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Franklin was potentially the coolest kid you’d ever met, which made sense considering who his family were. You’d become a friend of the family, rather than just Johnny’s friend, when you offered to babysit Franklin while they went off on a mission because you were already at their place anyway, and why wouldn’t you want to? You did well, and Sue was endlessly grateful to know they had someone they could trust to care for Franklin if ever that was needed. So, you became a little bit of an unofficial babysitter.

When villains cropped up, or Sue and Reed wanted to go out on a date night, you were the one asked to babysit, if you weren’t with Johnny, because of course they respected your own commitments. You weren’t the only babysitter, Johnny and Ben were both capable in their own right, and you shared the responsibility between the three of you, though you were designated babysitter when the four of them went off to do hero things. They saved New York, you saved Franklin from dirty nappies.

Watching him grow up was a privilege, and you’d quickly progressed from family friend to a member of the family. Everyone was aware that your relationship with Johnny had progressed from just friends to friends with a couple extra perks, but that never made them turn their nose up at you. If anything, they were glad to know Johnny was spending his time with someone they knew and trusted, and he wasn’t out fucking around with half of New York. This were good, were mostly quiet. It was nice.

You were there for a lot of Franklin’s firsts, making sure to capture everything on video to look back on the sweet memories. You were in the kitchen when Franklin shouted ‘mama’ for the first time, and were there to cheer him on with Sue to say it again to Reed when he emerged from the lab. Johnny was worshipping your body the moment Franklin took his first steps, and you couldn’t begrudge being interrupted to see his second steps, because the boy was so sweet.

When Franklin became old enough to understand the words he was saying and how to string them together, he quickly became a menace. He had his father’s brain and lack of filter, so was prone to observing and stating things that adults would leave unsaid. Like how Sue’s meatloaf was dry, and how Reed was prone to upsetting people. He’d done it many times, and you’d mostly escaped unscathed. Johnny called it aunt privileges just once, unfortunately in earshot of the kid.

“You’re my favourite aunt.” Franklin said one day, unprompted while the two of you were watching TV together. Ben perked up from the kitchen, but continued his cooking while he listened. “Well thank you sweetheart, but I’m not actually your aunt.” You said gently, brushing your fingers through his thin hair. “But uncle Johnny said so.” He retorted, and you supposed that wasn’t wrong. “You’re right, he did, but he didn’t mean it. Sometimes people like their friends so much that it’s like they’re family when they’re not - that’s me. I’m not really your aunt.” You patiently explained, watching as Franklin quietened as he processed the new information. Franklin had always been an advanced kid, so nobody made any sort of effort to hide things or dumb them down for him, if anything he sometimes became frustrated when that happened. When he said nothing after a full minute, you figured that was the end of the conversation, and turned your attention back to the cartoon on the TV. “How would you become my aunt?” He asked, startling you. “Oh, well, to become your aunt properly I’d have to marry your uncle Johnny,” you explained, “but you can still call me your aunt, I just know you like knowing things, and to be right.” You added. He nodded soundly, as if this all made sense, and made no further commentary.

The next time you visited the Baxter building, you found yourself in Johnny’s bed. As much as you loved the others, these days were your favourites, ones where you and Johnny could be in bed without disturbance, enjoying each other’s bodies and the feeling of skin on skin.

“Shit- right there Johnny!” You moaned loudly, glad that the others were all out so you could be as loud as you liked. “That’s it pretty girl, let me hear you.” Johnny encouraged as he panted, slamming into you the way he knew you liked. You’d had years to learn your way around each other’s bodies, getting to know just how to drive the other to orgasm with only a few movements. This was ultimately what had brought you into their little family, and you liked the dynamic. “I’m gonna cum-” you warned, voice high and breathy. Johnny chuckled against your skin, two fingers travelling down to play with your clit, and that suddenly brought your orgasm upon you with a near-scream. Just a few thrusts later Johnny came to the feeling of you clenching around him. It was as the two of you lay there in the afterglow, Johnny still inside you, that he dropped the bomb.

“Oh, Franklin made a demand before he left today.” He panted, face pressed against your neck. “He want some more of those brownies I made?” You asked with a fond smile, fingers tangling in Johnny’s hair. “Nah, he wants me to propose.” There was a moment of silence before both of you dissolved into loud laughter. Johnny pulled out then, tying off the condom and tossing it into the trash. You made your way into the en-suite to clean up, a wet cloth to quickly wipe anything actively leaking, then turned on the shower. Once you were in and it was running hot, Johnny stepped in behind you.

“What made him say that?” You asked, leaning forward into Johnny’s chest, just enjoying the water on your bodies. “He really wants you to be his aunt.” Johnny replied, head slightly tilted and brow raised, as if he knew this was somehow your fault. “Ah, he took that to heart then. I told him the other day that technically I’m not his aunt, since I’m not married to you, but he can still call me that. He just likes to know the truth of things, you know?” Johnny chuckled and reached to grab the body wash and sponge to start helping you wash up. “Yeah I know. He’s a sweet kid, poor Sue and Reed were so confused when he said it. He did that thing where he thinks he’s whispering but he’s basically just talking at normal volume but breathy.” You hummed with a smile, more than aware of his habit of doing that. It was just one of his sweet “normal kid” habits amongst his highly advanced kid habits - like wanting physics books as a bedtime story.

“So, are you proposing or not?” You joked later as you were drying off. It was meant to be a quick shower to rinse off the sweat and lube, and then Johnny had eaten you out just to hear you moan and make you cum again. Johnny looked up from where he was moisturising his face with a brow raised and a mischievous smile on his face. “Oh? It’s my job is it?” He asked, leaning against the counter top, arms folded over his chest, emphasising the muscles in his arms. You took a second to stare, quite openly, before continuing the conversation. “Well, Franklin made the demand of you, not me.” You retorted with a shrug, tossing the towel you used aside, into a laundry hamper. HERBIE passed by with a few beeps, and handed something to Johnny. The both of you watched him go, bewildered, as he’d done so entirely unprompted.

When Johnny looked down, he doubled over, hands on his knees as he wheezed laughing. You padded over and took the hand with the hidden thing in, and found a single fizzy apple ring, one of the sweets Franklin was currently obsessed with. “He didn’t..” You whispered, already struggling to avoid laughing. “I think he did.” Johnny said, and then you joined him on the floor, laughing together. When you heard the elevator ping in the distance, you got up to dress and greet everyone on their return, and at the last minute Johnny reached out and slipped the candy ring onto your finger.

Franklin was elated when he saw you, and wriggled until Sue set him down, and let him eagerly stumble over to the two of you. Johnny scooped up his nephew and spun him around, grinning all the while. Sue looked at you with a raised brow, and you revealed the candy ring on your finger. Reed sighed, though fondly, and Ben shook his head as he passed through to head the kitchen. Nobody could wipe the smiles from their faces. “Now you can really be my aunt!” Franklin cheered, and you laughed, stepping up to kiss his cheek while Johnny got the other. Reed said something to HERBIE that you didn’t quite catch while Sue passed through to the kitchen to join Ben.

