#and miss Kitty Kat's face

[julietsbody]

KITTY KAT — art donaldson + reader : art has a tendency to show up late to your lessons. 

tags: mdni, tennis lessons, coach!art donaldson, p in v sex, fingering, art is kind of an asshole, cheating (not on reader) 

a/n: sorry to tashi… this goes out to my dear @murdrdocs

thirty minutes ago. 

art donaldson was supposed to be here thirty minutes ago, your teeth grit against each other, foot tapping impatiently against the concrete floor below you. 

art was a sweet guy, sure, but his time management was beyond infuriating. it almost made you feel like he thought himself above you, like you weren’t worth his time. 

“one to talk,” you mumble to yourself, dragging your racket on the ground, “rich from the guy who was coached by his wife.” 

ahem. 

you spin around, and of course, he’s standing right there, looking the same as he always does. his dirty blonde hair was messed up and falling over his eyebrows, blue eyes, with a mix of brown, staring directly at you with an almost amused expression. 

you blink at him, once, twice. 

a small smile tugs at the corners of his lips, “sorry for being late.” 

it sounds condescending, like he would never actually mean it, especially not after what he heard, it felt like a sort of karma for what you were previously saying about him. 

and he knows that, of course he does, so he masks it with a sense of sweetness, one that would typically gaslight people into thinking they’ve been forgiven, but you know better. 

you’ve been coached by art for a while now, and his little habits became far too predictable. this was odd, though, you couldn’t make out the glint in his eye, especially when you mumble a, “sorry, i didn’t mean—“  

“let’s get started, yeah?” art cuts in, bitter, yet his voice still sounded like it was dipped in honeysuckle.

he whisks right past you with that same, tugged up smirk, he reeked of rich cologne and mint. 

your lips press together and you silently, albeit ashamed, nod in agreement. 

maybe silence will earn points back from your coach. 

𝜗𝜚 ⊹ ‧₊˚ 🎾

silence did not earn anything. 

art served hard, hit the ball hard, it was as if he wanted to make the ball break through your racket and hit you square in the face. he clearly took your miniscule words personally, and he was testing you, trying to break you down, to see how much you could take until your bones turned soft and you felt like giving up. 

the first time you called a pause, art smiled, “don’t tell me you’re giving up.” 

“pause,” you repeat through heaved breaths, sweat sticking to your skin underneath the relentless sun. art had that same playful look in his eyes that he always did, he knew that what he was doing was working, he knew that he was getting under your skin, and as cruel as it sounds, he really did enjoy it. 

if you ever were to ask him about it, he’d just shrug and say it’s all a part of the practice, it always happens in tennis, especially professional, he’s just preparing you. but deep down, he really just wanted to say that he was doing it for those reasons but for his own personal pleasures, karma comes in many forms, but art picks the harshest form first. 

he watches you drink water with a desperate urgency, stifling his own chuckles, “you sure you’re okay?” 

“‘m fine,” you speak after gulping down the last drop, finally satisfied, “let’s keep going.” 

art’s brows furrow ever so slightly, but as soon as you’re back to being ready, he rolls the tennis ball in his hand a little, observing it, before throwing it up in the air and sending it your way. he’s so casual with every hit, despite his grunts and the way his nose scrunches whenever ball meets racket, he makes it look like it’s nothing. 

to make it even worse, he starts trying to conversate between passes, “you know—“ smack! another grunt leaves his lips, “it’s really rude to—“ smack! “speak about people behind their—“ smack! “fuck.. backs.” 

you’re so busy trying to decipher his words you almost miss the next hit, but thankfully you snap out of the trance quick enough to hit it last minute, which he chuckles at and quickly sends it back. 

smack! “‘m sorry, art, really—“ your shoes scratch against the concrete below, smack! “i was being very—“ smack! “childish, i apologize.” 

he hums, content with your apologies, but still not outwardly saying he forgives you, instead his hits start to soften, he’s less trying to kill you with the ball and now rather trying to actually play tennis. “you’re all good—“ he confirms, smack! “just make it up to me, yeah?” 

ball meets floor, his words had completely caught you off guard, and you missed your hit on the ball he sent your way. you felt almost stupid, standing there, staring at him and trying to decipher what he meant by making it up to him. 

and of course, he didn’t elaborate, he never did, he simply just picked up another ball, smiled at you, and said, “ready?” 

𝜗𝜚 ⊹ ‧₊˚ 🎾

art said he forgave you, right? 

ever since that day, he’s been acting.. off. he was more focused on your figure now, not in a crude way, but in a way where he wanted you to position yourself correctly when playing. he watches you serve the ball, then his tongue prods at the inside of his cheek and he stands, “hey, hey, wait a second— your uh… your stance is wrong.” 

“it is?” it was the fifth time he’s corrected you, today, and it’s safe to say you were getting annoyed, he picked up on the bitterness of your tone as he approached you. 

“‘ts not my fault, kitty cat,” he shrugged simply, noticing the way your eyes narrow in frustration at his nickname, he only smiles. he leans in behind you, “may i?” his hands are ghosting over your arms from behind. 

“whatever helps,” you remark. 

“good,” it’s softly spoken at the shell of your ear, making you swallow thick, his fingers wrap around your wrist, other one holding your fingers grip on the racket’s handle. his grip is tight, yet gentle at the same time, veins flexing against his flesh with every movement as he helps you move into the right position. “just gotta.. do it like this,” he’s still whispering against your ear, nearly making your knees buckle. 

once he’s satisfied with your position, which is far too quick for your liking, he backs off and lets you serve the ball again. he smiles once he’s gotten what he’s wanted, “perfect.” 

eventually, after a while of hitting the ball, you decided to take a break. there was a silence between you and art, a tension you couldn’t place, you had nothing to blame it on, nothing to apologize for, and he constantly looked like he was trying to say something indescribable. 

“hey,” he starts, before tugging his bottom lip under his tongue for a mere second before continuing, “remember when i said you had to make it up to me?” 

you stare at him, curious, “yeah, of course.” 

“you know,” his hands smooth over each other, skin underneath his right eye twitching as his pupils dilate in thought, “i’ve been having a.. problem, lately.” 

“with tennis?” 

“nono,” he laughs nervously, moving to scratch the back of his neck, “it’s personal, y’know? well— not entirely, since ‘m telling you, but uh— actually, nevermind.” 

𝜗𝜚 ⊹ ‧₊˚ 🎾

you and art hadn’t discussed much after the last meet, you found yourself standing in the court yet again, whilst he was no short of an hour late at this point. you wanted to ask him what his deal is lately, what his problem is, but he wasn’t even here to be questioned. it was almost ridiculous, like he was toying with you. 

“i like your skirt,” it comes out of nowhere, but it’s the same, smooth voice that art holds. 

yet again, you find yourself spinning around to meet him, he’s closer, now, clearly eyeing you— but that’s.. weird, is it not? he has a wife, he shouldn’t be complimenting your obviously short skirt, or eyeing you like that, or wishing to tell you things that he had apparently not told anyone else because it’s personal. but who are you to question his relationship? maybe he’s just.. being nice, really. 

“thank you,” you offer, nice, short, sweet. 

he rolls his shoulder, meeting your eyes, flickering his gaze to your lips for a mere second, then saying nothing and walking by. rich cologne and mint. that’s what wafts into your senses immediately, as if it was some sort of distraction from his odd behaviors. 

“do you always call people kitty cat?” you eventually ask him, it was something you’d been wondering, truly, especially since you’ve never been called that before. 

“to pretty girls with an attitude, yeah,” art says it so casually. 

“like your wife?” 

“like you.” 

art corrected you. 

he corrected you, and his correction didn’t annoy you like how they always did, it made your stomach churn in a way you couldn’t decipher, you couldn’t tell if it was good or bad. you liked it, maybe, but isn’t that so sickening? art seems to think no big deal of his own words, as he doesn’t even react, so you try to be nonchalant about it as well. 

the whole entire test match you play with him, he has a certain glint in his eye, his grunts are louder, his shorts look tighter, he looks like he’s having some sort of reaction to playing tennis, to playing tennis with you. your tongue runs along your lips between breaks, noticing the way his eyes linger on it, the way his pupils widen at the shine of saliva over your lips with each swipe. 

at the third break, art was convinced you were doing this on purpose. 

“why do you keep doing that?” he asks as he’s walking over to grab his water bottle, right where you’re sitting on the concrete floor. you blink up at him, watching him hover the bottle near his lips and squirt the water into his mouth. did he always look this good when sweaty? 

gosh, maybe you’re just tired, maybe your mind is just foggy. 

“what?” you frown, confused. 

“licking your lips,” he speaks after swallowing the water, towering over you. his muscles were nearly bursting out of his white t-shirt with every movement, especially when he puts his water bottle down and crosses his arm, head cocking to the side. sweat causes some of his hair strands to stick to his forehead, lips puffy from how much he bites them when playing. 

“my lips are dry,” you explain, so simple. 

“yeah?” again, another smile, he had to be toying with you, “do you need some other help with that?” 

“what do you mean?” 

art hums, not explaining anything when he opens his mouth and swipes his thumb along his tongue, moving down to rub the saliva from his tongue onto your lips, memorizing the pillowy soft touch. your eyes widen, slightly, “art, this is—“ 

“not helping?” art tuts in faux disappointment, mumbling a small, ‘why don’t i..’ before he leans down further, licking his own lips and getting closer and closer until his lips are brushing against yours. 

“wrong,” you mumble out, but you sound unsure, like you don’t really believe what you just said, you don’t think this is wrong, you’ve always thought art was attractive, it was his wife that kept your crush on him at bay. you mumble against his lips, “you have a wife, art..” 

“do i?” he smirks against your lips, a near chuckle slipping out, “i must’ve forgotten.” 

“art,” it sounds like a warning, but again, you wanted nothing less than for his lips to fall against yours right now. 

“make it up to me, yeah? remember that?” his hand moves to hold your cheek, tipping your head up at him, eyes meeting yours in such close proximity, “i’ve got some marriage problems right now, so why don’t you play wife for me, hm?” 

you nod at him, ever so slightly, he clocks it immediately, and that’s his que. his eyes flutter shut, and he’s leaning in only a mere centimeter before his lips fall against yours. the kiss is soft at first, sweet, new, but then art starts taking the lead, and it quickly becomes something on the faint lines of cannibalism, he kissed you like he wanted to eat you, like he loved you. 

when he said he wanted you to play wife, he wasn’t lying. 

he pries your lips open with his own before his tongue makes it’s way inside your mouth, tasting the peppermint of your gum on your own tongue, memorizing the noisy breaths that leave your mouth and move into his. your nails are quick to run along his arms, making him pull back to speak, “hold on, kitty cat.” 

“you call your wife kitty cat?” you watch him peel off his sweaty shirt from his skin. 

he tosses the shirt to the side, exhaling a breath that showed he hated the feeling of the wet fabric on his skin, “mm, i call you kitty cat, ‘nd you’re playing my wife, so.” 

“right,” you agree, letting his cold hands brush against your skin when he takes your clothes off of you, of course looking at you for approval beforehand, which you nod to. 

“did you start wearing shorter skirts on purpose?” art questions when his fingers reach the waistband of your skirt, ever so slowly dipping underneath. 

“no, ‘course not,” you speak breathlessly, feeling his fingers move under your underwear as well until his fingertips meet your clit. you swallow thick, lashes fluttering as he starts moving his fingers in an almost cruel slowness. 

“look at me,” he whispers a simple command, free hand holding your chin and forcing you to look at him. his fingers move further down, immediately feeling how wet you are, he chuckles in surprise, “god, you’re this wet for a married man, huh?” 

“for my husband,” you mumble out, playing the part. 

“that’s right,” his middle finger circles your entrance for a second before ever so slowly dipping it inside. he watches your lips fall apart, the way your eyes get glossed over, the way your hips push up against his finger. “needy.” 

he doesn’t take long to push another finger in, letting go of your chin so he could guide your hand to his clothed cock, hard and pushing against his flimsy shorts. as soon as you start rubbing his dick through the fabric, his breath shudders slightly, as if he’s been waiting too long for like, as if he hasn’t had sexual pleasure in weeks. 

soon enough, only a mere minute or two in of foreplay, art gets antsy and he has to have his dick inside of you, he pries his fingers from your cunt and takes your skirt off next. “lay down for me, yeah?” he smiles at the fact that you do it immediately, even spreading your legs for him. 

he hisses at the feeling when his bare knees meet the concrete floor below, harsh on his skin, he tugs his shorts and boxers down ever so slightly until his cock is finally freed. you inhale sharply upon seeing it, he had a big dick. he spits in his hand, coating his dick with a grunt before he finally lines himself up with your entrance. 

“ready?” he hushes out. 

“yeah, yeah,” you’re barely able to finish the last yeah before his dick is moving into you, his nose scrunching from the tightness of your walls around him, it’s like you were purposefully squeezing his cock with an attempt to milk him dry already. 

“fuck,” he grunts out, pulling back, then moving back in, earning a pathetic moan from your lips. it sounds like music to his ears, so he keeps going, his thrusting was slow at first, gentle, kind— but just like the test matches, or the kiss, he gets hungry, and he wants more. 

his thrusts turn relentless almost immediately, maybe even like he was taking out some sorts of sexual frustrations out on your poor cunt. whimpers, whines, moans, all of those leave your lips, matching up with the grunts and the occasional whimper from his own mouth as well. 

sex was intoxicating for art, and there was something so dangerous, so forbidden about this, you weren’t really his wife, he was married to another woman, he was solely your coach. some sick part of art loves that, maybe that’s why he leans down and starts nipping at your neck, sucking at the delicate skin until maroon and blackberry starts blooming on the blank canvas. 

“art, oh my god,” you moan out, hands moving to scratch at his bare back, and maybe art should be smart enough to tell you not to leave marks, but he lets your nails dig in as his thrusts get harsher, surely drawing blood, or at least noticeable scratches. 

in fact, the feeling of you tearing into his skin only makes his orgasm come on faster, soon enough wracking his body and making his hips stutter. he keeps going though, despite the overstimulation that makes him pathetically whine softly, just until you’ve reached your own orgasm. 

he pulls out, panting, smirking down at you, “thanks, kitty cat.” 

[kaybug88]

Katsuki Bakugo x Wife!Reader

December 23rd:

Katsuki Bakugo x Wife!Reader

Note: Use of (Y/N) + Newly weds

“What if we made our actual house!?”   “Hell no, that's stupid.”

TW: Swearing

WC: 1.2k

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“(Y/N)! Time to go, we're gonna be late!”

Katsuki calls From downstairs. For some context, you're going to Mina and Ejiro's house to hangout before everyone starts going out on missions again. Tonight was, and will be the only night your whole friend group can take off for a while. You're planning to make Gingerbread houses, watch movies, drink hot cocoa, and exchange presents.

“Coming!”

You call from your bedroom before stepping out and closing the door. By the time you're at the front door, he's in his black Ford F150 Raptor with the engine Running and his playlist Blasting out the open windows.

You roll your eyes with a grin before walking over and getting into the passenger seat with a small huff.

“Need a hand, princess?”

Katsuki says with a shit-eating grin while you send him a half-assed glare.

“No, I'm just fine On my own.”

You counter while buckling in and he begins to back out of the driveway, his arm slung over your seat.

-

Upon arrival, you notice you're not the only couple in matching pajamas. Kyoka and Denki are in pajama pants with polar bears and white hoodies. Eijiro and Mina are in Batman Hello-Kitty pants with pink long sleeve shirts. You and Katsuki are in red and black plaid pants with black shirts. 

“Hey y'all!”

You excitedly say while walking towards your bestfriends while Enjiro and Denki start up a conversation with Katsuki.

“So, how're you, Mrs.Bakugo?”

Mina chirps while dragging out your new last name.

“Yeah, how's it feel to finally take the Bakugo name? Feel angry 24/7 yet?”

Jiro chuckles while giving you a hug, Which you happily accept. Mina joins in the hug, which makes you smile.

-

“No, you absolutely cannot make our house a pile of rubble. It's a Gingerbread house, not Gingerbread house rubble.”

You say, smacking his hand lightly, earning a small scowl. You playfully roll your eyes as you reach for white frosting, in order to decorate the house before putting it together. . . As one would, right? Apparently that's wrong.

“Nope, I'm doing that. Can't trust you to make it not look like shit. Pick out the candy or somethin’.”

Katsuki said, sliding all the Gingerbread house pieces toward him, and away from you; turns out Kirishima’s ‘genius’ idea to make this a competition wasn't so ‘genius’ after all.

“Denks-!”

Jiro panics as Denki’s elbow misses their house by mere inches. Kirishima and Mina are so concentrated they don't even notice what has happened, causing you to snicker to yourself before going back to the candy selection.

“Kats! What if we made our actual house!?”   

You suggest excitedly as you show him green gumdrops that could work perfectly as the bushes in your front yard.

“Hell no, that's stupid.”

He protests while carefully putting the Gingerbread walls together with white frosting that looks upsettingly neat.

“Whatever. . .”

You groan, picking out some pretzel sticks to use as a path up to the front door. You stick one in your mouth, leaving the salt treat hanging from between your lips. You set down little piles of candy you could use for decorations, and can't help but notice the way Katsuki Eyes your lips.

You raise a brow at him before he grabs your chin and leans in to take his own bite of the pretzel, his lips brushing against your own for a split second. You sit there wide-eyed as he smirks at you with hidden intent. Nobody else noticed what he had done, but you sure as hell don't regret him doing it.

Hoping that blush isn't too visible on your face, you pass him a small bowl with little red ball sprinkles before glancing at his face. His brows are furrowed in concentration while his tongue is peeking out from between his lips.

