sweepincat

The realisation has your body still.

Your limbs growing taut as you finally grasped a hold of the horrifying situation.

There's— There's a strange man…!

And he's naked, sleeping in your house, on your bed, in the place of your cute pet bunny like this is completely fine, like this is common occurrence, like everything is normal— when it clearly fucking wasn't!

The only appropriate response is to scream— and you do just that.

The noise of your terror is shrill.

Piercing.

Ear-splitting— straight out of an r-rated horror film.

You kick and thrash and flail all at once, sight growing blurry with adrenaline as your fear quickly became your strength. And whilst you're under the pitiful conception that your efforts have an effect, to the unknown man, your abrupt movements are nothing more than an inconvenience.

You're squirming comes to a short pause when he, the strange man with pale hair — a shade that bares an awful resemblance to your pet's fur — makes a noise of disapproval.

It's a deep rumble, travelling through your chest and down your spine. A warning sign that you do not heed to, something you quickly come to regret when your actions pull an averse reaction out of him. His grip around your waist tightened instantly, the act immobilising your writhing figure which then urged him to snuggle closer into your neck.

He does it so effortlessly, so readily, as if it were no more than common practice, a behaviour that was so frighteningly familiar, it has your heart sink with disbelief.

Just who the hell was he, acting like this was nothing out of ordinary?

"G-Get, get off of me!"

The man let out another low grunt when you tried to pull away from him again, his annoyance accompanied with a short huff, one that sent a bout of unease to your stomach.

It was like playing a one-sided game of tug of war, you trying to escape his vice-like clutch whilst he merely groaned with displeasure and squeezed you near half to death.

Fuck, if the weight of him on top of you was this suffocating, you didn't even wanna imagine what kind of state your pet bunny would've been in considering he'd been peacefully sleeping on top of you.

Most likely bull-dozed under this hunk of a man.

"Ugh— you're crushing- my bunny—!"

You managed to get out with a heavy wheeze, still trying to put some much needed distance between the two of you. Your endeavours, for the very first time this morning, finally have some kind of effect on him. Albeit a very small one.

He perks up at your words, his earlier fatigue now nowhere to be found as he peered down at your twisting features through heavy-lidded eyes. A quaint shade of crimson, resembling rubies with their dull glimmer, greeted you in their full glory.

You gasped, mouth gaping as their familiarity dawned upon you.

There's no way—!

Just because he has hair and eyes that were terribly similar to your pet bunny, and a unique mannerism that you could recognise anywhere, just because of that— there's just no way… right?

You were very clearly jumping to conclusions!

"Bunny…?" Your voice trembled against yourself, lips wobbling as tears gathered in your lash line against your will. "My… my cute Bun-Bun..?"

It was almost comical how his nose twitched at the endearment, you could practically see flowers blooming around him as he flopped his head back down onto you, his temple pressing close to your lips as if waiting for something— something you only ever did with your furball…

He wanted you to coddle him with morning kisses and head scratches…!

But you couldn't do that— there was absolutely no way you could do that! This was a man!

Well, a hot man, but a man nonetheless!

Not your cute bunny!

There was a big difference between kissing your pet as opposed to kissing a whole ass man! You weren't exactly ready to cross that line yet!

And the longer you spent contemplating all this, the larger the risk of angering your spoiled bunny grew. And an angered bunny was not what you needed right now, not when you had only just replaced your previously chewed charger.

You needed to make a decision, and you needed to make it quick.

Ugh!

Eyes scrunching shut with fluster, you gathered your courage, lips puckering up as they readied themselves to plant a short but sweet peck on his pale hair. What you didn't account for, however, was how short his fuse actually was.

So imagine your surprise, when your lips didn't meet the soft tress of hair like you'd mentally prepared for, but instead, they were greeted with another pair of soft lips.

To your bunny's standard, you had taken far too long to shower him in your morning affections. And as a result, his frustrations grew, which had led him to face you with arguably the cutest expression of fury.

And, well, it didn't take a full blown genius to put two and two together— you'd crashed straight into his lips!

"Mmph—!"

Your heart nearly clawed its way out of your throat when you felt his tongue push past your lips. This, was not something you ever did with your bunny!

His head tilted to the side, teeth clashing and nose pressing against yours as he reached deeper into your wet cavern, chasing after something you couldn't quite put a name to.

A soft mewl left you in tandem, the noise of your pleasure swallowed by the greedy man on top of you. You nearly let yourself fall victim to your desires, those of which have been fuelling with frustration after your recent break up, only to snap out of it when you felt something hard press against your inner thighs.

