Lil'bratty

Not the one he was actually in, no, the empty one at the end of a row of Rileys. He's not sure why he does it, maybe to get a look at something physical with his name on it and not whatever fake ID laswell sent him this month.

Recently, he's noticed a little fox that skitters into hiding whenever he approaches, though if he looked he'd find a den under his grave.

He's...not sure why, but he keeps coming back during the winter. Not for his grave, but for the little fox. He's terrified they won't make it through the cold. Thank god he did, because he finds a tiny ball of red fur frozen in the snow.

Ghost doesn't hesitate to scoop up the fox, bundling it in his only snow jacket as he walks back to his apartment in short-sleeves.

Only...when ghost wakes up after passing out that night, the fox he was curled around is....gone??

And there's some teen currently ransacking his fridge???

"...no. no way. Sir fox??" Ghost asks, eyes wide. You have the same patch of white hair where sir fox had white fur on his head.

He loves you, he really does, but price also loves not having knee pain every single day of the week and having to chug coffee in the mornings. Without fail, every night you're crawling on top of him, nosing at his neck with a playfully twitching tail.

"Settle down, runt. I've got meetings in the morning tomorrow, and you have training." He huffs, but indulegently let's you snuffle at his jaw. Sometimes, you rut against his thigh for a bit before tuckering yourself out.

Tonight, clearly, is not one of those night.

You yelp in surprise when price flips your positions, looming over you with a fondly annoyed expression. "You," he huffs, scoffing when his hands find an already lubed hole "are a menace. What happened to my obedient mate?"

You simply whine, ears pinning in apology and thighs falling open. As if price would ever believe your faux-guilt when your tail is thumping against the mattress as he lines himself up.

In one swift, overwhelming motion, price thrusts down to the hilt. This time you do yip in shock, back arching, ears perked. Before you can properly bask in the moment, price is putting his full weight on top of you with a gruff "i don't reward bad behavior, you know that, runt."

One, two, three half-thrusts and price's knot is inflating. Keeping you two locked together, he hunkers down and ignores your pitiful whines. The rest of the night you're pinned under price, even as he goes soft and his cum leaks around you, he's dead weight when asleep.

Essentially, yes!! He's always big and beefy when I think of him, and the hole in his cheek is basically mandatory

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