Noticing how concentrated he is on the larger details, you secretly grab a few green gumdrops, lining the yard with them. Every few seconds, you glance over at him, trying to hold in the goofy smile hiding behind your lips. 

“The hell are you doing? If you want shit lining the house, use those.”

He says while pointing to a bowl of green and red candies that probably taste like diabetes. You bite back a frown at your failed attempt to add secret little details from your own house and try to think of more subtle details. You could casually suggest. Your mailbox would be a good idea, but you would probably need Katsuki to help you, so that’s a no. 

Instead, you think of the arches by your doorstep. Katsuki is absolutely loaded with money and refused to, in his words, get some small, shitty house that doesn't have room for future plans.

You reach for a small unopened box of candy canes striped with vibrant greens and reds, pulling out a few and dumping the rest out into an empty bowl. You hold back a giggle as Eijiro sneakily takes one, unwrapping it and sticking it in his mouth. Rolling your eyes at the action, you place two of the candy canes next to Katsuki, clearly suggesting that he use them. 

He nods lightly and begins to form icicles along the edge of the roof, which you have to admit is quite a smart idea. Noticing black licorice, you can't help but imagine it as a chimney. You show it to Katsuki with a grin.

“Hey! What If we use this as a chimney?”

You suggest with a cheery tone, holding a few of said licorice and he gives you a smirk.

“Hey, so you do have good ideas in there.”

He teases, flicking your forehead. You know he's teasing you, and completely unaware of the glare he's receiving from Mina.

“What!? She's got great ideas in there!”

Mina says with a bit of sass and lightly hits him on the head, her yellow eyes narrowed into the glare only a mother could muster. Scary.

“Get the hell off me, Raccoon eyes! It was a joke, she knows she's smart and I wouldn't have married some damn idiot!”

You bite back a chuckle at the look Katsuki has on his face. He's clearly not mad, and there's hints of adoration and love sparkled into his dangerous red eyes.You smile when he looks over to you without a hint of Annoyance or anger, and  a pinch of wonder of how he landed someone so wonderful.

“Aww, Kats.” 

You say, leaning your head on his shoulder. His face flushes as he hunches back over to continue building the house. So adorable. You grab the licorice, arranging it to make a cute little chimney on top of the house. 

“Ta-da!” 

You nudge Katsuki, gesturing to your little chimney, which sits at an awkward angle. He laughs, a genuine, sweet one, and adjusts it carefully. Now all you two need to add is a door. Easy. 

You grab a piece of gingerbread, carefully outlining a door and breaking it out. Handing it to Katsuki, you grab a bunch of mini candies. He carefully frosts the top of it, and sticks it to the front of the house. You lean in, rimming the little door with the candies. 

“Alright, we’re finished!” 

You say, leaning back and stretching. Katsuki does the same, wrapping one arm around you and pulling you closer. 

“Ya’ know what? We rocked this.”

He said with a small chuckle as he presses A kiss to your head. He pulls out his phone and snaps a photo of your house made from pure hard work.

[berberriescorner]

pregnant sexs w rio

I had to sit and think of which direction I wanted to take this in. Whew, chileee! Way too many scenarios are playing in my mind. This man😩😍!

I'm going to keep it a stack with y'all. This turned into a whole-ass fic.

Sit back, buckle up, and prep yourself for the trip my imagination's about to take you on♥️. Love, comments, and reblogs are appreciated, lovelies💞.

A/N: Sexual frustration and prolonged foreplay ahead. If that's not your vibe. You may want to skip out on this one. A couple of twists and flips here and there. I hope you lovelies enjoy what I did with this♥️. Just a heads up, I really got into this one, so it's going to be pretty lengthy. Worked on it for a while. Even made a damn mood board...I couldn't resist.

One More Note: A polite, gentle reminder that I don't usually take requests. If you float something in my ask that I just can't resist. I will give in here and there. In other words, if you don't get a response, please don't take it personally.

If you missed any other ask about dad!rio or hubby!rio, they're all listed on my Masterlist under Rio Asks/Headcanons (in order). Enjoy my lovelies! Feel free to love, comment, and share🥰.

Song Inspo💜:

"Let's Go Little Kitty-Kat"

Livid. Irritable. Restless. Each one of these words perfectly describes your current mood. The kids had begged to spend their spring break with Rio’s grandmother. Marcus was spending his time off with her, and his siblings loved to follow big brother’s every move. You weren’t surprised that they wanted to be wherever he was. It didn’t hurt that their great-grandmother spoiled them rotten and gave them whatever their hearts desired. Even your sweet baby boy left his momma in the dust. That wasn’t the reason for your foul mood (though being in this big, empty house didn’t help).

You were angrily resting on the couch, a permanent pout etched on your face. You huffed loudly as your husband’s voice sounded on the other end of the phone call.

“So, you’re not going to say anything?”

 Silence.

“Mama,” he sighed. 

You were willing to bet any amount of money that Rio’s hand was running down his face right now. Were you overreacting? Possibly. Maybe even being a bit unreasonable? Probably so. Did you give a damn? Not at all. Blame it on the hormones.

“Let me make sure I’ve got this right. You’re pissed off–again? That’s two days in a row, mama. I’ve still yet to figure out the reason behind yesterday's bad attitude. Normally, I don’t let that shit slide, but I understand you’re emo-.”

“Call me emotional one more time, Rio.”

“And you’re going to do what, darlin’,” he questioned, voice laced with a hint of warning. Rio chuckled sarcastically, “I got a lot going on right now. Call me back when you’re ready to talk like an adult. Ready to get back on your grown woman shit.”

“Whatever, Christopher. You called me. Nobody wanted to talk to your dusty ass anyway. Get off my line,” with that, you both hung up on one another, more irritated than before the call.

You knew your behavior was coming off as petty, but too much pent-up frustration kept you from acting like a rational human being. You rolled your eyes so hard they nearly got stuck as you recalled yesterday's events.

You lay awake in bed, your body vibrating with lust. The day had dragged by slowly as your need for Rio grew more and more. You changed positions so many times your head scarf came undone.

“If I can just manage to wait up at least another hour. Maybe Rio will get here soon enough to put my ass to bed.”

Nope. The tiny human growing in your womb pulled you into a deep slumber. 

By the time Rio reached the threshold of your master bedroom. You were snuggled deep into the covers with pillows surrounding you. His shoulders lowered with a hint of disappointment. Rio knew you wanted him home, even if you hadn't said the words aloud. He could sense the attitude and frustration in your voice when he called to tell you not to wait up. Rio had tried his hardest to get home hours ago, but with every attempt at leaving came more matters that required his attention. He lowered himself to your sleeping form. Adjusting your scarf so it wouldn’t slip off, Rio softly pecked your nose and cheek. After a quick shower, he carefully climbed into his side of the bed, gently pulling two of the many pillows from behind your back. It took some effort, but he managed to cuddle up to you and delicately pull you into him. You stirred for a few moments but quickly fell back into a deep sleep. Your husband watched, smirking at the light snores you released.

“Night, Mama. Love you,” he whispered, kissing your neck.

The following morning, you woke up. Still horny as hell. You rolled over to find his side of the bed empty. He had been there. Rio’s side of the bed looked slept in. Your head turned in the direction of your en suite. Not a peep sounded. He wasn’t in there.

Maybe he’s downstairs. I should fix him something before he heads out. Perhaps he could eat me for breakfast. These freaking pregnancy hormones are out of control. Every waking moment, I feel like swallowing this man whole. When I’m not hungry, I’m horny. When I’m not fiending for my husband, I want to eat everything in sight. Fucking Rio. The dick just doesn’t miss. He shoots the club up every.single.time.

You smiled at your small bump, rubbing soft circles at the sides. Honestly, you didn’t mind being pregnant for the fifth time, but for your sanity (and the kids), this would be your last. If Rio wanted more babies, he had better find a damn good surrogate. Mama’s tired.

Does this man not realize he’ll have to pay for three, possibly four, weddings? Who am I kidding? In his mind, Rio probably believes he’ll be able to chase off any and every potential love interest. He’s in for a rude awakening. My dad didn’t like his ass at first. I have a (legally) pistol-toting father as well. That didn’t stop shit. Now look at us: marriage and a gang of children.

Pregnancy turned you into an impatient woman. When you wanted something, there was no convincing you different. 

In your thoughts, the bedroom door crept open. Rio’s head peeked inside. He noticed you sitting on the side of the bed and stepped into the room. He swaggered over to you, a smile pulling at the corners of his mouth. His voice was low, and restlessness lingered in his tone.

“Morning, Mama. You sleep alright,” he asked as his fingers took hold of your chin, tilting your head back for a kiss. His rough, calloused fingers danced along your jawline, trailing low enough to graze the outside of your breast. He smiled as you gasped against his lips.

The kiss started sweet, turning into hunger in mere seconds. You tried tugging your husband down onto the bed. Rio pulled back, pecking your lips a few times, before standing upright, hand slowly stroking the inner part of your thigh. With just a few inches, he would've been dangerously close to where you wanted him most. 

“I had to come to kiss my beautiful wife before heading out. I need to slide, mama. I’ve got a lot on my plate today. It's going to be hectic, and shit might get active. I ordered you some breakfast. It’ll be here soon. I’ll probably get in late tonight. Don’t wait up for me. Make sure you and my baby get some rest. Love you,” he said, kissing you again.

“Love you too, Papa,” you exhaled.

You watched him leave and groaned with irritation. 

It would be two nights in a row that he’d be coming in late at night. That typically wouldn’t be an issue. You had grown used to it throughout the years. The only time it became a problem was when you were in your current state: knocked up, horny, and hormonal. It was just something that switched in your brain during these times. You wanted all Rio’s attention. The need to have him buried deep inside you was high, and you couldn’t quite get your fill of him.

Several attempts to distract yourself throughout the day had failed miserably. No matter what you did, your thoughts always redirected themselves back to Rio and sex. You made one last effort to ignore the constant need to devour your husband. Turning Apple Music on shuffle, you opened a magazine and thumbed through it. Unfortunately, the universe wasn't on your side. Every song was more explicit than the previous one. A frustrated sigh fell from your lips as you shut the music off.

Enough is enough. Hubby won’t come to me, but rest assured I can go to him.

You padded to your bedroom closet, looking for a sexy little number. Slipping on a pair of Steve Madden heels, you snatched up your car keys. You set forth on a journey to Rio. Bringing him lunch would be your excuse for showing up unannounced. That reason, however, wasn't enough to prevent the lecture you received from an overprotective husband, Rio. As if that wasn’t enough, you also caught shit from your meddlesome bodyguard/homie, Mick. He escorted you into the warehouse when you arrived.

“Boss lady, you know you’re not supposed to be here,” he instigated.

“Mick, hush. I can bring my husband some lunch. Chill on me.”

“Alright, but you already know. The boss won’t be happy you're out, running around for him.”

“I went to get him some takeout. I didn’t even get out of the car. It was a curbside pickup.”

You were about to continue the debate when Rio’s voice sounded behind you.

“Mama.”

How could one little word send your body into a frenzy? You could sense both curiosity and a little anger in his tone. Mick stood there smirking at you. He knew what was about to go down. It was one thing for you to be out and about with no security detail. That was enough to put you in hot water. The fact that you were pregnant pushed his disappointment to another level.

“Mick, that thing we were about to take care of? Start without me. I need a few moments with my wife.”

He nodded in agreement, giving you a ‘good luck’ smirk on his way out. You turned your attention to Rio after the door closed. His jaw ticked as he shook his head in disbelief.

“What did I tell you about leaving the house with no security detail? You’re supposed to be at home relaxing. What are you even doing out and about? I specifically told you I’d be busy today. You know that’s code for business dealings. Your ass shouldn’t be anywhere near this warehouse right now.”

“I just wanted to bring you lunch, Papa. I needed to see that handsome face,” you replied in your best baby voice.

“Nah, that little voice and smile ain’t cutting it right now. Why are you so damn hardheaded?”

Now you were starting to get a little pissed. It was understandable that Rio was always concerned for your safety, but what choice did you have? Several, you had several. It just couldn’t wait. Yes, you were slightly irritated by his reaction, but the ache in your core grew even more being in his presence. The scent of his cologne wafted through the air. With just one sniff, you could feel your nipples harden.

These hormones are so out of control. I need this man to wreck my shit. The sooner, the better.

Taking a deep breath, you attempted to plead your case.

“But baby-”

“Listen. I’m too busy to have this argument with you right now.”

Rio closed the distance between you and placed his hands on either side of your face. He angrily sighed and pecked your lips.

“I appreciate the gesture, Mama, but please listen to me next time.”

You bit your lip, looking at him apologetically. Snaking your arms around his body, you allowed him to engulf you in a hug. Wrapped tightly in his embrace, Rio caught you off guard, giving you a hard swat on the bottom. His voice was low and gravelly as he growled, “You're trouble, Mama.”

You moaned, pushing your backside deeper into his palms. Eyes drifted shut as you stood on your tiptoes and puckered your lips for a kiss. Rio’s hands caressed the soft, plush globes as his breath fanned your lips. He denied your request for a kiss. Instead, his lips ghosted your neck, and his mouth traveled to your ear. Nipping at your lobe, he rasped, “Sorry, mama. We don’t have time for that. I have to go handle business.”

He pulled away, smirking at the frown that quickly shifted to a pout.

“We can’t spend just a few more minutes together?”

“Don’t do that, ma. You know this is important. Since you’re already out and ignoring my demands, why don’t you spend some time with your best friend? Here, take my card. Lunch is on me.”

This man is so preoccupied with business. He doesn’t even see that I came here to give him a piece of pussy. For some reason, that irritates the hell out of me. Usually, he can read my body like a book. I see where his priorities are at the moment. Business must trump his pregnant wife’s needs. I gave this man four and a half babies, and this is the thanks I get? Let me take my pregnant, horny, irritated tail home. His ass is sleeping on the couch tonight, and I don’t give one fuck that I’m being irrational.

“Nah, I’m good,” you waved your hand dismissively.

Sensing attitude, Rio tilted his head back, giving you a look of incredulity.

“Look, I ain't got time for the dramatics right now. I told you I would be busy. Go home, mama. We can discuss this in the privacy of our home.”

Cocking your head to the side, you gave him an irritated glare. A rush of pregnancy hormones came hurtling towards you. Snatching your handbag and keys from his desk, you stormed out of the room. Rio knew he struck a nerve and possibly hurt your feelings. Stepping into the hall, he called after you. Ignoring him, you stomped out of the building. With an exasperated sigh, your husband ran his hands over his face. Taking a deep breath did little to soothe the irritation that started festering inside him. It also didn’t help that the idiots working the warehouse floor were ogling your behind as you angrily switched out of the building.

“Y’all got a death wish or something? Fuck you looking at,” Rio barked towards the group of men.

“I suggest you get back to work before I unload the clip in this bitch,” he boomed, walking back into his office to cool down before heading to the meeting.

“She’s almost to her car. Hurry up! Follow her. Keep a watchful eye over her. She’s in her feelings. Make sure my wife and child make it home safe,” he ordered one of his men.

Her ass is out here walking around in those tight-ass jeans. We’re about to have a heated exchange when I get home. Out here showing out. She’s over here pressing on my last nerve and still making me want to put her on her back at the same damn time. Thick-ass. Feisty-ass. Sexy-ass. Spoiled-ass. Hormonal-ass woman.

Rio’s detail only served to anger you more. Pulling into your driveway, you flung the car door open, grabbed your stuff, and turned toward the henchman.

“I don’t need a fucking babysitter. Either wait out here or take your ass back to the warehouse.”

Not waiting for a response, you went into your home. Setting the alarm, you settled in for a quiet, lonesome evening. You had hoped a nice relaxing shower, comfy PJs, and stuffing your face would put you in a better mood. It could have worked, but your husband kept blowing up your phone.

Annoyed by the fourth call, you answered icily, “What can I do for you, dear?”

Rio could hear the sarcasm in your voice. “This what we on tonight?”

“Why, whatever do you mean, husband?”

“Cut the shit, mama. Why are you ignoring my calls?”

“You were oh so busy. I’d imagine that ignoring you would give you more time to concentrate on business, sweetie.”

“You petty as fuck. Stop being mean, mama.”

His mini flirtations went ignored.

This man hasn’t seen petty yet. Watch me work, Daddy.

“What can I do for you, Christopher?”

“Oh, are we using government names now? Bet. Why are you being stubborn?”

Silence.

“So, you’re not going to say anything?”

 Silence.

 “Mama,” he sighed. 

“Let me make sure I’ve got this right. You’re pissed off–again? That’s two days in a row, mama. I’ve still yet to figure out the reason behind yesterday's bad attitude. Normally, I don’t let that shit slide, but I understand you’re emo-.”

“Call me emotional one more time, Rio.”

“And you’re going to do what, darlin’,” he questioned, voice laced with a hint of warning. Rio chuckled sarcastically, “I got a lot going on right now. Call me back when you’re ready to talk like an adult. Ready to get back on your grown woman shit.”

“Whatever, Christopher. You called me. Nobody wanted to talk to your dusty ass anyway. Get off my line,” with that, you both hung up on one another, more irritated than before the call.

Hours later, you came down from your mood swing. Guilt slowly started to seep into you. Not one to give in and apologize first, you decided it was the right thing to do. Unlocking your phone, you sent a request for FaceTime. It rang twice before being denied.

He’s probably busy. I’ll try again in an hour or so.

The next time you tried his cell, you called. It rang several times before going to voicemail. Waiting another hour, you tried again. Ringing once, it went to voicemail.

Now, wait a fuckin’ minute. One ring means he hit the “f you button.” See, now a bitch is starting to get mad again. Woosah. Fight them mood swings, girl. Fight them!

Just as you had calmed your nerves, a text came through.

Husbaeee (Papa)🥰😈👅💦: You and the baby good?

