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lizbotw · 2 years

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do not disturb | wc: 2.7k

Cyno hums in contemplation, the cool water flowing over his fingers. He turns the faucet off just as he hears footsteps on tiles and takes a towel to his hair, counting the four seconds he knows it takes to get to the room.

“Cyno, I really don’t- oh,” you stop in your tracks, right on time. He doesn’t have to turn around to know you’re holding a familiar folder of papers with complaints outlined in red ink. “Sorry. I didn’t…”

“You should really learn to knock first.” He thinks it’s funny because the rooms here don’t actually have doors, just sweeping arches for the great big important spaces, and then tiny arches for less important rooms (like his apparently), and then medium-sized ones for… well other things. Kaveh was the Kshahrewar graduate, not him.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to. And… and…” He can just hear you bristle. You even straighten up a little judging from the faint shuffling. “And I don’t know, maybe you should put up a sign or something.”

Cyno rubs the white towel over his head slowly, finally standing up from where he’d been kneeling. “Maybe I should.” He’s seriously considering it—you always bring up good points. “Though, I thought everyone knew only my room is in this wing. You’d have to go out of your way to get here.” That and he’s just come back from an expedition. No one bothers him after those.

Thick water droplets and remnants of the desert circle around the drain. You hadn’t walked in on much. He had been rinsing off the sand grains that stuck to his arms and shoulders and were especially annoyingly weaved in his hair, but he’d also removed his armor—he didn’t typically wear much anyway so to see him with even less was probably too cruel, even by your standards.

Cyno turns just enough to watch you under his bangs and nearly bursts out laughing (or, that’s to say, he can’t help but crack a smirk). Even from his peripheral, he can tell his exposed back and arms have caught your attention. If he could get closer, he’s sure your pupils would be blown wide the same way they were when you saw Avidya Forest for the first time. Your eyes dart around—to the walls with sandy desert motifs and his spear propped up in the corner and the window that blows in a warm breeze laced with the smell of dinner preparations, and then always, always they wander back to him.

Are you trying not to stare? He wouldn’t have noticed if you had and yet, it still seems to matter to you. Archons, you were so professional sometimes it made him dizzy.

“You’re the only one who visits anyway,” he adds, line of sight dropping back to the dripping faucet. He rubs harder at his hair.

“That’s beside the point!” You latch on to the distraction. “It’s bad enough I have to walk across the entire palace to get here! Not to mention, what were you thinking with this thing? I’m so sick of reading the same report—”

Right. You would have been in his office today. All alone.

The towel bunches under his grip and he closes his eyes for a brief second. Then, it falls around his shoulders as he turns and walks over to you.

“Is that from last week’s Amurta incident?” Cyno tips the folder towards himself, feeling hot air on his cheek when you huff. His handwriting is smooth on the front. He’s leaning in closer than needed to read it but truthfully the words just swim in his vision. He knows what they say anyway. Typical researcher-thinks-the-desert-is-empty-enough-to-cover-their-totally-fucked-up-experiment situation. (“They thought it was… deserted.” He had paused for a moment to gauge your reaction as soon as he’d gotten back. This masterpiece couldn’t wait any longer to be told and he’d practically run to your room. “But actually I was there. So it wasn’t.” You kicked him out record fast.)

“Yes! This shouldn’t be taking us this long to file.” If he really concentrates, he can feel the vibrations of your words, he thinks. It bristles his skin and he leans back, releasing the document and shrugging. He eyes the wall inlaid with gold circles above your head to calm down.

“So just send it in. Nothing’s stopping you.”

“I can’t! You keep making all these corrections I have to add in.”

The straight line of his mouth wavers. “That was the joke. I’m the one stopping you.”

You deadpan. “You’re horrible.” When he doesn’t say anything back, you smack his chest with the folder, punctuating your words. “You made me write this entire thing and I stayed up all night working on it and you and your stupid, stupid”—two smacks for that one—“brain are just never satisfied”—he blinks at that and mulling it over, he catches the folder (eyes still tracing the intricate spirals and corners of the Scarlet King’s symbol the best of Eremite sculptors had carved out a millennia ago; though, he’s not that impressed by something like that at the moment), and you tug it back right away but stop hitting him.

“And you keep making me rewrite it. Speaking of, why am I even doing this in the first place?! I wasn’t even there! I’m so sick of you. Either let me come with you on missions or keep doing everything yourself like an idiot and file your own stupid paperwork after! It’s not my fault some of the details aren’t accurate. You know, you care too much about doing everything the “just” way. I swear you’re somehow worse than my old Akademiya advisor!” You suck in a breath and Cyno thinks you’re done until your renewed lung capacity proves him wrong. “Well, you know what, I’ve got some corrections to your corrections and—”

He finally lets himself look at you, bored after following the same golden line to its end five times, and immediately hears a rush of blood in his ears. He speaks quickly before he can get tongue-tied. “So, a sign,” he interrupts your tangent. The last word you were saying breaks off unsatisfyingly. You look like you want to murder him and he feels his heart burn from the center out and melt into lava in his chest. Up close, your hair is tousled by the dry heat and your eyes dot orange with the setting sun. “And what should it say? Do not disturb?” Cyno suddenly finds himself missing your fiery gaze when you tear away.

“I mean, yeah.” You’re flipping through the folder now, no doubt trying to find your least favorite part to criticize, this time right to his face. You miss the terrible, terrible trap he sets with his words and proximity. “The hell else would you put on it anyway,” you scoff.

He cuts in before you can get back to business. “You’re right.” Your eyes snap up, eyebrows scrunched in annoyance, to question why this part of the conversation is still going and he catches your wrist to stop your flipping. He can see the exact moment you notice how close he is, how he’s inched in until only the open folder you hold separates you.

Your eyes widen and your lips part just the smallest bit as though there are words on the tip of your tongue and he thinks you look otherworldly. He gives himself a moment to take you in before his voice drops to only between you two. “I think do not disturb would be perfect.” The tip of the report is digging into his chest now. The thought of how painful a papercut that would be in the desert barely crosses his mind.

The gears turn in your head, slowly, as the second meaning sinks in. He watches in rapt interest as your previous inhibitions melt away and your pupils dilate. You’re already looking much more sluggish than before, relaxed enough that he releases your wrist and lets his hand run up your bare arm. “Cyno…,” you sigh—you’re immediately embarrassed and glance away but then at his lips curved in a cruel smile and back to his eyes. Your skin is soft and burning, and he can’t tell if it’s just him imagining it or if it’s really how he makes you feel. He squeezes your bicep lightly, then lets his touch move up over your shoulder and ghost over your neck until you shiver and your gaze turns lidded.

Cyno hums and leans in, not missing the way your eyes fall shut the rest of the way and you tip forward in anticipation. He feels a hand on his chest and fingertips pressing into him, and you’re so soft and warm. He moves to cup your face and your lips bump together, and those careful fingertips against him turn into sharp nails.

He breathes you in and then molds his lips to yours.

The kiss is slow and it feels like you’re taking all of his oxygen, condemning him to the underworld for losing himself to his desires. Even when his grip on your jaw tightens the smallest amount and he presses his tongue into your mouth, Cyno is careful, barely holding onto himself. He doesn’t know if you’re as affected as he is but the tortuous pace is both heaven and hell to him.

It’s you who tips the chaste balance and throws your arms around his neck, never pulling away but always tugging him in. He lets go of your jaw and both of his hands find your waist on instinct, and he wants to be disappointed in himself when he stumbles you back until you’re pressed up against the open doorway but you taste so good there’s no way he stands a chance.

The sensation is overwhelming and his cloudy mind zeros in on the way his bare chest presses to the smooth, silky front of your shirt and how smooth and silky your lips feel and how perfect and soft and warm they are, and how ungodly pretty they always look when he stares. He feels carnal compared to your composure.

So unprofessional we keep doing this, he thinks faintly, buried behind thoughts of worship. Then, he feels a heat burst in his heart and quickly amends it. No. So terrible I keep doing this. So wrong.

And something about pulling you deep into the haze behind his righteous persona is even worse (even better) than anything else he could come up with. The truth has him kissing you harder and you mewl at his hunger—you who’s a way better person than he is, who always sticks to the book, who always gives him what he wants.

Judgment day couldn’t come soon enough.

His hair’s still dripping wet he realizes as the cold drops fizz into nothing between you, swallowed up. Your fingers are digging into the same muscles of his back you’d been staring at earlier and Cyno feels the scrape of the papers that had been pressed between the heat of your bodies before—the whole reason you’d even come.

He bites at your bottom lip, giving you the faintest moment to catch your breath. “Be careful not to drop them,” he mumbles, heated teases brushing against your jaw and just under your ear when he licks a stripe up them. You whine and tug him back up to you, probably so sick and tired of fucking hearing him talk all the time (this is precisely why he does it).

Your hands are in his hair now and he groans as your fingers card through the mess of wet curls and pull them and twist and shove his lips further into yours almost in the hopes you’ll become one.

Cyno has the inkling a sign wouldn’t do much if you’re both going to be so shameless in the open about it.

He’s glad his room is so removed from the rest of the building. It’s still a risk that raises delicious goosebumps on his skin but practically no one would bother coming out here of their own free will or see what was his during a quick walk down a hallway.

Cyno lets himself drown in your lips—you’re more forceful this time, more desperate, and he can see your threads coming unraveled—until you decide you actually need a proper break to breathe and pull back, shoving his face away in amusement when he goes chasing after you.

You’re both panting hard and he finally registers the screaming of his lungs for air. He has no idea how he looks but your image is another hit to his already foggy brain—it’s a sight for the ages, a sage that he sears into his mind and wants to imprint into history books everywhere.

You’re smiling so wide, he can’t look away from the pretty color of your bruised lips if he tried.

A few droplets from him drip down your cheek and he thumbs them away carefully, placing a light peck on the corner of your mouth.

“Your hair’s a mess,” you comment breathlessly, breaking him from his stupor. It’s then that he feels your touch carefully rearranging his bangs. It’s a sharp contrast to your heavy tugs moments ago and makes his heart flip and ache and everything in between in a way that’s both different and the same.

Cyno huffs a laugh. “Let me finish getting ready first next time then.” He goes back in to kiss you but you shake your head, covering your mouth and burying your head in his chest. He hears the giggles that escape between your fingers and feels the faint shake of your body with the weight of them.

“That bad, huh?” He blows a strand out of his face. When it falls back right in front of his eyes, he runs a hand through his hair and shoves it all back, no doubt ruining it further.

You look up when he cages you in, a forearm above your head and the other still wrapped around your waist. You’re beaming when he leans your foreheads together.

“I love you,” you say, lost in his eyes.

Cyno’s fingers squeeze into a fist above your head where you can’t see them. No matter how many times you say it, he’s filled with emotions that have no names every time. “I love you too.” He has to stop himself from saying more.

“But I don’t know if I love you enough to—” He doesn’t let you make the choice because he swallows up your next words. He feels mildly bad that he keeps cutting off your sentences today but when you smile into the kiss he knows you don’t mind—plus, he gets the feeling you planned this one at least. Anyway, his hair can’t bother you if you can’t see it.

You’re the one who pulls back again the next time and the heated air within the confines of Cyno’s arms is palpable. Tipping your head back to the wall, you stare at him with a blissful expression, content, and eyes half-closed. In the silence, only both of your heavy breaths could be heard.

“Mmm,” you sigh, letting your eyes flutter shut as you gather your wits about you, looking so perfect and happy. Cyno’s shameless staring doesn’t stop even when you open them. “I’m still going to need you to look over those reports on your desk.”

He kisses you again, nerves on fire, and when he pulls away you’re both panting again. “I don’t think we need to go to my office to talk about them.” Fuck, he kisses you searingly one last time, unable to control himself, before he untangles from you. You’re slightly dazed and reach out for him again in your confusion, but instead, he lightly intertwines your fingers. “You’re already here. It wouldn’t be right to make you walk back.”

Cyno then pulls you behind him, out of the open archway, and into his darkening bedroom. That sign would probably come in handy right about now.

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plutopitou · 5 months

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◇ Internship

bakugou katsuki x reader

Warnings: smut, smut, and more smut hornies

did this in 10 minutes no beta luv u

Bakugou clasps onto your throat harder than the continuous thrusts to kiss the blossomed opening of your cervix.

“God, fucking look at you..” he mutters in a struggled breath, the slosh of your pussy from his jabs rotting his brain as the only thing he can seem to focus on. He wants to ruin it, he wants to feel your little squeeze to not let go and pull out like a baby running to her daddy.

You’re forced to rest your head on his broad shoulders to keep it from banging against the wall, your body being pushed between the wall; one leg raised up and his large frame blocking you in with no where to go makes you moan, it makes your mouth agape with no other option to take it and push right back into his cock for more

You wanted more.

Nails dig into his bare back as katsuki hisses. Your pantyhose are thrown to the side- your pretty skirt bunched up at the hips opening up to be bruised, and your white office shirt unbuttoned to show everything you got for your boss.

It was a reminder how wrong this was. God forbid another employee walking in to see a newly hired intern being fucked like a whore by their boss. A scene where the room echoed of his ragged breaths, your wet pussy and sloppy kisses to the target of your breasts- how he couldn’t resist to kiss when they were served in front of him like a platter to a starved man.

His fingers wandering down to play with your soaked center, how he playfully runs them down the trail of your leaking fluids to slick them with you.

“Bakugou, please- we really shouldn’t anymore..” You felt yourself getting to a closing point, but the guilt ate at your mind this was just not right.

You were a paid intern, a paid intern getting fucked in the paper closet by the top hero Dynamight. To say those words stung but you were scared to know something like this doesn’t last forever.

“Shut up and open..” he whispers sensually with his gravely tone. You obeyed, sticking your tongue out just how you knew he liked it.

His spit reaches the tip of your tongue, his fingers diving straight in your mouth like it was fucking your sweet, tight pussy- just making a straight mess of your mouth as he reveled in the low vibrations of your closed moans.

It didn’t matter to him what was supposed to be “right.” If this was not right then he’d feel okay being in the wrong, as long as he continued to see your sweet face melt into a pot of sweetness and your body want his just as badly as he needed yours.

“It feels good doesn’t it?” His thrusts getting more ferocious. “Just take a peek down, baby..” he breathed. “You practically already squirted on me.”

You couldn’t help but feel your eyes roll back in pleasure. How this had been the fifth time you fucked but he’s got your body printed on his mind better than a map. “Please..” you whispered up at the ceiling, that feeling of desperation clinging onto your energy telling him to just go harder.

Katsuki feels that dibolic nature settle in as sloppy kisses from your tits finally reach the plumpness of your lips that he needed more than air.

You both feel it, you can see it on eachother. That bead of sweat snowballing down the deep crevice of his sheen abdomen past every living scar. How your lower half pushes back against his pelvic with erotic slaps and your upper is limp against his kisses.

Katsuki’s hand squeezes the plump of your hip, his mouth gaping against your lips feeling your milky arousel drip out around the creamy ring around his cock made from you two.

Your embarrassment wasn’t allowed to settle inside yourself as you watched your boss tease around your entrance, coated fingers being cleaned away by his hot mouth.

You legs didn’t last a second being left to stand alone before Katsuki catches your waist. He follows your slumped figure against the wall, putting his cock back in his trousers and starts to rebutton your exposed breasts.

“Same time Monday?”

Well, at least you were a paid intern.

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hamsterclaw · 11 months

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Every time like the first time

A Vows story.

Pairing: Yoongi x F! reader

Genre: Arranged marriage AU, chaebol! Yoongi

Word count: 1.9k

Warnings: Sex, swearing

Yoongi’s watching you out of the corner of his eye, but he’s pretty sure you have no idea.

You’re definitely up to something.

He knows all the signs by now.

The restlessness of your fingers, tapping the glass coffee table. The furtive sidelong glances you keep giving him.

Yoongi stifles a smile when you undo the top two buttons of your blouse and tug it down a little.

He pretends to be engrossed in his book as you slide onto the couch next to him.

Soon you’re so close you’re practically in his lap.

Yoongi lifts his gaze from his book and turns to look at you like he’s just realised you’re there.

‘Hi, jagiya.’

You’re smiling cheerfully at him.

‘Hi, oppa.’

Yoongi asks, ‘Do you need something?’

‘No,’ you answer.

Yoongi nods to the open neck of your blouse. ‘Looks like a button came undone. Shall I fix it?’

You frown as he re-buttons your blouse, without touching you at all.

Yoongi asks, ‘Are you sure there’s nothing you need?’

You hesitate. ‘No, I don’t need anything.’

‘Anything you want?’ Yoongi prompts.

‘No.’ Even less convincing.

Yoongi raises an eyebrow. ‘Well I’m trying to finish this book, so ——‘

‘Sorry,’ you say.

You sit up and go back to your side of the couch.

You glance at your phone and sigh.

Yoongi ignores you.

He’s just got back into his book when he feels something land on his arm.

Yoongi glances at the pen cap that’s landed beside him. ‘Did you throw this at me?’

You’re all wide eyes and innocence. ‘No, Yoongi.’

Yoongi scoffs but decides to let it slide.

A moment later a pen lands on his thigh, bounces off onto the couch.

Yoongi stares at it, then you.

‘Anything you want to tell me, jagiya?’

You’re buried in your phone.

A moment later Yoongi’s phone buzzes in his pocket.

Mrs Min: Yooooongi

Yoongi’s careful not to show any discenible reaction as he swipes away the text and puts his phone back in his pocket. His phone vibrates again, and Yoongi ignores it.

Finally you get up. You’re at the door of his study, hand on the door handle, when Yoongi says, low, ‘Come back here.’

For a split second, it almost looks like you’re about to ignore him.

Then you turn around and throw yourself into his arms.

Yoongi has the breath knocked out of him as you land in his lap.

‘Yoongi,’ you say, anguished. ‘I’m sorry.’

Yoongi nudges your head with his chin. ‘What for?’

You gnash your teeth. ‘I promise you, I’ll fix it.’

Now he’s worried. ‘What did you do, jagiya?’

‘I bought Min Holdings.’

Now that you’ve blurted it out, you slump over in his lap, boneless in your confession.

Yoongi says, slowly, ‘You bought Min Holdings? My family’s company?’

‘I’ll sell it back to you,’ you say, hurriedly.

Yoongi’s lost for words.

You’re already holding out a stack of documents, miserable.

‘It was meant to be the final stroke in my plot to destroy you when we first got married,’ you confess.

‘I hired a specialist team for mergers and acquisitions, years ago, and they’ve been buying shares in your company ever since.’

You look at your hands. ‘Then I teamed up with Jung Hoseok.’

‘Jung Hoseok?’

You misunderstand his question. ‘The CEO of Jungcorp —‘

‘I know who he is,’ Yoongi interrupts.

You wring your hands. ‘Anyway I’ve bought Jung Hoseok out, and I’m the majority shareholder in Min Holdings now.’

Yoongi’s taken aback by the extent of your treachery.

‘Y/N, this is excessive, even for you.’

At the sound of your name, you flinch like he’s struck you.

‘I’m so sorry Yoongi, at first I did it because I was so angry and then —-‘

‘Then I did it to see if I could.’

You bow your head.

Yoongi takes the papers you’re holding out to him.

He waits until you’re looking at him.

‘Are you saying that you own my family’s company now?’

Your face crumples. ‘I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.’

You nod to the papers. ‘Please sign these and I’ll give it all back,’ you plead.

Yoongi asks, very quietly, ‘How can I trust you?’

You react like you’d expected him to say that.

‘I can’t ask you to trust me.’

You’re looking at him earnestly. ‘And if you —-‘

You stop, swallow, start again. ‘If you wanted to divorce me, I wouldn’t contest it.’

Yoongi stares at your bowed head.

‘I know I’ve gone too far, Yoongi. Please forgive me.’

Yoongi puts the papers down.

‘Look at me.’

You meet his gaze with effort.

‘I’ve known about this for a long time,’ he tells you.

Your eyes widen.

‘Min Holdings has been the target for a dozen takeover bids over the years,’ Yoongi says, gently. ‘You wouldn’t have been able to get as far as you have without us finding out.’

‘Then why?’

Yoongi says, simply, ‘I know you would never hurt me.’

He smiles. ‘I’ve had a hell of a time convincing my board to let you keep going with your nefarious plot.’

‘Also, my CFO wants to hire you.’

Your heart’s pounding, there’s a rush of blood in your ears. ‘Why would you trust me so much?’

Yoongi touches your face. ‘Why wouldn’t I? You trust me, don’t you?’

He slides his hand down to your neck, wraps his fingers around your throat, under your chin, loose.

‘You trust me to touch you like this, and not to hurt you.’

You shiver visibly at his words, almost leaning into his hand.

Yoongi can read the arousal in your eyes as he tightens his hand.

