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I thought a lot of stations did not work anymore but I was wrong I am listening to BBC Scotland (Glasgow) right now. This is SPLENDID itâs better than my modern radio! I also got some Russian? Stations I am just rifling through my middle wave stations right now and noting them in a notebook.
#shitpost#noodles open mouth and shit do come out#radio#the lady#this is so cool#theyâre having a talk about mental health right now itâs really nice actually#antique radio#it sounds so soothing I could do this all day#I guess I found another special interest
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áľĘ°áľÂ  ˢáľáľáľâąáśÂ  ˥áľáľáľáľË˘Â  áľáľÂ  âąâżÂ  áľÂ  áśáľáľáľáľáľâżâąáśÂ  áľáľáľáśáľÂ  â  áľáľáľÂ  áľĘłáľáľ
#âž annabelle rose shadows ⧽ you can't just run from sadness when it runs inside your veins â˝#âž icameasiam : visage ⧽ within the silence of this illusion is there anything more than human? â˝#âž icameasiam : musing words ⧽ when you think i've said enough tell me and i'll bite my tongue â˝#âž icameasiam : headcanon ⧽ cutting into my code and erasing everything I know â˝#âž icameasiam : threads ⧽ you're used to speaking in tongues to feel like you're in control â˝#âž icameasiam : music ⧽ the voices once so soothing make me feel so fucking dead â˝#âž icameasiam : aesthetic ⧽ the empty husk of a flawed design â˝#âž icameasiam : scenery ⧽ i was lost but now i'm found under the lights and in the sounds â˝#âž icameasiam : connections : words ⧽ when i return i will look for you so listen for your name â˝#âž icameasiam : connections : visuals ⧽ you'd be a better memory if no one else forgot â˝#âž icameasiam : desires ⧽ take off all of your clothes and hold me til we're frozen â˝#âž icameasiam : family : mother ⧽ the sound of my screams are gonna drown you out â˝#âž icameasiam : family : father ⧽ raised by wolves in sheep's clothes that abandoned me â˝#âž icameasiam : out of character ⧽ this is a part of me you begged to let you see â˝#âž icameasiam : announcements ⧽ all i want is something to keep us from the things we are afraid to know â˝#âž icameasiam : memes ⧽ i love the look on your face when i'm tempting you â˝#âž icameasiam : messages ⧽ what's left to say that hasn't been already said before?â˝#âž icameasiam : promos ⧽ you may be just like me without a home lost and looking for something â˝#âž icameasiam : wishlist ⧽ be careful what you wish for â˝#âž icameasiam : verses ⧽ to tell your tales and fables you couldn't wait â˝#âž icameasiam : tag drop â˝#tag drop
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⧠âşËł cw. fem! reader, unprotected, praise, established relationship, whiny nanami, cowgirl, mdni.
nanami loses his mind whenever his dick slips out of you.
thin blond strands of hair stick to his forehead as he stares at you. âsweetheart,â he almost pouts, hearing nothing but white noise in his ears as youâre jerking your body up and down against him. you felt so good, the warmth you always provided for him made him fall more and more in love. your saturated grip was merely addicting. he was quite literally drowning in your cunt. he found himself licking his lips, tossing his head back in bliss with a beefy arm clinging onto the rickety headboard. nanami uses his free hand to hold onto your waist, padded calloused thumbs brushing up and down your waist. âugh, you do it s- so well, ride me so good,â and his words were like a broken record, a broken whisper. despite its raspiness, you could still hear the neediness lingering underneath. he looked so pretty, glossed up with tears of damp sweat. nanamiâs mahongy blown irises rolling back before a low grunt pours from his lips.
âkento, âm close,â and as those sweet three words left your quivering spit-glossed lips, you let off a pitchy loud moan. your knees dig themselves deep into his thighs. as you vigorously rock further against his lap, it happens. heâs got a hand attaches to your waist only for his cock to abruptly slip itself out of your slippery cunt mid thrust and you could hear a tiny gasp leave his lips.
âo- oh fuck,â he groans, blinking twice. his entire palm creeps up against your ass as he pants. even the way he swore sounded angelic. the squelching pop sound that created from the sloppy action of your hips makes his ears ring. nanami buries his face into the forbidden crook of your neck in sheer embarrassment, wrapping a few thick fingers over his veiny length. âlet me put it back in, s- sweetheart. stay still . . please.â
there was so much entreating beg in his voice, he felt the furrowing curl of his eyebrows compress together before he sprawls your thighs apart further with a single hand.
âokay,â you hum, feeling a breeze of wind rip straight out of your lungs. youâve lost track of how many hours itâs been, riding him until he was a dumb pussy drunken mess. nanami felt his cock twitch at any and every word escaped from your lips. he could listen to your voice all day and never grow tired. your voice was his own favorite song to listen to on loop. âput it back in, âken.â
âanything for you, my love,â he huffs, broad arms wrapping around your torso. he held you close, never wanting to let go.
the parching hot temperature of your own body radiates against him - your chest, it presses up onto his own and he practically feels himself melting from your balmy heat.
âs- so soaked for me.â he points out with half-lidded eyes and a flushed face, preparing to re-align himself. nanami finds himself gawking at just how wet you were, creating a sheeny trail of your heat all on his lap. it made his mouth water at the thought of him licking it right up. he never minded to be messy â especially for you.
anytime you let him go inside, he makes it his entire life goal to make sure you feel good.
you let off a whimper, skimming a few trembly fingers down his faded undercut as heâs going back inside. you can hear his irregular pants as heâs smearing his damp cockhead against your entrance. nanami stares down, practically about to cum just from going back in.
with ease, you suck him in slowly and that moment was gonna always be embedded into his brain. you always swallowed him in so good. his girth, it stretches you open right away and your pussy greets him yet again with another greeting welcome. âk- kento, fuuuck.â
âi know, i know,â he pants, maneuvering soothing circles around your back with a clammy palm. you still had your knees dug into his thighs, making a cute attempt to start moving again. both bodies so close, perspiring with sweat that you start to stick and glue against him. with his sculpted jaw tightening, nanami canât help but give the left cheek of your ass a nice squeeze. âoh, sweetheart. âm not gonna last if you keepâ keep clamping down on me like t- this, fuck.â
as heâs fully inside again and his eyes salaciously roll way back, the powerful jerk of your hips starts to accelerate again and heâs already dumb.
dumb from your sweet, sweet cunt - his true enemy, you had him whipped.
thereâs already a milky white ring coating around his thickset base. each time you jolt up from his lap only to slam back down, you hear the squelches of your own slippery cunt.
itâs messy, heâs messy. only for you though.
nanami feels the warm palm of your hands playfully shove him back against the fluffed pillows thatâs directly behind him. âah,â he lands back with a sheepish expression, gentle umber colored eyes flickering at your grinding body. âw- whatâs this?â
âlie back, ken,â you murmur to him, feeling the fat tip of his cock repeatedly kiss up against your most sweetest spots. it took everything in you for your thighs - for your legs to not collapse right then and there. you see more teary beads of sweat race down the sides of his forehead as he clings onto your unstable waist. âthere . . good,â you purr to him, sliding a hand up his abs, a finger ghosting down his chiseled v-line and further back down toward his visible blond happy trail. âgood boy.â
he swallows â a soft noise leaving out of him. nanami felt his cock twitch again, and this time, you felt it too. âs- say it again,â he pleads, his voice gruff yet still needy. you steady your hips, creating more haste before pressing a kiss into his neck. âc- call me that again, sweetheart.â
âgood boy, kento,â you repeat in a whisper, realizing that he actually got off to your praises. he melts again, this time at your words. the bed creaks and grates in rapture, sweaty bodies mirroring springy movements in sync before he abruptly sinks his face into your chest.
âpraise me more,â he utters hoarsely, and you let off a soft moan as he shifts himself underneath you.
youâre still bouncing on him, hearing the groaning springs of the bed sing out a lewd tune of its own and your back arches. as you felt brief bittersweet pangs near the undersides of your thighs spread like wildfire, he whines.
âmhh,â and within seconds, you feel the wet tip of nanamiâs tongue lick a long stripe down the valley of your chest. pretty lashes of his flutter shut before he holds your hips in firm place. as you stare down, his twitching thickset cock still concealed deep within your walls, he pouts one more time, squished face tuck right between your chest.
âplease. praise me again, my love. pretty please.â
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jjk men coming home and finding you crying
ft. gojo, geto, nanami, toji fluff and comfort
gojo satoru
you wiped your eyes quickly as you heard the door opened. you took a deep breath, making sure your voice didnât come as shaky as you said, âwelcome home, toru.â with a big grin and the usual paper bag filled with sweets on his right hand he planted a kiss on your head. âiâm home baby.â
you were just about to let out a sigh of relief when satoru suddenly knelt in front of you whoâs on the couch, blindfold off as his blue eyes stared as if seeing right through you. âwhatâs wrong?â he said softly, his knuckles brushing over your cheek with such a careful gesture. âwhat do you mean?â you tilted your head, cringing inside at the bad feign. âyou canât fool my six eyes, baby. also what kind of boyfriend iâll be if i canât even notice when my girl is sad?â
you tried to form a sentence to say as an excuse but the kisses he peppered across your face wasnât really helping. you chuckled as you whine softly, âtoruu.â the white-haired man cupped your face, a gorgeous smile on his face. âmy favorite sound, baby,â he said, kissing your lips. âtell me? pleaseeee.â you laughed once more at his emphasis at the last word. âitâs really nothing, toru.â
âi love listening to nothing. we even have some sweets here as snacks,â he said, opening the paper bag excitedly. âi think you just want an excuse to eat it at 8 pm,â you raised an eyebrow, as he grinned. ânonsense, baby. now câmere, let me hold you while you tell your story.â he put you between his legs, your back resting on his broad chest comfortably. you sighed out of wonderment, thinking how you could be so lucky, being this loved by the man.
âhere, pick whatever. this one is my favorite,â he rummaged through the bag thatâs on your lap. you looked at him with fondness as his face leaned in beside you to see better. âyeah? youâll give me your favorite?â
âthereâs nothing in the world that you canât get, baby.â he kissed the side of your face. ânow start from the very beginning.â
geto suguru
âif you thought you were doing a great job hiding those tears i have some news for you sweet girl,â getoâs voice was gentle on your ear as he wipe the wet residue underneath your eyes with the inner sleeve of his robe. âi wasnât really hiding it,â you frowned, somehow not liking the fact that he noticed your little moment of weakness. âyeah? so you were just rubbing your eyes all rough like that for no reason?â he gave you a little smile.
yeah, it was a battle you had lost from start.
he put his arms around you, rubbing your back in a soothing pattern. âwhatâs wrong baby, everything okay?â you melted right into his touch, resting your head on his chest right on the calming beating of his heart. âyeah, itâs not really a big deal,â you mumbled, your low spirit was really affecting him more than he would ever let you know. his hand kept moving as he once again kissed the side of your head, a low chuckled escaped him. âyouâre cute when you think you have a choice on telling me what had upset you.â
you laughed softly at his playfulness, knowing full well to youâll end up telling your boyfriend everything. âyouâre right. but can i tell you later?â you asked, wanting just this peaceful moment to last just a little longer as you held him tight.
ââcourse baby, got all the time in the world for you.â
nanami kento
nanami already knew that something was off when the house felt a little quiet as he arrived. and then he found you hunched over as you stood behind the kitchen counter. âhoney?â you wiped your eyes with what you thought was the speed of sound but it was clear to both of you that you had been crying. âhi ken, how was work?â you replied with a small voice, a smile nanami didnât particularly like plastered on your face; only because it seemed forced.
âoh no, weâre not breezing past it. come here my love.â and his embrace enveloped you like a dream, all warm and perfect. he stroke your hair ever so softly as he whispered sweet nothings. when you calmed down a little he sneaked a hand under your jaw, rubbing his thumb on your cheek gently, a gesture with amount of love you could only guess. âwhatâs wrong, hm?â he questioned you, his eyes shone with adoration; thereâs only you in that moment.
âiâm okay, ken. more importantly arenât you tired from work?â thereâs a deep crease between the blondâs man eyebrows he heard you say this, as if that was the most offensive thing he had ever heard from you. ââmore importantly?â there could be nothing thatâs more important than you, dear,â he said, knowing that concern was from a good place, like he was worrying over you, of course you would fuss over him who just came home from work.
âstillâŚâ you hesitated, but he kissed it out of you quickly. âwant me to prepare you a bath, love? you know i can get the perfect temperature for you,â he whispered, coaxing you. and he was right, even sometimes he would get it right more often than you. before you could even mumble out another excuse he continued. âand while you do that iâll prepare dinner, okay? iâm sure thereâre still some ingredients left to make that nice meal you like.â
âno, i couldnât possibly let you do all the work ken-â
âlove, iâm here. you can relax, okay? you always do so much for me, let me do this for you,â he reassured you, cupping your face as he trailed your cheeks with soft kisses. youâre still not convinced, as he smiled over your great concern. âdo this for me, please?â he tried once more and thereâs no way you could refuse that. you nodded, feeling another wave of tears coming out of gratitude for your boyfriend., âthank you ken, i love you so much.â
âi love you too. and when youâre ready to talk, iâm here okay? always.â
toji fushiguro
he lifted you up, your leg instinctively wrapped themselves around his waist as he grabbed both of your thighs to support you. you tighten the hold of your arms around his neck, resting your head on your shoulder, nuzzling closer to his neck; not wanting him to see your post-crying face.
he sat you on the kitchen counter, putting both of his hands on the hard surface, on either side of your body practically refraining you to run away. âwhatâs wrong pretty girl?â he asked you whoâs currently staring at the fingers on your lap as if itâs the most interesting thing in the world. he kissed your shoulder blade, intentionally lingering a little long to hopefully calm your nerves. ânothing, i guess,â you answered nonchalantly, like detaching yourself. âyouâre shit at lying babe, you know that right? look at the frown that youâre wearing right now, itâs almost touching the floor,â he said as he kissed your neck next. âmean,â you meant to frown, and you realized you were already doing that for the past hour. fine, maybe he had a point, so what?
ânah, whatâs mean is when my girl wonât even tell me what made her upset,â he said, tilting his head confidently, his big hand on your waist as he rubbed your side. the look on his face was enough to make you relent. âfine⌠youâll force it out of me sooner or later anyways,â you mumbled as he smiled, knowing that you needed a little push is all to sound your worries. âatta girl.â
âtell me all âbout it yeah? donât leave out a single detail. then maybe if youâre up for it, i can show you that i got many ways to cheer you up,â
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You met your incubus!husband late one night during a thunderstorm. Usually he wouldn't be out feeding in a time like this, but he was hungry... and once he caught a whiff of your scent, it was all over for him.
He entered through your window, ready to go into your dreams...
That's when he spotted you curled up on your bed, hands over your ears as you tried to stifle your terrified sobs.
His first reaction was... intrigue. Why was this human crying in the middle of the night? Why was she curled up with a stuffed animal, wasn't that a thing only children did when they were afraid?
The incubus felt something strange while observing your trembling form... but he pushed those feelings away. You were too panicked and scared to feed from, so he'd have to find a meal somewhere else...
But he paused when you looked up at him. Not because he was afraid he had been caught, no, he froze because of the look you gave him.
Your lip was trembling, hair messy and cheeks covered in tears. When you looked at him, he almost felt compelled to rush forward and pull you into his arms, to comfort you with soft kisses and gently rocking.
But why did he feel this way? Why was he beginning to walk towards your bed and reach out to place a hand on your hair to soothe your fear?
The way you instantly began to relax, leaning into his touch made him... feel something. Something other than lust.
"Thank you.."
His eyes lit up at the soft gratitude you showed him.
Had anyone ever thanked him before?
Before he could even think, his arms were wrapped around your body, pulling you in closer so he could shield you from the thunder and lightening. The loud sounds and bright flashes of light became blurry and muffled... and you finally found yourself able to sleep peacefully.
His visits became nightly after that. There was something about you that drew him in. He couldn't feed on anyone anymore, his heart wouldn't allow him.
You became friends quickly, though it was obvious to most that he was pining after you terribly. Every waking moment was spent thinking of you and the next night he'd be able to visit...
You noticed he was getting pale one late evening, his eyes a bit dull.
âAre you feeling okay, Lulu?â
His name was Lucian, something you learned after his second visit.
âAhh⌠Iâm alright. I just⌠havenât fed in a while.â
Lucian settled down next to you, his tail gently caressing your thigh. It wasnât on purpose, his tail was moving on its own due to how hungry he was. To anyone other demon it would be clear how much Lucian wanted to mate with youâŚ
âFed? You havenât⌠umâŚâ
Your cheeks felt warm against his shoulder. He sighed softly, nuzzling against your hair. No other person he had bedded with had a scent like yours. It was intoxicatingâŚ
âI havenât had sex since we met.â
This made you feel kind of⌠flattered. The way he gently reached for your hand and held it, the soft smile he had when looking at youâŚ
Oh.
âIs it⌠because of me?â
His cheeks flushed a light pink, and she looked away. â⌠perhaps.â
His tail swayed before beginning to move up the skirt of your nightgown. He immediately looked embarrassed, trying to pull it away.
âIâm sorry, itâs just⌠it moves on its own when IâmâŚâ
You shook your head, opening your legs a little to give his tail access.
âDonât be sorry. Youâre hungry, arenât you? WellâŚâ
You smiled shyly, squeezing his hand back. âI⌠wouldnât mind providing you with a meal.â
He was gentle, his tail slipping under your panty line to play with your clit as the two of you shared your first kiss.
Lucian tasted like strawberries and honey, you couldnât get enough. When he reached a clawed hand to hold onto your soft cheek, you instantly leaned into his touch.
He had never kissed someone like this before. Usually they were quick, heated with tongue and gnashing teethâŚ
But you slowly licked his bottom lip, and he felt his cock twitch in his pants as he explored your mouth. It was so sensual and tender that he could almost cry.
âI⌠think I love herâŚâ
With that revelation, his slit pupils expanded and he pinned you down, his tail rubbing your own slick against your pretty hole before plunging in.
âL-Lucian!â
You whines out in a mix of pleasure and discomfort, getting used to the feeling of his tail fucking in and it of your as his lips moved to your neck. His tail pumped aphrodisiacs into your body, making your head get fuzzy and your pussy throb with need.
It wasnât long before he couldnât take it anymore. Your cum was intoxicating, he was starving!
Lucian sank his cock into your, watching as you writhed and bucked your hips, your pussy gushing and clenching around him.
The two of you were a heated mess of needy kisses and cum, both unable to pull away. He had already had his fill, but continued to fuck into your fat cunt, watching as his cum spurted out of you with each thrust.
By the end of the night the two of you were clinging to each other, exhausted but happy. He had never been so worn out in his life⌠or as satisfied. As Lucian gazed down at your sleepy face, he knew then that you would be his wife soon enough.
He kissed your head and fell asleep too, leaving his life of being an incubus that slept with whoever he could behind.
