!
Youâve Grown (Fluff)
BTTS!Raphael x reader
A/N: Damn, can you give out some inches? Lol, just kidding. Keep your beautiful heightâ¤ď¸ I have made a few changes in regards to your requests. Itâs never pinpointed exactly when they fall in love, but it becomes more and more clear throughout the story. And in regards to heights, Iâve changed it a little bit as well. Iâm a little mip at 163cm, so Raphâs 174 is perfect in my book. Anyway, the reader's height is never stated, but they remain a little taller than Raph before Fast Forward. However, at the end, Raph actually grows taller than the reader. Itâs never stated by how much, only that the reader has to look up, and even then, itâs never stated how far they have to look up. Hope youâll enjoy!â¤ď¸
Raph and reader are 15 at the start of the story, and 19 at the endâ¤ď¸
Warnings: Loooong, underage drinking, I might have cried a little bit at the end nglâ¤ď¸
One could describe you and Raphaelâs relationship in many ways. Some would have called you best friends, who liked to tease and fight over the smallest things. Others would have called you a pair of wild dogs, due to the amount of playful bickering that went on between the two of you. But one thing everybody could agree on, was that your bond was unlike any other.
Whenever something big or newsworthy happened in your life, Raph was the first person you turned to, and when Raph learned a new trick with his sais or played a good prank on Mikey, you were the first he ran to in order to tell about it. If someone were looking for one of you, the other was not far behind, and if someone couldnât find one of you, the other always knew (not that you always would tell whoever was asking).
You and Raph were just two teenagers, hanging out like normal teenagers would - except, one of you was a mutant ninja turtle living in the sewers of New York City, but who cares? You had many different types of friends in all shapes, sizes and looks, so a mutant would be much different. You were accepting of all kinds of people, and it was that friendly acceptance and easy goingness that made Raph gravitate towards you. He found you were nice to be around, and found that in your presence, he felt almost normal. Sure, he had Casey and April, who he also considered very close, but they were grown adults in their early to mid 20âs.
April was more like this caring and much older sister, who at times almost stepped in like a mom, and Casey very much felt like older sisterâs boyfriend, who her brothers just seemed to get along with very well. Especially Raph, who very much saw Casey as a close friend, and yet another (maybe not as stable) male role model in his life. Casey liked to do the same things as Raph, but it didnât feel like the same when he was with you. If Raph tried to talk about certain topics with Casey, he would start off sounding like this cool older guy, who had all these answers. But then he would trail off, slowly sounding like a strange mix between Master Splinter, Leonardo and Michelangelo, all while making less and less sense, until he finally found a way to bring April up. It just didnât work or felt the same.
But with you, Raph could talk openly about so many things, he just couldn't talk to other people about. He could rant about his brothers (and on very rare occasions, his father), his feelings, thoughts and fears, and you just seemed to get it. There was just something about that teenage angst, that only other teenagers seemed to understand and be willing to take seriously, in ways adults just wouldnât. And though you didnât always experience the same feelings as Raph did, nor held the same amounts of frustration for certain things, you still understood him. You knew those feelings from other aspects of your life, and just like he shared his things with you, you shared yours with him.
When the two of you were 15 and had just met, it wasnât strange for Raph to sneak out in order to hang out with you, on the roof of your apartment building. You joked around, ate all sorts of snacks you had brought along, just so Raph could have a taste of them. And with 15 year olds being 15 year olds, Raphâs brothers took notice of your friendship immediately. Raph, hanging out with a girl alone? Bringing the same girl to the lair so they could hangout on the couch until late at night, before finally falling asleep on opposite ends of the same couch early in the morning? Yeah, that was way too good of an opportunity to pass up. It became commonplace for his brothers to tease him, calling you his girlfriend whenever you werenât around, much to the hot headâs annoyance. But the teasing would only get worse with time.
At 16, you and Raph decided to become trouble makers, and tried underage drinking for the first time together. You had found some of your parentsâ cheap liquor, before climbing up on the roof with Raph, where you watched the few of the stars that were visible, despite the light pollution of the city, taking large swings of the bottle, until you were both laying flat against the roof. It was here you mentioned someone from your high school, who you had started to develop a crush on. Raph tried to be helpful, listening to you talk about them. They were pretty, handsome, funny and tall. And for the first time ever, he didnât just feel subconscious about his green exterior, his lack of digits on hands and feet, the large shell on his back and his lack of hair, now he could also add height to the list. And that was when the realisation hit him - he was shorter than you. Not by much, but he was still shorter. And for some reason, that realization made him feel some type of way that he didnât even dare to tell you about.
Once again, Raphâs brothers were quick to pick up on things, he didnât want them to poke their lacking noses into. Raph started to measure his height. At first it was just a quick check, but soon it turned into something he did pretty much every morning. And of course, they had to mention it to you while you visited the lair. But you were as calm, casual and accepting as ever, giving Raph a side hug, telling him and the others that it was okay. You thought that it was cute that he was a little shorter. And once you left the lair, that sentence would he yelled at Raph in high pitch tones, until he started hunting in brothers down with the intention of beating them up.
At 17, you had your first romantic partner. And just like your crush a year earlier, they were good looking and tall. It was a short lived relationship that ended almost as soon as it had started. Raph pretended not to feel relieved by it, staying by your side as your supportive friend as you got through the teenage breakup. Raph had never met the person (thankfully), but he had seen them. Not that Raph would admit it, but he has once watched the two of you on walk, just to see whoever had managed to get a hold of his best friend. And the first thing he noticed was their height. Taller than you, to the point where you almost had to stand on your toes in order to kiss them. Not that Raph stayed long enough to see it, but his vivid imagination had already played that scene in his head, more than he liked it to.
But once you got over your break up, everything was back to normal. Or, almost. You still hangout, got drunk on a few weekends, and watched movies later than what should be allowed. Raphâs brothers still teased him, but now they would sometimes whistle at the two of you. How a death stare from two people could look so much alike, was still a mystery they liked to joke about. Once you even yelled at them, in a way much like Raph would do, but you said it in a way Raph never could get out of his head.
âAre you saying a boy and a girl canât be friends?â, you asked in a stern voice. That question shouldnât have cut him as deep as it should have, but it did. A boy and a girl. Not a man and a woman? All of you were almost 18, and you still called him a boy. Was that because that was how you saw him? As someone small with a feisty temper at times, who would forever be just that, small. Shorter than you.
At 18, a lot happened. So much that even after all Raph and his family and friends have been through, he would probably call it the most turbulent time of his life.
A short time after the turtles had celebrated their 18th birthday, Casey brought Raph out to an abandoned theme park so that they could explore it. Here they found an old minigolf park, and decided to see who could send a ball flying over the ferris wheel. It was here, after Raph took a swing, sending a ball flying into one of the wheel carts with so much power that it caused a large dent, Casey finally decided to ask Raph something. Not make fun of Raph, but actually ask him.
âDoes (Y/N) know ya have a thing for her?â
Raph blinked a few times, taken aback by the question. One thing was to be teased for almost three years straight, but to have someone ask him. Raph wasnât prepared for that.
âWhat are ya talkinâ about?â, Raph asked, looking at Casey like he was a lunatic.
âYa know exactly what Iâm talkinâ aboutâ, Casey answered, swinging a ball with so much power, it hit one of the wheel beams with an echoing bang. âAs ya grow older, ya start to develop an eye for such thingsâ.
Raph chewed the inside of his cheek, thinking about his next words carefully, realizing he might just be about to admit something he had tried to avoid for years.
âNoâ, Raph finally said, searching the ground for another ball so he didnât have to look at Casey. âI donât think she knowsâ. Raph found another ball, young the club to roll it over in front of him. âAnd I donât think she cares about me like thatâ.
âWhy not?â, Casey asked, leaning on his way too short club, looking more comical than he had intended to.
Raph shrugged his shoulders. âShe doesn't think Iâm man enoughâ.
Casey laughed out loud, which caused Raph to shoot him a glare.
âDude, if anybody would be man enough, it would be youâ, Casey laughed, before he started counting reasons on his free hand. âNinja, saved New York City more than once, have gained mystical powers, travelled through time and space. Hell, do ya remember the time the Purple Dragons had me captured? Ya kicked some serious buttâ.
âYeah, but thatâs not the sameâ, Raph said, twisting the club in his hand, eyes focusing on somewhere just left from the golf ball on the ground. âIt doesnât change the way she sees meâ.
âHey man, listenâ, Casey said, placing a firm hand on his shoulder. âSometimes it may not seem like the people we care about, view us the way we want them to, but thatâs okay. Sometimes they see us as something much better than what we imagine. And what can we do about it? Not give up and keep trying. I mean, how else do ya think I managed to bag April?â
âBy being a constant pest in her life?â
âExactly!â, Casey said, giving Raphâs shoulder a clap that would cause a normal human man to fall over. âI never gave up. I quit being the version I wanted April to see me as, and stuck to the real me. Because April saw the real me as something much better than I did. Ya see what I mean? Yeah? Then stop wanting (Y/N) to view ya as what ya think is âman enoughâ, and be the real version. The real Raphael. And I promise ya, she will come around. Now, go at it, big tiger, and show that ferries wheel whoâs the man!â
Raph chuckled and shook his head as the 27 year old, before taking position by the golf ball. He gave it one hard swing, hearing the club swoosh through the air, sending the golf ball flying through the center hole in the middle of the ferries wheel. Though the goal had been to get the ball over the wheel, he could not deny how impressive that shot was.
But before Raph could put Caseyâs words into action, the world had to throw him a curve ball, almost as if the universe wanted to make sure that Raph had actually understood what the hockey player had told him. Because the same evening, he, his brothers and his father, was sent around 100 years into the future. 99 years to be exact, but that didnât change much.
At first Raph thought it was some cruel joke. Finally he admits to himself that he actually likes you, and that he might actually be good enough for you, and boom. Now his arguing with a mechanic butler about house rules, while the great grandson of the man who had helped him realize his feelings for you, tried his best to mediate the situation.
One day in the year 2105 turned into a week, a week turned into a month, and before he knew it, it had been a whole year, with the summer of 2106 looking just like the previous year. But gods, had a lot changed in that one year.
Raph and his brothers had grown a year older, and graduated from genin to chunin. In one more year, Raph and his brothers would no longer be considered teenagers, but actual men. That had made him take a moment more than once, just to wrap his head around the whole thing. It was wild.
Raph had a chance to flirt with aliens and humans (not that much came from any of them, or that Raph really intended to go anywhere), getting a surprising idea of how well he could actually charm people, causing him to wonder if he had been able to flirt that easily with you back home, if he had allowed himself to.
He had more than one chance to stare himself down in a battle (or at least an alien clone), which caused him to stop and think several times afterwards. His clone was much like, well, how he had feared you viewed him back home. Well, expect his size. Dark Raph was big in every way, making Raphael much more content with his current height.
Speaking of height - Raph had grown. In one year he had shot to the sky, outgrown all three of his brothers, now standing tall at 174cm. It wasnât as stall as your ex or your crush from high school, but it was surely something. Something Raph felt very proud of. And boi, did he wish you could see him nowâŚ
Luckily for Raph, he didnât have to wish for long, as Donnie finally found a way to get them all back home to their own timeâŚ
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You ran faster than you could recall you had done before. The sound of your shoes hitting against the sidewalk with every spring-like run.
Not even a minute ago, you had gotten a text from April, telling you to come to the turtles home. They were back. And quick you were, running so fast you hadnât even noticed where you were, saw them all before you in the water station.
The first to notice you was Raph, his eyes widening as soon as you ran into the room.
â(Y/N)?â, he asked, uncrossing his arms as he slowly turned his whole body towards you.
You were so overcome with emotions, pure happiness bobbling within you. You couldnât speak, instead running at Raphael, throwing your arms around him as you hid your face against his shoulder, holding back your sobs of relief. Raph was quick to wrap his own arms around you, holding you tight as he rocked the two of you from side to side. Somewhere out of sight, Casey acted quick and careful, guiding the crowd away, letting the two of you get some time alone.
After a moment like this, you slowly pulled from Raph, your arms still around each other as you looked up at him⌠And that was the moment you realized you had to look up at him. Your eyes darted across his face as a small, almost mesmerized smile spread over your face.
âRaphâ, you said, your voice threatening to crack. âYouâve grownâ.
âI haveâ, Raph said, smiling at you in a way that made your heart beat faster, threatening to do back flips in your chest. He then slowly guided your head to his shoulder once again, wrapping his arms snuggly around you, pressing a soft kiss to the top of your head, before resting his cheek on top of your head, repeating in a whisper, almost more to himself than you. âI haveâ.
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 His face was much easier to read while he slept. He wasnât posing or tensing. His brow wasnât pulled, his mouth wasnât set in line. He was relaxed, comfortable, completely unaware you were staring at him and memorizing every contour. Okay, maybe that was a bit creepy. But how could you not? Kayden was gorgeous, certainly the most attractive man you had ever dated. His long lashes, his wavy hair, his lips. You were utterly smitten, smacked around by cupid, for him.
Suddenly, Kayden rolled over, laying part of himself on you as he continued to sleep. He snuggled to your chest, clad in his shirt. He was so cute! He was hardly ever cute around you. You loved the weight of his head on your chest, his hand resting softly on your belly.
But oh. Oh! What was that on your leg? Something hard. Something dick shaped! You wriggled a bit to move my leg. And yup, his cock was hard. When did he take off his underwear in the night? Hey, thatâs okay, you assured yourself, morning wood is a thing. It happens! Stuff like this is natural.
Kayden grumbled in his sleep. His arm stretched out further, laying across you. His hand then curled, grabbing you side and pulling you in closer. There was a rumble of thunder outside at the same time. Well, everyone in town had been gossiping all week about a huge storm coming. Maybe that was it.
Your thoughts of rain and thunder distracted you long enough for Kayden to strike. He rubbed his face between your breasts, grabbing you in a tight embrace. He moaned, breathing in and letting out a snarl.
âI want it.â
âKayden!â You gasped, unsure if you should fight or see what he was doing. âGood morning.â You pet the top of his head, running your hands through his soft hair.
He growled low again and it tickled your sternum. âI want it,â he drawled again.
âIt sounds like we wonât be working in the garden at school today.â You let out a nervous chuckle. âYou can sleep in if you want.â
Kaydenâs head zipped down, disappearing under the quilt.
âKayden?â You lifted the quilt to peek under. Kayden was kissing your belly, your thighs. He breathed against the front of your panties.
âOh!â You flopped back against the bed, biting back a smug smirk. âOkay, uhmâŚI donât know how active Iâll be in the morning but I am-â Your voice drifted off as Kaydenâs warm tongue lapped against the fabric of your panties. You could feel his breath, a tinge of wetness. You swallowed back that throbbing of your heart and tried to catch a deep breath.