He says, deep voice dropped even lower, ‘Don’t you?’

He loosens his grip, and you suck in a breath. ‘Yes, Yoongi.’

There’s a huskiness to your voice now, a note of supplication he rarely hears from you.

Yoongi unbuttons your blouse deftly, and when he gets to your skirt he tugs the zipper down.

‘Step out of your clothes, my love.’

He steadies you with his arm around your waist as you shed your clothes and are left in your lingerie.

You can feel your whole body heat up as he gives you a leisurely look up and down, tongue pocketed in his cheek.

‘Look at me.’

His voice is still low, gravelly, commanding.

‘You trust me enough to stand in front of me like this, don’t you?’

You meet his gaze, heart pounding, mouth dry.

‘Because you know I’d never hurt you.’

Yoongi gets up and starts undressing in front of you. He unbuttons his waistcoat, unscrews his collar bar, dropping it on the glass side table with a plink. You step forward.

Yoongi stays perfectly still, looking down at you as you loosen his tie and put it around your own neck.

He tightens it without you having to ask, wraps it round his hand twice, tugging you forward.

‘You trust me to do this, and I trust you to tell me if it’s too much.’

You unbutton his shirt, unbuckle his belt, and Yoongi loosens his grip on the tie around your neck so you can kneel in front of him to take his trousers down.

Yoongi hisses as you mouth along his boxer briefs, the muscles of his thighs tensing under your hands as you find his cock, semi-hard and getting harder by the second under your mouth.

‘Up,’ he grunts, tugging hard on the tie.

You’re breathless by the time you’re standing again.

Yoongi watches you carefully until you mouth ‘I’m ok.’

He reaches behind you to unhook your bra, and you whimper as he leans down to lave your nipples with his tongue.

You’re sensitive, nipples stiff, and you cry out as he kneads your bare breasts with his hands.

Yoongi pulls you down onto the couch, lets go of the tie.

He puts his hand between your legs like it belongs there, and you’re wet, clit throbbing under the pad of his thumb as he presses down.

‘Yoongi!’

He hisses, brings his slick fingers to his mouth and sucks, and your hips move involuntarily, seeking him again.

Yoong pinches the soft flesh over your hip. ‘Keep still, baby,’ he says sternly.

He nudges his cock over your cunt, sliding it up against you.

He slaps your hip. ‘Thighs together.’

You watch as he slides himself between your thighs, the smooth head of him nudging up against your clit as he lunges his hips.

Yoongi takes your face in his hand, holding you firmly so you’ll look at him.

‘You trust me to be inside you like this,’ he says, voice like velvet as he enters you.

You gasp at the feel of him, and he pushes two fingers into your open mouth.

Yoongi groans, and you can feel the shudder of pleasure racking his frame.

‘Every time like the first time, jagiya,’ he tells you, pupils blown, top teeth sinking into the plush of his lower lip as he moves.

You wrap your arms around him, holding on as he pulls out almost all the way, slides back into you.

He flows and ebbs into you, moving in the way he knows pleasures you the most.

‘Good girl,’ he says, emphatic, grunting his approval into your ear as you come.

He picks up the pace then, pressing kisses to your face, his thrusts quicker, shallower, until he stills, hard and leaking inside you.

‘You trust me to give you myself like this,’ he says quietly. ‘There’s no one else I trust more than you.’

He kisses you again, and you feel him filling you. He stays, hard and twitching inside you, long after he’s come and for the first time since you learned your plot succeeded, you’re at peace.

***

Yoongi wakes so quietly he catches you admiring his bare back.

‘Ah, jagiya,’ he observes. ‘What are you plotting now?’

You tug the covers up over your bare breasts.

‘I was just admiring you,’ you tell him truthfully.

Yoongi turns over onto his back. ‘Don’t let me stop you,’ he says, giving you a smirk so cocky you want to throttle him.

‘You’re going to be late for work,’ you tell him.

‘No, you’re going to be late,’ Yoongi says, shrugging.

‘Technically, I never signed those papers, so the company is your responsibility now.’

You blink at him.

‘You’re going to need more than that face if you want to win people over,’ Yoongi says, sitting up. ‘Not everyone on my board will be as easily swayed by it as I am.’

You consider him carefully as he gets up and heads to the bathroom.

‘I guess I’ll just call Jung Hoseok for help,’ you call out.

Yoongi doesn’t even turn. ‘Hobi and I go way back,’ he informs you. ‘I’m sure he’d help you.’

‘Hobi,’ you mutter, disgruntled.

You trail behind your husband as he enters the bathroom and starts brushing his teeth.

‘Can you help me?’

Yoongi barely spares you a glance. ‘Say please.’

Your brow furrows with irritation. ‘I begged your forgiveness yesterday,’ you point out.

‘And today I want you to say please,’ Yoongi returns.

He puts the shower on.

‘I’m looking forward to having more time off,’ he muses, ‘whilst you run the company.’

You step into the shower behind him.

‘Please,’ you mutter.

‘What’s that? You’ll have to speak up,’ Yoongi says, the bastard.

‘Please!’ you snap.

‘Is that how you ask for things, brat?’

‘Please, Yoongi,’ you say. ‘Please please please take your company back.’

‘Fine,’ Yoongi says, nonchalant. ‘But you owe me.’

He laughs at your outraged expression as he turns.

‘Wash my back, brat.’

©hamsterclaw 2023

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lllivia · 1 month

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Lottie Matthews x tired fem reader

Reader is overworking herself because she's stressed about very important exams that will guarantee she gets to the college she wants, but lottie noticed this, and just drags her away from her desk to cuddle and pamper little cutie kisses all over her face, body, basically everywhere until Reader falls asleep :((

U said to send requests, so idk if this one is all that good 🥹

I'll always take care of you

Lottie Matthews xf!reader

a/n: AHH I HOPE THIS IS OK, I'VE NEVER REALLY GOTTEN REQUESTS SO I'M PROBABLY NOT THAT GOOD YET (also I forgot to read through it properly and kinda went offscript with some of it sorryy) 😭😭

Summary: Lottie tries her best to comfort you in a stressful situation

Warnings: not proofread, kinda short, modern au, tooth rotting fluff

"Fuck" you mutter as you sit up, rubbing your eyes as you look down at the cluttered desk where you accidentally fell asleep for a few minutes, once again.

You look down at your stuff and sigh, tired of all the studying you have been doing for the last few weeks to make sure you'll ace your upcoming exam.

As you sort through the multiple stacks of paper and pencils your phone suddenly vibrates in your pocket, effectively breaking you out of your trance.

'Hey can I come over? Soccer practice just finished 😎⚽' - lottie the loser🤓💕

The notification lights up, making you giggle tiredly as you see the message from your girlfriend. You hadn't really spent too much time together lately, usually clinging onto each other 24/7, but ever since your exams had started you had been locked up in your room revising everything you had learned for much more time than needed.

You quickly go to answer, your happiness sucked out of you as you look down at your work again and remember you still have stuff you haven't gone through as throughly as you would have wanted.

'I'm sorry Lottie but I don't think I have time for that rn, too busy studying ☹️💔' - you

You respond before putting your phone down, focusing once again on your work.

After about an hour you decide it's time for a well deserved break and stand up from your desk, swaying slightly from the exhaustion weighing down your body before collapsing right into bed thinking a thirty minute nap wouldn't hurt.

DING

You shoot up from bed, wondering who could have just rang the doorbell as your parents weren't expected home from their date until late that evening and the only other person who you had talked to was Lottie, who you specifically told not to come.

DING DING DING

Comes from down stairs once again and you throw your blanket off of you, a tiny bit pissed off that somebody decided to disturb the little time of rest you had set off for yourself.

A few long seconds go by before your hand wraps around the handle to your front door, opening up to whoever interrupted you.

"Hi baby!!" Your girlfriend excitedly says as you open the door for her, stepping into your house before you can even utter a word.

"Now I know you said not to come over, but we haven't hung out in so long and I miss youu" Lottie pouts, shrugging off her backpack before wrapping her long arms around you.

"I miss you too Lot, it's just that I have to nail this exam to pass my final grade" you sigh again, feeling miserable about rejecting her as you pull away.

"Come on y/n, I haven't seen you looking up from your notes in WEEKS, you look exhausted and you need to rest. " Lottie responds with a mildly stern voice as she tries to hide her sadness.

"It's just a couple more weeks, I'll be fine! There's no need to worry about me" you try to reassure her.

"I have to get into this school Lot, It's where my parents always wanted me to go, and I don't want to disappoint them.." You continue, suddenly somber as you try to contain an overwhelming gush of emotions.

"You have nothing to worry about y/n, I know you, you're probably going to do better than anyone else ok? So let's take a little break together, it will probably be easier to study after you've slept a bit" Lottie says gently and lifts her hand up towards your face to brush over your cheek gently in an attempt to comfort you.

Quickly accepting defeat you lean into her, too exhausted to argue as you let yourself relax properly for the first time in a while. "Well I was planning to take a tiny break anyways, but no longer than an hour, ok?" you muster a small smile and playfully poke Lottie.

"Ok then, go lay down in your bed, I'll be right there" Your wonderful girlfriend gushes and hurries to her backpack as you start walking towards your room.

10 minutes go by with no sign of Lottie before you start to get to get suspicious. You're about to get up to check if she left when she walks through the doorframe with a tray in her hands, balancing two steaming cups of tea, two blueberry muffins (from your favorite cafe) and a bowl of fresh fruit while looking extremely proud of herself.

"Oh gosh, you didn't have to do all of this Lot" you let out a surprised laugh making the girl opposite of you grin even wider, her tiny fangs showing.

"Of course I did, I love you" She puts the tray down in your lap and snuggles up close to you. "And I'll always take care of you, okay? So if you ever feel this much pressure and stress again just come to me and I'll help you in any way possible" she peppers your cheek with kisses and wraps her arm around you affectionately, using the other hand to turn on the tv.

What feels like hours go by as you relax together, enjoying the peace as a movie plays.

You end up laying in Lotties lap as her hands soothingly brushes through your hair, her head coming down to kiss you once in a while as she explains that your lips are so addicting that she'll never get enough of them.

And then before you know it the tray is set aside and you lay down, your back pressed against Lotties front as she whispers sweet nothings in your ear.

"I love you Lot" you whisper tiredly, your slightly slurred words making her chuckle as she kisses you all over.

"I love you too baby, I'll wake you up in the morning, you need some proper sleep" she whispers back as all your thoughts drift away, the last thing you feel being Lottie shifting one last time to kiss your forehead before she slowly begins falling asleep too, her heart beating steadily as she listens to your calm breath with a small smile on her face, happy that she managed to make you feel better.

a/n: so sorry idk anything about how american high schools or college's work so Idrk how they do exams either 😍

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allthelovehes · 24 days

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Field Day Reunion

Summary: Harry agrees to volunteer at his son's school and he is surprised to see the teacher is his long-lost high school girlfriend.

Pairing: Singledad!Harry x Teacher!Y/N

Word count: 3.2K

Warnings: None, this is pure fluff.

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A/N: Just a fluffy little one shot about Harry reuniting with his high school lover. Let me know if you want a part two because I can totally see that happening!

As Charlie comes home from school with a piece of paper in hand, asking for volunteers to visit a local farm, Harry is eager to sign up. His 4-year-old is currently learning all about farm animals, so it seems like the perfect opportunity to see his enthusiasm first-hand.

Harry is a single parent to Charlie, and while parenthood is far from easy, he's found himself becoming an avid learner in the art of parenting as his son is growing up. The last year especially, since his girlfriend had left them both in the dust and moved away.

But while Harry's been focused on his son and their life at home, Charlie's growing up and becoming his own little person. He's also learning more about the world and how people fit into it, and Harry thinks that volunteering at his school is a perfect example of that.

And so, Harry fills out the permission slip and sends it back to Charlie's teacher.

Charlie is very excited when Harry tells him about the trip, and even though he's still very young, Harry can tell he's already forming his own ideas about the kind of person he wants to be. And that means the world to Harry. It's one thing for him to shape his son, but he's determined to give Charlie a voice, as well.

Later that week, Charlie is sent home from school with another letter. One that explains how the class will be visiting the farm, what the schedule will be like and what exactly they need help with from the volunteering parents. With this insight, Harry has a much better understanding of the day, and can teach Charlie about things he might see. Teaching him new words and showing him the pictures in the books that Harry has at home.

On the morning of the trip, Charlie is a bundle of excited nerves. He's practically vibrating as Harry helps him get dressed, and when Harry makes sure he's got his raincoat, he almost bursts.

“It's not going to rain, daddy.”

“Oh yeah? Then what's that.” Harry asks, pointing out the window where the clouds are hanging low and grey.

“It's not gonna rain” Charlie states again. “Promise” Harry huffs out a laugh because of course, the boy is going to be stubborn today

“Okay, little man. We'll see.” As they get ready to leave, Harry puts a light jacket on and grabs an umbrella. When Charlie notices, he pouts, making his father chuckle.

Harry is supposed to drive to school first so a few more kids can fit in the car, and then drive them all to the farm together. Charlie is excited to sit in the front, which gives him a perfect view of the sky and a chance to show Harry how wrong he is.

He's quiet for a while, just staring out the window, but Harry doesn't pay too much attention. He's too focused on the road and making sure the other kids are safe. But soon, the clouds part and the sun shines through.

“See? Told ya.” Charlie grins. Harry hums and nods.

“I suppose you did.”

Harry parks his car on the school grounds. They walk towards Charlie's classroom and when the door opens, Harry sees a young woman standing in the middle of the room, facing away from him. If he remembers correctly, his son's teacher used to be in her fifties, so who is this woman?

“Char? Did you get a new teacher” Harry asks his son as he puts his coat away, but Charlie shrugs.

“No. Miss Green is gone. This is Miss Y/L/N.” Charlie answers, pointing to the woman. At the sound of his son's voice, she turns around and Harry can finally see her face. She locks eyes with him and it feels like time stops.

“Y/N” Harry asks confused, his heart beating faster. She looks exactly the same as she did all those years ago, the only difference being the hair length and a few laugh lines on her face.

“Harry. Hi. Um... I wasn't expecting to see you here.” She says. Her voice sounds a little strained.

“Well, I wasn't expecting to see you either.” Harry chuckles. “How... are you? I didn't know you were a teacher.”

“Oh, I just started this year. And I'm doing great. How are you?” She smiles. It's a little awkward, but it's real.

“Good, good.” He smiles back, scratching the back of his neck. Y/N used to be his girlfriend in high school, until they broke up because of college. They've only seen each other a couple of times since then, mostly when their paths crossed in their hometown. He always knew he loved her, but as they grew older, the distance between them had grown too, and now they're basically strangers.

“Daddy, are you okay?” Charlie tugs on his jacket, looking up at him. Harry blinks and shakes his head a little.

“Yeah, yeah, I'm good, little man.” Harry says and runs a hand through his son's curls.

“Daddy?” Y/N asks, sounding amused. Harry can feel the blush spreading on his cheeks.

“Uh, yeah. Charlie is my son.” He tells her, putting a hand on the boy's shoulder.

“He's a lucky kid to have you, Harry.” Y/N smiles, and for a second, he's a teenage boy again, completely infatuated with her.

“Thank you.” Harry clears his throat.

“Are you ready to go to the farm, Charlie?” She asks, kneeling in front of the boy.

“Yep! Can we see the horses?” He asks excitedly, jumping a little. Y/N giggles.

“There aren't going to be any horses on the farm we're going to today, but I'm sure we can find a different animal. Okay?”

“Okay.”

Harry is a bit distracted for the rest of the day, and Y/N's eyes keep meeting his over the children's heads, making him blush and smile. He can't believe she's back in his life, and a teacher no less. He really hopes he'll see her more often, now that his boy is in her class.

“Okay kids, gather 'round!” Y/N calls as she stands in front of the pigpen. Charlie and his friends hurry over, giggling and talking excitedly. “Can you all say 'hello' to the pigs?” The children repeat her words, and she gives them all a warm smile. “Great job! Now, if you all take a step closer, you'll be able to pet the pigs. Remember to be gentle, okay?”

Harry can't believe his ears. Y/N was never a fan of animals, especially when they were close to her. Yet here she is, standing in the middle of the mud, smiling and laughing. It warms his heart to see her so fond of the kids.

As the kids pet the pigs, Harry steps next to Y/N, who smiles and waves.

“This is incredible, Y/N. I can't believe you're doing this.” Harry laughs.

“Yeah, it was a little weird at first, but the kids seem to love it. It's nice to see them all together and have fun.” She admits. “And it's also a great learning experience.”

“It really is. I don't think Charlie will be able to talk about anything else but pigs for the next few days.”

“It's great though, isn't it? Their little minds are constantly absorbing information and figuring out how the world works.”

“Yeah.” Harry smiles and nods, looking at his son, who's happily petting the pig with a huge smile on his face.

“Okay guys, I think it's time for lunch. Can we all thank the pigs?” She calls and the kids cheer.

“Thank you, pig.”

“Thank you, piggy!”

“Thanks, pig.”

They all wave at the pig and walk towards the picnic area, where a couple of parents are setting up the food. Y/N instructs the kids to wash their hands, and they all run to the bathrooms. Harry joins her, and they fall into a comfortable silence as they wait for the children.

“I'm really happy to see you again, Harry.” She admits, glancing at him from the corner of her eye.

“Me too, Y/N. It's been a long time.” He nods.

“Yeah.” She says, but doesn't elaborate. There's so much Harry wants to say to her, but the kids are coming back and he knows it's not the right time. He'll just have to find another opportunity.

Lunch is a fun affair, filled with laughter and the occasional mess. Afterwards, the kids play in the meadow for a while before heading back to the farm building.

“Okay, let's all sit down on the floor and I'll tell you a story about the farm.” Y/N instructs, and the kids all follow her. Harry sits with the parents, keeping an eye on his son and watching the woman he used to love.

Y/N talks to the kids about how the farm started, who built it, and what happened over the years. She has a way with words, and the children are hanging on to every word she says. After the story, they head over to the goat pen and watch as the baby goats jump around, chasing each other and bleating.

“Daddy, can we get a goat?” Charlie asks.

“Maybe, buddy. But I don't think we'd have a place to keep one.” Harry replies.

“Aww, but it's so cute.” Charlie whines, and Y/N can't help but chuckle as she picks up on their conversation.

“It is very cute. But maybe you can come here and see the goats, instead.” She suggests. Charlie nods and smiles, he walks back to the adorable creatures.

“Thanks, you just saved me there.” Harry laughs.

“Don't mention it. I'm glad I could help.”

“So, um... Charlie's mom. How's she doing?” Y/N asks, and he can see the hesitation on her face.

“Oh. She's fine, I think. We haven't seen each other since she left.” Harry answers.

“Sorry, I didn't mean to pry. I was just curious.” She says, wringing her hands together.

“No, no, it's okay. I just didn't expect it.”

“Oh. Well, that's good.”

“Yeah.” He smiles. They look at each other for a moment before someone calls for Y/N, and they're pulled out of the moment.

The rest of the day passes quickly. There are many games and activities for the kids to try out, and lots of running around and laughing. Charlie is completely worn out when it's time to go, and he falls asleep in the car.

When Harry pulls up to the school, he lets the other kids out of his car so they can go home but makes sure to let Charlie have his nap.

“Thanks, Harry.” Y/N says as she walks up to him.

“For what?” He asks.

“For being such a great dad and helping me out. I had a lot of fun today.” She explains, smiling at him.

“Anytime, Y/N.” He replies, giving her a small smile back. They look at each other for a while, both hesitant.

“Well, I better get going. See you around!” She asks.

“Definitely. See you.”

With that, Y/N walks away and Harry gets into his car. As Harry watches her go, he can't help but wonder what the future will bring and he realises he's not wanting to wait for it all to happen. He quickly opens the door and calls her name, stopping her in her tracks.

“Yes?” She asks, confused.

“Can I please have your phone number? I'd love to catch up.”

“Oh, yes. Of course.” She says, pulling her phone out and giving him the number.

“Great. Thanks.”

“Sure thing. Have a nice evening, Harry.”

“You too, Y/N.”

He watches as she walks away, feeling a sense of calm wash over him. It's like he's found something he didn't even know was missing, and he can't wait to explore the possibilities with her. ***

Ever since the field trip when Harry would drop Charlie off at school, he can't stop thinking about Y/N. She's always been on his mind, but this time, it's different. Now that they've reconnected, Harry can't help but notice everything about her. The way she smiles, the way she laughs, and the way her eyes sparkle.

He hasn't dated since Charlie's mother left. He was too busy raising his son and working, and it wasn't really a priority. But now, as he watches Y/N interact with his boy, he can't help but want more. He wants her, and he's not sure what to do about it.

