#ITS ALL OVER MY FYP HELP

[maplebitts]

It came to me in a dream

[lesbianasfuckwomen]

Imagine this

Your playing fnaf and all the lights go out (in the game)

but instead of hearing the traditional Freddy theme. (Hor hor hor)

you hear

[phleurtation]

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𝐏𝐔𝐍𝐂𝐓𝐔𝐀𝐋.

sylus x fem!reader 905 words [ M ] mild choking, fingering you’re uncertain of the dress; he’s uncaring of the event.

how does one write for something that they don’t play? i played for 30 seconds, didn’t realize it was a fighting game, and haven’t tried to continue since well, tiktok pushed sylus onto my fyp and now here i am 162654628 videos later. this is a smol, meaningless writing piece but i’ve been in a writing slump for months and this is my attempt in crawling my way out :)

“Red is certainly your color, kitten.”

You eye your reflection in the floor-length mirror, catching Sylus’s words as he so obviously ogles at you from several feet away. You turn slowly from side to side to better judge the form-fitting dress, one of his many luxurious gifts to you, and you don’t realize that you’re giving him a show as well.

The red satin drapes down your figure, passing your feet and hitting the wood floor. Thin, red straps sit securely over your shoulders, a layer of black lace underneath the dress diffusing the exposure that the sweetheart neckline could’ve given your chest. The last gown granted quite the exposure of your leg with its long slit. Your remark must’ve been perceived as a challenge to Sylus because this one has two equally scandalous slits that start from the middle (perhaps a smidge above the middle) of your thigh, the fabric parting graciously to a view of your legs in the prettiest black garter socks and heels.

“You think so?,” you mutter while turning around to inspect the back of your dress.

You can’t help but peer at his reflection in your peripheral vision. His deep, red eyes scan down your figure. Having the undivided attention of your partner, even if it’s just the two of you in the room, sometimes makes you feel more vulnerable than being in public—in the eyes of dozens and hundreds of people. More vulnerable than being in the vicinity of rabid wanderers.

You turn your head to meet his gaze. Unfazed from being caught staring, he smiles wider, his brows raising as he fixes his posture. He gestures you forward with a curl of his fingers.

”Come here.”

“We’re going to be late,” you refute meekly, in contrast with your feet taking you towards him in calculated steps.

Your breath is caught in your throat when he yanks you down on him. You take a less than graceful fall on him, but he catches you with ease. He positions you on his lap and pivots you to face the mirror. Rather than just a reflection of you judging the way the dress fits on you, you’re greeted with a reflection of his broad stature looming behind you, a devious smile marring his sculpted features as his hands smooth down your thighs.

”There are more… important things to take care of first,” he mutters in your ear.

A chill rushes down your spine. The man is predictable. Predictably feral. Subtle yet obnoxious, and he surprises you every time regardless of how often you can predict his next move. His intentions are consistent. He may seem like he’s all words, but he is equally all action.

”Do you not like it, sweetie?”

Your lips part to answer but the hand that finds its way around the base of your neck steals your words. He squeezes gently just to hush you, the lewd scene playing out in front of your very eyes successfully drawing your coherent thoughts to a close. You found drawbacks on your outfit but he seems to think otherwise as he tosses the lightweight fabric aside, fully opening the long slit of your dress and exposing your flimsy, lace panties that he chose for you.

Fingertips press between your thighs. They draw up the dark fabric, tracing the length of your slit while his mouth draws possession of your shoulder. His grip tightens ever so slowly, a move that almost goes undetected since you’re only focused on the way he touches. Light as a feather.

A rarity to him.

He usually doesn’t spare you a second to react or counter, but his pace is calculated this time. It’s almost agonizing as you’re burning for him. You’re not one to be late to an event—certainly not one as big as this one—but your concerns are nowhere to be found as his fingers dip a little more past your lips. You squirm uncomfortably as warmth floods the pit of your tummy. You feel hot and bothered, and the wetness can no longer be ignored as it stains your panties.

”D-Do you like it?”

He chuckles. “What kind of silly question is that?”

The growing hardness pitted against your ass is difficult to ignore. If he’s not showing or reacting, he’ll reassure. In this case, he does all three.

”I like you in anything and everything.”

You don’t realize how far you’ve ascended on cloud nine until his hand loosens around your neck. Only then do you register the marks that he’s left on your shoulder.

”But mostly nothing.”

He pushes your panties aside, exposing your warm flesh to the cold environment. You hum as you feel his touch on your skin where you need him most.

”Since you’re concerned about us being late, let’s not take too much time… sweetie.”

Thick, long fingers slide inside you, granted by your ample wetness. He delves deep, knuckles grazing your slit and blurring your conscience. You don’t even wait for him to tell you to open your legs wider. You crave for his touch to consume you, naturally leading you to do such a thing despite how late you already are.

”Sylus—,” you gasp as he squeezes the base of your neck.

”You’re so pretty,” he groans.

Your squirming stirs up the slightest friction against his erection. He holds still for you first—his priority.

You shudder. “Please…”

”Don’t worry. I’ll give you what you deserve.”

[kiidwritings]

🐾 weird quirks cat hybrid! 141 + könig do

word count; 4744. tags/warnings; cat!hybrid 141. maybe ooc. KONIG IS NOT PART OF 141 but he is here for funsies lol. konig is fat both in human form and cat i dont make the rules. failed attempts at writing a scottish accent sorry 😿. no beta read. possible grammatical errors. lmk if anything else!

a/n: (rewriting this cuz tumblr is a bitch, dont tell me "draft saved!" when it clearly fucking didn't) anyways I LOVE HYBRID AUS I WISH I WAS PART ANIMAL RAAAHHH!! i forgot when i started this but it was definitely way after i discovered hallohello's cat cafe au on ao3. i see a lot of silly cat tiktoks on my fyp, so each character (except price, sorry peepaw ;-;) has a video linked) i did extensive research (not rlly lol) into what type of cat they'd all be cuz im insane and love cats meow :3 edit 12/24/24: holy fuck uhh hi. school started when i was like 70% finished the art for this and so im just now posting it here. im no longer fixated on cod so this'll probably be my last cod writing ough. plz enjoy anyways

pawprint divider by @/saradika-graphics. banner art by me! inspired by @/i-am-hungry-24-7 's cod cat cafe au

pairing(s): poly! cat hybrid! 141 + konig x gn!reader, platonic cat!hybrid price + reader

READ ON AO3!!

Price

If they were wolves, Price’d be the alpha no doubt

He’s the dominate male of 141 (duh, he’s the captain), not only keeping the boys in line, but also you

Just like an actual father, he gives you disappointed looks in both human and cat form when you do something even slightly against his wishes

Woke up late for work? Disappointed sigh

Fell for Soap’s pleads for more treats? A disappointed glance

He’s favorite way of spending time with you outside of going out to eat or maybe a shopping trip together was by sitting with you whenever you do work. Whether it's on your lap (which actually helps with your posture), behind your laptop, or even the majority of the time, watching the screen as you type away at some document.

Its both a blessing and a curse because he keeps you focused…even when you just wanna scroll on your phone for five minutes, he’s putting a paw on ur hand and giving you that disappointed cat dad look

You had a backload of documents and work related to the cafe that you’d been putting off but the guilt was eating away at you like a child quickly makes do with a candy bar, so instead of snuggling with Soap and Gaz on the couch to binge watch a show that took you forever to finally start up, you were sat at your desk, fingers flying across your keyboard as you inputted this month’s numbers into an excel sheet. Price, layed with his chin against his chest next to you, his ginormous and fluffy body splayed out upon the darkened wood and some extra papers you’d have to shimmy out from under him later. (Being that big made it hard to fit into places thinner cats usually could.)

You had been working for sometime now, making sure to stretch and take water breaks in between…but, all the numbers and math on your laptop screen were blurring in your head and your eyes were straining! You needed more than 5 minutes away from your screen.

With a groan, you crack your joints and lean back against the cushions of your chair. Price’s ear swiveled in your direction and he cracked an eye open. His bushy tail flicked and he left out a yawn, showing off his great fangs before shuffling around more comfortably, slowly morphing into a loaf.

You smiled and gave him a scratch behind the ear, which was met with a low rumble of purring and a tilt of his head. With your other hand, you grabbed your phone (which had been on do not disturb) and read through any notifications you got within the last three hours.

You took your hand away from Price and began to reply back to a text. He fully opened his eyes and glanced over at you. With your phone in hand, you were now hunched a bit using your elbows to keep you propped up on the desk.

Price let out a small sigh and stretched himself, back arching upwards.

Your text message conversation was obstructed by a large brown paw placing itself on your screen. You looked up and Price was staring at you with his brown eyes, pupils expanding and his ears swerving to the sides. He lets out a crunchy meow, a warning.

“What? I’ve been working for like three hours straight, don’t I deserve an actual break?” You huffed. His paw stayed and he squinted his eyes at you, before giving a slow blink. You slowly blinked back.

You knew he was just being the father figure that he was, watching out for the ones he loves, but you wanted to doomscroll dammit!...just as a little treat.

Price finally removed his paw before jumping down from the desk (his tail brushing against your nose and causing you to sputter). He looked back at you as you stared from your desk chair. You knew what that meant- he wanted you to follow him. With a sigh and a small smile, you got up from your chair, feeling how heavy your limbs got from sitting still for all that time. 

With a pleased mreow, he led you into the living room before stretching himself up to the twine pole on the cat tree. Ah, he wanted you to stretch too!

Remembering some warmups from your Sunday yoga class, you felt your joints pop and muscles strain as you stretched your achy body.

Once satisfied, he jumps atop the couch and slow-blinks at you again. You join him, lying down and staring up at him. He continues to purr as he lets his tail slump down and brush against your nose again, causing you to erupt with giggles.

Soap

Out of all five cats, Soap had to be the most chaotic one.

Whether it was failing to jump from one perch to another and pouting about it, getting bopped in the head by Ghost, or his meows that lasted so long you’d wonder how strong his little kitty lungs were, he was definitely the one who got the most attention for his silly antics at the cafe

He was like this even in his human form, he’s following you around the apartment, chatting away or always keeping a hand on your figure (it was no doubt his love language was physical affection, you had so many pictures of him all snuggled up with the others)

Whenever you found something that triggered a silly response, you would milk it till it became a new normal 

But one thing that’ll never get old is his reaction to butt scratches... 

When the weather was bad, the cafe was usually pretty quiet. Few customers came in and the cats were rather calm. Price took his usual spot upon the highest wall perch, Gaz was grooming himself and purring at people’s feet, Ghost was helping in the back, König would occasionally stick his head out from his little hiding box, and Soap was unusually sleepy. He’d let himself get fonded over, meow a bit, try and rile up the other, but he mostly lounged around. You could see in his little cat face that something was up. 

He slacked a bit when it came to helping clean up after closing and upon returning to the apartment, flopped down on your bed. With his face fully engulfed in the pillow, he seemed dead to the world. Kyle made a teasing remark which was only met with an exaggerated groan and a sad flick of his tail.

Everyone else had gone to do their own things; Price went home, Kyle and Ghost were on the couch watching TV with König (still in his cat form) lounging on the latter’s lap, purring up a storm.

“You haven’t been yourself today, Johnny. What’s wrong?” You ask, slipping into some lightweight sweatpants and sitting next to his figure on the bed. His cat ears flick up and towards you and he let out another groan and turned his head towards you. Johnny’s got that look on his face, it's different from his pleading pouts- which never falls you make you fold for him. 

