#i want to smoosh him like i do my cat

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I shouldn't be allowed to design characters

[garoujo]

ARENT YOU A GOOD BOY? — BLUE LOCK

feat : nagi seishiro, itoshi sae, mikage reo, bachira meguru + itoshi rin

♱ warnings — how they react when you call them a “good boy”, f!reader, all characters written 22+ / note. i wrote a lil nagi thought about this yesterday n wanted 2 elaborate on the idea a lil more ! also another lil layout change < 3

・✶ ｡ﾟNAGI SEISHIRO

it had become sort of routine for nagi to flop down onto the couch beside you after practice, fatigue heavy in his limbs as he props himself up against your side — messy hair still wet from his shower as he smears a few drowsy kisses along your skin.

“did you have a good practice, sei?” you hum as you let your hand trace up to scratch at his scalp, pulling a pleased whine from the striker as he curls over you — smooshing his cheek against you with a huff. “yeah, was fine.”

“you didn’t slack off?” you continue with a particularly hard press of your fingertips and nagi’s eyes almost roll back at how much he fucking loves when you do that, feeling him lean into the touch like he’s an overgrown cat looking for more pets. “nah, played good f’ you, angel.”

“my good boy.” the pitch your voice takes is fucking sinful as your mouth curls around the praise, and you feel your boyfriend stiffen before he’s fidgeting once more. he’s easing himself lower on the couch to lean more of his weight on you, stuffing his face into the crook of your neck so you can’t see the way his cheeks are suddenly tinting pink.

“pretty thing—no fair.“ nagi sighs against your skin as his hands move to squeeze at your waist, almost dragging you closer as you giggle against him.

“hm? do you like when i call you that?” you ask again, knowingly considering the way you can feel the heavy weight of nagi’s cock grinding against your thigh — urging you to trail your fingers down his abdomen so you can feel it twitch under the touch.

“eh, ‘m just sleepy.. quit moving, you’re warm.” he sighs, trembling with his next exhale and you know you’ve got him when you feel his breath stutter against your neck, pressing yourself closer as your fingertips squeeze at the outline of his heavy, clothed cock. “yeah? are you sure, sei? good boys don’t lie.”

“you’re.. fuck, you’re such a pain.” nagi breathes as he chases the friction your palm gives him, his hips twitching at the rough stroke you reward him with as he shudders and grinds into the touch — fingertips flexing to squeeze at your skin as presses you underneath him.

“fuck, don’t stop. feels so good.” it’s quick the way he curls himself over you to press your back into the cushions beneath you both — pushing his larger body between your thighs before he’s kissing you breathless. he’s already fuelled by his desire for your touch, grinding his clothed cock into you as his hands fumble with the waistband of your pants, lost in his eagerness to have all of you. “hm? say it again then, angel. wanna be good for you.”

・✶ ｡ﾟITOSHI SAE

you’d been watching one of sae’s games you’d recorded while he was overseas, busying yourself in the kitchen as he helped you clean up from dinner. you can still hear the quiet chatter from the speaker, announcing another goal from your boyfriend before you offer him a pretty grin over your shoulder when he looks over at you.

“another goal? good boy.” something dark is barely visible in his gaze when the words fall from your lips, but they only draw him closer until he’s almost got you pressed against the kitchen counter — leaning in close until his lips are grazing along your cheek, then the shell of your ear.

“hm? you think so, sweetheart?” sae drawls, carefully neutral despite the sudden heavy atmosphere in the room that makes you suddenly feel too hot, his breath fanning along your heightened nerves before he speaks again — lower this time. “how will you reward me then?”

you feel like your heart stutters as you attempt to press yourself closer, reaching out to grab a fistful of his shirt in your desperate little attempts to draw him into you. but just as quickly as his body is pressing against yours, he’s drawing back to let his sharp gaze cut through you as he clicks his tongue.

“do you really think you would get me wound up so easily?” sae breathes as he lets his fingertips press underneath your chin, tilting your head to meet his gaze before he’s raising his brow at the already needy expression you’re wearing.

but you know as mean as others may think he is, he just couldn’t harbour the same distaste when it came to you. so you can see the small dusting of pink that paints his cheekbones despite his neutral expression, and you feel heat burn in your abdomen when his free hand guides one of yours to the half-hard cock straining against his pants. “you’ll have to work for that, sweetheart. now how about you be a good girl.”

・✶ ｡ﾟMIKAGE REO

you better than anyone knew that reo had such a big thing for praise, he loved hearing it roll from your lips at any opportunity he could — but it was something you happily bathed him in, afterall he was such a doting boyfriend you thought he deserved it.

he’d been off practice today while you were out running a few errands, and you were happy to return home to your apartment to notice that he’d been cleaning — probably ended up a little bored and decided to pre-occupy himself to take the load of you a little.