âTh-that feel since,â you giggled girlishly. âBut we have to get ready for uhmâŚfor uhâŚwork!â
Kayden moved aside your panties, licking your folds directly. He wasnât concerned about work or much else. He moaned against you, pressing in deeper so his tongue parted the soft flesh.
âKayden,â you began to really lose your breath.
He kissed and growled, finding your clit to focus all his attention upon.
You closed your eyes, throwing our head back as the wolf under the blanket began to feast at your red riding hood.Â
Lightening flashed right outside the window of the A frame with thunder booming soon after. You jolted, snapping your thighs tight around Kaydenâs head.
âOw!â He said in a laugh.
âSorry!â You smashed yourself back down into the bed, releasing him. âI donât like storms.â
Another laugh emanated from under the quilt.
âYou think thatâs funny? Itâs not! Not for me anyways. I get really scared. Like, panicked even.â You pouted. âWhen I was a kid I would hide in my momâs closet and wrap myself up in her winter coat to try and block the sounds out.â
Kaydenâs head popped out from under the blanket. âI donât think thatâs funny.â
You frowned ta him.
âI donât,â he was tempted to chuckle, but didnât. âWhat scares you so bad? Is it the loud noise?â
âKind of. I donât like much of it at all.â
His head tilted, and some of his chestnut curls popped out from under the quilt. âHow come?â
âLightning struck my childhood home,â you confessed. âIt hit the roof and it caught on fire. My dad was trying to put it out and he fell off the roof. Then my grandpa hurt his leg trying to help my dad. It wasâŚit was a really stressful nightâŚmorningâŚweek.â
His expression went soft. âThat is scary.â
âI know people like storms, and it may be silly to be so scared of it all at my age, but I can still remember that night like it happened yesterday. My grandma wasnât sure what to do so she put me and my brother in her car while my mom tried to cover dad up from the rain while we waited for the ambulance.â You frowned, looking up at the ceiling. âI hated that car. It smelled like cigarettes and White Diamond perfume, and the old car seat grandma had pinched my legs. And she always had Elvis playing in it. I hated Elvis too. Sometimes when it storms, I can still smell her ash tray overflowing in the car. Thatâs why I would always hide in momâs closet, to smell her and not cigarettes with White Diamonds.â
Shaking your head you scoff. âMom and Dad laugh about it now. It makes me mad when they do. It was so scary for me, I thought it was for them too.â
âHow about you stay with me then?â
I cut my eyes back to Kaydenâs face, his head covered by the quilt. âIâll take care of you during this big storm. Iâll make sure you donât get scared, or smell cigarettes.â His fingers were inside you, pressing against that most sensitive of spots. âIâll distract you from it. Even if the power goes out, Iâll make sure youâre comfortable and calm. I bet I could even make you like storms.â
You whimpered, shutting your eyes tight and biting your bottom lip. Damn him and his long, strong fingers. âHeyâŚwhat aboutâŚitâs early.â You were having a hard time collecting your thoughts.
He laughed seductively, moaning into your ear. âThatâs my good girl. You get so wet for me.â His fingers were the ones making the magic happen, his voice happened to be the overkill.
Your teeth released your bottom lip and you let out a sigh. Kayden licked your lips then bit the tip of your ear. âI want you so fucking bad.â His deep voice growled against your skin, vibrating down to your core.
Thunder rattled the windows and you locked yourself tightly around Kayden. Your thighs trapped his hand and your hands clutched tight onto his arms.
âAw, my poor girl.â He kissed and nibbled your neck. âThereâs nothing to worry about while Iâm here.â He growled into your ear. His arm bulged under your grasp, becoming furrier, thicker. âIâm going to protect you. I promise.â
You whimpered, burying your face into the curve of his now fluffy neck.
His warm body pressed against you. He was wrapped around you like your momâs wool, winter coat. Heavy, a little scratch, but ultimately warm and inviting.Â
âWhatâs scarier, huh?â He kissed your cheek, pressing his cold nose to you temple. âMe? Or that silly storm?â
You opened your eyes, gazing up at the mighty wolf above you. âDonât tease me.â
âBut itâs fun.â He opened my thighs again, settling himself between him. He laid his cock against your thigh and pushed up your shirt. âI like to make you pout.â
You took that very look off your face.Â
Laughing, Kayden slowly moved into position. âThe way this storm is going, Iâve got all weekend to tease you.â He arched his hips, placing the tip of his cock at your folds. âHow lucky am I?â
He pressed inside slowly, filling you until the knot pressed firmly against you. A sigh escaped your lips and you moved your hands up his back. You would get used to this soon right? Youâd get used to the werewolf? The pleasure? You hoped not, but maybe one day you wouldnât get so flustered every time.
The thunder faded away, leaving only the patter of rain behind. Everything was calm and covered in fog. The world hadnât started yet. The morning rain had made time freeze. But inside the A frame, everything was moving very quickly. Kaydenâs deep thrusts, his growing growls. You were pushed back into the pillows, your moans growing louder.
âTake it! Take it!â Kayden said through gnashed teeth.
There was a pop, a stillness. Kayden was silent as he held his breath tight in his chest. The knot was inside you, firm, tight, almost pushing you over the edge. One more hard thrust and you could topple over.
Kayden laughed as he pushed aside pillows. âFuck, youâre perfect. You take my cock and knot like they were made for you. Iâm proud of you.â He licked his teeth as he gazed down upon you. âAre you gonna be even better and come for me?â
Why did he always want to talk at these moments? You were a blushing, wheezing mess, yet he could be moments away from nutting and still dirty talk you like he wasnât even the least bit flustered.
âIâll give you a present,â He stroked your cheek. âI love how flushed you get. Rosy cheeks and your pussy.â His laugh snapped you out of it for a moment.
âSssshhhh!â You managed to hiss out.
His fluffy ears perked up. âOh? Whatâs that?â he leaned down. âYou finally got the nerve to say something while Iâm inside you?â He rut his hips, circling them so he pressed against your walls.Â
âMuh-maybe you ssshhhh-should stop talking,â you whimpered.
His smirk grew and his ears slicked back. âYou found your voice!â he was teasing you now. âI want you to use it while I make you come.â He thrust in deeper, pressing before pulling back and thrusting in again. Something about the knot made everything that more intense. It pressed against everything good, making every motion of his body ripple through your like an electric current.Â
âThatâs it. Itâs all over your face,â he snarled. âTalk to me. Open those lips for me. I want to hear your voice! Come for me. Come for me!â
What did you say as the orgasm erupted in your body? You werenât sure, but there was a certain reaction on Kaydenâs face as you screamed it. You werenât able to process it, everything went to white, hot light as you came. Your body tensed, relaxed, and your lashes fluttered. You melted into the bed, panting for breath as Kayden stilled above you.
âThatâs it,â he whispered, petting your chest. âTake me.â He slowly moved aside, laying back down upon the bed beside you.
You rolled over to cuddle him, but he was strangely still and quiet. His eyes were focused upon the ceiling. Beyond the ceiling actually, it was like he was staring through it and into the sky, through the sky even.Â
 âIs something wrong?â You asked.
âHm? No.â He turned his head away. âJust listening to the rain. Thatâs all.â
You pouted. He was usually so cuddly and snuggly after sex. He seemed a bit distant now. You rested your head on his chest, closing your eyes to also hear the pitter patter of rain. What did you say? You know you said something but everything was pushed out with the climax.
Kayden sat up. âWe should get ready for work though. I canât believe how late it got.â
âI told you!â Your legs wobbled as you got out of bed.
At school, the kids were obviously disappointed that the rain had canceled gardening day. Instead, you had them draw what their own ideal gardens would look like.Â
âYou can make them all flowers, vegetables, giant berry bushes! Whatever you would like,â you told them. âImagine growing up and planting one behind your house.â
âMy dad said no one can afford a whole house,â one child chimed in.
âUh-â You were stunned, unsure how to respond.Â
âHe said weâre lucky Mrs. Locklear gives us a good deal.â
âMr. Billy lets my mom pay in cookies sometimes,â another kid added to the conversation.
How the hell was I going to get out of this? âImagine you can buy a house!â You laughed, desperate. âYou can do anything with your imagination.â
âMy mom does! She writes books!â A little girl cheered excitedly.
âSee?â You hoped to get off the topic of the crumbling infrastructure and the bleak outlook of housing. âYou can do anything you imagine!â
âI canât fly!â A kid screamed as there was a knock on the door.
The door opened and Kayden stepped in, thank goodness. Hopefully this would redirect the kidsâ minds.
 âHere about the leak.â He dragged in his toolkit with him. All the kids waved and welcomed him into the room.
âWhatâs up little people?â He mumbled.
You motioned to the window. âOver here. Itâs leaking pretty bad.â
âOh yeah, this is the only classroom left with the old windows,â he continued to barely speak up. âShouldnât be a problem. Theyâll probably replace these over the summer. But Iâll get the leak under control.â
âThanks.â You smiled and he looked as though he was blushing.
âOkay kids, let's put down our things for a minute,â you called out. âItâs time for snacks.â You rolled out the prepared snack tray. You picked up one of the metal pans that held the snacks and started delivering them to the kids.
âMr. Kayden, would you like one?â You offered sweetly. It was the last paper bowl on the tray. It would have been yours, but you thought Kayden would need it more. âWe have orange slices and carrots because orange is the color of the day.â You set the empty baking sheet down to take the snack to him.
He took your offering. âThanks, teacher.â Even in front of the kids he wasnât going to smile. âThe snack from this morning is wearing off.â
I glared at him, giving him a warning. âShh!â I hissed.
He licked his lips before biting into a baby carrot.
âWe also have mango juice for-â
Thunder as loud as it could possibly be rang out through the classroom. You screamed, grabbing ahold of your ears to cover them. This caused a knee jerk reaction from all your students. Dozens of little eyes stared at you. One student held the baking sheet, having dropped it on the ground which caused the loud, thunder-like noise.
âPfft-â
Your eyes darted to Kayden.
His face was red, his eyes shining. He was biting down on his lip so he didnât laugh. Puffs of air escaped his nose, a smile spread as you stared at him. The kids all started to giggle. Kayden laughed.
He laughed.
Julian came into the room with the cups. âIs everything okay in here? I heard a scream.â he looked concerned, just like Kayden should have.
âYeah! Fine!â You gave Kayden a terrified but angry look before turning and heading over to Julian. âJust got startled is all. Iâm not a fan of storms.â You admitted under your breath to him.
âLooks like youâre headed for an unhappy weekend then,â Julian chuckled. âSupposed to be big thunderstorms all week.â
âYeah, I know.â
Julian tilted his head. âYou sure youâre okay.â
Your brow was pinched as you took the cups. âYeah. Iâll be okay. I just need to distract myself.âÂ
You kept your back turned to Kayden as you couldnât stand the sight of him now. You poured juice, accidentally spilling some as your hands were shaking.
Why would he laugh at you? Especially after you told him how badly storms scared you. You could still vividly remember that night as a child. The sound of your dad falling off the roof, his small, quick yell. Your grandfather screaming just out the front door. Your mom panicked, your grandma lifting you up into her arms and her bulky, flowery necklace poking you in the face.
âHere, let me do that.â Julian took over pouring the juice for you, as your hands were still shaking.
âThanks.â
âNo problem. Do you want to take an early lunch? I can handle things from here.â He gave you a reassuring smile. âWeâre drawing gardens right? Maybe I could read them some Amelia Bedelia.â
âYeah. Okay. Thanks.â You wiped your hands off on your smock. âI think Iâll do that. And the kids will love that.â
Despite Kayden being in your classroom most of the day, you did everything in your power to ignore him. The more you saw him, the angrier you got. The longer the day went on, the more you over thought, and his laugh pierced you like a knife. Everytime you caught a glimpse of him or even heard him working on the window, that laugh stabbed at you again. If he would laugh at you over that, what else would he laugh at? Would he laugh every time your period cramps got too bad? Would he laugh when you cried during movies? Would he laugh if you got hit by a car?Â
Things spiraled into your mind until you had no other choice than to be angry with him. Youâd stay angry forever!
At the end of the day, you were finishing up cleaning for the weekend when Kayden popped his head into the door.
âWanna go get some food, babe?â
You remained quiet, brow pinched. Babe! Ha! He had the nerve to call you that. By this point, you had thought too much, it was too late for him.
He walked into the room, hands shoved into the pockets of his coveralls. âI was thinking we could pick up a few snacks too, get settled in for the stormy weekend.â
âI think Iâll just go home,â you pouted.
Kayden's lips slightly parted. âOhâŚokay.â
You slammed papers down upon the desk to even them out. âI donât want to get laughed at all weekend.â You set the stack of paper into a basket.
His brows raised and his hands slipped from his pockets. âLaughed at?â His face was blank for a brief moment before he remembered, but I was already heading for the door.
âWait!â
âSorry, Iâm busy.â You hurry down the hallway, unsure if he is chasing you or not. It didnât matter, you were too mad to talk to him anyways. You were stopped in your tracks as you went to step outside. It was raining still, everything was wet and muddy.Â
âYou came with me. Let me take you home at least!â
You stormed outside, using your smock to cover your head.
âAre you crazy?â Kayden snapped.
âYouâll see crazy if you keep following me!â You snapped back at him.
He stared, jaw slack, eyes wide. âWhat?â
Maybe it was a bit dramatic to run out into the rain like that. You didnât have your car, and by the time you got to your apartment, you were soaked to the bone. You sat at your kitchen table, wrapped in a robe and blanket while you stared into your cup waiting for the tea to steep.
It wasnât funny to you. Why would he laugh like he did? You just told him how frightened you were of storms, of the loud thunder. Whatever excuse he had, you didnât want to hear it, so your phone was off.
So much for protecting you over the weekend.
You glanced through the kitchen window, watching the deluge come down. The small awning over the back porch was sagging with the heavy weight of all that rain. Gray water poured down, hitting the earth with a splattering, sputtering sound that was surely kicking up dirt and grass.
âI should talk to Mrs. Locklear about that,â you grumbled. You lifted up the cup of tea to take a sip when there was a low, ominous rumbling in the distance. Your hands clinched tight around the mug, you shoulders tensed, and you eyes flicked back out to the window.
âOneâŚtwoâŚthreeâŚâ You slowly began counting down until you saw lightning. But it never flashed, so you breathed a sigh of relief. âStill far off.â You drank some tea and grimaced. âBitter.â
Leaving the cup behind, you got up and went to the bedroom, throwing yourself down upon the bed. Sprawled out, you took in a deep breath and closed your eyes. That morning had been so nice. Waking up to Kayden cuddled up on you, his beautiful hair, his long eyelashes. Why did it have to get ruined? Why did this storm have to interrupt it at all and change everything?
Why did he laugh?