No, this look is exhaustion, like he’s been drained of all his usual boyish enthusiasm. Like he can’t find a reason to get out of bed. There’s no usual purr resounding from his chest or a mischievous glint in his eyes, in fact, they looked clouded with depression like the sky outside, focused on nothing in particular.

Your heart ached from him. Seasonal depression was a bitch. When the seasons shifted and the clouds lingered in the sky more than you would like, it made the world seem less enjoyable. Constant rain made you want to sit in bed all day and binge eat and when the snow fell from the sky like flour through a sifter, you couldn’t even bring yourself to open the blinds, knowing the sight of the powdery white clinging to buildings would send your mind spiraling.

Not only that, but the dreary weather caused his knee to act up, like the joints were stuck together no matter what stretches he did.

You climbed into bed behind Johnny and wrapped your limbs around him, giving him a squeeze. His tail snaked around your leg and you felt his body relax. The added warmth was what you and Johnny needed to fend off the mysterious draft flowing through the flat.

His ear twitches as your breath fanned over it, “Why don’t you shift and we can snuggle, hmm suds?” You whisper to him and give him a soft smile.

He mumbles something at the nickname but compiles, slipping off his clothes and shifting into a brown Scottish fold, his blue eyes still shining. Johnny plops himself on your chest and makes some soft biscuits, his purr rattling your chest. He looks so much more relaxed now- he was your living weighted doll.

Johnny begins to settle down enough to doze off while you scroll on your phone. You scratch behind his ear a little and he tilts his head at maximum relaxation. Your hand slowly moved down his body- you went from his chin, to his back, poking his tummy a bit, then to the base of his tail. It twitches, swishing a bit against your hand but when you start scratching, Johnny’s butt lifts and his eyes crack open.

You giggled at his enjoyment of simple butt scratches, but this was the beginning. You shape your hand into a claw and scratch a bit more intensely. His purring increases and he lifts his head in pleasure, arching his back. Johnny let out a long meow followed by what can only be described as ‘wah wah wah wah wah’.

Nevermind the fact that his claws were digging into your chest, you both were enjoying the moment. His tail was practically wagging and he looked blissed out from butt scratches. Unable to control yourself, you burst into laughter and stopped scratching. His body went back to its relaxed state and he stared at you, his little blue eyes wide.

Johnny turned away with the best equivalent to a pout a cat could give. “Feel good, suds?” You asked through a laugh and all he responded back with was a ‘mrow’ of embarrassment.

Kyle

Kyle was the certified pretty boy, both in the group and according to the cafe’s customers

Every video or picture with him on the cafe’s socials gets a shit ton of likes

(you most popular post is gaz licking soap’s head while soap licks ghost’s head, who seem rather calm with everything and König watching from the side, wanting to join in)

He’d sit and flaunt himself in little cat outfits, or meow sweetly at the customers who couldn’t help and coddle him, like mind control, and even using that boyish charm on you and the others (he’s been found snuggled up to Ghost on more than one occasion, the pair’s tail tangled together and occasionally chirping at each other)

Kyle enjoyed watching you cook both as a human or cat. he was also one of the only ones who could be trusted up there; Soap and König stole food, Ghost couldn’t care less and when he did, he would knock things over (and although Price doesn’t live with you all, he got a bit sneezy around all the spices and seasonings)

Tonight’s dinner was chicken parmesan and spaghetti, so after Kyle helped with a bit of prep (being the gentleman he is), he shifted and hopped onto his little spot on the counter

After breading the chicken breasts, you popped the first patch into the air fryer. You set a big pot upon the stove, turning the flame to medium and drizzling some oil into it. Kyle sat loafed, observing you move around the kitchen, gathering ingredients, keeping an eye on the chicken, as well as having to shoo some mischievous kitties out the kitchen.

Once the water begins to bubble, causing Kyle’s ears to swivel in its direction, you slide the noodles into the water. You stir them around before opening up the air fryer. Steam poured out along with a wave of heat and the delicious smell of chicken.

“Oh man, I can’t remember the last time I had chicken parm.” If you were in a cartoon, you’d be comically salivating at the sight of the crispening chicken. Kyle seemed just as interested because he stretched his neck out a bit and you could see his little pink nose wiggling.

You started flipping each piece over, allowing for equal crisp on both sides, when you held up a smaller piece. “Want a sniff, pretty boy? I can trust you not to snatch this away from me.” You cooed at him, lowering the chicken to his nose. He instantly began to sniff, his tail swishing a bit. His pupils expanded and his mouth became ajar, and he started huffing like his nose was clogged or something.

You snorted as he turned away, mouth still agape and his eyes wide. Was this some weird cat quirk? None of the others did this and Kyle has had chicken before, but damn if this wasn’t cute!

He could get away with almost anything if he flashed his big brown eyes at you. (When he scratched your hand up after König tipped over the catnip jar, he just rubbed his little kitty face against your bandages and gave you a small meow. Or when he’d eaten the last brownies you were looking forward to after a long and hard day, he kissed along your neck and face before whispering sweetened apologies in your ear.)

“Smell yummy, hmm, Kyle? Never seen you do this before.” You giggled as he licked his lips and closed his mouth. He meowed back before stretching his front limbs, going into Sphinx-pose.

After a couple moments, you move onto the pasta, taking a noodle out and blowing before nibbling on it. ‘Needs more time…’ you thought as you looked over at Kyle, who’s eyes were closed and his tail flicked momentarily. You smirk as you grab another noodle and shimmy over to him. His ears swivel towards you and he cracks one eye open. 

“Give this a smell?” You asked as you held the noodle in front of him. Like clockwork, his mouth parted as he huffed and sniffled at the semi limb pasta.

You laughed as he even squinted his eyes, as if in deep concentration over the smell of this bland noodle.

And just like a cat, he reacted faster than you, jumping back at Johnny jumped on the counter and snatched the noodle out from between you two fingers, skidding out the kitchen and under the cat tree.

“NO! Dammit Johnny! You’re so greedy!” You fumed as you went to scold him. Gaz’s eyes closed in satisfaction and he went back to lounging.

Ghost

You’re still finding out things about simon

Not that there isn’t some level of trust between you two, but he’s just an enigma to everyone

It took him almost 6 months for him to finally agree to sit in at the cafe as a cat and not just help in the back

Unlike most black cats online, he doesn’t really have any of those quirks

Sure he likes to knock things over, bat at the other’s (mainly soap and König) when he was annoyed, and hit your legs whenever you walk by, but those were normal cat things

He spent more time in his human form (unless he needed his alone time, then he snuggled himself into his cat cubby), so when he was shifted, you enjoyed spending as much time observing him like he was his more bigger counterpart- the black panther

Simon was overall a pretty normal cat

You’d learnt all his favorite scratching spots, his favorite football (im so american RAAAAGHHH) team, his designated spot on the bed, and exactly how he enjoyed his tea

He was never really as vocal as a human or cat. If he wanted something, he’d either stare you down or bat at you. If someone was annoying him, he had a hardy hiss that got anyone backing off (he’s only ever growled at price, having too much respect for the man)

When out, Simon was protective; walking on the outer part of the sidewalk, opening doors for you, making sure you were always walking in front of him, even when snuggling he’d hiss at the others so you two can be alone 

Who said Simon Riley wasn’t a softie under all that eye-black and classic skull balaclava?

Spring was finally here, long gone the days of constant clouds hanging over the city and random cold fronts. The city planters had bedded tulips around the neighborhood flower beds, people were out and about during the weeks, outside tables at diners and cafes finally being occupied, and the sun warming up your apartment and your heart.

The cafe was busy today, groups enjoying pastries and drinks while the cats ran around.

Gaz and Soap were playing around, slipping under tables and playing with the customers. König even let a few people pet him (which caused him to chirp and get even more pets). Price was helping in the back (people always complimented the drinks when he made them, so you let him handle those to help boost his ego), and Ghost sat on a high perch attached to the window, too high for anyone ton reach him, but in a good spot to catch some of the breeze that came through the screen door.

You came over to check on him and all he did was swish his tail and slow blink at you. You could hear people coo at his bright pink beans as he stretches before rolling back over. It was nice to see Simon out and about during busy hours, he’d usually hide away from everyone, including Soap and König who loved his personal space. (Out of the two, Soap has gotten the most bats to the head while König has been nipped twice.)

You’re chatting with some customers, Gaz sits proudly in the lap of one of them when there’s a clattering outside and you see someone passing by has knocked over the black board outside. You roll your eyes a bit, excusing yourself and exiting the cafe to pick it up back.

“Some people…jeez.” You grumble as you straighten it back up. As you're crouched down, a shadow casts above you and when you look up, there’s a brunet giving you an apologetic smile. His hair is sleek and he’s wearing a cool gray office suit. 

“Ah, sorry about that, sweets.” The unnecessary pet name has your nose wrinkling, but you keep your displeasure masked. 

“It’s ok, nothing’s broken.” You say as you brush off your knees and straighten up. He’s average height and build, nothing to gawk over but not bad looking. He’s got a glint in his eye and before you can turn away, he’s opening his mouth. 

“I pass here everyday and I’ve seen you hustling around, like a cute little maid. You own this place, eh?” The more he talks, the more you get the urge to spit at his feet- those obnoxiously shiny loafers. You just grit your teeth and force a polite smile.

“Mhmm, yup. I’ve got some order to make so I’ll be-.” 

“I never liked cats, too hairy and mean, but I’d come here for you.~ You should be the main face of this cafe instead of those...pets, sales would be booming if you just flashed a pretty little smile.” He flashes his pearly whites and you suddenly feel exposed under his sultry gaze. 

“I, uhh, appreciate it but I have to go-.” He takes a step towards you, his hand ready to grasp onto your arm when there’s a clunk against the window behind you. 

Ghost, with big eyes and his body fluffed up like a sea urchin stood on his hind legs, body pressing against the glass like if he tried hard enough, he could phase through and slice the bastard's face into flesh ribbons. His claws scratch at the glass and he lets out a hiss that sounds loud even through the window. Customers and the other cats look over at the scene and the office man wrinkles his nose. Ghost keeps hissing and presses himself more into the glass, definitely leaving marks where his nose and paws were pressing.

In human form, you were blessed if you never at the receiving end of Ghost's intimidation, but as a cat, seeing him before a black puff ball of rage was certainly cute.

“You keep feral cats in your cafe?!” The man asks, disgusted by Ghost's actions of pure rage. You’ve never seen Ghost get so aggressive, but in this moment, you’re thankful.

“Yep, so maybe it’s best you don’t stop by!” You huff at him and turn curtly back into the cafe, ignoring his grumbles and curses at Ghost as he continues to stare down the sleazeball. 

Even after the man has gone down the street, Ghost is still seething. He stills alert in his window perch and watches the people go by. Some stop to coo at him through the glass despite his deadly glare so he goes to his hiding spot to brood. 

Once the last group leaves and everyone shifts back to help clean up, Ghost peeks his little head out. You squat down and give him a smile. He just glares.

“Thank you, Si. I appreciate the backup.” You boop his nose and he growls before batting at your hand. You just laugh and coo at him more. 

“Seems like you have a little katze bodyguard.” König teases as he wipes down some tables. Ghost hisses and slinks out of hiding, making his way to the back area to get dressed and wash dishes.