“reo? did you clean up in here?” you grin as your boyfriend comes through to meet you in the doorway, handsome smirk in place like he’d been waiting for you all day. his arms are quick to wrap around your hips and pull you into him, just enough for him to press his lips against yours before he’s pulling away with a teasing nibble and a laugh.

“hah—ofcourse, are you impressed?” reo grins as he lets his eyes look over you, sending you a look that’s cheeky but addictive as he tilts his head at you. “mhm, you’re such a good boy.”

it’s shameless the way he lets a small whimper drip from between his lips as his gaze darkens, hooded with lust before he leans in closer to smear his lips along your jawline. “oh? i like the sound of that, bunny.” he chuckles as he lets his hands smooth along your skin, squeezing at your waist and hips as he bites down on his lower lip.

“reo..” you begin as he palms at your body, feeling yourself grow increasingly more needy before he suddenly lowers himself down onto his knees — taking a slow handful of your ass as he does before he’s letting his hands trace round to grip your thighs. “heh—i’ll show you a good boy.” 

・✶ ｡ﾟBACHIRA MEGURU

it was common for you and bachira to get lost in eachother, especially after practice when he’s went without your touch all day — immediately letting you climb onto his lap so he can finally melt into you.

it’s needy, a little messy the way he kisses you — grabbing at your hips to grind you down on his lap, whimpering and giggling as he licks into your mouth with a fever that makes you feel breathless.

“no, don’t pull ‘way, baby. cmoooon~” bachira’s already starry-eyed and half gone when the kiss breaks wet and you look at him, cupping his face in your hands to squeeze at his cheeks as he immediately leans into the touch.

“you’re such a good boy, bachi.” you grin and it’s almost immediate the smirk that tugs at his features, swollen lips curling at the edges before he’s biting down on his lower lip and letting his hips twitch up into yours.

he leans in a little closer, letting his lips trace along your jawline before he’s mouthing at the skin — humming in a way that tells you he likes it, like he’s wordlessly asking you to say it again like you can’t already feel the way his cock is fucking throbbing beneath you.

“mhm, i’ll be a real good boy, baby.” bachira sings, almost panting when he hugs you closer to crash his lips against you once more — needy hands grabbing at your body like he’s trying to rip the clothes right off of you.

you feel dizzy with the way he’s licking into your mouth, panting hard between whimpers as he sucks on your tongue between needy grinds of his clothed cock against your pussy. “take good care of me, mkay?”

・✶ ｡ﾟITOSHI RIN

you think it’s charming the way rin’s waiting for you in the kitchen after practice, like he’s pretending he doesn’t know you’re going to make dinner — one of his favourite, more intimate times that he gets to give you his undivided attention.

“how was practice? were you a good boy?” you call as you make your way to your usual spot by his side, and the way his eyes cast you a dark glance is quick before he’s clearing his throat and pushing himself off the counter to face you.

“what’re you trying to do?” rin asks, earnestly as his brows drop slightly, a cute frown decorating his features despite the way his eyes still drag over your figure affectionately. but you see the way goosebumps prick his skin when you reach out to touch him, emphasising the ability your words alone have on the striker.

“what do you mean?” you feign innocently and you hear the way he clicks his tongue before he looks away from you, desperately trying to bite down the flush that’s threatening to dust his features. “you.. you know what i mean.”

you let the silence linger as you take a step closer, fingertips grazing higher until they’re pressing against the smooth muscle of rin’s chest, and if you were to look between the already close proximity of your bodies you’d be able to see the way his cock fucking throbs against his shorts.

but it’s quick, barely contained the way you feel his fingers wrap gently around your wrist before he’s tugging you closer, leaning in as his sharp eyes cut into you. he’s just close enough for his lips to barely brush yours so you can hear the carnal drop in his tone despite the way he’s biting back the effect you have on him, the rise and fall of his chest giving away the way he’s almost panting with want. “are you here just to tease me?”

© 2022 garoujo. please do not copy any of my layouts or writing and translate or repost onto any other sites.