Wifey (Mama)🌎💍: Yes, we’re fine. Why haven’t you called me back? Are you okay?

Husbaeee (Papa)🥰😈👅💦: I’m busy, remember? You didn’t feel like talking earlier? Why are you so chatty all of a sudden?

His petty ass.

Wifey (Mama)🌎💍: Stop making it hard to tell you sorry, Papa. Chill on me.

Husbaeee (Papa)🥰😈👅💦: Keep your sorry, ma. I’m cool on that. See you when I get home.

Oh, okay! It’s just, ma, now? Bet.

Slipping his phone back into his pocket, Rio smiled to himself. He purposefully pissed you off again. Part of him did it out of payback, but his main objective was getting you frustrated. If it had done the trick. You would be ripping his clothes off and begging to be fucked once he made it home.

Not one to tell a man where he can and cannot go in his own home. You decided against telling Rio to sleep on the couch. However, the need to be petty was vibrating heavily in your bones. You fought sleep as long as you could, hoping to wait up for him long enough to ignore him for a bit. The baby again had other plans and lulled you into a deep sleep.

Rio braced himself for whatever you had planned to throw his way. He smirked to himself, releasing a low chuckle before exiting the car. Dragging his tired body into the house, your husband entered the code into the security system. Resetting it, he headed in the direction of the bar. He filled a tumbler with two fingers of bourbon. Tossing it back, Rio let the warm liquid flow through his chest. He rinsed the glass, set it in the dishwasher, and headed upstairs. 

Her moody ass is probably sleeping.

Attempting not to wake you, he quietly padded up the stairs. Rio unbuttoned the first couple of buttons on his shirt as he walked toward your shared bedroom. He nearly made it there but stopped in his tracks. The look on his face turned stone cold, and he slowly turned his head to peer into the guest bedroom.

What the fuck is this shit?

There you were, the door cracked, and lights dimmed just enough for him to see you tucked in tight, slumbering peacefully. Your plan to ignore him may have fallen through, but you still managed to be petty even in your sleep.

You jolted awake, feeling arms slip under your frame and pull you up from the mattress. Moments went by as you willed your eyes to wake fully. Your sight focused on Rio’s angered expression, and you pushed at his chest.

“What the hell are you doing? Put me down, Christopher!”

He ignored you. Rio’s jaw ticking as he took long strides exiting the guest room. He carried you into your bedroom, laid you in bed, tucking you in. You started to explain that you were a grown-ass woman and could sleep anywhere you damn well pleased. The look in his eyes forced you to think better of it.

“I don’t give a fuck how angry you are! Your ass will sleep in this bed regardless. Go to bed mad if you want to. Your stubborn ass is going to do it lying next to me. No room for debate, mama. You mad at me? You don’t want to be near me right now? That’s all good, but you sleep in our bed. Roll to the edge of the bed. That's all the space you're getting.”

Rio snatched his shirt over his head and threw it into the clothes hamper. You did your best to bite back any more snarky responses as you watched Rio stalk to the bathroom. The door flew shut, and you mumbled, “Dramatic much.”

The bathroom door swung open. Standing in the doorway, eyes set on you, Rio commanded, “Can you stop talking? Please give me a moment of peace, ma. All that talking’s gon’ land your ass in a world of trouble. Save yourself, mama. Be quiet.”

You cut your eyes at him, sliding down into bed. You lay on the side facing away from him. The corners of your mouth pulled into a mischievous grin. Waiting for the shower to start, you attempted to remove yourself from the bed and head toward the exit. Rio's voice bounced off the bathroom walls, halting your movement.

“Get back in bed, mama.”

You kissed your teeth, “Ain’t nobody left. Shut up, Rio.”

“You heard what I said. Stop playing with me.”

Pouncing back on the bed, you snarled towards the bathroom door.

“Fix your face, ma. You’re trying my patience tonight.”

Can he see through the damn walls or something?

“Nobody worried about you, Christopher.”

“Yeah, okay. Your stubborn ass got back in that bed. Didn’t you?”

Rio wanted to wash the events of the day away. He wanted a few quiet minutes to destress, but being a little hellcat, you wouldn’t give him that. You had a response for everything. He loved you combative and keyed up, but tonight, you were laying it on thick and wouldn’t let up. Rio was slightly irritated that his plan to piss you off again was starting to backfire. Taking a few calming breaths, he readied himself to regain control of the situation.  

The water cut off, and he walked into the room, towel hanging dangerously low around his waist. There were beads of water sliding down his naked torso. Being irritated by him wasn’t enough to stop your eyes from tracing him from head to toe. Squeezing your thighs together, you bit your lip, fighting the urge to jump on him. Rio felt your eyes on him and smirked in your direction. He laid a fresh pair of underwear on the foot of the bed. Standing upright, his eyes connected with yours as Rio pulled the towel from his waist. His eyes stayed on you as he took the time to dry the rest of his body. Your vision latched onto his manhood as you watched it swing from side to side. The tip of your tongue danced across your lips, and Rio rasped, “You hungry, mama?” The knowing smirk on his face aggravated you. Not thinking it through, you mumbled, “Like you give a fuck.”

A low and bitter chuckle fell from Rio’s lips. That was your last chance. His bottom lip pulled between his teeth. His eyes darkened and held yours as he slipped into his underwear. Tossing the towel into the hamper, he crept toward you. The silence that filled the air added to the moment's intensity.

Rio’s fingers glided along the column of your neck. His digits cupped your chin, giving it a light squeeze as a warning. His face crowded your own. You bit the inside of your cheek to keep from smirking. Finally, you had pissed him off enough to get the reaction you craved. Wetness pulled between your thighs in anticipation.

“This all could’ve been avoided, mama.”

Rio’s thumb traced your bottom lip as he backed away. You watched in confusion as he stepped into a pair of sweatpants and grabbed his phone. Stepping toward the door, you asked, “Where are you going?”

“Thought you didn't want to be near me, darlin’? I think you need some time alone. Just go to bed. I'm not tired.”

“I’ve been alone for two days! You’re such an asshole.”

His hand gripped the doorknob as he rolled his neck and shoulders. He was fighting the urge to pounce. With his back to you, Rio finished, “Next time you want to be fucked. Just say that, ma.”

You growled in annoyance, chucking a pillow against his back as he walked out of the room.

“Your ass is lucky you're carrying my baby. It's the only thing keeping me from snatching your little ass up. Crazy ass woman,” he called out from the hallway.

You punched your pillows and got back in bed. Too upset to sleep, a slew of emotions rained down on you. First, there were tears of frustration. Then anger, followed by another round of guilt.

Why do I keep putting this man through hell? All over some dick. That’s what it comes down to. However, if he would’ve cracked my damn back, this shit could’ve been avoided. You're so damn busy you can’t slide inside me and bust a quick nut? 

You smiled, rolled your eyes, and finished your thoughts.

Damn, I’m a brat. Let me drag grumpy pants back to bed. I thought, “wE sLeEp BeSiDe EaCh OtHeR No MaTtEr WhAt,” Head ass.

Rio was sitting on the edge of the living room sofa, arms draped over his lap. The longer he sat there thinking over the day and your attitude. The more he had to fight the urge to do the things he truly wanted. Rio fisted the top of his pants as wicked thoughts of you crying out for him cycled through. His hands trembled, filled with the need to possess and punish you. He closed his eyes, tilting his head back to calm his hunger. That plan fell through as your scent flowed into the room. He groaned, opening his eyes and settling his gaze on you.

“You could’ve slept in the guest room. Why are you being extra? I thought we didn’t sleep in separate rooms anyway?”

“I’m not about to keep going back and forth with you. Just go back to bed, Mama,” he responded with tiredness in his voice.”

That pulled at your heartstrings.

Be nice, bitch.

You swallowed your pride and made the first move toward reconciliation.

“Come back to bed, Rio. I’m sorry for being unreasonable, papa.”

Still standing in the entryway of the spacious living room, you waited for a response. The room was painfully quiet as you two watched one another. Rio’s gaze trailed your body. It was just something about you in his T-shirts that always drove him crazy. He kept his expression blank, making it hard for you to get a read on him. The silence continued for a moment. When he finally spoke, his voice was different. It wasn’t angry, but it wasn’t happy either.

It was dominant, possessive even. 

“Come here.”

Oh, shit. Not that voice. Anything but that.

There were two types of dominant Rio. One, you had been working his nerves for. The other? Not so much. You stayed frozen in place.

“Don’t make me ask again.”

Your legs carried you over to him. Stepping between him and the coffee table, you waited for further instruction.

“Look, I know I’ve been working your nerves-.”

“Mm-Mm. Quiet. Talking seems to be your downfall, Mama.”

Rio’s hands reached up and grasped your hips.

“Sit,” he instructed, pulling you into a seated position on the coffee table.

His elbows rested on the top of his knees, hands folded underneath his chin.

“You’ve been doing your best to get my attention. Now that you have it. You seem a bit worried, Mama. It’s what you wanted. Right?”

Silence.

“Good girl. You finally learned how to listen and not talk. It’s a little shocking, honestly. You’ve had so much to say for the past two days. Now, when it seems you’re about to get the response you want, and then some. You don’t have shit to say.”

You could feel the heat radiating off of him. Fucked. That’s what you were. There were times when you would overdo it, pushing him too far. Tonight was going to be one of those nights. Pulling in a shaky breath, you continued to listen. Being pregnant, you didn’t know how he would play it. That alone sent a shiver down your body.

See, this is what my emotional, spoiled ass gets. It’s too late to turn back now. Dear sweet Kitty Kat, I wish you the best of luck, girl.

“What’s wrong, darlin’? You seem a bit nervous.”

More silence.

Rio leaned towards you, placing his hands on your plush thighs. He was so close your noses were an inch apart. He tilted his head, angling it to nip your bottom lip. Pulling back, his hand massaged your left cheek. It circled your skin as he leaned back in.

“My hands itching to wrap around your throat, Mama. You know I can’t act like this and do things like that when you’re carrying my child. I don’t take risks with my seed, and you know that. Playing with your oxygen supply is the same as messing with theirs. So why the fuck do you keep trying me,” he groaned.

“Baby, I’m-“

“Shhh.” He laid a gentle kiss on your lips. “You've been talking all day. Right now is a time for listening, darlin’.”

He leisurely rose from the couch, towering over you.

“Let’s put your mouth to better use. Yeah?”

Your breath hitched as his fingers threaded through your hair. Tugging it, he tilted your head back, pecking your lips again. Rio’s eyes held yours as his free hand dipped inside his sweatpants and briefs. Releasing and stroking his member, he hovered over you.

“You wanted some attention. Right, mama? You need dick? Open that pretty little mouth for me.”

Rio jerked your head forward. Hand still wrapped tightly around his thick length, he tapped it on your lips. Your mouth watered and instantly fell open.

“Now you want to be a good girl,” he groaned, swiping the head of his cock on the tip of your tongue.

You started to wrap your mouth around him, but he backed away. A whimper fell from your mouth. Rio held your chin, “I’ll tell you when you can eat it up, Mama,” he whispered, gently tapping your face with his girth.

“You so fucking fine. Wet juicy ass lips got my shit throbbing,” Rio moaned, bending down to kiss you again. Eyes blazing, you used your mouth to capture his thumb. You suckled it, giving him doe eyes. It was as if your beautiful orbs were pleading for him to give in. Your body was so wound up it screamed for some sort of relief. You so desperately wanted to taste him. Thoughts of him spilling his seed into your mouth had you salivating. Rio’s lips parted as his tongue did that snake motion you loved. He slid his thumb from your lips, moving it out of reach.

“Can’t even ruin you in the manner you deserve. I want to shove my dick in that pretty little mouth and fuck your throat until you choke. Damn, I want to leave you gasping for air, voice hoarse. You know I love the way you swallow the dick.”

 An appreciative whimper sounded from your lips. Rio’s eyes danced with excitement. He took joy at the needy and desperate look on your face. The rise and fall of your chest quickened as sinful sounds came from your sweet lips. 

“Look at you moaning and whimpering. That’s my nasty bitch. Does the thought of me shoving myself down that pretty little throat turn you on, mama? It makes you wet. Doesn’t it?”

You shivered and released a stuttered breath, “Daddy, please.” He smiled wickedly, “Damn, I love it when you beg, darlin’.”

“Christopher, please. I’m about to go crazy. I don't think I've ever wanted to swallow you down this bad. Please, Papa. I need you.”

A chuckle fell from his lips. Rio swallowed hard, and you could see the pulse dancing on the side of his neck. His eyes grew darker as he leaned close enough, and you felt his breath brush against your lips.

“You are so cute, mama. Beg as much as you want. The question is: Do you think you deserve it,” he whispered, peppering your lips with light kisses. The corners of his lips lifted, forming a smile as you panted the word yes. “Mm, no. I don't think so, darlin’. You've been stomping around, throwing tantrums, twisting and turning, rolling that neck for days now.”

Your impatience and temper got the best of you.

“If you're so tired of my damn attitude. Put me out of my misery already. You're the one being stingy with the dick! You can't find a few moments to love on your wife?”

There was that sinister smile once more. Rio’s hand went to wrap around your throat, but halfway he stopped. Closing it into a fist tightly, he forced it down to his side. He smirked, slowly opening his mouth to speak, “You’re letting these hormones rattle you, mama. They got you impatient as fuck and coming out of pocket.”

Tucking himself back into his sweats, Rio reclaimed his spot on the sofa. Leaning back into the cushions, he watched your face twist up in frustration.

“Fuck this. I’m going back upstairs. Sleep wherever you want. I don’t care.”

“Sit. Down,” Rio roared.

You froze, back still facing him.

“I’m getting tired of saying things twice,” Rio hissed. “Sit your ass down.”

You swung around and stomped to the coffee table to reclaim your seat.

“Not there. Come here.”

Standing in front of him, you crossed your arms over your chest.

“You beckoned? Dear sweet husband.”

Though Rio wore a thin smile, you could tell he didn’t find shit amusing. Glancing at his lap, he whispered, “Sit.”

You kissed your teeth, plopping into his lap. He pressed up against you, hands gripping your waist. “You enjoy making me tick. Don’t you darlin’?”

Not waiting for you to answer, one hand abandoned your waist. It slid into your hair, tugging at the strands. The action caused you to release something Rio couldn’t decipher. What had started as a gasp shifted to a whimper and ended as a moan. The sound caused his erection to twitch underneath you as he bit back a groan.

“Why are you giving Daddy a hard time? Thought you loved me, Mama,” he teased.

Your lips parted, but he tugged more, signaling you to remain silent.

“Don’t deny it, love. I’m over here fighting everything in me right now. I know how you want it. You ain’t in no condition for that, baby girl.”

“How do I want it, Papa,” you whispered breathlessly.

Rio’s hand trailed to the column of your neck. He gave it a light, gentle squeeze. Pulling your ear to his lips, he groaned, “You want that rough shit. Need me to choke you. Talk my shit and say all the nasty things you like. Pin you down, fuck you until you cry. That’s what you want, yeah,” he questioned, nipping at your earlobe.

A smirk danced across his face at the sound of your whimpering.

“Can’t you just do it as gently as possible? Please, you begged, grinding into his lap.

His growl bounced off the living room walls. It was a signal, a warning, but you couldn’t help yourself. Circling your hips, you pressed further into his erection. Rio hissed, “Behave. You really gotta chill, Mama.”

You stood long enough to turn and straddle his thigh. His hands cradled your small bump. Pecking his lips, you watched as Rio’s eyes fluttered closed. The two of you slipped into a sensual kiss. Your hips rolled as you started to grind your moist panties against his thigh.

“Papa, please. I’m begging you. I need you. I’ll take it any way you’d like.”

He sucked in a shallow breath, grasping your chin.

“I know you will. You don’t have a choice, mama.”

Cocky motha-.

“Keep grinding that slick little pussy against me, baby,” he rasped, grabbing up the globes of your behind. “Now I know you can do better than that. Grind harder,” he finished with a smack to each cheek. Mouths collided as your fingers traced patterns along the nape of his neck. Your tongues wrestled for dominance. His palms dug into your supple flesh, guiding you along the slick spot that started to form on his thigh.

“Damn, mama. Just the sound of my voice makes that little pussy weep, yeah?”

He watched you with pride, your eyes shut tight, breathing ragged. Rio moved his hands to your breast, giving them a light squeeze. He moaned as his teeth sunk into your bottom lip.

“Go a little faster. Pull yourself toward the edge, darlin’.”

Your body rocked faster against his drenched thigh as his hand crept until it found its way underneath your shirt, pulling at the hardened nipples.

“Christopher.”

“Hmm, baby? Talk to me, mama. What do you need from Daddy?”

The words got stuck in your throat, and you edged closer and closer to the brink of ecstasy. Your head tilted back, and the mewl you released made all Rio’s blood rush to his thick member. He peppered kisses along the soft skin of your neck, cooing, “You close, baby girl? Hmm? Come on now, tell me how you feel, darlin’. Let me hear that pretty voice.”

“So damn close. Add a little pressure, Daddy. Press into me, please.”

Rio chuckled, lifting his thigh just enough to give you the desired pressure.

“That better, sweetheart?”

“Fuck,” you whispered. Ye-I’ma come. Please-.”

You started to tremble, signaling an explosive orgasm. Rio’s fingers gripped your waist, halting all movement. A high-pitched whine echoed throughout the room as you tried to power through his grasp and thrust your hips. His hold on you was too strong to fight. The teasing chuckle he gave frustrated you.

“Why would you do that? Don’t play with me like that, Rio,” you whimpered.

“Oh, you thought this was about to be easy? No, love. See where all the nagging and expectations got you. Playing with my patience had you believing I would let you have your way. Fuck that. You better work for that shit, mama. You know how I operate, and I ain’t feeling too generous right now.” He pinched your nipple, sucking your bottom lip into his mouth.