König

being raised in a poor household with just his mutter and oma, he struggled but was also spoiled, wanting to be given the best life they could provide for him

His mom would sometimes not eat just to provide her growing boy a full meal

And man did he grow…

At age 13, Anton was 5’11 and 145 lbs. And according to his doctor, he wasn’t done growing yet!

He was outcasted by his peers, bullied and teased for how his second hand clothes never truly fit over his stomach or how his shoes were slowly falling apart

Over his years of being in the military, a balanced diet, and an intense workout routine, some of that fat turned to muscle but his body was still plump

His stomach hadn’t formed any abs, his thighs spread when he sat, and his arms if not flexed jiggled

He’d gotten better with his body issues, and with the help of loving partners and therapy he didn’t scowl looking in the mirror

He’d still grow flustered when you’d playfully pat his stomach or when soap’d tease about getting him into something more revealing to show off his fat ass, his creamy white skin blooming a bright red which ensued even more teasing

Add onto being a maine coon hybrid, his cat form was also a bit chubby under all that fur

When he ran, his pouch swung side to side and he had trouble fitting into smaller perches kitties like soap and gaz lounged on with ease

Each of the cats had a specific level of the cat tree dedicated to them. König’s favorite spot was a little perch in the center of the cat tree that had a small hole in the middle. It was meant for cats to stick their heads through and play with each other, but with his large physique, he took over that whole platform

Sundays were usually when you tried to get everything done before the work week started back up again. Groceries were dwindling and Price wasn’t gonna let you eat take out anymore (you’d accidently let slip on the phone that you got the same delivery drive twice in a row and he pressured the rest out of you).

Kyle had just ventured to the bedroom to receive some clothes, wanting to spend some time with his Captain and his partner, Simon and Johnny opted to stay home, and König…you actually hadn’t heard from him in a while.

Pulling a shirt over your head, you headed into the living room. The TV was playing a rerun while Johnny splayed his legs over Simon’s, who didn’t seem bothered. Entering the living room, you pass by the couch and to the cat tree, where a big mass of dusty orange fur sat, front legs dangling off the edge.

You poke his back, and the skin jumps as he lets out a ‘merr!’ and lifts his head. König yawns, sticking his pink tongue out and you boop the tip. He snaps his mouth shut and gives another chirp. His long ear flicks and he licks his lips as you speak.

“You thinking about joining us, we’re heading to the store. We might need your muscles carrying the bags, big boy.” You stroke his back and you feel him arch up a bit.

König seems to be thinking in his little kitty mind before laying his head back down with a small and dainty, “Maow!” 

You giggle, he’s always had a high pitched voice. He was another silent kitty next to Ghost, only using his meow at home or occasional chirps in the public eye of cafe customers. (This didn’t stop them from cooing at his squeaky voice and he’d grow embarrassed.)

“D’aww, ok. You can stay home with the lovebirds, König.” You scratch his back some more, before you see a mound hanging down from the platform’s underside.

“Oh? What’s this?” You tease as you squat down. You knew what it was, you were just feeling a bit cheeky today. König chirped and his tail swished and he watched you gaze at his belly.

It was round and a nice cream color compared to the rest of his fur. It was also weirdly the softest part of him. You grinned as you poked it, running your hands along it like feeling a baby bump. König chirped again, it sounded like a whine, but that didn’t stop you.

“So chubby, no wonder even Ghost has trouble picking you up. At least we know you’re eating well! I like my partners' big boned and my cats chonky.” You jiggled and played with his stomach more before König let out a meow of annoyance, but it was too cute for you to take offense to!

You straightened back up to give him some deserved chin scratches for putting up with your antics. But with a huff, König stood up and turns away, making sure to smack your face with his tail before jumping down and off to the bedroom, pouch swaying as he trotted off. (You heard Kyle give a kiss to the gentle giant and offer him the same deal, to which he agreed to! So cheeky!)

“Ya’ gotta quit bullyin’ the lad! No wonder he ‘as a new favorite!” Johnny says as his eyes were now on you, but his gaze focused elsewhere but your eyes. You stammered to defend yourself. König truly didn’t mind, you’d talk about it before but you always kept it to light teasing and never any insults. He’d tease you back, despite how reserved he was, his hooked nose would scrunch when he made a remark that had you gawking and pouting at him. 

“I-I wasn’t bullying König! Also you saw his stomach, it’s like this when he walks!” You mimic the motion by making a side to side motion with your hands, feeling flushed now having been called out.

Johnny just smirked as Simon spoke up, “Unless you plan on shopping in your knickers, I’d suggest you finish dressing.”

As if on queue, a breeze ruffled the satin curtains and tickled your bare legs, skin erupting with goosebumps. You blush harder and stomp past the couch, not without receiving a swat on the butt from Johnny, who can only laugh as you swear back at him.

(With each trip that issued carrying groceries, you were left struggling, hands burning from the strain, while König chivalrously took bags from Kyle's hands, them both throwing you smug smirks.)

[rubywithecat]

“JjK men when you get wrong idea (dirty mind) of what they were talking”

Hello! It’s been a long time, u guys! I was really busy cuz preparing for my Japanese N4 exam. But have u guys heard about the song “Otaku hot girl”?! That’s so cooked and I can’t fcking let that song out of my head and those jjk edits all over my fyp?! That’s like never wanting to back to reality, loves!

Gojo Satoru

U were going on date with him and he was talking about the curses. U were analyzing his handsome figure and lost in your own fantasy about him. “Mine was this long” he said, expressing with his hand. U didn’t catch up what he was talking about so u had wrong idea, other meaning, about what he meant. Your eyes widened. “This long?? Urs?? Well considering your height, it’s supposed to” U replied, blushing. He busted in laughter. “Wait— what r u talking about, y/n? What u got in ur mind, huh?” He asked, still laughing. U got embarrassed. “What?! That was what u were talking about, Satoru?!” U defended. “Well, I wasn’t talking about what u were thinking, brat” he smirked. “But I like this side of u” He moved near u and whispered into ur ear “If I have to talk about what u thought, I would say mine is longer than that”

Kento Nanami

It was a business meeting with ur team and Nanami was one of them. Ur car was at the repair shop so he offered u a ride home. He is much older than u and u have a huge crush on him. U followed him from behind, silent and nervous, as ur heels sound is the only thing u both can hear. During ride, u pushed the nerve to talk to break awkward silence. “So…What do u usually do at home?” U asked, casually. That sounded silly and u just wanna scream of why would u even ask such childish thing! Will he gonna mock or smth? U thought. He just made a small smile. “I live alone so I do mostly that pleasures me” he answered, focusing on the road. “So like u do it alone or with some girl?” U asked, thinking why he would say such thing casually! “Huh? What do u mean?” He narrowed his eyebrows and u realized u embarrassed urself by getting dirty idea of what he actually meant. “Omg I’m so sorry! I thought—“ u blushed. “Dirty-mind huh? I didnt know that innocent looking of urs doesn’t match of ur mind, y/n” he looked at u with lust. “That turns me on” he said as he teased. “Wanna know what I do at home? Why not come with me hum?” He raised his eyebrows.

Toji fushiguro

U were helping Toji at the kitchen for dinner while other students waiting and talking at living room. “This roasted chicken looks tasty” u said u were slicing the veggies. “Ofc it is. Btw thank u for helping me out. Those brats at front would never” he tapped. “No problem. I enjoy cooking too, that’s why” U said, lWhat do I have to do with these sliced veggies, sir?”. “Spread the leg” he replied as he was making the soup. “I pardon u sir?!!” u said as ur eyes widened and surprised. He closed the gas and came to u. He could see lust and dirty thoughts in ur eyes as he stared down and tucked ur hair. “Sir I think it’s not good to do here…?” U said nervously. He smirked as switched and took a veggie bowl from u and sliced the chicken from its leg, layering with veggies. “How would slice this without spreading this fcking chicken’s leg?” He teased, “unless u were thinking smth else?”. “It’s nothing!” U were so embarrassed. “I didn’t know u have a thing for me, kid” he smirked. “Well unfortunately, those kids will have to starve a lil longer” he said as he pushed u to kitchen counter. “And it’s ur fault for that” he kissed ur neck.

Suguru Geto

“Is it only two of us?” U asked, wondering the empty classroom. “Yeah since tmr is holiday, others don’t seem to join our study group” he replied, reading a book. “I see” u said down as u opened ur book. U peeked a look at him and gosh how handsome one can be. U sighed and focused doing maths problem. “Ur so wet” he suddenly said. U thought u got caught peeking. “No im not!” U sensitively defended. “U are” he calmly replied. “Who tf r u thinking u r to accuse me like that? Ur being handsome doesn’t mean u can say that dirty to a girl?” U argued. He looked at u for a while and made a small laugh. “Ahaha…I mean the air conditioner is broken and it’s so hot here and ur sweating. Just look at urself” he said as u were so shy about how u acted. “U could have said more clearly, bastard!” U yelled, copping ur embarrassment. “Don’t worry I won’t let other know about ur dirty little mind” he teased as he winked at u. “I wonder how dirty that can be in bed” He’s true that ur so wet now.

I hope u enjoy this! Plz like and share if u could! Thanks a lot and I really appreciate every support! Luv u guys <33

[educatedsimps]

Heyo! Quick request here because my FYP wants to make me suffer with all the Bokuto angst I’ve been seeing related to different fics (like in another life, ect). WHY DO FANFIC AUTHORS KEEP KILLING HIM OFF??? ITS DRIVING ME NUTS 😭😭 Anyway, I’d like to request some fluff with Bokuto to counteract the angst I’ve been seeing. Maybe the reader wakes up from a nightmare similar to what’s been going on in these fics and he cheers her up by being his normal happy self? Take that my FYP hahaha

(I love your writing btw! I literally pause whatever I’m doing to read anything you’ve posted! You’re my fav author on this website <3)

≪ back to fics masterlist

bokuto kōtarō x f!reader

a/n: nah bro in another life fucking broke me 🥲 i read it in like 2021 (i think??) and that angst still haunts me to this very day 😀 anyway ofc bae i literally had a fic with this nightmare/comfort idea in my google keep drafts for the LONGEST time so it's time to finally put it out there lol. ALSO I'M SO GLAD U LIKE OUR WORKS omg "favourite author"??? MY HEART ✋😭 TY FOR READING ANON ILYSM 😭💕 hope u enjoy this bae and thanku for requesting, it was truly a joy writing this!

cw: idk man just bokuto fluff and comfort typa thing cuz he’s bokuto and the B in bokuto stands for best boyfriend (b)ever

"so he’s killed in the straight aus and sent back to be with akaashi cause we will nvr recover from in another life" -yves 2024

Jolting awake, you felt fresh tears rolling past your cheeks and staining your pillow. Eyes wide, you scanned your surroundings. Same room, same bed, same pyjamas...

Was that all a dream? But... It had felt so terrifyingly real that you had woken up in a cold sweat with ugly tears streaming down your face. Heart palpitating, you tried to regulate your breathing and convinced yourself that it was just a dream.

Feeling a warm breath brush the back of your neck, you turned to see your boyfriend, Bokuto Kōtarō, sleeping soundly next to you. His breaths were slow and deep, and you watched as his bare chest rose and fell. With a beefy arm slung over your waist, he held you close to him throughout the night, keeping you warm. The dim moonlight from your window illuminated his features and his face looked so peaceful (and beautiful) you couldn't help but stare.

