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