You sighed loudly, dramatically. Rolling over onto your side, you glared at the wall across from you. Maybe you should talk to him. Maybe he did have something to say to excuse his laugh.
Thunder rumbled again and your eyes cut over to the shut curtains.
Sitting up, you went back into the kitchen, picking up your turned off phone from the table. You looked at it, wondering if you wanted to see how many times he had called or how many texts he sent. You didnât want excuses though. Him trying to talk his way out of it was only going to annoy you more. Maybe thatâs what you wanted though, to have reason to stay mad at him.
He laughed at you! Stay mad!
You turned on the phone, watching the loading screen twinkle and chime before it went to the wallpaper and clock. Nothing popped up at first.
You were about to get mad at that.
âIâm sorry.â The text appeared, alone, singular, nothing else.
Your mouth hung open. âThatâs it?â You unlocked your phone to make sure that wasnât all. One phone call. Two texts.
âPlease tell me you got home safe. Iâll leave you alone after that.â
âIâm sorry.â
That was all? Were you impressed or were you about to erupt?
âIâm home.â Was all you texted.
Then you waited. You stared at your phone clutched tightly in you hand. What if he tapped at your window then? Had he been watching you all that time? He better not be pulling an Edward Cullen!
Your phone chimed as the thoughts began to spiral again. âIâm glad. I was worried.â
âGlad? Youâre glad?â You snapped at the phone. Another chime stopped you from turning your phone off again.
âItâs supposed to get bad tonight. I want you make sure youâre going to be okay.â
âHow dare you care about me? You care now? Not when I was actually scared?â You snarled at the phone. âDamn him,â you muttered.
âCan I send you take out?â
âFuck you!â You snapped at the phone. âStop being nice! I want to stay mad.â Tears welled up and you sniffled. âStop ignoring it.â You sat back down at the table, staring at his kind offer to get you food. He knew you hadnât gone shopping yet, you both were going to do that Sunday. That had been the plan. The Food Rainbow always had the best sells on Sunday, and if you beat the church crowd it was bliss.
âYou like the Pho at Charlieâs Garden, right?â
Stop it.
âMaybe the bagel basket as Cthulu Brew.â
âAre you trying to apologize?â You typed. You deleted it and typed something else out before deleting that. âDo you know why youâre apologizing?â You hit send, but you instantly regretted it.
âI sound like a fucking nag!â You whimpered, standing back up again.
âI laughed.â
Yeah you fucking laughed! You traitor!
âIâm sorry. It startled me and I laughed as a reflex.â
No forgiveness, or else that dramatic running away you did was even more ridiculous by context.
âYou know how scared I get.â
âI know. It wasnât a good look.â
Good look! Ha! It was hideous, disgusting, monstrous. Liek his werewolf form had rolled around in poop and mud.
No. Stop. That wasnât kind either.
âIâll send you food.â
Stop trying to take care of me, you thought.
âAnother boar? How about a deer?â
Stop trying to make jokes!Â
âIâll be fine. I just need to cool off.â
âI understand.â
You pouted, setting your phone down and walking over to the back door. The rain was still coming down, the waterfall from the awning was somehow worse. Your eyes flicked up, noticing what looked like a screw ont he awning frame coming loose. You squinted your eyes, stepping closer to the glass of the door. The awning came apart, falling downa nd breaking a window pane. All that rain water came down at once, flooding the porch and seeping in through the back door and sloshing through the broken window.Â
You yelped, jumping into action by trying to block the door with the towel wrapped around your hair. But there was so much pouring in at once, the old door couldnât hold it back. You ran and grabbed more towels from the bathroom, shoving them around the door and floor. You then worked on cleaning up the shatter glass, but it had exploded all through the kitchen.
Thunder rumbled again amongst all this panic, but this time, lightning flashed near by.
âFuck.â You grabbed you phone and made a hurried search on how to temporarily repair a broken window. You scurried through the kitchen, barefoot, to find some duct tape and anything waterproof. You stepped on glass and right as you were stopping to look, the power went off.
You whimpered, ready to break down in tears.
You hobbled to the bathroom though, managing to light the candle there and use your phone to check the damage. The piece of glass was hard to find against all the blood. It hurt to touch and you wondered if you would have to get the foot removed. You kept blood from flooding the wound and you managed to get out the shard of glass.
Thunder boomed and you screamed, falling into the tub where you curled up there. You gathered up your courage to put a bandaid on your foot, then you hunted for a pair of socks to cover it. Your room was extra dark, and even with the phone flashlight it was hard to search the drawers.
Again, thunder roared, ripping through you, tearing apart your nervous system. You donât remember flinging yourself into your closet, but as you curled up in the far corner, you realized it wasnât as good as your motherâs closet. The smell wasnât there, her lingering scent of laundry detergent and vanilla musk. You sniffled, covering your head with the bridesmaid gown you wore for a college friendâs wedding.
âItâs okay,â you tried to assure yourself. âItâs okay. Youâre going to be fine.â
The bright flash of lightning made you cower back into the closet. You wrapped the skirt around your head again.
âIt stinks in here,â you grumbled.
âWhere are you?â The voice came from the front, muffled by clothes wrapped around your head. âOh my godâŚhey!â Kayden called out your name, sounding panicked. âWhere are you?â
âHere!â You started to full on sob in the closet, sobbing into that bridesmaid gown and a pair of old jeans.
There was a good scent now, a warm scent. âItâs okay,â he said gently as he knelt down in the closet before you.Â
You wanted to see him, but you were frozen in place as you sobbed.
âI was going to leave the food outside but I smelled blood and IâŚsorry. I just barged in.â He murmured.
âItâs okay,â You shuddered through sobs.
âI saw the kitchen. Let me go patch that up okay? I have some old tarp in my car I can use.â He started to stand up, hesitating before leaving.
You wanted him to stay, you wanted to follow him, but thunder once again broke what little calm you gathered and you shoved yourself back into that corner. You listened for Kayden as he worked in the kitchen. After a while, he came back to the closet.Â
âWant to come out?â His hand reached out, touching your knee. âOr do you want me to go?â
âPlease stay,â you whimpered.
âThen can you come out?â
You slowly unwrapped the jeans from around your ears, seeing him for the first time. You took his hand, crawling out from the closet with him. He picked you up, carrying you to the bed where you wrapped you up in blankets.
âIâll go get the food.â
You nodded, blinking tears from your eyes.
He smiled at you, kissing the top of your head. âIâm sorry I find you cute right now.â
You flicked him a dirty look, but you couldnât hold it. Instead your pouted. âWhat food did you bring?â
âI wasnât sure. I got you noodles, dumplings, and bagels.â
You sniffled. âYouâre trying too hard.â
He chuckled. âMaybe I am.â He left, vanishing briefly before he came back with three bags. âWhat do you want to start with?â
âNoodles,â you were still pouting.
Kayden sat down on the bed beside you, taking out a container and opening it for you. The noodles smelled wonderful, garlicky, tangy, and exactly what you needed. Your grandmother always made noodles when you had a bad day.
âOnce the rain lets up, Iâll fix that leak in your door. Iâm sure Mrs. Locklear will get the window replaced real quick. But until then, we should stay at my place.â Kayden said trying to be of comfort.
âIâm not going out there,â you said between bites.
He chuckled. âI know. Not tonight. But Iâll stay here tonight. Iâll sleep on the couch if you want me to.â
âNo. You can sleep here.â
âI am really sorry I hurt your feelings,â he replied. âI didnât realize what had happened until it was too late. Then I thought I could ignore it and hoped you would forget.â he shook his head. âI guess I was hoping for an easy fix.â
âYou made me think that this morning as all for nothing,â you grumbled. âI donât tell people Iâm scared of storms because they do laugh like that.â
Kaydenâs beautiful eyes fell apologetically on me. âI know.â
You offered him the container and he took it, eating noodles while you opened up another containing the spicy pho.
In the morning, you woke to the sound of gentle rain and small beams of light coming through the curtains. You sat up, rubbing your eyes. They were puffy and sore from crying. You sighed with relief that the storm had passed. You never thought youâd fall asleep last night, but having Kayden there helped.
Kayden!
You sat up, looking around for him. He wasnât in bed, and it seemed the power was still out. You got out of bed, walking through the quiet. It was always so strange how quiet it was without any power.
You stepped into the kitchen, seeing Kayden had taped up a panel of tarp both inside and outside of the broken window. The towels had been cleaned up as well, and there was only one around the bottom. Your phone was still on the table so you picked it up.
âWent to get us breakfast. Hopefully power isnât out in town.â The text on screen read.
You sighed with relief as you made yourself comfortable at the table. âHow does town look?â You asked.
It took a bit, but he responded. âSorry, Iâll be a bit. There were a couple of trees down on the way in so I stopped to help.â
âThatâs okay. I was mainly worried when I didnât see you this morning.â
âNot mad at me anymore?â
You pursed your lips. âDonât push your luck buddy.â You set your phone down to inspect the fridge. Maybe you had some cold brew left over you could have to tide you over until Kayden got back home. There were some chimes behind you as you took out the bottle.
You added caramel sauce and creamer, then sat down to inspect the texts.
âI canât wait to get back and make you cum.â
You nearly spit out your drink.
âIâm going to knot you all day, baby.â
âTo make up for those tears Iâm going to make you cry out my name.â
Then there was a picture of the bulge in his jeans.
You gulped down your coffee and typed a reply. âYouâre crazy.â
âLet me be corny and say itâs all for you.â
You bit down on your lip, wondering if you should even reply to that. Your eyes darted around as you tried to plot out a coherent reply.
âThereâs a line around the block at Cthulu Brew. Itâs one of the few places open.â Kayden replied, sounding less lewd.
âYou donât have to wait if you donât want to. Iâm sure the power will come back on soon. I still have some cold brew if you want it.â
âI want you more than anything.â
There it goes again! How do you reply? Youâve never really sexted before. At least, not with someone who wasnât long distance. Kayden was right there! Why sext when you could just, you know, actually sex?
âI want to tease that pretty little pussy of yours.â
Your whole head warmed up at once. Who knows how red you got with just that one suggestive sentence. âYouâre going to be at the window soon!â
âNo too soon. Iâve got time to metaphorically fool around. I want you to be dripping wet by the time I get home.â
Heâs not fooling around! âDonât tease me.â
âIâm serious about this teasing.â
You pouted. âI donât know what to say,â you texted.
âWhat do you want me to do to you?â
Everything was warm, steamy. It was humid, but also, just thinking about all the things Kaydenb did to you got your warm under the collar.
âDo you want to touch my cock?â
You bit your lip a little more.
âDo you want to feel me in your throat again?â
Yes. No! He couldnât read your mind could he. Youâd barely ever given oral, but Kaydenâs cock always seemed to be begging for it. The glistening tip was so nice on your tongue, even better as it started to press at your throat. You pinched your thighs together.
âTalk to me.â
You released your lip from your teeth and ran your tongue over it. âWill you be a werewolf for me?â
âOf course. Is that what you like?â
âYeah.â
âCome on now, baby. Tell me what you want.â
You thought about the previous morning, how he snuck under the covers, how his hard sex pressed into your thigh. â I want-â you typed out and hesitated. âI want-â you said out loud as you tried to get the words out. You then messaged him your reply.
âI want you to call me a good girl.â
âYou like that huh?â
âI want you to massage me, rub me all over. Tease me.â
âWith this?â
He sent a picture of him sitting in his car, his jeans unzipped and cock exposed.
âYouâre in public!â You fuss.
âNo one is around.â
You frowned, but your eyes kept focusing on his hard, thick cock. Your mind went blurry, remembering how good it felt inside. Throbbing. Pulsing. Filling you with heat.
âAre you touching it?â
âI am.â
You reached a hand between your thighs and began grinding on your wrist. âWhy would you do that there of all places?â
âBecause if I donât Iâll jump out of the car and hump the first tree I see.â
You giggled. âAren't you worried youâll get caught?â
âNah. It feels too good to worry. Not as good as you though.â
Your panties felt damp.
âI wanna be inside you.â
You too.
âI want to fuck you. I want to cum inside you and watch it drip out.â
Fuck! You too!
He sent another picture of himself, cock in hand, expression pathetic. âI need you, baby. In more ways than one.â
You lifted up you shirt, taking a picture of your breasts for him. It was exciting and a little embarassing.
âThank god the line is moving fast. I canât wait to get home and ravage that little, perfect body of yours.â
You were touching yourself through your panties. âHurry.â
You pushed aside your panties and rubbed your fingers directly against your warm, dripping sex. You were aching, hungry for him. What had you been mad about?
You must have lost track of time, because the next thing you knew, Kayden was barreling through the door and pressing you into the cold linoleum. He was kissing you, biting you lips, sucking your tongue.
âYou perfect thing you,â he snarled. He didnât waste time by taking off clothes or worrying about where you were. He was inside you, the sipper of his jeans pressing into your leg. He was snarling, feral.
âGood girl! You got so wet for me.â His jowls were glistening, teeth barred.
âKay-Kayden!â Your voice trembled as he thrust harder and deeper inside you. Was he bigger than usual? His knot was so hot against your folds.
âTake it. Take me. Oh you fucking gorgeous creature. You take my cock so good!â He growled, shivering before locking eyes with you.
âDonât stop-â you gasped.
His fur stood on end and his eyes flashed. âNever.â
âWhat do you mean werewolf?â You blurted out as your landlord sat there calmly, smiling at you with a knowing look. You couldnât believe your ears, hell, you were still reeling from the dead deer on your porch!
âYouâve seen the movies, right?â Mrs. Locklear asked, stirring a cup of tea. âOh, surely a girl your age has read Twilight,â she laughed. âThat book is bullshit by the way. Iâve met vampires and they certainly arenât like that. Oh and donât get me started on the werewolf shenanigans in there.âÂ
âMrs. Locklear!â You gasped out to interrupt her ramblings. âYes, I know what a werewolf is. But thatâs just stories! LikeâŚvikings or something came up with those stories. Right?â
âOh certainly some of the earliest tales of werewolves come from old viking tales. Lots of vikings probably were.â She took a sip of her tea, which you had made before she arrived with shaking hands. âThereâs stories of us from all over the world. How could that not be real?â
You grasped your chest. âUs?â
Mrs. Locklear was close to taking another sip before she stopped. âWell, shucks, my bad. Donât be afraid of me. Iâm just an old lesbian. Nothing mean about me except my stance.â
You looked her up and then down. She was far from being a frail older woman. How old could she be? Sixty? Maybe late fifties? No! Thatâs not what matters, sheâs a werewolf!
âHow many of you are there?â You felt like you were being squeezed like a dog toy every time you spoke.