Breathing a sigh of relief, you soaked up the warmth radiating from his body. Not wanting to wake him, you furiously wiped the tears from your cheeks and tried to quiet your sobs.

Unfortunately for you, Bokuto's hearing was as sharp as an owl's, and he stirred with a groggy "Y/n?"

A sniffle.

He jerked his head up to look at you clearly. Your head was buried in his chest. "Y/n?"

Another sniffle. He was starting to panic.

"Babe! Babe, what happened?" He asked softly, placing a hand under your chin and tilting your head up. He swore he heard his heart go crack when he saw your tears. You responded by burying your face in his neck again.

Realising you probably weren't ready to talk just yet, he decided to distract you first. Pulling your trembling body to his, he gently rubbed circles on your back and pressed a sweet kiss to your temple.

He hummed, "You know, I was thinking the other day. Maybe we could install a small spinning light thingy in the corner of our room so it's not so dark at night. I know you don't really like it when it's pitch black in the room sooo I figured maybe that could help! I was scrolling online and saw some designs I thought you'd like, but I forgot to copy the link to send it to you but I can look for it again and show it to you later-"

He paused abruptly when you raised your head, sitting up and looking at him with a half-smile on your face.

"You okay?" He asked, concern taking over his features. He shifted so that you both were half sitting with your legs still tangled under the blanket. "Wanna talk about it?"

With yet another sniffle, you nodded. As you recounted your nightmare, Bokuto continued rubbing your arm soothingly, occasionally wiping away your tears with his thumb. His head was tilted to the side in the most adorable fashion and his eyes were fully focused on you as you spoke.

"And... and then you died," You whispered, voice hoarse and shaky. Looking into his bright amber eyes, you continued. "It was so scary, Kō..."

"But I’m right here, aren’t I?" He asked almost immediately. Bending down to your eye level, he looked at you with such a pure and genuine smile. Your heart beat faster under his gaze.

"And I’m gonna be right here forever. I’ll be here when you wake up from bad dreams and good dreams, and I’ll be here on the nights you can’t fall asleep. I’ll be your protector, Y/n!” He continued, beaming. He swiftly placed a kiss on your forehead. “I’ll protect you from all the nightmares, I promise! And see? I’m totally fine! Those killers ain't got nothing on us. I won’t let ���em touch my baby.”

He concluded his little cheer-up speech with a sweet kiss on your lips. His hand brushed your jaw, pulling you closer. If you weren’t seated firmly on the bed, your knees probably would’ve given out from how sweet the kiss was. Either that or you would’ve gotten severe cavities before the kiss ended.

Pulling away, he wrapped you up in his arms and you felt your lips pull into a smile. His cheery mood really was contagious.

Gently pushing you into a lying position, he grabbed the blanket and pulled it over your bodies, essentially bundling the two of you together.

“Time to get some sleep, babe. I’ll be right here, ‘kay?” He said, now hugging you under the covers. You hummed, feeling safe and content.

“Oh yeah, we should definitely get a spinning light thingy. It might help with the nightmares ‘cause it won’t be as dark,” you piped up. Chuckling, Bokuto agreed.

“I love you,” he whispered, closing his eyes.

“I love you more,” you yawned.

“I love you the most-est!”

You felt another kiss on the crown of your head before you drifted off to sleep.

a/n: UMMM i hope this was nightmarish/comfort/cheery enough?? IDK IM SORRY IF IT DIDNT MEET THE REQUIREMENTS 😭 but still, tysm for requesting and thanku for reading too!! hope u liked it :,) (feel free to request another part if you’re not satisfied)

© educatedsimps 2024. do not repost, copy, translate or plagiarise any work from this blog on tumblr or any other platforms. if you do, the simps will hunt you down. likes and reblogs are appreciated!

[i-still-got-love-for-you]

cardigan

pairing: Luke Castellan x daughter of Aphrodite!reader

Instagram SMAU

Part 2

A/N: Good morning/afternoon! Part 2 to imgonnagetyouback is here! if you like these kind of posts make sure to reblog because likes DO NOT help posts in any way shape or form.

stealer_of_hearts

playing cardigan by Taylor Swift

my girl <3

-comments-

tstole: ok ik you wanted her back but do we really have to look at her ALL DAY

-> stealer_of_hearts: yes ❤️

redlipclassic: good for you ig????

-> stealer_of_hearts: 🤨🤨🤨

queen_of_hearts

playing King of My Heart by Taylor Swift

up on the roof with a schoolgirl crush

-comments-

laruetheday: grosss. i never ever ever want to see him on my fyp again

-> chrissyro: MARRY ME PLEASE

-> laruetheday: WHEN TARTARUS FREEZES OVER

redlipclassic: you could say you’re…DOWN BAD

-> queen_of_hearts: CRYING AT THE GYM

stealer_of_hearts

playing Here Comes The Sun by The Beatles

look at the view! oh, and the sky looks pretty ig

-comments-

redlipclassic: short n sweet DUPE

-> queen_of_hearts: this is why you’re my fav sibling

tstole: bro is whipped

-> cstole: bro is simping

laruetheday: the only reason i follow you is because you always have prettier pictures of her than she does

-> chrissyro: ONE DATE PLEASE

-> cstole: this ain’t gonna work bro ur desperate

-> laruetheday: ONE date that’s all you get

wise_girl: who in the hermes cabin is screaming rn? its interrupting athena’s reading hour

queen_of_hearts

this is who the younger campers are scared of? this silly lil guy??? 🙄🙄

-comments-

seaweedbrain: have you SEEN him during sword fighting???

-> queen_of_hearts: all sweaty and stuff? yes, i have 🥰🥰🥰

wise_girl: percy just let out the most high pitched screech it was so funny keep traumatizing him

stealer_of_hearts: why am i so ugly in those pics 😭😭

-> queen_of_hearts: babe you could never be ugly

-> stealer_of_hearts: thanks baby 😘

-> redlipclassic: violently side eying you two through my phone

[sanspuppet]

“Touch me” prompt. 18 - Yeosang scenario

W/T: handjob, face fucking, cum eating, praises, pet name: princess

just some alpha Yeosang in need of some touch lmao, no plot just smut u know me 🧍🏻‍♀️

requested by @tamera21 i hope you can enjoy mwah💕

not me writing this because i can’t sleep help it’s 3 in the morning

actually listening to this on loop while writing, so i recommend doing the same while reading :) it’s an italian song btw

divider by @_cafekitsune

The air felt dizzy outside, shots of water drops were hitting the window walls on another boring Sunday. You were laying on the couch, legs crossed as you scrolled through your instagram fyp. It was kinda rude to say that you weren’t paying any attention to your boyfriend for all day, you felt bored and lazy, sure thing the icky weather wasn’t helping. You heard footsteps taking their way towards you at some point, which you still didn’t pay attention to, just minding your own business as you were stalking your favorite celebrities with their last posts. Yeosang was looking at you with hooded eyes, he still isn’t surely the mean type, but oh fuck if he was annoyed by you.

“Uh-hum i’m sorry, bothering you?” Yeosang huffed, his hands on his waist, waiting for you to rise your gaze up to him. But the only thing he got from you was a quick: “Mmm?” eyes still locked on the phone screen.

“Fucking hell, look at me please.” he sighed, once he realized that it would take more than just that to gain your attention, Yeosang stepped towards you, enough for him to grab your chin, forcing you to finally lock eyes with him.

“Oh hi darling, what’s wrong?” you questioned him as nothing just happened, smiling at him despite he still looked annoyed. In fact, he raised one eyebrow, furrowing his nose as he spoke up:

“‘What’s wrong?’ you didn’t talk to me the entire morning, plus if it couldn’t be worse, i’m hard” the last word suddenly woke up your core, tensing your lower abdomen muscles when shivers ran down to reach the gap between you thighs.

“Are gonna act like a brat any longer, or you’ll finally be a good girl and take my needy cock, huh?” his fingertips were buried in your soft cheeks, his boner getting harder every second he passed by imagining your pretty face painted with his thick cum.

“U-uhm i-, i’ll help you.”

“Good, princess” Yeosang let go of your chin, moving backwards and pointing the floor. “On your knees, listen to me okay?” as it seemed like he was just petting you, you immediately did as he said, kneeling in front of him, your gaze still locked on his drop dead gorgeous face.

“Go ahead” he gave a quick nod, his eyes focusing on your phone abandoned on the couch, grimacing at it like it was the reason you weren’t paying attention to him the whole day. “Touch me” Your hands landed on the zip of jeans as soon as he mouthed, dragging his underwear down with his pants. Your mouth started drooling at the first second you saw his cock a few inches far from your lips, arousal hitting your lower core as your body was already convinced that it’d be a long afternoon. Your hands grabbed his dick, twisting them around his length as your lips were sucking on its stimulated tip. Eyes were observing every detail of Yeosang’s chest and abdomen when he breathed heavily to repress any moan. Though it became so fucking difficult once your throat took all the way up to his cock, your tongue messing with his balls, gaining from him breathing groans.

“Fuck, that feels amazing princess.” his fingers carded through your hair, moving it away from your forehead before pulling it back. “Oh god, keep doing that” You tried to breathe in with your nose, as your throat was stuffed full with Yeosang’s dick. Your mind was quickly going blank, moving your head automatically when every single coherent thought left your brain, it always took nothing for you to go cockdrunk. The situation up there was very similar, Yeosang was loosing his mind over the overwhelming pleasure of your touch, because fuck you surely knew how to worship properly a dick. He blinked hard, furrowing his eyebrows, feeling his orgasm on his way to approach him. “So good, princess. Helping me to get off, such a caring girlie” his words became pathetic while the gap between his body and the pure blissing pleasure got smaller, spasming slightly at every louder moan. “Acting so good now, is this what i should do every time you don’t pay attention to me? Just forcing you to suck my dick?” You pulled out, needy for air. One hand kept working on his length, while the other rubbed away the saliva exiting your mouth. “Fuck, look at me. I’m close princess, i am, s-shit…”

Yeosang’s breath was unstable once his orgasm hit his body, gulping hard the saliva to help focusing on something else apart from how amazingly you just worshipped his cock. You parted your lips once white ropes of cum started to shoot all over your face, attaching them on his cockhead to make sure to take every single drop. You looked up at him, opening your mouth to show him how full of his seed you were. At his surprise, he widened his eyes the same second you swallowed all of it, sticking your tongue out to prove your act. Yeosang chuckled, kneeling down to be face to face with you, he stamped a kiss on your overworked lips, after caressing your cheeks.

“You did so good for me princess, shall i take care of you as well?”

[valyrfia]

I mean this the nicest way possible but have you considered the fact that you just .. hate RPF? Wich is fine, like you said it's a gray area. It's not everyone's cup of tea, actually! It's not even mine because I actually came across those trailers you said! And I instantly went "ew wtf" and I clicked not interested, and then I another showed up, and clicked not interested, and then the algorithm went ok got it, and it's been a while thankfully, that hasn't showed up. So, what I mean is, there is content in the internet that is weird, that's for sure, but there's like... Ways to avoid it? And the way that this has been a persistent subject in your blog in such a deep way makes me think that you suffer it more than anyone, wich is fine but just, don't look at it anymore? I don't know what to say honestly because, again no to be rude but youre making the MOST out of it. And it's like you're treating fandom culture like this deep dark secret when its as public as it can be and I promise you the most a person can do is feel weirded out and mute that content, and hope it doesn't show up.! But for example, I hate povs content, and that has to be the most persistent content I've seen so far on F1, full of "you're the wife/girl/sister" blah blah and I'm a lesbian, I've clicked not interested so many times I lost count and IT KEPT showing up (until i figured muting y/n, driver x reader helps) so if it keeps you more calm there are ways to avoid content you dont like!