Lucian would be your devoted husband now, until you died, and even beyond that. A demonâs love could last lifetimesâŚ
âââââââ
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simon has told you countless times before that civilian life is tough for him. every time he comes back home from deployment, there's a tension in him that's hard to soothe. as rough as military life was, it gave him a purpose, made him feel like everything he didâdown to the food he ateâwas for something. it's not like that back home.
he doesn't like to sit around and do nothing all day. and you've told him that he owes it to himself to relax, to just sit down and enjoy the mundane. that's what being home is for, you'd remind him. but it's hard for him.
you've found it's a little easier for him to relax if you're doing it with him. so you'll invite him to watch whatever you've got on the tv, or ask if he wants to take a midday nap together. it gradually gets easier over time. he resists less each time you ask.
but you don't fail to notice how much he fidgets, like his very being is uncomfortable with sitting still unless it's for work. he's always moving somehow, fingers itching to do something.
the solution he came up with? he's got his hands on you whenever possible. it's easiest to relax when you're moaning in his ear.
even now, when there's a movie playing on the tv in front of you, simon has you sat on his lap with your legs spread in front of the screen. his head rests in the crook of your neck, peppering kisses on your jaw, and he's still able to keep his eyes on the screen so you don't scold him about 'not paying attention' later.
of course, it's not like you're paying attention either. hard to when he's got two of his thick fingers knuckle-deep inside your slick cunt. he pumps in and out at a steady pace that has your toes curling and your head falling back against his shoulder. the wet squelches that sound out every time he pushes in and curls his fingers is more enticing than the people on the screen, anyway.
"gotta take care of my girl," he'd coo in your ear. his fingers slide out and up to your swollen clit. he presses gentle circles around it before patting your sensitive skin with just enough force to make you squirm. "and gotta make sure she's gettin' enough attention, too, huh?"
right now, his only focus was on making you cum hard. he knew that angle to take to make sure his fingers hit deep inside, making your back arch off of his chest. your slick walls hugging and pulsing around his thick digits until you're squeezing tight and flooding his hand with your cum.
"that's it, baby," he groans, panting with you like he'd cum in his pants from just the sight of you. his fingers spread you open, sliding through the obscene slickness. "such a pretty fuckin' sight."
regardless how much you mewl and moan and whine, he doesn't stop until you're shaking, until you can't give him any more. but when that happens, he moves his hands off of you, letting you get comfortable so you can doze off with your head in his chest while he rubs your back in soothing strokes.
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in internet posts it is easy to cut them out of your life. they are hurting you! they aren't listening to you!
they held your hair back. they lent you lipstick. they held your hand at the train station and got you home safe. they rounded on your bully, got loud, said get fucked, spitting-mad in your defense.
they also cut the hair off again. told you that you should really think twice before wearing something like that. took you for granted. took your insecurities and threw them in your face again.
you know logically it should be easy. all the internet advice comments always read it will feel better. like an equation - if a person is rotten, you just remove them. you pull the tooth that's hurting.
but it was never a big flare-up moment. you don't live in a sitcom. they never tried to take your boyfriend or steal from your apartment. they showed up to birthdays and they wrote songs about you and bring you water without you asking. once you found out they carry an emergency inhaler for you, even though you haven't had an asthma attack in years - just in case.
where is the line? people fuck up. sometimes they fuck up badly. sometimes people have raw personalities, like a powerline, and being around them is dangerous. addicting. sometimes they can't help themselves, but you know they're trying. sometimes they are just rough-around-the-edges. sometimes they don't even realize how they sounded when they said that. sometimes it's just - you've both loved each other for so long now, the way this thing hurts goes back to the root.
and that's the fucked up part. you have pushed your fingers against the sweetheart of memory. things these days are electric, tense, harrowing. they didn't used to be. there were a lot of good days in there. sometimes you want to just close your eyes and say can this be over yet? do we still need to be fighting?
doing that would give up any chance you get of getting an apology, but you don't always know that you need an apology, you love them. once they flaked on your birthday party. once they told you to get over it, people are always dying. they also let you crash on their couch for a week after the breakup, handfeeding you when you were so sad you couldn't eat. they are also judgmental about everything, occasionally react to banal statements with an attitude that is weird and fiery. they also love you like a lighthouse sometimes, so strong they cut the storm like lightning.
but the problem is that you might be storm. you might be the thing that needs breaking. what if you are two forces who are desperately, horribly drawn to each other, shaped by the other person's passions, and both good for each other and bad in equal measure.
what if you're both just people, and you're no saint neither.
just cut them off! swallowing the saltwater, you catch yourself in the mirror. you've been shaking more than usual. there's an ache in you that is oblique, loud, impossible to soothe. is this what it looks like? when life is "easier"?
your mouth will always have a hole, is the thing, if you remove the tooth.
#spilled ink#warm up#writeblr#this is about someone specific but feel free to blorbo on main.#tbh this is familial for me so that is an element but it's also about childhood best friends#and probably about ur enemies to lovers blorbo#(but i want to specifically say if ur partner is like this. not necessarily a good partnership lol.)#(the dynamics at play in familial/friend relationships feel equally important and in some ways are HARDER to escape.#bc we can see that this is a potentially toxic romantic foundation.#but in family ? ...... it's toxic and it doesn't stop u from loving them. bc u always have.#and i think that makes it harder. by a lot. which is what this is referencing).#but genuinely and really truly forever feel free to tag ur potentially toxic enemies to lovers on this and all my poetry#here i'll do one for u - adora & catra :x
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i want to see feral lando. dom lando. choking and degrading and rough lando. maybe a bad race, maybe flirting with another driver. weeknd vibes lando. rough rough rough lando.
heat.
ln x fem!reader - 4k celebration
in which lando fucks you until the sun comes up :)
i am. feral. there are no words to describe how unhinged i am over this, this is super self indulgent and i cannot thank you enough anon hehe - lemme know what yâall think ily! <3
songs to set the mood: earned it by the weeknd, novacane by frank ocean, heaven angel by the driver era
warnings: 18+!! minors dni!! smut, pwp with a bit of plot, choking, crying, swearing, overstimulation, neck? riding? (hehe), degradation, a slap or two, soft dom!lando, also not so soft dom!lando (he switches up a bit), just feral unhinged vibes
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foreglow:
the glow of light appearing in the sky preceding sunrise
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the sunrise casts a tangerine foreglow over your bodies, the bed, everything the light can touch.
landoâs slumped against the headboard and youâre sprawled over his lap, legs hooked over his, with his hand working between your thighs.
itâs been hours. heâs had you spread out for him, countless positions and locations utilised. you were paying for your behaviour over the race weekend, but really, it was all his fault.
heâd been too cocky, looked too good, the australian air getting to his head. youâd been glowering at him since youâd arrived in the land down under, watching in erotically charged horror as he paraded around looking, to put it simply, slutty. tight shorts, arms out, neck on display for all to see. his fucking neck. god, it looked so thick, flexing every time he turned to smirk at you. the heat rendered you delirious, and so did he.
and you couldnât even think about that fucking daddy bracelet heâd been sporting.
you decided you needed payback, in the form of some carefully constructed, harmless flirting with everyone from the mechanics to the guys on the pit wall old enough to be your father. but lo and behold, it worked, and thatâs how you found yourself in this position.
the position in question?
being fucked every which way lando deemed fit until the sun came up.
âyou learnt your lesson yet, baby?â lando grunts into your ear, pinching your clit between his fingers.
your thighs are soaked, shaking uncontrollably, and your head has lulled back against his shoulder. youâre breathing heavily, your back flush against his front and heâs restless. youâve lost count of the number of orgasms youâve been pushed to.
âlan.â you breathe, eyes fixated on the bracelet adorning his wrist. the kitschy trinket sends liquid fire down your spine and you spasm as he continues to swirl his calloused thumb over your clit.
âthatâs not an answer.â he tuts, slipping his fingers through your slit until heâs circling your weeping entrance. youâre coated with slick, some of it his from where heâd fucked you up against the wall a good few hours ago. âhave you,â he kisses your shoulder, trailing his fingers that were digging into your hip up your belly. âlearnt your lesson?â his teeth sink into your flesh at the same time he pinches your nipple.
you gasp out a cry of his name, slurring incomprehensibly, âyes, yes, âm sorry, iâm so sorry.â you sob. his chest rumbles cruelly with laughter and youâre hurtling towards another release, the overstimulation making it easy for him to get you off.
âthatâs all you needed to say, honey.â lando coos condescendingly.
as if heâs rewarding you for owning up, two of his fingers sink into your entrance, sliding deep. the sound of your wetness sends your eyes rolling back as he scissors his digits in and out of you, speeding them up into a delicious grind. youâre a mess in seconds, slumped into him as close as can be. kisses over your neck soothe you and you feel the wet rush of your release approaching quicker than you can comprehend it. you gush all over his fingers, dripping down his wrist, coating that annoying fucking bracelet.
âthere you go, baby. so good for me.â he whispers, slowing his thrusts. âcan you turn over for me? want you to look at me.â
you pant as you wriggle around in his arms until youâre straddling his lap. you can feel yourself dripping on him, his thick length sliding between your folds. the exhaustion renders you languid, ready to let him do just about whatever he wants to you next.
lando cups your breast, stroking gently over your nipple while he runs his tongue all over his long fingers. he loves to make you watch, torturing you until youâre needy for another release.
âyou think you can do a few more for me?â lando smirks, bringing the fingers that heâd just licked clean to your other breast, fiddling with your other nipple. he has you rolling your hips against him, inadvertently chasing another high already. he loves it, revels in how he can reduce you to this, so desperate that youâre grinding down on his cock, a wet mess in his lap, all for him.
âyeah, lan.â you nod profusely, your tired eyes locked with his. the early morning sun hits them enticingly, making them sparkle green in the warm light. he looks disgustingly gorgeous like this, soft and yours, resting against the headboard, curls spilling over his forehead and into his eyes. if you didnât know that he was mulling over a million twisted ideas in his brain that involved resorting you to tears of pleasure, youâd think he looked adorable.
âgood.â he grins. ânot even nearly done with you.â he looks evil; your thighs clench around his hips.
without moving you off of his lap, he uses his strength to slide down the bed until he lays flat. he beckons you to crawl up his body, and you find the strength to wriggle over him, thighs resting on either side of his neck when he stops you.
âyou gonna slide your pretty little cunt over my neck?â lando asks, wrapping his huge hands around your thighs. you gulp, staring down at him dumbfounded. âdonât look at me like iâm crazy, baby. you think i donât see you staring at it with that special little look in your eyes?â he teases. âget to fucking work, iâm not gonna ask again.â
hesitantly, you lower yourself against his his skin, flaming red with embarrassment and lust. you canât lie and pretend that you arenât utterly enticed by this, that you arenât leaking down your thighs at the prospect of sliding your pussy along his tanned, flexed flesh. the adventurousness of the escapade makes your legs tremble, nerves eating you alive, but itâs all worth it when you feel that first glide.
you curse out, loud and breathy, the new sensation creating lewd sounds between you. heâs obsessed, staring up at you in mischievous awe as you rock your hips backwards and forwards. you tangle one hand in his hair, tugging hard in sheer desperation, while the other hand balances you against the headboard so you donât crush him. he guides your hips like he wants to die like this, suffocated by you and everything you have to offer him.
âoh my fucking god.â you choke out a moan, jaw hanging agape as you continue to slide against him. every time you move forwards, you feel the delectable prickle of his trimmed facial hair scratching against your inner thighs and your eyes squeeze shut each time, pure pleasure bubbling in the pit of your belly.
âyou have no idea how fucking good you look.â lando rasps, digging his fingertips into the meat of your thighs. youâre so tense, teetering on the very edge. the strength he possesses, his composure while youâre sitting on his fucking neck makes you throb.
you gaze down at him, feral, and it does something to him, because heâs yanking you up onto his parted lips, burying his face as far as it will go. you yelp, collapsing into the headboard as he holds you down on his tongue, lapping up your mess.
âcan taste us.â he mumbles into the flesh of your cunt, barely audible, but you hear it and it makes you shiver. you black out as your orgasm hits, your ears ringing as bliss courses through your limp body like a delicious electric shock. your nerves are shot when he rolls you onto your back.
âfucking heaven.â lando groans, crawling over you as he licks his lips.
heâs invigorated by the taste of you, how spent you are, and how itâs all his fault. you canât string a sentence together, but youâre grabbing at his toned body like youâre begging silently for more, anything. he needs to drive into you, fill up up, make you remember that your little games will always lead back to this, the reminder that youâre his.
âyou sensitive, honey?â he growls, hand sliding between your legs while his necklace rests in the valley between your breasts. you whimper at the sensation, overloaded, nodding. you both know you need more; he needs more. âtough.â
lando practically folds you in half when he fucks into you, giving you no solace in adjusting to him. he ruts into you hard, fast, unrelenting as he sinks deeper and deeper with every thrust.
âyouâre gonna behave from now on. you donât need to make me jealous for me to fuck you.â he grunts. his slaps your hip, the harsh snap leaving a sting that has you convulsing. âthis is what you deserve isnât it? whoring yourself out because you were a wet mess for me all weekend.â
you whine his name, sobs wracking your body. he feels utterly divine hammering into you like life itself depends on it. youâve lost track of where he stops and you begin, stars behind your eyes that turn into butterflies festering in your belly. youâre so full, flushed beneath him, gushing every time he opens his dirty fucking mouth.
âcrying for me, love?â he mocks, lowering himself to get even closer to you, his tongue finding your tears tracks and licking the salty residue away until youâre shuddering.
âplease, lando, please, told you iâm sorry.â you plead, begging for something undisclosed, but itâs okay, because he knows exactly what to do with you.
âbe fucking quiet.â lando coos once more, sickeningly unsympathetic.
but you canât help it, whimpering out his name, begging for some form of relief, or mercy, or for him to just fuck you impossibly harder. how can you be quiet when heâs tearing you so perfectly apart?
lando doesnât like being disobeyed, so when you continue to sob, loud and lewdly, his hand finds itâs way to the base of your throat. your jaw goes slack, wheezing at the intense rush you get when he squeezes slowly, and you canât help but let go.
âfucking- lando!â you writhe.
âi know, baby, i know.â he shushes you, hooking your leg even higher so that he can bury himself as deep as possible.
you spasm hard, impossibly tight around him and he stutters, collapsing you both hard into the mattress. you hold him so, so tight as he cums, shooting into you. you can feel him leaking out of you already, white hot, and laying there in a heap of sweat and adoration. he breathes a laugh, nuzzling into the crook of your neck.
âare you okay, honey?â he whispers, kissing your collarbone.
âjust peachy. a bit knackered.â you giggle, tangling your fingers into his damp curls.
âso, you liked the bracelet then?â he teases, nose bumping against your cheek as he raises his wrist to your eye line.
âi think it needs a clean.â you wrinkle your nose, thinking about what the beads had been exposed to over the last few hours.
âletâs shower, hm? then we can watch the sunrise.â lando suggests, sitting you up slowly.
âyouâre gonna need to carry me.â your legs are still quivering.
âanything for you.â he says, hand over his heart.
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45 minutes later, the sun is sitting pretty, high in the sky.
7:26am, the clock reads. the melbourne skyline glimmers hot with the rise of a new day.
youâre snuggled into his side, wet hair cooling the heat of damp skin. your eyes flutter, barely fighting the urgent need to sleep.
âyou have no idea how much i love you.â lando caresses your stringy locks, pushing the hair from your eyes.
your bare bodies mould together, basking in the orange of the dawn.
âlove you.â you mutter, brushing your lips against his chest in an open mouthed kiss. âpromise iâll start behaving.â you snicker.
âbut baby, you know i love it when youâre bad.â
âokay, iâll remember that⌠daddy.â you retort, a teasing lilt to your tone.
he ignores the way his blood rushes south, too conscious of your exhausted body - and his own - to climb on top of you and fuck you until the sun sets once more.
âget some sleep.â he whispers through gritted teeth.
you sink into sleep while he watches over you. the view from the hotel room is gorgeous, breathtaking, but why would he give it even a millisecond of his attention when he has you?
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head? empty.
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oh my! what a naughty bunny!
synopsisďšhonkai star rail men nâ their bunny girlfriend !
pairingsďšboothill ăsunday ădr ratio ăaventurine ăgallagher x bunny fem!reader
cw ďšnsfw MDNI. unedited. mild dacryphilia ( dr ratio ăsunday ) ămating press ( gallgaher . . . becuz heâs big ) ăspanking ( dr ratio ) ăfingering ( aventurine ) ăcunilingus ( aventurine ) ăblowie ( sunday ) ădirty talk ( boothill ) ă some of them tug on ur ears :> ăpetnames ( bunny ăsugar ăetc ! )
noteďši am slowly catchinâ up in honkai star rail so i decided tew write these ! ! :33 been thinkinâ hard about dis anyways so . . it doesnât hurt to write a lil sumn ! mistakes might be found . . | reblogs are highly appreciated. feel free to send me an ask if you would like to talk tâme or send a thirst/rq ! â millie âĄ
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boothill couldn't help but chuckle at your pathetic attempts to resist him, you were the one who wanted him first and begging for him to fuck you . . . why are you changing your mind now? your struggles were utterly adorable and only further fueled his desire. âoh sugar," he muttered gently, reaching out to cup your chin. his eyes softened as he looked into your tear-filled eyes. the cowboy knew your body was aching for release, the desperation and excitement coursing through your veins. "i canât understand ya, baby," he whispered, leaning in close to your ear. "do you want me or nah? âcause iâll walk âoutta this room if you keep whininâ and grindinâ against me like this, be vocal. tell me what âcha need.â
ânâno! donât wanna!â
âdonât wanna what, bunny? use ya words.â
âi . . donât want you to walk out . .â
âgood girl. see, wasnât sâ hard to use your words, yeah?â boothill chuckled, the sound rumbling deep within his chest as he met your gaze. His eyes darkened with desire, but there was still a playful twinkle within. âsuch a slutty bunny,â the cowboy gave you a wicked grin, his hand trailing down your exposed stomach, stopping just above your panties. the fabric was damp from your arousal, and he couldn't help but smirk. âlisten baby, ima reward you if you're a good girl . . a real pleasure show for a real naughty bunny like you."
your ears twitched at his words, squealing when he pulled you even closer. âam not a naughty bunny . . .â âyeah? ya sure?â his voice dropped to a husky whisper, "weâll see about that. weâll see how long youâll last with my cock inside this pussy. trust me, sugar . . . you'll enjoy it more than you ever thought possible. just like the slutty and naughty bunny you are.â
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ânow now, donât cry," sunday soothed, his voice low and sultry. âweâve got a lot of time tonight, sweetheart. maybe iâll teach you a few lessons on how to suck on my cock properly . . youâre quite sloppy, my beloved.â sunday echoed, his monotone voice full of amusement as he leaned down, capturing your tearful gaze with his own. he gently lifted your chin, his thumb wiping away a stray crystal tear. his dick twitched in your throat when he kept his gaze on your teary eyed face . . fuck. he wanted to see more of that. âbeloved . . .â he cooed, feeling the rush of pleasure course through his body as he thrust into your warm, wet throat . . his hand slowly wrapping itself around both your cute little rabbit ears, tugging you forward. he could feel you struggle, the way you gagged and choked on his length, it sent a thrill of excitement through him. your boyfriend gripped your ears tighter, guiding the movement as his thrusts grew eager.