âWell, I canât recall the last tally we did. So many folks have moved in the past few years. Damn covid just about chased all the Northerners here.â She thought a moment more. âGranted, this town was formed as a werewolf safe haven.â
Your eyes could have bulged out of your head. âPlease, Mrs. Locklear,â you decided to try bargaining. âTell me youâre pulling my leg and a deer just decided my porch was the best place to die.â You would do anything to be able to stay in Hearthway Hollow, you loved this place.You loved your job at the daycare. You had thought just this morning how you could stay here forever! The rent was affordable to where you could live on your own, which could never happen anywhere else. The people were nice! Oh god, the people. The werewolves!
Mrs. Locklear put her hand on your shoulder. âThereâs nothing to be afraid of. Lots of people here go through this. And us werewolves are just like you, save for being furry once in a while.â
âYou said a werewolf left thatâŚdeer on my porch.â You pointed towards the sliding glass door which had become one of your favorite parts of your new home. âWhy would it do that? Is it a threat?â
Mrs. Locklear smiled. âItâs a declaration of love, actually.â
Your jaw went slack and you had to take a step away to brace yourself at the kitchen table. âHow is a dead deer supposed to do that?â
âLook, itâs just a simple tradition here. Itâs showing that they want to provide for you and are capable of doing so. Any minute now the local butcher shop will come to take the deer and process it into meat you can cook with. If you donât want it, they will donate it.â She took another sip of tea. âAlso, tell me where you bought this tea!â
âA relative in Vietnam,â you sputtered out. Your head was reeling, spinning. How were you supposed to go to work like this? First it was a dead deer. Now it was werewolves and something about love.
âYouâre lucky,â Mrs. Locklear said.
You stared at her in disbelief.
She smirked. âNot many people get courted by a werewolf, you know?â
Somehow, you went into work, managing to put a bright face on for the kids. It was fingerpaints day, and everyone was excited. You got everyone dressed in cute little smocks and sat outside where the concrete slab wouldnât be harmed by the spilled and excess paint.
âSo, are you still enjoying the job?â Julian asked. He was one of the other teachers at the daycare. He was handsome, sweet, and so gentle.
âYes!â You exclaimed. âThis has been, oh my gosh, probably my most favorite job ever,â you said, beaming with pride. âI canât thank you enough for hiring me.â
Julian beamed right back. âWe were so excited to have you here, and the kids like you too.â His eyes cut over to the tables where a kid was complaining about how messy their hands were. âWould you mind going and getting the water buckets?â He asked.
âNo problem!â You cheered. âHow many do you think weâll need?â
âHow about five. Three kids to a bucket.â
You gave him a thumbs up. âYou got it!â You went off towards the shed, stepping out from the shade of the gazebo.
âI was wondering what the noise was.â
You lurched then let out a laugh. âOh, Kayden.â You breathe with relief while clutching your chest. âYou startled me.â
His stoic expression had not once changed since you started working here. His thick brow was set in stone, and his full lips were placed in a permanent half scowl half pensive line.Â
He bowed his head at you. âIâm a silent walker. I used to scare my mother.â
âIâm sure,â you chuckled. âAnd yeah, itâs finger paint day!â You said this with a sing-songy tone, like you were still talking to the kids.
Kayden had a handful of jobs at the daycare. His family owned the property so he was part groundskeeper, security, and janitor. He was a jack of all trades to say.
âYou wouldnât think most teachers would be that excited about a mess like this,â he murmured.
âBut look how happy the kids are! Not only that, they really let loose and show their creativity. Isnât that exciting?â
His dark eyes looked you up and down. âI never much liked it as a kid myself.â
You stared at him shocked. âNever?â
He held up his gloved hand and wagged his fingers. It was the closest you had seen him get to playfulness. âIâve always had a thing with getting my hands dirty. I donât mind hard work, I just prefer to keep my hands clean is all.â
You leaned closer to him. âThen what did you like as a child?â
His eyes darted aside. âEating crayons apparently,â he grumbled. âAt least thatâs what my mother says.â
You tried to keep from laughing, but a giggle escaped from behind your hand. Kaydenâs eyes darted back to you and something of a smile appeared.Â
âWhat do you need in the shed?â he asked. âIâll get it for you.â
You were still trying to keep from laughing, but you were bursting. âBuckets,â you sputtered. âFor water so the kids can splash around and wash their hands so itâll make clean up fun.â You said with a bright smile on your face.
âAre you always so chipper?â
The question kind of stung. You tended to keep up a cheery attitude to keep people at bay. If you are happy and sunny no one pays much attention or asks too many questions. âAm I?â You asked, trying to play it off.Â
âIt seems that way. Donât worry, Iâll go get some buckets for you.â He turned away before you could really see if he was smiling or not.Â
The paintings were left out to dry, and the buckets of water were used to water the planters all around the daycare. You were wiping down tables while the kids napped, excited for the snack youâd have when you were done. The thought of werewolves was an almost distant thing. Until it wasnât.
You stalled, looking out towards the woods behind the daycare. You swallowed, thinking that some massive, bloodthirsty creature was watching you from the shadows. Wide, glowing eyes peering at you, wanting you.Â
âI can help with that.â
You yelped then sighed. âKayden! You should wear a bell.â
âSorry,â he murmured.Â
You shook your head, laughing at how afraid you had been. âSorry. Iâm just a little shaky today.â
His brow furrowed ever so slightly.Â
You sat down at one of the picnic tables. âI woke up to a pretty frightening sight this morning.â
He was still silent.
You glanced back towards him. âWhat do you think about werewolves?â
âNot where I expected this conversation to go.â He stuffed his gloved hands into his pockets.Â
Was he one of them? You thought to yourself. Was Kayden a werewolf? Big, tall, Kayden with the beautiful, wavy chestnut hair. He was lean, but always wore baggy coveralls to hide his form. Then his skin, his lovely skin. You had been wanting to ask him what he used for it, but had been too afraid to.
âYouâll hear a lot of stories about them around these parts.â His eyes darted off into the distance. âNot much you can do to escape it here.â
âApparently,â you grumbled under your breath. You reached into your apron, taking out the apple in the large front pocket. You picked at the skin before taking a small bite.
âAn apple? You really are a teacher.â
You covered your mouth while you chew. âI like them, okay? Donât tease me about it.âÂ
There it was again, something that could have been a smile, but maybe it wasnât. âIâll take care of the tables. You enjoy your break.â
âI donât mind helping.â You tried to follow after him, but he made you sit back down while he washed off the tables.
Once home you busied yourself with tidying up and washing your hair. Anything to keep your mind off that big glass door. You took to your bedroom, painting your nails and toenails while music played. You heard something rustling, as if dragging through the forest.
You watched your door, which was slightly cracked to where you could see outside the glass door. The motion lights came on and you jumped to your feet. For some reason, you went towards the door. For another inexplicable reason, you slid open the glass door.
The creature was hunched over, trying to pull something along the gravel driveway. It turned around, ears perked up, brown coat bristling along the back neck as it looked at you.
Werewolf!Â
You froze in fear, unsure why you had been so bold as to come outside.
The werewolf dropped its next gift, which you didnât even want to focus on. You exclaimed a curse word under your breath as you met the werewolfâs eyes.
âI donât eat a lot of meat!â You blurted out, once again like you were being squeezed. âIâm barely a cook at all.â You bit your lip. âI donated the deer. I'm sorry.â
The werewolf was frozen in the headlights of your eyes, heâd be caught and he wasnât sure what to do.
You pointed to what it had been dragging. âWhatâs that?â
The werewolfâs ears flattened down and he turned away from you, looking down at his feet. âApples.â
You furrowed your brow. âWhat?â
He stepped aside, showing you the large burlap bag. âApples.â
Your mouth opened slightly then closed. âIâŚI canât possibly eat that many.â You stepped down towards him. âDid you pick those at Hyacinth farm? Thatâs miles down the road!â
He nodded.
You were trying your best not to shake. âI do really like apples though. G-good guess. Iâll enjoy them all the same.â
The werewolf was quiet.
You were also quiet.
âSorry,â he muttered again. âAbout the deer.â
You bit your lip. âItâs okay. If thatâs tradition, I get it. My family has some weird ones.â You then motioned to your door. âWould you like some tea?â
He went quiet again, avoiding eye contact with you.
âI prefer talking to get to know someone whoâŚwants to court me, so to speak,â you laughed nervously. âFor starters, whatâs your name?â
His tail wagged slightly before curling around his leg. âIâm a bit embarrassed to say.â he followed you, stepping inside and bowing his head to avoid hitting the top of the door.
âDo I know you already?â You asked as you reached for the kettle.
The werewolf looked around, his eyes darting back and forth as he took in your home. He eventually stilled, focusing on you. His eyes looked familiar. You stared at him a bit too long and looked away embarrassed.
âMaybe itâs best I donât know anyways,â you huffed. âItâs really sweet youâre trying to court me. If it wasnât so shocking I would be flattered. But itâs okay, you donât have to do this.â
His eyes flicked up. âWhat do you mean?â
You fidgeted in place, looking down at the ground. The paint on your toes had gotten smudged when you jumped up. âYou donât have to court me. I mean, itâs a lot of effort. Killing deer, picking apples.â You looked back up and forced out a laugh. âIâm not worth all that!â
He looked at you, his gaze serious and a bit ominous. âNot worth it?â
âYou know,â you scoffed, trying to play it off. âThereâs better people out there. People who love werewolves.â
His eyes were still sharp. His silence was creeping on you.
You swallowed. âWhat do you even like about me?â
He snorted. âI wouldnât be doing this if I didnât have a lot to like about you. The first time I smelled you, I knew. Your scent is soft and warm, itâs comforting. From there, I found so many things I liked about you. Your hair, your smile. Beyond that, itâs-â His large paw covered his chest and his fingers gripped. âI want to be near you all the time.â
Your heart fluttered. âNo. Really?â You murmured.
His eyes were sharp again. âYou put up a guard of cheeriness. Itâs a wall.â
You shut your mouth tight and grabbed the hem of your shirt.
âNo one has to worry if youâre always smiling. Right?â The werewolf stepped towards you. âNo one gets too close when they think youâre friendly.â
âSo? I am friendly!â
âAnd you are.â He reached out, gently tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. âBut you use it as a shield rather than a magnet.â
The werewolf dropped his hand. âIf you want me to stop, I will.â
You swallowed and jumped when the kettle whistled. You caught your breath and grabbed two mugs from the counter. âCanât we just talk? Maybe if we do, youâll make up your own mind.â
The werewolf scoffed. His gaze was gentle, and that almost hurt the most. âFine. This isnât how the courtship is supposed to go. But for you, Iâll do anything.â
Your heart skipped and you had to avoid his eyes to keep from blushing. âYou donât need to go that far,â you replied. âBut, Iâve not had company over since I moved. Aside from Mrs. Locklear anyways.â
âHow are you liking it?â He asked.
âOh, itâs wonderful.â You went on to talk about your love of the town. That then led to some idle chat about childhood and the like. You discussed your favorite toys as kids. Both of you had at one point collected Pokemon cards. Yours was sold while you were away at summer camp one year.
When you woke up in the morning you were in bed. Clothed but comfortable in bed. âMust have fallen asleep talking,â you grumbled. You got out of bed and changed out of your old clothes.
After a quick shower, you went into the kitchen. Through the glass door, you saw a cardboard box sitting on the porch.
âDid he leave something else?â You murmured as you stepped outside. You opened the box, finding an old binder covered in various stickers. Inside was a large collection of pokemon cards.
âOh my gosh!â You gasped.
You spent the Saturday morning going through the cards, reminiscing and genuinely enjoying yourself. You had so many of the same cards, even a special page just for rares to show off. There were also old toys that you went through, happily setting them up in a line on your coffee table.
âI canât believe he gave me these. This is amazing!â You squealed with excitement, still finding another binder at the bottom. Then your stomach began growling and you made something to eat, having got lost in the nostalgia of everything.
âOne last thing,â you sighed, content with a fresh pot of tea and a steaming mug. You took out the last binder, finding it had a bunch of old drawings inside with the cards. The werewolf had attempted to make his own pokemon cards, which was amazingly cute.
One drawing had a signature. Your heart pounded. The werewolfâs name. You were used to reading and translating kid scratch, it wouldnât be hard for you to make out. You looked away for a moment processing if you wanted such knowledge. You looked back, because of course now you wanted to know.
âYouâre kidding!â You yelled to yourself as you held the childhood picture up. You made a quick call to Mrs. Locklear while getting out of pajamas. You then raced out of the house, following Mrs. Locklearâs directions.
Soon, you were standing outside a bright red door of the A frame. The place looked small, even smaller than your place.
Then the door opened.
Kayden sleepily blinked at you a few times. âWhat are you doing here?â He had on an open hoodie and not much else.
You handed Kayden the drawing from his Pokemon collection. âI really like Mewtwo too.â You stiffened your shoulders, trying to avoid eye contact with his hairy masculine chest.
âShit,â Kayden grumbled as he looked at the page. âThis uhmâŚthis isnât how the courtship is supposed to go.â
You held up the second thing you brought with you, coffee from the local cafe. âYou could have told me!â
âYeah but tradition is-â
âI like you Kayden!â You blurted out, unable to contain it anymore.Â
Kayden was silent then again, he was usually always that way so it shouldnât have been a surprise.
âI like you,â you repeated, slower and softer. You realized it was your first time admitting that to anymore. You always held it in, always happier to be protected from anything too strong. Attachment was hard.Â
âOn my first day at the daycare,â you continued, wanting to keep that strength up. âOne of the hamsters died. It was hard and I was given the task of dealing with it while the others talked to the kids. You helped me make a little grave for it. Even though it was really silly.â
Kayden shook his head.
âYou didnât say a word. You helped me. You even found the most perfect little box-â Your voice caught in your throat. âYou didnât need to court me or hunt or anything. I justâŚI just like talking to you.â
Kaydenâs expression changed. For the first time since you met him, his brows moved, his mouth changed. He had this sweet, youthful puppy dog look. His eyes melted your heart. He brought you into a tight embrace against his bare chest. Right! He was practically half naked. Despite that, you hugged him in return.
âSorry,â he pulled away reluctantly. âIâve barely slept at all.â
âI kept you up. And you went and got your pokemon collection.â You smiled at him, hoping he knew how much it meant. âIf youâre tired. I can go.â
He shook his head. âNo. I want to spend time with you. Come in, please.â He stepped aside, letting you into his home.
The A frame had a high ceiling, but there was a loft at the top. The entrance led into a kitchenette and laundry room where dark clothes were shoved and piled into a basket.
âI havenât had a chance to really clean yet today.â Kayden tried hiding the mess in the sink.
âItâs okay. I came over uninvited.â You blushed, smiling up at him.