He— he's hard!

Your ears flushed with embarrassment at the implication of his little — or big — situation, the realisation that he was still very naked striking you once more. And haunted with what you'd just done, your vigour grew. Your hands freed themselves from his now loosened confines, before they reached over to his broad shoulders and pushed.

"Ngh-!"

Your lips parted with effort, the only evidence of your indulgence visible in the thin strand of saliva that lewdly connected the two of you together.

"Put some…" You heaved, cheeks flushing as you tried to collect your breath that was cruelly stolen from you by the now hovering and guilty man. Your gaze wandered despite yourself, taking in his sculpted muscles that were littered with familiar scars identical to the ones your bunny had.

He really is.. him.

Your scrutiny was cut short when he tried to reach back down to you, his erection becoming very visible under your curious stare.

"Kyaa! Put some clothes on!"

There was no way this hot man was your pet bunny!

You couldn't be more wrong.

This man, six feet and three inches of pure muscle, was definitely your pet bunny.

There was no mistaking it.

Just because he now towered over you with his ridiculously attractive form, it didn't change that fact.

And if you refused to acknowledge it, then you were simply in denial.

Because there was nothing quite as spoiled as your pet bunny. You knew that, your friends knew that, God— even your fucking mailman knew that. But this man, Bunny — as you've resolved to call him considering it was the only thing that seemed to catch his attention — came very close. In fact, it wouldn't be a stretch to say he was more spoiled than your little fur-ball.

For one, you tried to put his very naked self into some clothes, namely your ex's clothing given that they were the closest thing to fitting him. But Bunny took one small, barely conspicuous sniff at the garments, and his face grew contorted with displeasure. He then turned away from you, stomped his feet like a child throwing a hissy fit, and refused to put them on.

You damn near lost your mind, did that mean you had to sacrifice your clothes in the name of shame and modesty?

It did.

Since he harshly rejected your ex's clothes, you had no choice but to resort to yours. And it would've been easy to just deal with loose or teared clothes, but Bunny still hadn't forgiven you for having the nerve to offer him that other man's clothes.

You had to coddle him, run your hands through his hair and across his back with ardent affections, cup his puffed out cheeks and shower him with countless wet kisses whilst calling him all sorts of sweet but stupid endearments just to get him to look at you!

You've never regretted spoiling your Bunny more than now, because now it meant he had standards reaching the skies.

Maybe you should've heeded to you ex's words, he had always mentioned how you were spoiling the animal too much. At that time, you thought he'd been jealous of the furball receiving your love, but maybe, he was looking out for me..?

No, that would just be ridiculous.

Though, that ridiculous thought didn't seem so ridiculous now, did it?

And so, the only possible solution you could come up with to deal with his spoiled nature was to… wean him off of your affections…

Oh, it was so stupid. But you were truly under the impression that it would work. You really were.

Imagine your surprise, or lack thereof, when that went terribly wrong.

Bunny was absolutely furious to receive your silence. No longer having you in the palm of his hand to snuggle into as he leeched onto your warmth was hell.

So he did what he always did, throw a temper tantrum to have you pamper him once more. If you wanted to suddenly start ignoring him, then he would make it so that you couldn't.

Yeah, sure, you payed no mind to chewed cables and torn furniture, but what if he walked around you naked?

You couldn't possibly ignore that, could you?

And thus, Bunny refused to wear any clothes around you, even if they were yours. Choosing to roam around your home in absolutely nothing, something you could not turn a blind eye to.

His plan worked, like always.

Left with no choice, you were reduced to a pathetic, bumbling mess.

Heeding to every one of his wishes, as outrageous as each may be, became your national sport. And Bunny, realising the lengths of his special privileges, took it up a notch.

Whenever you locked yourself in the bathroom for some much needed privacy, he was hot on your tail. Knocking, scratching and thumping on the door for entry — the threat of his destruction loomed, and weak to your will, you had no choice but to let him in.

You couldn't shower in peace, no, you couldn't even shower at all!

How the hell were you supposed to? When he just stood there, watching you with dull and hazy eyes, his gaze tracking every one of your movements with rapt intrigue.

It was impossible!

So you just awkwardly stood there too, under the shower head, tap running, and still in your clothes — because what did it matter if you were still dressed when he did the undressing for you with his bedroom eyes?

No seriously, what else were you supposed to fucking do?