I get where you’re going with this but also, nah. I’ve always loved RPF and will keep consuming it whenever I can. I just make a big stink out of seeing it outside of tumblr and ao3 because of algorithms and the way I was taught to interact with RPF about fifteen years ago in which….these things have to stay within their intended circles at all costs. This is back when fandom content was not cool and mainstream and unless you kept your fandom life and your actual life very separate you get bullied to hell for it. Now, I often feel like the pendulum has swung a little too far the other way and there’s such a massive influx of new people because fandom culture is trendy that fandom etiquette is starting to collapse. The treatment of RPF being one of them.

RPF differs from POV content in two ways. The first is that POV content is a little more accepted than RPF in the general consciousness, usually because it’s het but also because it’s very obvious this is a self insert fantasy which while I imagine is awkward for drivers to see, can be easily laughed off as being so obviously just a fantasy. RPF on the other hand builds off of pre-existing relationships and lore and is usually slash, which already introduces an awkward element (and you can say the men shouldn’t have toxic masculinity all you like, it’s not just them that’s the issue it’s everyone who perceives them and the content), also it’s more difficult because people DO talk about these pairings platonically. In order to not experience Lestappen on my tiktok FYP, I can’t interact with any video that mentions those two in the same breath ever because the algorithm will eventually push me ship content even if I don’t want to see it and I click not interested. This happens over and over again.

I love RPF which am just on super high alert about RPF safe spaces being breached because I know from lived experience that it doesn’t bode well. This is also just personally not the way I was taught to interact with fandom, and again I’ve seen enough shit in my time to understand why that etiquette had to be enforced.

[rafescvntyclubgf]

⭐ Rant Alert ⭐

This is all personal opinion and unedited

I've seen a lot of opinions, and I wanted to give my two cents as someone who writes fluff, angst, and smut and prefers to write angst and fluff. My thoughts are that if you are looking for fluff, angst, short stories, and full-length fics, you must treat that as if you're rooting for a dying fandom, even if the fandom itself is thriving.

If I was looking for fluff, angst, full fics, or short stories specifically, and felt there was a lack of content, I would check the hashtag daily. When I found a new fic, I would reblog and comment to boost that writer's work. Then, I might even drop into their inbox to tell them how much I liked it and make a request of my own. If you are already doing this, this is not directed at you.

Also, I don't know if the people posting “write more angst/fluff” are trying to do more than make a single post because that's all I can see on my fyp. I’m not going to do a deep-dive. That says all I need/want to see because it’s demotivating enough on its own.

If you are looking for more, It might help to be more specific. Go to a new writer or a writer that you enjoy and request something you are looking for. What do you want to see? What did you like about what they did write that you couldn't get enough of? Ask if they have any suggestions on other blogs that are similar that you may not have seen before. Maybe the have moots that have works with low note counts that may be motivated to write more if they are excited to do so. I believe that it's helpful for writers to let them know the interest IS there and not only IS it there, but it’s from readers of theirs. In my opinion, for me at least, this is not happening…

Some of us (me) prefer to write short stories, complete fics, angst, and fluff over smut, but the interest (based on engagement and numbers alone) is not there. I don't think anyone can be faulted for wanting engagement and good numbers when it is our only form of currency since we are doing this unpaid. The numbers don't lie. We want a sense of community which is why we are in a fandom space.

Maybe what you are looking for is already there. Is it supported like you know it should be? That would be a great soapbox to stand on. 🩷 Again, if you are already doing this, this is not directed at you. You could boost this to let people know more support is needed.

Finally, and probably the most irking part is that I am more than aware that you can write fanfiction without smut. Why are we trying to devalue the people we should be motivating? Why are we trying to devalue people putting out material to make our fandom thrive when we could just be communicating and supporting more even if all they write is smut... They’re enjoying themselves. They are writing something that they appreciate on their free time.

Just a thought.

[daddyslittlegirl89]

Normalcy || Fem!Butch!Wolverine x Fem!reader

Summary: As the weekend approaches, Logan and her girlfriend spend an evening contemplating all the good things in their lives; maybe even wishing for more.

Content/Warnings: cussing, mentions of sex (MDNI), might be overly sweet for some, domestic life, mix between movie and comic personas, etc.

Word Count: 2.8k

A/N: Hello lovelies! Hope everyone is having a good day, and if you aren't I hope you're able to be cheered up by this fic. I, honestly, have just been dreaming of Fem!Butch!Wolverine since she showed up on my TikTok fyp. And it makes me so sad that there's only like ten fics for her right now, so I decided to put in some work. Hopefully you enjoy, if not, no worries. There's always more out there. Anyways, have fun!

Fall had finally set in. The cool, crisp air formed a nice breeze rolling over your skin. You had on a light jacket, but nothing kept away the cold like Logan, a genuine human heater. Your best friend—your girlfriend. You two sat on the ground, her back against a tree and you in her arms. A calm settled over you, watching as the sun slowly set on the horizon, the front yard of the mansion was lite up with golds and oranges. 

Inside was the bustle of students getting ready for the weekend, whether that meant face masks and movies in the common room—the smell of charcoal and whatever other chemicals mixed with it, and buttery popcorn overwhelmed the mansion—, some older kids blowing off steam in the danger room, the littles running away mischievously with candy stolen from the kitchen; Scott yelling after them, not seriously, but sounding ever like the dad he was meant to be. Jean with a warm smile and a flirty comment right behind him. Ororo helping some of the girls with their hair, a braid train beginning to form. Laughter in every room, some kids studying, some reading, some already in bed. A normal Friday night, containing all things good and happy, even when some were feeling down. 

Of course, self-proclaimed loner, Logan Howlett, wouldn’t be caught dead in any of that, not unless you were there. Though these days, her guard lowers with every passing hour of feeling at home. With all the warmth and love the mansion possessed, even on its worst days, how could you not? Not when you take her by the hands and lead her outside, away from all the noise, away from all the smells, from the feeling of being cramped. No, not when she had you to ground her— far healthier and more fun than the bottom of a bottle, or a nice cigar, though she hadn’t completely given those up yet. A girls gotta have some vices. 

Your breathing evened out, and your heartbeats synchronized. Two hearts beating as one, her hand overtop and interlaced with yours. Even if the cold did lick at your heels, it couldn’t ruin the serenity of this moment. Of the love that you two shared. Of the righteous feeling bubbling in your chest, the good that life held so preciously right now. You wondered, for a fleeting moment, why it couldn’t always be like this? And Logan always had a knack for reading your mind, even without being a telepath. 

“You think too loud, woman,” she sighs out, acting annoyed, though she’s far from it. 

“I do not,” you say, words barely louder than a whisper. 

“You do,” Logan pauses, “but that’s alright with me.” 

A smile creeps its way onto your face, “Just wish it could be like this all the time…” 

“What? Me holding you like this?” She suddenly is squeezing at your sides, laughter falling from your lips. One of Logan’s most favorite sounds. You lightly smack away her hands, at that she chuckles along with you, your head thrown back and burrowed right below her jaw. She kisses the side of your head as you catch your breath. You lift your head and stumble through your next words. 

“No! Not no, yes this but…inside,” you take a moment to collect the right words, “everything is how it was before. So soft, and lovely. Feels like a real family, Lo.” You stare off into the sunset, “I wish it could be like that always. That they didn’t have to worry that people are out to get them. Human and mutant alike. The children don’t deserve that…” You mutter the last part. 

“Neither do we, darlin’,” Logan replies. 

“Yeah…” you agree, “I suppose. ‘Neither do we’…” you copy. 

You try to calm yourself in Logan’s hold. Everything precious within your grasp. You close your eyes as you take in a deep breath. “I love nights like these,” You comment, Logan hums in agreement. “Wish we could bottle it up and take it everywhere with us.” 

She looks at you incredulously, eyebrow raised, “You’re so fucking weird.” 

“Yeah, well normalcy’s boring,” you tease, and Logan rolls her eyes. 

“Guess I can’t argue with that…” 

“You can’t,” 

“No…not when I’m here, loving on you…little freak is what you are,” She states, matter-of-factly, a smug smile decorating her face. 

You scoff, “You are so rude sometimes! I am not a freak,” you protest, trying not to smile at her antics. 

“Yes you are. ‘Member that thing you asked me to do with my tongue the other night?—“

“Oh my fucking god,” you cut her short, “shut up! Kids could be out here!” You squeal, whipping your head from side to side, begging to whatever’s up there to not have any child, and please, no one you knew personally, overhear Logan’s sinfully wonderful tongue.

“Yeah, but they’re not…” Logan tries to persuade, leaning down and placing small kisses along the side of your neck.

You whine, “I don’t care,” and try to get out of her hold. But her grip is made of steel—or in all actuality, adamantium— unwavering and unwilling to let go. 

“I think you care,” she mumbles, keeping you put, touching as close as your clothes will allow, “think you care an awful lot about who hears what.” 

“God, can you shut up?!” You whisper-shriek, “No one wants to hear about that!” 

“I wanna hear about it. Want you tell me all sorts of things. Wish you’d tell me more often…we could have more fun like that now,” She lets her hand slowly drift downwards and under your jacket and shirt. Her fingers playing with the button and belt loops of your pants. 

You groan in defeat, you could never resist her, and mutter softly, stubbornly, “I did like that thing you did,”

“Uh-huh, I know,” Logan smiles and lifts her hand to rest on the warmth of you bare skin,  squeezing the flesh of your belly out of comfort. 

“Quit pawing…” you scowl, “can’t disagree. It was good,” then soften your gaze. Reminiscing about three nights ago, when she had you face down, ass up. Hands gripping the sheets and leg quaking with the way her tongue spelt her name over your clit. 

“Yes, I know. With you practically screaming my name and creaming—“

“Ahhh! Too much, Logan! Too much!” You shriek, anxious laughter spilling from you.

Logan chuckles softly, “S’not what you were saying then.”

“Oh my gosh, you just don’t know when to be quiet,” you turn your head to face her. 

“S’pose not,” she shrugs, “not when you’re around anyways…” a soft feeling blossoms in both of your chests. You stare into her blue eyes, and a small smile creeps onto the usually stoic Wolverine’s face.

“You know I don’t mind you talking about us, just wish we could be totally alone,” You say, “have all the little ears gone.” 

“Mmm, me too,” she agrees.

“Yeah?” 

“Yeah.” 

“We could run away,” you jest. 

“Yeah?” She smirks. 

“Yeah,” you sigh and look off, “get a place of our own—just me and you. Nothing big or flashy, something practical but still nice. It doesn’t even need to be too far from here, we could still come to work, be X-Men, come here anytime we like…” Logan looks over your face. Partially, she’d say you sounded serious, but another part of her knows your life is here. Embedded into the very mutant you are, and while she’d love to take you away to something that could be yours, she knows your how deeply you care about everyone here. 

“Sounds like a pretty nice dream you have, darlin’…” She wraps her arms securely around you once more. 

“Not just a dream, Lo…I really want it. Want it so bad, it plagues all my thoughts.”