âThe living room is nice. I did fall asleep in there though.â He took you to the next portion of the main floor where a living room was set up. His television was on, but quiet, displaying a rather cutesy looking anime. He quickly turned that off.Â
âYour place is cozy.â
âThatâs how I prefer things,â he muttered. He cleared off a blanket from the couch. âSit down.â He then took the little carry case of drinks from you. âI can make something to eat if youâre hungry.â
âIâm fine,â You replied.
You never expected to see Kayden of all people flustered. But he was. He looked so much more boyish now.
âI guess it is late in the day for most people.â He took a seat beside you.
Warmth spread up through your cheeks. âThanks for putting me to bed last night. Sorry I fell asleep on you.â
He had a smile on his face. âActually it was nice. I held you for a little bit when you fell asleep on me.â His cheeks got darker. âI didnât want you to be uncomfortable though.â
âIâm surprised how much I-â You hesitated, realizing now how close you both were. You looked up into his eyes. âHow comfortable I am around you.â
He smiled again. Reaching out and touching your face, cupping his large, warm hand over your cheek. That smile was almost too much. After seeing him steel-faced for so long, it was like meeting a new person. He didnât look any different, but he felt like a fuller version of the Kayden you came to like.
âIs it okay if I kiss you?â He asked, his cheeks growing even darker. âAnd, if I do kiss you, just know, there may be more than one.â
Your insides squirmed with excitement. âSure.â
His lips were gentle at first, soft and light. He smelled like pine trees and cold air with a hint of spicy deodorant. Your lips parted with a gasp and he pressed closer. His lips were firmer, his grip was tightening. His hands moved down, caressing your neck and shoulder before resting on your hip.
Something was happening to you. It was sudden and powerful, claiming a tight hold of your senses. It was like hunger, but much deeper. You gasped again and his arm coiled around your waist, pulling you in even more to his body. Your palm grasped his chest and his heartbeat was hammering into your palm.
Your eyes met for the briefest of moments and then, next thing you knew, you were bent over the back of the sofa, your clothes disheveled and pushed up, your hair pulled from the messy bun. Kaydenâs hands were fiercely gripping your hips while his nose and tongue were buried inside you, slurping, feasting.
Oh my god! You thought loud in your mind. How did you get here?
Kayden snarled, nipping your thighs. âSo soft.â he kissed. âSo wet for me.â He let out a raspy chuckle. âThis perfect little ass.â His fingers groped, squeezing you. âI canât believe Iâm touching it.â He nibbled on your cheek, licking then biting again.
You got there so fast. It was like your body took over and acted on itâs own accord, overriding any overthinking your brain might have had. You were shocked, but you were enjoying it more than you thought.
âPretty girl.â Kayden was rising up, kissing up your bare back. âBeautiful.â He kissed along your spine then bit your ribs. There was fur against you, powerful claws holding your hips. The werewolf was out.
âHmm.â Kayden moaned as he stood up. âSpread your thighs a little more for me.â
You did so, meekly glancing over your shoulder to see if he approved. You watched him shiver, his tongue dart along his sharp teeth.
âGood girl,â he growled. âYouâre so obedient.â His grin grew. âI like that, especially here.â he came closer to you, petting your rear. Something warm and hard grinded up against your thigh. âFuck, I love how soft you are. You smell so good too.â
Oh! Oh! Your mind was spinning. Whatever was against your thigh wasâŚbig! Maybe too big? Youâd not really gotten to try anythingâŚbig. But this was-Â
Trying to glance back to see what was there, you were greeted by another kiss. Kayden bit and nibbled your lip, lapping your tongue with his. âYou taste good everywhere,â he snarled between heavy breaths.Â
âKayden,â you whimpered.
âI know, I know.â His hand curled around, groping your breasts. âYou need me right?â he moaned, his cock slipping between your thighs. âThis usually happens out in the woods. But I canât control myself. Youâre too cute. Too sweet. I need to fuck you now. You make me crazy and I love it so much.â
His words were too much. You buried your face against the couch pillows as Kaydenâs cock slipped in and he appeared surprised by the ease at it.
âFuck, how did you get even wetter?â He moaned into your ear. âHow did you know I love a wet pussy like that? Good girl. Perfect girl.â
What was he trying to do to you?
âCan I breed you?â he growled into your ear, his grinding growing more intense. âI want to come in you. Fill you up. I want to see my seed dripping from that perfect pussy of yours.â
What? Your mind was screaming.
âPlease,â he whimpered. âLet me breed you, my good girl.â
Your lips parted, mouth dry. âCome in me!â Who was that?
Kayden chuckled in your ear. âI knew you were going to be my good girl.â The tip of his cock tickled along your lips, then it was there, pressing inside. It was easy for him to slide in, to fill you, to make you cry out from surprise.Â
âLike that?â Kayden whispered. âDid it feel good?â
You whimpered, nodding.
âWerewolf cock, you can get addicted.â He pressed in deeper, reaching parts inside you that felt undiscovered.
âYou whimper so cutely. Do it more.â He thrust so suddenly, almost knocking the breath out of you.
You moaned into the pillow, gasping for breath right after.
âGood girl,â he moaned. âThere.â he grinded inside you and something was pressing at your mound. âFeel that? Feel my knot?â
His what?
âOnce I thrust my fat knot into you, thereâs no going back,â he growled. âUntil I spill all my come inside you and breed that adorable pussy, thereâs no stopping.â
Did you want to?
Kayden leaned into your ear. âTell me, do you want that?â
âYes,â you whined.Â
Kayden kissed you, turning your head back. âGood girl.â He pushed you down, pressing closer, tighter. His knot was thick as it slid in you. At first you werenât sure it would fit. There was no way! Then pop. It was in place inside you.Â
Kaydenâs fingers tensed on your body and he shuddered. âIâve never knotted someone before. Fuck. Itâs amazing! Your pussy makes me feel so good!â
He was deep inside, making your head spin and core pulse. It was too much, it wasnât enough at all. He had you crying out, making you climax before you could even think. How he was able to keep going after that, you werenât sure. But his stamina was unmatched.
The werewolf had you all over his ground floor. His couch, table, on the kitchen counter, even the washing machine. When it was his time to erupt you were balanced on the very edge of the washing machine, legs wrapped around his waist. He was snarling, grunting, his face contorting.
âHurry,â you whispered. âCome inside me.â
He gnashed his teeth.
âCome for me,â you whispered again.
He locked eyes with you, thrusting harder and harder until he went still. His whole body tensed. He pulsed inside. The jerk of his cock made you shudder.
âYes!â he hissed. âIâm breeding my mate!â
You were on the pill, it was all just for show. But holy hell was that even better than you expected!
Kayden panted, pulling you off the washing machine and laying you on the clothes below. He was still stuck to you as he cuddled you, nuzzling your soft hair then kissing your cheek.
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Mother loved the Beauties Regiment. Why she did, I donât have the foggiest reason. To my eyes, they were all brutes, behemoths in armor, carrying spears and swords in their giant meaty hands. The regiment started with my grandfather, who made it to show his brute strength. With my mother, she used them. I wouldnât say decoration, but to show off in another way. Rather than keep them around for war and fighting, she brought them inside. They were bodyguards, monuments to our kingdomâs power.
Orcs, trolls, saurians, many creatures made up the ranks of the regiment. All my life I had to walk with them beside me, which bothered me to no end. They were unseemly, crass, and while they were there for my protection, I did not feel eased around them. They smelled like men often do smell, but somehow worse. But my mother loved them, her beauties, her army. My father was a brute too, a good man, but his appearance was not one would expect for my delicate, beautiful mother. Perhaps that is why my mother liked the Beauties so much.
I didnât have my motherâs taste. Quite the opposite, in fact! I liked regal men, beautiful men and women. I found the man I was to marry perfectly suited to me. Sometimes the thought of him made me dizzy.
Armand was from Charbagne, a land further south and towards the Eastern Sea. Charbagne was well known for its beautiful landscapes and equally beautiful people. Armand was one of them, and I loved him from the moment I saw him as a thirteen-year-old girl.
âI donât think he is a good match,â my motherâs words cut me like a knife.
âHow can you say that?â I fought with her. Thirteen was not a wonderful age. I can admit that. Looking back, I was barely formed as a person, I can say. I was half child, half monster, believing I was an adult. âHe is beautiful!â
My mother stopped brushing her hair to give me that sad, weary look she always gave me. I understand now what that look was. It was concern and fear knowing she couldnât reach my pea sized brain.Â
âI agree. Heâs a lovely young man. I just worry he is not a powerful man.â
âStrength!â I spat out. âThat is all you think about! Muscle and hair and sweat!â
That look remained, but collected a dust of exasperation. God, I was a tyrant as a child. What things I would change if I only knew? âAisling, darling, that is not all that strength is.â
âWhy do you think I am like you?â I snapped back at her. âI do not want someone ugly like Daddy!â Oh sweet horror, I slap myself often when I cringe at this memory.
My mother stood up from her chair. âHow dare you say that about him?â She said with a tone like a blade.Â
I kept my jaw stiff, my fists balled. âArmands is who I want! He is beautiful and I want to be surrounded by beautiful things! I donât want this placeâs version of beauty!â Wretched little creature that I was, I topped off the entire display with a stomp of my foot and a grand wave of my hands. âI want genuine beauty! Not monsters!â
My motherâs eyes could have cut glass, but she was never one to harm anything. Sheâd never laid a hand on me before, nor would she ever. Instead, her silence spoke more than any slap could.
âAisling Grace.â She only used my full name when it was serious. âCruelty isnât pretty. It doesnât look good on anyone.â That sharp finger came out, pointing, wagging. To this day, I still wish I could grow my nails like hers, so sharp, so dangerous, and yet so elegant. âYour father is a good man, isnât he? Loving? Thoughtful? Beyond kind?â
I looked away from her. No thirteen-year-old wants to admit their parents are right, and I was probably the most obstinate.Â
âAisling Grace.â It was how stiffly she held her bottom lip to her teeth that made my resolve wave. My mother rarely got angry, but when she did, she would become a storm.
âI didnât raise you to think so ugly.â She pointed that sharp finger at the door. âTo your room.â
I looked up at her, pouting. âWhat about supper?â
Her eyes widened with rage. âI will bring you a plate.â
I stomped and tousled, so my dress was a flurry of lace and layers. I tripped as soon as I went to leave, which caused me to burst into angry, hateful tears. The thirteen-year-old torment turned to tears as I ran down the hallway, ready to scream, ready to unleash my fury upon the world.
Was it so wrong to want to marry the most beautiful boy I had ever seen? Youâll learn it isnât right. Was it so wrong to hate where I was? If I could only explain to you, terrible child, how much you would regret your words every day.
Rounding a corner, I slammed into a very solid, colossal figure. I was knocked back. Meanwhile, the figure was unmoved. It was a Beauty trainee, dressed in the deep blue tunic and small, winged helmet.
âWhoa there, Princess!â An armor-clad Beauty chuckled.Â
The trainee was a saurian. His deep green scales were emerald like, his eyes a brilliant gold. But half his face was marred with strange scars. His face appeared melted, burned. From under his left eye and down his cheek. I was stunned silent for a moment just how ghastly he looked.
He seemed too silent, too still.
âHow dare you get in my way!â I yelled, trying to pick myself up. I was furious and angry though, and my skirts kept getting in my way.
âJasper, say hello to the princess by helping her up.â The armored Beauty was holding back his laughter. I would have kicked him if I could.
âYes, sir,â Jasper mumbled. He knelt down, extending his large, scaly hand to me. âPrincess,â he said rather coldly.
I slapped his hand away. This would be the first time we touched, but certainly far from the last.
The armored Beauty threw back his head in laughter, unable to contain himself anymore. He was guffawing. Meanwhile, the young saurian was staring at me with those golden eyes.
âTake my hand, or you can waller there,â Jasper replied.
The armored Beauty held back a moment. âNow, now, son, sheâs not always like this. Be kind to her and sheâll be kind in return.â
Jasper looked down at me, his eyes sharp. âShouldnât it be the other way around?â
This was only the start of our relationship. Sixteen-year-old Jasper had already been through more in his young life than I had warm meals. He boomed in the Beauties Regiment, becoming one of their strongest. He earned my familyâs favor by saving my fatherâs life on the battlefield. As grateful as I was to have my father still alive, I hated that Jasper who saved him. Because after that, Jasper was seen more around the palace. My parents showed him off with excitement.Â
âLook at how big he is! And barely in his twenties!â My father would boast.
âI knew he was special from the moment he entered as a trainee,â my mother said with extra excitement. âHeâs going to be something remarkable one day, mark my words. Heâll become the hero of Gravelmeuse.â
A hero my ass, I thought. Barely seventeen and I thought I knew the world. The past four years dealing with Jasper had also made me think I knew him as well. I thought he was an idiot. He was silent mostly, which made me think he had nothing intelligent to say. He was all hard muscle, absolutely no room for brains. This also made him very cruel, I thought. All he wanted was battle and bloodlust.
âAh, look at the pretty little poppet in her finery. Who dressed you today?â He teased me when we passed each other in the halls. I felt he only spoke to torment me.
âHave you ever bathed?â I tossed the insult back at him.
Jasper chuckled. âDo I offend you so much, Poppet?â
I glared at him, not wanting to be in his presence any longer, but certainly not wanting to let him win this. âIf I respected you, I would be offended.â
He clicked his tongue. âYou wound me.â
âCan anything wound you? The way people talk, youâre unstoppable. But I bet youâre just as weak as any man!â
Jasperâs gold eyes sliced at me from under his helmet. He lifted the visor, revealing his face to me. That patch of burned flesh was still there, but age and healing made it pull tighter, shinier. Streaks of green and fleshy pink.Â
âOf course I am a man, and like any man, I am prone to fall to what can touch my soft underbelly.â
Looking him up and down, I failed to see anything soft about him. âIs a touch all it takes?â
âOh, Poppet,â he growled under his breath. âYou do not even know what touches can do to a man. Ask your mother. She knows all too well.â
I bit down on my tongue as I scowled at him.
âYou would be wise to learn all your mother knows. Like her, you could become something great one day. But for now, you are just a poppet.â He shut his helmet and walked away.
He wouldnât get away with that. âAt least people like me!â
He glanced back over his shoulder. âAre you sure?â
There was a bowl of fruit in the hall. My mother had many similar bowls placed around the palace so the Beauties could have fresh fruit whenever they wanted. But for me, it was ammo. I grabbed a soft peach and hurled it. I hit him! Square in the back of the head.
Jasper stopped and reached up to touch the sticky, sweet mush coating the back of his helmet, running down his neck and back. âI will grant you this, Poppet. You have mighty good aim.â He turned and the look in his eyes wiped the smile away from my face. âIt may come in handy someday.â
It was immature of me. But to add to it, I stuck my tongue out at him and bolted down the hallway. Jasper and I had many meetings like that. Bickering as such.Â
I was still under the impression that Armand was the greatest thing in all the empire. He was lovelier still, growing into his looks as fine as wine aged. His long black curls and bright blue eyes would make any girl who saw him swoon. Still, my mother didnât like him, but she played the part well when he came to visit.