When music began to play, you and Johnny started swaying without Franklin without an ounce of hesitation, swaying around with him until Reed collected him to change him into some pyjamas. You kept dancing when Johnny wrapped his arms around you instead, and guided you around the room easily, large steps helping you cover most of the ground. Ben and Sue watched you curiously, while Reed kept an ear out for more developments.

“I’d do it you know.” Johnny said mid laughter. “Do what?” You asked, leaning back in his arms with a cackle, knowing he’d never let you fall. “Marry you.” “Yeah?” “Yeah.” “Alright then.” You agreed with a shrug, gently kissing Johnny. If he was surprised by your answer, he didn’t show it, just lifted you up with arms wrapped around your thighs, and your hands gripped his shoulders to keep you steady.

At dinner, past the congratulations, nobody commented further. As if this had always been where you were headed. Maybe it was.

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In your most humble of opinions, there was just one thing better than a lazy day, and that was a lazy day when it was raining. The sound of the droplets hitting the small porthole in your room was soothing, adding to the soft atmosphere that you’d created in your space. You liked to read on days like this, when you couldn’t be out on the deck doing certain chores because the deck became too slippery and risky to traverse in the conditions. It wasn’t a light drizzle, but a hefty storm that rocked the Red Force and made the sails loudly clap against the mast where they were drawn up. It created a gentle symphony on the other side of your door, shutting you softly into your independent space so you could enjoy your afternoon of peace.

Until that peace was of course disturbed by your own Captain. Shanks shuffled in with a hand on his head, looking utterly pitiful. You looked up at him with a raised brow, witholding your sympathy until he elaborated on why he was there. “Can I take a nap in here?” He asked, with no further elaboration or explanation. You paused for a moment, confused by the request, but not against it. “Why?” You replied, closing your book to entirely focus on the man in front of you. “My head is pounding, the boys are all drinking and I just need to sleep but I can’t in my room. Your room is always quiet.” He explained briefly, wincing as you assumed pain pulsed through his head. “Hongo could probably give you something for your headache.” You reasoned, though you shuffled in your bed to create space for Shanks anyway, pulling back your blanket for him to join you. “He’s drunk.” Was the only reply that came before Shanks tugged off his shirt, then buried his face in your pillow with a groan. You smiled fondly, pulling the blanket over his body, allowing him to find respite in your peaceful space.

Sleep found him within moments, a testement to how exhausted he must’ve been, and so his even breathing added to the soundscape that soothed your soul. You read another chapter before Shanks began to shift in his sleep, only slightly at first, adjusting his position to pull his face out of the suffocating fabric of your pillow. But, gradually, he moved more and more until his face was pressed into the skin of your thigh. You looked down at him with a raised brow, but he was in fact still sound asleep, which you’d not been expecting. You allowed it, since he was resting so peacefully, and you didn’t want to disturb him.

It was instinct that guided one hand down into his blood coloured hair, dragging through it with care, nails dragging over his scalp. A soft, pleased sound left his lips unbidden, but still he didn’t stir, simply seeming to press in closer to you. Still, you did nothing to prevent this. Despite the fact that anyone who knew him knew that he was a man who was deeply unserious in many aspects of his life, you also well knew how hard he’d worked in his life, and how hard he still worked every day to keep his crew safe, and so you wouldn’t take this brief reprieve away from him. The ship seemed to rock in a way that was designed to keep him asleep, like a gently swaying bassinet, and the rain only continued to hit the pane of the porthole, a soothing white noise.

By the time you’d read three more chapters, Shanks had managed to almost make his way entirely into his lap. You’d assumed the Captain would be a restless sleeper but this was a whole new level of that which you hadn’t been expecting. You had allowed it, you supposed, never once interrupting his movement or even going to the extent of moving your arms away as an obstacle so he could seek the comfort he so wanted. With another small shuffle, Shanks had worked his way between your thighs, his stomach resting on your stomach as you’d slowly descended to improve your own comfort, book still in your hands. His breaths were soft against the skin of your abdomen, where his movements had forced your shirt upwards and exposed the flesh beneath, his hair slightly tickling that same skin.

Finally, you set your book aside, focusing entirely on the man on top of you. You used one hand to gently card through his hair, the other holding up your own head so you could just look at him.

He was peaceful, or at least he looked it. Eyelashes fanning over his sunkissed cheeks, breaths soft and steady, chest rising and falling in sync, his hands splayed over the sheets below, and one of your hips. It was a borderline intimate moment, with him so close and unawares, but you knew if he were awake then this wasn’t something that would’ve happened. Not that you’d refuse him if ever he were to ask, but you knew the Captain had far better options than you, and a myriad of them.

It wasn’t clear how long you’d spent just admiring him before a soft yawn escaped his dry lips, eyes fluttering open but still heavy with sleep. “Hm?” He grumbled vaguely, briefly burying his face back into his abdomen before his sense seemed to return to him. Before he could say a word though, you soothed those widened eyes with gentle fingers still tangled in his hair. “I knew you’d be a restless sleeper.” You murmured, fondness clear in the tone of your voice even without being paired with your warm expression. “Sorry.” He mumbled, though he didn’t truly seem particularly apologetic for the position. “It’s alright, I’d have woken you if it was a problem. Are you feeling any better?” You asked, fingers continuing their soft scratching over his scalp, watching as freshly reaquired tension fell from his shoulders again. “Yeah, actually. My head hurts less.” “Good, you clearly needed the rest.” There was a brief moment that passed between you in content silence, before Shanks blinked his eyes open again, unsure when they’d even closed, and pushed himself upward just enough to look up at you.

“I can move, if you’d like?” He offered, and you felt as all the calm atmosphere was sucked from the space, leaving behind a raw vulnerabililty and quiet tension that had nothing to do with headaches and life stresses. “You don’t need to.” Came your soft reply a moment later, and something seemed to be understood between you in that moment. Shanks gave you a winning smile, and without warning he flipped your positions, setting himself beneath you so you could rest between his thighs instead. “I don’t know, I think this is better.” Shanks said, and you couldn’t help softly laughing together. His fingers found yours, and they curled together. For now, you didn’t need any sort of clarification. The comfort shared between you was enough. Perhaps Shanks didn’t want the myriad of others who were so interested, and maybe that was why he always came home at the end of the day.

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The best part of Mihawk coming home was that his first priority, after bathing, was to get his hands on your body. After all, he missed you, and he wants to get his hands and mouth all over your body. Sometimes he was tempting enough to get you in the bath with him, but it wasn’t the most practical way to have sex. This time, when he’d arrived home, you’d been dressed in one of his coats, using it to cover your body.

“Go bathe, and I’ll be waiting in bed for you.” You’d told him, then before he could respond or even kiss you, you’d left him there in the doorway, headed for your shared bedroom to wait for the swordsman. He’d never taken such a fast bath in all the time you’d known him.

You lay there on top of the sheets, his coat beneath you and hat stolen so you could rest it on your head, the rest of you entirely bare. Mihawk stood in the doorframe for a moment, his fists clenching and unclenching periodically as piercing yellow eyes roamed your body, taking in every inch of you. “You look radiant.” He said softly, and in that instant, all the highly charged energy dissipated. Replacing it was the adoration you held for each other, obvious in his eyes, and the dropping of his shoulders as he relaxed.