An answer she doesn’t expect to hear, specially not from you. You continue, “Y’know I love it here. Been my home since I was twelve,” you take a deep breath, “I remember running down the halls with the older kids who would come and go. I remember when Jean first came, my first real friend who ever stayed. Then Ororo, and soon Scott joined us. We all used to run up and down every inch of this manor, and when we finally convinced Scott to not be such a stick-in-the-mud, we would even sneak out. I have so many memories and secrets in that house. And now, with you here, I have even more. But…” you falter. 

“But?” Logan asks. She gazes at you expectantly, patiently. 

“Logan, I’m twenty-five years old, and all I’ve ever seen of normal relationships have been through a tv screen or books. I don’t know how I’m supposed to move in this game. I love what we have here, I do… but I want a home. I want you, selfishly, all to myself.” 

She closes her eyes and lifts her head to bask in the sunlight, before humming, “I understand.”

“Do you?” You turn your head up to gaze at her. Perfect, yet even more so in this light. 

She hums again, “I want you—selfishly—all to myself. Always have, darlin’,” Logan reveals. Suddenly, with that pure and unadulterated expression of love upon your face, a weight lifts off of her chest. Her shoulders feel lighter, even with the weight of her sins still sitting there, she’d take on a couple hundred more if it meant keeping that look on your face forever. Maybe a couple others too, but that one was real special. 

“You don’t think it’s stupid?” You ask quietly. 

“Why’d I think that?” 

You sigh and shake your head, “Just some comment Scott made.”

Logan scoffs at the mention of her fellow X-Men, “What has listening to soldier boy ever done for you?”

“Lo, be nice. He’s like a brother to me,” you defend him, “I know he just means to keep me safe…you and I both don’t exactly have the best tract record when it comes to this stuff.”

Logans lip twitches with a flash of anger, “Yeah, but that’s none of his goddamn business—“

“I know…” you pause, “I know. He made a point though…”

“Like what?” Logan snaps, though her angers’ misplaced, not meaning to aim at you. 

“That Charles gave us this opportunity, this life—full of family and love—that we shouldn’t squander it. Rather cherish it. That…we’re mutants. X-Men. And no matter how much we want to escape that, we can’t. We can never outrun who we are. It’s just better to stick together, cause in numbers we’re stronger. It’s stupid. I know it is, really it is. But even Jean agreed with me, that the want to leave and start anew wasn’t abnormal. But, she’s always been biased when it comes to me,” you sigh, feeling guilty. 

Your family abandoned you, didn’t care what would happen to you just so long as you wouldn’t harm them, or bring along embarrassment to their name. Charles took you in and cared for you the way a father should, the way he loved all the children. He was an extraordinary teacher, and an even better friend, even with all his faults. However, your view was biased when it came to him and your friends. That’s just the cost of emotional attachments, though. 

Logan voice knocks you out of your own head, “Red’s right, darlin’. It’s normal. Don’t go listenin’ to Summers just cause he cares. Jean cares too. Besides, Chuck’s the only one of’em I semi-trust. Maybe you should talk to him…”

You chuckle, “Maybe…but what about Jean? Ororo? Even Kurt? I know how you feel about Scott, but don’t you trust them, baby?” A smile creeps onto your face. 

“Ro’s fine, she don’t need no help handling anyone…” She huffs, "Red’s the same, but she’d got more spitfire behind her. And as for the furry elf—“

“Be nice,” you scold, “Kurt’s nothing but sweet. Mischievous, sure, but sweet."

“Yeah, yeah…he’s fine, I guess,” she shakes her head. 

“Guess I can say you trust more people than just me now, huh?” You tease. 

“Always trust you most, darlin’,” Logan takes your chin between her pointer finger and thumb, facing you towards her, and dips down slowly. Her lips chapped but soft on yours. Her kisses, no matter how short, always made you a little dizzy. 

“I’ll alway trust you the most, Lo…” you breathe out between the kiss, “I love you.” 

She looks into your eyes, blue steel swirling like a storm brewing with emotion, “I know.” 

Logan doesn’t have to say ‘I love you’ for you to know she loves you. Her lips are back on yours, hungry but soft. Chaste to say the least. With each and every second passing, she pours all she is into it, and all she has to say that will go unspoken. Every look, every touch, every small favor, every moment in time that she spends next to you already tells you everything you need to know. And as you break away from her, the last of the golden light settling onto her soften features, you say what she deserves to hear, “I know, too.” 

You stay like that for a while more, the cold coming and going. Kisses exchanged, gazes loving, soft laughter here and there. And as twilight turned to dusk, and the stars and their moon peaked out, you stayed like that a little more, if not to preserve that moment, than to try and steal it away. 

“Perhaps I’ll talk to the professor tomorrow,” you mutter, your head resting on Logan’s shoulder. 

She nods, “Yeah, think you should get on that ASAP.”

“Rocky?” You giggle. 

“What the fuck ever, sweetheart, whatever you want.” She chuckles along to your weird antics, “You want a house, I’ll get you a house. Least I can do for you.” 

“You wanna live with me?” You ask coyly, faux shyness within your attitude. 

“I don’t know, could you not tell by all my shit in your room?” She scoffs. 

“Maybe just a bit,” you say. 

“Yeah, baby…I wanna live with ya…” she sighs, heart full for the first time, in a long time. 

“Just us,” you state. 

“Just us.” She confirms. 

“No kids. No prying eyes.”

“No extra ears. No telepaths,” she shakes her head in embarrassment, which is rare with her, “couldn’t tell you how many times Chuck’s walked by me and gone completely wide-eyed cause he saw something he shouldn’t have.” 

“God…that’s terrible…” you wanted to die. Not actually, but the man most akin to a father figure having seen you in what is most likely very compromising positions, all because Logan’s thoughts were too loud? Extremely embarrassing, “but you’re right. No telepaths. No extra ears. We could be as loud as we want.” 

She hums in agreement. 

“If we want to scream, we can scream,” you list off, “if we wanna fight, we can fight. We wanna fuck, we can fuck. In the kitchen, living room, dining table—“

Logan’s eye’s widen, “What about the bed?” She laughs. 

“Yeah, there too,” you snide. 

“And you got offended when I called you a freak.” 

“You were being mean, don’t deny it!” You continue, “We could talk. Anytime, without worry. We could just breathe and never speak at all. Just us. Just me, just you.” 

“Ain’t that a dream…” she sighs. 

“Mhmm…” you chirp quietly, “I’ll get to work on it tomorrow.” 

“Good…might just be at the top of my ‘honey-do’ list now.” 

“Getting us a house?” You ask softly, she hums in response. 

“Yeah?” You ask.

“Yeah…” she confirms. 

That night ended with you two being yelled at by Scott from the front door to get in before you caught a cold. Not that you could, mutant genes and all, but it was nice to know he still cared. Logan grumbled all the way in about him ‘always ruining a good time’, you holding her hand and squeezing it—trying to remind her to be nice. As you walked into the mansion, a new sense of nostalgia and righteousness washed over you. Yes, this home was yours and it always would be, but beginning anew was never a bad thing. 

Kids of all ages roamed the halls in their pajamas, Ororo and Rogue ushering the littles to bed, while Scott and Jean pointed the older students to the direction of their dorms. You recalled the days that Charles and Hank would yell at you about getting to bed. You recalled just the other day that Charles huffed for you and Logan to head on to bed, even with being as grown as you are. Charles wheeled in, still clad in his suit, and a smile on his face, greeting you and bidding the children a goodnight. 

He wouldn’t tell you this until he next morning, but he had an inkling feeling that you and Logan weren’t to be long before fleeing the coop. And much like a father, he had already purchased a property, close enough to them, but far enough to be on your own. Charles would hug and congratulate you, but he would also remind you that the mansion would always be your home; that he and the others would always be waiting for your return. And that he couldn't wait to see how ticked off Logan would be about this (spoiler alert: she acts like she is, but really it saved her time trying to find something for your picky ass).

A/N: Thank you so much for reading until the end! Hope you had a good read! Until I write again.

[konaanaria13]

Muvéte

K so I wrote this back when I was utterly obssesd with Harry Lewis and then compleattly forgot about it so yeah here u gooo

Warnings: sex, unprotected sex, cursing, Oral sex (F reciving) uh yh.

Also like I love this song and Its just soo perfect so yhh.

Idk about part 2 btw maybe maybe not.

I move closer to them, one of them noticing and without hesitation pulling me into the circle of friend's, an arm around me and jumping up and down with me.

♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡

The music is making my body sway, my hip's slowly as I let my hand's go through my hair and down my body, the alcohol making me feel dizzy, looking around I notice the group of boy's before me, all of them jumping up arm in arm laughing, I look back to see my friend's in the booth getting new drink wondering why they aren't here with me like that, returning my attention back to the boy's, I Grin as I see one of the Blondes Loudly singing to the song, His hand in a fist as Microphone as his friend's cheer him on.

"Excuse me baby boy, just had to dance with you know" I muse loudly and finally his eyes lock with mine, he grin's as I loudly sing with him, he step's aside and the other's laugh as I sing toward the boy.

"See theres nobody in here that compares to you, no! Your hand's on my waist, my lip's you wanna taste" He moves closer, his hand's around my hip's and I grind myself into him, wrapping my hand's around his neck, he lick's his lip's and I grin.

"Come muvéte muvéte muvéte" I sing and his face moves closer to mine, his nose brushing mine as he guides my hip's against his, his lip's brushing mine, I press my lip's against his, his hand's responding by pulling me closer into him, running up and down my back he cup's my ass and I part my lip's for his tounge and he bites my lip.

Our bodies move against the music.

The people outside die out, I can hear their laughter but I shut it out as he kisses me toward the music and all I can hear is him panting and the music making my body move.

"Y/N!" I pull away harshly and push him off as my best friend Katie stares at me.

"No! Absoulutly not! We said no boys!"

"I- you did not just ruin the best kiss of my life for a stupid promise!" I scream over the music and notice how his hand's stayed on my hip standing behind me as his friend's laugh.

"Mate fuck off she's on a boy ban"

"Nope babe stay!" I demand and he laugh's laudly.

"Harry come on they're gonna start fighting over you-" one of the boy's say's and me and katie look at him then at each other and start laughing.

"Dude you think we would fight over a guy?" I ask laughing as the boy behind me —Harry— licks his lip's when I look back at him.

"Let alone him" Katie says and I frown.

"What's that supposed to mean he look's good" I ask and she scoff's.

"You drunk and its night-"

"Nope i stand by it he look's like that one youtuber- I always have his thirst traps on my fyp whats his name?"

"The autistic guy?" Somehow as me and Katie talk the guys didn't get bored and created a circle around us.

"Yeah yeah"

"You see the problem in your statement or no?" She ask's and I laugh again.

"Harry Lewis" I look at the boy who gave the answer, A lanky guy who is grinning from ear to ear hitting the guy beside him.

"Yeah that fucker- so hot- look's just like you friend Har-" I look back to see him biting his lip's in a grin.

"Oh fuck-" I gasp my eyes widening as I grab Katie by the hand and literally run.

Harry Lewis. I just made out with Harry Lewis. And he was just as good as I'd imagine.

"Fuck fuck fuck" I run into the bathroom

"Fuck Katie" Katie laugh's as I cover my face in emberassment, the light's of the bathroom wake me up a bit and I laugh again.

I clean up my lip's and my hair before breathing through. Fixing the blue mini dress on my body I look at Katie for help who just shrugg's.