âthatâs it, angel, take it. take all of it.â sunday murmured, his voice hoarse with lust. at this point, he could feel his release building up, the tension coiling in his gut. âswallow it, choke on it, make it yours." the halovian male slammed into your poor little throat, knowing he owes you warm tea and breakfast the next morning! your moans were heavily muffled by his thick cock filling your throat. the mere sound of flesh slapping against flesh filled the room, punctuated by sundayâs grunts and your whines, increasing the tears that spilled from your pretty eyes. the wave of ecstasy crashing over your boyfriend and you knew it. his orgasm hit him like a foreign train, flooding your throat with his essence . . . holding you in place by your bunny ears.
âmmh . . . that was good, my little angel." his hand traced over your cheek, âbut we might have to work on your gag reflex.â
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SMACK! a loud sound reverberated around the room . . your fluffy white tail twitched in veritasâ hold. with a force of movement, he pulled you up . . . using your tail as a leverage as he chuckled, smacking your ass again . . . you could almost feel it warming up. ânaughty bunny you are. you thought it was a good idea to send me erotic pictures?â veritasâ fingers worked on your skirt, pulling it up and off. he discarded it on the floor of your shared room, leaving you in your underwear. dr ratio couldnât help but bite his lip at the sight of your tears streaming down your face, murmuring pleas for him to pound you. aeons . . . you were such a naughty bunny. the naughtiest bunny heâd ever come across. " . . . foolish girl. your desires have consequences," he growled, âyouâre a naughty slut. itâs like youâre begging me to pound you when you cry like that . . .â he adjusted himself, positioning himself at your entrance.
he raised a brow, admiring your precious submission he yearned for. the sight of you pleading for more, bunny ears twitching, breasts bouncing invitingly, your sparkly-like eyes that produced tears, sent shivers down his spine. he leaned up, capturing your mouth in a bruising kiss. his tongue delved deep, tasting his bunnyâs need and desire. dr ratio wanted to push you further, testing how far he could take you before breaking point. pulling away, his large hands found themselves on your ass again, running his hands along your flesh . . , raising it for another smack. âyouâre insatiable, aren't you? let me remind you again, girl, bad bunnies get punished for being naughty. or have you forgotten that?â
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your boyfriendâs eyes lit up at the sight of your pussy, glistening with desire. he loved every part of you, basking in the warmth of your body as he chuckled . . . reaching up to caress your little ears that he wouldnât trade for anything else. âdamn, you're soaked," he murmured, licking his lips. "i can't wait to taste you.â aventurine moved closer between your legs, pushing your thighs apart further with a smirk, flicking your bud with his thumb. âspread them wider for me, bunny." aventurineâs eyes widened as he saw how wet you were. he had to fight the urge to dive headfirst into your pussy. he took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down. "youâre so ready for me, aren't you?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper. with an eager nod, he slowly slipped his two fingers inside, filling you up pure lustrous intent. âmâmore âturine . . .â a soft chuckle emitted from your boyfriend as he lowered his head, licking your inner thighs. "i know bunny, i know what iâm doing.â but yet, he wanted to hear you beg for it, to know that you desired him as much as he did you.
âcâmon baby . . . say this for me.â his tongue flicked against your outer lips, tasting your sweet nectar. "say . . âplease, avenâ . . .â he begged himself. "eat me out." his eyes fluttered open, narrowing dangerously . . . he couldnât help but devour you with his gaze. â . . please aven . . âwâwant you to eat me out.â âthatâs my good bunny.â aventurineâs tongue darted painfully slowly in and out of your pussy, teasing your walls. as he licked and sucked your clit, his fingers explored the depths inside your pussy, the gambler wanted to touch every inch of you, to know your body better than his own. he was determined to make you cum hard, just like he knew you'd make him. although in the back of his mind, he knew he had to fill out the paperwork thatâs been due for days! but right now, all he cared about was making his cute bunny scream his name. he wanted to make you forget about everything else in the world in that dumb little head of yours except for him.
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you were so small against him. not only was he obsessed with your cute lilâ rabbit features, he was also obsessed with how cute and adorable you were against him, legs he had to restrain with his own hands due to you moving around too much . . . your cries echoed in the room, punctuating your passionate lovemaking. each groan fueled his dominance, reinforcing his love for you. gallagher gently placed his hand over the bulge on your belly, biting his lip at the sensation of his cock sliding in and out of your belly, grunting when he caught sight of your ears twitching. shit, you were adorable. âfuck, youâre fuckinâ tiny, baby, i could break you whenever i please if i wanted to.â his cock reached the deepest parts of your pussy in this position, knowing he wouldnât last long with your legs pinned up against the mattress.
with a tug of your ears, gallagher savored the sound of your cries, your body folding under his weight . . your pussy taking his big dick so well heightened his arousal, driving him further into depravity. his thrusts grew more fervent, each one a declaration of love. â. . âm foldinâ you left and right, baby. see how good your pussy sucks it in?â with a growl, his hand gripped your ears lightly . . . sparking something primal within him. gallagher kissed you roughly like a starved man, bruising lips colliding fiercely with yours as his tongue invaded your mouth. the harsh mating press position made it harder for you to move around, trying to keep up with his harsh movements and thrusts at the same time! heavy breathing filled the room, punctuated by occasional cries of lust and pleasure. gallagher was taking what he wanted, his lilâ bunny girlfriend.
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a halloween trick and a halloween treat
pairing: cat shifter!bucky barnes x female reader
summary: you wake shortly after midnight on halloween, thinking it must've been your rescue cat disturbing you. but when you discover a naked, sleeping stranger in your bed, you're in for a much bigger surprise.
warnings: 18+ content (minors dni!!!), monsterfucking, shifter dynamics (mating, purring, a nonhuman cock), sorta fated mates, smut, piv sex, unprotected sex, creampie, nipple sucking, fingering (f receiving), oral sex (f receiving), multiple orgasms, dry humping, light bdsm dynamics, lots of check-ins, biting, dirty talk, alpha kink, praise kink, pet names (koshechka [russian for kitty]), aftercare, very fluffy happy ending
word count: 12.9k
a/n: i had the idea for this fic so many weeks ago i don't even remember what inspired it, but i thought it might be a fun halloween fic! i struggled a bit with this fic, especially the magic and justifying bucky's decisions, so i hope it all makes sense!! suspension of disbelief is your friend with this one đ
anyway i hope y'all enjoy!! âĄ
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Something wasâŚoff.Â
It was the middle of the night, the waxing moon shining brightly through the curtains of your bedroom, an October chill in the air, and youâd been woken by⌠something. A sound, maybe?Â
It wasnât uncommon for your rescue cat to wake you up in the middle of the night by knocking something over or playing with one of the many toys youâd gotten him. Sometimes, heâd even wake you up when he gently padded onto your bed in the middle of the night to snuggle into your body over the covers.
You smiled sleepily at the memory of having been woken up plenty of times in that manner since youâd found the Russian Blue trapped in a bucket behind your apartment building the previous November. Youâd named the cat Bucky, which you could admit wasnât the most creative idea youâd ever had, but it fit the mischievous feline.Â
At the very least, you certainly understood how heâd gotten himself trapped in that bucket, since heâd gotten himself stuck in any number of places around your apartment in the year since youâd brought him home, yowling for help until you rescued him.Â
In fact, you sometimes thought he got himself stuck on purpose for the sole reason of getting your attentionâand the soothing snuggles you offered him afterward, cooing soft words about how he was your precious, handsome man in his soft little ears.Â
But that October evening, almost a year after youâd brought the cat home from the vet with a clean bill of health, you strained your ears to listen to the dark stillness of your apartment. You couldnât hear the telltale padding of Buckyâs paws, or feel his warm body curled up next to yours.Â
Something still feltâŚdifferent. Off.
Thinking about it more, you thought you felt a weight on the other side of your queen-sized bed. When you shifted, and the covers caught on something, as if they were being weighed down by something, you thought you mustâve been woken by Bucky jumping onto the bed and curling up to sleep.
Your eyes were still closed and you were snuggled deep beneath your blankets, but you pushed an arm free, reaching across your bed, your fingers seeking the soft fur of your cat. But when you searched the spot just below the other pillow you kept on your bedâin the hopes that youâd one day have a partner to share your bed withâyou didnât feel Bucky.
You felt bare skin. Warm, bare skin. Warm bare skin covering a broad, muscled back.Â
Pulling your hand back with a hiss, you wrenched your eyes open and found that it wasnât your rescue cat in bed with youâit was a man. A man with his broad back turned to you, his soft brown hair messy on the other pillow and his spine curved like he was curled into himself.Â
And when your eyes trailed down the length of his back, you realized with a gasp that this stranger was naked. In your bed. In the middle of the night.Â
What the actual fuck!?Â
You sucked in a sharp inhale, your lungs filling as your body prepared to let loose the shrillest scream you could manage, because what the fuck!?Â
The man mustâve been woken by your gasps or your movement, because before you could make another sound, his head rolled over on the pillow and he blinked at you.
His eyesâŚ
For a moment, they seemed to shine yellow in the moonlightâso much like Buckyâs when you were snuggling in bed before falling asleep. It stole the breath from your lungs, and your scream died in your throat.Â
As you watched, the manâs eyes shifted into a calm, piercing blue, and you had the odd feeling you recognized them. It almost looked like they were the same shade as your Russian Blueâs, even if they looked so different, so human.
The manâs eyes flickered with confusion and his soft lips pulled down into a frown. He reached a hand out to you, as if wanting to comfort you, but jerked to a sudden stop, his gaze falling on his own hand and staring at it as if it wasnât his own.Â
He looked almost as disturbed as you felt finding a strange man sleeping naked in your bed.
The moment heâd looked away from you, youâd filled your lungs with more air, preparing to finally scream for help, and the manâs gaze flicked back to you. Just before you could scream, the man moved swiftly, rolling over and throwing his body on top of yours.Â
His strong arms caged you in beneath the blankets and his broad, warm chest pressed down on yours, keeping you pinned but not crushing you. The manâs hand cupped the back of your head and pressed your face into the curve at the base of his neck, effectively muffling your scream into his smooth skin.Â
It all happened so fast, you didnât have a chance to feel scared, and a second later, a purring sound filled your ears. Vibrations seemed to come from the man on top of you, making your entire body hum pleasantly from the sensation traveling through the blankets that were trapped between your bodies.Â
It was remarkably comfortingâŚand oddly familiar in a way you couldnât place. It made you feelâŚsafe.Â
So safe that your body, which had been tensed with fear, slowly relaxed. All your muscles loosened until you were a melted puddle of pleasant tingles. A dazed smile teased the corners of your lips and you nuzzled the manâs shoulder, breathing in the scent of his skin. He smelled like something wild, like the night and the moon.Â
The purring tapered off, and without the sensation of the vibrations reverberating through your body, you tesned again. It came back to you that you were pinned beneath the blankets of your bed by a strange, naked man, whoâd somehow broken into your apartment in the middle of the night.Â
You began to thrash beneath the cage of the manâs broad chest, kicking your legs and flailing your arms to try to dislodge him, but he was a solid weight on top of you.Â
In fact, if he wasnât a strange, naked man, heâd make a pretty good weighted blanket. But as it was, fear was making your pulse pump hard in your veinsâthat is, until you heard his voice. His first words.
âItâs me,â he rumbled, his words barely discernible above the purring that started again from his chest. His voice was deep, rough, gravelly, like he hadnât used it in a long while. âItâs Buckyâyour Bucky.â
The breath stalled in your lungs and all thoughts of screaming died a quick death. You blinked past the manâs shoulder, staring up at your ceiling, trying to process what heâd said. How could this man be your cat, Bucky?
The orange glow of the streetlight was filtering through your curtains, joining the bluish hue of the moon, casting your room in dark, multihued shadows. It was late Octoberâit was Halloween, if you remembered correctly, since it mustâve been after midnight.
It was the time for spooky things, and you were probably more inclined than most to believe in the fantastical, but you couldnât seem to wrap your still sleepy mind around the fact that there was a strange, naked man in your bed and he claimed to be your pet cat. That justâŚit couldnât be real. Right?
The man kept purring, and the longer you thought about it, the more peculiar it seemed. Men didnât purr like that. Like a cat trying to soothe a frightened kitten. But thatâs exactly what he was doingâand you were the frightened kitten in this scenario, which didnât bother you as much as you wouldâve thought. Because the purring did feel and sound very niceâŚ
But still, he couldnât be Bucky. That would mean he was somehow able to shift between human and cat form, and you didnât care how many romantasy novels you read about shifters falling in love with humans, they couldnât be real. They just couldnât.Â
Even as you thought that, and told yourself you knew what was real and what was fantasy, the fact that the man was also your pet cat was the only thing that made sense. It was the only explanation for why his purr sounded so much like Buckyâs, why his eyes had looked so much like Buckyâs, why his warm, wild scent reminded you so much of Bucky.Â
âB-Bucky?â you whispered into his shoulder, your voice shaky and uncertain. You were so quiet, you didnât know if heâd heard you. But his purring softened, and he pushed up enough that he could hover above you. You saw his face properly for the first time.
AndâŚoh. What a handsome face it was.
Two piercing blue eyes framed a straight nose, leading down to a pair of perfectly soft-looking lips. His jaw was broad and sharp, softened slightly by the thick, dark scruff that was almost long enough to be a beard. In the moonlight, you could see patches of silver streaking through the dark brown of his scruff, and you ached to rake your nails through it.
Instead, you flicked your gaze to his brown hair, which was longish and falling into his face in the most charming way. But even as you wondered how itâd feel to run your fingers through the manâs soft hair, your eyes wandered back down to his eyes, which were staring at you warily. He was watching you closely for your reaction, but you were too stunned by his handsomeness to do more than stare back.Â
âAre you going to scream again?â he asked gruffly, his voice still raspy from sleep or disuse, you couldnât be sure.Â
You took a moment to think about his question, really think about it. If you were honest with yourself, you were starting to believe the man was, somehow, who he saidâBucky, your pet cat transformed into a human. It was hard not to consider it, especially when you were staring up into his eyes that looked so much like Buckyâs that it gave you an eerie sense of dĂŠjĂ vu.
But the rational side of your mind reminded you that he could still be a lunatic pervert with eyes that just happened to look like Buckyâs. He couldâve been stalking you long enough to know your petâs name, and could be trying to lure you into a false sense of security toâŚmurder you or something.Â
 So you narrowed your gaze on him.
âMaybe,â you finally answered. âDepends on whether you can prove you are who you say you are.â
He nodded like he wasnât surprised by your answer and looked away, his eyes trailing over your room. There was something about the way he looked at your pile of not-clean-but-not dirty clothes and the mess on top of your dresser that made you think he knew the landscape of your bedroom almost as well as you did.Â
Which was, decidedly, not like a stalker pervert whoâd never been in your room before.Â
âFirst,â he started in that deliciously gruff voice of his. âCan you tell me if itâs Halloween?â
You huffed a sound that was halfway between surprise and frustration. You didnât understand why he was delaying. You wanted him to either make you believe he was Bucky, or convince you he wasnât so that you could get on with screaming and calling the cops. Feeling him laying on top of you was beginning to feel far too comforting for your liking.
âYeah,â you answered, after a moment of thinking about the days. âI mean yes, it definitely is.â
The man looked a little crestfallen at your answer, his lips pulling down into a frown. You were so preoccupied with the way his soft mouth looked perfectly kissable amidst all the rough scruff on his jaw that you almost missed his muttered words.Â
âI mustâve lost track of the days,â he said to himself, shaking his head with disappointment etched all across his handsome face.Â
The urge to comfort him, to wrap your arms around his shoulders and pull him close so you could bury your face in his chest and inhale his comforting, wild scent was strong, and it made you restless. You were frustrated with yourself, with the way you were waiting quietly for this strange man to get his bearings when you shouldâve been demanding answers.
Unable to stop your frustration from boiling over, you wriggled beneath him impatiently, trying to buck him off. But you didnât move his bulky form even a bit. And there was absolutely no part of you that found that attractive, that liked that he could pin you down and hold you beneath him with his sheer weight and strength.Â
The purring emanating from the manâs chest picked up again, his body pressing you deeper into your soft mattress. He shifted a little, and if you werenât mistaken, you felt something twitch against your belly, something that had you glaring up into his stupid handsome face.
âTell me who you are and what youâre doing in my bed right now,â you hissed through snapping teeth, hoping you came across fiercer than you feltâwhich was like a spitting kitten for all the strength you had in comparison to the larger man.Â
A slow, tempting smile spread across the manâs face, his purring stuttering like he was holding in a laugh. Despite yourself, you had to work to hold onto your anger, which wanted to abandon you in light of the strangerâs charmingly appealing grin.
âYouâre adorable when you try to be threatening,â he cooed, still grinning at you. He was so close that his scent enveloped you, and his purr still vibrated softly through your body. It was all you could do not to relax and give in to the strange manâs charms.Â
Then, to your great surprise, he ducked down and nuzzled your cheek with his own, his scratchy scruff roughing over your soft skin in an affectionate gesture.
It was so achingly familiar, it made your heart squeeze in your chest.Â
It was so much like how Bucky would rub his sweet little face against your cheek and the underside of your chin when he was cuddling with you. Youâd seen plenty of TikTok videos about how clingy male cats could be with their female owners, and that was exactly how Bucky acted. He was so affectionate, always rubbing himself against you and staring up at you like you were his whole worldâŚ
A surprised puff of air escaped your lungs, along with a shocked little whimper. The man mustâve heard you, because his purring picked up and he shifted so his mouth was right next to your ear.
âIâm sorry I scared you,â he murmured, his voice gentle and genuinely remorseful. âWill you let me explainâplease?â
It was the manâs final word, the strain in his hoarse voice, as if he was begging for his life, that did you in. With a disgruntled sigh, more at yourself than anything else, you said, âFine.â
The man lifted his head and stared down at you, his piercing blue eyes raking over your faceâand a soft affection that had your heart thumping harder in your chest. There was uncertainty in the gentle twist of his mouth and, as you watched, he took a deep, steadying breath, as if preparing himself to jump off a cliff.Â
âIâm a shifter,â he said bluntly, his gaze watching you sharply. When you only blinked up at him, he went on. âI can turn into a gray catâa Russian Blue, to be specific. Sound familiar?â
A smirk flirted around the edges of the manâs mouth as he raised his brows, as if prompting you to see the connection between what he said he was and your pet cat. However, you refused to be charmed by him, so you pressed your lips into a firm line and narrowed your eyes at him, telling him wordlessly that you still didnât quite believe him.Â
He huffed an amused laugh and went on.