Sometimes when he got back from work, Mihawk wanted to bend you over and have his way with you, using vicious thrusts to take out his frustrations and calm down from the ridiculousness he had to put up with. Other times, like this, all he wanted was to be close to you, to feel you and take in your scent and remind himself that what happens on the other side of that door doesn’t matter. Not when he has you. You, his everything, his wonderful lover.

You opened your arms to him, and Mihawk collapsed into them with ease, presesing open mouthed kisses to your neck. Your fingers combed through his hair, other hand reaching down to slowly stroke his hardening cock. Sex didn’t always need to be hard and fast and sweaty - sometimes it could be gentle, slow and all about the feelings shared between you. Mihawk moaned softly against your skin, fingers finding your hip to grip gently while his other hand took yours from his hair so he could hold it instead, fingers laced together. He flipped the two of you over gently, so you lay on top of him, knees either side of his hips. You continued to stroke him slowly, while Mihawk’s kisses moved to your lips. Your hand that held his pinned him down to help hold you up as you kissed, and the position wasn’t one entirely unfamiliar to you. No, it happened often on days like these.

“Where do you want me, love?” You asked, leaning back to kiss his forehead with a smile. “Like this.” He replied, one hand reaching to gently squeeze your ass. You nodded, needing no more than that to know what he needed from you. You briefly crawled away from him to reach the bedside table, pulling the lube out from outside to pour over his cock, then spreading some over your hole. You were already stretched, having prepared ahead of his arrival deliberately. You didn’t hesitate as you remounted him, lining up his cock with your hole, experience and familiarity guiding your hand. Mihawk reached as if to touch you in return, but you restricted his hand, pressing it above his head. “No, love. You relax, let me help you.” You said, continuing to slowly sink down on his length.

Once he was bottomed out inside you, you took a moment to pause and adjust yourself, allowing Mihawk his hands back to touch you reverantly, one hand on your ass while the other rested on the small of your back, ready to help guide you once you began to move. “I adore you.” He mumured, already breathless just from looking up at your body above him. You smiled, fond, and began to move your hips.

There was no reason to move quickly, or aggressively - you had all the time in the world, and this was about just feeling the connection between you both. You leaned in to allow him to kiss you, his lips soft and searching, then his tongue pressed into your mouth, finding yours to caress and tangle with. Never would someone know just from looking at him, but behind closed doors Mihawk was a man who craved affection and touch, to know that his lover is there for him and can support him on his darker days. He enjoyed gentle sex just as much as, if not more than, the rough and kinky kind. He’d once said that just being able to touch you was a privilege.

“You feel so good, love.” You praised softly, resting your forehead against his. Already you were starting to work up a sweat, your thighs beginning to tremble from the work. “I missed you.” He replied, using his grip on your body to aid in your movements, supporting you where you began to struggle. “I missed you too.” That was enough to help you pick up the pace, just a little more, enough to actually begin bringing you both toward orgasm. Mihawk’s stamina was robust, he was capable of restricting his orgasm for hours if he had to if it meant he could bring you more pleasure, but at times like these you were both happy for that to last for less, to enjoy the moment together before taking a nap.

Nothing said love quite like a post-sex nap after a long time apart.

“Please dear, let me help you too.” He said, tilting his head up to press his lips to yours again. You inhaled sharply as his cock pressed into that spot inside you, watching as his eyes dialated, taking enjoyment from seeing your pleasure. You shook your head, one hand cupping his face gently, thumb caressing over his cheekbone. “Maybe later. For now I’m happy just taking care of you.” You assured him. You shifted your hand from the bed beneath you to Mihawk’s chest so you could change the angle of your thrusts, allowing him deeper inside you, and allowing you to circle his nipple with the pad of your thumb, watching delighted as he stiffened, and his eyes fluttered closed from the pleasure.

It didn’t take much longer for him to cum, with muttered praises to you for it, hands gripping your body greedily as he reached his peak, then slowly drifted back down. You lifted up off his cock and grabbed some tissue to wipe you both up, then followed with a damp cloth you took from the en-suite to soothe sensitive flesh.

You slipped away for just a moment after that to fetch some chopped fruit you’d prepared before he got home, and some water for the two of you, so you could enjoy that together before having your nap. You slipped into the bed beside Mihawk, tray of fruit in hand, and settled in against his side, a strong arm coming to loop itself around your waist to keep you close. He kissed your temple softly, then tilted your chin with a single finger to kiss you deeply, a promise of things to come once you both woke. “I love you.” He said again, firmly, like a vow. “I love you.” You replied, smiling as you picked up a piece of strawberry without his noticing, then pushed it into his mouth while he wasn’t paying attention. He blinked, processing what had happened, then began to chew, fondness clear in those eagle eyes you adored.

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You woke with a soft yawn, the sun streaming in through the mostly covered window in the room you shared with your lover. You really needed to get around to asking someone to fix the window cover, it never descended far enough to actually cover the entire window anymore, though you had to admit that waking up to the sun warming you was becoming a welcome feeling.

You turned slowly to press in closer to Hongo’s side, smiling as he instinctively raised his arm to let you in, so you rested your head against his chest without hesitation, allowing him to pull you on top of him entirely instead. For a moment you were sure he intended to turn it into something untoward, but then he simply pressed his face in against your neck and remained there, basking in the warmth of your bodies.

“It’s cold out there.” He mumbled against your neck, making you laugh. “It always is.” You pointed out, pulling back just enough to see his face even as he protested with a fake pout that you soon wiped away with a gentle kiss.

“Good morning.” You said, brushing some of his hair from his face. You loved seeing it down. “Good morning, darlin’.” He replied, hands slipping beneath the shirt you’d worn to sleep, one you’d stolen from him weeks before, surprisingly innocent in his movements, choosing just to leave them where they sat, glad to be touching you at all. You’d started your relationship by fooling around casually, as friends, but after six months you’d both come to a position where you weren’t willing to continue something casual, and so your relationship transformed into something deeper, a solid romantic relationship between you both, that only became stronger with each passing day.

“We should just stay here.” Hongo suggested, even as you began hearing other members of the crew waking and stumbling around, waking and bothering each other. They’d learned quite quickly not to distrurb the two of you in the early morning, lest they get a sight they didn’t plan on seeing. It worked well for you both now, allowing you to wake slowly on days like these, just enjoying your limited private time together. You didn’t have to perform for anyone, or worry about someone teasing or laughing - neither of those things bothered you, but it was nice to go without sometimes. Just the two of you in your little bubble. “As much as I’d love that, you know we can’t.” You replied, though you tilted to fall back into the bed, contrary to your response. “Says who?” He quickly retorted, turning onto his side to look at you, reaching out instinctively to touch you, just to feel you and be close. In quiet, private moments, Hongo did his best to be close at all times, touching you just for the sake of doing it. You’d once asked why, and he’d not been able to explain himself really. He just liked it. “Says you are the ship’s doctor.” You said, laughing softly.