"God's I hope they changed club's" I mutter as we step outside again but no no, he's leaning against the bathroom wall on his phone his friend's in the back chatting with my friend's, at my table.

Harry look's up as I step out, looking me up and down I blush and cover my face looking at Katie for advise but she moved toward the other's leaving us alone.

"I'm Harry" he extend's his hand and I let my eyes lock with his sliding my hand into his.

"Y/n" I whisper and he pull's me closer by the hand.

"May I pay for your next drink?" He ask's and I lick my lip's, he's right before me again and I suppress the urge to just climb him and kiss him again. Nodding slowly I whisper out a yes, his eyes dip to my lip's and my hand around his, he pull's me along.

"Go to drink?" He ask's as we approach the bar, leaning in close to say the word's into my ear letting me actually hear them.

"Double vodka shot with lime?" I ask and he turns his face to me, again his gaze dip's to my lip's and so does mine as he grin's.

"Are you my soulmate or-?"

"Coincidence." I assure him as he order's four shot's and I take the salt shaker off the counter.

"You wanna do something fun?" I ask, he nod's, I wet my lip's with my tounge and start pressing salt on it making it stick, our shot's arrive and I press one into his hand, he doesn't hesitate to lean down and lick the salt of my lip kissing me for a second my own tounge getting the salt too as I lick it off his tounge, I take a shot and quickly grab the lime biting into it.

"Fuck your a dream" He whisper's into my ear and I blush again smiling, I take the salt shaker again this time I simply sprinkle it on my tongue and take the second shot quickly.

He take's his second one aswell and I watch as the liquid spill's over his lip, without thinking I lean up as soon as he set's the glass down I'm going on my tip toes to reach him and kiss him, I wonder if he really wanted to kiss me that bad or if it was the taste of lime juice in my mouth that made him grab my waist and pull me on top of him.

"Can we get out of here?" He ask's and I nod furiusly as I place my hand's on his shoulder's, out of his hair.

"Yes please" I whisper into him and We quickly walk back to the other as I grab my purse and he grab's his jacket, I pull Katie toward me and tell her I'm leaving to which she roll's her eyes.

"Autistic guy she has to pay me 20 pound's if you guys hook up you know" I gasp as the other's stare at us, the girl's giggle as the other boy's start questioning me and Katie but Harry grab's my hand and waist pulling me along.

"I'll pay it don't worry" he say's to Katie who visibly gasp's.

Harry pull's me outside of the club and I start jumping a little as the cold get's to me.

"Fuck" I shudder, Harry pull's his phone out and order's an uber drunkly looking at me.

"Where's your coat?" He ask's, the blue mini dress around me not being the best for cold wheather I suppose but I just smile akwardly as he look's at me with a dissapointmet mum look.

"I can't look good in a coat" I say and he laugh's, taking his coat off he put's it around me, sturggeling with the zipper, I put my arm's through the holes and hug into him as he closes the zipper, I laugh, he put's his arm's over my shoulder's and I hug him back keeping him warm in return.

He look's down and I'm thankful for wearing high heels because I only have to highten myself a little to reach his lip's.

I kiss him quietly, the music and the people gone compleatly as his hand's go into my hair pulling me into him.

Somebody honks and I groan into him.

"Uber" he say's grabbing my hand he pull's me into the car and onto his lap.

"Good night mate?" The driver ask's as I think of kissing him but the taxi driver look's back at us so I curl up into Harry instead blushing horribly against his panting chest, I can feel him hard underneath me and his hand goes to my thigh running it up and down my bare skin making me want to whimper.

"Please tell me you live right around the corner?" I ask whispering but he grin's in response pressing a warm kiss to my lip's.

"10 minutes love" he promises and I close my eyes as he kisses me slowly, nothing like the kiss before, this kiss is warm and soft and there to last for an hour or two without moving a single muscle.

He strokes my back, my hair, my leg's and I pull away panting.

"Few more minutes" I let my head drop into his chest and close my eyes against him.

After what feel's like hour's the Uber stop's and as soon as we step out of the car and the door closes he presses his lip's onto mine harshly, hungryly grabbing my ass he lift's me off the ground and his jacket is the only thing in the way for comfortability as he walk into the building, in the elevator he unzips the jacket as he hold's me up against the wall kissing my neck, biting my neck, sucking on my skin until im moaning.

I walk backward's toward where he is leading me through the hallway, he fumbles in his pocket while his lip's are on mine and I sigh and Pant against his, he groan's until he find's the key's the presses me against the door as he opens it, we collide with the wall in his flat and I gasp as he takes his shirt off and I Try to unzip my dress, turning me around, my ass flusch against him, he kisses my neck from behind unzipping my dress slowly taking it off, I moan loudly as his hand's run down my chest and cup my breast squezing softly, he sucks another hickey into my skin.

Pressing into me from behind, I rub myself against his hardness and he groan's.

"Bedroom" he mumbles turning me back around, my lip's meet his and I fumble with his belt as he moves me from the wall guiding me toward his bedroom, I hear him take his shoes off as I throw his belt to the side.

The dress fall's off compleatly and I struggle to get my heels through it, taking off his pants he leaves my lip's quickly getting down on his knees, with a simple push he sit's me on his bed and I gasp opening my eyes to realize we're already in his room, looking down on him he takes my heel's off quickly kissing up my leg's he kisses the inside of my thigh's, not thankful that I wore white panties because you can see the wetness right through them and he grin's looking up to me with those fucking beautiful eyes.

"Fuck" I swear, his hand hocks around my thigh's and his lip's caress my thigh's, slowly he takes my panties off and I thank all the god's for reminding myself to shave, as his tounge run's over my wetness making me moan out loudly.

"Fuck" I moan again as he start's kissing and sucking and fucking magic on me, I stay silent for about five second before I turn into a moaning mess, One of his hand hold my leg's apart as I shake against his face, his other one running up and down my stomach pushing me to calm my shaking down but fuck i'm sensitive.

His hand moves from my stomach and two of his finger's fill me up, I cry out loudly gasping for air.

"Please please please" I beg screaming as a wave of pleasure roll's through me.

"Fuck Harry please" His head fall's back and he grin's licking his lip's and his finger's clean before moving up to me and kissing my lip's.

"Fuck you taste like magic" He groans loudly into my mouth his hand's holding my face in place.

He moves on top of me and I scotch up the bed hoocking my leg's around his waist I use all the strengh in my body to make him turn around on his back, I grind myself down on him and I use my hand to feel to get him complewttly hard, he moan's as I stroke him a couple of times before alining him to my entrance.

"Hey i'm clean but uhm condom?" He ask's and I shrug.

"Im on the pill? And i'm definetly clean." I Inform, he licks his lip's and his hand come around my waist, pushing me down a little, I let myself drop on him and I moan out, he fill's me up compleatly and I look down groaning in frustraisiton as I see that I'm about halfway down on him. "Fuck" I moan as I start moving up and down until I really have all of him inside of me, I let out a shaky laugh and look at him, he has his head back, his lip's pressed in a fine line as he starts guiding my hip's back and fourth, up and down.

"Fuck your so thight, Love" he moan's and I moan leaning my body down to him, kissing him slowly as he start's moving his hip's into me, He hold's me down steadily as He fuck into me with force, making me cry out again and again, he groans loudly.

"I'm gonna cum, fuck" I whisper my eyes tearing up at the pure pleasure going through my body.

"Fuck please do" he muttered in a groan and it doesn't take much more than that please for me to realease, sitting up I ride out my high as I hear him groan loudly and feel him slowly fill me up, I sink down on him and let him do exactly that, he moans and sit's up grabbing my face with both hand's and kissing me, my skin against his, I feel how sweaty i've gotten, how hot his skin is.

"Shower please?" I ask after ten minutes if not moving, sitting there and kissing him until We finally calm down.

I get off him slowly as he point's toward the shower.

I put the water on and wash my body clean, I can barely stand so I sit down in the shower, noticing how fucking expensive it all look's I take as little as I can from his shampoo and clean my hair and body.

I step outside and notice a fresh towel on the sink along with some boxers and a T-shirt.

I put the clothes on drying my hair with the towel as good as I can.

Stepping outside I notice he's put fresh cover's on the bed and also that he's put my clothes in a near pile on the chair.

"Do you wanna stay overnight or?"

"I mean if you don't want to I can leave no worries? I'll get the uber don't-"

"No no no, I'd love for you to stay, actually please do stay." He say's and I look at him, he's in some grey sweatpant's and I grin a little moving toward him.

"I would love to stay then" I mutter and he leans down because now that I don't have my heals on it would be very hard for me to reach his lip's.

"Great, then I'll just be right back out with you, make yourself comfortable" he kisses me quickly before going to take a shower himself.

I take my phone out my purse and text katie a quick messege.

10/10 asked me to stay over plus fuck fuck fuck he's good. Too good im scared in a good way

Kys. U owe me 20 pounds.

-K<3

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The shelter of the future [ Part 01 ]

AO3: Part 01

Admin: A short one-shot based on Ruki's DF route. It has 3 parts and I will post next part tomorrow. I present this to my girl Afra @afra-blueraz . We miss you girlie. Please get better soon. We all love you :3. This was requested by @its-irsaa-fyp 😘.

The weather was cold and dark and the rain was getting heavier and heavier every moment. All the people were wearing warm clothes and jackets made of leather and warm wools and continued on their way. Most of the couples used a common umbrella and their hands were tied in each other's hands.

In the middle of a merciless storm and heavy rain, a thin and pale girl was standing next to a shop. Her clothes did not look very warm. The body and all the clothes were wet because of the rain and she was hugging her arms to get a little warm. Her wet hair was falling on her face and water was dripping from the corner of her hair. In the darkness of the night, her face could not be seen well, but if someone looked at her carefully, they would realize that she was crying.

Yui: (Ruki-kun, please hurry. I'm scared. I don't want to be alone. Please come back faster. What will happen if they find us?)

Ruki had stolen the person he loved the most from the Tsukinami mansion and now he wanted to run away with her. Yui had been imprisoned by the Tsukinami brothers for months. Shin had brutally tortured her and her whole body was scarred. Yui had become very mentally unstable and was very scared.

*flashback*

Shin approaches Yui and he slaps Yui so hard that Yui falls on the ground and blood comes from the corner of her mouth. Tears in her eyes and she can't even breathe regularly.

Shin: Do what I said or I will kill you.

Yui could not speak a single word. She had endured all of Shin's tortures and knew how cruel he was and would really kill her if she disobeyed him.

Shin approached Yui with slow steps and while Yui tried to get up from the ground with her weak arms, he pushed her to the ground again. He wrapped his arms around Yui's slender neck and began to squeeze with all his might, but was careful not to break her neck.

Shin: You will do what I said right now or you will never be able to breathe again.

Yui's eyes turned black and she struggled for her life.

Yui: O... O... Okay...

As soon as the word left Yui's mouth, Shin let go of her neck and Yui was panting frantically.

Yui: *cough* *cough*...

When Yui caught her breath, Shin was looking at her expectantly with an evil grin on his face. She stood up with tears in her eyes. Her hands and feet were shaking. She slowly raised her delicate hands and started taking off her clothes. Until she felt the caress of a hand on her bare skin.

Shin: Good girl... let me help you take off the rest.