âHalloween is the one day of the year I canât stay in my cat form,â he explained patiently, his expression open and honest. âItâs something about the thinness of the veil on this day, it forces all shifters to walk the earth in our human forms.â
There was a beat of silence as you processed the manâs explanation. He really did look so earnest, and you couldnât ignore all the similarities youâd already noticed between him and Bucky. The purring, the nuzzling, the eyesâŚ
âSo youâre my cat?â you asked dubiously, your eyes still narrowed up at him, mouth pursed in a skeptical frown. âBucky?âÂ
The man nodded, hope transforming his face. But then he paused, tilting his head to the side as if considering your words more closely.Â
âWell, yesâbut my name isnât Bucky.â
Your frown deepened. Embarrassed heat bloomed in your cheeks at the realization that youâd not only named the handsome Russian Blue youâd rescued from a bucket so unoriginally, but that heâd been a shifter who had a name of his own.Â
âWhat is it?â you squeaked, trying to tamp down on your humiliation.Â
âJames Barnes,â he said, as he studied your expression. Something about the way a playful grin was spreading across his face told you that you werenât successful in hiding your embarrassment from him. âBut I like Bucky, too,â he said, ducking his head down to murmur in your ear, âBecause itâs what you call me.â
You tried to ignore the way your heart flipped in your chest at the implication of his words, but a pleased warmth was flooding through your body and making you melt beneath his comfortably heavy weight. It took all your self-control not to purr right back at the strange manâJames, or Bucky, or whoever he was. You still werenât sure if you believed him.
âKind of convenient that you canât shift right now and prove youâre telling the truth,â you pointed out, trying to get the conversation back on track and get the undeniable proof you needed. You were surprised to find you wanted James to prove he was really Bucky. It would beâŚnice.Â
At your words, the man sighed, leaning up so you could see his face while he carded his fingers through his hair in a sign of frustration. You couldnât help the little stab of jealousy as you watched, wishing it was your fingers sifting through his soft strands. Maybe pulling a little bit, tugging him down to kiss youâŚ
You shoved the thought away and focused on him as he began to speak.
âI know,â he huffed, a displeased frown on his face as he stared off to the side. Shaking his head to clear away whatever he was thinking about, his gaze refocused on you. âI had a plan.â
âA plan?â you echoed, unsure what he meant by that.Â
âI was going to slip out before you woke up,â he explained, rubbing the back of his neck as a sheepish smile curved his mouth. âAnd then bump into you when you go get your coffeeâlike you do every morning.â
âOk, stalker,â you mumbled to yourself, a little disturbed by how well the man knew your routine. A ripple of fear passed through you, but it dissipated when James huffed a self-effacing laugh.Â
âI know how that sounds,â he said, looking down at you, his blue eyes glittering with affection and his mouth curving into a fond smile. âBut it was hard not to notice you going out every morning and coming back smelling like coffee and sunshine and happiness,â he said. âThatâs why I wanted to meet youâreally meet youâthere, somewhere that made you smile.â
James shifted his arm, his hand cupping your face gently and his thumb brushing over the corner of your mouth, his eyes staring at that spot, like he was picturing your smile. It was hard not to melt at the poetry of his words and the soft way he was looking at you, but you soldiered on with your interrogation of the strange man.
âWhat were you going to do after we met?â you asked, your voice more breathless than you wouldâve liked, but you couldnât help it. Not when James was looking at you so intensely.Â
âI was going to buy your coffee for you, strike up a conversation,â he said, his voice faraway, almost dreamy as he kept staring at your mouth. âDo things the right way.â
At that, your brow furrowed and your lips tipped down in a confused frown. That seemed to snap the man out of whatever daze heâd been in, his eyes flicking back to yours.Â
âDo what the right way?â you asked.Â
âYou knowâŚâ he said, regarding you like he was trying to figure out if you were being deliberately obtuse or if you really didnât understand. He mustâve decided you really didnât know what he was talking about, because he went on. âDating you, wooing you, telling you about what I am after you know meâthe real me.âÂ
Your heart did that annoying little flip again, but you couldnât help it, not when a man as handsome as James was talking about wooing you. Still, you werenât going to let him off the hook just because the manâwho may or may not be your pet cat (but probably was)âhad a romantic side to him.
âYeah that sounds like a better plan than letting me wake up to you sleeping naked in my bed,â you said dryly, raising an eyebrow at him.Â
âI know,â he huffed, pulling his hand away from your cheek and scrubbing it down his face as he groaned in frustration. âIt wasnât supposed to be like this, you were supposed to trust me. I had a plan.â His final words were bitten out through clenched teeth, and you could practically feel his annoyance radiating off him.Â
âMmm,â you hummed in acknowledgement, wanting to comfort him but not allowing yourself to give in to the urge. Not when you still had so many questions. âSo if today is the only day when you canât change shift at will, why have you been living as my pet for almost a year?â
For the first time in your conversation, Buckyâs face shuttered and his expression turned guarded. His eyes darted away from you and he rubbed a hand over his scruff, the soft, scratchy sound filling your quiet room.Â
For a moment, you desperately wanted to rub your cheek against his scruff, to nuzzle him the way he had you, but you squashed the idea as soon as it flitted through your mind as you waited for him to answer your question.
Buckyâs gaze drifted back to yours, and the walls heâd put up moments before seemed to come down just as fast as he stared into your eyes.
âA pretty girl took me in and fed me and kept me warm,â he rumbled, his voice low and deliciously gruff as he raked his eyes over your face. âShe let me sleep in her bed, and curl up with her. She let me comfort her when she was sad, and smiled just for me when she was happy.â
The way Bucky was looking at you, his gaze filled with so much naked affection, stole the breath from your lungs. You didnât know when you started calling him Bucky in your mind, but you realized you truly believed that he was who he said he was. He was your cat, transformed into a human.
âWhat was I supposed to do,â he went on, a small smile curving the corner of his mouth. âShift right in front of her, and scare the fuck out of her, then ask her out?â He laughed quietly, shaking his head ruefully in answer to his own question. âI wanted to do things right.â Cupping your face gently, he stared deep into your eyes. âBesides, I liked being yours.â
Happiness burst like fireworks in your heart. âYouâŚâ you trailed off, needing to swallow past your dry throat and your thumping heart before continuing. âYou liked being mine?â you asked, needing to hear him say it again for some reason you couldnât understand. It seemed too unreal that he could like being your cat more than he liked being able to live his life as a free man. Or shifter.
Buckyâs eyes slowly swept over your face, taking in your parted lips and your hopeful gaze. He seemed to be able to read you like a book, and you found you didnât mind that so much, not when Buckyâs mouth was gently curving into a smile that was deeply pleased with what he saw in your expression.Â
âI liked being yours,â he repeated for you, his voice a low rumble that sent shivers through your body, settling deep in your core and making a warmth bloom that had everything to do with the man in your bed. âAnd I wanted you to want to be mineâto like being mine, too.â
He watched you for a long, silent moment. You couldnât be sure, but you thought he was holding his breath, waiting for your reaction, though you were still too stunned to give him one. When he realized this, he spoke again.
âPlease tell me I havenât ruined things.â
The hushed desperation in his tone was your undoing.
Your arms pushed against the cocoon of blankets you were trapped in, and Bucky lifted himself up higher to let you pull free. He was watching you warily, like he was half expecting you to use your arms to push him off you.Â
Instead, you lifted your hands and cupped his face, tugging on him gently until he lowered himself back down on top of you. His weight felt more familiar and comforting than it had any right, and you had to force your request from your lips.Â
âTell me something only youâd know, Bucky,â you whispered, your own thinly veiled desperation in your words. You already knew in your heart that he was Buckyâyour Buckyâbut you needed something more definitive to quell the fear and doubts in your mind. âPlease.âÂ
He stared at you for a moment, something like hope and excitement swirling in his piercing blue gaze. When he spoke, his voice was gruff, full of emotion.Â
âWhen you think Iâm sleeping, you whisper secrets in my ear,â Bucky said, his eyes briefly trailing down to your mouth like he couldnât help himself. But his gaze flicked back quickly to yours before continuing on. âYou told me how annoying your coworker isâAgatha, right? And how you wish your boss appreciated you more.â
You were silent and still beneath Bucky, shock rolling through you and leaving you stunned. Bucky was right, you did have a habit of talking to your cat, whispering in his ear when he was curled up in your arms or on top of your chest, telling him all the things you didnât say to anyone else.Â
It was slowly dawning on you that the man really, truly was Bucky. But he seemed to take your silence as uncertainty, and so he went on.Â
âYou told me how you get sad and lonely sometimes,â Bucky rumbled, his arms shifting so he could cup your face in his big hands, his thumbs brushing gently across your cheeks. âYou told me how you wished someone would hold you the way you held me.âÂ
Slowly, he lowered himself down on top of you, as if still waiting for you to push him away. Instead, your arms wound around his bare back, your fingers pressing into his skin and clinging to him while he nuzzled his scruffy cheek against yours. You returned the gesture, nuzzling him back.
âYou told me how much you want to fall in love,â he murmured in your ear, his breath warm against your skin, making you shiver. âAnd how afraid you are of getting your heart broken.âÂ
Lifting himself up to look at you, you could see the pain and desire churning in his eyes, and you could hear it in the way his voice cracked on his last word. It all seemed to finally loosen your tongue.
âBucky,â you whispered in a thick voice, tears threatening to fall with the sheer amount of emotion flowing through you. There was shock, of course, but also so much wonder and happiness. âIt really is you,â you said, marveling up at the man above you, lifting your hands to trace the lines of his handsome face.
His eyes closed, like he was savoring your touch, and a purr kicked to life in his chest while a small smile curved the edges of his mouth. It was a mouth you were suddenly aching to kiss. And you couldnât, for the life of you, come up with a reason why you shouldnât.Â
Just as tentative as heâd been, you leaned into Bucky, your hands tilting his face down to yours while you raked your nails lightly through the scruffy hair on his cheeks and jaw. You brushed your lips against his, so softly it could barely be considered a kiss.
You felt the big man above you stiffen with surprise, his eyes flying open to stare into yours with a question clear in his blue depths.
In answer, you leaned in again, pressing your mouth infinitesimally more firmly against his, and flicked your tongue out to swipe at his plump lower lip.Â
He tasted like the night, dark and alluring, and you could already tell that you would quickly grow addicted to it, licking along the seam of his lips, searching for more.
Bucky groaned, the sound deep and masculine, sending delicious shivers down your spine as he dug his arms beneath your body and held you crushed to him. He captured your mouth before you could retreat again, kissing you until you were breathless. He kissed you like heâd been starving for you and since heâs gotten a taste, heâd be damned if he let you go.
It was intoxicating to feel the way he wanted you as much as you wanted him, and you gave yourself into it, kissing Bucky back as hard as he was kissing you. Your fingers sank into Buckyâs soft brown hair, clinging to him with the same desperate devotion with which he held you.Â
Of their own accord, your legs spread beneath your blankets, allowing Buckyâs hips to settle into the cradle of your thighs. Even through the layers between your bodies, you could feel the hot, hard length of his arousal pressing into the juncture of your legs so tantalizingly, you moaned into his mouth.Â
âFuck,â Bucky growled, breaking free from your lips to press kisses along your jaw. His breathing was harsh in your ear, like he couldnât catch his breath. âDâyou know how long Iâve wanted to kiss you, koshechka?â He sucked on a spot just beneath your ear, dragging another mewling moan from your lips before answering his own question. âSince the day you brought me home. Iâve wanted to kiss you since that first day.â
âBucky,â you chastised on an uncontrollable giggle as he nuzzled his scruffy jaw into the crook of your neck, inhaling deeply like he was breathing in the scent of your skin. He groaned, making you shiver with pleasure. Still, the words burst out of you, âThatâs creepy!â Your tone was meant to be admonishing, but your voice was too breathless to have much heat.Â
âThe smell of you and the taste of your skin are burned into my mind,â Bucky murmured before dragging the flat of his tongue up the curve of your neck, wringing a low, throaty moan from your lips. âBut I wanted to know if your mouth would be sweeter.â He captured your lips for another kiss, his mouth moving against yours in a way that made your head spin.
âIs it?â you asked when he pulled away, giving you a brief reprieve from his drugging kisses. Buckyâs eyes looked as hazy as you felt, and he seemed to not understand your questions. âSweeter, I mean.â
A slow, seductive smile spread across Buckyâs face, and even cast in the shadows of your room, you could see plainly how handsome he wasâso much so, your breath caught in your lungs.
âOh koshechka, your mouth is the sweetest thing Iâve ever tasted,â he murmured before diving down for another kiss.
Between your thighs, you could feel Buckyâs cock throbbing and twitchingâand it was so hot, you could feel the heat of him through your blankets.Â
A slight sheen of sweat was gathering in the creases of your thighs and behind your knees, your own center pulsing with a desperate ache to be closer to Bucky, to be pressed against his warm, bare skin. Your legs kicked restlessly at your blankets, trying to push them out of the way without letting go of your hold on Bucky, whose body was pinning yours to the bed.
Bucky chuckled against your mouth and lifted up enough to help you push the blankets off your bodyâlaughing harder at your disgruntled whineâbefore settling back down on top of you. Your legs spread to make room for his narrow hips between your thighs, his hard cock pressing against the thin fabric of your panties.Â
Without the blankets in the way, you could feel something strange about Buckyâs cock. There wereâŚbumps on it? A pattern of bumps circling the shaft, which grew thicker toward the head.Â
Your brows lowered in a frown of confusion and you tilted your hips, rubbing your clothed cunt against the length of him, groaning in pleasure when the bumps dragged deliciously against your clit.Â
But you were distracted from further exploration by Buckyâs voice.
âDo you want to know what I looked forward to most about dating you, koshechka?â Bucky asked against your lips, nipping and licking the breath from your lungs while he picked up your rhythm, grinding his cock against your slit through the meager fabric of your panties.Â
âWh-what?â you asked in a trembling voice, your hips rocking up against Bucky, your ankles looping around the backs of his thighs for more leverage to grind against his cock.Â
âI couldnât wait for the first time youâd let me stay over,â he murmured, dragging his mouth along your jaw and playfully biting the lobe of your ear, drawing a gasp from your lips. âIâd give you my shirt to sleep in, instead of one of these little nightshirts you like,â he said, his fingers curling into the fabric and rucking it up around your hips, spreading your legs wider and giving him more access for his rolling hips.
âWhatâs wrong with my nightshirts?â you asked on a needy whimper. You pouted as you tipped your head down to look at him while he was busy placing wet, open-mouthed kisses to your collarbones through the thin cotton of your shirt.Â
Bucky flicked his eyes up to yours and growled, âThey donât smell enough like me.â His hands slipped beneath your nightshirt, his warm palms skimming over your bare skin and making you shiver. He wrapped his fingers around your ribs, thumbs brushing over the lower curves of your breasts, just teasing your nipples while he stared up at you, watching the way you gasped for him.
It took you a long moment to process his words, and when you did, all you could manage was to whine his name, âBucky.â The thought of smelling like him did something to your heart and your insides, melting them to the point that you squirmed from the heat flooding your body.Â
As you watched, a slow smirk spread across his face. He lowered his mouth to one of your tits and flicked his tongue across your pebbled nipple through your shirt.Â
âYou should always smell like me,â he muttered into the soft curve of your breast, almost like he was talking to himself, before he latched onto your nipple and sucked the tight peak into his mouth.
Warm, wet heat surged through your body as Bucky suckled on you in long, deep pulls that tugged on a line connected directly to your clit, which was throbbing with need against his still gently rutting cock. His precum was slowly leaking onto your lower belly, making a mess of your panties, but they were ruined by your own arousal anyway.
Between Buckyâs cock and his mouth, your body was a mess of pleasure and wetness, your panties growing increasingly drenched the more he rocked against you, bullying your clit and torturing your nipples. His head shifted, moving to the other, before giving your other breast just as much attention and making your mind spin.
It took you long, long minutes before you could form a coherent thought, your mind catching on something Bucky had said. What tumbled from your lips was the inelegant question: âDo you even own a shirt?â
Bucky paused, like your question surprised him, and a second later he was laughing into the valley between your tits, his forehead pressed to the top of your sternum as his warm breath ghosted against you through your shirt.
âKoshechka,â he rumbled, still laughing as he raised his head to meet your curious gaze. His eyes were sparkling with humor and affection in the moonlight. âI have a whole apartment across town.â
âThen why did you stay with me?â you asked. Your brow furrowed in confusion at that revelation, even as curiosity began winding through your mind. What did his apartment look like? Was it cozy or sparse? Did he have plants or a massive flatscreen? Did he have a pet cat of his own?Â
And who was taking care of his apartment while heâd been living with you? Or did he sneak out while you were at work to go hang out at his home?
Buckyâs voice reeled you back into the moment.Â
âI told you, koshechka,â Bucky murmured, leaning up to press a kiss to your swollen lips.Â
It was soft and sweet and you didnât want him to stop, but you were too curious about his answer to protest when he pulled away to look at you again.Â
âA pretty girl took me in and kept me,â he rumbled, his voice low and delicious, his mouth curved into a mischievous smile that you desperately wanted to lick. âShe let me cuddle her and nuzzle her cheeks and sleep in her bed, why would I leave?â He chuckled, shaking his head as he stared at you. âBeing your pet was better than being my own man.â
Buckyâs words sank deep into your heart, tears of something like joy springing to your eyes, and you cupped his face to pull him in for another kiss. With no words, only your mouth, you told him how much his statement meant to you.Â
He liked being with you more than he liked being free. How could you ever be expected to let go of a man who said such things to you? You didnât know if you could, even considering the strangeness of your meeting.
Your kiss grew heated and your thoughts melted away, your body writhing beneath Buckyâs as you tried to press closer, despite there being little space left between your bodies already. A whine worked its way up your throat and Bucky swallowed the sound, his mouth curving against yours in a smile before he eased back.Â
âMay I?â he asked, nodding down to your nightshirt, which he was slowly pushing up further. It took you a moment to realize he was asking your permission to take it off, but when you did, you nodded. However, he didnât move, only gave you a more intense look. âUse your words, koshechka.âÂ
âYes, pleaseâŚâ you said, trailing off as a thought occurred to you. âDo you still want me to call you Bucky?â you asked, tilting your head on your pillow and staring up at the man whoâd told you his name was James.Â
You watched Buckyâs smile spread across his face and he ducked down, kissing you quickly, like he couldnât help himself. He trailed kisses along your jaw and down the column of your throat while he pushed your nightshirt up slowly, teasingly.
âYou can call me anything you want, koshechka.â
You considered his words distractedly while he tugged your shirt off, both of you pausing while Bucky admired your body. You had the urge to cover yourself, but held back, more than a little stunned by the sheer amount of heat and desire in Buckyâs gaze. A pleasant warmth prickled beneath your skin everywhere he looked, and it made you want to reach for him, so you did, tugging on his shoulders to pull him closer.
Obligingly, Bucky settled back down on top of you, his mouth working against your collarbones before trailing down to your tits. His big hands worked your soft flesh, kneading you firmly enough to make you gasp and writhe, while his mouth moved between kissing, licking and nipping your skin, teasing your nipples with purposeful flicks of his tongue.Â
Despite how perfectly Bucky was working your body, your mind was still caught on what heâd said about calling him anything you wanted.