Hongo surprised you then by moving suddenly to lean over you, and begin to tickle you. You kicked and shrieked between laughter, attempting and failing to push him off you as you wheezed his name. “You take that back!” He demanded, though he was laughing all the same. As his arms raised, you took your opportunity to tickle him in return, turning the both of you over to return back to the prior position where you knelt over him. He surrendered with raised hands, and you took him at face value, linking your fingers with his and leaning down for a kiss. “We do need to get up.” You said, and Hongo sighed. “If you insist.” He groaned, rolling his eyes dramatically.

You dropped back down to allow him up and out of bed to start getting ready for the day, but also so you had the chance to admire him in his full naked glory. He turned back to you with a raised brow and an amused smile. “Perv.” He joked, which made you roll your eyes in return. “Look who’s talking.” You accused, pointing at him. You laughed together and Hongo pulled you up and out of bed, right up to his chest so he could wind his arms around you and kiss you gently again. “Your future husband?” He suggested, and you could do nothing but beam at that. “If you’re lucky.”

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There was one particular thing that tended to make dating as a teenager difficult, and that was that one of your friends had probably already dated them. For example, you had Malia in your bed, and she was Stiles’ ex. You’d spent the day enjoying the summer sun, basking in the joy of graduating high school, and being together before you all went separate ways for college, and after that sort of day, all you wanted to do was bend your girl over and eat her out. The two of you weren’t exactly dating, but you were sleeping together pretty regularly and you did have some small but growing feelings for Malia, though you weren’t going to act on them since you were going to college soon and she was heading to Europe to experience the world on her father’s dime. There was no reason to fool yourself into believing whatever you had now would last past the summer, and honestly that was okay with you. You could enjoy the sex and find someone else at college.

Malia groaned, fingers digging into the sheets beneath her, thankfully sans claws to preserve your poor sheets. They’d been shredded more than once, and you found yourself glad that you had a part time job that could fund you having to replace them semi-regularly. You slowly dragged your tongue over her clit, and in response Malia lifted her hips to chase it, to chase the pleasure.

“Easy girl.” You said with a smirk, then used one hand to bring her hips back to the bed, holding her there with an arm across her abdomen. Malia growled softly, but it was playful and needy, not aggressive or threatening, you loved it when she got a little animalistic in bed.

Most of the pack had a key to your place. You were a regular host to big group get togethers and your parents were both not just aware of the supernatural, but were supernatural themselves, so generally they were more prepared to feed a small army of supernatural teens. It helped that your place was a little bigger than most, other than maybe Derek’s loft, but he was MIA, visiting Cora, wherever she ran off to. That being said, you probably should’ve learned to lock your bedroom door by now, as they were prone to coming over unannounced.

Which is exactly what happened, and what led to Stiles pushing open your door to find you knelt between his ex-girlfriend's legs, eating her out like she was a six course meal. You weren’t sure how long he’d been stood there before you became aware of the feeling of being watched, but long enough that he was wide eyed, slack jawed, and his jeans tented. Malia grumbled and whined as you stopped then pulled away to look at Stiles, to which you swatted her thigh. She looked up to see what was bothering you, then rolled her eyes upon seeing Stiles.

“I don’t care, he can watch, but I was enjoying that.” She easily dismissed. You considered for a moment, then gave Stiles a wink before returning to what you’d been doing. Malia wasn’t patient, she’d get the claws out eventually and well, you’d also been enjoying yourself. Stiles didn’t move. Now that you were aware of him, you kept an ear out for his heartbeat so you’d know if he remained or decided to leave you both to it. He remained standing in the doorway, like a statue, looking just a little uncomfortable.

Malia groaned and pushed you away, looking at Stiles with a disappointed look on her face.

“You’re ruining my orgasm dude.” He startled upon being addressed, and you could only laugh. You leaned in to kiss Malia, then stood from the bed to hold out a hand to Stiles.

“Either actually come in, or leave, don’t linger like that. It’s a little off-putting.” You said, a warm smile on your face. Stiles hesitated for a moment, looking between the two of you, for once in his life seemingly at a loss for words.

“Stiles,” Malia started, “yes you can stay, yes you can watch, yes you can join in, if we minded we’d have kicked you out already, now make a decision.” At this, Stiles shuffled the rest of the way into the room, settling himself on the edge of your desk, still acting like an unwelcome guest, slightly uncomfortable.

“Oh Stiles, honey,” you cooed fondly, and looked back at Malia for a moment with a smirk, you knew she’d understand what you were up to near immediately, and that she’d be on board, “use your words sweetheart, what do you want?” You pressed, taking a few small steps closer to the man.

“Oh, uh, I-” he stuttered, stumbling over his words with wide eyes and mouth hanging open, blinking quickly as if it would help to calibrate his brain, “I mean.. I don’t mind. It’s uh- I interrupted so whatever you guys want.”

“Wrong answer. I asked what you want.” You said, taking another few small steps closer until you were stood between his knees, pressing in close. Malia appeared behind you and wrapped a hand around your body, draped over you like a doting lover even as her sinful hands roamed your body greedily.

“I uh-”

“Do you want me to decide?” You asked, leaning further forward to get in his space, your noses almost touching.

“Yeah.” He quickly agreed, nodding slightly, careful not to bump your head with his, voice breathy.

“Good boy.” You whispered into his ear, then pulled away.

With a smooth movement you scooped Malia up into your arms then pressed up against Stiles again with her between you, her breasts pressed against Stiles’ chest. You reached around to play with her clit, and Malia covered Stiles’ mouth with her own, quickly starting a messy make out. She loved kissing, and making a mess. After a few minutes of that, Malia was forced to pull away as her back arched, letting her head fall back against your shoulder.

“That’s my girl. So pretty for me. Touch her Stiles, it’s okay, I know you want to.” You encouraged them both, making Malia grind her hips down against your fingers for more while Stiles hesitated before reaching out to play with Malia’s nipples, first with his fingers and then leaning in to tease one with his tongue. It was obvious as you watched them that Malia and Stiles had had sex before, but you were too busy enjoying the view to be jealous in any way. Besides, it would just make everything more fun.

When you stepped back, pulling Malia and Stiles apart, both of them whined softly. You turned and tossed Malia roughly down onto the bed with a smirk, watching as she shivered, a glint of the inner predator in her eye. She’d get you back for that later. For now, you turned back to Stiles and took in his truly debauched appearance.

“Strip.” You demanded, and he scrambled to comply. You watched closely did, lowly whistling once he was naked. He was bigger than you’d been expecting.

“Yeah, yeah. Come make me cum now.” Malia demanded, making you laugh softly.

“Brat. Come on Stiles, why don’t you come help me shut her up?” You suggested, giving him a small crook of your finger to indicate that he should follow you.

You knelt down on the bed between Malia’s thighs and licked at her pussy with a grin, quickly getting back to the fun Stiles had interrupted when he’d first caught you both. He hesitated for a moment, unsure or enjoying the view you weren’t sure. You pulled back to kiss up Malia’s thighs and speak.

“Use her mouth, Stiles. She likes it, though I bet you already knew that.” You told him with a single raised brow, then dove back in to eat your girl’s pussy the way she deserved. You didn’t hesitate or stop when you heard the soft hum you knew came with her mouth being filled, after all she’d sucked your strap once or twice before. The three of you said nothing for a long while, nothing past panting, grunting, soft breathy moans. The air in the room was thick yet electric, charged with the desire crackling between all three of you.