Shoving his shoulder, he fell back against the couch, pinning you with a mischievous glint.

“Ain’t shit funny, Rio. You’re pissing me off,” you snapped, pacing the hardwood floor.

“That makes two of us,” he countered, shrugging his shoulders.

“What happened to a happy wife, a happy life? I’m carrying your child. Where is the love?”

“So damn dramatic. You just knew you’d get your way, huh?”

You stopped, turning to face him. Your arms crossed your ample chest. Frustration ran deep in your mind. The two of you matched glare for glare.

Rio’s eyes darkened as he stood, walking toward you. He kissed you long and hard, backing you toward the living room wall. Your body shivered as you made contact with the chilled surface. He broke the kiss and rasped, “Should’ve used these past few minutes to make a convincing argument,” he tsked. “I don't even know if you deserve to come at this point, darlin’.”

Rio dropped to his knees, and you watched his head disappear underneath the fabric of your shirt. Heat pulsed throughout your core as you felt Rio pull fabric aside. Thousands of tiny sparks flooded your body as you felt his wet, warm tongue trail from the bottom of your dripping sex to the top. His middle and pointer fingers spread you open while the tip of his tongue danced around your bundle of nerves. You released a shuttered breath, head tilting back as your eyes fluttered closed. Without having to look up, Rio paused his licking and growled, “Keep you’re fucking eyes on me. Take off this damn shirt, and watch me eat this pussy up, mama.” 

Say less. I got you, Zaddy.

His eyes burned with passion at the sight of your breast. “You don’t need these either,” he rasped, tearing the panties from your body. Without another word, his head dipped back between your thighs. He teased you with nips and licks until you squirmed, begging for more. The pace had started achingly slow. His breath fanned your lower lips, “Look at you wiggling and shit. Are you aching for me, mama?” Rio inhaled your scent, “Damn, I’m about to eat this shit up.”

“Less talking. More licking, Papa,” you mewled, trying to thrust your heat back into his face. Rio leaned away.

“See, that’s your problem. You need to learn patience, mama. We don’t need to rush. Let me take my time and enjoy all this fine dining.”

“Truthfully, you get off on torturing me, don’t you?”

Instead of using his words, Rio answered with action. Still holding your lips apart, three fingers from the opposite hand pressed into your clit, rubbing wide circles slowly.

In a husky tone, he taunted, “Come on, sweetheart, I know you can get wetter than this.” Your sarcastic rebuttal halted as he continued, “Let me help you with that, ma.”

His words fully registered as you felt his saliva collide with your silky flesh. His mouth covered your lips again, alternating between slow, languid strokes and rapid, hungry licks. From the movement of his tongue to the way he gripped your thighs. Feeling everything at once was hurdling toward a powerful orgasm. His fingers rejoined the party, using them to fumble with your clit as he thrust his tongue into you.

“N-no, baby. Not ye-it’s too soon. S-slow down, fuck!”

Your hand wrapped around his wrist, trying to pull his fingers away. Rio swatted it as he hoisted you higher, locking his arms around your thighs.

“I thought you wanted to come though, Mama,” he teased. “Let me switch it up for you, yeah?”

His tongue replaced those same fingers, licking and sucking your sweet little nub like a man who hadn’t eaten in days.

“Oh! You fucking demon. Daddy, no,” you mewled, body starting to jerk. The sensation sent tingles throughout as your fist pounded against the wall. The digits of the other hand dug into his scalp. You felt him smile against your flesh, moaning and growling. Slipping three fingers inside, he flexed them, deliciously tapping your g-spot. The pace of his digits quickened as his lips wrapped around your abused clit, and he sucked as hard as he could. Your body writhed. The feeling was so intense you considered climbing the wall.

This bitch would go harder. I need to learn how to shut up.

Rio tsked again, “There’s nowhere for you to run, Mama. Daddy got you locked in,” he taunted, fingers speeding up a little more. “Thought this is what you wanted, hm? You've been crying for this all day. Is it too much for you, baby?” Rio’s fingers slipped out of you, and the palm of his hand delivered smacks over your lips. “Yeah! There we go! That’s that wet shit, mama.” Rio dove back in, the sounds of his mouth on your body growing more lewd by the second. All you could do was tremble and whimper. Rio groaned, his mouth devouring you. His words tickled your slick heat, “ You gon’ come for me? Hmm? My mouth got you leaking all over the place.” Your legs started to shake as his tongue lashed at your skin. 

“Answer me, ma,” he demanded, harsh yet sexy.

“Yes, fuck. I’m so close, shit!”

“Beg me to let you come.”

“Please, Papa! Let me come all over that sinfully delicious tongue.”

“I know you’re close. Look at that pretty little pussy squeezing around my fingers,” Rio teased, adding a fourth finger. “Look at these thick thighs shaking,” he taunted. Your husband took a moment to nip at your inner thighs. “Soft as fuck. Tastes so damn good.” His lips licked and sucked at the soft skin as he massaged your g-spot.

“Hold on a bit longer for me.”

His eyes glistened, and you knew Rio was about to make you suffer. There was something in his expression that just reeked of revenge. Minutes ticked by, and you were proven right: every torturous lick of his tongue was his getback. Every time his lips captured your bundle of nerves, it felt like he was trying to suck the soul out of you. He had brought you to the edge for the third time, only to slow down. Tears threatened to spill as you begged and pleaded. At this point, you were no longer begging him to come on his talented tongue. You just wanted him to wrap your legs around his waist and pound you into an earth-shattering orgasm. Twice, you had tried pulling his head away, pressing him to fuck you. Both times, Rio denied you and went right back to eating. His greedy mouth slurped at your juices, “Mm-mm, mama. Daddy’s still hungry.”

His tongue grazed your clit, causing your body to shiver with force. You cried out, “Rio, please! You have to let me come. I can’t do this anymore.” Tears trailed down your cheeks, tugging at his heart a bit. He kissed your nub once more before he pulled up from between your legs. Using the pads of his thumbs, he wiped at the remnants of your tears. Pecking your lips, his hands cradled your face. “I’m sorry, mama. Shh, I know, baby. I know. Breathe for me, catch your breath.”

How could your emotions be all over the place? Yet, every ounce of you still ached for him. Though you were irritated and pissed at the way he edged you. The need to be fucked and orgasm was still the top priority. You could curse him out later. Truthfully, you had done it to yourself. You knew pushing him too far was what brought you here. Patience and understanding had been an option that would have left you well rewarded. Instead, you had opted to try to force his hand.

I’m pregnant, horny, and a bit illogical at the moment. I want what the fuck I want, and I want it now.

Rio’s eyes locked with yours, his orbs still dark but sympathetic at the same time. His teeth sunk into his bottom lip as he swept hair that blocked your vision. Taking a deep breath, he leaned in, lips brushing against yours.

“I’ma stop fucking with you, mama,” he whispered, stealing a kiss.

Rio shushed your whimpering as his hands trailed back down your body and between your thighs. His fingers brushed your slit, collecting moisture along the way. His fingers slid lower until they reached the destination they were in search of. Two fingers penetrated you as his free hand tweaked your nipple. You sucked in a sharp breath as his digits tapped against that special place in warp speed.

“R-rio. Oh, God,” you mewled. “No, please. I want you inside. I need you inside me, baby. Why won’t you just-.”

His head fell into the crook of your neck as you pleaded. An anguished growl echoed against your throat.

“I can’t right now, mama. I just can’t,” he responded helplessly as his fingers kept slamming into you. “Give it to me, mama. I know you can’t hold it anymore. Come for me, baby girl,” he moaned against your skin.

“But why? Oh! Fuck! Y-yes. God, yes,” you cried, falling over the edge.

“Fuck, mama. My arm’s soaked,” he groaned, breath shallow, as he trailed kisses down your neck. He waited for you to respond, but the only sound he heard was sniffling. Rio pulled back with a quickness, hands cradling your face once more. He kissed you, “What’s wrong, mama? Why are you crying?”

“Are you not attracted to me anymore?”

“Mama. Don’t start. Why wouldn’t I be attracted to you? That’s a wild ass question. Please don’t take this wrong, but these hormones got you all messed up. You know better than to ask me such a ludicrous question.” 

Your eyes started to water again, and Rio threw his head back, running his hand down his face. Releasing a long sigh, “Don’t start again, mama. You’re all over the place today. One minute, you’re cursing me out, trying to push me away. The next minute, you’re on me. I damn sure can’t keep up with the mood swings today. Now I’m getting pissed all over again because you're questioning my love for you.”

“It’s a simple question, Rio. Something must be wrong since you won’t fuck your wife. It can’t be that bizarre of a question. Just admit it. I’m gaining weight (not to mention I was already plushie before), so you’re not interested.”

“What number mood swing is this?”

“Fuck you, Rio.”

“You’d like that? A fuck. Wouldn’t you?”

“Such a dickish response!”

You stormed away, ignoring his demands not to walk away from him. Upon entering your bedroom, you slammed the door. Climbing under the covers, you snuggled down until you found a comfortable spot. He didn’t immediately follow you upstairs. Sinking back into the couch, he tried to calm his temper. 

Rio’s mood/urge was why Y/N hadn’t gotten what she wanted in the first place. He was right back to being as pissed as he was earlier. It was all the more reason to stay where he was until he could calm himself. During the first round of this sexually charged argument, it had taken every fiber in him not to fuck you relentlessly. No matter how bad you both wanted it. He wasn’t comfortable with manhandling you at a time like this.

He tilted his head back against the cushions and chuckled to himself. Looking back over the day, you had been a pain in the ass. However, Rio loved that you were adamant about getting what you desired.

The fact that she thinks there’s a way for me to be gentle and rough in that sort of head space is laughable. I love this crazy ass woman.

He replayed the last of your conversation. Guilt crept in as he remembered how your lip trembled as you fought back tears of frustration and neediness while leaving the room. Thinking the situation over, Rio started to hold himself accountable. He knew what to expect at times like this. If he was being honest, having another baby was mainly his idea. That thought alone had him shaking his head and smirking.

This woman is going to drive me insane. She can’t be serious thinking I’m not attracted to her right now because she’s pregnant. If anything, that makes my dick harder. These kinks, man. Her ass knows I love her any size. Mama knows I love it when she’s stupid thick. Damn, I want to bend her ass over something. Just wait until baby girl or boy gets here. I’m going to remember every single mood swing and attitude. Like that man Miguel once said, that pussy gon’ be mine. Let me check on her mean ass. Remember to remain calm, Rio.

He flipped off all the lights downstairs and made sure everything was locked up tight. It was pitch black in the master suite. Rio entered quietly, not wanting to wake you. The faint sounds of sniffles came from under the covers on your side of the bed. Your husband’s head hung low at the sounds, shaking it side to side in disbelief. Sadness ached deep in his chest. It had never been his intention to make you feel unwanted. He certainly didn’t mean for you to feel unattractive. You had pushed him to that place of uncertainty. Rio didn’t trust himself enough to remain gentle. His anger had been raging off and on for the past two days. It was time for him to set the record straight and make things right.

Self-control, my boy. Self-control. I may not be able to choke her. Let that mouth get to firing off again. I’ma spank this woman. Lord, help me.

He approached your side of the bed, attempting to lower the comforter, but it wouldn’t budge. You grumbled, “Don’t, Christopher. Just get in bed. Let’s get some rest. We can discuss this in the morning.” The fabric of the blankets muffled your voice a bit, but Rio could hear how you fought back tears.

Rio gently rubbed what he believed to be your hip. “Don’t hide from me,” he rasped.

“I’m not. Goodnight, Papa.”

He lowered his head, rubbing soothing circles against your back. He stood there a few moments, trying to find a way to make things better. A thought entered his mind. His head leaned to the side as he gave a quick head nod. Heading to his side of the bed, Rio checked his notifications one last time, setting the ringer to silent. He grabbed an item from the nightstand, setting it to the side. Rio got into bed, sliding closer. The feeling of his chest pressing against your back as he joined you under the covers.

“You still mad at me, Mama,” he questioned, leaving butterfly kisses against your skin. “You gon’ forgive me, hm?”

“Shut up, Rio,” you responded with a giggle and sniffle.

“You know you’re crazy for thinking that bullshit, right? I love you, mama. Don’t you know that you’re my favorite person in this world? I love you for life, woman,” he explained. “I’ll always be attracted to you, no matter what. You’re my heart and world, baby girl.” Rio nibbled at your neck. “Those better be happy sniffles, he teased.

“They are, trust me. Thank you for the reassurance, Papa,” you responded, voice still shaky.

His fingers caressed your thighs, drawing small patterns on your flesh, lips peppering kisses against a bare shoulder back to the soft spot below your ear.

“Papa, I don’t think that’s a good idea. I’m still wet from earlier,” you whispered, lower lips tingling again.

Rio shushed you as his tongue swept across the column of your neck. “You looked so damn good in those jeans with the heels. You just had to get me hard while I was working. Didn’t you? How am I supposed to focus with images of fucking you against my desk floating through my head?”

“I just wanted to see you, baby.”

“Yeah. Okay.”

His hand slid between soft thighs, swiping at the moisture pooling between your folds.

“Always wet. Forever ready for me. Shit. Give me those lips, ma.”

Both of you tried to take control of the kiss until his fingers pulled away. You huffed, “Not this shit again-Oh! Shit,” you moaned. Not only had he placed his hand back where it was, but you felt a lovely buzzing sensation against your clit. “Yes,” you whispered.

“Been waiting for the right time to break this out. You’ve been rambling on about that damn toy, so I bought you a rose, Mama. How’s that feel?” Unable to speak, you answered with a sweet sigh. Rio’s lips connected to your temple. “I’ll take that as a yes,” he laughed, increasing the speed.

Between his lips and the toy, you hadn’t noticed Rio tugging down his sweatpants. The kiss broke as you mewled. He bit his lip, watching you gasp at the feel of the rose pressed against your nub while his aching erection slid back and forth against your folds. The leaking tip dipped in and out of your spasming channel. The covers kicked down to the foot of the bed as Rio’s hungry gaze drank in the writhing of your bodies. His breathing quickened, listening to your faint moans.

“I think we’re both a bit calmer now. Don’t you agree, Mama,” he questioned, sucking in a breath at the wetness pulling around his tip.

If you had heard him, Rio didn’t wait for a response. He reclaimed your mouth, sinking his thick, veiny rod inside you.

“Got Damn,” you both moaned in unison.

“That’s a good girl. Take it all, Mama. So fucking tight. Grip that shit.”

Burying your head in your pillow, you trembled, moaning repetitively. Rio’s hands sunk into the plushness of your waist. His finger sunk deeper, pressing your behind into his lap. Pumping you slowly, you felt his hips do that circular motion. 

“Faster, Daddy. Please go faster.”

“Whatever you say, love,” he answered, pulling your hair and snapping his hips harder. “The settings go higher, baby.” Shifting the rose to its highest voltage, he growled at the screams that bounced around the room.

“T-too much. Fuck!”

“No, ma. You got this. Take that shit. Don’t you want me to make that pussy feel good, yeah? Yes, baby. Oh, shit. Take it, baby. Just let me pound that pretty little flower.”

Every thrust sent you higher. Your fingers dug into Rio’s hand as you thrashed about the bed.

“You keep fucking me like this. I’m not going to last much longer,” you whined.

“You got that. Go on and wet that shit up, mama. Fall apart. Come for, Daddy. I’ll put you back together and break you apart again. Don’t bury your face in the pillow. Let me hear you come loud and clear. Come for me right fucking now,” he demanded, giving your ass a hard smack.”

“Fu-Chris! Baby,” you screamed, body tensing, shaking violently. Kisses danced along your temple. Whimpers continued to fall from your lips, the aftershocks sending waves throughout your body. Rio attempted to center and bring you back down from the high.

“You’re good, mama. I got you. Good job,” he praised. 

You couldn’t imagine a better way to end a long day. At least that's what you thought until Rio decided to take it one step further.

“I’m not finished with you yet, baby girl,” he whispered.

Rio slid out of you, laying on his back, while he waited for you to turn toward him. Your face hovered over his. Staring lovingly into his eyes, you spoke softly.

“Tell me what you need, Papa,” you questioned, stroking his jaw.

He reached for your leg, bringing it over his to straddle him. Hands traveled the length of your body, stopping to cup your breast. Through body language alone, the communication was clear. Giving him a gentle nod, lip tucking between your teeth. Rio felt your digits wrap around his length, rising just enough. You slowly slipped his throbbing length into the slick cavern. The two of you moaned in unison.

Rio sat up, wrapping his arms around your waist. You rode him slow and steady. Biting your lip, he encouraged you, “Mm, that's it, mama. You feel so good.” He wrapped his lips around your nipple, tongue circling it hungrily. Giving it a playful bite pulled a meal from your lungs. Releasing the taut bud, Rio whimpered, “Keep squeezing me. Just like that. Fuck.”

He tugged one of your hands from his shoulder, placing the digits around the column of his throat. He smirked as your eyes widened.

“I can’t choke you, so why don’t we switch shit up? You be me for a change, mama. Be rough with Daddy, yeah?”

A tremble coursed through you at the thought of it.

“It’s your body, mama. You’re in control. Ride me as hard as you can stand it.” He pecked your lips, cooing, “Are you going to ride your daddy nice and hard, hm? This is your dick. Take it, mama,” he insisted, giving your bottom another slap.

Pushing at his chest, you laid him back against the mattress. Your hand tightened around his throat as your hips circled, taking him as deep as possible. Your head fell back as your speed increased.

“Oh,” you cried. “Daddy!”

“Look at me,” he gasped.