One afternoon, as Harry is waiting in the parking lot after picking up Charlie, Y/N approaches his car. She gives him a small wave and a smile, and he quickly gets out of the car.

“Hi.” She greets him, a slight blush on her cheeks.

“Hey. What's up?” He asks, leaning against the car.

“Um, I was wondering if you'd like to grab a coffee with me? You asked for my number but never called, so I thought I'd ask you in person.” She asks, her voice laced with nervousness.

“Oh, yeah. I'm sorry, I've been... I got kinda nervous.” He admits.

“Really?” She asks, her eyebrows raised in surprise.

“Yeah.” He says. He doesn't explain himself further, and they just stand there, looking at each other for a minute. “Let's change the coffee for dinner and you've got yourself a deal.” He smirks, making her laugh.

“Deal.”

They agree on a time and place and then Y/N leaves, her smile growing wider with each step she takes. Harry watches her, his heart beating faster with every passing second. As he's driving home, Harry can't stop smiling. He's finally going on a date with the woman of his dreams.

He decides to make an effort and dresses up a little, putting on a nice pair of jeans and a shirt. It's not much, but it's more than he usually wears. He even brushes his hair. When he's done, he goes into the living room and finds Charlie sitting on the couch, watching TV.

“Hey, little man. Are you hungry?” Harry asks. Charlie shakes his head. “Are you sure? I'm going out for dinner and I can pick something up for you on the way home.”

“Can I come?” Charlie asks, looking up at his father with big, puppy eyes.

“Oh, um... Maybe next time, buddy. Grandma is coming over to watch you. This is kind of an adult thing.”

“What is it?”

“I'm having dinner with a friend.” Harry explains. Charlie frowns, and his brows furrows in concentration.

“Do I know her?” He asks, his voice curious.

“Yes, you do. But you can meet her another time, okay?”

“Okay.” Charlie says, seemingly satisfied with the answer. “Daddy?”

“Yes, little man?”

“Do you have a girlfriend?” He asks, tilting his head to the side. Harry almost chokes on the air, his eyes going wide.

“What?” He manages to squeak out.

“I heard the other kids talk about it at school. They said you're supposed to have dinner with your girlfriend.” Charlie explains.

“Oh. Well, no, buddy. I don't have a girlfriend.” Harry says. “Not yet.” He adds, thinking about Y/N.

“Oh. Okay.”

Charlie's questions stop and they sit in silence until his grandmother comes. Once Anne arrives, Harry leaves the house, and heads towards the restaurant. The place is busy, but not packed, and Harry manages to find a table easily. He orders a drink and sits down, his leg bouncing nervously. He's not sure why he's so anxious, it's just dinner with an old friend. He has no reason to be worried.

Y/N shows up a few minutes later, and when their eyes meet, she smiles. She looks beautiful, her hair loose and a soft dress hugging her curves. Harry feels his heart rate speed up.

“Hi.” She greets him as she approaches the table.

“Hey.” He smiles, getting up to hug her. “You look gorgeous.”

“Thank you. You look good too.” She blushes.

“Thank you.”

They order food and talk about anything and everything. They talk about the past and how they've changed over the years. They talk about the present and their jobs, their likes and dislikes. They also talk about the future and their hopes and dreams. It's a nice, easy conversation, and Harry is glad she had the guts to ask him on a date.

After they finish eating, they go for a walk, taking in the fresh air and talking about the most random things. Y/N talks about the kids and the crazy stories she's heard and Harry laughs at her tales, especially when she imitates their voices. He can't believe how easily they fall back into a rhythm, and he finds himself hoping this will continue.

After their walk, they go back to his car, and Harry drives her home as she took the bus on the way here. He parks outside her apartment building and they sit in the car, neither of them knowing what to say.

“Well, I had a really nice time tonight, Harry.” Y/N breaks the silence.

“Me too.” He says, a soft smile on his lips. “I'm glad you asked me out.”

“So am I.” She says.

They sit there for a few moments, just looking at each other before Harry finally pulls her cheek to the side so their eyes meet. They lean in slowly, their lips almost touching.

“Thank you again for a wonderful evening, Harry.” Y/N whispers.

“It was my pleasure.” He replies, his voice low and husky.

Their lips meet, and a fire ignites within him. They kiss deeply and passionately, his hands exploring her body. She moans into his mouth, her fingers tangling in his hair. Harry knows he shouldn't do this, not on the first date, but he can't help himself. He needs her. They kiss until their lungs scream for air, and they have to break apart. They stare at each other, both panting.

“Wow.” Y/N whispers, licking her lips.

“Yeah.” He replies, his heart racing. “I'm sorry, I didn't mean to-.“

“No, it's okay. I wanted this too.” She interrupts, a soft smile on her face. “Can I ask you something?”

“Sure.”

“How do you feel about dating with Charlie around? I can imagine it's not easy, especially since he's only four.”

“Well, I've never dated anyone, so I'm not sure.” Harry shrugs. “But I can't stop thinking about you.” He adds, looking into her eyes.

“Really?” She asks, surprised.

“Yes. I've been thinking about you ever since I saw you again.”

“Me too.”

They lean in again, their lips meeting once more. They kiss until their bodies ache and their lungs burn, and then they part. Harry can't believe he's doing this, but he knows it's right.

“Let's just take things slow.” He says, his voice husky.

“Okay.” Y/N smiles.

They kiss one last time before saying their goodbyes. As Harry watches her go, he can't help but smile. He's not sure where this will lead, but he can't wait to find out.

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quickiesgirl · 2 years

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Better Than Playboy - Robin Buckley

Paring: Robin Buckley x Fem!Reader

Warning: 18+, Smut, Sub/Dom, Nude Photos, Mentions Of Playboy Porno Mags, Car Sex, Oral Sex, Vaginal Fingering, Face Fucking, My Shitty Ass Writing.

Robin's foot anxiously tapped against the floorboard of Steve Harrington’s car as he drove the three of you back to their shared apartment.

Her short brown hair fell into the sides of her face as she stared down, covering the tasteful nudes that she hid between her thighs, flustered from the sight.

Robin's collection of Playboy porno magazines is what gave you the idea to surprise your girlfriend with some seductive polaroids, taking inspiration from your favorite women.

Moments before, you could hear the small, neatly wrapped paper slightly crumble from behind you as she subtly tried to open your little gift in the backseat, listening to a subtle grunt escape her lips once finding the hand-taken photos inside.

You were modeling some sexy lingerie that she had never seen you in before. It was an open-cup bra and a see-through thong set, bondage-style in her favorite color, red.

It looked like you were a centerfold model with those perky titties bulging out and your bushy pubes revealing through the thin material, a matching red choker wrapped around your neck with a metal heart dangling from the bottom.

Robin was mesmerized, but one she just couldn’t keep her eyes off. In the picture, your thighs were spread open in some matching crotchless panties, exposing your glistening pussy with the words “Wet for you <3” written on the bottom in red marker.

She was practically drooling onto the seat, and wouldn't even be surprised if a puddle of arousal was soaking through her blue jeans. Your pussy was really gonna get some attention tonight for giving her such a perfect present.

Throughout the drive, you knew she was becoming more and more impatient the closer you got to the apartment. She needed to be alone with you, to touch you, to taste you in that very moment.

“Uh, Steve?” Robin questioned, leaning in close and wrapping her arms around the back of your headrest as the three of you parked outside the apartment. He glanced over his shoulder at his bestfriend and unbuckled himself, “Yeah?”

“Would you mind giving Y/n and me a minute?”

Steve glanced between the two of you and nodded without a single clue of what was about to happen. “Sure, I’ll be inside.”

You watched Steve exit the car and head straight into their apartment, leaving the two of you finally alone together at last.

You eyed the polaroids that she slipped into the front pocket of her brown flannel and frowned. “You were supposed to wait until later to open that, Robs!”

“Yeah, I know, I know... Just couldn’t help myself. Now, get your pretty ass back here and let me suck on that pretty pussy I’ve been staring at!”

A grin spread across your face. You could never be mad at Robin, especially, when she talked dirty. You crawled into the backseat and didn’t wait to plop your ass down into your girlfriend's warm lap, making her blushingly smile.

She pushed some hair behind your ear and buried her face into your inner neck, sensually kissing as her hands gave your ass cheeks gentle squeezes. You tilted your head to the side and lightly moaned. “W-what did you think of the pictures?”

“Mh- are you really asking me that right now?” Robin joked as you gently pushed your palm into her shoulder and playfully whined, “Robs, come on, I wanna know!”

Your words made a giggle vibrate her lips as she intentionally suckled your sweet spots a bit rougher than normal, knowing just how to make you sing with pleasure, putting the two of you at a bigger risk of getting caught.

Her strong arms wrapped around your waist and slowly laid you across the backseat, muttering between lustful kisses down your body, “Those photos, princess, were the hottest things I’ve ever seen in my entire life.”

You mischievously smiled, “Better than all your playboy magazines?”

“Oh, fuck yeah, those women could never compete with my girl!” She said proudly, making your cheeks warm up lustfully.

Robin opened your legs apart and unbuttoned your jeans, practically ripping your pants off in excitement, ogling those see-through, cherry-red thongs. The sight made her pussy clench around nothing, and that yearning desire to please grew bigger.

“Fuck- was my good girl really playing with herself throughout your little photoshoot?” She asked, hand cupping your clothed core feeling heat radiate into the palm of her hand.

“Y-yes, I fucked myself t-to the thought of you touching me,” You said with a needy moan as you shoved your cunt into her hand, watching her blue eyes darken from the sight, “a-and eating me out.”

“Aw, all your sweet talk’s gonna make me take goood care of this pussy.” Robin smirked softly, slowly sliding your panties down before moving down and burying her face between your thighs.

There you were, spread out in the backseat, completely disrespecting your best friend, Steve Haringinton’s beloved BMW.

Robin's hands ran up your heated body, taking handfuls of your soft breasts as she rapidly flicked your clit with her tongue that knew just what to do.

You arched your head back against the window and reached your hands down to grip her soft, brown locks, pulling her face closer, as you practicaly fucked yourself against her long, wet, wiggling tongue, making moans so loud that the neighbors could probably hear.

At any other time you know Robin would have held your hips down and given you a little growl demanding you to stay still, but, you two were so desperate that she gave you a one-time pass, plus you looked fucking beautiful as she gazed up at you and watched you use her for your pleasure.

Robin’s saliva dripped down your heated core, which she used as lube to slip two fingers inside your neglected cunt, and coiled back against your g-spot.

“Mh fuck Robin, y-you’re gonna make me cum all over that pretty face!” You moaned, feeling your hot clit throb and pussy squeezed around her as she didn't let off, feeling your hips spasm against her before her fingers were coated in your warm, milky arousal, working you through your orgasm.

You felt like you were on a cloud of euphoria as you gazed down at your girlfriend with cum glistening across her pretty lips and chin, smiling ear to ear.

“You're so beautiful after you’ve cum,” Robin said in admiration, washing your body in little sweet kisses and caressing your thighs while you came down from your high, “Maybe next time, I’ll catch you orgasming, and make a little scrapbook of your sexy photos.”

“You better get my good side.” You teased, giving her a playful wink that made her grin as she leaned in close and connected her lips to yours for a sloppy, pussy tasting kiss.

Her hand ran down your waist, and position her fingertips to your clitoris that was coated in a mix of cum and saliva, the perfect lube that made her glide across your swollen bud with ease.

Your thighs lightly trembled beneath her, and your lips tugged away instantly as you threw your head back from the sudden sensitivity that rushed through your body.

Robin never felt sympathetic when you became her sensitive baby girl because she knew you could go all fucking night.

“Up for round two? Or does my sweet girl not wanna get caught by Steve?”

“Mh- I-I think I’m willing to push our luck.” You breathly said, pushing your pelvis up into her hand, making her smirk, “That's my girl...”

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klausysworld · 1 year

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Hi lovie! I love your writing :) Keep it up

Can I request a Klaus fic?

The reader has an examination tomorrow, She is very stressed and seeing this Klaus promises her that he will ease the tension, something like this!

Thanks💁🏼‍♀️❤️✨

Stop Stressing

I had a very important exam tomorrow, I had tried studying for weeks but at the same time I sort of ended up leaving the most important revision till last minute so now i was sat with my head in my knees, my arms hugging yourself and surrounded by different research notes and textbooks. Whimpers shook my body due to my exhaustion as i tried to get my mind to focus on the topic at hand.

Klaus rushed up the stairs and towards the sound of my cries, his heart ached at the thought of my being harmed

“y/n sweetheart what’s wrong?” he carefully moved the papers and books to the side and scooped me up in him arms

“i have so much i have to do and i have no time! i’ve been here for fucking ages!” i sobbed in a blur of words

“sh sh sh, it’s not even dinner time yet love, you have so much time. Lets take a break hm? i could…help ease the tension…then we could have a nap and order takeout?” i sighed and shook your head

“you don’t understand it’s a major test, i fail this and im fucked like fucked Klaus fucked!” his eyes darkened as he watched my arms fly about during my rant

“yes love you will be very much fucked if you continue with such language” i gulped and felt my face heat up continued to shake my head

“Klaus im serious…i can’t just play around right now i have too much to do, just try understand?” he didn’t seem very impressed by this response

“the only thing i understand is that my girl is in a pool of her own tears against my chest and is in some desperate need of a relief, you need to calm down, you’ll study much better once you’re relaxed, well rested and properly fed” i nodded a little and buried my face into his chest

“i love you, thank you for being with me” he kissed the top of my head and carried me to his bed letting me drop onto the middle. I sat up on my elbows and watched as he striped down until he was completely nude.

“you’re very proud of yourself aren’t you?” he laughed as he sauntered over in a dramatically seductive manner

“how could i not be? now let’s remove some of your clothes…” he climbed on top of me and slid the t-shirt over my head and threw it across my room. i put my hands on my torso and tried to relax as he continued to strip my jeans underwear and socks

“you know i think it’s actually you who’s really needy and you’re trying to trick me into thinking i need a stress relief” he hummed and spread my legs apart, he rubbed up my thighs and then blew over my heat making me jolt and sit up a bit to see what he was doing

“i don’t know love with the way you’re responding i would say you are very much needy” before i could respond his lips were on my clit giving it a firm kiss making me gasp and grip onto the sheets either side of me

“oh she’s just so sensitive hm?” i let my body fall back to i was lead flat as he swirled his tongue around me slowly, he gently flicked at my nerves and traced my entrance with his middle finger

“i think, you could just cum from me playing with our little pearl don’t you?” i moaned out as i nodded

“please klaus, keep touching please” he smirked and continued his fun. His fingers sat just above my clit rubbing little circles while his tongue sucked and licked it mercilessly, the pressure and movements had my legs shaking around his head, my hands practically clawing at the bed, my back fully arched as the burning fire built inside me. My eyes were shut tight as i released a high pitched whine

“look at me” he spoke still sucking making my clit throb at the vibrations as i forced my eyes open to look at him. His eyes shone gold with veins spread underneath while he looked straight back at me. I gasped a moan and close my legs around him, he let me squeeze head as i brought him closer, he hummed against me making me moan embarrassingly loud. He hummed again while sucking, his fingers rubbing me faster, the overwhelming tension inside me snapped and the ecstasy took over. I cried out and my nails ripped the sheets, tears of pleasure leaking down my face while he licked me clean making sure to give extra swiped to my most sensitive spot

He sat back up on his knees and pet my legs that were now clamped shut

“you, my love, make sounds that rival a pornstar” he smirked as i threw an arm over my face to hide my embarrassment. He chuckled and grabbed ahold on my thighs and held them apart against the mattress

“what…What are you doing?“ i panted and wriggled around to sit up back he put a hand on my stomach and pushed to keep me down

“stop moving, i’m helping” i didn’t get to question him before his mouth was back on my hot center, the stimulation making me whimper and my hands found his hair, i half attempted to put him off of me

“gentle klaus, it’s too much” i whispered, he breathed an apology and then kitten licked my folds, he brought the wetness up to my clit and lightly pressed against it, his tongue went flat and let me guide his head back and forth, the bliss building at a more gradual pace rather than a forced orgasm.

I continued rocking my hips while also moving his head when he slipped a finger inside of me, i began breathing heavier when he added a second, he let them curl hitting as many spots as he could inside me as i called out his name.

“one more” i mumbled and he complied adding another finger pumping them inside me, my moans drowned out the wet sound as his knuckles met my entrance, his tongue now moved faster against my clit and he grunted against me. It was then that i took a look at him and saw his spare hand stroking his hard cock, pre cum dripped down him and he used it to keep rubbing himself. I gripped his hair tighter pushing his face further into me as i continued to watch him please himself at the same time as my own orgasm started to explode from within me. I saw him twitch in his hand as i clenched around his fingers tightly. We both panted out moans as we finished

“my god” i muttered as my body relaxed into the bed

“i prefer devil love but it’s a compliment all the same i suppose” i rolled my eyed and huffed out a laugh as i sat up properly since he had finished cleaning me

“do you still need to…” i trailed off as i glanced down between his thighs but a blanket covered him. He shifted to wrap it around his waste

“no love i’m all good, come on it’s sleepy time for you” he smiled and slid some sleep pants on himself and then a pare of boxers and his top on me, he grabbed some blankets and pulled them over us. i snuggled into his body heat as he kissed my hair

“are you sure you’re okay?” i whispered

“i’m more than okay, you look so gorgeous right now. close your eyes sweetheart ill be here when you wake, we’ll grab something to eat and then ill help you work okay?”

“can i have you inside me after?”

“of course you can, it’ll be a reward for your good work hm?”

i nodded and smiled as i traced his tattoo

“i love you”

“i love you too”

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hailsatanacab · 1 year

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DPxTheOffice

"He's gonna sell it all 'cause he's Danny Phantom"

that's so fucking funny, i hate how much i love this!! i have made it way too long, rip to my five sentence rule - there's such a goldmine of content here lmao

👻

"I'd say it's been going on for... about a month now?"

"Two months," Sam interrupts. "It started just after your parents came in, remember?"

"Oh, Ancients, yeah, them. I can't believe I forgot that."

"Yeah, dude, it's thanks to them that this all started!" Tucker's practically vibrating in his chair, far too cheerful about the whole thing.

"Yeah," Danny sighs, looking directly into the camera. "Thank you, Mom and Dad. Thank you very much."

"Danny's parents are ghost hunters, which, as you can imagine, got Michael very excited. And very into ghosts. He accused Meredith of haunting him the other day, now he keeps spraying her with holy water and yelling 'Begone, foul spectre!' He's really taken a liking to Danny's parents."

"Can't imagine why."

"Yeah, and then—then—" Tucker dissolves into laughter, wheezing as he tries to catch his breath. "Then he brings in that personal trainer! In her yoga pants and crop top, with a pilates ball and everything! Sends her over to—to see Meredith, and then—oh Ancients—then when the woman leaves and Meredith is still there, he locks himself in his office and blasts the Lord's Prayer!"

"We think he mispelt exorcist. Hired someone in exercise instead."

"Exorcists are all phoney, anyway! And PTs are only slightly less phoney, so make sure you do your research and get someone that actually knows what they're doing before you commit, kids." Danny says, pointing down the camera. "That's how I got so jacked."

Both Sam and Tucker share a look before bursting into even more laughter. With a soft smack on his arm, Sam can't help but tease, "Please, you're 5'4" and look like you'd break your arm if you ever picked up a ream of paper. No wonder your sales are so low."

"Wow, that's so rude. I can't believe you'd do me like that. I'm 5'4 and a half, thank you."

"That's right, babe, and we love you for it."

Their laughter peters out and the trio slowly pull themselves upright in their chairs, remembering the cameras and the story they're meant to be telling.

"Honestly, thanks to these guys, the past few weeks have been a nightmare."

"Now who's being rude? At least this is one of those fun nightmares that you can laugh about later."

"Nope, this is a normal nightmare that everytime you think you've woken up from, you get back to work and see your boss dressed up in a hazmat suit that your parents sent him and realise that actually, maybe the real nightmare was the work colleagues you made along the way."

"Oh. Yeah, that sounds about right, sorry, Danny."

Tucker puts him on the shoulder and stays silent for a grand total of five seconds before turning back to the camera with an ecstatic grin on his face and a deep breath.

"Anyway, everytime one of us goes into Michael's office, we sneak something off his desk and blame ghosts. Sam's hidden some speakers in the ceiling that play recordings of her crying on a timer."

"I should have been an actor. I also got some of the warehouse guys in on it, so everytime Michael goes down there they'll throw a box or two around and make some ghostly moans. Didn't even ask why, they just agreed."

Sam's back to looking very proud of herself. Danny's back to cradling his head in his hands.

"Is that why Boxy's been about lately? Guys, seriously? I need to sleep!"

The only answer he gets is a shrug as Tucker turns back to the camera.