Strip in front of the insanely attractive man and just shower as if he wasn't quite literally sporting a fucking hard-on?!

Maybe if he was still your pet bunny you would've payed it no mind — partly because you'd already done that before — but you couldn't now!

And your sudden aversion made no sense to him.

Because Bunny had already seen you naked before, he'd seen it all. When he was still a fur ball with a pass to roam freely wherever he wished. It was not out of ordinary for him to just watch you bathe yourself, you'd let him do it plenty of times.

Hell, you'd even encouraged it!

Going as far bringing him a chair where he could comfortably lay on so the both of you could spend 'quality time' together.

So what the hell was with your reluctance now?

He just couldn't bring himself to understand, and worst of all, he couldn't fucking tolerate it.

And so, like he did to anything that displeased him, Bunny decided to tackle the root of the problem.

He'd join you, or rather, he'd corner you in the shower or tower over you in the tub, whichever you decided to choose, body flush against yours and face nuzzled into your proximity as he then urged you to groom him clean — a trait you later found bunnies did to assert their dominance.

Though ignorant to that fact beforehand, you didn't think much of it and cleaned him thoroughly. Fingers lost in the tress of his pale hair, you'd begin by massaging his roots with intense focus, before letting them slip low and wander about with a curious mind of their own. You'd mindlessly trace his deep scars, the ones all over him, on his arms, his chest and his face with the ghost of a feather.

Bunny's expression was always fixed into one of pure bliss when under your hands' ministrations, and the sight pulled on your heartstrings more than you liked to admit. Even though he was now a man, he still behaved much like he did when he was your pet.

It was so cute, until he then tugged at your clothes like it was now your turn. You'd fought back, obviously, gallant and valiant as you tried desperately to keep them on, but your endeavours were for nought, your efforts in vain. For the man, using either his teeth or monstrous strength, teared them off of you with unbecoming ease.

You'd learnt pretty quickly from then on that there was no use in fighting him, it was just easier to let him get his way — your growing pile of destroyed belongings a rather telling tale.

And much to your chagrin or relief, you weren't sure which of the two, he didn't help wash you up at all — that would be a humiliating sign of his submission towards you — rather, he settled into your warmth. Choosing to tuck his nose snug into your jugular and inhale the scent of you, something he couldn't get quite enough of.

With his weight toppled over you, no signs of him leaving discernible, you were left with no choice but to indulge in his wishes. Either running your fingers through his hair like before or over the ridges of his thick muscles as he hummed with delight.

The shared moment was strangely peaceful, but the instant you slowed down or showed any signs of stopping, he'd whine and huff and bite at your skin, refusing to latch off until you resumed your affections or placated him with endless kisses. Left with no choice but to comply, you heeded to every one of his demands as audacious as they may be.

And when he finally did unlatch from you, reluctantly at that, you were left to suffer with the bruises of his possession. Visible markings would mar the surface of your flesh, the kind that bloomed into shades of purple and were later very curiously questioned on by others.

Bunny wasn't just a headache because he caused you emotional stress and reputational damage, he was an even bigger pain the ass because he was running you into credit card debt.

If as a furball he was eating enough to feed a football team, then his appetite as a human was probably the leading cause of world hunger.

"Say aah—!" You drawled out sweetly, a carrot in your hand as you gently urged him to open his mouth.

That's right, as if his bottomless pit of a stomach wasn't enough, Bunny refused to eat if you didn't feed it to him directly.

Crunch.

His head barely lifted from your shoulder as he took a bite of the root vegetable, whining softly when you took a moment too long to continue scratching the nape of his neck.

"That was a big bite!" You cooed, planting a wet kiss on his rounded cheek as he chewed. "My Bun-Bun is such a good boy!"

You had to compliment him after each bite too, reward him with a smooch for being 'such a good Bunny' and touch him in some kind of way— because the one time you didn't do that, he ended up chewing through your lacy panties that you didn't even know you still had!

They were at the bottom of your hamper, so you'd half forgotten they existed, but still! What man digs through a pile of dirty laundry and destroys panties of all things just to express his irritation?

Only Bunny would, and considering how he was technically a rabbit who liked digging, it wasn't that surprising he still had some of his animal instincts left over. So you being you, just chalked it up to Bunny being, well, your pet bunny.

You were about to feed him another bite, only to blink with stupor when you heard the bell of your apartment ring. Carrot hovering near his wide and awaiting mouth, you racked your brain for who could possibly be visiting you at this late hour.