*End of flashback*

Yui had tears in her eyes as she remembered the bitter memories. She was immersed in her own thoughts and did not notice that people were looking at her. To the lonely girl who is wet and shivering in the rain.

Yui felt the caress of one hand on her shoulders again. But this caress was not familiar. She turned to see a strange man looking at her with concern.

Man: Young lady, is something wrong? Let me help you.

Yui was horrified to see the strange man. She stepped back to defend herself.

Yui: Don't come near me. Do not touch me.

Man: I want to help you.

Yui was scared and didn't know how to react. Without being able to think straight, she started running even though Ruki had told her to wait for him. She ran as fast as she could and cried until she reached a dead end.

Yui sat next to the garbage and hugged her knees. Tears flowed from her eyes and wet her innocent face. She was shaking and crying because of the cold and fear. Her pained face showed that she had suffered a lot.

Yui: Ruki-kun... please... come back...

While she was crying in the dark alley, a man approached her and held an umbrella over her head to protect her from the rain. He slowly began to caress her head and though Yui's attention was drawn to her. Yui looked up and saw Ruki.

Ruki: Yui... I told you to wait for me.

Seeing Ruki, she jumped into his arms without any hesitation and started crying again. She was hugging Ruki with all her heart. It was as if she was drowning and Ruki was her lifeguard.

Yui: Ruki-kun.... *Sob* ... Ruki-kun.... *Sniff* ... Please.... *Sob* ... Don't leave me alone...

Seeing how scared and cold Yui was, Ruki frowned. He considered himself guilty of these events. He should never have left Yui alone in that hellish mansion. He should have gone earlier to save her.

Ruki took off his jacket and threw it over Yui's shoulders and hugged her tightly. He pressed Yui's head to his chest and gently caressed her and kissed her wet hair.

Ruki: Don't worry, Yui. We are not apart. No one can separate us anymore.

Yui relaxed in Ruki's arms and took a deep breath. Ruki looked at the tickets he had prepared. They didn't have much time, they had to leave this city faster. To be with each other and stay together forever.

After Yui calmed down, Ruki gently wiped the tears from her face and kissed her cheek. He helped Yui put on his jacket. And while holding her delicate hand, he held the umbrella over her head and they started to move to escape from this hell together.

[aigenfandoms]

Thank you TikTok ~ Fanfic

All writing is completed by an ai program

All characters and scenarios were picked by me but inspired by TikTok 😭this is all over my fyp

Characters: Tiana & Nanami

Scenario: Tiana bakes for Nanami

Maybe I’ll do one for all of them? Which ship is y’all’s favorite 💀

Just as she turned around to investigate, a portal opened before her, and out stepped Nanami Kento, a jujutsu sorcerer from another world. He looked bewildered, but his formal attire and stoic demeanor remained intact.

Tiana, never one to shy away from hospitality, offered him a friendly smile. "Well, sugar, looks like you've wandered into the wrong bayou. But don't you worry, you're welcome here. What can I do for you?"

Nanami adjusted his glasses and replied, "I seem to have found myself in an unfamiliar place. A colleague of mine made a miscalculation with his cursed object. While I'm here, I'd like to make myself useful. Is there something I can assist you with?"

Tiana chuckled at the notion of a jujutsu sorcerer helping her in the kitchen, but she decided to take him up on his offer. "Well, darlin', I could use a hand with these beignets. Care to give me a hand?"

Nanami, always precise and diligent, washed his hands and donned an apron. Tiana taught him the art of making beignets, explaining each step with enthusiasm. As they worked side by side, their conversation flowed effortlessly.

Tiana learned about Nanami's world of curses and sorcery, and Nanami was fascinated by Tiana's dedication to her dream of opening the finest restaurant in New Orleans. Despite their differences, they found common ground in their strong work ethic and determination.

Hours passed, and the beignets came out perfectly. Tiana wiped her hands on her apron and grinned at Nanami. "Well, sugar, you're a natural in the kitchen. You know, you ain't so bad for a sorcerer."

Nanami nodded, a rare smile gracing his usually stern face. "Likewise, Tiana. Your dedication to your craft is truly admirable."

As they enjoyed their freshly made beignets, Tiana and Nanami continued to chat, sharing stories of their worlds and dreams. Tiana found herself drawn to the mysterious sorcerer, and Nanami was charmed by Tiana's warmth and determination.

Eventually, it was time for Nanami to return to his own world, but not before promising to visit Tiana's restaurant whenever he found himself in New Orleans. They exchanged a heartfelt goodbye, and Tiana watched as the portal closed, leaving her kitchen in its quiet splendor.

Tiana went back to her cooking, her heart filled with a newfound appreciation for the unexpected connections life could bring. She knew that the memory of that day, and the beignets they had made together, would stay with her forever. And who knows, perhaps one day, she'd find herself in Nanami's world, experiencing new adventures and flavors together.

[hysteria-things]

sfw :)

on and off matt who likes to explain some random video game or movie lore to u and sounds 100% serious about it as if its real

on and off matt whos 6 months or a year younger than u (idk he just gives off the vibe of being younger 😭)

on and off matt who listens to u vent about ur problems and always has the best advice for u

on and off matt who sends u cat videos saying "us?"

on and off matt who likes to spam u tiktoks of random funny things or animal videos he sees on his fyp but its never cute couple videos which makes ur bf so unique 😭

on and off matt who prefers being little spoon and being ur baby during cuddling

on and off matt who likes to ask u for a kiss after saying "lets go" humbly after getting a victory on fortnite

on and off matt who loves ur cooking and fucks that shit up LMAOOO

on and off matt who does the laundry and cleaning for u

on and off matt who takes care of u as a moody mess on ur period

"i love u please dont ever leave me"

"oh u dont want me to leave u?"

"no"

"gotcha, won't leave"

on and off matt whos always in ur comments after u post urself on instagram or tiktok

on and off matt whos always in ur photo dumps

on and off matt who's very clingy and loves ur personal space

"give me a kiss"

"matt-"

"give me a kiss"

"matt ur pissing me off"

"one kiss"

"*smooch* okay get the fuck out"

*proceeds to shimmy away*

on and off matt whos always doing something stupid around u

*tries to handstand and ends up making a picture frame fall off the wall*

"*gasp* matt-"

on and off matt whos always attached to ur hip anywhere u go (ex: shopping together as u push the cart)

*holds up a bra and acts as if hes got it on* "think these are my size?"

"matt those are d cups"

"??? no these are bras"

"no- ykw, okay!"

on and off matt who squeezes ur tits and goes "honka honka" 😭😭

on and off matt who gets jealous and petty when u tell him about all the guys who tried to get with u after u guys broke up

"oh and- *yap yap yap*"

"hm right"

"and then- *blah blah blah*"

"hm right. so u wanna know how that makes me feel?"

"what?"

"like idgaf"

on and off matt who sees it coming everytime u hit him with a "ykw? we're over"

"shi, alright, can i get a kiss before i leave tho?"

on and off matt who has patience with u and refuses to yell at u back everytime u guys argue

on and off matt who has to deal with his girl friends trying to flirt with u (tara yummy and madison beer) but he prefers it rather than some random dude doing it

on and off matt who hearts ur stories or posts even after u guys break up

on and off matt who lowkey stalks ur social media over and over after u guys break up

on and off matt whos still cool with ur parents and siblings after u guys break up

on and off matt who daps up ur dad and side hugs ur mom in front of u after u guys break up and they invited him over for dinner without being aware of it

on and off matt who helps ur younger sister with her school homework even if he kinda forgot some things he learned in school and calms her anxiety while she stresses out about it

on and off matt who yaps about superhero lore with ur younger brother and is actually so engaged in it that he forgets hes actually here for u

on and off who always has to be warned whenever u whip out ketchup in front of him 😭😭

"look away im gonna put ketchup in my plate"

*immediately freaks out and covers his entire face* "are u done?"

"yep all good :)"

*sighs in relief as if he just faced the hardest thing in the world* "man. thank u"

on and off matt who gets severe separation anxiety to the point he makes u pee with the door open while he either lays in bed waiting for u or stands in the doorway while u get lecture him about this behavior 💀

*giggles*

"😐 i'm not laughing"

on and off matt who burps in ur face despite the fact that he hates chris doing it 😭

and lastly to top it off, whatever this is...

*yapping*

"wait"

"what?"

*farts*

"bro"

YOU ARE SO CREATIVE WITH THESE I LOVE THEM

[catwouthats]

My ideas for a Young Justice show that is actually based of the comics (that will never happen)

Animation style:

Bart’s hair is its own entity. To be animated differently than Bart and others. Hair is animated studio ghibli style bc of the static (this will slowly fade as he gains more control over excess energy. RIP extra fluffy hair Bart.)

It’s important for it to not feel like cinema. It should feel like a moving comic. Backgrounds will be simple and mostly stagnant unless the characters interact with it. Backgrounds will not always be where they are, like comics, it could just be a color, abstract art, or simplistic abstract art. When a character is moving towards the camera it should slightly feel like a 2D object is moving towards the camera.

Animation in different layers to get more comic feel (think how the background moves in the opening of beauty and the beast.)

Nothing regular should have a high frame rate or have smear (exceptions: odd things like Bart’s hair or an odd object/person like Bedlam. One background smear frame that stays a smear frame while a character is flying to help show speed without making viewer dizzy.)

Should not have a lot of bright flashing colors (especially without warning.) I WANT THIS TO BE ACCESSIBLE PEOPLE!!

Showing multiple Bart’s at once (like how they do in the comics) to show how he’s moving fast rather than give the viewer a headache (or/and rather than leave out him being like that)

Onion layers are our friends, onion layers are our friends, onion layers are our friends

Character outlines are our friends, character outlines are our friends, character outlines are our friends

Should have occasional little text pop ups like they do in the comics(ex: “this actually happened in Superboy #80” or some shit)

I think I was a frame rate of 12-20… Maybe just 12 fyp? Idk yet

Character’s

We will be addressing Kon’s SA trauma thank you very much. Or at least mention how IT SHOULD NOT HAVE HAPPENED.

I just really want more interactions of Slobo, Bart, and Kon, bc I feel like we never explored that dynamic and they’d do so many petty crimes together.

We will very much be exploring Anita’s background and will very much STOP SEXUALIZING NATIVE/BIPOC WOMEN SO MUCH.

Every one of the characters will be voiced to have their specific accent (I have already made a list on all their different accents)

We will also be addressing Bart being infantilized bc DC seems to be on and off doing that with him??? wtf???

The “Cissie’s trouble with her mom and than her mom admitting she was wrong etc” arc is STAYING I LOVE THAT ARC SOOO MUCH

We will have the Anita and Lobo date. (I love them so much.)

We will be implying that Young Justice is just a big polycule (which is very fucking easy to do. Literally just have to follow the comics)

We will have Slobo and Slobo helping Secret and Slobo being vulnerable and Slobo and Slobo

Snapper’s shirts are staying.

We might be adding to Anita’s story BECAUSE I FEEL SO RIPPED OFF THAT SHE DOESN’T HAVE HER OWN COMICS

We also might do a flashback to secret’s past or something… I dunno yet… I just know I need to include her history

Other

I don’t think we should start at the beginning of Young Justice 98. I wanna start after Tana Moon dies; I hate her so much.

That song Go! By Santigold WILL BE THERE IT WILL BE THERE ISTG

I will be mentioning the blue eyed stare. Too many of these mf have blue eyes

We will be mentioning/doing the Santa Clause dying story