"Oh, and I've also installed a script on his computer so that whenever he types the word 'ghosts'—or 'goats', again, he's not really great at typing—his screen starts getting all staticky and closes down. He shrieks everytime, it's so funny!"

"I wonder if he'll go with a different PT to exercise his office next?"

"We should suggest P90X—your office ghost free in three months or your money back!"

Sam and Tucker are both burst into laughter, sinking deeper into their chairs as Danny just shakes his head. It takes a solid minute for the two to calm down, and more than one pointed question from the producer to get them back on track.

"Where's it going? Does it really have to go anywhere? Can't the joy of the bit be destination enough?"

"I wish it would go away," Danny groans, still not lifting his head. "I get enough of ghost hunting in my free time, I don't need it here, too."

"I've changed Danny's employee file to list him as deceased just to see how long it takes Michael to notice."

"Seriously? Tucker, really? That's—"

"Genius, Tuck. And then we can be all: 'Michael, what are you on about? Danny's been dead for three years!' I can't wait to see his face!"

"You guys know that Dwight's going to actually try to end me if he finds out, right? Pretty sure Dad slipped him a Fenton blaster before he left."

"You know what they say," Tucker says, grinning directly down the camera, "'Gaslight, Ghost them, Get pranked, boss!'"

#danny phantom #danny phantom crossover #dpxthe office #fuck you andy #this was so funny #was going to go with the classic stapler in the jello prank #and just keep it small #but what can i say the spirit of pranking just overtook me and i became a vessel in this dumb little ficlet #thank you for the suggestion!! it was very fun ^^#i knew i wouldn't be sticking to five sentences but like damn. i didn't even try #didn't even get close with this one smh #this is mainly just dialogue and i don't apologise for that. love dialogue

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Fluffy Feb Day 19- Vacation

Warnings: established relationship, some BAU dynamics, mentions of Aaron working a lot

Pairing: Hotch x blank slate Fem!Reader (no use of y/n)

Word Count: 1058

Ever since you and Aaron got engaged, you’ve practically been on your knees begging for the two of you to take a trip somewhere. Aaron’s answer has always been the same; he needs to work, and he certainly can’t afford to take a week or two off. And even if he could swing it with the higher-ups, his last vacation period ended abruptly, with everyone being brought in for a case after a mere couple of days.

“We just don’t have the time for it,” he said, brown eyes full of guilt and apology. “I never have more than a weekend, sweetheart. I’m sorry.”

He’s sorry, and he’s unable to go, but he’s also your fiance and you know him well enough to know that he’s probably got weeks of vacation time racked up at the Bureau due to how long he’s been there and his inability to take time off.

That’s what kickstarts it in your mind, what makes you call Derek Morgan one Monday evening once Emily has confirmed that everyone has left work for the night already except Aaron and that she’s on her way out, too.

Derek is understanding, and listens to your complaints for what must be upwards of half an hour- it’s not the social call you meant for it to be, but your frustration has bubbled to the surface and you can’t keep pushing it back. You never want to make Aaron feel worse than he already does by complaining, but Derek coaxes you to speak your mind until you’re on the verge of tears and confessing that you don’t know if you’ll ever have more than a weekend with Aaron, even after you’re married.

Your fiance’s unit is made up of some of the most quick-thinking minds in the FBI, so it shouldn’t come as a surprise to you when Derek makes a suggestion. You were hoping for ideas, support, something. Luckily, you strike gold when Derek tells you that he was once trained for Aaron’s job in the case of any emergencies.

You fly into action, contacting everyone on his team individually and even paying a visit to his Section Chief. That was the scariest part; Erin Strauss eyeing you over the papers you had handed her and asking, “And Aaron approved this?”

No, no he didn’t, but he probably would if you told him so you just smile and nod and cross your fingers that she won’t say a word to him about it.

Your plan takes effect the next weekend. Aaron gets home late Friday evening, kisses you as he sets down his briefcase and then puts his gun in the safe. “How was your day?” You ask, fingers curled around a glass of red wine as he takes off his jacket.

“Good. There must be some kind of slump; it’s been all paperwork this week, thank god.” He joins you on the couch a moment later, scotch in hand. “I’m worried about Erin, though. I think she’s going back to rehab.”

You frown at that, sitting up to face him. “What? Did she say something?”

Aaron grimaces and brings his glass to his lips, taking a slow sip before he answers. “Not in so many words. I told her that I’d see her Monday, and she said she’d see me ‘soon’. I think she’s going to be leaving, and I don’t know when she’ll be back. Next week will be…” he trails off, exhaustion written into every aged line on his face. “I’ll be staying at the office a bit later than usual if I’m stepping into her role again.”

“Derek could do it,” you suggest. You’re almost vibrating from excitement. “After all, he did a lot of your job the last time you stepped up for her.”

“Yes, but that’s my job. Derek is qualified and trained for that. I would trust him to stay in my shoes for as long as need be.” Aaron sighs again, shooting you an apologetic smile. “I’m sorry.”

The smile you’re fighting back is fighting you just as hard, and Aaron’s face morphs into one of confusion. At the least, he’s pieced together that you know something he doesn’t. “What’s going on?”

“What if Erin stays at work, and Derek does your job for a couple of days?” You suggest like it’s just occurred to you. “That could work, too.”

Your beautiful, loving, highly tolerant fiance isn’t a profiler for nothing. “...What did you do?”

“Me?” You cry out, trying to sound as taken aback as possible. “Aaron, how could I ever-” He isn’t buying it, and you relent when he raises one eyebrow. “Okay, okay. I might have talked to Erin and your team about you using some of your vacation time. You’ve got almost four straight months’ worth, you know.”

He lets out a long, slow exhale and tips his head back. For a moment you’re worried that this is going to turn into a fight- after all, you went behind his back and orchestrated the whole thing- but when Aaron lifts his head back up, he’s smiling ear to ear. “How long do we have?”

“The weekend, obviously, and then I took Monday and Tuesday off. Or at least, you did. Erin told me to let her know if you’re extending that, and Derek said that he can handle your duties for as long as you need.”

“Where can we go? If there’s a case-” he starts, but you shush him.

“If there’s a case, you can get all the information sent to you and then decide if you want to go work it. I won’t be upset if it happens and you do, but I know there’s been a ‘slump’.” You reach one hand out to knock on the oak coffee table three times, and he chuckles. “That’s also why I thought we could do a staycation. We can relax a bit, go out for dinner at that new Italian place downtown, go dancing, see a movie…”

“Repaint the spare bedroom like you’ve been wanting me to do for months…” Aaron continues your train of thought, but his tone is teasing. “My little mastermind. Thank you, baby. I’m looking forward to this.”

“Me too.” You cup his cheek in one hand and lean in for a kiss. “But now you’re in charge of the honeymoon.”

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ratcatcher0325 · 11 months

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A Fraction of Justice (Chapter #29)

Chapter #29. Alexander tells his story. Natalie listens with rapt attention. Alexander does not mind this. Not one bit.

Previous: Chapter #28

Next: Chapter #30

Word Count: 7,629 Read Time: Approx. 59 mins

CW: adult language, angst, allusions to medical abuse

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A Fraction of Justice

Chapter #29: Flock Together

[Alexander’s POV]

My lips, teeth and tongue were abuzz with the vibration of my vocal cords as I gave voice to the images that terrorized my inner eye. A mist of sweat formed on my brow, as heat rose from my woozy stomach and thundering heart. It was as though I was watching myself speak, as if I were a spectator of my own testimonial. I could hear and feel myself talking, while also noticing, with intrigue, how somewhat removed and numb I was about the whole affair. Perhaps this was my brain’s way of protecting me from the sharp, psychological pain of the ordeal. I sat upright in the bed, locking eyes with those large golden orbs, as I felt a clenching in my throat and a stiffening in my spine.

While sitting outside myself, everything seemed to move at a snail’s pace, as though the element of time had been dipped in amber honey. I observed, with quiet fascination, the dust motes swirling in the currents of air she created as she shifted side to side. I felt the cool, clutching texture of the crisp, white sheets against my fingertips. As blood coursed in my veins with each pump of my heart, I could count each exhale as my body fought valiantly to maintain an equilibrium of sorts.

But the thing that stunned me the most, was the way she was looking at me. Not with condescension or hollow pity, but with a brow knit deeply and earnestly in gut-wrenching sorrow. From the moment I began to speak, her body had sunk with a gravity of guilt and horror, deeper into her chair, her eyes alight with… was that compassion? For me? This human, who I’d only very recently begun to tolerate, was genuinely listening to me. Suffice it to say, this was a brand new sensation.

The sound of my own voice, ringing in my ears, returned to the forefront of my mind, as I continued, “… As it turns out, they were right to bicker over the proper dose of anesthetic, because they clearly administered far less than they should have…” The bracing of her body was impossible to ignore, her brow furrowed more deeply as she feared what I was going to say next. In fact, I swore I could hear a hitching of breath as she anticipated her own worst fears, “So… after I was put under, I found myself coming to on the operating table.” She stared down at me wide-eyed and shocked, “I overheard their voices… they said something about taking advantage of your concern over me to push for surgery, that it was a pursuit of profit not careful practice. They openly acknowledged that they were the ones to strain my leg enough to break. I heard them, Natalie. Ah, I wish I could remember the exact amount… 0.3 or 0.2 milliliters of… Buprenorphine? I believe? That’s most common for anything weighing less than 10 ounces, from the literature I’ve read—“ I looked up to see her pen come to a sudden halt. She looked at the paper, littered with chicken scratch in blue ink on brighter blue lines. After a moment, I cleared my throat, “…Do you need me to spell it for you?”

She stopped looming over the page and met my gaze. Her expression puzzled me, “What?” I asked, already a bit annoyed. Was she offended I’d offered?

Seeing my confusion, she spoke softly, her head tilted slightly to my left, as her eyes lit up, “You are so fucking smart, Alexander.” Was she being sarcastic?

“What’s that supposed to mean?” I felt my defenses prick up as I wondered if she was teasing me.

She immediately looked confused and taken aback, “I’m being serious. Don’t cross your arms and mean mug at me. I was trying to give you a compliment. You’re incredibly intelligent. I mean who the hell just knows how to spell bupreenophrene or whatever the hell just off the top of their head?” I opened my mouth to correct her obvious blunder but she held out a single index finger and quickly interrupted me, “Don’t be a wise ass. I know I didn’t say it right. It doesn’t matter. My point is, you impress me with that brain of yours… just don’t let it go to your head, alright?” I stayed quiet, relaxing my defensive posture. She sighed too, both of us coming down from the heat of the moment. She rested her chin atop her clenched fist and made eye contact, “I completely understand why you’re touchy. Pretty much every time you interact with a human, all they do is coo at you and condescend. I’m sorry. I know I’m guilty of that too. But, I don’t know what more I need to say to tell you I’m on your side in all this. I wanna help, not hurt you. Okay? Now, will you please continue?”

She raised back up to sitting, clutching her pen between her fingers. I admit, I appreciated her apology and burgeoning self awareness. She really was starting to listen to me. I’d certainly categorize that as a win, and, sure, her complimenting my superior intellect didn’t hurt either. Adjusting myself slightly to get a better view of her, now so high above, I continued, “Well… As the anesthesia began to prematurely wear off, that’s when my nerve endings really came back and I could… I could feel my knee, cut open and… I flailed and shouted and they pinned me down, but not before he, the veterinarian, lodged the scalpel in my leg, somewhere inside the incision…” My throat tightened up as the pain washed through me, as well as the fear: the pure, animalistic, paralyzing fear of being utterly helpless beneath the razor sharp blade of my natural enemy. I kept seeing that font of blood spewing from my rent flesh. The way those massive, gloved fingers had ripped it out without so much as a glance down at me. The overwhelming pain, my dipping consciousness. A woman with kind eyes behind glasses, appearing above me, “…There was someone else there who actually displayed compassion. I believe… no, I’m certain she saved my life. I likely would have bled to death without her… She promised me she’d return me to you. She said that I had to go under again, but that I could trust she wouldn’t let anyone touch me until I’d been reunited with you. Though I had no other recourse, I chose to trust her. Evidently she delivered on her word…” I couldn’t help the fraction of a smile that raised the corner of my mouth, as I returned my gaze to the woman peering down at me. To have survived, to have been reunited with a human who, in her own flawed way, cared about me, seemed no small feat. I had the young woman with gentle, gloved hands and an empathetic, shimmering smile to thank for that, “…She wore wire frame glasses—“

“—With big hazel eyes? Her name was something with an L? Lilly? Laura?” Natalie was nodding rigorously in recognition, as she spoke, fighting to recall the woman’s name. I couldn’t help but catch her fever, gesturing widely.

“—Yes! Lindsey! Her name was Lindsey! You met her? Did she hand me back to you?”

Her brow furrowed, her eyes seeming wetter than before, and nodded, “She kept her word. She brought you directly to me. She placed you right into my hands. You were completely passed out… You… You looked so…” She bit her lip, as her eyes brimmed with crystalline tears, “I was so worried about you. I was pacing back and forth the whole time. They assured me surgery was the only option. I— I am so sorry, Alexander. This is all on me. I take full responsibility. I’m the one who took you there, I signed off on the operation. I let them hurt you. I was just so worried, when you got so sick, so fast, I-I panicked. I didn’t know what to do. All I wanted was to take care of you, but, instead, I did this to you. I gave you away to those monsters. This is all my fault. I am so, so deeply sorry, Alexander. I… I care about you more than I can say. You didn’t deserve any of this. I never meant to… Look, I completely understand if you can’t forgive me, just know, I feel so, so bad that it happened—“ Her voice cracked as her brow twinged, one tear rolling down the length of her cheek. Seconds later, the dam broke and she sobbed, burying her head in her hands.

There, too, my resolve cracked. I didn’t feel so numb anymore, so distant, or removed. Seeing her in pain directly before me, reignited my emotions, and I found myself hurting because she was. Was I really pitying a human being? Was she really shedding tears for my sake? Did she actually care as much as she claimed about this miniature mockery of a man who sat before her?

She blamed herself, and I could understand why: she felt responsible, that she ‘should have known better’. How could she have known they were breaking federal mandates? Her shoulders trembled as she continued weeping. I could see she was spiraling, “Natalie? Natalie, hey, it’s alright…” Her bloodshot eyes appeared behind a screen of dark, wavy hair, her brow pinched and sorrowful, “Give me your hand…” She just stared at me, wide-eyed and frozen, “Come on, I won’t bite… this time, I promise…” She broke into a smirk, that hint of a smile brightening her tear stained face, as she shook her head.

“This is all backwards, you’re the one who was traumatized, why are you comforting me?” She wiped away the trails of moisture on her cheek with the back of her hand, before settling and offering me her right pointer finger.

I clutched it with both hands, cradling the pad in my right hand and stroking the side and nail bed with my left, “I don’t blame you for what happened…” Her eyes immediately brimmed with tears again, as she blinked hard and turned away, “Natalie, Natalie look at me, please… It’s not your fault.” She shook her head, biting her lip, losing the battle to keep from crying, “You did the best you could. You take good care of me. No, don’t shake your head, you do. I wouldn’t be alive today if it weren’t for you. That’s true! It’s not your fault…” I squeezed the tip of her finger and that seemed to push her over the edge. She cried again, eyes glowing with flecks of green behind the waterfall of her tears. I admit, her weeping made me well up, myself. For the first time in my life, a human wept for me. Someone so much bigger than myself responded to my pain with tears in her eyes and a gentle coaxing voice. Never in my life did I think such a thing was possible. I could never fault her for her compassion.

“May I touch you? Can I move your arm?” She choked out, between sobs. I nodded in the affirmative, heart thundering against my ribs. My agreement to her proposal made her cry harder for some reason I couldn’t understand. She flipped my hand over so it was now facing palm down against her upturned finger, the ridges of her fingertip now visible to me. She rubbed the back of my hand with her thumb, engulfing it, but still managed to be incredibly gentle. She moved my hand a little further away from my body, and flashed her eyes at me as she leaned down, slowly, slowly, and sank her lips into my outstretched fingers. The nerves in my hand were on fire, my heart was threatening to escape the walls of my ribcage. She’d only kissed me once before, and this brush of my skin to her lips was no less potent than the last. I did everything I could to keep my cool, I was done for if she caught on to just how much she was affecting me. As she pulled away, she stared down lovingly at my splayed fingers, rubbing with her thumb again, “I love these hands. You have such beautiful, little, delicate hands…” Normally I’d roll my eyes and groan at a comment like that, but her gaze told me, it was entirely in earnest. My heart fluttered in my chest and I felt a twisting sensation in my stomach.

Finally, she stifled a laugh and gently placed my hand on my thigh. Releasing the grip of her finger and thumb, she apologized, “I’m sorry. Like I said, this is about me being there for you, not the other way around… But, thank you, for comforting me. You really can be a sweetheart when you want to be, can’t you?”

I felt like I suddenly sat up just a bit taller, “I’ve no clue what you’re talking about…” I crossed my arms over my chest in defiance, while grinning just enough to give away my joke, “I don’t mind helping a human while she throws a big fuss over nothing every now and again…” She rolled her eyes and smirked, as I continued, “But do you really want to know how you can make it up to me?” With rapt attention and wide eyes, she rested her chin on her fist before my bedside, her gaze now only an inch or so above my eye-line. She was so close, I could feel the warm gust of her breath. I focused on keeping my voice steady and resonant, “You can help me take them down.” I cocked an eyebrow, awaiting a response I was already fairly confident in.

“You kidding?! I’ll do anything and everything I can, Alexander. I promise.” Her finger gently tapped my left knee as a small gesture of reassurance. I liked the warmth of her touch, how gentle it was. I was sorry when she pulled away.

*************

His little face twisted, and his brow furrowed, as if he was struggling with how to proceed. I stayed very still, watching him battle himself, trying my best to be patient, even though I was dying to know just what he was thinking. Finally, those blazing blue eyes locked on mine, “You really mean that, Natalie?” Of course, I do, sweetheart, “You’re not just placating me? Or pacifying your own guilt? You would actually help me take legal action against them?”

He was tense, uncertain, wary. Poor thing. I couldn’t blame him. How many times had his heart been broken by humans who’d promised to stand by him? I felt tears rush to the corners of my eyes again, as I spoke softly, returning his gaze, “Alexander, I want to help you. In any and every way possible. I believe in you. You are remarkable and I’m so so lucky to have you here with me. You wanna go for their throats? I’ll sharpen my nails. I told you I’d help you dig their graves myself, I meant that—“

“Why?” His sudden cut off stopped me in my tracks.

I could only sputter in response,“W-what? What do you mean, ‘why’?”

“Why… why are you so willing to help me? It’s not like I can compensate you financially, there’s nothing I can do to reciprocate the gesture. What is the benefit to you? I’m just supposed to believe in good faith that you’ll never grow tired of acting out of the goodness of your heart or whatever excuse you’re using to justify your motivations?”

My heart sank. Did he really not understand how much I cared and what I saw in him? “Are you worried I have some sort of hidden agenda? That I’m offering to help or that I’m pretending to help for my own selfish gain? Is that what you’re getting at?” He crossed his arms over his chest, obscuring the lettering on his sweatshirt, and shrugged, staring back defiantly, waiting for me to answer my own question, “I know you’re used to people being selfish. I know you are constantly on edge, expecting some sort of passive aggression or hidden agenda. I see it in your eyes almost every time I try to touch you or pick you up, that flicker of doubt, that fear. You still don’t trust me. And that’s okay. You’ve had a lifetime of broken promises and a handful of days with a dumb, clumsy human who’s learning as she goes just how to do right by you. I know I infuriate and offend you almost every day, but… fuck… I’m trying, okay? You’re teaching me and I’m trying my best to learn. Look, I’m being straight with you. I want to help because I think you’re a person worth helping. I take care of you because I genuinely want to. I like having you in my life, Alexander. But please don’t think I’m trying to possess you or that I’m doing this to hold it over your head later. I know you’re scared. You try really hard to be brave, and you are, you’re the bravest person I’ve ever met. But I know you’re scared, too. Who wouldn’t be? I guess… what I’m trying to say is… if you’ll let me in, you don’t have to go through this frightened and alone.”

He stared at the surface of the dresser with his piercing gaze, the inner gears of his mind turning rapidly. He seemed to be at an extraordinarily rare loss for words. I broke the ice with a soft voice, “May I ask you a question and will you promise to be honest with me?” His head snapped up to meet my gaze, apprehension and worry clouding his eyes. Yet, somehow, he nodded, slightly, agreeing to my terms, “You’re scared after all your fighting you’ll end up right back where you started, aren’t you? There’s this gnawing worry at the back of your mind that in spite of everything, you’re going to end up the plaything of a human who will never see you for what you’re capable of being. Is that about right?”