Bunny let out a low growl from where he was sitting on your lap, his legs immediately tightening around your waist with quiet warning as his eyes narrowed with obvious displeasure. One look at his furrowed expression and you could practically see the new pyjama set you bought ripped into tatters.

"Bunny, I'm sorry— but um… would you please get off me for one moment..?"

He didn't move from his very comfortable spot on you, choosing to ignore you and huff with disapproval into your collarbone instead.

"Please?" You begged, kissing the corners of his mouth with wide and pleading eyes as your thumb rubbed across the swell of his cheeks.

Bunny watched you from the corner of his eyes, the glint of a small thought forming in them as he took in your desperation. Whilst he was a spoiled little brat who enjoyed terrorising you any chance he got, you were still his favourite human.

You may not have realised this while having to deal with his bullshit, but Bunny was weak to you just as much as you were to him.

In one swift moment, he flopped off of you and landed beside you on the couch with a thump. His silent approval, rare and genuine, warmed your heart, pulling a soft smile out of you. One Bunny quickly turned to avoid with a low grunt— the kind that urged you to hurry whilst he was still patient.

"Thank you, Bunny!" You cheered, standing to your feet, though not before giving his head a little pat. "I'll be back soon."

That's what you promised, but one look at your uninvited visitor and that may as well just have been lip service.

"What are you doing here?" You spat, arms crossing defensively as you took in the rather distasteful sight of your ex.

Just what the hell was he doing here?

"Babe—"

"Don't call me that!" You snapped, one hand flying to grab the edge of your door as the other shook by your side. "We… broke up, so please just—."

However, the man before you was quick to notice your intentions. And before you could shut the door in his face, he grabbed a hold of your arm and pulled, knocking you off of your balance.

"Stop being so stubborn!" He grunted with effort, clearly caught off guard with your unusual boost of energy.

You've never been like this before, since when did you learn to fight back?

"Let go—!" Panic shot up your throat as his grip on your arm tightened. The heat of his grimy touch searing your flesh, a feeling you hadn't felt since dating him. "Please—"

And as if hearing your desperation from afar, an arm you've lately become familiar with snaked itself around your waist.

Unlike your ex's, his touch brought you comfort, a mellow warmth you couldn't replicate with just anything.

"Bunny…!" You sniffed, immediate relief flooding you as he pulled you flush against him, your back slotting in his chest with ease.

Bunny didn't reply back to you, instead, he tucked your head beneath his chin in quiet acknowledgement and held you close like he always did. Gaze fixed forward, he stood to his full height and sized down the man intruding on his territory.

Your ex quickly grew alarmed under Bunny's scrutiny, though he tried, and pathetically so, to appear as if the six feet and three inches of pure muscle didn't frighten him.

"Who—Who, who the hell are you?!"

And again, Bunny didn't respond to your ex, though his displeased expression spoke in its stead. His narrowed eyes lingered on the man's hand, namely the way it had still yet to detach from your arm.

Bunny's arm around your waist wandered, trailing low around your hips and pushing you further into his proximity while the other grabbed a hold of the man's wrist.

"Argh—!"

Pain immediately painted his face in a hideous hue, a show of Bunny's unusual strength, one you've never been subjected to despite however many times you've ' irritated' Bunny.

"I—I'll leave! I'll go- damn it!"

Your ex's grip on your arm loosened on instinct, and Bunny was quick to take advantage of the fact. He let go of the man's wrist, quickly replacing it with your now freed arm and pulling you out of the door-frame's way.

The door swung shut, a reverberating bang that was tensely followed with eerie silence.

"…."

You gulped, dread growing in the pit of your stomach as you tried to make sense of the situation— something you were unable to do given how you couldn't even see Bunny's expression.

His grip hasn't left your arm either, and his breathing has only gotten heavier behind you, the heat of his breath fanning your neck with the threat of something.

Bunny has always had quite the good memory, there's no way he'd forget what just happened— let alone forgive you for it. To even consider otherwise is just plain stupid, and the mere thought of receiving his silence shatters your heart.

You turn to face him before you realise, your free hand reaching to cup his face with desperation you aren't aware you're capable of, only to stop when he refuses to meet you.

"Bunny, I—"

The reaction you fear doesn't come. Not in irate huffs, or stomping feet, or crossed arms. No, nothing of the sort.

Bunny's gaze is just so sad as he stares off into the distance, his expression contorted with intense confusion, like he can't figure out something he craves so deeply to understand.

"Bunny..?" Your voice trails of unsurely, your hand hovering with just as much certainty.