Your face floated above his, and you started to bounce erratically. Rio’s face twisted up as he grunted your name. The hold on his throat tightened, causing him to bite his lip harder. You felt his hands spank and grip your cheeks. The two of you entered a lip lock as the headboard banged against the wall. Coming up for air, you felt him twitch inside you.

“Fuck, Mama. I’m about to nut. Is that what you want, baby? Do you want to be filled up? Yeah, I know you do, darlin’. F-fuck! Come with me, mama! Right now!”

You both plummeted over the edge, calling out each other’s name. Trying to keep balance, your hands rested against Rio’s chest. He sat up, pulling you into an embrace. Leaving kisses all over your face, you giggled breathlessly. His arm reached around your waist, guiding you to lie down comfortably.

“Let’s get you cleaned up. Stay right here. I got you, mama.”

Rio disappeared into the bathroom, returning moments later with a warm towel. With the aftercare complete, he quickly got himself together. Making his way to the kitchen, Rio returned with a glass of ice water for you.

“Drink up. You need to replenish, ma.”

“Thank you, Papa. What about you, though?”

“Drank it downstairs, " he responded, cuddling up to you.

“So we’re switching roles now? Is that what we are doing,” you teased.

Rio’s laugh bellowed throughout the room. “Listen, ma. You’re little thirsty ass needed that rough shit. I figured since I’m not doing that right now. You can get your fix if I relinquish a little bit of that power. Temporarily, of course.” He gave your shoulder a playful bite. “You should know I’m keeping tabs for the remainder of this pregnancy.”

“Tabs? What tabs?”

“I’m keeping a mental log of every time you act up. The moment the doctor clears you. That thick ass will be stinging, and you won’t be able to walk straight for a few weeks. Maybe a month,” he shrugged, nonchalance written on his handsome face. His eyes reduced to slits, “Breath play’s about to be a beast for you, mama. Hate it for you.”

“No, you don’t, liar.”

“You said it. Not me,” Rio shrugged.

He felt your fist collide with his arm.

“Aye, chill out now. You know what, let me put this shit in my notes. What is this? That makes at least eight offenses. For the day alone.”

“Whatever. Goodnight, crybaby.”

“Says the woman that’s been crying all night.”

“Don’t piss me off again, Rio. Go to sleep. Keep in mind that you won’t be leaving for work on time. I can tell that I’ll be just as needy in the morning. Have my dick ready.”

“Just admit that you only want me for my body,” he teased.

You kissed your teeth and mugged his forehead.

“Aye! Chill. Where my kisses at?”

Rio pulled your leg over his waist, cradling your bump, and kissed you goodnight.

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[obxthornton]

Kitty Kat - Wolverine/Reader

Summary: Wade's friend comes into town

Warnings: Sexual humor, Sexual references 

A/N: smutty part 2?

WC: 897

Logan sat on the couch, arms crossed as he stared at the TV, watching whatever trash reality show Wade had put on. Wade however was in the kitchen, passing around and making small noises of excitement. Logan closed his eyes and sighed, realizing he would cave to what the man wanted. "What?" he responded to the man's actions. Wade giddied with glee at the chance to speak freely, "Wolvie I'm just so full of emotions, do I look okay? Be honest." He walked in front of the tv, and motioned down at his outfit, wearing khaki shorts and a beach button-up. "you look awful." Logan said honestly, Wade smiled and nodded, "Perfect she'll love it." Logan rolled his eyes at the man, "Who Wade? Please tell me you are not going on a date with a poor girl dressed as a tiki hut waiter," his voice insulting the man on his choice of clothes. Wade shook his head, "My precious Kitty Kat, she's just staying the weekend, so there's no need to feel threatened by my best friend coming. And if you want to fuck her, I'm sure I can move bits of my long sexual fantasy I have planned so you can enjoy her company as well," Wade sighed alittle, putting his hands on his hips and smiling. Logan rolled his eyes yet again, at the man's antics, alittle confused by the situation at hand, "I don't like cats." Wade gave him a thumbs up, "Perfect."

A proper knock came out the door, causing Wade to gasp, "She's here. Be on your worst behavior she will love that, god she's going to eat you alive." Wade let out another sigh as if he were daydreaming yet another knock snapped him out of it. He quickly walked towards the door before he threw it open. "Hello, my kitten whiskers!!" His voice said with glee. A small snicker came from the door that Logan could hear, "Hi Wade, miss me?" She said. Her voice was laced with something that Logan couldn't figure out but it made him shift on the couch. "Silly question you know I did y/n." Footsteps carried her farther into the room, she looked around the place, "You look nice." This time logan could pinpoint what was laced in her voice, a patronizing undertone. Wade let out a jittering, sexual breath, "thank you." The footsteps stopped and she turned around to look at Wade, her head cocked lightly, "Did you get a dog?" Wade smiled largely, "That's just logan. Not a dog but defiantly close enough." He said dismissing the girl. Y/N turned around and sniffed once more, her eyes following the smell to the couch. "oh you shouldn't have Wade." She stated pursing her lips at the man, "he didn't." Logan huffed, interjecting into the conversation about himself, pushing himself off the couch. "a big dog," She corrected herself. He turned and looked at the girl, crossing his arms. She stood there in an all-black outfit, her bag held tightly in Wade's arms. She was smiling, smirking even, her eyes piercing into Logan's soul. He regretted standing up. She slowly walked up to the man, scanning over every ounce of his body. "The Wolverine," She stated the fact. "I must have been an awfully good girl to be under the same roof as you," Y/N said raising an eyebrow at the man. Logan stared down at the girl, "I must have been awful." She flashed her pearly teeth at him, "we can only hope." He rolled her eyes at the women, looking over at Wade who had a giddy look on his face. 

Logan was snapped out of his thoughts when he felt a finger rub over his bicep. He looked down unamused, to see y/n running her fingertip up his arm. She eyed the area where she was covering thoughtfully as if she was searching for something. Her finger carried up to Logan's neck, and he was over the little game she was playing. He went to move her hand away but she had rested her hand behind his ear and scratched once with her finger. Logan's claws protracted causing her to smile, she went to move her hand down but Logan grabbed her wrist, his claws still out. His face was angry and his grip was tight, "how the hell did you do that." She grinned up at the man before protracting her own claws. They were thinner and shorter than logans, coming out from under her painted fingernails, resembling long cat claws. "we all have a place that just does it for us," She stated. "I won't tell you where hers is." Wade chimed in, a big smile covering his face, "But I will tell you it rhymes with slit. Or I guess that could be the same thing." Y/N rolled her eyes lightly at her friend before looking back up at Logan, who had dropped her wrist. They both retracted their claws, Y/N smiled, "Oh we're going to have fun. I've always wanted a dog." Logan scoffed, crossing his arms, "I'm not going to be your dog." She turned around and walked towards the spare bedroom, Logan's room, Wade following with her bag. A sigh caught in Logan's voice, "That's, my room." He could practically hear her grin, "Whatever you say, baby." She called out before slamming the door behind her. 

[megumismyhusband]

kitty kat

Chifuyu Matsuno x fem reader

Chifuyu wandered the streets aimlessly, his earbuds in as a familiar playlist played. He liked these afternoons—the ones where he had nowhere to be, no one to answer to. School had been boring, and his next shift at the pet shop wasn’t for another hour. He figured a walk through the park would kill time.

As he passed a lamppost, a bright yellow flyer caught his eye.

Missing: Frosty. White kitten. Small, fluffy, and very friendly. Last seen near the park.

Chifuyu squinted at the grainy picture of a wide-eyed kitten. “Frosty, huh?” he muttered, plucking out one earbud. His gaze drifted toward the park in the distance.

“Guess I could take a look,” he said to himself, stuffing his hands into his pockets as he headed off.

The park was quiet except for the occasional sound of kids laughing in the distance. He scanned the grass and bushes, half-expecting the kitten to pop out at any moment. Instead, what he heard made him stop dead in his tracks.

A loud hiss. A frantic meow. And then a high pitched scream

Chifuyu blinked. That definitely wasn’t the kitten.

Breaking into a jog, he followed the sounds until he spotted the commotion: a girl was halfway up a tree, clinging to a thick branch. Her wide eyes darted between a white kitten sitting just out of reach above her and the ground below.The kitten hissed again, and the girl let out another yelp, visibly flinching.

“Hey!” Chifuyu called, jogging closer. “What’s going on?”

The girl’s head snapped toward him. “Help! Please!”

Chifuyu stopped at the base of the tree, tilting his head as he took in the scene. “Uh... what are you doing up there?”

“I’m stuck!” she shouted.

“And the cat?”

“It’s stuck too!” she said, then quickly added, “But I was here first!”

Chifuyu pressed a hand over his mouth to stifle a chuckle. “Alright, hang tight.”

He dropped his bag and climbed up with practiced ease. Years of fighting had made him good at this. Within moments, he was level with the kitten, who was glaring at him like he’d committed a crime.

“Come here, Frosty,” Chifuyu muttered, scooping the kitten up in one hand. It let out a hiss, but didn’t struggle.

He climbed back down, pausing to glance at the girl, who was still clinging to the branch. “You good to get down, or...?”

“Not really,” she admitted, her voice small.

Chifuyu sighed. “Alright, just let go I've got ya.” He tucked the kitten safely into his jacket pocket before extending his arms outward to catch her.

She hesitated but eventually lets go of the branch and falls into his arms, he gently places her back on her feet.

She let out a shaky breath, brushing leaves out of her hair. “Thanks,” she mumbled, clearly embarrassed.

“No problem.” Chifuyu pulled the kitten out of his pocket, holding it up. “And Frosty safe too.”

The girl wrinkled her nose. “Little trouble maker.” She grumbles rolling her eyes.

Chifuyu raised an eyebrow. “What? you don’t like cats?”

“Scared of them,” she confessed, crossing her arms.

Chifuyu stared at her, dumbfounded. “You’re scared of cats, but you climbed a tree for one?”

Her face turned bright red. “I wasn’t climbing for the cat! I was just—uh—trying to climb the tree for fun, but I got stuck. Then I saw the kitten, and I thought I’d be a hero or something.”

Chifuyu snorted, trying to hold back his laughter. “Very brave of you."

“Oh shut it!” she huffed, swatting his arm.

“I’m serious, I swear,” he said, raising his hands defensively. “Let’s just get this guy back to his owner.”

The two of them walked to the address listed on the flyer, the kitten nestled comfortably in Chifuyu’s arms. Frosty's owner, an elderly woman, was overjoyed to have her pet back and showered them both with gratitude.

As they walked away, Chifuyu glanced at the girl beside him.

“So,” he started, a teasing smile on his lips, “you’re scared of cats. What’s that about?”

She groaned. “I don’t know, okay? They’re just... creepy. They’re cute to look at from afar but I get scared when I'm near one."

Chifuyu laughed. “You’re something else, you know that?”

She rolled her eyes but smiled despite herself. “Yeah, yeah. What about you? You’re weirdly good at this whole saving-kittens thing.”

He shrugged. “I work at a pet shop. It’s kind of my thing.”

“Really?” she asked, her curiosity piqued.

“Yeah,” he said, stuffing his hands in his pockets.

“Do you have dogs there?” she asked, perking up slightly.

Chifuyu blinked. “Yeah, a few. You like dogs?”

“Love them,��� she said, a cheeky grin spreading across her face.

“Good to know,” Chifuyu said, smirking. “You should stop by sometime. I’ll introduce you to the dogs. I promise no cats will bother you.”

“Deal,” she said with a laugh.

As they reached the park entrance, she turned to him, her expression softer. “Thanks for helping me today, Chifuyu.”

His eyes widened slightly. “How’d you know my name?”

She pointed to his jacket, where his name tag still clung from his earlier shift. “You’re not exactly subtle.”

“Oh. Right,” he said, scratching the back of his neck.

“I’m Y/N, by the way,” she added, as she snuck a lollipop in his pocket.

A small smile tugged at his lips. “Nice to meet you, Y/N.”

“Likewise,” she said, waving as she turned to leave.

Chifuyu watched her go, a strange flutter in his chest as he replayed her grin in his mind. He tucked his hands into his jacket pockets, feeling the lollipop left behind by her.

“Man,” he muttered with a small smile, looking down at the candy in his hand. A fluttering feeling in his stomach. “I’ve got to find her those dogs.”

[lianaloverr]

𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐟𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫

paring: Sam Golbach x fem!reader

Summary: You and Sam have been together for 7 months, but you slowly come to realization that your just shadow of someone else..

Warnings: very sad😢, no happy ending

word count: 1k

hii guys!! Wait, don’t hate me, ik I said I would rewrite something but…. be happy! I’m write the pt 2 to 4 page letter, and pt 3 to i hate you, right?

“Did I cross the line?”

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You have been with Sam for 7 months and it's been the best time of your life. You got together in August of last year. He always took you on dates, cuddled, and he's always telling you how much he loves you. Seriously, everyday, every minute, every second. As if he's trying to say something beyond that. But it never really bothered you, all you needed was love and affection from him.

Flashback

You were about to go out with Kat to a party hosted by your good friend Jess, it was her birthday and she said you could bring a plus one.

“Kitty Kat, are you ready?” you shout from down the hall. “Almost, let me touch up my make-up really quick.”

“Hey, y/n. Have you got a text from Sam lately? It seems like he's been getting distant..” Kat says as she walks into your room. “I haven't, maybe it's just work, you know doing all that traveling.” you respond, trying not to let her mind go to conclusions. “You always read my mind y/n.”

She was your girl, you showed her the world

People often mistaken you and Kat as twins, you dressed, looked, and acted eerily similar. “Yea Kat, that's why I'm your twin.” You chuckle. She cracks a smile and looks at you, trying to convince you that she believes you.

She was crying on my shoulder, all I could do was hold her

Kat was currently in your arms sobbing outside of the birthday girl’s house. She had just caught Sam, with Jess. Not dancing as a birthday celebration, grinding and kissing each other. “They weren't drunk y/n! I know how Sam looks when he's drunk!” she choked out with her tears.

“Kitty Kat…” Your heart ached for her. “Are your sure it was him?” you ask. “Yes, it was him! With his blond hair and blue eyes you wouldn't miss it.” She says with no signs of her stopping anytime soon. “8 years y/n…. 8 years down the drain..”

Only made us closer, until July

You and Kat were no longer friends, after you got with Sam. He ended up pursuing you to go on a date with him, which turned into a couple dates, then all the sudden you were dating.

“Sam?” you appear around the corner of his room. “Yes kitty?” he says, looking away from his computer to get a view of your face. “I have a question. Don't you ever feel bad?” you answer without giving him a chance to say anything. He looked dumbfounded as he said “What about?” “You know, for dating me?” You say, barely below a whisper. “Why would I feel like that?” he talks as he inches closer to you. “Kat was my best friend Sam.”

“Y/n, I love you. Kat is the past, for me and you. I would be better if you just moved on and forgot about it, stay focused on me and your life.” Sam says looking in your eyes with a certain look, but not a look of empathy. “I know that you love me, you don't need to remind me.”

I should put it all behind me, shouldn't I?

“Hi Colby! Have you seen Sam? He hasn't been answering my calls.” you ask. “He just left, and y/n, i've been meaning to talk to you.” he says with a look of concern. You sit down with a confused look on your face, signaling him to continue. ‘Look, there's no easy way to say this but.. Sam isn't over Kat. After she caught him and broke up with him, he's been depressed ever since. I don't think he will ever get over that anytime soon at the rate this is going. What I'm trying to say is, I think you're just a distraction. I'm so sorry y/n.”

Well good things don't last, and time moves so fast

It all made sense now. How he always told you he loved you. You always knew you recognized the places he took for dates, it was always the places that he took Kat to. The way you looked, talked, and acted like Kat. No wonder why he would go after you, Even the way he called you kitty. You couldn't believe what you did.

I’d never ask who is better. Cause she couldn’t be, more different than me

“Sam! Are you kidding me?” You screamed at him. Your once soft and loving eyes were now replaced with fiery and dead ones. “I don't know what you're talking about y/n! Colby lied to you, I can't believe you trust him over me!” Here we go again, with the gaslighting.

“Sam! Why didn't you tell me?” you say, breaking down and sliding your back against the door. Now you know how she felt, left in despair as she finally learned the truth. “Fine y/n, do you really wanna know? Yes, I still miss Kat! I miss her so much! You're just her shadow, someone I needed to distract me. You will never be like her!” he concluded. “you know what..” you mumble as you leave the room, slamming the door.

You say no one knows you so well, but every time you touch me, I just wonder how she felt

Now I wonder. Did he see her, in the back of his mind. In my eyes?

You slowly come to realize, you lost 2 important people in your life. Due to your selfish ways, you lost your best friend and a good friend because you let him gaslight you into distancing yourself away from her. He wanted her to be jealous that you was with him, that's all he wanted. He never loved you, he loved the way you were like the person he wanted the most out of everything.

I know you didn't mean to hurt me, so I kept it to myself

*: ･ﾟ

[kazutora-kurokawa]

Exhausted Office worker!shion x horny needy fem user

Exhausted!Office Worker!Shion x Horny!Needy!Reader

♡ NSFW, fem reader, soft!Shion, fluff->smut, dry humping, fingering?? but no penetration, basically just clit rubbing ♡

note: thanks for the request kitty Kat 🩷

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Shion had worked a late shift tonight and came home quite late, flopping down onto the couch as soon as he got through the door. He leaned against the couch, trying to ease his tired mind in the peace and quiet of your home. He was brought back to reality though, when he felt the weight of your body on his lap, his hands instinctively landing on your hips.

"Hey pretty girl, how was your day?"

"It was fine...I missed you."

You bury your face in his chest, basking in the smell of his cologne.

"Yeah? I missed you too."