He was taken aback, color drained from his face. He hadn’t expected me to read him cover to cover like that. Without looking up, he folded his hands in his lap and mumbled, his little voice even quieter than normal making it quite hard to hear, “I… suppose the thought had crossed my mind.”

I tried not to be hurt by the realization that he still believed I’d treat him like that, and rested my chin on the polished wood ‘floor’ searching for his gaze, “Give me a chance to prove to you that I’m worthy of your trust, okay? When I told you I wanted to help you take those fuckers down, I meant it. Will you let me help you?”

He looked lost in thought for a moment, staring straight ahead. After a few heartbeats, as I gazed at him at eye level, I watched him set his jaw and blink before meeting my eyes, “Okay, Ms. Marquez, you have yourself a deal.” Slowly, he offered his hand to shake. When the pad of my finger slid into his outstretched palm, dwarfing it, I couldn’t help the rush of blood to my cheeks. I hoped the light from behind was enough to mask my flustered face. I gently held his tiny hand between my finger and thumb while he shook it with the strength and confidence of a much bigger man. He was quick to wriggle free, though, which disappointed me; I would’ve liked to have held and marveled at his little hand all day. Still. I couldn’t help but notice a sudden rosy tint to his tiny cheeks, even as he pulled away. Suddenly, I realized he was speaking to me, his tone of voice immediately irritated, “… Natalie? Hello? Are you paying attention?”

What had gotten into me? We’d shared a nice moment of solidarity and now I was caught staring, lost in thought. Upon hearing him, I snapped out of it, blinking hard, “Hmmm?” I’d been so caught up in his little features! Could I really be blamed? It wasn’t often he’d let me get this close. If we both stayed very still, I could almost make out his microscopic eyelashes, fringing those brilliant eyes with that fiercely intelligent spark behind them. His disheveled hair flopped in strands along his brow looking as stormy and malcontent as the sharp tone in his voice which still rang in my ears. What a strange little contradiction he was: delicate, yet bold, tiny, yet larger than life, vulnerable yet unafraid. He had every reason to be a trembling mess, reliving such horrible memories, but, instead, I could see this fire burning within him, this vindictive, righteous anger that moved him to great passion and, which, in this moment, he was taking out on me.

“What’re you ogling at me for? Don’t tell me I just spilled my guts to you, only to have you stare at me all starry-eyed like I’m some adorable kitten. It’s rude to stare, Ms. Marquez, has no one ever taught you that?” My cheeks burned. I was being taken to task by a man I could put in my pocket, “...So?? Are you going to just sit there, blinking like an idiot or are we going to get to work?”

******

Whatever had distracted her before seemed to be quickly quelled by my direct questioning. She sprang into action, setting up her phone, on a small metal stand in a horizontal position. This set the device at about the height of my lap, when she brought my desk chair and placed it directly in front. Once she’d finished setting everything up, she returned to where I sat and leaned down, “You ready?” I nodded, preparing myself to be picked up, but she continued, “I have one more little surprise for you. Close your eyes.”

“I’m not a child, Natalie, you can just show me—“

“Aw, c’mon sourpuss! Let me have this. I like surprising you with shit so maybe one day you’ll decide you actually like me.” She begged in a teasing way and I couldn’t help from chuckling. She clocked that immediately, “Ha ha, yeah I know. Fat chance. But c’mon, let me enjoy this. Please?” I rolled my eyes, sighed performatively and finally shut my windows to the world like she’d asked, “Okay, put out your hands…” I heard the grinding sound of wood, like a drawer opening, and then a rustle of fingers far too big for the dimensions of the comparatively tiny desk drawer as she fished about for whatever it was. Then, something landed in my hands and I was granted permission to open my eyes.

While it was wrapped and sealed in obnoxious packaging, with print scaled for human eyes, what I found in my hands still made me smile in spite of myself. Placed inside my opened palms were two spiral notebooks and a pair of already sharpened pencils scaled to me. After two decades of scrounging through trash and scraps for paper and anything to write with, I now had legitimate means to record my thoughts for the very first time in my life. It meant far more to me than she could possibly understand.

“What do you think? Do you like them?” I could see she was anxious for my approval. What a curious circumstance I found myself in, where a human was desperate for my opinion. It was far from a disagreeable position to be in. Still, all I could manage to respond with was a nod to keep from getting emotional. I turned my attention to freeing them from the packaging, the clear plastic being far thicker and more robust than I’d expected. Watching me struggle, she leaned in, fingertips looming ever closer, “Here, you want help?”

I hugged the items closer to my chest, “I’m fine, thank you.” Her lips tightened slightly, clearly disappointed she wasn’t allowed to do it for me. I admit, I felt a smug satisfaction even as I struggled to muster the strength to rip it open, that she didn’t just snatch it from my grip and tear into it anyway. I’d trained this human well. She was learning. Suddenly, she gasped, making me jump and search her face for clues.

“Aw shit!”

“What is it now?” I admit, I was annoyed. All I wanted was to start my research and she was getting in the way of that, even if she had the best of intentions. In the wake of her outburst, I managed to (finally) open the packaging, gripping the contents inside the busted plastic pouch.

“I just remembered, you’re left handed. Those spiral notebooks are gonna suck for you, aren’t they? I can’t believe I didn’t think of that! Here, I can return them…”

She reached for them again. I pulled away. Was she really incapable of thinking this through? Without saying a word, I held one of the note books in my lap, my pencil pinched between my fingers. The glossy black paint on the wooden writing instrument rivaled the black and white marbling on the notebook covers. Gesturing broadly to make sure my movements were distinctly legible for her, I flipped the notebook once, along its horizontal axis so that the back of the book was now facing skyward and then rotated it 180 degrees clockwise, so that the spiral binding was now clutched in my right hand. Without missing a beat I opened the book to its very first (technically, last) page, and scribbled “DON'T RETURN” as large as I could across the blue lined paper and then held it up for her.

“Okay, now I feel like a fucking dumbass…” she held her face in her hand, sighing and shaking her head in a moment of self deprecation.

“Well, I wasn’t going to be the one to say it out loud… but now that you mention it…” I smirked up at her, not at all dissatisfied with my own joke. She immediately began to laugh, groaning in mock disdain.

“Come here…” her fingers slid around and beneath me and I suddenly found myself lifted high in the air, seated amongst a web of fingers. My heart leapt to my throat as she held me before her eyes, splayed out in her hand. I was feeling rather small, now, plucked up so easily and held aloft before those familiar, wide eyes, “What’s your problem, huh? Why are you so mean? I do all these nice things to help you and now you’re calling me a dumbass?” She dug a fingertip, teasingly, into my chest, I squirmed against her touch, batting her away.

“You called yourself one, I said no such thing!” I lifted up my hands in a gesture to show I took no responsibility. She rolled her eyes, and stood with me cradled in her hand, before crossing the room to stand before her desk. I’m so close to finally beginning my life’s work anew. I was a mere few feet away…. If she could just put me down…

“I mean for real, I have a whole ass undergrad degree and am about to graduate from law school… and you just hung me out to dry! Are you really that much smarter than me or am I just way stupider than I thought?”

“Yes, yes… Now, please, let’s get started, shall we?” I attempted my best polite smile, clapping my hands together and sitting up inside her palm, trying to coax her into lowering me into my chair. She didn’t budge an inch.

“What do you mean, ‘Yes’? You don’t really think I’m stupid do you? I’ll have you know I graduated fourth in my class in undergrad, little sir! Besides, there are different kinds of intelligences. You just happen to be particularly book smart—“

“—Book smart, yes, got it! Speaking of that, I think the best way to keep getting smarter is to conduct research. Expand my horizons, all that. So with that in mind—“

“Besides, I’m like, ninety percent certain two of the people ahead of me my senior year were cheating to get perfect grades…” she kept talking, “I’m still convinced I coulda gone head to head with Jack Lahey for salutatorian!” And talking, “But not Lindsay Ellyach, she was like, inhumanly smart— I’d never be able to out do her! Not even now!! She was the valedictorian…” With no sign of letting up, she carried on, full steam ahead, “…It’d be fun to pit you against her and see if you could give her a run for her money… she was actually always really nice though, which honestly made it even more annoying—“

“Natalie!!” I was too exasperated, I couldn’t help myself.

“Oh. Oh my god. I’m talking too much aren’t I? Poor thing, you just want to get your nerd on and start working on this and here I am keeping you. I’m sorry. Here…”

True to her word she gently lowered me down into my swivel chair. Handing me back the notebook and pencil that had slid into the center of her palm once I’d begun moving about. I gripped these items with firm yet clammy hands. This was it! Here I was about to do something I never thought possible: openly researching unfair practices against my kind, directly in front of, and with the full support of a human being.

“Alexander?” Her voice, timid and apologetic, rang from high above my left shoulder. That is, until she adjusted herself to rest her head down, close to where I was, “Are you mad at me?” She stared at me with bright, pleading eyes, before her hand approached and she flicked my hair from my eyes with the brush of her thumb.

I snarled and wrenched away, “I’m too busy to be mad at you. Please, I just want to work on this in peace.” I had no patience to be the steward of a needy human’s emotions right now.

She was quick to respect my wishes, turning her attention to her own massive screen, simply adding, she was “happy to help” in any way she could. When I glanced over my shoulder, I could see she had her coursework up.

Finally, a moment of blessed, uninterrupted silence for me to get to work! I was so giddy I could’ve giggled like a little kid. Cracking my knuckles, I flipped open my brand new, beautiful notebook, with its perfectly proportionate blue lined paper, to the next fresh page. I proceeded to format my page for notes in the same way I’d seen executed hundreds, if not thousands of times, by a man with a watery blue, cataract-filled gaze, and short temper.

No time to think of him now, I had justice to pursue and legal precedents on my side. I may as well have measured nine feet tall today, what with all the probability of victory I already possessed. I traced my lower lip with a pointer finger as I leaned in to operate the phone’s internet browser.

As soon as my fingertips pressed into the colorful glass display, Natalie let out a forlorn sigh. As I craned my neck, I watched as she tucked a strand of curls behind her ear, her expression twisted into a pout.

If it had been any other human, I probably would’ve jeered and berated her for getting so upset over such a minor thing. But for some reason, when it came to Natalie, I suddenly had a heavy conscience. I didn’t like seeing her upset. What was wrong with me? I was getting soft.

“Natalie?” She suddenly seemed quite absorbed in her work, as if she couldn’t be bothered with me. Ah, so that’s how it feels. My face flushed hot. I tried again, leaning to tug on her sleeve right at the bend in her elbow, which rested within arm’s reach, “Natalie…”

“What?” She was cold, annoyed. A pang of guilt washed through me. All of a sudden, I felt uncharacteristically small and timid, staring up at this woman who towered over me, wanting to repair the damage I’d done.

“I can see I’ve hurt your feelings…” an olive branch.

Would she take it?

“No. I’m good. Just trying to get this done. Do you need something?” Well, that was a resounding no then. So much for trying to be vulnerable. If she wanted to play games, fine, then, it was my turn.

“Why are you being so childishly passive aggressive? You’re very clearly upset, you’re actively pouting and you threw a fit just moments ago. I’m apologizing. Isn’t that what you wanted?” Why did humans always have to change the rules to fit their narrative? It made no sense to me. What did she want me to do?

She was quick to raise a brow at me before she retorted, “I’m being childish?! Really? That’s funny, because last I checked that wasn’t even an apology. You just made a statement. Look, I’m trying to keep my cool here, but you don’t get to shrug someone off and hurt their feelings and then bark back at them about their own emotional state and get mad when that doesn’t fix the problem. Try a real apology next time and maybe you’ll get the response you were looking for.”

With that, she turned her attention back to her work, and gave me the iciest of cold shoulders. I may as well have been invisible for all she cared to acknowledge me. My stomach dropped.

She was right.

As much as I hated to admit it, she was absolutely right.

I took a deep breath and then sprung to my feet (or foot, rather), careful to keep my injured leg from bearing any weight. She jumped, making a fuss the second I stood up, “Woah! What do you think you’re doing? You’re not supposed to put any pressure—“ I was already quite off balance, trying to keep one foot from touching the floor. Even with my arms outstretched, and tensing all the necessary muscles to stay upright, the moment I craned my neck to look directly up at her, and as I opened my mouth and the words ‘I’m sorry’ began to form on my lips, I knew I was a goner. I started to stumble, my arms grasping at air as my good leg gave way beneath me. I braced for impact with the hard surface of the desk. Yet, within the next fraction of a second, I found myself perfectly upright, the wind knocked out of me.

I blinked hard, trying to make sense of what had just happened. In the breadth of a heartbeat, she’d reached for me, catching me from my fall and suspending me upright, with a little gentle pressure. Her thumb was now pressed against my chest, her nail landing just beneath my left arm. Her index finger wrapped around my lumbar curve and gently rested against my bent elbow. As I collided into the barrier she provided with her hand, I found myself gasping for air and instinctively gripping onto her thumb with both hands. She kept me steady as I found my footing, and craned my neck to meet her eyes. She looked down at me in shock and concern, “What was all that for? You scared the shit out of me…”

“I was trying to apologize. Now I think we can both see how much that disagrees with me in practice…” She broke into a brilliant smile and peered down at me, nodding her head in agreement as she shrugged and giggled. I’d be lying if I didn't admit I enjoyed the sound of her laugh. I suddenly felt quite warm, surrounded by her fingertips. I could even feel her heartbeat beneath the surface of her skin.

My heart leapt to my throat, as I felt her eyes continue to gaze down at me. She’d stopped her bemused chuckling, instead staring at me in a way that made me squirm beneath her. Slowly, slowly, she guided her pointer finger beneath my left arm, to keep me upright, and very gently, she passed the pad of her thumb across my chest in a rhythmic back and forth motion. I froze. All her attention was on me, balanced carefully inside the hollow of her hand. What was she doing? Could she feel how hard my heart was hammering against my sternum?

Her eyes flickered in concern, as the motion of her thumb ceased, in the direct center of my sternum, “Your little chest is pounding away like crazy—” Well, that answers that. My face flushed bright red, as she suddenly sunk lower, so that her chin was resting on the crook of her right elbow, and the tip of her nose was a mere few inches from where I stood, propped up between her fingers. She was so close, I could see a silhouette of myself reflected in the iris of her eye. She’d returned to stroking me, I stiffened, barely able to keep my composure as she hit me with her next question, her voice soft, low and intimate, “Is this okay?”

It took every ounce of willpower I had left in me to keep from trembling. She was so close, so warm, I could smell her fragrant hair, feel the heat of her hand, all while I took in those bright, brilliant eyes, awaiting my answer. I was completely overwhelmed, surrounded by her on all sides. I couldn’t breathe. I needed air. I couldn’t breathe. I needed out.

“No! No it’s not!” I finally choked out, “You’re too close. Please, just put me down.”

Her face fell. It wasn’t the answer she’d been hoping for. She blinked once, twice, and then obediently did as she was asked, quietly whispering “Sorry” as she prepared to let me go. Too bad, she has no right to fluster me like that. I told myself that over and over as she gently sat me down in my chair.

We were right back where we started. A tension palpable in the air between us. Even as I got exactly what I asked for, I felt an ache where the heat of gentle fingers had just been. My heart continued to pound away against my breast as I wrestled with the confusing thing that had just taken place.

She didn’t say another word and I followed suit, much too embarrassed and shaken to fill in the gaps between our clicking, swiping and staring at screens with any polite conversation. I sank in my chair. What was happening to me here? All I’d ever wanted was the chance to research this compelling case in harmonious, blessed silence. But now that I had my greatest desire, I suddenly felt hollow inside. It wasn’t possible that my heart had blossomed toward this human beside me.

Wasn’t it?

Just then, as I had paused in my notes, to sneak a glance up at her, I found myself catching her eye, as she appeared to be doing the same thing, in reverse. Blushing hard, I tore my gaze away, staring flatly at the screen before me.

Try as I may to read and reread the lines of black text on white pixels, one thought kept ricocheting through my skull: what did she make of all this? I couldn’t bring myself to ask, so I imagined I’d never know.

I tried to ignore these feelings, leaning into the article I’d found on veterinary law in the state of Massachusetts, even despite my elevated blood pressure. That is, until the sound of her clearing her throat to get my attention became impossible to ignore.

Reluctantly, I turned over my shoulder to face her, admittedly a little anxious to see just what I’d find there. When I turned, I was confronted with her finger and thumb directly before me and pinched between them was a delicate paper flower, a daisy, I’d made for her seemingly forever ago. Then, her voice, soft and strained rang in my ears, “I’m sorry I can’t ever seem to get this right… I’m just a big dumb human that upsets you. I’m sorry for that.”

And that right there was a proper, genuine apology, unlike the half baked defensive excuse I’d thrown at her earlier. Guilt creeped in as I realized what I’d done. Sighing, I made up my mind, and as I leaned over and clutched the fake flower from her grip, I formulated my response, “Will you do me a favor?”

“Of course, anything.” She meant that in earnest.

“Will you pick me up and hold me directly before you?” My past self would have a hard time believing this series of events to be true, and yet, here I was, requesting to be handled by a human. She hesitated for a moment, watching me closely for signs of regret or discomfort, before pinching me between her thumb and forefinger, and placing me inside her waiting palm. She then lifted me up to her face, her eyes confused and cautious, “Closer…” She inched me forward, “Still closer…” her brow furrowed, I was already less than half an inch from the bridge of her nose, “Almost there…” Now she held me so close I was hovering over her face, far too near for her eyes to be able to focus on me anymore. My chest practically brushed against her eyelashes as I reached up and over, planting the flower I’d made for her in the nest of waves and curls that was her hair. With that, I gently patted her on the forehead and whispered, “Okay, all done.”

She pulled her hand back to a reasonable distance again, staring at me with delighted eyes, “Did you just…?”

“Natalie, I owe you an apology. I’m not particularly fond of them, so don’t get used to it…” I sat up a bit straighter with my arms crossed, as she broke into a knowing smile, “But the way I see it… we’re a team now, unlikely and mismatched as that is. And I… I could have done better by my partner and I’m sorry. I was dismissive and I rejected your simple kindnesses. As you can clearly see, those sorts of things don’t come naturally to me, so I can’t promise an entirely different response in the future. But what I can say is I’ll endeavor to see things from your perspective once in a while. And… maybe on a very special occasion, I’ll allow you to touch me gently again…” my throat tightened and color rose in my cheeks again at the mere mention.

By the time I’d finished speaking, she’d broken into a wide grin, “You’re such a little liar! I knew you liked it, that’s why you were all squirmy and red faced. I’m gonna get you to admit you like me… someday, it’s gonna happen. I fluster you, don’t I? Like right now… you’re all kinds of squirmy. Look at you, you can’t even look me in the eye!”

“Natalie! Don’t make me regret this the second I say it! I am not flustered!”

“Suuure you’re not. Of course not, Little Nightmare. No flushed face and heaving chest here! Nope! Totally calm and collected…”

“Natalie!!!”

“You’re too easy to tease! It’s not my fault!”

“I’m never apologizing to you again if this is how you’re going to weaponize my vulnerability against me!”

“Oh woe is Alexander! Look how he’s being so horribly mistreated!” She made a big fuss, rolling her eyes and gesturing with her free hand. I admit it made me smile, for just a fraction of a second, but it was enough for her to pick up on, “I saw that! The little robot does have a sense of humor. How delightful!”

“I despise you and everything you stand for.”

“Yup! So sweet and funny! Just an absolute sweetheart of a little man. Nothing about this is alarming at all. I should definitely not plan on sleeping with one eye open tonight.” She cupped her chin in her free hand, biting her lip as she smiled at me, “But seriously though, thank you, Little Nightmare. I can see you’re trying, and that’s all I can ask for. I promise not to push your boundaries… too much. But I’m sorry if I can be overwhelming at times. Are we okay?”

I sucked in a sharp breath, before nodding, “In spite of my better judgment, I suppose I’ll allow for forgiveness this one time. Don’t get used to it, I’ve got my eye on you, Miss Marquez.” I raised my brows and flashed her an expectant look.

“Alright! The dynamic duo is back!! Wonder Twin powers… Activate!!” She held out a knuckle of her clenched fist, presumably so I would bump her back with my own.

“No. Never. Don’t even try.”

“Eh, it was worth a shot… back to it, then?” She gently caressed my knee with her thumb as she asked. I nodded curtly.

Soon, I found myself lowered back down to the level of her elbow, still close enough to feel the warmth radiating off of her. I did my best to clear my mind and focus on my work, but, I have to admit, any time she shifted in her seat,or hummed (badly) to herself, I couldn’t help but get a bit distracted.

Maybe a life like this wasn’t so bad. Maybe, just for now, I could learn to like this, Wonder Twin Powers and all.