He finally turns to face you, or namely your arm that he'd still yet to let go of, and what he does next— has your stomach lurch.

"B-Bunny—?!"

He's licking your arm, slobbering all over the flesh of your limb with the instinct of an animal grooming its beloved.

Your fluster goes ignored, though the spike in your pulse doesn't go unnoticed by the large man before you, his darkening eyes a telling sign of his growing desires.

Bunny stares at you, unblinking and lust-glazed as he approaches your proximity with the nature of a veteran. Swift, effortless, and readily— like he knows what he's doing. Like he's seen you do it so many times before that it has now become a part of his strange nature.

"Hah—" you let out a soft sigh, your thighs clenching against yourself, a pit of need growing in your core as he littered your exposed skin with countless opened mouth kisses— covering you in his scent.

Bruises are bound to grow with how hard he bites at the flesh, but the pain eases into pleasure as he licks at the teared skin with uncontainable reverence. His desire leaks through just as much as yours, you feel it in the way he presses against you, a short friction that only fuels your longing.

His lips wander at an agonising pace, from your ears to your neck, your neck to your collarbone— and they travel lower and lower. Bunny has reached your stomach before you know it, and he stops for a short moment, just staring at you with dilated eyes. There's intention behind them, and you can only whine with desperation as the moment of tension lengthens into eternity.

The air smells different. Sweeter.

Enticing.

Your pheromones are running haywire, Bunny notices, of course he does. The faint twitch of his nose as he picks up on the change in your scent is obvious— he can see your chest heave from anticipation and your eyes glaze with the hope of release.

It's so blatantly clear that you're aroused— and Bunny wants nothing more than to breed you full of his essence.

But he doesn't just do as he pleases this time.

This time, he waits for your words of permission with patience that is unbecoming of him.

"Bunny…"

Your voice is soft as you address him, breathy and mellifluous as they charge the air with palpable tension. Grabbing the lengths of his short hair, you pull him flush against you, pressing his face close to the heat of your need.

"Will you…" Lashes fluttering, you met his gaze head on, a small smile growing on your lips as you awaited for his reaction.

"Will you show me how bunnies show their affection?"

GRRRR THIS IS TWO REQUESTS IN ONEEEE

This turns into an actual Fic, but for context reasons, I’ll briefly explain the dream.

I had a dream last night where I was trying to lock out the people from breaking in, unsure of what they want. I locked everything from the doors to windows, even the vents had things put over them. Regardless, my cat got out and I was forced to go outside and start pummeling people in fear of my cat becoming a hostage.

For whatever reason, these people refused to use their weapons on me, opting to try and grab me. Additionally, as weird thing happen in dreams, I had just enough to strength to either kill them with a kitchen knife or haul their ass off the two story drop of my porch in the forest. Anything for my sweet little kitty.

Long story short, once getting the men either dead or incompaciteted, I turned to run off the porch before meeting the chest of a man. He claimed he was as good as a demon and all he requested was I go with him, all while petting my cat. Of course, I begged him not hurt her, and he said of course not! He has a better idea.

Within seconds, I was watching sparks of fire become lit at the base of my house as he hands my cat to me. Make a choice, go with him, or the whole family dies.

I went inside and begged my family to get moving!! Like right now!!

And of course, even in my dreams, my family remains a bumbling bunch of idiots. They were slow, they were annoying, they didn't do the one thing I asked, to LEAVE, because they wanted to grab every little possession first.

The mystery man was even kind enough to keep the driveway mostly clear so I could leave but… my family just wasn't fast enough.

In the end, I had to go outside and tell the man, you win. We can’t leave, so I’ll do as you ask.

He wanted to marry me! You might think I was angry but I was actually quite respectful of the game. He seemed a gentleman to me, his game was hard fought and, despite the loss, it was an impressive piece of work. Miraculously, he was off to a great start to me.

Still, I was unhappy at the wedding. He let me pick out my own clothes, so long as they matched him in color, planted rare flowers all around the venue, and even allowed my dog to be me tiny little flower girl.

Of course, he was angry at this. He asked me, do you not like the flowers? I planted them just for you.

I thought about it for a moment, and stubborn as I am, said something maybe not so affectionate, “They’re… beautiful, poetically planted by you. That is not the source of my attitude.”

I had meant simply that I wasn’t angry at him or his actions, but he didn't understand and pushed off the railing and walked away to talk to who knows who.