He plants a soft kiss on the top of your head, holding you as close as possible. He was in his own little world, fully content with just holding you. That was until he felt it, your hips subtly rocking back and forth. He was exhausted and honestly didn't feel like doing anything other than sleeping, but feeling you pressed against him and seeing how needy you were for him, it flipped a switch in his brain and before he even realized it, he was grinding back.

"You must've really missed me doll."

He lets out a soft chuckle at the sounds of your whining, his rough hands squeezing the soft flesh of your thighs before one of his hands slips under the fabric of your underwear to rub against your pussy. The noises you let out only served as encouragement and he was far from tired now, his thumb working overtime on your throbbing clit.

"Shi...please~"

"Shh it's okay, I got you darlin'"

He picked up his pace, his fingers slipping between your soaked folds as he thumbed at your clit harder, a sharp smirk forming on his face as he felt you cumming on his fingers.

"That's it angel, let go f'me."

You gripped his shoulders, whimpering into his chest as you grinded against his hand, riding out your orgasm. He removes his hand from your panties, licking your juices off his fingers and swiping his tongue over his lips.

"You taste so good princess...think I'll need to drink straight from the source now ♡"

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[treedaddymcpuffpuff]

"Save a horse, ride a cowboy" - Tex "Oatmeal" Johnson asking for his.. "breakfast" and some exercise to wake them both up 😌

Spooky, here’s your breakfast. Tex Johnson x Fem Reader. Gif by @cristinaricci. TW: somnophilia, dub-con, Tex, spanking, anal play, really nsfw

You should really know better by now; sleeping in Tex’s big flannel and that little thong (or, as he likes to muse, a scrap of cotton on elastic) he loves… just to get him riled up? Tsk.

That’s how you end up with him kissing and nibbling your cheeks while he knuckles over your pussy.

You’re all weak and jello, unable to protest properly when he slaps the band of stinging elastic against you, pulls it aside and flicks your little asshole with his tongue.

“Nah, nuh-uh,” you growl, hands going back to stop him, but not before he catches your wrists and holds them flat against your back with one unfairly big grip—your own personal pair of handcuffs.

“You don’t like that?” He asks, grinning a kiss into your plump left cheek, only letting his teeth graze just a little bit. 

You giggle, and it’s stupid that you honestly think you can get out of this by saying, “go away.”

“Oh yeah?” He muses, nuzzling his beard into your pussy lips, sucking and slobbering. The underwear does little to deter his sneaking, slippery, silver tongue.

You try a different bargain. “Tex, I can’t -“ 

He gives your butt a wicked little slap. “You’re gonna.” 

You groan and bury your face into the pillow while he eats the cum out of you. 

“Fuckin sleeping in these cute little panties to get me hard first thing in the damn morning. You just wanted to tease me, huh, little girl?” 

The generous bastard gifts you two thick fingers curled perfectly.

“Answer me or I’m gonna edge ya til you cry.”

“No no no please. Okay okay yeah. Nah ah ahn oh fu-uh-uck.”

You clench on three fingers without warning, soaking right through those aforementioned cute panties. Fuck, you really liked those.

“Already?” He asks, shaking his head. “Talk about jumpin the gun.”

“Shut uppp Texx—“

“Tell me what I wanna hear.”

“Mmm.”

“Oh, you better fuckin do it.”

“M’ your pretty girl.”

“What honey?” He purposefully ups the force of his fingers to get you louder: “m-mmmmah yuh-ur pretty girlll.”

This is what you get for insulting yourself in front of him that one goddamn time. He had grabbed your cheeks, smushing them between his fingers. “What was that?”

“What?” You challenged, defiance ruined by the comical distortion of your voice.

“Naw, you know exactly watcha said, and if you ever talk like that about my pretty little honey again, you ain’t gonna like me very much.”

You rolled your eyes and batted him away, but he threaded his fingers through your belt loops before you could run. “You hearing me? Only person that gets to be mean to you is me and my cock. Are we clear, pumpkin?” He tugged you chest to chest, usual playful smile turned down into something stern and menacing.

“Crystal.”

And, ever since that moment, he has been making you say it—that you’re his pretty girl. Even in public, around people you know, if he asks, you supply with a bright blush and eyes downcast and pussy clenching.

As he’s stated before, he really likes making you gush around his fingers and then licking it up with his tongue—overstimulate your “poor little kitty kat”. Loves it when you’re swollen and spent, cum dribbling from both holes when he and John decide to make a sandwich out of you. Sure, he can threaten all he wants with edging games, but you know that, if you play cards with this wicked devil just right, he’s going to make you cum many times over, until it fucking hurts—leaves you screaming and crying and kicking your feet, actually missing Wick’s week long edging sessions…as awful as they are.

You’re already sore when he makes you sit on his cock.

“I’m tired,” you whine, draped over his torso so his fat tip isn’t bruising your cervix quite so much.

“Baby,” he murmurs, kissing your hair. “You’re always tired. Nappin like an house cat every time I see you.”

“I’m sleepy,” you protest, huffing into his chest. And it’s probably because we fuck like rabbits every six or seven minutes, you think to yourself.

“Aw, poor sleepin beauty.” He gives your ass a sharp smack. “You better start workin on this cock before I do it for you.”

[infernothechaosgod]

One thing imma be real one thing i don't like about some mouseverse comics is that some characters just straight up look so human, and honestly I think that theres some good missed potential with some of them like the phantom blot la creatura

Before I got into the comics for good I thought the phantom blot was suppoust to be a human and that was one of the reasons why he freaked mickey out so much bc he's just straight up activating his uncanny valley/ is somewhere where he's just straight up not suppoust to be so he doesnt look like anything mickey's seen yet but apparently he's suppoust to be a dog

I think blots design is very good without his mask he looks like one of these rich people way over their head (its bc of the mustache, brows and half closed eyes half of the time im telling you he looks like he has 500$ of spare change in his pocket at all times )

(He'd rob me out of my money on etsy)

But blots design really doesnt look like a dog and I honestly think for him thats a strenght for a couple of reasons I dont wanna fully write out here bc id be getting into character design study for like 4 pager out here but the main point is Blot is the villian and a well masked one on top of that his design being highly diffrent from others is a good thing bc he's already not like others he stands out and he's evil and he's suppoust to be creepy so I think not really looking like a dog despite teachnicly being one has its purpose and even metaphor to it if you wanna go that route (maybe bc he views himself so above everyone and so humanized compared to them that he ends up sticking out, because he is so above them he's no longer one of them and its visible in his design)

But the points above start to fall flat and explode like a comicly large firework when you consider eeeeeh

All these are background/one off characters so I understand why the designs arent exactly thought out on the same level as main characters that would honestly be ridiculous but some of them just don't look like any animals and some straight up look like humans with slightly altered face structure

And that unfortunately also goes for my best girl samantha

ily but you do not look like a dog girl T T

When I was first reading that comic i thought she got the "kitty kat" treatment but turns out its just a thing for one off/side characters

Also there are some alternative designs for already existing characters that look more human in animation that arent used for some reason probably bc the animation and comic departaments being quite diffrent and also having a giant brick ball between eachother or disney just refusing to re-brand or re-design things that are already somehow well known

Comic o'hara design ^^^

Animated o'hara design ^^^

There very slightly diffrent but I can easily tell animated o'hara is a dog while the comic ver had me a bit confused (especialy since I didnt see the ears at first)

Also o'charas first apperance IN COMIC FORM looks alot more charming to me for some reason, the same goes for other police officers

he's so fat here I love it

They look alot cuter that way imo I like their snouts alot more in that form Plus they do the side eye every dog ever gives you at some point you know exactly what im talking about 🫵🫵🫵🫵

I dont know it could just be me being picky but I feel like there would be some ways of making the side characters look more animal but still easy to draw and design, maybe something like character base's for diffrent animal species that can get altered for diffrent one off/side characters...or giving the comic artist more time to do their job crazy idea i know

Idk like i said it could just be me being picky but I just don't like that and think there are some ways to change that

This is just my opinion and rambling though so lemme know what you think maybe im missing something or you preffer them that way Id love to hear others opinion since I know there are ppl out there who put alot more thinking abt the mouseverse than i did and probably ever will

ye

[soulnottainted]

Because I'm very impatient with myself, this drabble is still in progress, but I wanted to share what I had written so far, hoping once I post the WIP of this, that it will give me the energy to finish it.

Safe House (WIP)

Boris Shuster x Self Insert (Kelsey Thompson)

Boris tends to the dame he rescued from the Kitty Kat Club. Her life won't be the same.

A soft, groggy stir came from the back of the apartment; the slight creak of the twin box spring mattress became a dead giveaway that his guest had woken up. Honestly he was surprised she woke up at all, considering what those devil broads at the Kitty Kat gave her. After he had taken out the trash in the club, Boris knew he couldn’t just leave her there and passed out, having to fend for herself when she awoke. The thought about the multiple patrons that went missing from that very establishment made the PI settle on the fact that if he hadn’t been there at the right time, this sweet dame would have been gone like the rest of them. So, he brought her back here, to his headquarters, his office, his home, the only place he could afford. It was hilariously small, but it suited him just fine. Although with his slowly awaking guest it felt a tinge bit cramped. Nothing Boris couldn’t handle though. Hearing her, that was his cue to get up from his desk, pausing the telegraph he was producing from his typewriter, not surprised in the slightest that the girl didn’t awake because of the loud clicks of the keys. The concoction that the unsuspecting gal sipped would’ve been deadly if she drank it all, but with the few sips that she did, she wouldn’t wake up for three to four hours, not waking up if a hulking steam train were to whip by her head.

The worn wooden floor creaked under Boris’ weight as he lifted himself off the chair, his calloused hands firmly pressing down near his knees, bending his elbows as he hoisted upwards. Normally Boris’ cases with the four totems he found so far, saw the victims already dead, but this one was a first: she survived.

It only took ten steps to take him from his desk to the back of the apartment, going from his office space to his residential, the bed not too far away from his lousy excuse for a kitchenette. If he turned on the stove too hot it would become a fire hazard just by placement to everything else alone. Unfortunately the payment he would get from cases, despite asking for payment in advance, wouldn’t leave much wiggle room for Boris to eat out much, no matter how Louie’s boss lowered the cost because the PI had been a regular. 

Supernatural cases were much less profitable than the simple infidelity or fraud, although Boris would argue that cases that dealt with these supernatural forces were the ones that should be double the pay. He couldn’t exactly bill anyone for these totem mysteries that he opened however, as that whole shtick had started personally, in 1948. The first totem, the vase belonging to the Baccanoid legion, arrived at the steps of the apartment, summoning a ghoul into his office space and having to shoot it down. The ghoul definitely didn’t mistake his residence for the laundry room, that was for sure, unlike some people. Things started to link together after realizing there was more than one totem, and the search, now in 1953, was still going on. The funds Boris got from case solving mostly were from the normal, mortal-centric cases, nothing else. But enough of that, he’d focus on the incoming bills later. Right now, he needed to attend to his guest.

The curvy, dark blonde woman stared at her trembling hands which had rested near her face. Without her spectacles her world was blurry as it was: finish that off with sleeping off a poison and that made her world felt like it was spinning. Her eyes darted around the room, which was not the brightest idea given her condition, making the room spin worse and made her forcefully shut her eyes.

“Easy now, doll,” a voice with the local New York accent coaxed gently, as if it was trying to push past the roughness that it typically had for more of a smooth approach, “You’re safe here. Try not to move too fast or else whatever is left in ya is sure to spew, and y’don’t want that.”

She recognized it slightly, as she heard it before she had entered the club: a woman inside beckoned, "Boris! Get in here! Dance with me!" before Boris himself murmured, although his words were meant to be directed at the voice cat-calling from the inner club, “This city is lousy with temptation, and you're the Devil.”

Boris? His name was Boris? Was that right?

The whole incident was hazy now, except for the moment that would remain forever ingrained in her mind, when the She-Devils surrounded her excitedly, licking their lips as the girl choked on the drink they casually gave her, ready for her to pass out so they could devour her.

“W..Where…”

“You’re in my office,” Boris spoke a bit clearer, hands slipped into the pockets of his pants as he stepped closer, “Th’ name’s Boris. Shuster. Private Eye. I happened to stumble into the Kitty Kat right as you took a drink. Whatever those gals from hell gave you, it definitely was no ordinary instance of bein’ sauced.”

A pause.

“You alright, doll?” She certainly didn’t look it.

“Just…Head’s spinning,” she murmured, which prompted Boris to quickly stride a few steps to reach for an empty glass and fill it with tap water. 

“Don’t move your head or your pretty little eyes too much, just focus on somethin’ and keep ‘em there. Here.”

His calloused hand reached to hand it to her; the young woman’s body jolted for a split second as her softer hand grazed his ever so slightly. Appreciative, she took the glass in her slightly trembling hand before taking a cautionary sip before taking a definite one. 

“Thank you,” she murmured softly, although there was fear behind it, it wasn’t of Boris, “What happened to those girls? And my friends?”

Boris had been an officer for the NYPD, then a detective, working himself up the ladder until he decided to retire and become a PI. He had seen tremendous violence, any and every crime imaginable. After years in the field, it was as easy as flipping a light switch that Boris could shut down his emotions in an instant, relying heavily on the left side of his brain when he needed to focus.That came in handy when it came to the toughest tasks that any normal person wouldn’t be able to handle, mainly setting aside the gruesome and inhumane horrors and trying to piece clues together, as well as the thing that Boris had to carefully tread: telling the innocent that their loved ones were gone. His mind had to shut off when he spoke of such things, as the person opposite him would start crying in disbelief, telling him that the victim shouldn’t be dead, that this was all a dream. Then he’d have to tread sacred ground, sounding sympathetic while also trying to keep removed from the emotion at the same time. It was such a fine line to cross, and if not done properly would seem that he was cold, but if he leaned too much into it he would be too involved: such was the life of an investigator. As much as he wanted to be straight with her, the information he wanted to give her was a door opening to another realm, but she had the right to know. She might not even believe him, but one thing was for certain…

“I’m sorry,” he replied, not letting his heart leave his chest, as much as he wanted it to, “Your friends were turned into those creatures. They might have been your friends before, but when they came into contact with that totem, that vase? They were changed. What humanity was in them was taken away, only the hunger of having a meal of human flesh remaining. They might have talked like your friends, acted like them, but that was to coax you into their trap.”

[maiyasuniverse]

Kitty Kat

Bucky x Fem!Plus Size! Reader

Warnings: Abusive Ex, Light Language

A blast from your past comes back.

You pulled the blanket closer to your body missing Bucky's warmth, the smell of his cologne was embedded in your small apartment. You smiled at the realization that you have been having someone who truly cared for you around. You could hear him humming the lyrics to Beyonces Kitty Kat, he had been enamored by the song since he heard you sing it in the car.

A firm knock on the door pulled you out of the trance of his terrible vocals. It also piqued his interest because just like the music was gone, the apartment was dead silent.

"Was that the door Doll?" His head peaked through the bathroom door, eyebrow quirked but his face was soft.

"I'm sure it's just the neighbor, I got it. Go back to your shower and Beyonce." You sent him a grin and got up to open the door. The bathroom door never snapped back closed and the music didn't start back but sure enough, he hopped back into the shower.

Looking through the peephole you let out a sigh and cracked the door, it was your ex.

"Please leave Alex, I told you we were done and we are. This." you motioned between the two of you. "Is done." Your tone was hushed not whispering but you surely didn't want to embarrass yourself in front of Buck like this.

"Y/N it was a mistake you know you want to be back you always take me back, your my favorite girl and I'm your only guy remember." You shook your head and pointed your gaze to the man you thought you loved.

"You cheated on me with my friend, you broke me, and not only did you damage the little bit of self-esteem I had, but you also broke the only friendship I had. You left me with nothing and now you come back expecting me to invite you in? Don't come back here. Ever."

You went to slam the door in his face, but he wedged his foot in just in time. There you were hyperventilating after you just put the show of a lifetime on, all for it to fail. You tried to be brave, you tried to be bucky.

"Woah now, what happened to my sweet girl? She would never try to shut me out. I like the brat, it kind of suits you, but brats always need to be put in their place." Your hand was still pushing on the door and you didn't realize that until he was pushing the door open further and the wetness of Bucky's chest was against you.

He pulled the door open fully, clad in a towel hanging dangerously low on his hips.

"Is there a problem?" You were standing between the two of them and you could feel your heart fall into your ass. You never talked to Buck about your previous relationships, in any aspect, you managed to master ignoring your trama.

"Yes, you're in my home with my fiance naked, I would say we have a fucking issue." He stepped toward the door and Bucky gave him a silent nod.

"Well, her telling you to leave killed any chance of this becoming a conversation, try to open this door and I promise to not be so pleasant."

Bucky slammed the door with his vibranium arm with so much force the wall shook.

"Buck, will you let me explain myself, please. I promise it's not what you think." He didn't look mad or upset or even phased.

"I don't think anything, Doll. There are certain situations we haven't told each other about yet, I don't blame you as I'm sure you wouldn't blame me. I just want you to know that when you're ready I'm here. Come Here." Bucky wrapped his arms around your soft body and his warmth ate away your anxiety.

"I am really sorry Bucky, I feel naked here. I've been wanting to tell you, all those times, I've clammed up on you not only in just little cute moments but at the wrong time. Sex. Conversations. You're so great you just let it go. I've never had that. There's a lot I've never experienced until I met you." You could feel the tears burning, and your chest tightening.

"If you're not ready you don't have to talk about it now Doll."

"No, I want you to know if you're going to even consider being with me. You have to know me right. I met Alex before w.e even graduated high school, I know you're probably expecting me to say he was sweet and nice from the beginning but he wasn't. I was the chubby, black girl in our class, and at some point, I feined for attention and he was more than willing to give it to me. He didn't give me the attention of a girlfriend until I turned 20." You sat on the couch and continued to tell him the story of your sad, sad love life.