#Whew! This was a rollercoaster ride!#Will they? Won't they? Will Alexander cry or scream?#Porque no los dos?#They are both such a mess #g/t #giant/tiny #g/t community #g/t writing #g/t related #g/t angst #size difference #a fraction of justice #g/t fluff #oc:alexander #oc:natalie

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Sometimes, San wondered how it was humanly possible for Wooyoung to go to the same college as the group. Wooyoung had called him that morning asking San to swing by the lab with a pair of clothes because he had another lab accident.

“Why don’t you ask Yeosang to grab your clothes? You live with him, don’t you?” San complained.

“He’s in the middle of a midterm,” Wooyoung explained over the phone.

“Then wait until he’s done!”

“I don’t have the patience for that! Please just bring me some clothes, I’m tired of smelling like a burnt chicken nugget.”

Reluctantly, San grabbed (aesthetically pleasing) random clothes from Wooyoung’s apartment and got down to his lab. Thankfully, he was done experimenting for the day, so after Wooyoung got cleaned up, they both went to Ze Cafe despite the fact that it was Wooyoung’s day off from work. At least he didn’t hate his job and the group liked hanging out at the cafe, otherwise San was sure he would be absolutely miserable hanging out there.

“Oh, how did that exam end up going for you?” San asked as they sat with their drinks.

“The written portion went great! Really saved my overall grade from the exam.”

“The lab went that bad, huh?”

“Horrible. I almost burnt my eyebrows off.”

“I thought you were just measuring levels of whatever chemical it was. How did you manage to fuck that up, too?” Hongjoong leaned over the counter and put in his two cents, seeing as the two boys sat closer to the coffee bar.

“Things happen, okay?” Wooyoung sighed.

“You’re really special, you know that?” San told the boy.

“Shut up,” Wooyoung frowned and immediately tried to change the subject. “How did that second paper turn out?”

“I got a pretty good grade. Seonghwa didn’t though, so don’t bring it up to him. It’s a sore spot.”

“I don’t get how out of the three of you, someone always does a horrible job. Don’t you all study together like all the time?” Hongjoong interjected again.

“Things happen, okay?” San used Wooyoung’s excuse. “At least I did well this time, that’s all I really care about.”

“Damn, that’s ruthless,” Wooyoung laughed.

“There’s only so many ways we can help each other. At the end, it’s still a free for all,” San shrugged and took a knowing sip of his coffee before getting up. “Hey, I’ll be right back— gotta go to the bathroom.”

He left for the bathroom, did his business, followed hygienic practices by washing his hands with soap for more than twenty seconds, and returned. Wooyoung was staring intently at his phone— wait, that’s not his phone… Wooyoung was staring at San’s phone? As he got closer to the table, he saw Wooyoung scramble to put San’s back from where he found it. He tried to be subtle and quiet, only to nearly knock over their drinks, making way more noise.

“What are you doing?” San asked as he returned to the table.

“Your phone kept vibrating, and I thought it was a call from your mom, so I wanted to pick up and say hi, but then I saw that Gyu was actually texting you. She sent you like five messages, so I unlocked your phone to see what she sent,” Wooyoung rambled.

“Okay, so? Why did you read it?”

“She texted you so many times, but she hasn’t opened a single one of my messages,” Wooyoung pouted. “I swear I don’t know what she sent. I didn’t get that far.”

“Maybe she’s just waiting until she can respond to your messages properly, I don’t know,” San kept trying to offer excuses— he still hadn’t seen the texts from Gyuri, but he wanted to take preemptive measures in case it was something more than surface level.

“I guess…”

Now San needed to know what she sent him. He checked the messages from her as casually as he possibly could.

PRIVATE MESSAGE: gyuday

gyuday: hey gyuday: remember that one anime? gyuday: a new ep just dropped gyuday: let’s watch gyuday: right now.

“She just wants to watch anime, calm down,” San shook his head disapprovingly at Wooyoung.

“Why you? Why not Seonghwa? He’s her best friend,” Wooyoung pressed.

“Because we started the show together.”

“Why’d she watch it with you? Why not Hwa or Iseul?”

“We were talking about the new season the other day and randomly decided to watch it.”

“Jesus, Woo, why are you so goddamn curious?” Hongjoong, thankfully, interjected.

“Yeah, why do you have so many fucking questions? San added.

Wooyoung broke into raucous laughter, his hand slapping the table as he laughed harder. “Man, you should see the look on your face! I was just messing with you.”

Next thing he knew, San flicked Wooyoung’s forehead, causing the obnoxious boy to hold his forehead in pain, his laughter turning into cries; now Hongjoong was roaring laughing. San got up and left the shop, feeling as though he lost ten years of his life. He didn’t have time to ponder it, though, because he could feel the urgency in Gyuri’s texts and knew he had to go over immediately.

He got back to 1024UB and b-lined straight to Gyuri’s apartment, knowing that she’d be there. Before he could even enter the passcode, the door opened. Gyuri grabbed him by the collar and pulled him into the apartment, the door slamming shut as she aggressively made out with San. There were many questions in his mind at that moment, but there was only one he really needed the answer to: why was she crying?

“Hey, wait, what’s wrong?” he asked after managing to pull away from her gently.

She pursed her lips and looked down at the ground, more tears slipping out of her eyes. Now San really wanted to know what was going on. She usually only sent him one text— not five. Why did she desperately need to see him? Gyuri, still not uttering a word, led San to the couch. She offered him a bottle of soju, which he declined because he wanted to know what was going on first.

After eons of silence, Gyuri spoke, her voice extremely small, “Seonghwa is seeing someone.”

San’s jaw dropped— that was not what he was expecting to hear. He honestly thought that Gyuri was going to tell him she was pregnant or something, which definitely sounds much worse than the Seonghwa thing, but he was still shocked nonetheless. He only managed to get his jaw to close when he grabbed the soju bottle Gyuri previously offered and chugged however much he could in that moment.

“Okay, uh, what the fuck?!”

“Yeah.”

“Actually?!”

“Yeah.”

“Really?!”

“Yeah.”

San cleared his throat and tried searching for more words to convey the thoughts in his head. He took another swig from the soju bottle. “We literally see him all the time, and he’s always studying! How the fuck did meet someone?”

“That’s what I want to know, too.”

“Does anyone else know?”

“No.”

Gyuri dried her tears and picked up another soju bottle from the coffee table. “You know, he actually told me about her a couple nights ago.”

“Why didn’t you say anything sooner, then?”

“I… I don’t remember much of that night. After he told me about her, I came home and drank literally all the alcohol in the apartment. I really thought I imagined what he told me, but then this morning, he asked me to come to the library, and he introduced her to me…”

“Fuck…”

“Why the fuck did he tell me first? I didn’t want to know this shit!”

“You’re his best friend, so it makes sense,” San sighed.

“Some fucking best friend he is…” Gyuri muttered.

As Gyuri drank more alcohol, San looked at the coffee table— there were at least six empty bottles in the apartment at that moment, which was extremely alarming given that it was only two in the afternoon. He snatched the bottle from her, trying to get her to ease up on the alcohol. She glared at him and tried to reclaim the bottle, but San was far enough from her to not be able to reach from where she was; yet, she persisted, and she tried to pin San on the couch. He put the bottle down on the ground and ended up pinning her instead to try and deter her from drinking more.

“If you keep drinking like this, then the toilet will become your best friend.”

“I can hold my alcohol—”

“I know you can, but this isn’t the solution, Gyuri. At least, it’s not the right solution.”

Gyuri sighed and covered her face with her hands while deeply sighing. Her sigh turned into a groan of anger, and her hands moved from her face to her hair. San was still on top of her at that point, and as he watched the girl writhe in anger, he felt something sharp in his heart. Instinctually, he brought his lips to hers and kissed her softly. The kiss ended shortly after and they looked at each other. Gyuri looked shocked, but at least she wasn’t making the same painful face as before.

“San…”

“This might not be the best solution either… but—”

San’s words were cut off when Gyuri pulled him in by his collar and kissed him. It was like she was trying to lose herself in the kiss and not think about anything. San leaned further into her, their kisses getting a little deeper. He could still feel a couple tears slip out of her eyes. He pushed himself up again, interrupting their chain of kisses.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” he asked while wiping some of the stray tears.

“Yes.”

He nodded and pulled off his shirt before pinning her down again. Her arms wrapped around his neck and brought him further into her, the two of them losing themselves in each other as they spent the restless afternoon together.

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A real world AU Gothic Romance - Final Chapter

Artwork by the amazing @obsidianne-art

Pairing: Ghost Shigaraki X Fem!Reader

Rating: Readers 18+ only

Content Warnings: PnV relations with a literal ghost, toys, mirror

Chapter Three Word Count: 3.9k, Ao3 Mirror

Part I ---❤--- Part 2

Sunday October 23rd, 2022

At six in the morning, you awoke to the screech of a train horn, and a full bladder. Wiping your half-matted hair out of your face, you creaked to your feet and wrapped yourself in the comforter. Dragging your warmth with you into the bathroom, you climbed onto the toilet with one eye open…

…and proceeded to pee fire.

By nine in the morning, two inquisitive text messages and one graphic description of chafed skin summoned your best friend to the landline like a fox to an injured bunny.

“Well, of course you’re gonna give yourself a rug burn using something rough like that!” Serenity spat into the phone. “What were you thinking?!”

Um… how horny you were for some dead man’s dick?

Gripping the cold pack between your thighs, you winced. “Since when is thinking involved in that kind of thing?”

An annoyed snarl echoed from the other end. “Look, if you can’t use your fingers, you need to use a toy or something!”

You scrolled through the adult toy listings, eyeing up the options. Fake glass cock. Fake silicone cock. Fake plastic cock. Fake hot pink plastic cock with a little vibrating branch that looked like Vienna sausage. Hitachi wand. Egg thingy. Silver bullet? That sounded more like a solution to a werewolf infestation than something you wanted to put between your legs.

“Give me a break Ren-Ren! There’s too many different options,” you protested, scratching the back of your neck. “How am I supposed to know what to buy?”

You could practically hear your best friend’s headache as she loosed an indignant sigh. “All right. I got you. Do you want inside or outside stim?”

“Um…” you scrolled past a fake tentacle with weighted Kegel eggs. “Both?”

“Then order a rabbit.”

“What’s a rabbit?”

“Heaven have mercy,” she muttered. “Sit yourself down because this is going to be a long talk.”

Monday, October 31st, 2022 4:013 pm

Eight days after your sexual re-education lecture, a text message notification dinged your phone as you passed through the center of Smalltown, USA. Pulling into the old brownstone library, you parked your car and took advantage of the only five bar signal in Podunk County outside of the Walmart plaza. Not even the smell of garlic and deep fried something pouring out the vent from Wang’s Chinese Buffet could distract you from your excitement. The message was from USPS.

Your package has been delivered.

Oh good, Mrs. Murray’s pack of angry, push-face Pekingese hadn’t eaten the mail lady. You weren’t so sure when you saw her tearing down the sidewalk last week, being chased by bubble-fluff Cujos who probably asphyxiated for their efforts.

As you looked up from your phone’s screen, blustering winds painted the smooth cement walkway to the library doors with curled, brown leaves. A plastic sign reading “Trunk-or-Treat - 5pm - Halloween” flapped in the wind. You eyed the library's posted hours before cutting the engine. Perfect. For once, you were done with house calls early enough to go inside. Snagging your purse, you schlepped up the walkway to the glass doors and pushed your way in.

Paper cut-out ghosts and fresh pumpkins from “Miller’s Prize Winning Patch” coated the warm lobby with seasonal excitement. Tiny rubber bats flapped from the door frame, leading visitors up a trail of plastic “Big Foot” tracks to the circulation desk. Pinned into a vintage, slate colored silk dress with billowing mutton sleeves, the head librarian paused her frenzied typing just long enough to adjust her golden Prince-Nez spectacles. She tugged at the frilly trim of her high collar, fussing with the long lace. The upturned brim of her wide, feathered hat reminded you of a bowl. It didn’t budge as she lifted her head to face you. Considering the number of long, pearl tipped pins she’d inserted through the felt, it probably would have shrugged off an EF5 tornado by having a glass of sherry.

"Good afternoon, Mrs. Curtwright." You folded your hands neatly on the desk. "I'm sorry it took me so long to make it in. Work has been savage."

The librarian smiled and turned to the squat metal, bookcase marked “holds”. She pulled down a heavy grey text labeled “Miller’s Antiques Encyclopedia”. “It’s just so good to see that old house cared for by someone who really appreciates its history,” she replied, passing you the massive reference book.

“Speaking of which, do you know what happened to the Shimura’s son after the fire?”

She hummed, tapping her chin. “Not off hand.”

You sighed. “Oh well.”

“Did you find another picture in the old furniture?”

“Uh…” Your cheeks burned as images of the naughty dream drifted across your mind. “Something like that. There was a young man in his twenties with wavy white hair. He looked a little different but I could swear it was the same person.”

“If you know the date, we can check some of the old town records.”

“There wasn’t a date on this one.”

She tugged at her sleeve. “Do you remember what his clothing looked like?”

You crossed your arms. “A red velvet jacket with these fasteners that looked like a marching band uniform.” Closing your eyes, you tried to picture the outfit you were wearing. “There was a woman in something that looked like your dress. It was really tight fitted with these slightly poofy sleeves—”

“Poofy at the shoulder or the wrist?”

“The wrist? Sort of anyway. The end of the coat was wide like a funnel.” You scrunched your face. “It was short and the shoulders were smooth, like a normal suit coat.”

“Bell sleeved jacket with Bishop sleeve shirtwaist. Probably Edwardian then. Did the dress have an S-shape that made the chest and butt stick out?”

You nodded.

“Pouter pigeon. Classic Gibson Girl look,” she murmured, leaning into the conversation. “Must have been the early years. Was there a hat?”

“Yes. It was kind of puffy and made of felt.”

“Did it have a brim?”

You pinched the air. “Maybe a small one?”

“A beaver felt Toque. I’d guess 1901 to 1904. By 1905 they were back to the Leg-of-Mutton style shirts.” She jerked a thumb over her shoulder. “Let’s go check the old town records.”

Leading you across the open floor, she motioned to some leather bound volumes on the far wall behind the “Historical” desk. Labeled by decades, each volume was four inches thick. She tugged down the 1880-1910 binder and gingerly flipped through the yellowed pages. You leaned on the beige, laminate countertop, peeking over her shoulder. All at once, a single certificate caught your eye.

“There! Shigaraki! That was the name I saw.” You pointed to the small slip of paper. “What is that?”

“Huh…” She turned the book so you could read it. “Adoption paperwork. It looks like little Shimura was adopted by someone named… well… the first name is smeared but the last name is clearly Shigaraki.” Mrs. Curtwright wrinkled her long, roman nose. “I wonder if he was related to the old Dr. Garaki that used to practice in town.”

You cocked your head. “Why are you making that face?”

She lowered her voice to a whisper and cupped her cheek. “He was a notorious grave robber. They tried to run him out of town but he had some rich friend from New York that prevented it. Supposedly, the buddy had underworld connections.”

“Oh…”

The librarian winked at you. “I’m not sure how much I believe that. Why would a crime syndicate come all the way to this little town?”

As you thought back to the scars on your dream lover’s face and how powerful his grip had been, the idea of him being more dangerous than you first realized didn’t seem that out of place.

Mrs. Curtwright flipped the page. “Oh, it looks like they changed his whole name after the adoption. No wonder Tenko Shimura disappeared from the records at the end of the Victorian era.”

Printed on the fragile paper in ink the color of night was the name you’d been searching for: Tomura Shigaraki.

After a quick stop off for $7.99 per pound Chinese buffet take-out, you rolled down the solitary drive to your Second Empire home. Pointed wrought iron trim along the edge of the tall, Mansard roofline looked like rusty knives against the thick, overcast sky. A cold, late autumn breeze slapped your cheeks. Pulling the hood of your Carhartts up, you crunched up the gravel drive to the front door. You snatched the “discreet” cardboard package off the front porch and fumbled for your keys. The old oak rattled in the breeze, its leafless twigs snapping against each other like dried chicken bones being crushed under foot. With a shudder, you headed inside and locked the door behind you.

Wang’s fried food and wonton soup proved every bit as delicious as the smell promised. However, sitting alone at a table built for many left a cold disappointment balled in your chest. You picked at the scrumptious meal, surveying the empty walls and vacant shelves. Maybe some photos would help? Did you have any printed pictures aside from the Shimura kids? Pressing your forehead against the smooth wood, you groaned.

“I need to get out more.”

After dinner, you settled in the front parlor to await any visitors. Nursing a cup of warm apple cider, you sat in the bay window, clutching a wide plastic bowl full of Kit Kats, Reese’s Pieces, Snickers, Fun Dip and SweeTarts. Dusk descended on the world outside. Trick-or-Treat hours came or went, but no costume coated child made the long trek up the barren gravel drive.

“Guess this isn’t suburbia,” you muttered, eating your tenth candy of the night. “The kids probably go to Trunk-or-Treat because the houses are too far apart.”

Disappointed and lonely, you flipped off the porch light and retreated upstairs with your package.

Flopping onto the bed sheets, you rattled the white and red box. The flesh colored, rubber-free cock flopped in its clear plastic packaging. Heat filled your cheeks as you tugged open the safety seal. As you flexed the internal rod, the moveable skin wrinkled in your fingers. You snorted with laughter, positioning it into a raunchy curve. Taking your new toy into the bathroom, you cleaned it gently with unscented soap before sticking it to the side of the porcelain basin. Giggling to yourself at your suddenly well endowed sink, you flipped on the shower and started in on your nightly routine.

Twenty minutes later, with the bedroom door locked, you peeled the plastic organ off the side of your sink and wet the base. Bathed in the flickering light of a single wick oud and musk scented candle, you snatched up your bottle of “personal jelly” from the nightstand. Then, you headed for the bare, wooden floor just beside the heavy, mahogany bed. Tossing the comforter pillows down, you fluffed them into a makeshift nest. The fake cock came down on the wooden bedframe with a lewd smack. It wiggled for a moment before standing tall directly in front of the antique oval mirror. Heat glowed in your cheeks as you adjusted the bendable shape into a less intense curl.

On the other side of the room, Tomura leaned against the other side of the ornate frame, strong fingers crawling at the glass. Blazing red eyes watched tentative hands smearing the textured organ with gelatinous lube. Then slippery digits found their way between your legs. Closing your eyes, you leaned back against the pillows. Tomura licked his rough lips as soft thighs spread for his viewing pleasure.

Smooth but firm, you teased apart your folds, working your way towards your sensitive nub. The pad of your finger lifted hooded flesh, tickling the nerves with deep, slow swipes. Musky moisture pooled in your core as a low moan slipped from your swollen lips.

One finger dipped inside, tracing over stippled flesh as it followed the curve of your body. Your wrist ached, pressing your palm tight over your clit as needy hips rolled of their own accord. Your eyes squeezed shut. Tossing your head back against the side of the old bed, you pinched one pert nipple between your fingers.

“Tomura…”

At the sound of his name, Shigaraki’s hard teeth bit his thin lips to blood.

Groaning as your hand pulled away, you climbed to shaky legs before kneeling in the nest of bedding. Lowering yourself to your forearms, you shuffled back and reached behind your hips. False flesh slid between your thighs as one hand pressed it hard to your core. The dildo’s artificial skin puckered. Thighs clenched tight, you rode its length, letting all the world fade into the feel of its sultry friction between your legs. Your body quivered as gaze drifted into a glazed stare.

Tomura groaned, savoring the erotic sight. Positioned directly in front of his mirror, you glided across the toy. The teasing sway of your tits combined with occasional peaks at pebbled nipples was exquisite torture. A bead of thick pre-cum rolled down his fingers. His eyes never left your blissed out face.

Spreading your hips and squeezing your lips, you pressed the rounded head in between your folds. Tickling yourself with the tip left your body shaking with need. You sunk back, letting your new purchase worm its way past your entrance. Quivering hands fisted the blanket. When it dipped inside, your eyes went wide.

“T-Tomura!” you stuttered.

The toy’s delicious curve was well worth the trouble. It fit like a hand in a glove, following your body’s arch to that tender spot along the front of your pussy. Drool pooled at the corner of your lips as you leaned into the sensation, letting the veiny craftsmanship set your nerves ablaze. Slick fingers gilded across your clit as you rocked yourself back and forth between twin pleasures.

Shigaraki’s eyes bulged, following every nudge of your hip as you rode his pathetic replacement. Irritation bristled across his skin. He clenched his jaw, watching the toy with burning envy as it slipped in and out of your body. A steady stream of breathy curses poured from his mouth as he waited for the right words to come from yours.

“Tomura… ohmigosh Tomura!” you moaned. “Need your cock.”

Not yet. Not until you said it.

“Please! Please! Tomura! Ngnnn—w-want you so bad.”

So close! Too close!