Ugh! As he walked away, I tried to pull him back in for a kiss, a hug, a soothing action to let this man so full of infantile wonder know that he is just all right for me. But I didn't catch him in time and I began to wonder if that life I’d signed up for was to be cursed with misunderstandings…

I was never angry at him. Not at the fire or the forced marriage. As I explained, I had an admiration for his actions! So fierce and confident. True, I playfully chose hard to get, but I had no intention of making him upset. I was mad at my family, and he stuffed me into a wedding and invited every last one of my family members, including the one who allowed this interesting game to be lost!

Imagine how much more fun could have been had if I managed to slip away and he had to hunt me down… the thought gives me tingles! But NO, my family is fucking moronic and I lost at the first move of a pawn.

Now then, let's mix it up and edit and add details to suit some sweet delicious Dottore!

You won’t live with a place with a massive porch like I do, but we’ll say you live in an area with woods. My cat can be any animal. A cat, a dog, a rabbit, even some livestock. Regardless, you will have to leave your house.

The Fatui in Genshin are very strong, so the likely hood you successfully battle them off is slim, but we can dream. Let's say some several strokes of luck took down one or two of them.

You scramble as you evade your attackers, the night being witness. You just want what you lost and you've no idea what the intruders are after!

Eventually, they have you in a corner, ready to hurl you up and away to who knows where. You consider scrapping like an animal but, before you could follow through, a man approaches and calls the lackeys off.

I imagine your first impression is, wow, what a handsome man! If we were talking realistically, Dottore would have to have met you and known you for quite sometime prior to this, but I think for story sake, we’ll say it's your first time meeting him. Sexier that way, a hot foreign man kidnapping you.

Dottore would look over you and have his men leave the vicinity entirely. Of course, you’d ask who he was.

If anything, Dottore can be cruelly honest, so he’d tell you outright that he is a monster, someone to fear… oh but, don’t you worry too much. He’s hardly the heart to hurt your sweet head. He has better plans for you.

Should this scenario happen, I imagine Dottore’s head would be full of fantasy. A happy and willing wife who will carry his children… well, as wonderful as the thought is, Dottore has doubts he’d enjoy his brats. An impressive and intelligent wife pregnant by him, though, was mouthwateringly delicious.

Just envisioning you swollen with both your legacy has his head feeling light…

You probably dont feel the same. He hasn’t even divulged his plans for you.

An ultimatum is given to you. Go with him… or your family burns. Even if you successfully escape, be warned he will be following. Mercifully, he expresses, since he just adores you so much, he’ll even keep the road clear for your departure.

I won’t burden you with a canonical shitty family, so we’ll just say that something happened. Only you know what it was.

Forced to conceded, you take a deep breath and submit with as much dignity as you could muster.

Dottore loved that. You even beg with confidence. Hopefully, he’ll be the only person you have have to beg to…

Wedding bells! Not what you expected at all, but you weren’t entirely upset. Your husband was handsome, smart, dignified, aside from arson and attempted murder, you had no reason to hate him.

Dottore was also attentive in a quiet manner. He didn’t lord over you, yet he still knew what it was you wanted or needed. He picked only your favorite flowers, you favorite foods, and he mixed his favorite color and yours to make a theme.

Few things were non-negotiable, such as the motifs on the outfit or the way your hair was styled. You recognized some references to birds and Sumeru on your outfit… but he was very explicit that he did not affiliate with Sumeru at all. As for you hair, he made it lay as flat as possible and had a few feathers woven into it. You disliked it, but at least the styling products smelled good.

Calling someone your husband felt weird, as you never thought you’d marry, but you felt the name gave you a certain excitement.

Completely cornered as he forced you to give in… your husband gave you shivers, in a good way.

Invitations weren’t over the top, and it seemed Dottore didn’t invite anyone himself. Anyone who showed up who knew him came without summons. While he didn't seem to call them friends, you enjoyed meeting them. It was nice to know the company your husband kept.

With everyone in their places, dining and chatting, Dottore glued himself to you.

There is no way for you to know this, but by marrying Dottore, you solidified yourself as more of an extension to Dottore than an individual. He, wanting to do right by you, tried to fight the idea, but it was an unconscious behavior. He refused to let you walk away, and monitered everything that came out from your mouth.

In spite of himself, Dottore would like to see you enjoy yourself. It upset him to think he couldn't do such a small thing as make you smile…

Yet, when he asked what had peeved you, you neglected to give him a straight answer. He didn't take your negligence lightly, finally walking away and leaving you alone in the crowd.