[kitten4sannie]

𝐵𝑒𝓉𝓉𝑒𝓇 𝐿𝒶𝓉𝑒 𝒯𝒽𝒶𝓃 𝒩𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇

pairing: husband! san x fem! reader

genre: smut, fluff

summary: when san is forced to work overtime on your birthday, he wants to make up for it.

w.c: 4k

warnings: switch! san, pussydrunk san, switch! reader, praise, pet names, dirty talk, brief spit kink, begging, teasing, strength kink, oral (f receiving), squirting, unprotected sex, crying, creampie, breeding kink, brief cockwarming

a/n: this is a birthday present for my lovely best friend nora @cheollipop ilysmmm <3

song recs: get you by daniel caesar, yeah i said it by rihanna, aphrodite by rini

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When San’s boss set a fresh stack of files on the desk inside his already cramped cubicle, San found himself opening his mouth to protest, “Sir, it’s already half past 8…Do you think I could possibly work on this tomorrow? It’s my wife’s birthday today, and I wanted to–” 

“San, San, San,” his boss interrupted with an air of arrogance, setting his hands down on the salaryman’s tense shoulders. “We all have to make sacrifices in this company, you know? You’re not the only one. I’m sure your wife will understand when she sees the extra dollar signs in your paycheck at the end of the week.”

San sat still in his swivel chair, not letting the rage seep past his eyes, envisioning all the ways he could retaliate against the older man standing above him. His hand nudged his stapler. He glanced at his favorite coffee-stained mug that you gave him; it had various adorable cats painted on the porcelain. It’d probably feel immensely satisfying to smash it into the man’s head, but he would never give it up in such a way. Violence was never the answer, of course. Though he was extremely tempted to just rip his computer away from its cords and toss it at the man, he wouldn’t. He needed this job, and he needed to get this sudden influx of work done so that he could get home to you.  

Eventually, San blinked up at the man, replying like a robot that had just been rebooted, “On it, boss.” 

“That’s lovely to hear. That’s why you’re my favorite employee, Sannie boy,” the man chimed, smacking San’s shoulder in an overly aggressive manner. 

Once San gave his boss a tight-lipped smile and a double thumbs up that turned into middle fingers as soon as the man turned his back, he pulled his phone out to dial your number. “Baby?” he mumbled out in an extremely soft voice as soon as you picked up. 

“Hey, hun,” you replied excitedly, sliding your phone into the space between your shoulder and your neck so that you could put your cake into the fridge, sticking a candle into it. “Are you on your way home? I picked up a red velvet cake for us to share. It’s got this really fancy buttercream and these little gold flakes sprinkled all over it. I asked the guy and it’s real 24k gold! Isn’t that cool?” Noticing the overwhelming silence in the receiver, you closed the fridge and pressed your back to it. “San, are you okay?”

Opening one of the files and staring down at the endless strings of text informing him of sales percentages and various investments from clientele, San sighed, “I have to work overtime, baby. That old bastard isn’t letting me leave until I get all this shit done. I’m…” Frustrated at his lack of control over the situation, he raked his fingers through his gelled-up hair, not even caring that some of the raven strands began to stick out. “I’m so sorry, baby. I’m really, really sorry…” 

“San, it’s okay. It’s okay, love,” you said with a warmth that would hopefully give him some reassurance, hearing him let out a small sigh into your ear. “It’ll still be my birthday when you get back, okay? So just take a deep breath, get the work done, and come home to me.”

San opened a new document up on his computer to get started, slowly drawing air into his lungs and letting it out, smoothing his hair out a bit. He smooshed his cheek against his phone, allowing you to tell he was pouting when he answered as gently as possible, “I love you so much, baby. I promise I’ll be home as soon as I can to tell you in person.”

Feeling a smile tug at your lips, you idly rolled your wedding ring around on your finger, grateful to have such a sweet angel of a man as your life partner. “I love you too, darling. I’ll see you soon.” Pushing your lips together, you lowered your phone to your mouth to add, “Mwah.”

“Mwah,” San returned instantaneously, a similar smile forming on his face, much more relaxed than he was a few minutes ago. Once you exchanged goodbyes, he gave his knuckles a good crack and admired his silver wedding band for a few seconds before getting to work.

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It was a little past 11 when San finally pushed past the front door and slid out of his work shoes, meeting your gaze from across your shared apartment, seeing you sitting at the kitchen table by yourself with the cake positioned in front of you and a small lighter laying on the table. “Baby,” he let out in a sigh of relief, dropping his suitcase onto the floor and walking in your direction to pull you up from the seat into one of his famous tight bearhugs, enveloping you in his warm, inviting scent. “Happy birthday. I love you.” 

“Mm, thank you, love. I love you too.” Just as you were about to ask him about work, he clutched the back of your head and pressed his lips against yours to give you a kiss, one that was gentle at first, but grew more firm in the next passing seconds. Despite missing the taste of his lips when he pulled away, you caressed his cheeks, rubbing your thumbs over his sharp jaw, feeling the scruffiness of the facial hair that was growing in. “How was work? Shitty?”