As you bottomed out against the base, you let your tongue hang like a dog in heat. Saliva pooled at the tip before dripping onto the blanket below. Tomura’s nails raked the glass. The candle light flickered. You looked dead in the mirror and fixed him with a lust drunk smile.

“Take me, Tomura Shigaraki.”

All at once, a hard hand pinched your jaw. You glanced up, only to see a feral snarl. Massive, tombstone wide teeth flashed in the thin light. Pale waves of ghost white hair framed his heart shaped face. Blood dripped from his broken lip as he sneered down at your intoxicated smile.

“T-thought you’d never come…” you mumbled.

Red eyes glowed in the din. “Thought you’d never ask,” he snarked back.

In one smooth motion, Tomura dragged you to your wobbly feet. You stumbled into his chest. Wrapping his arm around your shoulders, he kicked the comforter aside. The mattress squeaked. One massive hand pressed your cheek first into the springs as the other hoisted your hips against his. “You know you really ticked me off, putting on a show like that.”

“S-sorry,” you muttered, scooting back against him. “Didn’t know what else to do…”

He rolled his eyes, slotting himself between your thighs. You gasped as cool, firm flesh clipped your raw clit. His hoarse voice growled in your ear. “No more games and no more toys. From here on in, the only one you wag your tail for”—a thick, cold weight pressed against your hot entrance—“is me.”

You nodded.

He chuckled, patting your cheek. “Good girl.”

Tomura canted his pelvis to meet you. One stroke at a time, he worked his way inside, spreading goosebumps along your skin. Icy fingers spread your lower lips, soothing your friction sore nub. Warm breath steamed from your every pant as your ghostly lover molded your pliant body to his cock. When he finally seated himself deep inside, an experimental roll of his hips left you writhing in the sheets.

“Oh no, no, no .” He taunted. “You’re not getting off that easy.”

Grasping the meat of your thighs, Tomura set a steady, bouncing pace. Every thrust pressed you deeper into slippery sheets. Your clit tingled. Crawling pleasure prickled up your nerves. His girth filled you to the brim, baring you to him in ways that set your skin ablaze. Soon, the rhythmic creak of the mattress was drowned out by mewling cries of unbridled ecstasy.

“Like that, do you?” he demanded, pressing into your farthest walls.

“Mmmm To-Tomura,” you moaned, arching your back. Another grind of his thick cock left you slurring your words “A-ah! L-love it!”

He leaned his weight forward, licking the shell of your ear. “Slut,” he rasped.

“D-on’t mind”— You buried your warm face in the bedding and grinned—“being your slut.”

With a curse, Tomura ripped himself out of your body. You flopped to the mattress with a confused whine before turning to face him. Before you could speak, he grabbed your shoulder and flipped you on your back. Cracked lips smashed against yours in a frenzied kiss. Cold hands dragged you over the side of the bed, as he hoisted your legs over his hips. When he broke the kiss, a skeleton wide grin split his face from ear to ear.

“Oh?” A creepy chuckle shook his chest. “Is that so?”

With a snap of his hips, Tomura buried himself deep in your cunt.

You yelped, clawing at his shoulders. Long hair tickled your cheek as he pressed his nose into your neck. Hard teeth nipped at the delicate skin. He reached between you, boney fingers toying with your clit. With a gasp, you writhed on his cock. His free hand cupped the back of your head, tilting your face.

“Take a look at how naughty you are,” he whispered.

When you saw yourself in the mirror, your breath caught in your chest. Though you could see him plain as day, there was no one reflected in the glass. Instead, your body hovered in midair, back curved and nipples tight. Between your thighs, glistening in the candlelight, your naked core clenched around nothing. Heat flooded your brain, torching all rational thought. You gulped.

Tomura turned your gaze back to him. Half-lidded eyes paired with his smug grin sent a shock of lust though your insides. He chuckled at your expression before rolling his hips again. When you gasped, he smothered it with another hungry kiss.

“Mine,” he growled.

Locking your hands beside your head, Tomura trailed his scratchy lips down the column of your neck. You whimpered, turning your cheek into the sheets. Squirming legs clamped to his sides. An eerie chuckle rumbled from his chest and he buried his nose in your hair. The wet smacks from each firm thrust filled the air like a lewd base beat. When he settled upon one particular motion, you choked on your own voice.

“Oh?” He sneered. “Here?”

Tomura leaned into you, rolling his head across your walls.

“T-Tomura!” you whined, arching your back.

A shiver wracked his body. “Again,” he commanded, pressing into the spot that left your vision swirling grey.

Your toes curled. “Tomur-ah!”

He sped the pace, pounding you against the sheets. The springs squeaked their protests but you couldn’t hear them over the sound of his feral panting. “Again!” he hissed.

Closing your eyes, you wrapped your legs around his back. “Tomura…” you moaned, pulling him tight against you.

Shigaraki swore again, wrapping his arms under your shoulders. Burying his face in your neck, his movements stuttered. Tingling waves of pleasure rippled down your thighs. You tensed, clamping your body down until the electric vibrations rattled your brain. He surged forward, pounding relentlessly into you.

“Gonna take my cum aren’t you? Take it like the good little slut you are."

As coarse white hair clipped across your swollen clit, your world swam behind blurry tears. Half formed thoughts slurred from puffy lips.“Want it. Want your cum so bad!”

Tinged with the taste of copper, his feverish kiss threatened to suffocate you. You tongue met his in an intoxicating dance. Saliva dribbled down your chin as your body coiled tighter and tighter. Just when you were about to snap, he whispered one final order:

“Say my name.”

“TOMURA!” you yelped as your world exploded into white hot bliss.

With a strangled grunt, Tomura emptied himself inside you. Out of breath and shaking, he collapsed on top of you, grinding his hips against you over sensitive skin. As his seed leaked around the sides of him, you pressed your forehead against his. Clammy skin met flushed flesh as you tried to still the spinning room around you.

Climbing to his elbows, Tomura swept the stray hairs away from your sweaty brow. A cruel cackle filled the room. Scarlet eyes gleamed with villainous mirth as he lifted your chin.

“Boo," he whispered.

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In Living Color

Chapter 12

Summary: When Natalie Marton, lead character designer for Buzz Lightyear, meets the voice of Buzz, Chris Evans, the sparks are undeniable. But when their work pushes them away from each other, both physically and emotionally, will the sheer differences between their worlds be enough to force them apart?

Pairing: Chris Evans x Pixar Animator OFC Natalie Marton

Word Count: 7,739

By: @k-evans-writes and @ourfinest-hour

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Warnings: None.

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September 17th, 2021

Nat turned off her car, practically vibrating with excitement. Her father, sisters, brother-in-laws, nieces, and nephew had just landed in Burbank and were closer to her than they’d been in months. It’d taken everything in her to not meet them at the airport, but instead she’d gone to Chris’ to help him get everything together for the afternoon and evening at his house while her family picked up their rental cars and made their way over.

It was the first time they’d meet Chris in anything except a phone call, and the first time he’d properly meet her father. She wasn’t nervous, but she couldn’t help but want it to go well. Her family and their approval meant the world to her, especially in the wake of Shane, but Chris had quickly begun to mean almost more than that, and she wanted nothing more than for this to go as she hoped.

She hopped out of the car and grabbed her bag before she headed inside, smiling to herself at the music already playing over his speakers and the sound of Dodger’s nails against the hardwood floors as he ran to greet her.

“Hi buddy! How’s my bubba?” She asked, crouching down to pet Dodger. The dog excitedly leaned up, kissing her cheeks.

She’d just stood up when Chris’ confused voice called out, asking, “Nattie? Is that you?”

“Yeah, it’s just me,” she replied, smiling to herself when Dodger went trotting back towards the kitchen, tail wagging excitedly.

She followed Dodger, smiling when she found Chris in the kitchen. “I thought you were going to meet your family at the airport?” He asked her as they moved towards each other, leaning down to peck her lips before they hugged.

“I was but then I figured I’d just come here,” she murmured, squeezing him before she moved away and put her bag down on a barstool. “I thought you might need some help getting things ready.”

Chris shrugged as he moved over to the stove, filling a pot of water and turning on the burner. “I think I’ve pretty much got everything,” he explained.

“It looks like it,” Nat smirked, eyes moving over the counter filled with paper bags. She peered into them, seeing snacks, boxes of macaroni and cheese, different condiments, and drinks – both child-friendly and adult. “Did you buy the whole grocery store?”

“I wanted to make sure everyone had what they liked. I got some chicken and burgers and things to grill, and then all the sides and everything are in the fridge,” he shrugged, an embarassed look on his face as he reached into the bag, pulling out both boxes of macaroni. “Oh and I remembered that you said Lily was really picky and only liked one kind of macaroni and cheese and I couldn’t remember if it was Kraft or Annie’s so I just got both.”

Nat watched as he kept talking, more to himself than her considering the way she completely ignored what he was saying. She couldn’t believe that he remembered that detail, that stupid, offhand detail she’d only mentioned while rambling one night during a phone call, when he was half-exhausted and walking onto set. He remembered everything she said, not only about herself, but about her family, despite having no real relationship with any of them yet, and tears threatened to spring to her eyes at that realization. When she realized he was holding the boxes in his hands and looking at her expectantly, she cleared her throat and told him, “Annie’s.”

“See, that’s what I thought but then when I was standing there looking at them, I kept second guessing myself,” he chuckled, shaking his head. He put the blue Kraft box to the side and pulled a second box of Annie’s out, moving back to the stove. The water was boiling already and he opened the purple boxes, carefully removing the cheese packets and dumped the pasta in, setting a timer before he turned back to the bags.

And although Chris kept talking, showing her the different snacks and food he bought, Nat found herself listening less to what he was directly saying and more in-tune with the fact that each and every thing that he was showing her was lovingly picked by him to make her family happy and comfortable when they came to meet him. He had gotten her favorite guacamole even though he didn’t like it, every kind of chips known to man for the kids, and had remembered that tiny detail she hadn’t even remembered mentioning that Lily had only liked one kind of boxed macaroni.

She knew that she caught him off guard at the end of his walk through of groceries when she simply told him, “I love you.”

“I think you’ve mentioned that before,” he smirked, his eyebrows waggling a little before he turned, putting a case of beers into the oversized fridge. “But I certainly don’t mind you saying it again.”

When he turned back around, she stepped towards him, reaching out a hand to take his as she repeated, “I love you, Chris.”

“I love you too,” he whispered, pressing his lips to hers. They pulled apart sooner than she wanted, but his eyes flickered to look at the buns on top of her head and he muttered, “Even if you look like Mickey Mouse right now.”

She stared at him, her jaw dropped as she insisted, “I thought they were cute!”

“I mean they’re cute,” he shrugged, frowning slightly before he laughed.

Nat just turned to stick her tongue out at him knowing that he was lying but all of it was quickly forgotten when he leaned in to kiss her once more before they fully focused on getting everything ready.

She was marinating the chicken and seasoning the burgers when the security system beeped, notifying them that someone was at the gate. Exchanging smiles, Nat quickly washed her hands and followed Chris to the door, opening the front door just as he unlocked the gate so her family could come in. He squeezed her hand before he walked back to the kitchen, giving her a moment with them.

Ella ran to Nat first, meeting her in the doorway as she hugged Nat’s midsection. “Auntie Nattie!” She excitedly said, squeezing Nat tightly.

“Ella!” Nat said, squeezing her eyes shut before she squatted down, looking at Ella with a grin. “I can’t believe you guys are here!”

Heather scoffed from behind her daughter, shifting the backpack on her shoulder. “Excuse me, we’re here too,” she reminded Nat, smirking when her sister met her eyes.

“It’s not my fault that Ella beat you in here!” Nat laughed, but stood to her full height after hugging Lily and Carson.

“Give us hugs too,” Heather grinned, reaching for her sister. Nat made her way around the group, hugging everyone, mindful of Alex’s pregnancy bump.

Ryan’s eyes were moving throughout the wide space behind her, almost in awe as he said, “This place is huge!”

“Yeah it is,” Alex chuckled, smiling as Dodger licked Carson’s cheeks. “Where is Chris anyway?”

“He’s in the kitchen,” Nat informed them, knowing he’d slipped away before they even reached the door. “Do you guys want to go meet him?”

With the open floor plan, Chris could hear everything from where he was piddling around in the kitchen pulling out some plates. He had wanted to give Nat a moment with her family, letting them have an uninterrupted moment together but hearing that they were headed toward him made Chris’ heart beat just a little bit faster when he heard the voices getting closer and closer.

Nat had just stepped around the corner of the short hallway, a smile on her face when she met Chris’ eyes while her arm was wrapped around Lily. “So everyone, this is Chris. And Chris, I think you indirectly know everyone,” she introduced him with a laugh.

He gave a short and admittedly awkward wave, then told them, “I’m really glad that all of you could come over.”

But Carson broke whatever tension was there when he excitedly said to Chris, without any hesitation, “I like your dog!”

“Well he’s going to be happy to have someone to play with him,” Chris grinned, high-fiving the three year old.

Ella turned to Nat, eyes wide as she asked her, “Can we go play in the pool?”

Chris laughed, and before long everyone split up, with Nat showing her sisters a guest room where they could get the kids changed for the pool and Eric, Ryan, and Zach hopped into helping Chris get dinner ready. He couldn’t help but laugh loudly when he watched Carson practically tear through the house, ready to go and bouncing excitedly by the wide glass doors until Nat took him outside, and soon enough everyone was out there, enjoying the pool and company while Chris and Zach split the grilling duties and the kids ate their macaroni and cheese and the just-delivered pizza.

“So now we finally know what movie stars' houses are like,” Heather smirked behind her beer as she leaned back in her chair.

Alex laughed, shaking her head and admitting, “It’s honestly exactly what I pictured. I knew there’d be a big pool.”

But Chris shrugged, shucking the attention as he turned to the grill and flipped the burgers as he said, “I don’t know that it’s that special. I think just about everyone in California has a pool.”

A tiny voice from the table piped up, and Chris smiled as he listened to Ella say, “Auntie Nat doesn’t.”

“Thanks for pointing that out, Ella,” Nat groaned playfully before she laughed.

“Yeah Ella you better be nice to Aunt Nattie because she’s getting us into Disneyland,” Eric smirked, laughing loudly when Nat smacked his arm lightly.

“I wasn’t being mean, I just said she doesn’t have a pool,” Ella shrugged, reaching for her slice of pizza and taking a bite of it.

Chris met Nat’s eyes from behind his dark sunglasses, raising an eyebrow and telling her, “You’re right Nat, she is going to give you a run for your money.”

The group laughed before they quieted down, listening to the kids chatter as they ate their pizza while wrapped up in their fluffy towels, Carson practically on his knees so he could reach the table. After handing his grandson another slice of pizza, Eric told Chris, “Next time we come down to do Disneyland, you need to come with us, Chris.”

He sighed, shaking his head. He knew they didn’t quite understand the logistics behind these things and why he declined much more than just him saying no, but he honestly told her father, “I wish I could this time, but I promise I will next time.”

“Are you joining us for anything else this week?” Ryan asked curiously, handing Zach plates for the chicken and burgers as the meat thermometers beeped.

“No, I’m actually flying back to Boston tomorrow to spend some time at home,” he explained. He’d chosen this weekend to go home with Dodger for a bit of time, spending the longest stretch of time at home with his family since January. He’d planned on being back more during the summer, but a curly-haired wrecking ball quickly threw all his plans to the wind. But with her family coming into town, and after a few hours of thinking, he’d decided it was probably time to go home for a while and to see everyone back in Massachusetts and check in on things out there.

“Well we’re glad you invited us over this evening,” Heather smiled, moving to help them while Eric and Nat quickly ran inside to grab the rest of the food before they joined them at the table. “And Lily is glad that you have her favorite mac and cheese.”

Chris smiled, not missing the tiny grin on Lily’s face directed towards him. “Oh I knew better than to mess with a girl and her favorite macaroni,” he laughed.

Once the food was passed around and the adults began eating while the kids started to play with some of the toys he’d gotten at Target in the yard, Nat spoke up, “Zach, I’ve been meaning to ask how your parents are doing since your grandma passed.”

“They’re doing alright. It’s hard but they’re doing pretty okay,” he shrugged, passing Alex the coleslaw and pickles.

But Alex quickly interjected, “Oh my god, Nat, did we tell you who we saw at the memorial service?”

“Who?” Nat asked with a furrowed brow, her elbow bumping Chris’ as she took a swig of her beer.

“Shane,” Alex simply replied.

Hearing that one name made Chris’ ears perk up as he glanced around the table. He hadn’t heard a lot about Nat’s ex, but knew enough to know that it hadn’t ended well and based on the looks on everyone’s faces, that only was confirmed. His eyes lingered for a moment on Eric, seeing the way he quietly was pushing some of the food around on his place, telling Chris that there were a lot of unresolved things there with him, and likely a lot of tongue-biting on Eric’s part since Shane and Zach were cousins. But the one thing that didn’t surprise Chris was how blunt Alex was about things, knowing from all the stories he’d heard from Nat that her middle sister pulled no punches, even when it came to family.

“Did he talk to you guys?” Nat asked, her voice much more restrained and cooler than it’d been all evening. Under the table, his hand found hers and gently held it, squeezing it gently as they listened to her family.

Heather shrugged, glancing around the table before she quickly checked on the kids, smiling at the sound of their laughter. “He avoided dad like the plague but he talked to Zach,” she told everyone.

The other Marton sister groaned, rolling her eyes as she reached for her water and telling them, “It’s honestly criminal that Zach has such a horrible cousin.”

Her husband looked at her with a frown, muttering, “Hey it’s not my fault I’m related to him.”

“I thought he was still in Europe,” Nat quietly said, her brows furrowed and jaw set tightly. She didn’t relax when Chris squeezed her hand again, hoping to reassure her but failing.

“He came back for the funeral and he brought his fiance,” Alex explained, before her eyes widened. “And Nat, she was wearing your ring.”

Nat’s face fell and Chris felt her tense, her hand slipping out of his grasp as she asked in disbelief, “What?”

“Yeah, she was wearing the same ring that you mailed back to him,” Alex informed her, shaking her head as she poured dressing over her salad. “I couldn’t even believe it.”

But Eric thankfully spoke up, his voice firm but calm as he pointed out, “Alex, I don’t think that Nat wants to hear about it and frankly neither do I,” and then managed to change the subject after taking a bite of his dinner, “Chris, this chicken is so good. You really did a great job with this.”

Chris laughed, shaking his head at Eric’s words. He was grateful for the change in conversation and confessed to the family, “I have about five things I can actually cook and this is one of them.”

As the conversation shifted, Chris let his arm snake around Nat’s shoulders, pulling her closer to press a soft kiss to her cheek to silently try to tell her that he was there for her, knowing that couldn’t have been an easy thing to hear. It pained him to hear these little tidbits of Nat’s past, knowing the pain it must have brought her, but although he knew that he couldn’t change any of that, he could help change her future and hoped that he already was.

Soon stories were being loudly retold around the table, causing Chris to crack up endlessly as they told story after story of Nat growing up, not a single one surprising him in the slightest. His gaze flickered over to the kids who were running around in the yard, Dodger chasing after them until Lily started hanging back from the group. He knew from what Nat had said that Lily was the shy one of the group and he recognized from his own moments in childhood that she was running out of energy and needed some space.

Chris watched her stand by the edge of the grass just watching her sister and cousin for a while before quietly walking over and making her way to Nat’s chair. It warmed his heart to see Nat instinctively slide her chair back, opening her arms for Lily as the little girl climbed up on her lap to snuggle in. He saw the way Nat’s tense shoulders relaxed the moment Lily was in her arms, any lingering emotions from the Shane conversation finally wiped from her mind as she focused all her energy on making sure Lily was okay. And that, to him, was Nat in a nutshell. She’d light herself on fire to keep others warm, repress anything just to make sure you felt okay. And while it was to a fault sometimes, here it was nothing more than pure love for her little niece.

Nat rested her chin on top of Lily’s head, listening to the story Ryan was telling before kissing the top of Lily’s head while she squeezed her softly. Chris saw the way that Lily was shyly glancing at him, making Chris smile at her as she buried her face back into Nat’s chest. He was content to leave her alone, knowing that she’d need time to warm up to him but Nat was the one who gently pushed her as she said, “Lily, did you know that Chris is the one who got you your favorite macaroni and cheese?”

At Lily’s nod, Heather spoke up from next to Nat, asking, “Lily, what do you say to Chris?”

“...Thank you,” Lily whispered, her green eyes tentative as they met his before they darted away.

Chris smiled, glancing down at the beaded bracelets on her little wrists, spelling out her name and some other words. “Lily, I like your bracelets. Did you make those?” He asked, pointing to them.

“Mhmm,” she nodded, her hand moving to fiddle with them anxiously.