It didn’t break until Malia’s back bowed suddenly and she came all over your tongue. Stiles pulled out of her mouth so she could fully enjoy her orgasm as she moaned and yelled your name. You sat up with a smirk, wiping your face with the back of your hand. Once she’d caught her breath, you leaned in and kissed her deeply, taking away her breath all over again.

“He can come over all the time now, right?” She panted against your lips, and you could only chuckle. You ghosted a single finger over her folds, making her shiver.

“Well, I think that’s up to Stiles. Though, I’m not sure how much he’d be eager to come back when he hasn’t cum yet. In fact, I think we should do something about that before we ask him.” When you’d begun to speak you’d been looking at Malia, but at some point you’d turned to face Stiles with a wicked smirk on your face, arching your back slightly to present your ass, the way your pussy was dripping with arousal.

“I’ve got an idea. You both trust me, right?” You said, and both nodded easily, not hesitating for even a moment. For a second you were derailed from your lust, touched by their blind trust in you as their friend, your chest filling with fond warmth. But that warmth quickly travelled south, and you were reminded of the reason for being there.

“Wait here for a second then.” You said, and stood from the bed, heading over to your closet. You opened the doors and Malia perked up, realising what you were looking for. From inside you took a small plastic box, and when you removed the lid, your small collection of sex toys was revealed. From inside, you took Malia’s favourite dildo and your harness to pair with it, then returned the box to its hidden spot behind your dresses.

Stiles’s eyes widened slightly, and he found himself unable to look away as you pulled on the harness and attached the strap, ready for the next step of your plan.

“Don’t worry, this isn’t for you. No. You’re going to fuck me, and Malia is going to ride.” You explained with a wink, and Malia scrambled up to kneel rather than lazing in the bed watching you, prepared.

“Oh- uh, yes. Yes please. Sounds great.” Stiles agreed quickly, waiting for your instruction for the positioning.

You lay down on the bed on your back, and nodded for Malia to mount you, but as she began, you stopped her.

“Mal, face away from me. So you can look at Stiles.” You instructed, and she shuffled to face the opposite direction, and reached out for Stiles so he’d help steady her in the position. You pulled your knees up, feet flat on the bed at first so Stiles could get himself adjusted.

“Go on handsome. I should be more than ready for you, even with a monster like that.” You teased gently, and by now Stiles seemed to have settled enough to laugh along with you. He leaned in and briefly kissed Malia, then lined himself up with your hole. You’d deliberately positioned yourself at the end of the bed so he could keep his feet on the ground, making for an easier ride for Malia.

Slowly, Stiles pushed inside you, and Malia couldn’t help watching as it happened, moaning alongside you as you twitched eagerly, nudging the strap against her gspot. The bonus of her facing away from you was that you were perfectly positioned to repeatedly slam into her gspot as she rode you. With her arms wrapped around Stiles’ shoulders for stability, Malia started to ride you without instruction, ready to take her pleasure into her own hands. Her kisses with Stiles were loud and sloppy, and you were just glad she was having fun. You loved pleasing her more than anything. Then, slowly, Stiles began to fuck into you. It became quickly apparent why Malia had enjoyed having sex with him. Despite his initially nervous and shy demeanour when having caught you both, Stiles was clearly usually the dominant one in sexual situations, and he leaned into that role as he began to pound into you, one hand on your knee to keep you both steady and one hand on Malia’s ass to help her as she fucked herself thoroughly on your strap. You were sure that she was a vision, it was a shame you couldn’t see her.

That’s when Stiles really surprised you. From the bed beside you he pulled his phone (when had he even put that there?) and took a quick picture of Malia. You heard your phone ping on your desk, and knew you’d received that photo.

“Shit Stilinski. You’re not half bad.” You said, trying your best not to choke on a moan as you said it.

“I’ve hardly started.” He replied, giving you a wink that was hot like sin, “Mal, hop down and lay on her chest.” Malia didn’t question him, choosing to simply so as she’d been instructed. You opened your mouth as if to follow up, but became quickly distracted by Stiles lifting your legs and pressing your knees toward your chest which directed your strap toward your stomach. Malia caught onto what was happening and lined the strap up with her pussy again, so as Stiles pushed you further it pushed inside her, making her moan loudly, a truly filthy sound.

“There we go.” He said softly, then without any further warning began to slam into you over and over, which caused your strap to move inside Malia, allowing Stiles to effectively fuck you both at once.

You became overwhelmed with the pleasure almost immediately, but you didn’t let that stop you from reaching around and taking Malia’s nipples between your fingers to play with them, leading to her letting out a high pitched keen, then cum loudly, juices gushing around the bright pink strap inside her. Stiles only chuckled, didn’t stop even as Malia turned to mush on top of you. You moaned loudly, gripping onto Malia’s hips to keep you sane, the feel of Stiles’ hands on your legs keeping you in the moment. If you’d known he could fuck like this, you’d have suggested that he joined you much sooner.

“You gonna cum?” Stiles teased with a smirk, but you couldn’t manage to respond around your panting and moaning, your grip on Malia’s hips practically bruising. Stiles had been right though, you’d been close, and only moments later you were cumming hard, your pussy clenching around his dick.

“That’s it.” He cooed, slamming into you once, twice more, then pulled out. With just a few quick strokes of his hand he was covering you and Malia in his cum. All three of you panted heavily together, and after that initial moment post orgasm, Stiles collapsed down beside you. You lifted Malia off your strap and deposited her between you both. You lifted yourself up on shaky legs to remove the harness and tossed it aside, then settled in behind Malia, arm resting over her side to find Stiles’.

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Your soft sigh made Theo shudder, pushing the front door to your small apartment closed behind him. He’d spent all afternoon doing his best to test your patience, he loved to do that. Ever since Scott had thoroughly taken him down a peg, Theo found his thrill and battle for dominance in his relationship with you. Ultimately though, you always brought him home and taught him his place again.

“You know the rules, pup. Kneel at the foot of the bed, naked.” You instructed, passing through to the kitchen to preemptively pour two glasses of water, carrying them into the bedroom with you. You ignored Theo entirely on your first entry, passing by him to set the two glasses on one of the nightstands for later. You liked to be prepared, and water was the only thing not immediately available in the bedroom.

Finally, you came to stand in front of Theo, looking down at him with a raised brow. “You just can’t behave, can you?” You mumbled, regarding him. He was a little slumped, but you’d let him off, you knew how eager he was. He always was. Sometimes you thought you might be too soft with him, but you adored him too much to be anything else, and you knew the instant you touched him that he’d fold and submit, because that was what always happened. Every ounce of brat in his body disappeared with your hands on him. “Don’t know what you mean.” He said, looking up at you through those pretty lashes. You hummed softly and reached out to run your fingers through his hair, and already you could feel him melting. You gripped the strands tightly, holding him still as you spoke again. “In a moment, I’m going to let go, and you’re going to answer my question again. Think carefully about your answer pup.” You said softly, then after a moment you released him, ready to let him try again to see if his answer would change. “I just- I can’t help it.” He mumbled, and you smiled. There it was. You knelt down to Theo’s height and cupped his cheek gently, allowing him to lean into your palm for comfort. “Thank you for being honest. Up onto the bed, ass up.” You instructed, and after another moment of allowing him his comfort, you stepped back to give him space to move.