“Shitty,” he echoed, just as he pressed his mouth to your own jaw, leaving kisses along it, as well as your cheeks, your nose, your neck, and basically anywhere he could feel your warm skin against him. “But I’m home now, so I couldn’t be happier.” San brought his mouth to your forehead to give it a long kiss, running his fingers through your hair. “Do you want to light the candle or should I, baby?” 

“You do it for me,” you said, squeezing his shoulders a bit, before sitting back down in the chair, watching as San sat in the one adjacent to you. 

When you handed him the lighter, San brought it to the candle sitting inside the personal sized cake and lit the wick, admiring the way the flame illuminated your pretty face. “You’re so beautiful…” he sighed out, leaning his head against the palm of his hand, continuing to admire you, feeling as though he might begin to melt like the candle below. “My beautiful baby.” 

“Stoppp,” you whined softly, heat rising to your cheeks, still barely able to handle the way San looked at you after all these years — with such intensity visible inside his brown eyes that you wholeheartedly believed him when he said that he wanted to give you the entire world. You were his muse, after all. His angel from above. His everything.

“Never.” San gave you a gentle smile as he took your hand in his and brought it to his lips to kiss the top of your hand, singing a soft rendition of ‘Happy Birthday’ in his silky smooth voice, bringing a shy smile to your own face. Once he was done, he pressed more kisses into your skin, running his thumb over your knuckles as you gazed back at him. “Make a wish, love.”

“Why make a wish when I have everything I want now?” you asked, watching as he played with the wedding ring on your finger, the candle below beginning to melt into the frosting. 

San let out a sigh, pressing his warm cheek to your open palm, looking at you like he did years ago when you had first met, unbearably love-struck, lips parted and twinkling eyes full of devotion for his beloved. “Oh, my sweet girl,” he purred, guiding your hand downwards to press a kiss onto the pad of your thumb and following your intense gaze to his mouth. “But, right now, in this moment, isn’t there something you desire?” 

A familiar feeling of warmth flooded your core, thoughts of San taking care of you in ways only he was capable of suddenly urged you to blow the candle out. You knew what you needed. Of course, San was a devoted husband in every sense of the word, but in the bedroom, he brought that to a staggering degree, always willing to please you in every way he could, loving when you used him for your own pleasure, just as much as he loved giving it to you without any restraints. 

“What did you wish for, love?” San inquired, sticking one finger into the cake to scoop up some frosting and holding it up to your mouth, a playful smile tugging at his lips. 

You accepted his finger inside and sucked the sweet cream off of it, emitting a small ‘mmm.’ “I want you on your knees, Sannie. I want you to please me.” 

“Anything for you, my love.” San lowered himself onto the ground before you and began to loosen his tie until he could take it off, feeling a pleasurable heaviness envelop his body now that he was on his knees for his one and only. There was no place he’d rather be. After taking in a deep breath to steady his heartbeat, San began to slide his hands up one of your legs, lifting it up to leave a trail of kisses up to your thigh, stopping now and then to admire your soft skin and the intense gaze you were giving him. “I promise I’ll make you feel so good, my love. I’ll give you everything I have…” he murmured in between kisses, slowly reaching up underneath your dress to hook his fingers into your panties. 

“You promise?” you teased in a soft voice, lowering your other foot down to press into his crotch, the pad of it rubbing along his work pants, feeling the solid outline of his cock pressing against it. 

“I promise, baby,” he replied, his lips forming his signature pout, unconsciously spreading his knees apart, about to pull your panties from your hips when you pushed your foot down a bit harder, earning a small gasp from him, his fingers resting against your waist instead of continuing his quest to strip you. 

Biting into your lower lip, you relieved the pressure you had on him, slowly standing up out of the chair and just barely lifting up the front of your dress to give him an upskirt view. “Use your teeth.” 

“Yes, angel. Whatever you want, I can do…” San swallowed down some of the saliva that persistently tried to overflow and drip down his chin, gingerly kneading his hands into your soft thighs, pressing his cheek to it, looking up at your clothed pussy, his cock already throbbing away inside his pants. He moved his head up underneath your dress and got the lip of your panties in between his teeth and slowly pulled it downwards, audibly groaning as he witnessed a string of arousal drip from your heat and down your inner thigh.