âI brought you these, your majesty.â He opened a box to show off the pearl necklace inside to my mother. âCharbagneâs pearls are some of the best in the world.â
âYes, I know.â My mother took the pearl necklace. It was much nicer than the single one on a gold chain she wore constantly. âThis is lovely, Armand. Thank you.â She took the box and closed it. âI will save this for the most special of occasions.â
Armand thought he had her, but I knew my mother, and there was no winning her over with a necklace. You needed to be two feet wider and a foot taller, with more hair than brains to win over my mother. Seeing my father sat next to her, you would have thought a bear broke into the castle and put on clothes. Not that he wasnât a very handsome bear, but the dichotomy between them still makes me giggle to this day. Although now I understand my mother more.Â
Armand perfectly matched me, I thought. He was so handsome and wise, and I liked looking at him just as much as I did listening to him.
âAnd this is for you,â he whispered to me in private. He slipped the pearl ring onto my finger and held my hand. âWear it always so that I am with you, no matter what.â
My childish heart was soaring! How beautiful it was! âIâll never, ever take it off!â I whispered back, leaning in to take a kiss.
âIt wonât be too much longer now,â Armand chuckled. âYour mother canât move the wedding date back anymore before my father gets angry.â
A pout painted my lips. âI know, and I am so sorry about that.â I leaned in again for a kiss.
âWhen you and I rule Gravelmeuse one day, a lot of things are going to be different.â Armand looked out from the balcony, over the tall mountains and the thick rivers flowing through the rocks. âThis is an oasis, Ashley, and I do not think your family understands that.â
I didnât correct him because I thought it was a nickname for me. âWhat are your plans?â I asked him, trying to move myself back into his line of sight. As I stepped before him, I saw Jasper coming up the stairs and I gripped Armandâs hand tight.
âCommerce,â he chuckled. âThis fresh water here has so many more benefits than just drinking it!â
âFish fuck in it.â
Armand turned sharply to look at Jasper. âI beg your pardon!â
âYou may beg all you like,â Jasper said with a smarmy laugh. âBut the entire palace is looking for you, Poppet.â
âPoppet?â Armand scoffed.
I glared with equal fervor at Jasper. âThen why not tell them where I am?â
Jasper wasnât looking at me, not by a long shot. He had a cool, even stare upon Armand that wouldnât flinch. âYour mother wants you.â
âTell her I am busy.â I stood between Armand and Jasper, hoping to avert Jasperâs gaze. âI am with my future husband.â
A smile curls the corners of Jasperâs mouth, and yet he still didnât notice me. âWe all know who you are with, Poppet.â
Armand huffed and took hold of my shoulder, pulling me closer to himself. âHow dare you speak to Ashley like that?â
âBecause I am not.â Jasper held his hand out to me. âCome along now, before your mother comes looking for you up here herself.â
I scoffed and apologetically looked at Armand. âI will see you later.â I held up my hand with the ring, smiling brightly before it instantly turned into a frown as I walked along with Jasper.
âYou are supremely cruel,â I muttered to him as we descended the stairs.
Jasper chuckled. âI could be worse, Poppet.â
I rolled my eyes and sighed. âWhat does my mother want anyway?â
âYour uncle is arriving for a visit,â Jasper replied.
I furrowed my brow and turned to look back at him. âUncle? What uncle?â I crossed my arms to further look him up and down. âI have aunts, but no uncles. You should know that.â
Jasper tilted his head to the side. âPerhaps that is what your mother wants to talk to you about. Just maybe, though.â
This felt like a final straw to me. Not only had he been mocking me since I was thirteen, he had just now interrupted me and my betrothed. âWhat do you think of me?âÂ
His eyes slightly widened, but it was a quick reflex before he returned to his usual demeanor. âDo you want me to think about you?â
âThatâs not what I asked, Jasper,â I snipped. âDo you think Iâm a fool? Do you think I am going to tolerate this treatment forever?â
âDreams sometimes come true, Poppet.â
I bit down on my tongue so I didnât gnash my teeth together. A horrible habit I was trying to fix from childhood. âItâs lucky my family likes you.â
Taking in a deep, purposeful breath, Jasper slowly let it out. âI consider it that. Luck. My whole life I have been lucky, Poppet.â He took steps down to me. âIâm lucky to be alive. Iâm lucky to be a Beauty. Iâm lucky to have been there when the king needed me. Hell, Iâve been told Iâm even lucky to get to be around you. If you donât like my tone, you should actually listen to the tone of others, Poppet.â His eyes seemed to cut back upstairs.Â
There was a pulse in my chest I didnât recognize. I touched my chest to make sure, and yes, indeed it was my heart pattering away withâŚexcitement? No. Must have been anger, surely. âOne day, this place will have normal knights.â
âMaybe so,â he chuckled. âBut I suspect that when it does, this place will not be somewhere you wish to live, dear princess.â He waved his hand to finish our descent down the stairs. âNow hurry along, Poppet. Iâm sure youâre eager to hear about this uncle of yours, whomever he may be.â
I sniffed, holding my skirts up to hurry down the stairs. âIâm sure it is nothing. Someone lost to war. Someone looking to pilfer from my motherâs pocket. Could be anything.â
âCould be something,â Jasper murmured. âWhat? You arenât excited about the prospect of a new family?â
I smoothed out my skirt from where I held it. âIâll be more excited once I know the details.â
âThat was all a threat up there, wasnât it?â Jasper chuckled. âYouâre not really going to get rid of me, are you, Poppet?â
I clicked my tongue. âOh absolutely. I may keep the Beauties Regiment in my grandfatherâs honor, but I will certainly get rid of you.â I tossed my hair over my shoulder. âIt will be nice to have men around who respect me.â
An amused snort came from under his helmet. âYou still donât know what I think of you, Poppet.â
âShow me.â I faced him, mustering up the toughest look I could. âProve to me youâre not just a beauty, but a proper knight. Show me you want my respect, and we will see where we stand in a few years.â
Jasperâs smile was surprisingly soft. âFine. Iâll show you.â
Summary:Â âPrincess, you donât mind Roy hanging out with us, do you?â. Jason avoided your eyes for a few moments, on purpose you knew. He was waiting for you to calm down. He knew that you couldnât stand the auburn haired man Jason insisted was his best friend.
Warnings â Language. Smut. NSFW. Threesome.
Word Count: 2.8k
A/N: Well today is the day. Itâs my birthday!!! As I hit the infamous dirty thirty this year, enjoy this thirsty fic and celebrate with me. đĽłđđ xoxoÂ
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Warnings | NSFW, MDNI, smut, nipple play, Unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), Fingering (m!receiving) , Oral (f!receiving), threesome, anal (m!receiving), slight bondage (handcuffs), aftercare, fluff, no use of y/n
Words | 2.1k
Notes | This took me about a week to finish fully because uni is kicking my butt right now. Enjoy and of course, English isn't my first language.
Summary | The three of you tri-parenting Lian and what happens in your soundproof bedroom after she goes to sleep.
You and Lian were cuddled up on the roof of your apartment building, waiting for Jason and Roy to get back from patrol; you were reading a book to Lian, one of her favourites, Charlie and the Chocolate factory. Sheâd been obsessed with it lately. It was around 4am on a Saturday and Lian had begged to stay up so she can see her daddies when they got home. Sheâd even pulled the puppy eyes out, how could you say no?
The Sun was slowly starting to rise over the horizon, Gotham slowly coming to life, a sign that Jason and Roy would be home soon. Just as you finished chapter ten of Charlie and the Chocolate Factory, you and Lian heard the familiar thuds of two people landing on the roof from behind you two. Lian quickly spins around to see her dads, jumping up from your lap and running over to them with a happy squeal. âDaddy!â She shouts jumping into Royâs arms. âHi Sugarplum,â Roy coos, ruffling her hair, messing up her already messed up black curls. âHey Princess,â Jason says, a hint of a smile in his voice, though you couldnât tell, he never took his helmet off before he was behind a locked door in the safety of your home. âHi Daddy Jay,â Lian beamed.Â
You smile and stand up from your place on the roof, the book and the blankets bundled under your arm, âHi boys,â you say as you walk over to them and Lian. âHey beautiful,â Roy hums in greeting, looking you up and down. âHi sweetheart,â Jason says, taking a few steps forwards so he can wrap his arms around your waist, âLets get inside, yeah? Itâs cold out here.â You and Roy nod at his suggestion and start heading to the fire escape to get into the apartment.Â
Once youâre all inside Lian starts to yawn, âAww, is someone sleepy?â Roy asks her teasingly. âNuh-uh, Iâm not tired!â Lian protests through another yawn. âReally, princess? You look pretty damn tired to me,â Jason comments while taking off his helmet now that youâre inside, revealing a soft smile on his lips. Lian yawns again, cuddling into Royâs chest, âMaybe a littleâŚâ She trails off with another yawn. You chuckle softly, âCome on, baby, letâs get you to bed.â
Roy carries her to her bedroom, flicking on her night light as he enters. He places her onto her soft bed with her unicorn bedding, tucking her in with a kiss to her forehead as you and Jason watch from the doorway. âGoodnight, Lian. Me, Daddy Jay and Mommy love you soooo much,â he whispers quietly as her little eyes droop closed and she drifts off to sleep.
He slowly tip-toes out of Lianâs bedroom, closing the door quietly behind him. âWell done, Roy. You didnât fuck it up,â Jason comments, a smirk on his stupidly handsome face. âOh shut up, Jay. I can tuck Lian into bed without messing up, Iâm not stupid-â Roy argues back before Jason interrupts him, âReally? Couldâve fooled me-â he grunts before you finally interrupt them, your voice stern. âBoys,â you warn, giving them a look. âYeah, yeah, sorry sweetheart,â Jay responds to your stern look. âSorry babygirl,â Roy says sheepishly. You roll your eyes at their constant banter and jokes and arguing before smiling again at the thought that your boys are home and that Lian is asleep. âBedroom?â You ask, watching their faces light up. âHell yes, beautiful.â Roy groans, wrapping his arms around your waist and slinging you over his shoulder, walking you over to your guysâ bedroom, Jason following close behind, chuckling quietly at Royâs antics.Â
Jason locks the door behind the three of you as Roy throws you onto the bed, your fall cushioned by the pillows and fluffy blankets you three keep on bed for comfort. Roy steps back and starts taking all of his gear off, Jason doing the same. You sit back and watch, this was your favourite part of the night; your favourite boys turning into your favourite show. Jason notices you looking and elbows Roy to get his attention, âLike the show, sweetheart?â He says teasingly a grin on his usually gruff face, making you smirk in response. âYou know I am, handsome,â you hum back, taking your own pyjama top and shorts off, leaving you in your underwear as they join you on the bed in only their underwear too; Jason on your left, Roy on your right.
âWow, this pretty set, all for us, baby?â Roy smirks, commenting on your red lingerie set that youâd specifically chosen for tonight. âCanât I do something special for my boys?â You ask as you wrap your arms around Royâs neck. Roy brings his hands up to rest on the sides of your ribs while Jasonâs arms come around your back to wrap around your waist, leaving you trapped and sandwiched between the two. âI like it, sweetheart,â Jason says, pressing a kiss to the back of your head. âYou only like it because itâs in your colours,â Roy huffs before Jason speaks up again, âYou wear red too, dumbass,â âYeah, but my redâs lighter than yours,â Roy whines. âRoy, stop whining, Iâll get a set that matches your red next time, yeah?â You suggest, trying to stop them from arguing again. âOkay baby, sounds good,â Roy mumbles, ducking his head down to start pressing small kisses to your neck. âYou spoil him,â Jason grumbles, making you smile.
âCome on, Jay. I spoil you too,â you hum, grinding your ass against Jasonâs core. Jason groans, his hands tightening around your waist, Roy sees whatâs happening and decides to join in, grinding his hips into yours as you grind on Jason. âCome on, babygirl, letâs show Grumpus a good time, eh?â Roy whispers. You slide your hands into Jasonâs boxers, palming him before sliding his boxers down his thick thighs, Roy helping you with eagerness in his eyes. âWoah, one at a time, please,â Jason jokes, kicking his discarded boxers off the bed and rolling over to be on top of the two of you. His big arms, that are definitely bigger than your head, caging you and Roy in as he leans down to kiss Roy messily. Roy responds quickly, their kiss a mess of teeth, tongue and lips with no coordination to it at all. When they break apart, Roy turns to you with a grin before capturing your own lips in an equally messy kiss. His tongue sweeps through your mouth, the taste of Jason lingering from before.Â
As you kiss Roy, Jason makes it his own mission to make sure the two of you are as unclothed as he is; he slides down your underwear and unclasps your bra at the back, taking your nice lingerie set off as Roy shimmies himself out of his boxers, his hard cock springing out. Roy eventually pulls back from the kiss, his hands immediately grabbing your boobs, playing with your nipples, teasing and twisting the sensitive buds before Jason smacks his hands away. âGo get the lube, youâre in the middle tonight,â Jason growls. âWhy do I gotta be in the middle?â Roy complains. You answer his question for him, âBecause I was in the middle last time and Jason was the time before that. Go.â âUgh, fine,â Roy groans, getting out of bed and walking to the nightstand to get the lube. âAnd the handcuffs,â Jason adds, getting a shocked look from both of you. âFor me or for both of us?â Roy asks sheepishly, trying to hide the fact that Jason being mean was making his cock leak prematurely with pre-cum. âJust you, I donât want you touching tonight, got it?â Jason says sternly. âY-yeah, sure,â Roy says quickly, grabbing the handcuffs and the lube and crawling back onto the bed.
Jason was now knelt at the end of the bed and you were resting up against the pillows, leaving enough space for Roy between you two. Roy crawls onto that space, facing you as Jason takes the handcuffs and does his hands behind his back. âHi baby,â Roy grins. âHey Roy~â you smirk, running a hand through his hair as Jason squirts the lube onto his fingers to prep Roy. âReady?â Jason asks preemptively. âYup. Give me everything youâve got, big boy,â Roy says cockily, before immediately moaning and whining as Jason inserts a finger, his moans getting louder as Jason inserts another. âAww, what happened to âGive me everything youâve gotâ?â You question teasingly, holding Royâs face in your hands. âN-nothing, sweetcheeks, I-Iâm a grown ass man, I can h-handlle this,â Roy moans as Jason massages his G-spot. Jasonâs smirk widens at the sounds Roy makes, âSweetheart, give him a little something, yeah?â
You lean back against the pillows more, opening your thighs in front of Royâs face. âCan I? Please, Jason, I need to taste her.â Roy begs. âYeah. Dig in, Roy.â Jason grunts as Roy dives head first into your cunt. His tongue circles your clit, making you moan. You grip his hair pushing him further in. His tongue delves into your entrance making obscene noises youâre glad no one else can hear because of the soundproof wall paneling Jason insisted you got. âIâm gonna go in now, relax, Roy,â Jason says, the tip of his, frankly gargantuan, cock pressing against Royâs entrance. Roy moans into your cunt, the vibrations going straight through you.