"He had this pathetic saying 'You're my favorite girl, and I'm your only guy' I was so desperate for anyone to love me, even my parents stopped talking to me. He fucked every friend I thought I had, and I accepted it. He beat me and I thought I deserved it because I am weak."

"Don't talk down on yourself, you deserved love. You looked for it, and you fell for what you thought you deserved. You are not weak, you were never weak, you are resilient. You stood up for yourself you're wonderful. No man should ever be able to bring you that much fear. Not ever. You deserve the universe and I'll serve it to you on a platter if you let me.

Part Two coming soon!

[silent-raven13]

Mistletoe

Tis the holiday seasons, and the Spider Band just finished their last mission. They all decided to get a drink from the lounge, they were all together chatting about the upcoming holidays.

Miles got himself a hot cup of coco, "Mmm." Taking a careful sip, he could feel the heat from the coco.

"Oh hey, Miles!" Kaine came from the line with his cup of coffee. "Are we on for tonight?"

"Yeah! I'm totally gonna kick your ass." Miles chuckles.

"Hahaha, we'll see." Kaine laughs along. The two walk together to have their little chat. They haven't seen each other for a while from all their busy lives and missions.

Now, they were able to catch for a bit. "How are you and Kitty?" Miles asked.

"Oh, we're good! This Christmas she wants me to meet her family and-" He gulps, "I'm so fucking nervous! My anxiety isn't doing too well."

"Oh no, do you need some medicine? Maybe Spider Therapist can help?"

"Oh no, I'm good. I'm trying to be more confident, but... you know." He suggested his face, he still cover his face with his Spider-man mask. Kaine only lefts it up to reveal his mouth, anyone can see the deep marks on his left side.

"I get you. I got like that with my best friend's family. Don't worry, man. You got this!" Miles gave him a side hug.

Hobie spotted his Miles hugging Kaine from a far, the punker never move so fast for his Sunflower. When he reached the two, Kitty popped out of nowhere blocking his contact with Miles. "Hey, Miles! Hi, bae!" She turns over to grin at Hobie, "Hey, Hobie! What's up?"

"Umm.. hey Kit-Kat." Hobie said to her.

Kaine said, "Oh hey, man! What's up! I haven't seen you since last week."

"You two went on a mission together." Miles said happily, finally his boyfriend is making friends with Kaine.

"Yeah, it was so much fun." Kaine said, "it was this Tron world! Hobie kicked ass!"

"Eh, I won a bit here and there." Hobie grins widely seeing Miles' eyes gleaming at him, and only him.

"Awe, I wish I could see you in an all black suit with blue lights like in Tron. Ugh, you probably look so cool, baby!" Miles said to his man, "I bet you look awesome, too, Kaine!"

"It was so much fun." Kaine sips his hot chocolate. "Ohh, hot!"

"Careful, man. Here I got some napkins here." Miles pulls a napkin under his cup to hand to Kaine.

"Thanks!" The tall fit Spider-man gladly took it.

Kitty smiles widely hearing other Spider-heroes whispering or commenting, "OMG, the work hubbies are together again! So cute!"

Hobie glares at the other Spider-heroes and pouts, "Hahaha, jelly, Hobie?" Kitty asked.

"No! I have matured!" The twenty four year old huffed.

Miles giggles, "Really? I'm proud of you, bae!"

"Oh it's the work hubbies! Hey, Hubby 1 and Hubby 2!" One Spider-woman giggles with her friend as they pass Miles and Kaine. Those words felt like knives stabbing through Hobie's chest, it's making him very jealous.

"Hey, hubbies!" A Spider-man passed them which made Kitty giggles at the way Hobie glares at the man.

"Hey!" Miles responded without a problem.

"How's work life going?" The Spider-man asked.

Kaine nodded, "Fine, me and hubby been super busy!"

"Awe, so cute!" Another Spider-woman overhears them.

Kitty said, "They missed each other so much!"

"Oh yeah, right, Hubby?" Miles teased Kaine.

"Hahaha." The tall red suit Spider-man laughs.

Miles laughs along side with them taking the joke. To him it's always been a funny silly joke, but for Hobie, it made him so jealous. The punker hated the idea of another man being with Miles. He couldn't help, but hug his Sunflower while burying his face into his neck.

"Opp, looks like somebody is jealous." A Spider-woman giggles.

A Spider-man added, "Hahaha, who knew Spider Punk is the jealous type!"

"I think it's cute." Kaine chuckles.

Miles giggles, "Oh yeah, the super jealous type!" He rubs his boyfriend's arm, "Bae, it's fine. We're just joking."

"Hmph," he frowns being annoyed.

Kitty giggles, "You mad, now?"

"Sorry, he just hates when I point that out." Miles pouted at his boyfriend.

"Oh Spidey Hubbies! Are you two gonna do photos with Santa?" A Spider-woman came by being excited, "I heard you guys were supposed to sent out this year's Christmas Social Media post!"

"Oh that's right!" Kitty giggles, "You and Kaine have to do the photo!"

"Hahaha, so Lyla can have a lot of likes on her posts?" Kaine snickers at the Spider Society Social media account made by Lyla, where she makes most posts of her selfies, and anything involved with the community.

Lyla's avatar pops up in a Christmas outfit, "Yup! Come on, go to the Holiday Post! I need pics. The Spidey Hubbies need to give me 2k likes." She giggles.

"Right, we did agree." Kaine rub his neck about it, "Is it supposed to be a spicy photo?" He looks at a jealous Hobie.

Kitty said, "I don't mind. it's all for the gram!" She had ideas for her boyfriend and Miles to get Lyla so many likes, "I got a few ideas."

"Like what, honey?" Kaine asked with a very worry tone, almost afraid to ask.

"Hehehe, you'll see when we get to the Holiday posts." Kitty pulls on the two Spider-men, while Lyla giggles having her avatar popping up everywhere with selfies. Hobie grumbles having to follow them.

"Oi, I didn't agree to this." Hobie finally said.

Miles said, "Awe, but this is for Lyla, bae! Look, me and Kaine are just friends. It's not like everyone expect us to be-" A Spider-woman shouted from the fence outside of the Holiday photo shoot, "Whoo, Spider Hubbies! How about a pin up pose?" She giggles while her friends giggles along.

Kaine and Miles look at each other and snickers, "Who's gonna be be the girl in this?" Miles snorted.

Kaine chuckles, "You!"

Hobie stood being jealous as Miles let Kaine pick him up like a bride and did a pose as they wore Santa Clause hats and candy canes. Kitty giggles, "Awe, so cute." She grins at the punker, "You jelly?"

"Hmph." He crosses his arms.

Lyla taking photos with Miles and Kaine, the two were having fun. "My socials are gonna get so many likes, hehehe." The Ai happily took photos.

The other Spider-heroes walking by noticing the two, "Ohh, look at them. The Hubbies taking pictures. Awe."

A Spider-man chews a burrito walking by, "Oh, I always knew they would get together." Hobie heard this getting more upset.

"Yoo-hoo! What about some Spice!" Lupe came by holding a mistletoe above the two Spider-men dressed as Mrs. Clause.

Gabi gasps as she dressed up as an elf, "Ohhh you two have to kiss now?"

"Oh no, we're in relationships." Kaine said with worry.

Miles nodded as his big eyes stare at the mistletoe, "Why you have this?"

"For cute couple pictures!" Lupe hums, "MJ and Peter had one while May went to get a photo with Santa."

"Wait, who's Santa?"

"Guess!" Gabi giggles.

"Morales? Parker? Why are you two under the mistletoe?" Miguel appeared in his Santa Clause outfit, wearing a white beard and pillow stuffed inside him.

Lupe chuckles as she patted Santa's belly, "Hey, Santa. Aren't you supposed to take photos with the kiddos?" She looks at the long line, spotting Miles 2020 looking exhausted and tired eyes. His family dressed up all nice even his husband looks presentable while the triplets being antsy and struggling to move around. "The triplets aren't handling the wait."

"I'm on my ten minute break!" Miguel sighs, "Shouldn't you be handing out cookies?"

"We're waiting for the androids to bring the boxes to hand out." Lupe hums. "Now stop dat frown."

Gabi's eyes lit up, "Papá, you have to be Santa and jolly!" She stomps her foot down. "Right, Lupe."

"Right!" Lupe nodded.

Kitty went over to her boyfriend, "I don't mind if you kiss Miles. I know it's all for fun."

Kaine and Miles look at her shock. "Well, I do mind! No in bloody hell, my Sunflower is kissing another bloke!" Hobie finally hugs his boyfriend.

"What about a kiss on the cheek? Papá always gives Lupe a kiss on the cheek whenever she comes over!" Gabi said out loud to them.

"Huh?" They all look at the two.

Miguel hushes his daughter, "Gabriella!"

"It's only when I babysit her! Besides I give kisses on the cheek to all my fellow Latinos." Lupe points out.

Gabriella looks confused, "But I saw you and papá hugging and talking about next date nigh!"

Miguel clears his throat. Miles crosses his arms at Miguel, "And you said you don't date your co-workers?"

"This isn't about me or Lupe. Look at that my break is over." Miguel quickly avoided the question.

The Spider-woman shook her head, "Honestly, we were just joking around. Besides, I love babysitting Gabi, right girlie."

"Right." Gabriella giggles.

"Anyway, who's gonna kiss who! Lyla needs a Spicy picture!" Lupe said at Miles and Kaine.

Hobie scowls, "No! That's being disrespectful to me and our relationship! I was fine with hugs but this?"

"What about a small kiss on the cheek?" Kitty asked.

"No!"

"No? You were fine in the last mission where Kaine and Miles went undercover as a couple and Kaine kiss Miles' on the cheek." Kitty explained.

"That was for a mission. This is just bloody flirtin'!" He points out.

Miles said, "How about hugs?"

"Yeah, hug is better. I don't want to piss anyone off." Kaine explained.

"Awe, but a kiss would be so cute." Lupe teased getting a glare from Hobie.

"Luv, one more picture and we are going home."

Miles giggles, "Bae, you're so jealous. Mwah. I love you." He kisses his boyfriend on the lips before going to his friend for the last photo. Of course, they respected Hobie's wishes. Instead Kaine nuzzle Miles' neck like a cat for the photo.

Miles giggles, before seeing his boyfriend holding his guitar, "Bae, look we're done. It's all good."

"Fine." He pouts, then his boyfriend went close to him.

"Bae, look up."

"Hmph?" His dark eyes saw the mistletoe dangling above them.

"Kiss!" Miles cup his boyfriend's jaw to kiss him many time.

"Now this will be great for the Spider So-city app!" Lyla took a picture of Miles and Hobie kissing. The rest of the gang believed that too.

Hobie playfully pick his partner up and give him many kisses. He never wants to let go of his Sunflower.

[joslincox]

Osmosis Jones: Out of the Body Experience Soundtrack

Genres: Hip Hop • R&B • Pop Rap • trap

JT Money - Bad Bitty

GloRilla - Wanna Be (With Megan Thee Stallion)

Rita Ora - Big (With David Guetta, Imanbek, and Gunna)

6arelyhuman - Party Like The 80s (With asteria and kets4eki)

Madison Beer - Baby

Megan Thee Stallion - BOA

Sassy Secne - Faster n Harder (With 6arelyhuman and Tara Yummy)

Odetari - Break A Neck (With Ayesha Erotica and ODECORE)

Lay Banks - Tell Ur Girlfriend

MISS LUXURY - Tipsy

Flo Milli - Never Lose You (With SZA and Cardi B)

Nicki Minaj - Pink Friday Girls

Megan Thee Stallion - Red Wine

Lady Gaga - Poker Face

Nicki Minaj - Super Bass

Drake - Rich Baby Daddy (With Sexyy Red and SZA)

Ariana Grande - yes, and?

Renee Rapp - Not My Fault (With Megan Thee Stallion)

Jtbazz - Love on me

Ariana Grande - Step On Up

Dua Lipa - Dance The Night

Nicki Minaj - Good Form

Megan Thee Stallion - Kitty Kat

Justin Bieber - Maria

FIFTY FIFTY - Barbie Dreams (With Kaliii)

Ava Max - Choose Your Fighter

PinkPantheress - Angel

Khalid - Sliver Platter

The Kid LAROI - Forever & Again

Charli xcx - Speed Drive

Nicki Minaj - Barbie World (With Ice Spice & Aqua)

Ice Spice - Deli

Pop Smoke - Meet the Woo

Billie Eilish - What Was I Made For?

Kanii - Heart Racing (With Riovaz and Nimstarr)

Odetari - LOOK DON'T TOUCH (With cade clair)

Ice Spice - Princess Diana (With Nicki Minaj)

Kim Pertas - Alone (With Nicki Minaj)

Beyoncé - AMERICA HAS A PROBLEM (With Kendrick Lamar)

SZA - Awkward

Nicki Minaj - Itty Bitty Piggy

Heidi Montag - I'll Do It

Ariana Grande - break up with your girlfriend

Brandy - The Boy Is Mine (With Monica)

Chris Brown - Under The Influence

Nicki Minaj - Bussin' (With Lil Baby)

SAINt JHN - Just For Me (With SZA)

Cardi B - Bongos (With Megan Thee Stallion)

Doja Cat - You Right (With The Weeknd)

Doja Cat - Tia Tamera (With Rico Nasty)

Nicki Minaj - FTCU

Sabrina Carpenter - Espresso

Shy Smith - Soaked

GloRilla - Yeah Glo

Megan Thee Stallion - Thot Shit

Dua Lipa - Break Your Heart

Aliyah's Interlude - IT GIRL

Ice Spice - Pretty Girl (With Rema)

Tyla - Water

Nicki Minaj - Super Freaky Girl

BLACKPINK - Pink Vemon

FIFTY FIFTY - Cupid (Twin Version)

Big Boss Vette - Pretty Girls Walk

Rihanna - Love On The Brain

Aaliyah - Rock The Boat

Tinashe - Nasty

Ciara - Goodies

[novankenn]

Cherry Pie - Nine -

(Master Chapter List)

As Pyrrha and Cardin were having their very public fight. Yang was just leaving the bathroom after having a shower, and Jaune was hunched over a bowl of Pumpkin Pete's Marshmallow Crunch. Jaune grunted a greeting to Yang between spoonfuls, and the blond brawler entered the kitchenette and grabbed a mug of coffee.

Yang: (Taking a seat across from Jaune) Are you good?

Jaune: I'm fine.

Yang: Jaune don't bullshit me. This twice now that asshat has taken a shot at you.

Jaune: I think he was aiming for his ex.

Yang: You know what I mean. So, are you okay?

Jaune: I'm fine, Yang. You're worse than my sisters.

Yang: Hey, I have strict orders from them to watch your ass, or it's my ass... and my bountiful booty is only for Kitty-Kat, so suck it up.

Jaune: I should never have agreed for you to come, the last time I went home for a visit.

Yang: Why? Is it because I'm basically been adopted by your family, and that means you are still living with family?

Jaune: No, it's because four of them think me and you should have babies, and the other three are blaming me for the fact you won't ever be a true sister.

Before Yang could react or spout a comeback, Jaune flicked his spoon in her direction, splattering her recently showered face with milk.

Yang: (Noticing Jaune smiling) Oh, you son of a bitch!

Jaune: Oh, oh, oh! Mom's not going to like what you just insinuated about her.

Yang: You wouldn't?

Jaune: I will if you and Blake don't stop trying to set me up with people.

Yang: What are you talking about?

Jaune: Pyrrha. She seems like a great person, but...

Yang: (Laughing) That was not a setup! P-Money had a cheating ex and Blake was trying to cheer her up! You egotistical prick! Thinking that was about you and your wasteland of a love life!

Jaune: Okay, so I miss read the situation. It's not like you guys HAVEN'T tried doing that before.

Yang: And we apologized and swore we wouldn't do it again, after what's her name?

Jaune: Her name was Scarlet David, and she was a guy.

Yang: Well, you did have a fun date with Scarlet, so it didn't end that badly for you.

Jaune: He's a good guy. Last time we talked, he was dating someone new, and it sounded serious.

Yang: Good for him.

Jaune got up and put his dishes into the sink, before grabbing his own mug of coffee and returning to his seat. He took a sip from his mug and was enjoying the silence, until he saw the Cheshire grin on Yang's face.

Jaune: What are you planning?

Yang: Me? Moi? Plan something, pshaw, I would never...

Jaune: Yang we've been roommates for over a year, I know your tells just as well as you know mine. We work together every few nights, so please don't insult me like that.

Yang: Spoil sport.

Jaune: Thank you.

Yang: So... what did you think of P-Money?

Jaune: You said it wasn't...

Yang: It wasn't. I just was wondering what you thought of her.

[luv-assangiebatch]

Mendax Undercover - Chapter 4: Let Your Ego Flowcell

Kat yawned as she wandered over to the coffee and water station.  Her new friends she met at the gala a couple weeks ago joined her and Juniper for karaoke the night before and ended up having so much fun that they stayed out later than originally planned.  As she yawned again and breathed in the scent of freshly brewed coffee, she began to wonder if she could handle the caffeine just this once.  The individual servings of decaf just would not get it done for her this time, and the aroma of the higher quality crystals drew her in more so than usual.  Maybe she could use the extra boost to get her through the day.  She turned around and began to pull a cup out of the stack, when—

“Good morning, Kitty-Kat—we meet again…” she heard a familiar smooth Australian voice purr.