Shit! You hadn't meant to do that… you really did like him! His cruelty only made your interest spark more.

Honestly though, it wasn't like Dottore ever thought what he does as overly horrible. He acknowledges he is, as most people would agree, a villain or monster, but he couldn't explain why in his own words. Even if he secretly knew, he wouldn't admit to it.

In any case, it wasn't like you had a criminal list to know exactly what crimes Dottore has committed. You only knew of the arson and murder attempts… okay so yeah, maybe you were also a little weird.

There wasn't to be any vows or standing beneath an altar, far to extravagant for Dottore and you, but you both signed that neat piece of paper that bound you to him.

Disappointment was seeping into you. This was all great, but it didn't satisfy the itch. A man set a forest on fire for your hand, and now he won't even look at you?

When Dottore entered is resting quarters, you were close behind. Still, you didn’t feel at ease.

Even though Dottore has been just a little negligent, lost in his thoughts, he still had prepared for so much.

Soft and silky, you wore a precious nightgown provided by him. It was short and had only thin straps to hold it up. It even had snug socks to go with it…

Dottore didn’t even look at the bed, sitting at a messy desk. The bed looked like it’d never actually been slept on, made you wonder if he slept in his chair.

In a huff, you sat on the bed and looked at Dottore’s back… he seriously was going to ignore you like this…?

Unbeknownst to you, Dottore wasn’t intentionally ignoring you. He was actually stuck in his head, thinking about you.

There was anger that you didn't seem appreciative. Sadness that his beloved didn't seem to love him back. Remorseful as he acknowledged he could've been nicer. Vengeful as he feels, in some capacity, that you make him weak. That you should pay for it in turn.

Truly, if you had gone to sleep in a lonely bed, you might have awoken to Dottore pressing a flurry of kisses on your face as he tries his very best to turn your favor.

Decidedly, you didn't do this.

Words flowed out as your pride got the better of you. He forces you to be his wife and than what? You’d never do a damn thing with him like this…

“Like this”, or words similar, rung a bell wrong in Dottore. You had meant simply that you wished he was just a little assertive, like back then, but instead he heard it like you believed he was a monster.

Just like everyone else.

Like a bad omen, Dottore rose from his desk, his back to you. He took his time and his strong broad back gave no tell. Before he even turned, you were beginning to shrink.

“Are you so sure?”

Dottore faced you. One step forward, than two. Intimidating, like a stalking animal.

His knees hit the bed, surrounding your own, “The way I see it, I’ve already made you do something.”

You shook a little, but not really from fear. As he began to lean over you, you let your torso fall and your shoulders meet the bed. The feeling bubbling in you made you like a prey animal, and you dare say you enjoyed it. You tucked yourself small, but made no move to furthen yourself from him.

Insatiable, Dottore felt. He's so incredibly pissed off at his own mistakes and your, his wifes, lack of faith. Seeing you so… small and meek… Archons, it was doing something to him.

“You are my wife. You represent me. If I say your behavior is an abhorrent reflection of-”

Words went in one ear and out the other… your handsome husband was so close, and so tantalizing...

Vibrations from his low angry voice penetrated you, his throat fixing the sentences, moving with a rhythm that made you quiver.

In the end, you couldn't help yourself. You didn't care to hear what he had to say, you were too good to be belittled. You wanted to be smothered and harrassed by endless physical affections, all so that you can play hard to get. It wasn't supposed to be this way! It wasn't supposed to be you doing the yearning!

With your head full of only boundless love and lust, you lunged at his throat.

Dottore had had his hands behind his back, a powerful stance meant to make you feel small, but the sudden latching of your lips on his throat made him crumble.

Like an instinctual response, Dottore released a pitiful moan as his body gave out from the surprise.

His back went from straight, his posture dominating, to melting ontop of you as searched for the best place for his hands. At your side? Grabbing your hair? He was at a loss. Turned dumb and limp from mere tongue work… he was shivering and holding in noises that shamed him.

Nursing from his throat, you buried his heart beat and warmth in kisses, licks, and suckling. You could feel and hear him stifling all sorts of sweet pleasurable noises…

Strings of your saliva connected you and Dottore as you left him panting before you promptly turned your head to the side, exposing your own neck.

Dottore was breathless, catching his bearings as he mourned the loss of your affections before looking down at your offering body…

Soft supple flesh of your throat was bare for Dottore and he’d somehow end up atop the bed with you. Your legs were parted around his waist and those lewd parts of you were peeking out all for his pleasure…

Dottore felt like he was going mad all over again…

A firm hand landed in your hair as it held your head in place, Dottore’s mouth consuming your neck. Unlike you, who started with a suck, Dottore started with a gentle bite, a chastisement.