He enters Roy in one quick thrust, forcing Roy deeper into your cunt. Roy whimpers, slurping up all of your juices, the familiar coil in your stomach tightening. âOh- Oh, jay- Iâm gonna, ugh-â you moan out, Roy working on your clit, taking it between his teeth sucking, tracing with his tongue all while Jason thrusts in and out of him. âJust let go, sweetheart, Royâs a good boy, heâll take care of you,â Jason groans, Roy whimpers at being called a good boy.Â
After a few more minutes you finish, your orgasm falling over you like a truck, squirting all over Royâs face, he laps it all up, every last drop like itâs his lifeâs purpose. âGods, baby, you taste so good,â Roy moans against your cunt, his tongue running up your folds, making obscene slurping noises. Jason continues thrusting in and out of Roy, hitting his prostate over and over again.
âOh- Oh, Jay-â Roy gasps, his pretty cock decorated with a red tip, pre-cum dripping onto the bed. âYouâre such a good boy for us, baby,â you coo, leaning down to press sweet kisses all over his face. âCome on, Roy, let go for us, Iâm so close,â Jason groans, slamming into Roy harder. Roy moans and groans louder. You shift bringing them both further up the bed a bit so Royâs face rests on your chest, his face pressed into your boobs, his moans vibrating through you. âUgh, Jay- Please, Iâm gonna-â Roy whines before blowing his load all over the bed, Jason following close behind, filling Roy up to the brim.
Jason slowly pulls out, collapsing onto the bed next to you two. You three lay there panting, the air thick, the scent of sex lingering. âI love you, boys,â you whisper, pressing a small kiss to each of their foreheads and undoing Royâs handcuffs, throwing them off to the side. âI love you too, sweetheart,â Jason mumbles. âI love you the most, babygirl,â Roy smiles up at you. âCome on, letâs get cleaned up,â you say, shifting on the bed. Jason and Roy follow you off the bed, moving to the bathroom attached onto the bedroom. You turn the bath on, climbing in as it starts to slowly fill up. Roy and Jason climb into the large bath as well. You lay your head on Jasonâs chest, your leg hooking over his, Roy on his other side, doing the same movements.Â
A while later you all climb out of the bath, drying yourselves off and getting into some fresh pyjamas. Roy changes the sheet on the bed, putting the one he came all over into the laundry hamper. Jason hides the lube and the handcuffs back into the drawer. You all climb back into bed, cuddling up to each other. Jason on your left and Roy on your right like always. âMy boys,â you whisper with a smile. âYep, yours,â Jason says. âYour boys,â Roy grunts, halfway into sleep. You and Jason chuckle softly at his sleepy expression. âGoodnight, sweetheart. Goodnight, Roy.â Jason hums as you all fall into sleep, relaxed in each otherâs arms. Completely safe and in love.
Author's note | Should I do a part two to this? I kinda want to...
Edit | I am currently writing part two to this. I'm going to make it a series.
divider by: cafekitsune & omi-resources
word count: 4.1k
synopsis: Caught in a storm after a mission, you, Jason, and Roy are forced to share a motel roomâwhere they end up helping you sleep in more ways than one.
a/n: It's 3 am and I'm half asleep editing this so I blame that for any errors or if anything sounds weird. To my Anon who requested this, I hope you liked it ⥠To my under 18 readers, sorry guys this one is not for you.
warnings: Dom Jason & Roy, DP...
The rain was biblical. A curtain of water hammered down from the sky as if the heavens themselves had opened up. Your boots sloshed through ankle-deep puddles as you sprinted from the abandoned warehouse to the rusted-out pickup Roy had hot wired earlier. Jason was right behind you, muttering curses under his breath while stripping off his soaked gloves.
âHell of a storm,â he growled, slamming the door shut behind him.
âNo shit,â Roy snapped, wringing out his drenched red hood. âWe need to get off the roads before we hydroplane into a ditch.â
You leaned back in your seat, arms crossed, watching lightning carve jagged veins across the sky.
The only open place for miles was a flickering roadside motel that looked like it belonged in a slasher flick. Faded sign. Buzzing neon. A cracked Vacancy light sputtering in the window. The lobby smelled like mildew and nicotine.
âThereâs only one room left,â you announced flatly after speaking to the man at the desk, dropping the key onto the table between you three with a dull clack.
Jason blinked. âYouâve got to be kidding, letâs just sleep in the car. and save the cashâ
You shot him a look, arching a brow. âYou want to sleep in a metal death trap during a lightning storm?â
He didnât answer, but his scowl deepened. For someone who always claimed being adopted by a billionaire hadnât changed him, his inner snob was definitely showing.
Roy leaned against the wall nearby, shaking rain from his hair. He let out a sigh as he dropped his soaked cap to his side, water dripping onto the already stained floor. âWeâre lucky thereâs anything at all,â he said. âI vote we take the room. Worst case, I steal a pillow and sleep in the bathtub.â
Jasonâs jaw ticked. âI swear to God, if you snoreââ
âThen you can sleep outside, princess,â you snapped, snatching the key back off the table with a roll of your eyes. âLetâs go.â
The three of you braved the torrent once more, pushing through the downpour as you made your way across the lot and veered toward the exterior staircase. Rain lashed at your backs, soaking through already-wet clothes as you climbed up to the second floor, your boots squelching against the slick concrete.
You were halfway down the corridor, counting the faded room numbers, when a figure stumbled toward you from the opposite end.
A manâmiddle-aged, soaked, and reeking of alcoholâswaggered closer, barely keeping his balance. His grin was crooked, yellowing teeth on full display as his bleary eyes landed on you.
âWell, arenât you a looker,â he slurred, gaze crawling across your body without shame. âHey honey, if those two canât fuck you right, good ole Earlâs just next door.â
Before you could even respond, both Jason and Roy stepped in closerâshoulders squared, jaws tight, their bodies a wall between you and the leering man.
Jasonâs glare couldâve shattered glass. Roy didnât say a word, but the murderous glint in his eyes said plenty.
The man didnât seem to get the hintâor maybe he was too drunk to care. His gaze dragged over you once more, slow and shameless, before he gave a greasy wink and turned, staggering toward the room directly beside yours.
The second his door clicked shut, Jason muttered, âIâm not above committing a felony tonight.â
Roy cracked his neck, still watching the door. âIf he even says one more word, and Iâll help you bury the body.â
You sighed and rolled your eyes, brushing past your two overprotective best friends as you stepped up to your own door. The key rattled in the lock, and the motel door creaked open with a long, miserable groanâhinges rusted and squealing like the place hadnât seen a maintenance crew in a decade.
You stepped inside first, flicking on the lightâand froze.
Jason nearly ran into you. âWhatâ?â
âThereâs only one bed,â you said flatly.
Roy squeezed past the two of you, tracking wet footprints across the peeling linoleum as he took a good look around. âNo couch either,â he muttered. âFigures.â
Jason scoffed and crossed his arms as thunder rumbled overhead, rattling the thin windows. âGreat. This just keeps getting better.â
You groaned and scrubbed a hand down your face. âOkay. Someone takes the floor.â
Jason didnât hesitateâhis gaze snapped straight to Roy. âYou.â
âExcuse me?â Roy scoffed. âWhy me?â
You arched a brow, unimpressed. âWhat happened to stealing a pillow and sleeping in the tub?â
He paused. His gaze drifted toward the cracked bathroom door. Slowly, cautiously, he stepped closer and nudged it open wider. The second he got a full look inside, he recoiled in horror and slammed it shut.
âAbsolutely not,â he declared. âThat tub is fucking filthy. Iâm pretty sure itâs harbouring the next stage of biological warfare.â
Jason rolled his eyes. âThen floor it is.â
âLike hell,â Roy snapped. âIâm not waking up with roaches in my sleeping bag. Again.â
You looked between them, already regretting every choice that had led you to this moment. One bed. Two stubborn idiots.
Roy huffed and paced a few steps, running a hand through his wet hair. Jason muttered something under his breath that you didnât catchâbut whatever it was, it made Royâs head snap back around.
Roy threw his hands up. âYou always have to make everything harder than it needs to be, man. Youâve been bitching since we started this missionâeither deal with it or go pout in the rain.â
Tension crackled in the air again, and thenâpredictablyâthe arguing began. IIt went on for over five minutes, neither of them backing down, and when it showed no sign of slowing, you sighedâloudlyâknowing you had to step in before someone got thrown off the balcony.
âYeah? Youâve got a big mouthâwhy donât you use that to talk yourself into a better hotel next time?â Jason hissed, stepping forward.
âThere was none available, genius,â Roy snapped. âAnd I didnât talk to the man, she did!â He jabbed a finger in your direction, then took a step forward himself. âIf youâve got such a problem, go sleep in the damn car like you wanted to in the first place!â
âI donât have a pillow!â
Roy threw his hands up with a dramatic huff. âYouâve got a bulletproof jacket. Fold it and use it as a pillow. Problem solved.â
Youâd had enough.
âEnough!â you snapped, throwing your arms in the air. âJesus. Youâre worse than children.â
They both blinked, caught off guard.
âWeâre all tired. Weâre all soaked. And weâve all nearly died at least once in the last twenty-four hours,â you continued, stabbing a finger toward the bed. âWeâll just share the fucking bed.â
Jason grumbled something under his breath. Roy muttered a reluctant, âFine.â
You gave them both a lookâsharp and full of warningâand they wisely dropped it.
Reluctantly, all of you agreed that you needed to wash off the blood and grime clinging to your skin and clothes. There was no arguing about itâjust the silent, shared understanding that you couldnât crawl into bed like this, no matter how dingy the bathroom was.
Jason went first, then Roy, each emerging from the tiny bathroom with damp hair and towels slung around their necks. Steam still curled out behind them in thick waves, spilling into the room. The scent of cheap motel soap mingled with warm skin, leather, and something distinctly masculine.
Finally, it was your turn.
You sighed, grabbing one of the boysâ extra shirts and a clean towel before slipping into the bathroom. The water was lukewarm at best, but it did the job, washing away the dried blood, grit, and hours of sweat clinging to your skin. By the time you stepped out, the storm was still howling outside, thunder rumbling like distant cannon fireâbut the room itself had gone still.
Too still.
You tugged at the oversized shirt youâd pulled onâone of Royâs, judging by the faint cologne clinging to the collar. The hem brushed your thighs, your panties just barely concealed beneath it. Barefoot, hair damp, you crossed the room slowly, wringing out your towel as the air shifted.
You rolled your eyes when you saw the narrow gap left between them on the bedâjust enough space for you, if you didnât mind wedging yourself between two immovable, half-naked walls.
Jason sat propped against the headboard, arms crossed, grey sweatpants slung low on his hips, a muscle shirt clinging to his chest like a second skin. Roy was sprawled on the opposite edge of the mattress, shirtless, his joggers slung low, hair still wet and clinging to his forehead in messy strands.
Both of them looked up at the same time.
And neither of them looked away.
You felt itâtheir eyes tracking every step, every slow drag of your legs across the floor. The cling of cotton to your still-damp skin. The subtle lift of your shirt as you moved, just enough to tease the curve of your ass before you dropped your towel on the back of the chair.
Jasonâs jaw flexed.
Royâs eyes moved slowly over you, lingering just a beat too long before flicking back up to your face.
It wasnât like youâd packed pajamas before this mission. The plan was to get in, get out, and be home in time to crash in your own bedâif the storm hadnât stopped you.Â
Sighing, you moved to crawl between the boys, sliding into the narrow space theyâd left for you. The mattress dipped beneath your weight, and for a moment, no one said anything. Just the low hum of rain against the windows and the occasional creak of the storm-battered building filled the silence.
But after a few minutes, the cold crept in.
The blanket was too thin to be of any real use, and the motelâs ancient heating system had clearly given up when the power flickered earlier. The chill slipped through the walls and into your bones, slow and merciless. You curled in tighter on yourself, trying to breathe through the shiversâbut it mustâve been obvious.
Roy shifted beside you with a quiet sigh. âPlease donât kick me.â
You blinked, confused. âWhat?â
Before you could ask again, he reached over and gathered you up, tugging you firmly into his chest. His arms wrapped around your waist. The heat of him hit you instantlyâbare skin, warm and solid, radiating through the thin fabric of your borrowed shirt. You gasped softly, surprised by the sudden closeness, but he didnât let go. One hand slid to the small of your back, holding you steady against him.
âYouâre freezing,â he murmured, the words more to himself than to you. His voice was quieter now, thick with sleep and something elseâconcern, maybe.
Then, behind you, the mattress dipped again.
Jason didnât say a word as he moved in, slipping in close and tucking himself against your back. One arm draped over your waist, his palm brushing lightly against Royâs where it still rested. You were surrounded nowâbracketed on either side by heat and solid muscle.
It shouldâve felt crowded. Uncomfortable.
But it didnât.
Between the two of them, the cold started to fade, your shivering easing bit by bit as their warmth settled into you. Royâs hand remained firm on your waist, his thumb tracing slow, absentminded circles against your hip. Jasonâs chest pressed flush to your back, his breath ghosting across your neck with every exhale.
None of you spoke.
But your heart was pounding nowânot from the cold.
From awareness.
From the way Royâs thumb dipped lower, brushing beneath the hem of your shirtâlazy and unhurriedâbefore retreating back to a more respectful place on your waist. To the way Jasonâs fingers curled just a little tighter around you every time your body softened against his
Your thighs squeezed together. You tried to focus on the storm outside, but it was nothing compared to the quiet heat building between the three of you.
You swallowed hard, lips parting. âThanks,â you whispered.
Jason hummed low against your ear. âAnytime.â
Time passed. Outside, the storm continued its relentless assault, but inside the room, everything remained stillâexcept for your heartbeat, quick and erratic beneath your skin.
Jasonâs breathing had evened out behind you. Royâs grip had gone slack in front of you. For a moment, you thought theyâd both drifted off.
But you hadnât.
Not even close.
Trapped between their bodiesâwarm, solid, far too temptingâyou were painfully awake. Every brush of breath against your neck, every inch of bare skin against yours, kept your nerves lit like live wire. The heat that had started as comfort was now simmering beneath your skin, licking up the inside of your thighs.
You shifted, slowly, unconsciously. Just a little, enough to press your legs together. Seeking relief. Something. Anything.
You nearly gasped when Jasonâs grip tightened around your waist with bruising intent.