As expected, he followed with ease, not a protest or question in sight. He simply bent over the edge of the bed, showing off his round ass. You pulled your hand back and landed a light swat on the left cheek, just because the temptation was so great, enjoying the sound of his soft hiss of pain. You opened the closet on the other side of the room to pull out your small box of toys, taking from it a dildo, a thigh strap, and a bottle of lube. When you returned to the bed, you popped the cap on the lube and poured some onto your fingers to begin prepping Theo’s hole for you. You weren’t going to fuck him, not this time, and that was his punishment. You were going to use the strap, and deprive him of the joy he got from making you feel good while you drove him to overstimulation with a silicone replacement.

It was easy to work him open, you knew just how to use your fingers to help him open up, a hand on the small of his back to keep him relaxed so he wasn’t inadvertedly tightening up as you finger fucked him. He began to moan near immediately, grinding back onto your fingers which you allowed only for a moment before another firm swat to his ass reminded him of his manners. He would take only what he was given, and nothing more.

Once he was ready, you pulled your fingers out, a soft chuckle escaping you in response to his whimper, already desperate for the touch you’d taken away. You strapped the halster to your thigh with practiced ease, then slipped the dildo into it as you sat down on the edge of the bed beside Theo. With ease granted by supernatural strength, you hauled Theo up and into your lap, facing you. You kissed him gently as you lined him up with the dildo, then let him ease himself down onto it. He said nothing, just took everything you were willing to give. “See, you do know how to behave. Where was this good boy earlier, hm?” You asked, watching carefully as he shuddered with the praise. He bottomed out quickly, grinding down against your thigh to feel the dildo moving inside him.

“That’s my needy boy. Go ahead, fuck yourself on the toy. I want to watch you have fun.” Theo’s heavy lidded eyes opened briefly to look at you confused. Typically, a punishment would not involve him freely getting pleasure, but he wasn’t going to look a gift horse in the mouth. He began to eagerly ride the toy, hands on your shoulders to support himself, moaning like he made money from it. You simply watched in silence, admiring his expression and enjoying his sounds, your own needs ignored entirely.

He lasted for maybe two minutes before he was whining and pouting, trying to get you to help him. “Please.. it’s not as good if you don’t help.” He pleaded, leaning in to kiss you deeply, an attempt to tempt you into helping. “That wouldn’t be much of a punishment then, would it?” You replied gently, kissing his forehead. He pouted, but continued to bounce on the toy, aware that this was a gentle punishment compared to what he could be getting, and if he stopped he was likely to end up receiving a more severe punishment. His moans continued, his head buried in your neck as he sloppily bounced, panting and kissing the skin he could reach, eyes screwed shut. He was a vision to behold, and you simply ran a soothing hand over his back, cooing softly at him. He barely lasted another minute before he was begging again.

“Please- please I need.. please!” He whined, reaching to try to touch you, but you caught his wrist quickly. “I’m sorry, what was that pup? I couldn’t hear you over all that noise you’re making.” You teased with a smirk, pleased when you watched his skin flush red, face burying further into your neck. “No don’t hide, if you want something you have to use your words.” You urged, reaching down to run a single finger over his rim, making him moan obscenely. “Please! I need more it’s not enough I can’t.. I can’t get off like this.” He repeated, grinding down against the toy inside him, attempting to press it up against his prostate. You made a show of deeply sighing, as if you deeply put upon, then with a firm grip on his hips began to bounce your leg, driving the dildo up into him. Theo yelped, wrapping his arms around your neck desperately as moans and whines were forcefully punched from his chest. “What if I do this, hm? Is this enough for my needy boy?”

You continued for a while like that, just letting Theo bask in the pleasure. Once again he was lulled into a false sense of security, taking enjoyment in the pleasure you provided, ignoring that nothing was given for free when you were punishing him.

Finally, you felt it as he came hard, digging claws into your shoulders, cock twitching as he spurted cum over your stomach and chest. But you didn’t stop. His moans turned to whines, to whimpers, overwhelmed by the constant pleasure even after he’d already cum. He took in a sharp breath, and you knew he’d realised what your plan was. There was no chance to calm down, you took his cock in hand to stroke it, watching as his back bowed and tears brimmed in his eyes from a combination of pain and pleasure. “Is this what you needed, pup? To be fucked nice and hard until your brain was mush?” You asked teasinly, but Theo was unable to reply, head tipped back, mouth hanging open, eyes rolled back. He was utterly brainless, and you’d made that happen as you always did. It was a shame nobody had thought to do this to him sooner, it could’ve prevented a lot of problems for the pack.

“I can’t- I can’t take it pleaseplease- ah- I can’t take anymore please… it’s too much.” Theo panted as his body twitched and trembled, hardly able to keep himself upright, swapping between arching away from you and into your hold, looking for more pleasure and desperately trying to escape it. “Are you sure pup? You’re nearly there now I can tell, and your needy body is still chasing my hand.” You pointed out, scratching your claws lightly over his skin just to watch as goosebumps emerged over his skin. He shuddered, and for a second no words followed, clearly considering his options.

“What colour, Theo?” You asked gently, slowing your hand for a moment to allow him to concentrate better on his needs. “G-green..” He replied, voice breathy, bucking up into your hand even as his stomach tensed, and fingers twitched with the urge to reach and stop you. You chuckled softly, continuing. Even as his body begged for the onslaught to stop, he was eager for more, looking for that second orgasm like the greedy boy you knew him to be. It thankfully didn’t take much longer for him to cum, coating your hand and stomach again, though less than before. “There it is, I knew you could do it, pup,” you paused there, eyeing his face for a moment, gaging where he was at, “nothing clever to say now, hm?” But that was enough. Having given him a moment to calm down, you stopped, pulling him into your chest to soothe him, and pulling the dildo from inside him.

You discarded the strap carelessly, not caring for where it ended up, and hauled Theo up into your arms. You set him at the top of the bed against the pillows and pulled some wet wipes from a drawer in your nightstand, which you used to clean the both of you up quickly and gently. You offered him the water then, but when it was refused, you climbed into the bed beside him to hold him close. “That’s my good boy. You did so well for me Theo, so proud of you baby. It’s all okay now, you took your punishment so well for me.” You softly praised, allowing him to press in close to your chest, breathing in deeply to take in your scent, grounding himself back into the moment. You ran gentle hands over the skin of his back, mumbling praises against his skin as you kissed his head, giving him all the time he needed to settle again, coming back to himself. Theo mumbled vaguely against your chest, and you just chuckled, pressing another firm kiss to his head. “It’s okay, get some rest baby. You did so well, all is forgiven you know that. Take a nap, I’m not going anywhere, I’ll be right here when you wake up.”

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So, if you were going to be entirely honest with yourself, you had to admit that you’d always been just a little bit hopeless. Mostly with romance. You’d had crushes on a bunch of people over the years but never once had you done anything about it - after all, how the hell were you supposed to even do that? Talk to the person you have a crush on? Surely not. That was too far fetched, no you’d rather just watch them from afar and think about them.