âWhat about daddy-cat?â you asked, your voice breathless as you held in a moan. It was the most ridiculous nickname you could think of, and you were curious to see how Bucky responded. He only huffed out a muffled laugh, suckling on your nipple and dragging the moan from your lungs that youâd been holding in.
âIf you want,â he murmured against your skin, shrugging a shoulder and not even looking up from your tits.
âOkay,â you said, dragging out the word, your thoughts scattering when he moved to your other breast and sucked deeply on your nipple. Wetness flooded between your thighs and you whimpered pathetically.Â
Suddenly, a word came to mind, one youâd seen in some fantasy novels youâd read, and it appealed to you in a way you couldnât put into wordsâespecially not with Buckyâs mouth on your tits. But it felt right, and it tumbled easily from your lips.
âAlpha.â The word was half gasp, half plea, and filled entirely with your need for Bucky.
Bucky went still, his body going rigid even as his cock twitched between your thighs. Then, his purr kicked to life in his chest, louder than youâd heard it yet.
The vibrations that had teased you through your blankets were so much more intense when your skin was pressed against Buckyâs, and you let out a soft, gentle moan. Your body relaxed instantly, melting beneath Buckyâs broad form while he dug his arms beneath your back and held you close to his chest.Â
âI like that,â he rumbled through his purring, kissing up your chest and neck until his mouth found yours. âCall me that, koshechka.â
âYes, alpha,â you said on a sweet sigh that Bucky swallowed down with a filthy groan, sounding like he was tasting something delicious.
âFuck, koshechka, youâre making my cock so fucking hard,â he growled against your mouth, his words sliding over your tongue and making you shiver with need.
Buckyâs fingers circled your wrist and he dragged your hand down between your bodies slowlyâslowly enough, and his grip loose enough, you knew you couldâve pulled away if youâd wanted.Â
But you didnât want to. You knew what he was doing, and you wanted to feel him, wanted to feel what you did to him.Â
And you wanted to explore the strange shape of his cock.
âFeel what you do to me, koshechka,â Bucky growled, placing your palm on his cock and you sucked in a sharp breath of surprise at the feeling of it.
Your fingers circled the base of his cock and ran up the length, feeling the way it swelled and grew bigger as you neared the head. It was so thick, you wondered how he would fit inside you, but your body responded to that thought by growing wetter, and you knew you were eager to try to make it fit.
You stroked Buckyâs cock up and down the shaft, feeling the pattern of bumps circling it. They were more complex than youâd thought, more like barbs that caught slightly on your fingers and palm, though not in a painful way. Just in a way that made you shiver and wonder wildly what they would feel like inside you, dragging against your inner walls and stimulating you in a way youâd never felt beforeâŚ
Suddenly, you were desperate to feel Bucky slide inside you.
âAlpha, please,â you begged on a whine, a need rising up in you that you couldnât even begin to control. You shifted your grip on Buckyâs cock, pressing him into your panty-covered slit and grinding against him, writhing your hips beneath his large body. âPlease fuck meâI need you inside me, alpha, please.â
âOh fuck,â Bucky grunted, his hips jerking and fucking against your slick panties, his precum leaking from the tip of his cock and making even more of a mess of you. âAre you sure? I really did want to take you out on a date, do things the normal wayâŚâ
His frantic words trailed off on a moan when you pressed his cock deeper between your folds, until he was sliding between your puffy pussy lips.Â
Even through your panties, you could feel the barbs on his cock rubbing against your clit and you let out a needy moan. The fingers of your other hand threaded through his soft brown hair and you pulled him close, until your lips brushed against the shell of his ear.
âYouâre a cat shifter whoâs been watching me sleep while pretending to be nothing more than my pet for almost a year,â you whispered, and even though you knew youâd have to deal with Buckyâs lie at some point, you werenât ready yet.Â
You wanted him, you wanted his cock buried inside you, so you nipped playfully at his earlobe to lighten the mood. Of course, you also thoroughly enjoyed the way his hips rutted between your thighs reflexively, making you giggle softly before you continued on.Â
âI think we bypassed normal right around the time I brought you home and you decided to stay,â you murmured, a hint of humor in your tone. âWe can play out your Halloween coffee shop meet-cute later, but for now, I need you to fuck me, alpha.â
A rumbling growl ricocheted in Buckyâs chest, teasing your skin where you were pressed together. Your nipples hardened further into tight, achy peaks and your pussy gushed between your thighs, reacting to the desire in Buckyâs growl.Â
âI will take you out later,â he said firmly, âBut Iâll always give you what you want, and if you want to be fuckedâIâll fuck you good, koshechka.â Bucky pushed up until he was hovering above you, flashing you a charmingly rakish grin. Then his hands were shoving your panties down over your ass and thighs, moving to pull them off you entirely.Â
When that was done, Bucky sat back on his haunches and stared at you, laid bare beneath him, your skin swathed in the silvery light of the moonlight and the warm glow of the streetlight outside your window. His piercing blue eyes raked over every inch of bared skin, appreciating you for long, long moments.Â
âFuck, youâre so pretty, koshechka,â Bucky murmured distractedly, his hands sliding up your legs and pushing your thighs wide. He stared down at your sopping wet pussy with reverence etched in every line of his face. âEven your pussy is prettyâI just need a little taste.â His last comment was mumbled, like he was talking to himself, just before he ducked down between your legs.
The flat of Buckyâs tongue licked up the full length of your slit, digging into the top until he found your clit. His hot mouth against your cunt had you whining and whimpering, your fingers digging into his soft hair and holding on for dear life. He buried his face into your folds, his tongue licking deep into you and making you moan loudly while he ate you out.
âFucking hell, koshechka, even your cunt is sweet,â Bucky groaned when he finally came up for air, pressing filthy wet kisses to your quivering thighs. You were close to the edge of your release already, but as much as you wanted to come, you wanted something else more.
âAlpha,â you begged in a whining tone, squirming against Buckyâs big hands that were pinning you to the bed. âFeel so empty.â
Bucky lapped teasingly at your clit, and you could feel his smile against your heated skin. He worked your body until you were writhing harder, squirming harder against his hands to rock into his mouth and grind down on his tongue. Still, it wasnât enough and you whined louder in a wordless plea.
âCâmon, koshechka, come on my tongue and then Iâll fill you up with my cock,â Bucky murmured into your swollen folds, his command half-muffled against your slick pussy.Â
Your head thrashed side to side on your pillow and you whimpered, âAlpha,â as you tried to hold on, tried to last until his cock was inside you. But Bucky was determined to feel you come on his mouth.
When he slipped two of his fingers into your drenched hole and stroked a spot deep inside you, the electric shot of pleasure was too much. Your fingers curled so tightly in Buckyâs hair, a distant part of your mind worried youâd yank some of it from his head.Â
But you couldnât think about thatânot when he was pushing you over the edge and pleasure was crashing through you in an earth-shattering orgasm.
A silent scream caught in your throat as your whole body went rigid, ecstasy pulsing through your limbs while Bucky kept fucking you with his fingers and sucking on your clit. It was nearly overwhelming, how good his mouth and fingers felt, and you let yourself sink into the waves of pleasure as they washed over you.
You were still twitching with the remnants of your release when Bucky crawled up your body, his mouth kissing your belly and your ribs, pausing to flick his tongue over each of your nipples, then the hollow of your throat. Finally, his lips found yours and he kissed you passionately, making you moan as you tasted yourself on his tongue.Â
âCan you taste how sweet you are, koshechka?â he murmured against your mouth while he rubbed the length of your cock through your slick folds. The barbs were catching on your clit, making your hips twitch as you dragged in desperate gasps of air. âSweet as a Halloween treat.âÂ
Bucky pressed another kiss to your lips even as you huffed a little laugh.
âI see how it is,â you muttered, a little bitterness seeping into your tone. âYou play a trick on me and you still get a treat?â You didnât quite know where the words came from, but it seemed you werenât doing so well at putting off dealing with the fact that Bucky had hidden his true self from you for almost a year.Â
It was annoying that the betrayal you felt was raising its ugly head before youâd even gotten to feel his cock inside you, but you supposed it had something to do with the deeply satisfied feeling of coming on his tongue. Still, you were embarrassed enough by your blurted, bitter question that you turned your head to the side, trying to hide in your pillow.
Bucky hovered above you, and you could see the serious expression on his face out of the corner of your eye. He gently grabbed your chin and turned you back to look at him, holding your gaze with his own.
âIâm sorry for lying to you for so long, koshechka,â he said, his tone entirely genuine. You could even see remorse simmering in his blue eyes. âI was selfish, and afraid you wouldnât like me as much like this.â He gestured at himself, indicating his human form.Â
That made you huff a laugh and roll your eyes a little before catching Buckyâs gaze again. âHow could I not like you like this?â you asked, cupping his handsome face in your hands. Your nails raked lightly through his scruff, and he closed his eyes as a soft purr started in his chest. âBut Iâm going to need time to forgive you for lying.â
Buckyâs mouth pulled into a bittersweet smile and he nodded his head, his eyes opening again.
âI understand,â he murmured, turning his head to press a kiss into your palm. âIâll earn your trust back, I promise,â he vowed, staring deep into your eyes, as if willing you to believe him.Â
Your lips curved in a small smile and you tipped your head up, pulling him in for a brief kiss. It was little more than a brushing of lips, but you felt the determination in the rigid line of Buckyâs shoulders. You ghosted your lips along Buckyâs jaw, sucking playfully at his skin as you tried to lighten the mood.Â
âI still need you to fuck me, alpha,â you purred in Buckyâs ear, your thighs spreading wider beneath his hips, his cock pressing deeper between your still soaking folds.
âFuck, fuck,â he groaned, his hips moving on instinct until the tip of his cock was pressed to your tight hole. But he stopped himself from pushing inside, instead pausing to ask you, âAre you sure, koshechka?âÂ
Your heart thumped harder in your chest at Buckyâs question, but you knew what you wanted. âYes, alphaâplease.âÂ
Your final word was a broken plea, and it seemed Bucky didnât need to be begged again. He pushed forward, sinking slowly into your tight, warm pussy with a tortured groan. The head pushed inside you, then the thick bulge of his cock, and every additional inch felt like a revelation.Â
âYou feel so fucking good, koshechka,â he rumbled, his low, gravelly voice sinking into your skin and making you shiver. âFeel so fucking perfect.â
You didnât have the breath to respond, but you shared his sentiment. The thick bulge of his cock stretched your tight hole to its limit, and you sighed in pleasure when he was finally buried deep. It was a little odd, the feeling of his inhuman cock inside you, but it felt perfect, too.Â
For a moment, Bucky paused while he was fully impaled in your cunt. His arms curled around your body, and yours wound around his shoulders. You clung to each other, your chests rising and falling together as your hearts beat in tandem beneath your ribs.Â
âTalk to me, koshechka, are you ok?â Bucky asked softly, his face pressed into the crook of your neck. He nuzzled into you, his scruffy face tickling your skin while a soft purr kicked to life in his chest.
Your body relaxed beneath Buckyâs large form and you nodded, trying to catch your breath a little before answering.Â
âYes, alpha, âm ok,â you mumbled in throaty voice, your fingers stroking idly through Buckyâs hair at the back of his head. His purr grew stronger, vibrating through you and your inner walls clenched around Buckyâs stiff length, pleasure pulsing through you at the wild, unusual sensation of his cock inside you. âSo full.â
âMm, your tight cunt feels good around my cock,â Bucky murmured in agreement, kissing up your neck until he could brush his lips against your sweaty temple. His scruffy jaw tickled your cheek and you squirmed lazily, a grin spreading across your face. âFeels like you were made for meâfuck, you were made for me, werenât you koshechka?â
âMhmm,â you hummed languidly, rocking your hips experimentally and feeling the slight drag of Buckyâs cock inside you, the barbs making your breath catch as delicious pleasure jolted through your body. Distractedly, you asked, âDo shifters mate?â
Bucky tensed above you, and your mind sharpened, focusing on his reaction and the way he was hiding his face in the pillow beside your head.
âJames Bucky Barnes,â you growled in warning. Heâd lied to you for almost a year, hiding his human identity from you while pretending to be nothing more than your pet, and youâd be damned if you let him keep lying to you. And you knew he was hiding something from you, his reaction to your question made that perfectly clear.
âYes, we can scent our compatible mate,â he admitted on a gusting exhale, his voice muffled in the pillow.
You licked your lips as you processed that revelation. Unbidden, all the times that night that Bucky had told you how sweet you tasted, how deeply heâd breathed in your scentâand how good his wild scent smelled to youâcame to mind. It seemed only natural that your next question was, âAnd, am IâŚ?âÂ
âYes,â he said quickly, cutting you off before you could even finish your question. âYouâre mine. Iâm yours.âÂ
His words were slightly less muffled by his face buried in the pillow, and you were suddenly frustrated by the fact that you couldnât see him. You pushed against his shoulder and twisted your hips until he obliged your wordless request and rolled onto his back, taking you with him.
Your knees dug into the soft mattress on either side of Buckyâs hips and you pushed yourself up with your hands planted firmly on his hard chest. Buckyâs piercing eyes were looking up at you warily, his hands settling lightly on your hips, like he wasnât sure if he was allowed to touch you anymore.
âHow long have you known?â you asked on a whisper, watching him carefully.
âSince you found me in the bucket,â he confessed with a sheepish wince. âI scented it immediately, especially since I was in my cat form.â
Reflexively, your nails dug into Buckyâs skin as frustration surged through you. âWere you ever going to tell me?â you asked in a harsher tone.Â
âI had a plan,â Bucky said, but his tone was apologetic, like he knew it wasnât a good enough answer.Â
For a long moment, you stared down at the man between your thighs. Your mate, apparently.Â
Despite how much you knew you should be, you couldnât find it in yourself to be angry that heâd held back this particular aspect of his shifter identity. Even knowing it, you didnât feel like you truly understood what it meant to be Buckyâs mate.Â
And if you were being honest with yourself, after everything heâd told you that night, you were a little tired of the revelations.Â
It probably wouldâve been better if things had gone according to Buckyâs plan. Youâd have met him in your favorite coffee shop and slowly gotten to know himâthe real himâand heâd have opened up to you when you were both ready. If things had gone that way, you wouldâve been able to learn about him being a shifter and your mate at an easier pace.
Instead, youâd been thrust into all this shifter stuff, and Bucky had tried his best to not overwhelm you too much. You couldnât fault him for that. In fact, you appreciated it. The night had been a lot, and you suddenly knew exactly what you needed from him.
Heaving a heavy sigh, you lay down on Buckyâs chest so your head rested on his shoulder.Â
âCan you purr for me, alpha?â you asked in a small voice, craving the comfort of the rumbling sensation.
Buckyâs purr kicked to life an instant later, giving you exactly what you asked for. You let yourself sink into the comfort and pleasure his purring offered, allowing yourself to relax. His cock was still buried deep inside you, and even that felt goodâit felt right.
âWhat else do you need, koshechka?â Bucky asked softly, concern in his tone. His hand stroked tentatively up and down your spine and you smiled into his chest, melting further into his chest. âTell me, and Iâll do everything in my power to give it to you.â
âI think I want to follow the plan,â you said, realizing it was what you wanted only as you said the words. âI want to try things your way, the ânormalâ way.â You said those final words a little wryly, but your tone was otherwise genuine. Turning your face up so you could catch Buckyâs eye, you let a little smirk flirt around the corner of your mouth. âAfter you fuck me.â
Buckyâs eyes heated as they dropped to your mouth, but his hands still felt uncertain on your hips. âAre you sure, koshechka?â His big hand cupped your face, his thumb stroking over your cheek and your eyes fluttered closed at the comfort of the gesture. âIâd understand if you never wanted to see me again.â
At that, your eyes flew open and you glared at Bucky. âThat is the last thing I want,â you spit out fiercely, surprised at how strongly you reacted to the idea of never seeing Bucky again. You took a moment, closing your eyes to gather yourself and opened them again to fix Bucky with a firm stare. âTonight has been a lot, but I want to come on your cock, and then I wanna take the time to get to know you, to see how things go, to do things the normal way.â
A smirk curled the corner of Buckyâs mouth. âI thought we bypassed normal a year ago,â he commented, echoing your earlier words.Â
It seemed like the most natural thing in the world to lean up and kiss the smirk off Buckyâs face, so thatâs exactly what you did.Â
He groaned into your kiss, his hands tightening on your hips and urging you to rock against him. You broke away from the kiss, unable to bite back the filthy groan that tumbled from your lips at the sensation of his cock shifting inside you.
You could feel the gentle drag of every barb on his cock, the dulled points clinging to your inner channel and making you moan loudly. Your body moved on its own, lifting up Buckyâs cock, needing to feel more of that sensation. Once only the head remained inside your warmth, you shoved yourself down, wringing a delighted screech from your lips while Bucky groaned ferociously.Â
âFuck, koshechka,â Bucky grunted, his big hands kneading your ass while you lifted up again and slammed back down. âUse meâuse me for your pleasure.â His voice was breathless, and as you stared down at him, you watched his face contort with pleasure.Â
You lifted up, planting your hands on his pecs and set a slow, hard pace, lifting yourself up slowly before slamming down hard on his cock, grinding into the base before doing it all over again.Â
Before long, you were both panting and sweating, and your whines grew louder as your body begged more.
Bucky seemed to know exactly when youâd reached your limit of having control, and he wrapped his hands more tightly around your waist, holding you above him while he took over, drilling into your cunt from below.Â
The bulge of his length and the barbs were unlike anything youâd ever felt before, and it was only a few breathless moments before you were teetering on the edge of your second release.
âCan I come, alpha?â you gasped on a whimpering whine. Your fingernails were digging into the plush padding on his stomach, pressing hard enough to feel the firm muscle beneath, delighting when his abs twitched at the same time as his cock inside you.
A purr began in Buckyâs chest and he caught your eye, a slow smile spreading across his face.
âDoes my sweet koshechka want my permission to come?â he purred, staring at you with lazy, half-lidded eyes while he pounded up into you. âDo you need your alphaâs command to come on my cock?âÂ
âYes, alpha, pleaseâplease command me to come,â you whimpered, your whole body trembling with your need for release. But you found you truly needed him to say it, to tell you to come, before you could do so. You didnât know if that was a shifter thing, a mate thing or a you and Bucky thing, but in that moment, you couldnât bring yourself to care.
Bucky fucked you harder, thrusting up so hard that your tits were bouncing with the force. A growl tore through his chest, and you felt his pleasure in the sound, knowing instinctively that he was pleased with the sight of you bouncing on his cock.Â
âCome, koshechkaâcome all over your alphaâs fat cock,â he snarled, just before wrapping a hand around the back of your neck and dragging you down to his chest. His mouth found the curve of your neck, where your throat met your shoulder, and he bit down, his teeth sinking deep into your skin.Â
You came with a yowling scream, the slight sting of pain from Buckyâs blunt teeth mixing with the blistering pleasure of his cock until you were swept away in a torrent of ecstasy. You shattered apart on his cock, your pussy pulsing and gripping him hard, dragging him over the edge after you.