“Oh, hi Julian…!” she returned, taken by surprise and in effect, the cup she pulled from the stack flipped right out of her hands.  She tried to catch it with the other hand but it stubbornly bounced a couple times off of her palm like some sort of hot potato.  After several failed attempts to regain her poise and control of this cup, it finally made its way into Julian’s airspace.  He reached out and caught it easily, rim facing up.  He peeked out from behind it with a wide, charmed grin on his face and zircon eyes shining brightly.

“Looking for this…?” he quipped, trying his best to restrain his amusement.

Kat blushed considerably and tried to laugh it off. “Aha, yes…thank you…”  She retrieved the cup from his hand and turned back toward the counter. “The universe never fails to miss an opportunity to embarrass me…”

Julian took a few steps further into the alcove and stood behind Kat’s shoulder. He shrugged as he twisted his mouth a bit and tucked his errant strands behind his right ear. 

“Embarrass, hm..?”  He then watched as she reached for the carafe of fresh brew.  He bit his lip for a second and raised his eyebrows before continuing.  “No decaf today?”

Kat breathed out a slight laugh, still turned away from him as she poured her coffee and then reached for the cream and sugar.  She took this time to try and flush out her blushing. 

“Ah, yeah well…it just smelled so damn good I couldn’t resist it today.  I’m sure I’ll pay for it later…”

“Oh?”  Julian was intrigued.

“Yeah, the anxiety likes to hit me later in the evening… for some reason…” she continued, but then trailed off a bit once she turned around and met his gaze again.  Her body was buzzing and her heart was racing without even ingesting a taste of the coffee yet.  Julian blinked rapidly a few times as she looked up at him.  She was about to take a sip from her cup when she suddenly stopped herself.

“Oh!  I’m sorry…” she started.  “Would you like a cup?  I can pour it for you…?”

“Uhh… yeah, sure— thanks.”

Kat turned back around, again trying to calm her blushing.  She set her coffee down, then reached for another cup and pumped from the carafe.

Julian took a few steps backwards and leaned against the counter.  He crossed his arms as he stood somewhat at an angle. 

“Hey, nice contamination catch on that flowcell yesterday…I saw they had to re-extract…”

Kat’s heart fell into her stomach.  He saw that?  Of course he did…he’s on all the emails…but he knew it was me?  Now she was blushing but with gratitude rather than nervousness. 

“Oh…yeah, thank you…!”  She turned around to face him and was about to ask him if he wanted any cream or sugar in his coffee, when she saw his stance tense up a bit as he looked at his watch.

“Oh shit, what time is it…?”

“Oh, almost 10--?”

“Shit, I gotta run to a meeting—can you drop some cream and sugar in there and bring it to my office, please?”

“O-okay… sure…?”  Kat stammered as Julian quickly darted away.

She just guessed how much cream and sugar to put in his coffee.  She basically dressed it like she did her own.  She quite liked both in her coffee at times, but not enough to overpower the coffee taste.  It had to be a good blend.

Kat paused after she stirred Julian’s cup and then she looked at her own, realizing she hadn’t had a sip yet.  It had time to cool off, so she was able to take a couple large swigs off of it.  She really did enjoy coffee and would chug it in seconds if it weren’t for the heat.  She then grabbed the full cup she made up for Julian and headed toward his office.

For a moment, Juniper had looked up from their computer screen and saw their good friend headed toward the VP’s office with two cups of coffee in her hands.  They raised an eyebrow and cracked a small smile before focusing back on their work.

Kat lightly knocked on Julian’s door and as he was seated at his desk, he motioned for her to enter from behind his computer monitors.  She quietly walked in, letting the door close behind her before approaching his desk and softly setting the coffee down.  She shyly looked away and started to make her way back toward the door, careful to not disturb Julian in his meeting.

“Thank you, Kitty…” he said softly, then peered out from behind one of the computer monitors as she started to walk away.

“Hey, wait—” he called lightly.

Kat stopped and turned back toward him.

“Turns out my meeting was cancelled at the last minute…”

Kat smiled.  “Ohhh, gotta love it when that happens!”

Julian smirked and nodded his head up and down.  He then stood up and walked to the front of his desk and leaned against one corner in a half sitting- half standing position.

“H-how is your coffee…?” Kat asked.  She knew he hadn’t had a chance to sip it yet, but she was trying to break the awkward silence.

He exhaled for a moment as his lips fashioned an inquisitive pout and he looked toward his cup.  He stuck his fingertip in it and twirled it around a bit as if it were a swizzle stick.  Then he quickly licked the warm liquid off of his fingertip. 

“Mm!” he hummed sharply, then reached for the cup.

Kat tilted her head in wonderment for a second.  So strange…and yet at the same time, still so fucking magnetic…

“It’s good… perfect actually…you have good taste, Kitty-Kat.” 

Kat’s eyes fluttered as she was on the other side of yet another one of his wide, enigmatic grins.  Julian swooped his hair behind his ear again and readjusted his stance to face toward her.  He then motioned toward a chair in front of his desk.  “Please…would you like to sit?”

Kat blinked a few times, a bit surprised.  “Oh!  Okay, sure…”  She then walked toward the chair and sat down in front of him.  She still felt nervous, anxious, and her heart was still pounding in her chest, but for the first time in his presence she began to feel something else—a slight calmness. 

“Tell me about yourself-- How long have you been here at Santé?  What made you leave the United States for Switzerland…?”

Kat blushed lightly—Julian was taking an interest in her, but she had no idea why.  Honestly, neither did he—but he was interested.  No, she was not elusive and mysterious like he was, far from it—but what drew him into her was her transparency.  He was not used to encountering other people who were so honest that they couldn’t lie to save their life no matter how hard they tried.  This was like a breath of fresh air for him.

Kat answered his questions, gave him a brief summary of her career trajectory, her studies, and how she ended up in Basel.  She told him how she studied languages such as French and Russian before she finally settled in pathology and precision medicine.  She then began to tell him about the research she began in her graduate studies, and how she would like to continue it somehow.

“Did you not want to pursue a PhD?” Julian asked, sipping his coffee.

“I haven’t exactly ruled it out…but after I finished my master’s I ended up getting this job and moving here, and I dunno I’ve just been enjoying it.  I feel pretty content, like I’m where I should be…”

“What do you like about living here in Basel?”

Kat shrugged a little. “Oh, so many things.  I don’t even mind the winter as much here as I did over there…maybe because I don’t have to drive in it.  I love that you can be in a different country in a matter of minutes…plus Paris is only a three hour train ride away…”

“Ah yes, Paris…of course,”  Julian smiled.

“Oh—and I don’t know if you’re into this sort of thing—but there is this cool pub just a couple blocks from here that plays a lot of great music from the 80s and 90s…”

“Is that so?”

“Yeah!  Do you like to dance or anything like that?”  Kat could feel herself blushing a little bit but she was enjoying the conversation.  She felt oddly comfortable with him.  She wasn’t sure why he was engaging in this conversation with her though.  Perhaps he was just looking to take a break and chat with someone.  He was new in town, after all.

Julian smiled and nodded for a moment, then his mischievous zircon eyes peered out from his errant strands that always found their way back in front of his face no matter how often he swiped them back.

“I’ve found my way onto a dance floor or two before….usually after a number of, um, strong beverages…” Julian chuckled.

Kat giggled. “Ohhh!  Yeah, the drinks at this place are good too.  There are a lot of great places around here for that.”

They both laughed playfully, then Julian said softly, “Maybe you can show me sometime…”

Kat’s heart almost stopped right in her chest.  Was he asking her out?  It seemed he was leaving the door open to go in that direction at least.  She batted her eyelashes shyly, trying to hide yet another blush event.  “Yeah, sure!  Anytime…I know it can be a little strange and lonely moving to a new country at first… I mean, you came here from Australia, right..?”

Julian shifted his weight as he continued to lean against his desk.  “Yes, I grew up in Australia, but my work has taken me all over for several years now…”

“Oh, of course…”  Kat figured he meant his work as a scientist, which was only half of the story.  Julian was careful with his words—he didn’t want to reveal too much of his past but he also did not want to lie to her.

“What do you think of Basel so far?”

Julian shrugged.  “Yeah, it’s nice…quiet.  Keeps me out of trouble…” He flashed another charming grin.  “But back to your research…how would you like to continue it?”

“Well, I felt like I was maybe onto developing a predictive gene signature for urothelial carcinoma patients and immune checkpoint inhibition therapy.  Maybe something similar like what is out there for CRC patients and FOLFOX/FOLFIRI regimens…”

“Mm-hmm…so you’d like to create an algorithm to predict survival benefit…and test it against large datasets, I imagine?”

“Yes, exactly!  But I will be honest with you—my graduate studies only touched very briefly on data science, and it was a difficult class for me.  I don’t really understand how to tweak the parameters to improve accuracy and precision of the pipeline programs and things like that…”

“What programming language did you use in your studies?”

“Python.”

Julian nodded.  “That’s pretty common now, and one of the easier ones to use.  Lucky for you, I know it well.”  He flashed another grin that was mixed both with charm and arrogance.  He never missed an opportunity to gloat about his intellect and talent.

Kat smiled back lightly, still in awe that any of this conversation was happening.  Then it got even better.

“Look, they are bugging me to work on some research.  This sounds intriguing.  How would you like to work on this with me?”

Kat went completely numb.  She wondered if she just hallucinated.  Did Julian just ask her to work on a project with him?!  Was she dreaming?  Then she remembered to breathe before she passed out.

“Oh—really?  I mean—yes!  Yes, of course, absolutely!”  she finally responded enthusiastically, internally kicking herself for sounding so desperate.  This was exciting for her though—not only was she able to continue her research, but she was going to do it alongside this platinum fox of a man who rearranged the structure of her molecules any time she was near him.

Julian grinned widely and nodded.  “Excellent.  Set up a meeting sometime next week and we’ll get started.  My calendar is updated.”  He then pushed off of the desk to stand upright, and then he finished the last sips of his coffee.  Following his cue, Kat stood up as well.

“Okay, will do.  Thank you so much, Julian…I just—I really appreciate this.”

“Well, we can help each other out…” he walked back toward the chair at his desk and sat down.  “But for now I’ll let you get back to work.”

Kat bowed her head.  “Yes, of course…okay, thanks!”  She turned around and headed toward his office door, but stopped when Julian called to her one last time.

“Oh and Kitty-Kat..?”

She blushed any time he called her that.  “Yes?”

“Thanks for the coffee,” he said, then followed it up with a sort of “chef’s kiss” gesture and a playful yet magnetic grin.

Kat giggled a bit before returning, “You’re welcome, anytime…”  She then turned back around and made her way out of his office door.

Julian watched her from behind his monitors as she exited the office.  He touched his fingertips to his mouth for a moment as he continued to gaze in that direction, even after she was gone.  He was inexplicably drawn to her, but he had to be careful.  He couldn’t risk blowing his cover.  He couldn’t afford to get too close to anyone—the cost was too high if it didn’t work out.  He could lose everything and be put back in the line of danger again.  The last time he fully trusted someone and partnered with them to manage his high profile website, that person ended up betraying him by sabotaging the website which rendered it useless until Julian could rebuild it again.  For Julian this was the ultimate betrayal, and a mistake he swore to never make again.

Kat’s knees almost buckled under her after she left Julian’s office—but once she regained her composure she scurried back to her desk and had to tell Juniper immediately.  Juniper then accessed the inter-office messenger program, where the 5 friends had a private chat set up.

“Hey everyone—ready for lunch soon?  Let’s meet at Astrid’s desk and figure out where to go from there—Kat has a story for us!”  Juniper typed.

The three ladies responded immediately, excited to hear the tale to come.

[lianaloverr]

4 𝙋𝙖𝙜𝙚 𝙇𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙧

Sam Goldbach x fem!reader

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Summary: You've had a crush on Sam for 8 years, after another failed attempt to confess your feelings, you came up with a solution..

Warning: none

Word count: 1.2k

Hiiiiii!!!! It's been so long omgggggg, I hope y'all like this! This story was based of one of my favorite songs!

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“”I’m sending him a 4 page letter, and I enclosed it with a kiss.”

“Yo, turn my music up?”

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That's what I told my bestfriend Missy. “Alright.” she responded. “Hey, have you talked to Sam?” she added. “No? Why?” I ask kind of worried. All she did was smirk at me, I rolled my eyes. She loved to tease me about my crush. I’ve had a crush on Sam for 8 years, we’ve been friends for 13 years. When we were younger, we were inseparable. I never wanted to accept my feelings for him, but all the times I looked at him with pure love, and the amount of times I would get jealous at him introducing his new girlfriend’s. I just had to admit it eventually. But I never dared uddered a word about it to anyone, only my close friends. But somehow, some people caught on, but Sam was still oblivious.

I was scared honestly. Mama always told me to be careful who I love. And daddy always told me make sure he’s right. I took that to heart. But It felt different with him. Something I never felt before.

“You should text him.” Missy says, snapping me out my thoughts. “Yeah, yeah. Can you turn it up a little bit more?” I ask, “Text. Him. First.” damn, she's serious. “Okay, mom geez.”

Sammy 🩵

Me: hi sammyyyyyy

Sammy 🩵: hi bubba, is something wrong?

Me: no, I was just wondering if you wanted to hang out tonight? Yk, play some games, watch some movies, its whatever you want to do:)

Sammy 🩵: now bubba, when would i say no? Ill be there at 9

Me: okay sam, love youuu

Sammy🩵: love u too bubba

End of conversation

“Okay, I texted him. You happy?” I say snarky. “Yes, indeed.” She says standing up to hug me. “You know you have to tell him sooner or later right?” Jesus.. “Dude, we’ve already had this conversation. It's not the right time!” I slightly raised my voice out of irritation. “Okay babe;” she laughed. “There’s no need to be angry.” she said. “Yeah, yeah.. I’m sorry, I’m just stressed. You're right.” I replied. “Yes.. I know, I’m always right. But if you don't tell him, I will.” She concluded. I chuckled dryly. “Okay.”

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Me and Missy hung out for a couple of hours until Sam texted me telling me he was on his way. Seeing that I looked at the time and realized it was 8:30. “Oh crap. I gotta go.” I tell Missy, giving her a quick hug and rushing out her apartment door. “Okay, bye babe! Good luck!” is what I heard from the distance.

On my way back to my house, I get a phone call from Kat.

You: regular

Kat: bold

Heyy kitty kat!

Hii y/n/n! Whatcha doing??

Oh i'm heading back to my apartment, I got plans with Sam.

Y/n are you serious??

I know Kat.

Your playing yourself for him, everyone says he doesn't even notice you

Please Kat, let me have this. You don’t know him like I do.

Okay, whenever he doesn't show up I'll always be here.

Gee, thanks. Anyways I gotta go, I’m back home. Bye kitty kat!!

Byeeee!!

End call

I sigh and walk up to my house, excited to see that beautiful face again. About 5 minutes later I hear a knock on my door. Yayyy! I opened the door to be a little disappointed to see a pizza delivery man. (u thought that was Sam didn’t you?) “Hello, 3 pizzas for Sam?” He says. “Yes sir. Thank you!” I say as he handed me the pizzas. After I put the food down on the kitchen counter and look at my phone. That's when I saw a missed text from Sam saying he ordered pizzas. An audible “no duh” came out from my mouth. I text back with a “Got them!”

About 10 minutes later I hear a knock on my door. It was the one and only Sam. “Sammyyyyy!!” I yell jumping on him for a hug. “Hi y/n/n.” He replies, snuggling into my neck. “You surely took your time.” I whisper into his ear. “Oh I'm sorry, traffic.” He says. We stayed like that for about 10 seconds. “Maybe you should come inside hun.” you say, pulling away. You hear an audible groan come from his mouth, but he complied none of the less.

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Sam ended up staying there for 5 hours and it was really fun. Y'all did a lot of stuff, and occasionally flirted. You thought it was really weird because Sam never showed signs of liking you. But at the same time he could be joking. I just overthink too much. On the way out the door, I couldn't help but wonder if I actually had a chance.

“Thanks for inviting me over Y/n, I had a lot of fun.” Sam says. “Of course! You're welcome anytime.” I replied. After that, we just stared at eachother. Wow, this is weird. It was like he was waiting for something, I just gave him a confused look. He just sighed and said, “Anyways, bye.” and rushed out the door. That was even weirder but it is what it is. Since it was 2:30, I decided to take a quick shower and head to bed.

The next day

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It was currently 3:30 in the afternoon and I was up thinking all night. I don’t know why but when I tried to go to sleep, I couldn’t. But luckily, I know what to do with Sam now. I called Missy to tell her.

You: Regular

Missy: Italic

Hello?

Hii bestie!

Hiii babe, how was last night?

It was amazing! We played games, watched movies..

Did you tell him?

No but that’s what I was calling to tell you. I know what to do now about it.

Oh my god! Finally!! So what?

I’m sending him a 4 page letter.

… What?

It’s a great way to express my feelings without embarrassing myself in person.

That is… genius! How come you didn’t think of that earlier??

Honestly I don’t know! It just came to my mind after he left last night.

Yess! I'm gonna leave you to it, get it done and there as fast as you can!

Okay, bye.

End of call

I ended up sitting there and writing that letter for 1 hour. It was really a 4 page letter expressing all my feelings to him. The way he makes me feel. The way I felt this way for 8 years. The way he keeps me safe. How I hope when I get the courage to come to him, to promise not to diss me. I told that I was too shy so I decided to write instead of saying it in person. After all that, I contemplated putting my name on it, but eventually decided against it. I put it in the envelope and enclosed it with a kiss.

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I sat there for about 15 minutes arguing back and forth with myself about sending it but I knew I had to, I couldn’t hide any longer. I walked out to the drop off box and left it in there. I walked back home with a scared but excited look on my face, in hopes…

˜”*°•.˜”*°•He would get it on time•°*”˜.•°*”˜

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I hoped y’all liked it. I’ve missed you guys so muchhh.