You’d done that with Erica for at least four months now. You’d noticed her one day while she was taking notes in class, and something about the way she looked that day just struck you suddenly, and it had kept growing from there. You knew she struggled at school, that she’d been bullied in the past, and you didn’t know how anyone could do that to her. How wasn’t there more people trying to date her? You’d say that was better for you, but that still involved you having the balls to approach her.

The day she fell in the gym and had a seizure, something just overtook you, and you dashed to help her. Between yourself and Stiles, you managed to get her to the nurse, and then you insisted on accompanying her to the hospital until someone could join her. The entire ride to the hospital you knew she was bracing for you to say something mean, to insult or mock her, but you didn’t, of course. The two of you didn’t have much conversation but you’d like to think that at least she appreciated the company. When your mother called asking why you were missing from your classes, you explained the situation and she was, thankfully, understanding and had even teased you a little. She didn’t even know about your crush! She just.. Had a sixth sense. Mom stuff, you guessed.

You’d left when an older guy arrived, and for a moment your stomach was tied in knots, sure this must be some sort of older boyfriend. But while you walked home, absently scrolling on your phone, it came to you without warning that you knew his face - that was Derek Hale. What the hell was he doing visiting Erica?

You’d spoken to Stiles the next day to update him, and demand answers, and the guy just looked totally panicked. He’d tried to dash away, presumably to talk to Scott, but you weren’t having it. You wanted answers. It was Allison Argent that gave them to you, she mentioned something off handedly as she passed by to go to her locker, and all you caught was the word ‘Werewolf’. Your brain ran a million miles an hour attempting to compute what the hell she was talking about, and your wide eyes turned to Stiles.

“You. Me. Lunch. Explanation.” And he could only nod hopelessly.

So, that was what happened. At lunch, you sat with Scott and Stiles out in the jeep for privacy, and they filled you in on everything. Once you had your hunch from Allison, they figured it’d be better to explain than attempt to keep it hidden while you had ideas that could get you killed. That was when they decided that Derek must’ve wanted to turn Erica. When you all headed through to the cafeteria to find Allison, to give her the heads up, you saw her.

She looked radiant.

Your mouth hung open slightly, and it took Scott reaching out to forcibly close it for you to realise you were staring.

“Jealous?” She asked you as she passed by, smirk on her lips. You turned and watched as she left, still gobsmacked. Jealous was so far from what you felt, no, you were just so gay. Oh you were so fucking gay.

“What the hell?” Lydia muttered nearby, clearly she was a little jealous of Erica’s overnight transformation, and from what you’d gathered she didn’t know the cause for the sudden transformation either. You looked around, and everyone else was equally stunned for just a moment before returning to what they were doing, now accompanied by gossip.

“Oh I need to thank Derek.” You muttered, and Stiles elbowed you.

“No! Bad.” He scolded, as if you were a dog, to which you only shrugged. You might do it anyway.

From then onward, you were pulled into the trouble that Scott and Stiles regularly ended up involved in. You had no idea how they survived anything before then, considering how self involved they were, and how oblivious. More than once you found yourself grabbing them by the neck of their t-shirt or their collar to physically prevent them from running into danger. This also meant seeing Erica semi-regularly, and you were sure she was getting more gorgeous every time. You didn’t speak to her often, if at all, usually too stunned to open your mouth. She, however, definitely did speak. She seemed sure, as she had been that day in the cafeteria, that you were somehow jealous of her or something similar.

You caught her looking at Stiles once, and you understood. She had her own hopeless crush on him, while you had one on her. You said nothing, didn’t acknowledge it to her, or to Stiles who you were positive had not noticed this about her.

When you she came and dropped herself in beside you in English class one day, you knew you were in trouble. You both listened in silence while the teacher spoke, waiting until conversation broke out amongst your classmates to speak.

“What do you know about the kanima?” She asked simply, and though she wasn’t looking at you, you became hyper aware of how close she was, the slight heat radiating from her body. Werewolf perk, according to Scott.

“Literally nothing. I only found out about Werewolves like.. The day you came back turned.” You replied, gripping your pen tighter in your hand. Erica’s hand was suddenly on your thigh, and a shiver ran up your spine. What the hell was she doing? It traced upward slightly, and then you felt the pointed tips of her claws. So, so gay.

“So if I asked you about.. Lydia. Or Stiles.. You’d have nothing to say?”

“Nothing. I don’t care about Lydia but I don’t think it’s her just given her.. Everything. And it’s definitely not Stiles.”

“Oh, we know Stiles isn’t the kanima. That wasn’t what I was talking about.” She said, finally turning her eyes toward you, and if a look could kill, you’d have dropped dead in an instant.

“Yeah, I figured. I don’t like him like that. I just knew he’d know what was going on, cause I’d seen him with Derek before. I forced him to tell me about Werewolves.”

“Why?”

“I wanted to know why you knew Derek. Seemed weird for him to be visiting you. Thought it might be some sort of weird.. Grooming thing.”

“Oh. Fucking ew.” She muttered, retracting her claws, but not removing her hand.

“Didn’t hurt to check, cause like I wouldn’t want that to happen to anyone but you were like, particularly vulnerable in that moment.” You mumbled, trailing off toward the end. That should’ve been your chance to confess, to admit that no you weren’t interested in Stiles but you were interested in her especially when she was still touching you.

But then the teacher spoke, and it startled you both, and Erica removed her hand. The moment was over, and you’d missed your chance.

You all knew who it was now, or at least had very strong suspicions. Stiles cornered Erica near the locker rooms to talk to her about the entire situation, and you stumbled across them. She was looking at him, all sad and longing, about to say something.

“Stiles!” You called out and dashed to catch up to them both. Erica’s eyes landed on you, hard and cold, anger behind it.

Erica watched as they had a silent conversation. Stiles shook his head, nobody girl raised her brows, he flung his arms out incredulously, she rolled her eyes, he nodded, she squinted at him judgmentally. She hardly even had a crush on Stiles anymore, but the fact that someone else might have him when she’d finally actually gotten his attention made a bitter taste rise in her mouth. She didn’t even really want Stiles, she just didn’t want this other nobody girl to have him. Finally, they seemed to remember Erica was there, and turned to her.

“Sorry about him. He’s stupid.” The girl said, and Erica’s head tilted slightly, surprised by that response. That was the last thing she’d expected them to be communicating about.

“I am not. I just.. Don’t think sometimes.”

“Yeah. Stupid.” Her eyes rolled, and a small voice in the back of Erica’s mind recognised just how pretty the girl was. She clenched her hands into fists, forcing that thought away. No. Even if she wanted this girl, that wouldn’t work, they were on totally different sides of this entire thing.

“You’re cute together.” Erica commented with a sneer. That was when Scott burst through the door behind you all, followed by Jackson. Erica hurried to grab and restrain Jackson, prepared to take him to Derek, but could’ve sworn that she’d overheard a soft ‘ew, not ever, not any man’. Good to know.

The next chance you had to say something was in the library. You were struggling to keep up with everything, to understand what the hell was going on, you were always learning something new while in the middle of a situation. The light above you burst, and you knew it was directly over the aisle where Erica stood. The second you could do so safely, you rounded the shelves and found her on the ground seizing.