Bucky came with a groan that was half-muffled against your shoulder, his cock twitching inside you as he spilled his hot seed deep in your belly. His moan morphed into a stuttering purr as he fucked you through the aftershocks of both your releases, until you collapsed on top of him with a satisfied exhale.
One of Buckyâs hands smoothed up and down your spine comfortingly while the other was still wrapped around the back of your neck. He finally pulled away from your shoulder, his tongue lapping at the deep indents heâd left in your skin.Â
Strangely, some part of you was disappointed that his teeth hadnât broken skin. But the feeling of his tongue on the mark heâd left, his cock still throbbing in your pussy, and his hand stroking you softly were all too good to focus on that twinge of disappointment. You pushed it aside and promised yourself youâd ask Bucky about it later.Â
Exhaustion was tugging at the edges of your consciousness and you could feel yourself slipping back to sleep. It didnât help that Bucky dragged the blankets back over your cooling bodies, wrapping you up in a warmth that felt like it sank deep into your bones and curled closely around your heart.Â
âRest, koshechka,â Bucky urged, pressing a kiss to your temple. âIâll see you at your coffee shop laterâIâll be the one wearing clothes.â
You wouldâve laughed, but you were already falling back to sleep.
On the morning of Halloween, you woke with a pleasant tingling between your thighs, and an excessive amount of wetness trickling from your slit. You got up and cleaned yourself up, not too surprised that your Russian Blue didnât make an appearance as you got ready for the day.Â
Your nighttime escapades felt too real for you to even begin to try to convince yourself it was a dream, though you did find yourself missing the soft pitter-patter of your petâs feet padding across your apartment. You paused in the middle of your living room, feeling a little bit of loneliness creep in as you listened and heard no sign of life in your home.
Shaking your head, you reminded yourself that you werenât going to be lonely without Bucky the catâbecause Bucky the man was waiting for you.Â
With that thought in your head, you nearly skipped down the street to your regular coffee shop.Â
It was a cute little storefront nestled in between a hair salon and a plant store. The employees had put up decorations for Halloween, including a string of paper bats and little pumpkins in the windows. Inside, there were even more fall decorations, and the scent of coffee was cut with cinnamon and nutmeg.
You scanned the tables, but didnât see Bucky, so you got in line to order. A moment later, you felt a presence behind you and you somehow knew it was him, even before his scent washed over you and his hand settled gently against your lower back as he came to stand beside you.Â
âGood morning, koshechka,â he murmured, ducking to press a kiss to your cheek.Â
You gave him a quick once-over, seeing that he cleaned up nice in the light of day, wearing a soft sweater, dark jeans and a warm-looking leather jacket. His breath smelled minty like heâd brushed his teeth, and his skin felt clean and fresh, as if heâd showered. But heâd kept the scruff on his face, and you couldnât help but be glad for it as it tickled your cheek, a smile curving your lips.Â
âGood morning, Bucky,â you said, staring up at him, a little surprised at how easy it seemed to be to fall into step beside him as the line moved forward.
Still, you couldnât seem to drag your eyes away from his face. He truly was the most handsome man youâd ever seen, and you let your eyes roam greedily over the planes of his face that were so much easier to see in the daylight. You didnât think youâd ever get tired of looking at Buckyâs face.
âCan I buy you a coffee?â Bucky asked, dragging you from your thoughts. His hand was moving soothingly in a small circle on your lower back, and you could feel the warmth of him even through your jacket.
âYes, please,â you said sweetly.Â
When it was your turn to order, you got a hot latte, while Bucky got a chai. He helped you out of your coat and pulled out a chair for you at one of the small tables, then retrieved your latte from the counter before he settled into the seat across from you.Â
The barista had drawn a ghost with the foam on top of your drink and you smiled down at it, wrapping your cold fingers around the warm cup as you considered where to start.
âSo,â you began, lifting your eyes to Buckyâtaking in the soft sweater that stretched across his broad shoulders, his jacket draped over the back of his chair, before catching his eye. A smirk curved your lips. âTell me about yourself.â
A slow, answering smile curled the edges of Buckyâs mouth and he leaned forward, planting his arms on the table in a mirror of your posture. When he spoke, his voice was low, a delicious gruffness to it that tingled all the way through you, down to the tips of your toes.
âWell, Iâve had a bit of an unusual life,â he began, catching your eye and holding your gaze with his own sparkling blues. âI served in the army with my best friend, came back, didnât really know what to do with myselfâuntil I met a pretty girl who took me in and showed me what itâs like to be loved.â
Your heart thumped excitedly in your chest at Buckyâs final word even as your breath lodged in your throat. âOh really?â you asked softly, swallowing thickly before you continued. âThat sounds like an interesting story.âÂ
âMm, Iâll say,â Bucky said, his eyes roving hungrily over your face. After a beat of silence, he seemed to have a thought, leaning in further and dropping his voice lower. âCan I tell you something?â
âAnything,â you said on an exhale, mesmerized by the affection swirling in Buckyâs eyes and the way his mouth curved at the edges when he smiled.
âIâm excited to show her what itâs like to be loved by me,â Bucky murmured.Â
His words had the same effect as his purr, making you melt as you smiled across the table at him. âIâm excited for that, too,â you admitted softly.Â
Buckyâs smile widened, and your eyes dropped to his mouth. You wanted to kiss him so badly in that moment, but you also wanted to stick to his plan to take things slow.
Taking a deep breath, you sat back from the table, giving yourself some space away from the intoxicatingly wild scent of Bucky and lifted your cup to your mouth. You hummed in delight at the taste of the drink, closing your eyes as you savored the rich flavor.Â
A choked sound came from across the table and you opened your eyes to see heat simmering in Buckyâs eyes.Â
âAre you trying to torture me, koshechka?â he asked in a low rumble.Â
You snickered and hid a smirk behind your cup before taking another sip and setting it down on the table. Tossing your head, you looked up at Bucky from under your lashes.Â
âItâs the least you deserve for the little Halloween trick you played on me,â you teased. You slid your tongue along your lower lip, licking up the last bit of your coffee, smirking when Bucky groaned quietly.Â
âIf I behave, dâyou think Iâll get a little Halloween treat?â Bucky asked, waggling his brows so suggestively, you tipped your head back with a laugh.Â
âWeâll see,â you said with what you hoped was an enigmatic smile.Â
Leaning across the table, Bucky ran his thumb over the corner of your mouth and when he pulled away, you saw a little bit of foam on his finger. He popped it into his mouth, making your eyes narrow on the way his tongue flicked against the pad of his thumb, your core tightening as you remembered the things that tongue had done to you the night before.
âIâll take whatever you want to give, koshechka,â Bucky murmured, his tone thick with emotion and desire, and you knew he was talking about more than just your body. His piercing eyes pinned you with an intense stare, and you held his gaze determinedly.Â
The tension eased when Bucky looked away, his hand reaching across the table, palm up, waiting patiently for you. After a brief moment of hesitation, you slid your fingers into his palm, and your hands folded together. Warmth spread through your body and curled up deep in your heart as Bucky caught your eye again, both of you smiling at each other.
For the next hour, you sat at that little table in your favorite coffee shop with Bucky, getting to know him and learning more about his life. You discovered he had a best friend named Steve Rogers whoâd been watching his apartment for the last year while heâd been living with you. He was the friend Bucky had served in the army with and he told you plenty of stories from their childhood.Â
At the end of your date, Bucky gave you his phone number, and texted you before youâd even gotten home to plan another outing. All day, you couldnât wipe the smile off your face, and you couldnât help your thoughts from wandering back to your Russian Blue shifter.Â
Bucky had given you a Halloween trick and a Halloween treat, and he was giving you the space you needed to wrap your head around everything. Still, you couldnât wait to see him again, to continue getting to know him, and to learn everything there was to know about him and what he was.
Over the months that followed Halloween, you and Bucky went on plenty of dates, taking things slow. But it wasnât too long before you dragged him back to your apartment, needing to feel him againâall of him. Like heâd wanted, you slept in his shirt that night, and he purred happily, telling you how much it meant to him for you to smell like him.Â
That night, you fell asleep curled up in Buckyâs arms the way heâd slept for so many nights when youâd thought he was only a cat. And it was the first night of many that you slept in your bed together with Bucky in his human form.
Eventually, Bucky officially moved in, and you learned what it meant to be mated to a shifter, though Bucky didnât give you your mating bite until youâd been dating for a few years. Heâd said he wanted to do things the normal way, and apparently that was normal for shifters, even though you were practically begging him to mate you by the time he obliged.
Although your relationship with Bucky began in a very strange way, you took the time together to truly get to know each other. He showed remorse for hiding from you for so long and worked to gain your trust. By the time the two of you were mated, you knew he was the one for you.Â
James Bucky Barnes was the one you wouldâve chosen even if you hadnât woken up to him sleeping naked in your bed on that fateful Halloween night.
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â¨His Queenâ¨
Short drabble I wanted to write because I am unwell for this manâŚ
Lucifer x f!sinner reader
Summary: Your first time with the King of Hell, and he might be even more nervous than you are~
(I donât even have a set up for this, Iâm diving in head first like I would for Lucifer. This is just porn without plot đ¤ˇđťââď¸)
Tag list: @trashbin-nie
@yellowsubiesdance
@j-jinxee
@stevensdickrider
@airwolf92
@mrssabinecallas
@myhornybrainonlyknowsthis
@bee-sinner
@thesoccerenthusiast
Warnings: 18+, smut, humping, pet names, oral (m & f receiving), fingering, p in v, service top!Lucifer
All throughout, the only thing that could be heard in Luciferâs home was the sound of your lips crashing into his relentlessly. Your nightgown draped over his legs while sitting in his lap for at least an hour now, on his throne, no less. Youâre breathless, your lips are swollen, and you canât get enough. You havenât pulled apart in what seems like an eternity, Lucifer moaning into your mouth as your tongues intertwine. However, youâve become increasingly more aware of the bugle thatâs growing between your legs. Ever so slowly, you start to rock your hips back and forth. Lucifer instantly freezes from the sudden sensation, inhaling sharply.
âIâm sorry,â you apologized sheepishly, âI didnât meanâŚâ
Lucifer cut you off with another kiss before you could finish your sentence. âPlease donât stop, love,â he whispered.
Blood rushes to your cheeks from hearing those words. You felt Luciferâs hands travel down the sides of your body, stopping at your hips. You start rocking your hips again, eliciting such sweet moans from him. He was so sensitive and you knew it, you knew you could make him putty in your hands and that excited you!
âF-Fuck, sweetheartâŚ,â Lucifer moaned, âthis isâŚthis feels amazing.â
One of his hands slid down your thigh at an agonizingly slow pace and you continued your motions. His hand stopped when he felt the soft cloth of panties. He tried to hide his small smirk from you, but you caught him. You knew the fabric must have been wet, and itâs clear from his reaction that he noticed too.
âMay I, my angel?â, Lucifer asked softly. You nodded your head wordlessly. You stood up almost too quickly as Lucifer reached for the hem of your panties. You felt them get dragged further and further down your legs until they finally touched your feet and hit the floor. You resumed your potion, straddling Lucifer once more.
He reached down to press his fingers at your folds for the first time. You felt your face heat up, it was something youâve been wanting for so long. Lucifer exhaled heavily, his painted cheeks flushing a different shade of red. You could feel his hand trembling against you.
Itâs been a while since heâs been intimate with anyone, Lilith had been gone for so long. Lucifer had been so alone during that time, never pursuing another lover. Until you, of course.
Noticing his hesitation, you brought your hands to his cheeks, cupping his face. His shining red eyes stared into yours as you leaned in for another kiss. âItâs alright, Luci, take your time,â you soothed him.
âThank you, love,â he smiled. After a deep breath, Lucifer finally began to tease your entrance, running his fingers up and down your slit. You grabbed onto his shoulders as if you were hanging on for dear life. His thumb found its way to your clit, circling it slowly. You couldnât help but let out a moan. His fingers began to push up into you, thrusting them in and out of you at an even pace.
You rested your forehead on the crook of his neck, your cries were stifling and your checks were burning. âO-ohh my God, Lucifer, you fee-feel so good.â Lucifer placed his lips on your neck and began to bite and suck every inch of it. Your knees were becoming weaker and weaker, you felt a tightening in the pit of your stomach with every motion of his fingers.
But suddenly, Lucifer removed his fingers from you, making you whine in protest. You pulled your head up to ask why he stopped, but it became very evident. He brought his fingers to his mouth and began to suck on them. You pushed your face back down into his shoulder to hide your reddened face.
âMmmm, you taste absolutely delightful, darling, â he murmured in your ear. âI need more.â
Without warning, Lucifer scooped you up in his arms and carried you to his bedroom right across the hall. You always forgot how strong he was considering his stature, but it never failed to amaze you. Once he reached the side of his bed, he laid you down as gingerly as possible, positioning your head onto his pillow.
âWait,â you said, pulling yourself upright and positioning yourself on your knees. You reached for Luciferâs shirt and began to unbutton it hesitantly. Lucifer said nothing, only nodding, letting you continue your work. His face became flushed once more, you couldnât help but smile at the way you made him feel. Almost prideful. Almost.
You made your way to the last button and gently push his shirt off his shoulders, letting it hit the ground. He was beautiful, his pale skin was mesmerizing like a marble statue. But he was warm, very warm, you noticed as you ran your hand down his chest. âBeautifulâŚ,â you said to no one in particular. But Lucifer had impeccable hearing.
âMy love, nothing compares to your beauty,â Lucifer sighed. âI want to devour you. Please, let me see you?â
With some hesitation, you reached down to the bottom of your nightgown to pull it up over your head. Your body now laid bare before him. You went to cover yourself with your arms, but Lucifer held your wrists before you could.
âDonât cover yourself, darling,â he pleaded, âyouâre the most intoxicating creature Iâve even had the pleasure of laying my eyes on.â He leaned into you again and planted a passionate kiss on your lips, you couldnât help but moan into him. He pulled away, looking longingly into your eyes. But only for a moment. His eyes couldnât resist trailing down to look at your chest, his face turning beet red.
âMy eyes are up here, Luci,â you said jokingly.
âForgive me, sweetheart,â Lucifer apologized and snapped his head back up to look at you once more. You chuckled and pulled your hands away from his loose grip to grab his instead. You placed each of his hands on your breasts, almost making Lucifer lose his composure. âSo softâŚ,â he murmured as he began to softly knead at your skin. âLay down on your back for me, love. I only had a small taste of you, I have to have moreâŚâ
You gulped hard, doing as he says. You untucked your legs from under you and rested your head against his pillow once more. You stared at the ceiling, too embarrassed to think about what was happening. You felt Luciferâs sharp hands on both of your knees, snapping you out of your trance and forcing you to focus on him.
âOpen up, angel,â Lucifer asked sweetly. Whenever he spoke like that to you, it was impossible to say no. With a shaky breath, you part your legs, exposing your glistening pussy to him. Luciferâs shaky breathing echoed in his large bedroom. âS-Shit,â he choked out, âforgive me for this.â
Luciferâs head fell between your legs in an instant, his hands resting on the inside of your thighs. You let out a strangled yelp at his tongue began to lick up and down your wet folds. Fuck! It felt better than you could have imagined. His tongue darted in and out of you, his lips vibrated against you and he moaned and hummed from lapping you up.
âL-Lucifer, f-fuck ohmygod!,â you cried out. âDonât stop, please donât stop!â
âI wouldnât dream of it, my dear,â he responded coyly. You could feel a smile creep across his face as he continued to eat you up. Lucifer took one of his hands and placed two of his fingers right by your entrance, it was almost painful waiting for him to put them in you. âI need you to cum for me, Iâm not stopping until you do,â he whispered before plunging his two fingers into your ruined cunt once more. That alone almost sent you over the edge. He began to pump his fingers in and out of you, faster and faster, while his tongue tortured your clit. He continued at a relentless pace, never giving you a chance to relax. Your mind was beyond foggy, you couldnât even tell him to stop even if you wanted to. Which you didnât.
âLuciâŚL-Luci IâmgonnacumFUCK,â you nearly yelled. The tightness in your stomach was threatening to snap. You gripped his soft and silky blond hair as he brought you to the very edge.
âPromise?,â Lucifer responded while pushing a third finger inside of you.
That was it, your head snaps back and a breathless scream escapes your lungs. Your orgasm hits you like a freight train. You feel your walls start to pulsate around his fingers which refuse to slow down. Lucifer devours the mess your soaking pussy made while letting you ride out your high. You finally come back down to earth (so to speak) and are able to breathe again, beads of sweat pooling on your forehead. Lucifer retreats his fingers from you and takes one last taste of you from his now cum-soaked fingers.
âMmmm, fuck sweetheart, never tasted anything more enticing than you in my entire existence,â Lucifer praised. You brought your hands to face to cover up your cherry red cheeks. His words never failed to make your head fuzzy.
âLuciferrrrr,â you whine playfully, âyou canât just say things like that!â
Lucifer chuckled, âIâm sorry if I embarrassed you, love.â
You propped up onto your elbows. Lucifer had straightened up and was now on his knees in front of you. Your eyesight trailed downward and it was obvious how hard he was. His cock painfully straining against his pants. He noticed your stare sheepishly looked away.
âYour turn,â you said as you crawled towards him, only stopping an inch away from the large bulge he had in his pants. It lit a fire in you. It was his turn to be devoured.
âY-You donât have to do that, hon, Iâm alr-â
You cut him off by placing your hand on his clothed cock. Lucifer immediately tensed up. âYouâre right, I donât have to,â you said looking up at him with ravenous eyes, âbut I want to.â You heard Lucifer audibly gulp. âOn your back, Luci,â you coerced.
Lucifer nodded and did as you said. He made his way to his pillow and laid down, holding his breath. You began your ascent, crawling and hovering over him. He looked so adorable beneath you. Your hands made their way to his belt, pulling it off in a flash with a clank to the floor. The button and zipper were next. Carefully you undid both with ease. You reached for the hem of his white pants and eased them down his legs. All that remained were his briefs. And my God, they left little to the imagination.
It didnât occur to you until just now that youâve never seen Luciferâs dick before. It drove you wild just seeing the outline of it. He was huge. You bit down on your lip without thinking, Lucifer looked away from you in embarrassment. It was then that you noticed the large wet spot on his briefs from his leaking tip. He was an absolute mess, all because of you. A wonderful sight to behold, for sure.
You couldnât wait any longer. You reached up to pull down his briefs, setting his cock free at last. It was impossible to look away, you knew you had to eat him up immediately. His dick continued to leak precum onto his stomach, Luciferâs hands gripped the sheets beneath him as he watched you inch closer and closer to his cock. You placed your hands on either side of it, massaging everything around the one area he needed you to touch. He bucked his hips up at your touch impatiently.
âPlease,â you heard Lucifer beg, âpleasepleaseplease!â The sounds of his desperate pleas sent waves of pleasure through your body, it drove you mad. Not wanting to torture him any longer, you took ahold of his cock and placed his tip into your hot mouth. You heard a broken moan escape from him as you lapped and sucked on the head, licking up every drop of precum that had leaked out. It was salty, but you didnât mind. He tasted divine.