âStop moving,â he growled low in your ear, his voice rough with sleepâor something very close to it.
You froze, pulse skittering. âI canât sleep,â you whispered back.
Jasonâs lips grazed your shoulder, and the quiet rumble of his breath rolled against your skin as he leaned in.
âYou keep grinding against me like that, sweetheart,â he murmured, darker now, âand youâre not gonna be sleeping at all.â
Heat surged low in your belly, a sharp pulse of desire cutting through the haze.
Your breath caught as you felt Roy stir slightly in front of you, shifting just enough to press his thigh between yours againâclose, far too close. You werenât sure if he was awake. You werenât sure if you cared.
Jasonâs hand spread across your stomach, fingers splayed low, thumb stroking slow against the edge of your shirt. âWhat do you need, then?â he asked quietly.Â
âIââ You swallowed. âI donât know.â
A beat passed. His lips grazed your skin again. âYou want me to stop?â
You shook your head before you could think better of it.
Jasonâs breath hitched. âThen keep still, baby,â he murmured, teeth grazing your shoulder now. âOr Iâm gonna.â
Behind you, he pressed closer, his body fitting against yours like it belonged there. His hand moved, slipping past the curve of your waist, between your body and Royâs.
And then under the hem of your shirt.
You sucked in a quiet breath as his fingers dipped lower, slipping beneath the waistband of your underwear. The touch was slowâtesting, giving you a chance to back out but you only shoved your ass back into him, silently urging him to continue.
Jason groaned low, his lips brushing your skin. âFuck,â he muttered, voice rough with restraint. âYouâre soaked.â
You whimpered, barely audible, your hips twitching in responseâbut his hand tightened against you, holding you in place.
âUh-uh,â he whispered darkly. âI told you to stay still.â
Your eyes fluttered shut, heat pooling deep in your belly, thighs squeezing around the hand still lazily exploring.
And then Roy stirred.
You felt the shift of his muscles in front of you, his hand moving to your waistâjust inches from Jasonâsâand his voice came low, hoarse with sleep and suspicion. âWhatâs going on back there?â
You opened your mouth to answer but at that same moment Jason slipped a finger inside of you and all that came out was a breathless sound caught halfway between guilt and desire.
His tone was casualâtoo casualâfor someone whose fingers were moving so deliberately, stroking you from the inside like he had all the time in the world.
Royâs eyes opened fully now, sharp and glinting in the low motel room light. He looked down between you, the pieces falling into place with startling clarity. His voice dropped to a knowing murmur. âWell, shit, baby⌠you need help sleeping?â
Your body jerked when Jason curled his fingers just right, brushing a place inside you that made your head spin with pleasure.Â
You whined as Jason curled his fingers towards that soft spongy part inside of you.Â
A helpless sound left your lips, needier than you meant.
âUse your words,â Roy said, voice smoother now, dangerous in its ease. his gaze met Jasonâs in the dark and Jason immediately stopped moving.Â
You pushed your hips back instinctively, trying to find reliefâbut Royâs grip held you firm.
Jasonâs lips were at your ear now, breath hot. âWeâre not doing anything unless you ask for it.â
Your throat worked around the ache building in your chest, in your stomach, between your thighs.
âYes,â you gasped out, breathless. âPleaseâdonât stop.â
Jasonâs fingers started moving again, slow but deliberateâteasing, then pressing deeper, dragging along every sensitive spot with calculated precision. He alternated his touch, one moment stroking inside you, the next circling your clit with maddening care.Â
Your breath came faster, soft sounds escaping before you could bite them back.
In front of you, Roy had pushed your shirt up with one hand, the fabric bunching beneath your arms. He groaned when he got a full view of you in the dim light, his palm splaying across your ribcage, thumb brushing up toward your breast.
âFuck,â he murmured, voice dark and reverent. âYouâre so damn pretty like this.â
You squirmed in their grip, overwhelmed and desperate for more, caught between Royâs roaming hands and Jasonâs sinful fingers.
Jasonâs mouth was at your ear again, his voice low and rough. âThink she likes the attention.â
Roy leaned in, pressing a slow, open-mouthed kiss to your collarbone as his hand gently cupped your breast. âThink she needs more.â
You whimpered, body caught in a tug-of-war between their hands, their mouths, their voicesâboth of them touching like they wanted to learn you from memory.
âYou still with us, sweetheart?â Jason murmured.
You nodded shakily, voice barely a whisper. âI wantâŚâ
Roy smirked against your skin. âYeah?â he murmured. âThen tell us, baby.â
But your words dissolved into a moan as Jasonâs thumb found just the right spotâand from the way Royâs eyes darkened.
âCome on, baby, use those words or weâll stop and leave you all needy and aching.â Roy urged with a croon as he leaned down to a suck a nipple.
Your back arched off the bed with a cry and shakily you said, âI want you both, I want you both to fuck me.â
Jason stilled, his breath catching. Royâs eyes darkened as he looked up at you with a gaze full of sin, âThen youâre gonna get exactly what you asked for, baby.â
In one smooth motion, Jason hooked his fingers into the waistband of your panties and tugged them down. The fabric slipped down your legs, discarded somewhere in the dark. Then he shifted behind you, his hands firm as he guided you up and over, so you were straddling Roy.Â
You hadnât even realized heâd shed his sweats.
The heat of him pressed against you, your thighs trembling slightly where they framed his hips as your pussy leaked all over him.
âGrind down on himâget that cock all nice and wet,â Jason ordered, guiding your hips down against Royâs throbbing length.
Roy groaned, his hands replacing Jasonâs on your hips as he began to guide you, sliding your slick pussy along the length of his shaft. You whimpered, each pass of his crown catching your clit and making your thighs tremble.
Behind you, Jason shifted again, gently pushing you forward, folding you over Roy, and began trailing hot, wet kisses down your spineâdeliberately going slowâuntil he reached the curve of your ass. At the same moment Roy latched onto your nipple, nipping sharply, Jason sank his teeth into your flesh, drawing a cry from your lips.
âIf I didnât want to be inside of you so bad,â Jason muttered, voice thick with restraint, âIâd spend hours marking this body.â
Roy groaned his agreement, mouth full of your tits as he alternated between themâsucking, licking, worshipping each one with desperate, hungry attention. His hands forcing your hips to keep grinding down on him.
Jason pulled back just enough to swipe two fingers through your arousal, then spread it across your tight entrance. He took his time, gentle and slow, as he began teasing you open.
You barely had time to breathe before he pushed a finger insideâright as Roy finally sank into your pussy.
A keening whine escaped you at the stretch, at the burn, as both of them filled you. Your arms shook as you tried to hold yourself up, overwhelmed by the way they began immediately movingâone slowly thrusting in as the other eased out, keeping at least one of them buried deep inside you at all times.
Jason soon slipped in a second finger, slowly stretching you wider. Your lashes fluttered, breath catching with every movement, all thought drowned beneath the mounting pleasure.
âItâs too much,â you panted.
âCome on, baby,â Roy murmured against your skin, his voice thick with teasing heat. âYou havenât even taken Jasonâs cock yet.â
âToo big,â you panted, voice breathless and shaky. âYou both wonât fit.â
God, Roy was barely fitting alreadyâthe stretch had you trembling, every nerve lit as you struggled to breathe through the fullness of his cock and Jasonâs fingers.
âYou can do it, doll,â Jason crooned, mouthing kisses along your neck before his lips brushed your ear. âDonât you want to be a good girl and take us both?â
A cry slipped from your lips as Roy suddenly snapped his hips upward sharply. You could only nodâdazed, dizzy on the sudden pleasureâbarely processing what you were agreeing to.
You whimpered when Jason pulled his fingers from you, and then Roy eased out too, leaving you feeling suddenly cold and achingly empty.
âPatience, baby,â Roy murmured, gently shushing you. âItâs Jasonâs turn to get his cock all nice and wet.â
Jason sank into your pussy slowly, thrusting just enough to coat himself in your slick heat before pulling out again, dragging a moan from your throat.
Roy returned almost instantly, pushing back inside you in one smooth motion, his grip tightening on your hips to keep you still and filledâright where he wanted you.
Your body tensed again as you felt the head of Jasonâs cock line up behind you, pressing against your stretched entrance. He went slow, easing in inch by inch.
Your arms gave out beneath you as a cry tore from your throat, the stretch and burn overwhelming. âOh fuck⌠itâs too much.â
Royâs fingers found your clit, rubbing slow, soothing circles as he whispered gently, âYou can do it. Thatâs it, baby⌠youâre taking us so well. Just relax for Jay, and push out against him.â
You were so tight around him that Jason had to grit his teeth, jaw clenched in restraint, holding himself back from sinking into you in one hard thrust.
All three of you let out a collective sigh as Jason finally bottomed out inside you. You were so fucking full. For a moment, neither of them moved, giving you time to adjust to having them both buried deep inside you.
Eventually, it was you who broke the silence with a low, desperate whine, trying to shift your hipsâseeking frictionâbut failing, too overwhelmed and too thoroughly impaled to properly move.
Jason and Roy shared a grin at your needy state.
âDoes our greedy girl need more?â Jason teased.
âPlease,â you begged, all but sobbing. âPlease, please, please.â
Your eyes rolled back as they finally started moving. They found a rhythm quicklyâdeep and stead strokes. The friction of both their cocks dragging along your walls was nearly too much, specially as their pace quickened, slamming into you and forcing screams of pleasure from your throat.
âYeah, there we go, doll,â Jason grunted, his voice rough and ragged. As he hauled your limp body up by the throat. âScream for us. I want that sleaze next door to know exactly how good weâre fucking you.â
His hand tightened around your throat while his other hand snaked in between you and Roy, fingers finding your clit, rubbing in tight, relentless circles.
It didnât take long after that.
Your body stiffened between them as the tightening coil inside you finally snapped. White-hot pleasure surged through your veins, stealing the air from your lungs and washing your vision in blinding light. For a moment, the world slipped away, your awareness fading into static. You barely registered their own releaseâhot and stickyâpainting your skin as they followed you over the edge.
When you finally came to, you were cradled in Royâs arms, his chest rising and falling steadily beneath you, while Jason knelt between your legs, gently cleaning you up carefully.
âYou back with us, doll?â Jason murmured, his voice low and warm.
âFuck,â you croaked, a tired laugh bubbling past your lips. âThis is one hell of a way to help a girl sleep.â
Reader is a civilian worker on base who brings their dog around, yeah? Shes usually got a service dog vest on but sometimes you bring her into the lounge to just hang out.
And ur dog seems to really like the guys! Her tail wagging, ur dog happily receives pets from soap and gaz. Price loves her too, 'sneaking' her treats that you totally see. But the guys are a bit disappointed to find that her favourite is ghost. Shes constantly jumping on him, or booping his neck with her nose if she can, just generally smothering the guy. Like. Constantly.
Its not until you and the guys are hovering by the kitchenette and something just- pricks your mind. Makes your breath hitch and hands shake. The others notice bc its their job to notice stuff like that, but before gaz can step in ur dog is jumping up and getting ur attention.
You sit down and let her crawl over u, feel her weight against u and just breathe. It takes a moment, but eventually ur okay. At the men's questioning look you just shrug "shes um- my service dog for PTSD. Alerts when im about to have a flashback or anything."
You keep playing with her fur, pointedly ignoring the horrified and sad looks ghost is receiving from his teammates now. She always is jumping on ghost...does that mean...?
So, ghost and healer!reader, whos magic feels good, right?
(Pst here's pt 4 with price)
He's unfortunately heard plenty from soap and gaz about how good ur healing feels, but he by principle avoids medics anyways. If he can tough out the injury, he will.
Sucks though that his body decides to fall into the most brutal fever known to man the second yall settle into a safe house. It would be risky to go to an actual doctor, that requires documents and paperwork that could put the whole team in danger. Medicine wont work and ghosts fever is only rising.
Its actually you that suggested using ur magic. You took some med classes, you know if his fever gets any higher it will be permanently harmful. You also know just how uncomfortable ghost is with medics and being touched, so ur gentle as you explain "look, ghost, im worried for you. I wont touch you if thats what you want, but we can try and mitigate your discomfort."
You explain how he can keep his mask on, you wont even remove his shirt, just slip a hand under. Hell, you offer to kick the others out into the snow if it makes him feel safer. In the end, he agrees and just kicks the guys out into the kitchen.
You slip a hand under his shirt, looking at a wall to hopefully make him less tense, and allow ur magic to flow into his chest. Instantly, ghosts head falls back into a loud groan, fists gripping the sheets as his hips buck into nothing.
He comes with a whine, but you can still feel that sickness in his body and mutter "just a few more seconds, okay?" While tears start to gather on his lashes from the sheer pleasure of it all.
Except, when you finally move to pull ur hand away, his grips ur wrist in his palms. He seems just as shocked as you are by the movement, but carefully remains silent for ur response. You hum, brows furrowed, and feel around gently for any more injuries. There's a gentle undercurrent in his body that you dont recognize as normal, but its not blaring pain. Either way, you gently stretch you magic back out.
Ghost outright sobs
His chest is rising and falling rapidly, hand trembling where it holds urs against his chest. Youre a bit confused, unable to truly find the source of whatever u sense in ghost, but he seems to be having a good time. Its actually pornographic, the sounds hes making, and you have no doubt he can be easily heard from the kitchen.
Three more orgasm later and a wet "thank you- fuck- thank you, shit, I cant- thank you-" and u finally pull your hands away. There's a visible wet patch on his pants, but you decide not to say anything, silently passing a bottle of water.
When he finally calms down, ghost keeps his eyes locked to the ceiling "chronic pain." He explains gruffly, trying to settle his nerves at just having acted like a desperate slag in front of u "it just- went away, felt good. Thanks."
(Hope u guys liked thisđ¤ it got a bit away from me lol. Wonder what ill do for priceđ¤)
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Lowkey socially inept ghost who has NO CLUE just how horny reader is for himđ
You've pulled out all the stops, complimented his outfits, pointed out how tall he is, how warm he is. Fuck, you even compared hand sizes! But nothing! Ur pretty sure hes just dense, bc its not like hes rejected you yet, just nods along with whatever you say but he doesnt *do* anything!
You learn that ghost has a bad back and send him sex positions designed to reduce back pain, nothing but a thumbs up. Its not even you that ends up telling him, gaz sees you offer chapstick after *just* applying some and he denies it. He cant take it anymore, watching u is becoming actually painful.
"Ghost, mate, she wants to fuck you." He says blunty, dodging the indignant slap aimed at him "preferably sooner than later." Gaz gives you both a firm pat on the shoulder then walks away.
....anyways ghost ends up railing u into the mattress and u learn that u just need to be blunt with him. From then on you either drag him to ur room or say it to his face, only mildly embarrassed abt being so bold but the dick is worth it.
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