“She’s having a seizure!” You called out, throwing yourself down to your knees so you could lift her head from the floor, attempting to use the knowledge that you’d gained from that first aid course you did last summer to get her into the proper position.

“We need to take her to the hospital.” Stiles said, coming to join you while Scott checked on Allison.

“No- no hospital. Derek.” Erica insisted. You looked between them, then grunted and attempted to start lifting her into your arms.

“She has to get her medication, she needs a hospital.” Stiles insisted, hauling himself up to his feet with some effort.

“She’s the one with epilepsy, Stiles. She knows what she needs.” You insisted. Erica looked up at you, surprised, and almost smiled, but quickly was overridden with discomfort from the seizure. When Scott joined you, he looked between you and Stiles for instructions.

“To Derek.” You confirmed, and Scott just nodded.

Stiles came along with you too, and watched from a distance, clearly not approving of the course of action. You couldn’t blame him for it, you did understand - she’d always gone to hospital for her seizures before, and what the hell did Derek know about werewolf epilepsy? But, you trusted Erica.

You knelt down in the old train car, Erica’s head in your lap while you gently carded your fingers through her hair.

“This is going to hurt.” Derek grunted, then with almost no effort, he broke her arm. Erica gave a strangled scream, and Scott physically started, as if unsure if he should protect her. Then, Derek dug his claws into her arm to make her bleed.

“I hope you know what you’re doing, Hale.” You directed at him, eyes burning two holes into his skull.

“I don’t. But the break should start her healing and she can bleed the toxin out.” At least his thought process seemed to have some logic to it, judging by Stiles nodding in agreement when you looked up at him. He seemed to know the most between him and Scott, so if he thought this made sense, then you supposed it did.

Finally, Erica relaxed and stopped seizing, and you looked down at her, relief clear in your face.

“Thank you, for trusting me.” She whispered, and you gently removed some hair from her forehead. You didn’t know what to say to that, so you just shrugged, hoping just being present would help her.

“People- when you’re sick people start thinking you’re not capable. I get treated like a kid a lot. But you just believed me when I said to bring me to Derek instead of the hospital.”

“Who am I to tell you about your own epilepsy? I’m nobody.” You said softly, aware of the three sets of eyes on you both that made your cheeks heat.

“You’re not nobody. You’re my friend.” She said, shakily reaching up to take your hand in her own. Your heart flipped and twisted in your chest, and the sappy idea that your hands fit perfectly together planted itself firmly in your mind.

Erica blinked slowly up at her favourite pretty girl - because that had happened at some point and she’d given up trying to dismiss the slowly growing feelings she had. Though the seizure had stopped, she was still slightly woozy, struggling with the light directly above her. She smiled as you moved to hide the light from her view, and it gave you a slightly angelic appearance.

“You- did you know- fuck, you’re.. Your eyes. You’re so pretty.” Erica struggled to say, making Derek roll his eyes, though she didn’t see that. Your eyes widened slightly, and Erica had to fight the urge to reach up and touch your face to make sure you kept looking at her. You were very quickly becoming one of her favourite people.

Jackson was cured, and Erica and Boyd were preparing to run. To leave. You followed them from the warehouse and grabbed Erica’s wrist gently. It would’ve taken no effort at all for her to pull away and continue to leave, but she didn’t. She stopped and turned to face you, curious but scared too.

“Are you really going to leave?” You asked softly, glancing from her to Boyd. You’d spoken to him maybe once, but who could blame you? Your entire mind revolved around Erica.

“We can’t stay here with Derek.” She replied, brushing her hair behind her ear, a nervous habit from before she was turned, one she’d lost with her newfound confidence.

“What about Isaac? Stiles,” you paused and took a deep breath, finding confidence that you didn’t have, “what about me?”

“I- we have nowhere to go.”

“What was it that Derek said, when you were waiting out for us to leave the house? Trapped us inside? A pack only needs.. Four right? A leader.. And three betas.” You said, quickly losing your nerve, instead focusing on your hands.

“We won’t join Scott either, not with Allison.” Boyd said firmly, and you held up your hands to placate them. You knew what she’d done. She’d tracked them down in the woods, filled them with arrows, and got them caught by Gerard. It was only Stiles’ text to you to find them that had gotten them out of that basement, preventing them from running away again already.

“I didn’t say Scott. I meant, you two.. Isaac.. And me.” You said, shrugging as you finished your sentence as if to make the suggestion less important, as if the entire offer wasn’t the only thing that had any chance at stopping them from leaving Beacon Hills forever. As if you weren’t, effectively, offering to be a family.

“You’d do that?” Erica asked breathlessly, and you again just shrugged. She stepped forward into your space and slowly lifted her hand to cup your cheek, forcing you to look at her. Your eyes flicked between hers, a warm brown, and her ruby red lips. She chuckled softly, not unkind, the sound was warm and all encompassing and for a moment nothing existed but the two of you.

“I’m not much of a co-alpha.” She mumbled, her confident smirk slowly returning to her face.

“Don’t need to be. It’s.. temporary. We’ll find someone to lead us properly. Someone that isn’t Derek. Or get Derek to get his shit together.” You suggested, borderline breathless.

“Yeah. Okay.” She nodded, and you couldn’t stop yourself then. Your arms wrapped around her waist and pulled her in close, smashing your lips together. You kissed like it was the last thing you’d do, like it was the only way to keep surviving into the next moment. She laughed against your lips, but eagerly returned your kiss, staining your mouth red.

“One month.” Boyd grunted when you separated, and you nodded.

“I can accept that. I just.. This whole thing is shit, Derek is an asshole. You deserve another chance. A better one.” You laced your finger’s with Erica’s and she giggled, you suspected if she weren’t in heels she’d have done a silly little happy dance. Your heart soared high in your chest.

Fuck she’s so cute. You’re so gay.

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It had been a long, hard day for everyone. Nobody more than Law. In fact, generally speaking, everyone's day had been made a little harder by Law. He didn't mean it, though, he was just struggling. He hadn't said anything about it, but you had a feeling you knew exactly what was wrong. The entire crew did. But it was up to Law to mention it first.

You all sat together on the shore of an island, some of the crew members paddling around and having fun in the water, while you sat on the shore beside Law. The two of you had been dating for almost a year now, and you grew closer every day, but he had never been a fan of PDA. You didn't mind, because he was affectionate with you in private, and that was all you needed from him.

The two of you sat in comfortable silence, watching the crew have fun, and just enjoying the summer sun. It was nice, a break you didn't often manage to get amongst the pirate activities.

Law sighed deeply and rested his head on your shoulder, which you accepted, letting him determine what he did or didn't want to do. When he spoke, he did so so softly that you weren't sure you'd heard him, so you asked him to repeat himself. "Hold me? Please?" He asked, still a whisper, but you didn't have a bone in your body that was able to deny him. You wrapped an arm around him and pulled him closer, then up into your lap, keeping him close and safe. "Normally you don't like PDA, otherwise I would've done this sooner." You mumbled into his ear, pressing a soft kiss to his temple. "I just.. need it, right now." "That's okay. I'll hold you as long as you need."

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