You began to bob your head up and down on his shaft, taking in as much of him as you possibly could. You knew you would choke otherwise. Your one hand remained on his hip to keep him from bucking up into your month while the other hand pumped his cock in tandem with your mouth. You figured it might be fruitless to try and hold him down since he could overpower you in an instant, but you knew he wouldnât ever hurt you.
You saw that he was unraveling quickly, but you didnât want this to end so soon. His staggered breathing and wanton moans were music to your ears, youâd do anything to keep hearing them. You trailed a long lick up from the base of his shaft to the head were you peppered a few kisses. One of Luciferâs hands flew to his mouth to keep himself from being any louder than he already was while the other white-knuckled the bed sheets. It was an absolute dream to see the King of Hell be undone by you.
You felt him throbbing in your mouth, you knew he was close. But all of a sudden, two hands flew to your shoulders to push you off. âWait, wait, wait!,â he pleaded as you let go of him completely.
âOh my gosh, Iâm sorry! Did I hurt you?,â you asked ashamed.
âNo, no! Of course not,â he reassured you, placing a hand under your chin. âYouâŚfuck, you felt so good, my love. ButâŚâ
You didnât even know what happened until you were on your back now looking up at Lucifer hovered above you. You noticed his eyes had turned a haunting red and yellow, with black slit irises piecing your soul. His horns had burst from his head with torn flesh wrapped around the base of each, adorning his snake-shaped halo with a burning flame below it. His angelic wings sprouted out from his back, enveloping the entire bed in shadow. His tail had popped out as well, whipping back and forth behind him as if he were a predator on the hunt. You were his prey.
âIâm having a really hard time keeping it together, darling,â he spoke quietly, almost ashamed at his lack of control. His more demonic form caught you off guard, but you werenât afraid. You smiled at him, reassuring that you were alright. He smiled back, showing off his large sharp teeth. It made you shiver. God, you wanted him. And you wanted him now.
âI-I needâŚshitâŚc-can IâŚ,â Lucifer fumbled over his words, struggling to form a coherent sentence. You cupped his face in you hands and planted a soft kiss on his lips. You reached one hand up to stroke one of his wings, curiosity getting the better of you. You could have sworn it was the softest thing youâve ever felt, you were entranced. Lucifer let out a low hum, his wing leaning into your gentle touch.
âYes, you can, Lucifer,â you murmured into his lips. âFuck me now, please, I need youâŚâ
His composure broke completely. His lips crashed into yours with a vigorous force. You wrapped your hands around his neck to bring him as close to you as he could possibly get. You felt the head of his cock graze your entrance. You whimpered at the sensation. Lucifer looked at you expectantly, only for you to silently nod your head.
All you felt next was his cock sliding into your pussy until he was fully sheathed inside of you. It took a few seconds to remember how to breathe again. He stretched you out, filling up every inch of you completely. Lucifer couldnât help but bite down on your shoulder, desperately trying not to cum right then and there. After only a moment or two of getting used to his size, your body started to relax around him.
âPlease move, Luci,â you moaned.
Lucifer retracted the grip his teeth he had on your shoulder and placed his forehead onto yours. Ever so slowly, he started to shift his hips, taking his cock out just to pump it back into you at a rhythmic speed. But of course it didnât take long for him to pick up the pace, his thrusts becoming more and more staggered and uneven.
You could have sworn you were seeing stars. Or perhaps it was the light bouncing off the tears forming in your eyes. It was a pleasure youâve never felt before. You felt whole. That new knot in your stomach was tightening once again, and was threatening to release with more force than before.
âFuck, fuck, fuck,â Lucifer whispered, clenching his teeth and screwing his eyes tight. âGonna cum, loveâŚgonna cum, FUCKFUCKFUCK!â
Quickly you wrapped your legs around his waist, making sure he stayed in place. âM-me too, sshhhiiit,â you managed to choke out. âCum in me, pleasepleasepleasecuminmeLucifer!â
Those words made him incoherent. He held your hips down as he thrusted into hard and fast. At last, you felt him throbbing inside of you, emptying his load into your waiting cunt. You screamed as that sensation pushed you over the edge as well, your newly painted white walls pulsating on his cock.
Both of you could hardly catch your breath, your orgasms finally fading away. He stayed inside of you for only a minute longer before pulling out. Your body mourned that sensation already. Lucifer fell down next to you in the bed, his demon form receding. You watched as his chest rose and fell at a slow and even pace. He turned towards you and smiled, he tucked some hair behind your ear that had fallen in your face.
âThank you for that, my angel,â he spoke softly. âYou were perfect.â
You couldnât help but smile. You scooted your body closer to him, nuzzling yourself into his chest. Still so warm. âNo,â you said, âthank you, Lucifer. That was heavenlyâŚno pun intended!â
He chuckled. âFunny you say that considering where we are, my little duckling.â He grabbed you by the waist and ever so gently placed your body on top of his. He let his wings spread once more, wrapping them and his arms around you in a soft and tender embrace. âI love you so much, sweetheart.â
You smile and gave Lucifer one last small peck on the lips before your body collapsed from exhaustion. âI love you more, my king.â
~~~~~
Iâm not seeing the pearly gates after this one, lads!!
But please let me know what you think of my very first NSFW fic, I was nervous about writing about something Iâm not well versed in đ
I had fun though and thatâs what matters!
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Come Home
Pairing - Sylus x f!MC
Summary - Sylus has headed out to deal with some business, leaving you concerned for him as he doesnât return when he told you he would. Fluff and a bit of angst. Sylus and MC arenât yet in a relationship.
Word count - 2k
A/N - Hi! This is my first little one shot for LADS, and I hope you enjoy it. I do accept requests and look forward to writing more for this fandom đ¤
It had been hours since you last heard from him.
You tried to tell yourself that you didnât need to worry. That he was more than capable and has always returned in one piece. That your worry is wasted on him anyway, considering the fact that you werenât even supposed to like him.
But you felt sick.
It was almost impossible not to be concerned. No matter where he was or what he was doing, he has always been reachable. Youâve tried his phone so many times that the battery eventually gave up on your futile attempts and went to sleepâwhich is what you should be doing at this hour.Â
Mephisto had accompanied him on his outing, Luke and Kieran staying at the base with you under Sylusâs orders. They didnât seem at all bothered by the fact that it was currently three hours past the time Sylus had told them heâd be back. They know him better than you do, but their constant reassurance did little to soothe the panic starting to show.
âPlease,â you practically beg. âI have this awful feeling that something has happened to him. Please go and look for him.â
Kieran groaned at her, tired of having to repeat himself once more. âWe already told you.â
âBossâs orders are non-negotiable,â Luke chimes in from where heâs lounging in an armchair.
âHeâd have our heads as soon as we walked out the door.â
You were becoming more irritated each second by their nonchalant attitude. They didnât even seem to give a shit, and you werenât currently in the right mindset to delve into why you gave so much of a shit.
He was a criminal. A man who had such questionable intentions and motives that you didnât even want to know the bare minimum of what he got up to whenever he headed out alone.
If something had happened to him, however, you wanted names.
As poorly as your acquaintance with him had begun, you found him to be more intriguing with every moment spent in his presence. His likes and dislikes, his attentive nature whenever youâre around, the way he chooses a vinyl record based on the type of mood heâs inâeven the way he dresses has you analysing his every six feet and two inches of pure, solid muscle.
He wasnât bad on the eye, especially when he was looking at you. You couldnât fully figure it out, but there was a very subtle tenderness to his presence when he was around you. Subtle in a way that didnât overshadow his ability to be the biggest asshole youâd ever met.
âIf you keep pacing like that then Iâm going to throw up,â Luke complains.
You shoot him a harsh glare. âIf you donât like it then get out and find your boss,â you grit back.
With an exaggerated huff, he pulls himself out of his seat, stretching his arms over his head. You feel a glimmer of hope, only for it to be shot down almost immediately. âIâll let you know if I pass by him in my dreams,â he teases, walking out of the lounge and towards his own room.
You wanted to drag him back and push him out of the front door, but the man could probably put you to sleep with a snap of his skilled fingers. Instead, you growl angrily as his chuckles sound from the hallway.
Kieran stood up, too, mimicking his twin with his stretching. He paused for a moment, and you waited for his addition to his brother's teasing.
âHeâll be back,â he assured, surprising you. âIf heâs not back by morning, weâll figure something out. Just go to sleep.â
He doesnât wait for a response from you as he follows after Luke, both of them turning in for the night. Sleep sounded like pure bliss, but you werenât going to be able to do so.
You couldnât even sit down, your legs automatically taking you around every single piece of furniture so many times that you were starting to get dizzy.Â
âPlease come back,â you chanted quietly to yourself quietly, if only to keep your pacing on track and your mind alert.Â
âPlease come back. Please come back.â
You werenât sure how long it had been, but as soon as you heard the front door, you bolted for it on unsteady legs.
He came in quietly, which was completely overshadowed by your crashing into things on your way to get a visual on him. You practically fell through the door that led to the entry hall, where he looked only mildly bewildered and wholly amused.
There were no visual signs of any injury, but light blood splatters dotted across his white shirt, indicating an altercation. Mephisto sat happily on his shoulder, cawing as soon as he laid his mysterious little red eyes on you. The damn bird was never too happy whenever you were around.
Sylus raised an eyebrow at you. âExpecting someone?âÂ
That asshole.
He dropped off the face of the earth for hours, and had the audacity to greet you with sarcasm.Â
Before your brain could warn you about the threat of putting your hands on him, you sprang forward, striking his chest with the palm of your hand. Then again. And again.
It was pathetically weak from your exhaustion, and he didnât so much as blink as you assaulted his blood-spattered shirt. Mephisto, however, took to fighting back immediately, pecking at your hands and screeching.
Sylus shooed him away quickly, and the mechanical crow reluctantly took his leave. He proceeded to just stand there as his winged companion flew away, entirely unbothered by your outburst.
Your movements were quickly faltering, the already feeble slaps to his torso becoming far and few between. Still, he did not move. Did not speak. He was the most feared man in the N109 Zone, and he was letting you lash out on him.
Your hand finally stopped on the lapel of his coat, gripping it for a second to catch your breath. He waited for you to finally take a step back, your arms crossing over your chest immediately so you could fully close in on yourself. You were certain that your little outburst was going to bring some repercussions.
Unable to fight it, your bottom lip started to tremble. You had been walking around that lounge for so long that you had convinced yourself he was not coming back. That the wrong person had finally found him and gotten the better of him.
And you just know what he wouldâve said if you indulged him in that speculation. What a silly little thought, sweetie.
He closed the space between you, your head automatically dropping to avoid his crimson gaze. You couldnât bear it, the anticipation of what he was going to do. Your ass was likely headed back to Linkon on foot.
Warm fingers curled beneath your chin, lifting your gaze back up to his. He was towering over you, but you strangely didnât feel intimidated. All you could feel was his warmth, and your wave of emotions crashing into their withering barrier.
His face gave nothing away as he studied you, still holding your trembling chin between his thumb and forefinger. âAre you finished?â
He didnât ask it sarcastically. He was giving you an opening. If you werenât, heâd allow you to resume until you got it all out of your system.
But you were done, your arms feeling like jelly to the point that crossing them was taking a big effort from you. You nod, feeling wetness pooling in your eyes. This all felt ridiculous. He didnât owe you phone calls or explanations, you both barely considered each other friends.Â
The surprisingly soft pad of his thumb brushed gently across your shaking lip, his eyes following the movement. âIâm sorry.â
In any other circumstance, those two words would have shocked you enough to make you fall over. But you were a little too far on the delusional side of exhaustion, your body running on the fumes of your panic.
Your eyes flicker away, the wetness tipping over the edge and dripping off of your lashes. He turned your drifting head back to him to lock eyes with you again. He never did like it when you broke his gaze.
âThings got a bit out of hand,â he explained quietly, not needing an explanation for why you were so upset. âYou shouldnât worry.â
âI wasnât,â you lie, earning an amused chuckle from him.
He brushed his knuckle across your cheek to rid you of your tears. âNo? Why else would a kitten get her claws out, then? Did Luke and Kieran forget to feed you?â
You scoffed at his teasing, following his lead back into the ease of your strange companionship. âTheyâre terrible babysitters,â you say, sniffling away the last of your upset.Â
He smirked, moving his hand to cup the back of your neck. He pulled you towards him, embracing you gently with a deep inhale. You almost swore he was smelling your hair, but you shut that thought down. It was far too complicated for such a tired mind to dwell over.
It wasnât the first time youâve both embraced, but this instance did feel quite different. It felt comforting, rather than nerve wracking. Nobody embraces a man like Sylus without at least a modicum of fear beneath the surface.
âYou could have called,â you whispered. âOrâŚor at least answered my calls.â
He sighed, the blow of breath tickling your hairline. âThere isnât a good signal where I went tonight,â he explains. âI should have mentioned that. I didnât want to call once I did have service in case you were sleeping. I apologise.â
An overwhelming warmth filled your chest, different to the one emanating off of his body. You look up at him, lifting a hand to his forehead. He humours you by allowing it, his eyes trained on yours as you felt the cool skin beneath the hair falling over his face.
âAre you coming down with something? Youâve apologised to me twice now,â you say, half serious.
He didnât laugh or tease, his face slipping back into that easy nonchalant expression. âI assure you, Iâm not coming down with anything. I could ask you the same thing, though. Since when did you become a worrier, kitten?â
You didnât know how to answer that. It was something you yourself had to figure out. Caring for him wasnât on your bingo cards when you first met. If anything, the very first day you met, youâd have been relieved if he hadnât returned.
âDonât get used to it,â you murmur, his smirk returning at your half-assed response.
âIâll try, but I do get attached,â he whispers, tucking your hair behind your ear. He looks as though heâs contemplating something, and it takes a moment before he speaks again. âIâll get us some better communication devices. Something you can carry around that I can alert you on.â
A slight sense of guilt washed over you. âNo, itâs okay. You donât need to be concerned about my insecurities, I shouldnât be keeping tabs on you.â
Sylus shook his head, his mind already made up. He taps a finger against your temple. âMy concern about what goes on in there is for me to deal with. If some better technology eases your troubles, then it eases mine too.â
There it was. That side of him that kept you so very intrigued and made you feel a sense ofâŚhome? He often used words that didnât m quite mean the same as his intentions, but you could see it in him.
He cares.
He rubs a firm hand up and down your back before turning you around, lightly pushing you away from the front door.
âItâs about time we got some sleep,â he says, barely above a whisper.Â
You let him guide you through the halls, his lips dropping to your ear as he whispered again.
âFeel free to monitor me.â
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IF YOU WAKE HER UP, YOUâRE DEAD
A/N: oooook since anon have been asking for some relationship bakugo stuff, hereâs my version for it. itâs my first time ever writing for him but i tried my best to picture him canon, soo enjoy!! you fell asleep on your boyfriendâs shoulder and you got caught too, what did he do?
The night was quiet, and the halls of U.A were empty. It was lateâlater than Bakugo usually stayed up, especially with a brutal training session awaiting him in the morning.
Still, here he was, sprawled on the common room couch with textbooks and notebooks scattered on the coffee table in front of him. He wasnât one to study in the dormâs common area, much preferring the solitude of his room. But tonight was different.
You were there with him.
He hadnât planned it this way. Bakugo had been cramming, prepping for an upcoming test that Aizawa had threatened them all with. Normally, he wouldâve told everyone else to stay the hell out of his way, barking at any idiot who dared to disturb him. But when you suggested studying together earlier, something in him gave.
He wouldnât admit it, but the thought of you by his side made it tolerableâmaybe even enjoyable.
The two of you had spent hours working in a comfortable silence. Well, comfortable for you. Bakugo had his usual scowl, occasionally muttering about the idiots in the class or cursing out loud when a particular formula or hero law didnât make sense immediately. Despite his fiery demeanor, you could tell he was laser-focused, determined to come out on top. That was just who he wasâalways aiming for the number one spot. It was one of the many things you admired about him.
At some point, though, the exhaustion caught up with you. Katsuki had noticed you rubbing your eyes, trying to keep yourself awake as you scrawled down notes. Heâd been keeping a sideways eye on you ever since, but said nothing, too proud to outright suggest you stop and go to bed. But deep down, he could see you were tired.
It had been a long day, and between morning classes and the intense afternoon training led by All Might, you were wiped. The sofa was comfortable, and the rhythmic sound of Bakugo flipping through pages and scribbling notes was strangely soothing.
Before you knew it, your eyelids grew heavy, and your body leaned unconsciously towards him. Your head found its way onto his shoulder, and before either of you realized, you had drifted off into a peaceful sleep.
Bakugo stiffened at first, feeling the weight of your head gently resting against him. The sudden warmth of your body against his side sent a jolt through his system. His first instinct was to wake you up with a sharp nudgeâhe wasnât exactly used to people being this close to him, much less while he was supposed to be studying.
But for some reason, Bakugo couldnât bring himself to do it. His eyes flicked down to your face, now completely relaxed in sleep. The furrow between your brows that had been there during studying was gone, replaced by a soft, peaceful expression. Your breathing was steady, slow.
âDamn,â Bakugo muttered under his breath, careful not to disturb you. You looked so calm, so vulnerable like this.
He wasnât sure what to do with the feeling creeping up in his chest.
It wasnât something he was used toâa strange mix of protectiveness and warmth, a side of him that he hadnât fully come to terms with yet.
He shifted slightly, trying to find a more comfortable position without moving you too much. He glanced around the empty common room, the soft glow of the single lamp casting long shadows on the walls. The dim lighting, paired with the quiet ticking of the wall clock, made the atmosphere feel almost intimate. His usual instinct to keep people at armâs length was quieted by the sheer peace of the moment.
Still, he couldnât help himself.
He muttered low under his breath, âTch, idiot. Youâre drooling on my shoulderâŚâ
But there was no real heat in his voice. In fact, there was a ghost of a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth, though heâd never admit it. He reached out, grabbing the throw blanket that had been draped over the back of the couch, and carefully pulled it over you. His movements were slow and deliberate, making sure not to wake you. Normally, the thought of someone leaning on him, invading his space like this, would piss him off. But somehow, with you, it was different.
His red eyes softened as he watched your chest rise and fall, lost in your dreams. You trusted himâenough to fall asleep on him, enough to let your guard down entirely.
Katsuki knew what trust meant in this line of work. It was something you built through blood, sweat, and tears. It wasnât something he gave away freely, either. But somehow, you had managed to crack through that thick, explosive shell of his.
Not that heâd admit that to anyone. Ever.
âDamn extras would never let me live this down,â he muttered to himself, feeling the slightest flush of embarrassment. His pride wouldnât survive the onslaught of teasing that would surely follow if anyone saw him like this. Soft. Vulnerable.
Just then, the sound of footsteps echoed down the hall, and Bakugo tensed. His eyes snapped towards the door just as it opened, revealing none other than Kirishima. Of course, it had to be him. The red-haired idiot had a knack for showing up at the worst times.