“You should tell Chris what you got for Christmas last year,” Nat murmured, gently prodding her.

“I got a, a big box of beads,” she told Chris, her eyes wide as he listened to her.

“And she made all kinds of bracelets. She even made me a necklace with my name on it,” Nat added, Chris smiling at the girl. He already knew about the necklace, having asked about it during a random FaceTime call over the summer, but he knew Nat was simply trying to get Lily to open up a bit more.

“Oh you know what? Lily, I’ve seen your Aunt Nattie wear that necklace so many times. She really loves it,” he told the girl, eyes wide. His smile grew as Lily looked up at him, surprised he’d seen it before.

Nat tilted her head down, moving her left hand to rest on Chris’ arm as she told her niece, “Lily, did you see that Chris is wearing bracelets too? They even have beads like yours.”

Lily’s eyes moved down to the black and red bracelets on his wrists, Chris moving his arms so she could have a closer look. After a moment’s scrutiny with a frown and furrowed brows, her green eyes lifted to look between her aunt and Chris, and she pointed out to them, “They’re not sparkly though.”

“No, they don’t have those cool rainbow sparkly beads like yours do,” Chris sighed, shrugging forlornly. “You’re a pretty good artist, Lily. You make some pretty bracelets.”

The little girl smiled at his praise, sitting up a little straighter and admitting, “I want to be an artist like Auntie Nattie.”

“Remember what I told you Lily, you’re already an artist,” Nat corrected gently.

Lily nodded seriously and Chris smiled at her, saying, “I’d like to see more of your drawings and jewelry sometime if you wouldn’t mind showing me, Lily.”

“Okay,” she nodded, smiling at him before her eyes dropped back down to the bracelets on their arms.

The rest of the evening passed quickly, with one last dip in the pool before the kids, shivering from the evening air, had popsicles while sitting wrapped up in their towels. As Carson’s yawns grew too frequent to ignore, Nat helped Heather usher the kids off to a guest room with Zach right behind them while Eric insisted on helping in cleaning up despite Chris’ protests.

With Alex being uncomfortably pregnant, she stayed in her spot and worked on sealing up the bags of chips and stacking plates, Ryan started stacking up the extra chairs and Eric brought in a stack of dishes behind Chris. He put his stack in the sink while telling Eric he could leave them right on the counter, but Eric just ignored him and pulled open the dishwasher to start loading them in.

“Eric, you really don’t need to do that,” Chris told the older man quietly, glancing to the side as he began handwashing some of the grilling utensils. “Nat and I will take care of it later.”

But Eric simply shrugged, insistent as he suggested, “Or I could just do it now so you don’t have to do it later.”

Chris frowned, shaking his head to himself as he continued washing the tongs and placed them on the dish rack. “My Ma would be very unhappy if she knew I was letting a guest do any work,” he admitted.

“Good thing she doesn’t know then,” Eric joked, making Chris chuckle. After a few moments of silence while Chris continued washing the dishes and Eric reached for the next stack of plates, loading the dishwasher, her father added, “I’m sure she’ll be happy you’re going home tomorrow.”

“Oh she is, and I am too,” Chris confessed while he placed the dish brush down, then pumped soap into his hands and began washing them. “I love being home in Massachusetts more than anything. I was supposed to be home all summer after shooting in Europe but that obviously didn’t happen.”

Eric nodded to himself before a small smirk appeared on his lips and he shut the dishwasher softly. “Well I know someone that you made very happy by being in California,” he told Chris.

Chris was unable to help the smile that spread across his lips, confessing to the man, “She’s not the only one who’s happy about it.”

“You know Chris, when I was flying down here this morning, I was sitting on the plane thinking about this spring when I came to visit Nat,” Eric began, his voice low as he looked around the wide space, his eyes eventually locking onto the dark view outside of the home, overlooking the twinkling city of Los Angeles, occasionally glancing to Ryan and Alex as they cleaned up outside. He was quiet, quiet enough that the kids' shouts echoed throughout the home, but soon he admitted, “And I know I worry way too much about my girls, especially Nattie, but I just remember going home and feeling really unsettled about seeing just how lonely Nat was.”

Chris’ brow furrowed as he listened to Eric speak, asking, “She was?”

“I think with her breaking off her engagement early last year and then being home with us because of Covid, and now being back to work… Well, I think it was a hard adjustment. I know it wasn’t easy on her,” Eric shook his head, staring at his feet as he sighed, then he finally lifted his eyes to meet Chris’ from where they stood just a few feet apart, the small of his back against the marble counters while Eric leaned against the island. “And I guess what I’m trying to say is that coming back here today, I can see just how happy Nat is and I know a lot of that is thanks to you.”

Chris felt himself shrink under the man’s praise, shrugging sheepishly as he divulged, “I’m not so sure about that, but I’d like to think I’m adding something to her life.”

But Eric nodded confidently as he stared at Chris, making the younger man fidget under his gaze, instead focusing on Dodger as the dog wandered through the house and down the hall to find Nat. “Judging by the look in Nattie’s eyes, I can tell you’re adding a lot,” Eric murmured.

And that one simple statement was enough to have Chris’ heart feeling warm from the inside out. He knew that Nat hadn’t been alone in struggling after starting to slowly come out of the pandemic. It had been a chance to look at things differently and see what really was important in life. He knew how much it had adjusted his own priorities and it seemed it had done the same for Nat, but he was thankful for every bit of it, knowing that all of it had helped in leading them together.

But with how anxious Chris’ brain had been lately, he couldn’t help but have so many doubts. He had churned over and over in his mind how he possibly could be doing any good for Nat. How his life would only bring stress, publicity, and chaos to the life of someone – and her family – who wasn’t used to dealing with any of it. Chris knew he loved Nat with his whole heart, and knew that was only growing all the time, but in his inner turmoil the past few weeks he could only see what Nat brought to his life, and felt like he wasn’t bringing anything but negative to hers.

All those thoughts had been swirling in his mind and then adding on the fact that her family was coming had only added to his anxiety. It wasn’t that he hadn’t looked forward to meeting them all, and in fact quite the opposite, but he knew how much the Marton family had gone through together in losing their mom and wife. He knew just how tight they all were, being so connected to one another and making their approval of him only more important because of the importance of them all in Nat’s life. But hearing Nat’s only parent assure Chris that he had been good to Nat, that he had made her happy, that he had made her feel loved, did more for his heart than he even knew.

As if Eric could somehow seem to read his mind, Chris felt a hand on his shoulder, bringing him back out of his thoughts as he looked at Eric’s kind face smiling at him, reminding him so much of Nat in that moment. Feeling the deep emotions stinging at his heart, Chris couldn’t help but reach out and wrap his arms around the older man, sharing a hug with him as an unspoken connection between them was felt. When they let go of one another, Eric patted Chris’ shoulder before turning his head to look at Carson who had just wandered into the kitchen wearing his soft pajamas and hair wet.

“Are we ready to go, buddy?” Eric asked, giving his grandson a knowing smile.

Chris chuckled when Carson just yawned while nodding, as if to prove his point. As the rest of the kids straggled out of the guest room with Zach and Nat, Chris, Eric, and Carson headed towards the front door, Alex and Ryan came in from outside, heading to the door to grab their things and help the kids into their shoes before they turned to Chris and Nat.

A loud chorus of goodbyes and “Nice to meet you!”’ were echoed by the door as hugs were exchanged by everyone before they filed out, soon leaving only Chris and Nat together while Dodger walked around their feet to head toward his dog bed in the living room, tired from all the energy he spent from playing with the kids. With Chris going to head back to Boston the following day, Nat had chosen to spend her night here and meet up with her family the next morning, and although Chris had told her not to worry about it, he couldn’t help but feel happy about it now that he got to have his Nattie all to himself.

They cleaned up the last remnants of the evening together before they shut off the lights, heading down the hallway together with Dodger in tow. The dog hopped onto the bed and got comfortable while Chris and Nat headed into the bathroom, then the closet, to get changed for bed. He pulled his tee shirt up and over his head then tossed it to the laundry basket just as Nat, who was slipping on a pair of loose shorts and a baggy shirt, murmured, “Just so you know, you were a hit with my family.”

He looked up at her with a grin, standing up straighter as he slipped his shorts off and put them in the basket as well. “I sure hope so,” he admitted, shaking his head as he followed her into the bathroom and reached for his toothbrush while she began washing her face.

“Trust me, you were,” she insisted, leaning over the sink as she used the bottle of cleanser.

But Chris rolled his eyes, meeting her gaze in the wide mirror as he stubbornly reminded her, “It was Annie's macaroni and cheese. That did all the heavy lifting.”

“That sure did go a long way both with Lily and Heather,” Nat whispered as she patted her face dry, then reached for her own toothbrush. She squeezed toothpaste onto the brush while she met his eyes as he rinsed off his own brush and put it back in the stand, quiet as she added, “And me.”

He gave her a wry look and smirked as he leaned his hip against the countertop, crossing his arms over his chest. “Wait a minute, I thought I already won you over,” he told her, eyes on her as she brushed her teeth and shrugged innocently at him.

“Jury’s still out on that one,” she finally answered with a laugh, making his come out too just as she turned off the toothbrush, rinsing her mouth and the brush out before she reached for the container of moisturizer and started applying it. “Seriously though Chris, thank you for being so good to my family. And especially for how sweet you were to Lily.”

Chris shrugged, pursing his lips. He’d only wanted Lily to feel comfortable and safe there, not on edge and unsafe. He’d heard snippets of stories and one-sided conversations from Nat about the little girl and had an inkling of what was going on, but he wasn’t prepared for just how adorably attached she clearly was to her aunt. “She’s a sweet kid. It was cute seeing how much she loves you,” he told Nat with a faint smile as his eyes followed her as she finished up her routine.

“The fact she even spoke to you was huge,” Nat told him through a yawn, stepping back from the vanity and leading him out of the bathroom and into his room. He crossed the room to shut the curtains before he made his way to the bed, where Nat was sitting at the head with Dodger curled up next to her while she rubbed lotion onto her hands. Chris declined her silent offer of the lotion, instead laying across the foot of the bed on his side and watching her. She surprised him when she spoke up, her voice small as she confessed to him, “She’s had a lot of social anxiety and it’s been… really hard. She’s struggled a lot and it’s been so hard on Heather and Ryan because they’re trying to help her but it’s just tough.”

“I understand that. My anxiety was bad as a kid too,” Chris whispered as he nodded.

“Really?” Nat asked, eyebrows raised as she looked at him. At his nod, her shoulders slouched and she told him, “I’m so sorry, baby. I didn’t realize you struggled with it that long.”

Chris shrugged, running a hand through his dark hair and said, “I had a great family that helped me, and Lily does too so I know she’ll be okay.”

“We’re all so worried about her, but seeing that she opened up to you a little bit was really sweet,” Nat murmured, smiling at the memory.

“I’m glad she felt comfortable with me,” Chris spoke honestly, but then he quieted down as he looked at her carefully. “Are you okay, Nat?”

She furrowed her brows and tilted her head at him, curious as she asked, “Why do you say that?”

He shrugged, knowing there was a frown on his face as he looked down at the duvet, pulling off a loose thread. “You seemed a little thrown off when Alex brought up Shane, so I just wanted to see if you were alright,” he shrugged, glancing up at her eyes quickly.

Nat frowned, her eyes locked on Dodger as the dog moved his head onto her lap. Her hand moved back and forth over his head, avoiding the question as she smiled faintly at Dodger’s tiny sounds of contentment. Finally, she lifted her shoulders in a half-shrug, chuckling softly before she gave Chris some insight and explained, “Well I certainly wish that Alex hadn’t just blurted that out in front of everyone, especially you, but that’s just Alex. She has no filter ever.”

He raised an eyebrow at her, giving her a pointed look while he asked, “Oh because you do?”

“I have more than Alex does!” She laughed, leaning back against the fluffy oversized pillows as she smiled at him.

“Seriously though babe, that was kind of rough,” he leveled, watching her carefully. “It’s okay if you’re not feeling alright.”

“I don’t even know,” she admitted quietly, staring down at Dodger as she thought. His eyes fell to the beloved dog as well, watching as Dodger’s blinks grew longer and slower until he fell asleep in Nat’s lap. “I feel like I’ve worked through so many of the emotions of that and it doesn’t really bother me, but kind of makes me feel… I don’t know… weird at times I guess.”

“Well I’m here to listen if you want to talk about it,” he offered, trying to not push the subject and following her lead. “I’m a pretty good listener.”

“Says who?”

“Fuck off,” he smirked, laughing as she kicked his thigh lightly. “I’m being serious Nattie, you can always talk to me.”

Nat quieted, and Chris could see the wheels turning in her mind before she finally admitted, “...I don’t even know where I’d start.”

“Just start at the beginning,” he suggested, voice low and calm.

“When Alex and Zach got married, I met Shane at their wedding. We danced a lot and talked and really seemed like we connected,” Nat explained, sliding her right leg closer and bending it until she could rest her chin on top of her knee. Chris’ left hand landed on her left ankle, thumb moving over the skin there as he listened to her words patiently. “He lived in Seattle then but a few months after he ended up moving to California for work.”

“Is that when you guys started dating?” Chris gently asked, hoping his questions wouldn’t be unwelcomed.

But she nodded, explaining, “Yeah, he called me up and told me that he’d moved and so we got together and that was that.”

“How long were you together? It was a while, wasn’t it?” He asked, knowing he remembered the few conversations he’d had, both with Nat and with others, about Shane, but never recalling a number. His thumb kept moving along its path across her skin, his hand squeezing her ankle comfortingly.

“Almost five years,” she supplied before she took a deep breath. “I feel like things were fine for a while, but the deeper we got in, the more we just didn’t see eye to eye.”

“Like in what, babe?” He asked, brow furrowing. His thumb paused in its path, instead tapping as he thought. “Like in what you wanted out of the relationship?”

“Yeah and just like… I don’t know, I guess our roles? Or what we expected,” she struggled to explain, shrugging as her hand slipped off of Dodger and began fidgeting. “I’ve always been pretty independent-”

He couldn’t help himself as he drawled, “Really, I couldn’t have guessed that one.”

“I thought you said you were going to listen to me?”

“I am, I am, I’m just teasing,” he assured her, grinning a little. “Did Shane not like how independent you were?”

“I wouldn’t say he didn’t like it, I’d say more that he didn’t understand it,” she clarified, just before a look of insecurity – one he’d never seen before on her face – appeared and she cleared her throat. “I think he just didn’t understand how much I love my job. I mean, art is not just my job, it's who I am in so many ways and I think that just wasn’t something he could wrap his mind around.”

He squeezed her ankle again, thankful he could reach even just a little bit of her as his thumb resumed its path. “I get that. It’s the same with acting and how much of that creative appetite just really runs your decisions and what you want to do,” he tried to explain.

“Exactly, and Shane is pretty much the opposite of that,” Nat told him, frowning through a sigh. “And it’s not like that’s bad, in fact, I think Shane’s a lot more stable and steady than I’ll ever be, but he just didn’t get me and more than that, it just felt like he didn’t want to.”

“I’m sure that got worse the longer it went on.”

Nat nodded, glancing back down at Dodger as she lifted her chin off of her knee and wrapped her arms around herself. “It did, and then Shane just would start dismissing a lot of my thoughts or feelings. If I was upset or just feeling really down about just life or my art or things like that, he’d usually tell me I was being dramatic and told me I needed to get a grip on things better. And some of that was probably true, I mean, I know I can be dramatic-”

“Having feelings isn’t being dramatic,” Chris interrupted, knowing there must be a scowl on his face. “Even if they are a little blown out of proportion at times, you’re still feeling it at that moment and having someone tell you to just calm down doesn’t help.”

“It pretty much does the opposite,” Nat agreed, huffing. “But I just felt like he was always rolling his eyes at me. There were just always those ‘Oh Nat,’ type comments that just felt…shitty.”

“Nattie,” he murmured, his heart shattering at her confession.

“But some of it was my own fault. I mean, I’m the one who chose to stay with him. I felt that’s all I deserved so I put up with it and that’s on me.”

Chris shook his head, wanting nothing more than to be able to show that piece of shit how he’d made Nat feel. “You still didn’t deserve to be made to feel that way though,” he insisted.

“Yeah, I guess it’s just complicated. I agree that he shouldn’t have treated me that way, but I also never put a stop to it,” Nat explained, tightening her hold on herself. “I think the part that gets complicated is that Shane wasn’t a horrible person. He’s actually a really nice guy and we had a lot of good times together. I think that’s what made it more confusing.”

Chris knew what she meant, that it was hard to reconcile that someone could be great, while also making her feel like shit, and likely having to explain it to people, having to explain it to someone who only saw the best in them. “I can understand that. If it was all bad, I’m sure you would have left,” he reasoned.

“I think really the bottom line is that I felt tolerated by Shane. I never felt like he actually enjoyed me if that makes sense.” Nat finally said, an arm moving from her torso to hold in mid-air, waving vaguely. “I felt like he put up with me and loved me in spite of myself, rather than loving me for who I was and I accepted that because I felt that’s all I’d get. I never felt like someone would actually like me, so the fact he put up with me was what I felt like I deserved.”

“But you don’t Nat. You should never settle for someone who doesn’t love you for who you are.”

“I know, but when you don’t think there’s much to love about yourself, that’s what you’ll accept,” Nat confessed, her eyes breaking from his own to glance at Dodger again. “And I think throughout the last year or two of our relationship I really started to see that. I realized that I couldn’t ask someone else to love a person that I didn’t love. I always hated what made me different rather than celebrating the beauty of that.”

She was quiet as she stared at the sleeping dog, and Chris let her work through her thoughts, quietly waiting for her to be comfortable enough to share them with him, even if she was still scared. “And as I got a healthier self view, I saw how unfulfilling that relationship was but I wasn’t ready to just throw the towel in yet. And some things did get better and I thought we were going in a little better direction and we were engaged, but then he got a job in Europe and just expected me to move,” she finally admitted through a whisper.

His eyebrows rose quickly and he scowled, almost scoffing as he asked, “Seriously?”

“Yeah, he just didn’t even give it a thought and he got mad when I didn’t want to give up my job and everything I worked for and I knew that was it,” she shrugged, her arm moving back to hug herself again. “We had a huge fight and he left for Europe and told me if I came to my senses I could come to Europe but I just mailed him the ring and that was that.”

“Nattie,” Chris breathed, shaking his head as he struggled to find the words to convey what he was thinking. “I’m so sorry that happened to you, but I’m so proud of you for standing up for yourself and all the incredible things you’ve accomplished and worked for.”

She nodded and swallowed, breaking their eye contact again to stare at her legs, admitting, “That was the moment that I realized he didn’t love me for who I was and I was ready to let go at that point.”

“That’s always a good feeling though, to know that it was time to walk away and feel confident in your decision,” he pointed out, wanting nothing more than to wrap her up in his arms, but knowing she was okay, she was here, with him, hopefully not feeling any of these things. She was safe, loved, and happy, and he’d keep it that way forever if it was up to him.

“I’ve really changed a lot through all of it and honestly when I look back at it, I see how I’m such a different person on the other side of that and I don’t know if I would have gotten to the place I’m at emotionally if I hadn’t,” Nat finally recalled, a smile on her lips for the first time in nearly thirty minutes. “It really made me own who I was and learn to like Natalie Marton.”

His lips twitched into a grin and he met her eyes, admitting, “Well I’m glad you do, because I like Natalie Marton a lot.”

She rolled her eyes playfully, cocking her head to the side and sighing, “Sometimes I do still wonder why.”

“I’ll be there in those moments to remind you, because I love you Nattie. I love you so much more than I knew I could love someone,” he told her without an ounce of hesitation. “Loving you is the easiest thing I’ve ever done.”

Her eyes welled up with tears and he hesitated for a moment, unsure what she’d want, but when a sob left her lips, he crawled up the bed, settling on the empty space to her right and pulling her into him. He shushed her, holding her as the tears flowed from her eyes. Chris rubbed his hands up and down her back, feeling her nuzzle her face into the crook of his neck as she clung to him and cried.

But he was content to just hold her, comforting her in any way he could, knowing that these tears weren’t of raw pain, but rather from Nat finally getting to let out all of these feelings she’d likely been holding onto in pieces for years. She finally was able to put it all together and let it out, and nothing had made Chris feel more honored than being the one she confided in. Nothing had him more honored than to know she was finally letting go of that hurt, that she felt safe enough to finally do so, and he hoped she’d always feel not only safe, but secure enough to tell him anything. He couldn’t imagine how it’d felt to carry all of this alone for nearly six years, the course of their relationship and the year-long period it’d been since it’s dissolution, but as he pressed a kiss to her cheek, wiping her tears away one more time, he felt grateful that she loved him enough to share the load with him.

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