Whimpers left you as your husband devoured all that he could of you. His fingers laced themselves into your hair and his other hand wormed its way beneath your waist, shoving you into him…

All Dottore can think is, you have no idea what you've done have you? This Pandora’s box you've opened? Offering yourself to a cruel man like himself… looking so sweet in those cute pajamas, taunting him with your submission.

no one told you this as a secret. not shoko, not nanami.

in fact, he confessed it himself.

it was second year. you visited utahime on summer weekends in tokyo, planning to go shopping in shibuya, maybe inviting shoko as well.

you were standing near subway, in your casual clothing, looking through your flip phone. when you noticed them, approaching you, you frowned. shoko looked as usual, relaxed, cigarette between her lips, but now she looked amazed. curve of your lip upward betrayed her good mood, like something made her laugh.

utahime, on the other hand, looked mad. eyes soothed, puffing over something and holding something in her hands in a tight grip, almost squishing it.

"what's wrong?" you ask glancing between both of them.

utahime grunted, shoko chuckled. "we were asked to deliver something for you." ieiri replies lightly, lightening her cigarette.

you frown deepens, when utahime shoves something in your chest. is it… chocolate box?

"what did you even do? did you talk to him and put charm on him. he's an complete idiot!" utahime explaims.

shoko chuckles again. "relax, it's just a gift. maybe it will pass." pause. "but i agree, he's an idiot and not really boyfriend material."

you listened to them with half an ear, opening the chocolate box and seeing a letter inside. "who the hell are talking abo…?"

suguru's handwriting.

your eyes get wider and wider as you read, what he wrote. he calls you pretty, says you have nice laugh and that he likes you and wants to go out with you. "what?! is this a joke. how…?"

girls curiously looked over your shoulder, reading the letter.

"who taught him to be so romantic?! did geto actually write it?" utahime couldn't hide her surprise.

shoko rose her eyebrows. "huh, suguru for real has a crush on you."

"you don't help right now!" you say with high-pitched voice, pressing palms against your cheeks, absolutely flustered.

what did he find in you? almost your interactions contained you being mad at him because of his behaviour. yes, a few times you talked a little bit normally during goodwill event in the first year and then when you met them in tokyo, but that's it. nothing much.

that to be said, you didn't give any reply. but you didn't throw away his letter and chocolate either. sometimes, late at night, when you were in your dorm in kyoto jujutsu high, you opened the letter reading it all over again.

you had to admit suguru's handwriting was pretty, his kanji are drawn out neatly. like he took his time writing it for you. you also couldn't help, but think how romantic the gesture is.

you didn't know how you felt about him. he was still obnoxious in your eyes. still loud and snarky. but then there were moments when he looked cute with strand of his raven hair falling on his face or they he was smiling last time you saw him on a combined mission.

realising you think about him too much, you hide your face in a pillow, groaning. your feet is kicking the mattress under the blanket.

despite that, you tried to avoid him on the next goodwill event, running away as soon as you were getting a chance to. suguru was frowning, confused with your actions, but said nothing, patiently waiting for you speak up first. he even left a few flowers for you under your door, where you were staying.

and when he noticed you keeping them in your bag, he smiled to himself quietly, blushing a little bit.

✯

it was raining in tokyo, when you accidentally got lost. it wasn't just a rain, it was straight up downpour.

and you forgot your umbrella.

sneakers were soaked, backpack is wet, your hair is clinging to your skin.

you felt helpless, when suddenly you saw transparent umbrella above you and then its owner.

suguru was smiling at you softly, trying to hold his laugh. you bet you looked like a sad wet cat right now.

"got lost?" he asks, looking down at you. you simply nod, not trusting your face. "come on, we can still hit the subway."

his casual optimism worked on you as an anti stress, like suguru shared with you a little bit of his calmness.

as you two were sitting on station he kept asking about your state, making sure you didn't feel cold or too disturbed by the feeling of wetness.

the conversation went further, you talked about almost everything, still teasing each other, but now it felt lighter more wholesome.

at some point you found yourself laughing at something he said, holding your stomach and then you noticed his fond look

maybe suguru geto wasn't an idiot you always portrayed him to be, maybe your feelings towards him were as tangled as you thought.

maybe you actually admit that you did like him back.

"so uhm… is your offer to go out still up?"