Kirishimaâs eyes widened the second he took in the sight before himâBakugo sitting stiffly on the couch, you curled up next to him, sound asleep. And there was a blanket.
Bakugo had covered you with a blanket.
A wide grin spread across Kirishimaâs face, and Bakugo could already see the teasing coming a mile away. âWhoa, man, this is too cute!â Kirishimaâs voice was loud, his words brimming with amusement. He took a step closer, clearly ready to capitalize on the rare sight.
Bakugoâs glare couldâve melted steel. His hand curled into a fist, and he raised a single, deadly finger to Kirishima. âOi. If you wake her up, I swear on everything, youâre dead.â
Kirishima froze in place, hands raised in surrender, though his grin only widened. âWhoa, whoa! Chill, dude. Iâm not gonna wake her. But come on, Bakugo, this is a side of you I never expected to see.â
Bakugoâs jaw clenched, his teeth grinding audibly. âShut it, Shitty Hair. Get lost before I blow your dumbass to pieces,â he growled, keeping his voice low enough not to disturb you.
But Kirishima wasnât backing down. He chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck as he shot Bakugo a knowing look. âMan, youâve changed. You know that, right? I mean, I didnât think Iâd ever see the day youâd let someone fall asleep on you without, you know, blowing up half the room.â He gave Bakugo a thumbs-up, his smile genuine, despite the teasing. âSheâs good for you, man.â
Bakugoâs eyes flashed dangerously, and for a moment, it looked like he might actually follow through with his threat. His hand twitched, tiny pops of sparks dancing at his fingertips, but he held himself back. Barely.
âYou got three seconds to get out of here before I wipe that dumb grin off your face,â he hissed, his voice a low growl.
Kirishima laughed again, clearly enjoying how riled up Bakugo was getting. âAlright, alright! Iâm going. Donât get all fired up.â He took a step back, still grinning. âBut seriously, Bakugo, itâs nice to see you like this. You should let it show more often.â
Bakugoâs eyes narrowed to slits, but before he could retort, Kirishima had already slipped out of the room, leaving Bakugo to seethe in silence.
âTch. Stupid idiotâŚâ he muttered under his breath, glaring at the door where Kirishima had been standing. His hands unclenched, and he leaned back against the couch, letting out a long breath. The tension that had built up in his shoulders slowly melted away as the room fell silent again. He glanced down at you, still fast asleep, blissfully unaware of the brief interaction.
The scowl softened on his face. He wasnât one to express his feelings easilyâor at all, really. His love was shown through action, through the way he looked out for you during training, or the way he pushed you to be better, stronger. But moments like this, where he allowed himself to be close, to let down his guard, were still foreign territory for him.
Carefully, Bakugo shifted his arm, resting it along the back of the couch behind you. He glanced at the clock. It was later than he thought, and the weariness in his own muscles was starting to catch up with him. He hadnât planned on falling asleep out here, but with you curled up beside him, warm and steady, he could feel his eyelids growing heavier.
His eyes flicked back to you one last time. For all the hell you went through at UA, for all the chaos and danger they faced in their training and in the field, this was one moment of quiet he wasnât going to take for granted.
Bakugo let out a quiet sigh, his body finally relaxing against the cushions.
His hand, still resting on the back of the couch, slowly found its way to yours under the blanket.
He laced his fingers with yours, feeling the warmth of your skin against his.
He closed his eyes, letting the steady rhythm of your breathing lull him into a rare state of peace.
Before he knew it, he had drifted off too, his head leaning back against the couch, his breathing evening out into soft, steady inhales and exhales.
When Bakugo woke up the next morning, the first thing he noticed was the sunlight creeping through the common room window, casting long, golden beams across the floor. He blinked, his mind still foggy with sleep, before realizing he was still on the couch. And you were still nestled up beside him.
His heart gave a brief, surprised lurch before he quickly masked the feeling with a grunt. He shifted slightly, careful not to disturb you, but the movement must have been enough because you stirred, your head lifting slowly from his shoulder.
âMmm⌠morning,â you mumbled, rubbing your eyes as you blinked awake.
Bakugo turned his head slightly, trying to sound casual. âMorning,â he grunted, his voice still rough with sleep. He felt you pull away a bit, and immediately, the cold air hit where your warmth had been. His first instinct was to grumble about it, but instead, he shoved his hands into his pockets, standing up quickly. âYou drooled on me, idiot,â he said, his tone sharp, but not biting. It was more teasing than anything else.
Your face flushed with embarrassment, a small, sleepy smile tugging at your lips. âSorryâŚâ
Bakugo rolled his eyes, turning away as he stretched, trying to shake off the lingering drowsiness. âTch. Just donât make a habit of it,â he muttered, though the usual harsh edge in his voice was absent. There was something softer, more subdued, as if last nightâs vulnerability had lingered in the air.
As you stood up and stretched, Bakugo glanced towards the door, half-expecting Kirishima or another one of the extras to barge in with more teasing remarks. He wasnât in the mood for any of that right now. But the common room was still empty, the rest of the dorms quiet in the early morning.
Bakugo walked towards the door, glancing back over his shoulder at you. âCâmon,â he said, his voice back to its usual gruffness. âLetâs grab some breakfast before the damn extras wake up. And donât expect me to wait for you,â he added, though there was no real bite in his words.
But as you fell in step beside him, your hand brushing against his briefly, Katsuki felt that familiar warmth bloom in his chest again.
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đđđđđđđđ â đđ dad! itoshi rin x mama fem!reader
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âiâm home,â rinâs faint voice echoed through the foyer of his house as he stepped inside and hung his jacket on the coat rack. he trudged down the hallway without hurry, finally arriving towards the two distinct sounds of carefree laughter in the living room. the corners of his lips subtly curled upwards as he took in the sight of you and his two-year-old son sitting on the playmat near the couches.
ânow, can you tell me where the firetruck is?â you ask with a smile, watching as your toddlerâs little finger confidently shoots out and points to the bright red toy on the side. âthere it is! look at you, such a smart boy!â you chuckle, gently sliding your hands under his arms, lifting him effortlessly on your lap. his infectious giggles fill the room as you plant soft kisses all over his chubby face, but his laughter soon dies out as he watches a familiar figure approach the both of you.
âwhatâs wrong, baby?â you lift a brow, following the direction of the childâs gaze and turning your head around. you gasp in surprise as you find your husband leaning down unexpectedly, pressing a tender kiss on your lips. âwoahâ rinnie, youâre back from practice already?â the words slip out of your mouth more panicked than you had intended, questioning his early return. âi didnât think youâd come this early. you scared me.â
âmmâ, players were trash, i got bored,â he muttered, rising to his feet again. his attention shifted from you to the miniature version of himself nestled on your lap. a harsh glare met him, those identical teal eyes were tinged with intense resentment toward the man who stood in front of him and his mother. rin furrowed his brows, lowering himself to eye level with his son, returning his glare head-on. âand whatâs wrong wâyou, huh?â
you roll your eyes playfully at rinâs pettiness, but it seemed that your child had different ideas and seized the opportunity of the closed distance between him and his father, raising his arm. before rin could react, he felt a palm connect mildly across his cheek in an audible smack. his flinch synchronized with your loud gasp, expression hardening. his own flesh and blood had just slapped him across the face. âyou littleââ his voice trailed off as he was interrupted once again.
â...âtay away âfom mommy!â your son babbled in his adorable, angry tone. but upon noticing rinâs scowling expression, he fell silent and curled his fingers into the fabric of your shirt, burying his face into the security of your chest. your hand instinctively found its way to support his back, and he let out a brief sigh of relief before a pair of larger hands wrapped around his waist.Â
âyour mommyâs mine,â rin mocked bitterly, picking him up and settling him on his thigh. he reached out, gently pinching the boyâs plump cheeks. âshe sleeps with me every night, not you.â the child squirmed in his fatherâs grasp, and as if sensing rinâs (feigned) serious tone, his face scrunched up and loud wails echoed through the room. his chubby legs kicked out, and tear-filled eyes pleaded for your help as he desperately stretched his arms towards you.
you let out an exasperated sigh, shaking your head at your husband. ârin, youâre so petty. fighting with your two-year-old over me? really?â you chuckled softly, âbesides, youâre wrong, he sleeps beside me whenever youâre abroad for your games.â he huffs and rolls his eyes, struggling to keep his wriggling son within his grasp.Â
âheâs been âgivin me that lukewarm long face every time i see him.â rin grumbled.
you moved closer, carefully prying the boy from rinâs grasp and reassuringly cradling him against your chest. his sobs gradually softened into sniffles as you whispered soothing words into his ears. turning around, he met his fatherâs frown again. this time, his eyes were shaded with a mischievous glint, grinning insolently as he stuck out his tongue and blew raspberries at rin.
rin sighed. he had given up. he reaches his arm and affectionately pokes his child on his forehead. âi love you, you little rascal,â he mutters awkwardly. to his surprise, the boy giggled and extended his arms towards him, to which he unhesitantly took him into his embrace, planting a soft kiss on his cheek.
your heart fills with warmth at the innocent interaction between your husband and son. you watched fondly as your little boy babbled incoherently, tiny hands playing with rinâs strands of hair as rin held him securely by his waist. rin caught your gaze and subtly smiled, resting his other hand on your cheek before leaning down to press a kiss on your temple. however, his little bundle of⌠joy⌠raised his hand, and much to his shock, landed a perfect yet angry smack on his unsuspecting cheek.
âi take it back, take this little shit away from me!â
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you gotta believe me, baby
synopsis: when a stray bag of coke is found in rafeâs drawer, rafeâs fiancĂŠe grapples with its implications
The young woman trifled through Rafeâs desk, the pen he requested lost deep amongst his amalgamation of items. Frustratingly, she kept searching until her gaze landed on a small item strewn under a notebook, the clear bag reflecting in the light. Her heart felt as if it stopped beating. The small bag and its contents were instantly recognisable to the woman, her having seen her fiancĂŠ with it many a time. Except instead of keeping it hidden under a book, he would have the white powder diced and sorted into hefty lines on a table, a rolled up $50 set aside ready to help him snort it.
She remained still for a moment before tentatively reaching for the bag, as if it would suddenly change its contents if she waited long enough. And yet, as she picked the bag up it felt like a long forgotten truth was slapping her in the face. Of course it was coke. The woman pondered the situation for a moment for she was sure Rafe was clean - but then again, he had been under an increasing amount of stress lately. Cameron Development had been taking up all of his time, as had the move, so would it really be that far-fetched for him to start using again?
Soon, she began pacing around the room, her mind beginning to catastrophise the situation. It had been so hard to get through each day when Rafe was high, his constantly shifting mood and irritable personality making him intolerable to be around. Her mind flashed to the moments alone, trying to soothe a colicky baby that cried and cried alone in the guest room while Rafe spent his evenings getting high with Barry. She'd never felt so alone and isolated. She had no-one: Her parent's were a no-go, Ward and Rose could only help so much, and Sarah was busy being a teenager. Sometimes, it was as if Wheezie was her only friend, always loving to play with her nephew even if only for a moment. In those moments, she had wondered if any of it was worth it - maybe everyone would be better off if she left to the mainland to live with her aunt, removing her presence from Kildare completely. Rafe hadnât wanted Charlie in the beginning, not really, and as she cried alone in tandem with her son, she felt it.
Rafe had called out his fiancĂŠeâs name three times by now, only to receive nothing in response. Initially assuming she had been sidetracked, it was only once he finally ambled over to his study did he realise the true cause of her silence. Rafe froze at the sight of the bag of white powder flung haphazardly atop his papers, his heart racing as a chill spread across his body. Shit shit shit.
Rafeâs panicked gaze met hers suddenly, each expressing a multitude of worries. Rafe watched as his sweet girl looked at him, so defeated and dejected, her shoulders slumped as she faced him. Initial words began to leave her mouth, only to be swiftly cut off by her partner,
âBaby, please, you gotta let me explain, ok?â Rafe was pleading with her, a tone he rarely utilised unless in the most dire of situations, âitâs not mine.â
Her eyes, once shifted towards the window, snapped back to his frame. âItâs in your desk Rafe! Whose else would it be?â
âFuck, uh- fuck ok, well it is mine, but itâs not like I bought it last week. Shit, that sounds bad, I didnât-â Rafe sputtered, his logical explanation getting muddled up as his anxiety grew. He could tell his fiancĂŠe didnât believe it if the tears beginning to escape were any indication.
âRafe, please, just tell me the truth. You owe me that much,â she pleaded. Rafe felt his heart shatter at the desperation she could not hold back.
âI had this desk moved from my dadâs office, ok? Whenever he used to catch me doing coke, he would lock my supply up in his desk in his attempt to get me clean - not that that ever fuckinâ worked,â he began to explain, âI never even properly cleaned out his desk, baby. I figured he would have something written down that would provide some of his infinite wisdom bullshit that would help me in the future, so I just didnât touch anything.â
The young woman stared at the Cameron opposite her, feeling rooted to her spot as he answered her questions. Truthfully, she remembered Rafeâs occasional complaining about his dadâs attempts to control his drug habit. She could never truly comfort him properly when she silently thanked Ward, but his statement rang true in her mind. It was plausible that Rafe really hadnât touched his dadâs things.
âCome on baby, you have to believe me! You really think I would throw all of this,â Rafe gestured, arms outstretched, âus, our family - away for a few fuckinâ ounces of coke? I got better and thatâs because of you, because of you being there for me and the kids and - baby please, Iâm telling the truth.â
As Rafe begged and pleaded, he had made his way to stand in front of her, taking her hands in his as his fingers gripped hers tightly. She looked up at him, tears still spilling down her cheeks. He had gotten better - ever since they arrived in Guadeloupe, she hadnât seen him touch cocaine. Alcohol, sure, but even Topper offering him coke at a party had seemingly rolled off his back.
âYouâre not lying to me? You swear it? On the kids lives?â She begged, needing to hear him say it again. She wanted to believe him so badly.
âI promise baby, I swear to god. I swear that I havenât touched that shit in a year. Please, Iâm telling the truth baby.â
With his final plea, she felt her heartbeat begin to slow, its return to normal allowing her to breathe properly once more. A large exhale left her body before she flung herself against Rafe, her arms wrapping around his torso. His arms immediately returned the gesture, comfortingly rubbing up and down her back.
âI canât do that shit again, Rafe. Ok?â She muttered, her voice muffled against his shirt. He leaned down to gently stroke her hair before placing a tender kiss in her hair.
âYou donât need to worry about that anymore. Iâm different now, for you and for our family. You can rely on me, ok? Iâm always gonna be here for you,â Rafe stated firmly, his words filled with conviction. He felt a small smile tug at his lips as his fiancĂŠe nodded into his chest, her arms tightening around him further.
âI love you, Rafe. More than anything.â
âI love you too, baby. Itâs you and me âtill the end.â
As the pair stood in their embrace for a moment longer, they felt the tension seep away slowly and be replaced with tenderness. For such a rocky start to a relationship, the pair had watched each other grow and mature. Neither of them were perfect, but they would never give up on each other. Rafe didnât believe in soulmates, but if he did, he was certain that the woman in his arms was his.
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Could you write about being fingered by Ford? The idea is just rather titillating.
A/n: 10/10! Love this idea! I apologize if this sucks.
Ford had the date all planed out.
Cook you your favorite mealâ
Go for a nice little hikeâ
Then finish the night off watching a meteor shower and some star gazing.
He honestly had no clue how it lead to this, you a whimpering mess on his lap, Ford's calloused hands caressed your thighs with reverence, his touch igniting delicious sparks of pleasure within you. He gazed upon you with unbridled desire, hungry to bring you the delightful fulfillment you craved.
Lowering his head, Ford nuzzled the sensitive skin of you neck, his stubble grazing your delicate flesh. A low, rumbling growl escaped his lips as he felt her part her legs further, silently begging him to take you.
"Patience, darlin'," he murmured, his voice thick with lust. Slowly, tantalizingly, his calloused fingertips trailed up your inner thighs, inching ever closer to your most intimate place. He relished the way your breath hitched, the way your body instinctively arched toward his touch.
Finally, he slipped his fingers beneath the hem of your skirt, caressing the silky heat he found there. Your muscles clenched around him as he stroked your slick folds, sending jolts of ecstasy racing through you. Ford swallowed your soft moans with a searing kiss, determined to savor every delicious sound you made.
"That's it, love'," he growled against your lips. "Let me hear how good I make you feel..."
Ford's calloused digits worked skilled magic, coaxing breathless whimpers from your lips as you rode his fingers,a gasp leaving you as the man slipped another finger in your warmth, his sixth finger slowly rubbing your clit. He drank in the sight of your flushed, rapturous expression, his own pulse thundering with unbridled desire.
Lowering his head, Ford nuzzled the delicate curve of your neck, his stubbly jaw grazing her soft skin, glasses falling down the bridge of his nose. A rumbling growl of approval vibrated in his chest as he felt you clench needily around his plunging fingers.
"That's it, love'," he rasped, voice thick with lust. "Let it all out for me." His thumb brushed your swollen pearl in a maddening rhythm, coaxing ever more delicious sounds from your trembling lips.
Ford's free hand slid up to caress your cheek, guiding your face back to his. He captured your mouth in a searing, possessive kiss, swallowing your cries of bliss. He wanted to savor every last shudder, every spasm of pleasure that wracked your body.
Letting out a whine against his lips, your fingers clutched his tie as you rode his fingers. A shudder running down your spine as you felt your impending orgasm.Ford groaned in pure satisfaction as your slick walls clenched rhythmically around his plunging fingers. He swallowed your cries of bliss with a searing kiss, determined to prolong your ecstasy for as long as possible. His calloused palm cupped your cheek tenderly, his thumb caressing the soft, flushed skin.
The sight of your rapturous expression, the feeling of you trembling in his arms, ignited a primal hunger within him. He wanted nothing more than to worship every inch of your supple body, to explore your most intimate places until you were utterly spent.
Slowing the pace of his ministrations, Ford peppered your neck with reverent kisses, murmuring words of praise and adoration against your skin. His touch was equal parts soothing and sensual, coaxing the last tremors of your from your quivering form as your orgasm hit you.
" You're so goddamn perfect..."
Ford tenderly gathered you into his embrace, his calloused fingers caressing your flushed, quivering form. A satisfied rumble rose from his chest as he felt the last tremors of your climax shudder through you.
Pressing featherlight kisses along your temple, he murmured words of praise and adoration, reveling in the way you melted against him. Ford knew he would never tire of seeing you like this - utterly spent and happy in his arms.
Slowly, he withdrew his hand, gently trailing his fingertips along your sensitive flesh. He chuckled lowly as you shivered at his touch, his heart swelling with an overwhelming sense of pride and possession.
Cradling you close, Ford peppered your face with tender kisses, his rough stubble grazing your soft skin as you let out a small but tired giggle.
"You were absolutely perfect, darlin'." His fingers caressed your cheek, tilting your head up to meet his gaze. Ford's eyes gleamed with unbridled adoration, his heart brimming with the knowledge that he had pleased her so.
You were his, and he'd make damn sure you never forgot it.
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