Watching him with bated breath, you resisted the urge to grab the back of his head and fuck his face, desperately wanting to hear him whine and beg for you to come inside his mouth. “You can lick it up, Sannie. Go ahead…”

Your husband’s eyes practically twinkled with gratitude, choosing to pull your panties down the rest of the way and off of you, releasing them from his teeth and holding them against his crotch, rubbing them against his cock as he dragged his tongue up your inner thigh, catching your arousal on his tongue. “Fuck, baby, you taste so good. Let me eat your pretty little pussy, angel. Please, I need it.” 

“I think you can handle waiting a little longer, don’t you think, Sannie?” you mused teasingly, reaching down to press your pointer finger up into his chin, chuckling at the soft gasp that escaped his glistening lips. He was always like putty in your hands. Always ready to worship at your feet if you simply said the words. While that left you breathless, what you really relished was when you pushed him so far that he simply couldn’t hold himself back anymore and gave you his all, even if that meant passing out from pure exhaustion afterwards. 

“Yes, my love, I can wait. I can wait for you.” Your husband rested his hands down on his upper thighs, his teeth instantly digging into his lip as you took a step closer, your dripping pussy directly in front of his face. 

Holding your dress up with one hand, you used the other to spread your pussy apart, your slick dripping down your inner thighs, making sure to push your fingers together and rub them in an up and down motion, making small wet sounds with your movements. “You want your wife’s pretty pussy in your mouth, don’t you, Sannie? You want to taste me on your tongue? Lap my cum up until you’re drowning in it? Is that what you want?”

San felt like he was going to lose his mind, gripping his work pants so tightly, he feared he might tear into them, unless his cock burst out of them first from how painfully hard he was. “Please, baby. I need you so fucking bad,” he choked out, tears stinging the corners of his coffee-colored eyes, resisting the urge to smash his face in between your legs when you grabbed him by the hair and angled his head back, whimpering softly at the grip you had on him. He wanted to be good for you. He had to be good, but he needed you on his tongue like he needed oxygen. 

Once San uttered one last desperate ‘please’ in such a soft, tiny voice, you finally gave in, holding your dress up slightly with both hands and spreading your legs a bit more for him, feeling your core tighten and pulse at the sight of your husband’s teary eyes. If you were an angel, then he was heaven itself, and he probably saw you the exact same way. “You’ve been a good boy, Sannie, so come and get it.” 

Like a puppy hearing the dinner bell, San was on you, pushing his head up underneath your dress, his mouth connected to your cunt, tongue lapping at your wet folds like it was his one and only mission, hands kneading into your thighs out of habit. “Thank you, my angel. Thank you, thank you, thank you,” he moaned against your heat, slurping your arousal into his mouth and swallowing it down like you were an oasis and he was a weary traveler in search of a drink. He licked, and licked, and licked, not even thinking, before he reached behind you with his outstretched arms to pull the chair closer, guiding your hips downwards forcefully enough so that you had to sit down on the cushion below. 

“S-Sannie,” you gasped, surprised by his sudden display of strength, your brain going a bit fuzzy as he shoved your thighs apart, then held them up and out of his way so that he could bury his face deeper in between them. “You want it bad, don’t you?” 

San took a second to give you a dimpled smile, nuzzling your slippery inner thigh with his cheek, pressing a small, lingering kiss to your warm skin. “So bad, baby. You drive me fucking crazy.” His tongue was hot and wet against your cunt, practically melting against your folds, taking long, deliberate swipes up to your clit, before zoning in on it and sucking on it with a fervor that sent waves of pleasure through your lower half.

Unable to hold your voice back, you began emitting breathy, stunted moans, involuntarily bucking up into his mouth the more he licked and sucked at your clit, feeling your cheeks burn more and more the longer he gazed into your eyes. Though you swore you were used to the intense eye contact that San preferred to have with you, he still always managed to make you feel shy. 

San took another quick breather to comment breathlessly, “You’re so beautiful, sweetheart. So sweet for me. So perfect.” Taking in your pretty flushed face and glazed-over eyes, he squeezed your thighs in between his thick fingers. “Come here, baby.” He pushed your thighs farther apart and leaned upwards, taking your chin in his grasp and pulling you into a much-needed kiss. Once you let him into your mouth to explore it with his arousal-coated tongue, San lowered his hand from your chin the eagerly rub your pulsing clit around in quick, deliberate circles with his thumb, automatically bringing two digits from his other hand to your cunt, your greedy hole sucking them up to his knuckles, not hesitating to piston them in and out of you. Your muffled moans and whines were like an angelic hymn that made him want to build you a shrine and worship you day and night on his aching knees like he was doing now. Once your legs hooked around his small waist, he quickened the pace of his digits, your wetness now so palpable it was beginning to spill out of you and down his veiny forearm, emitting a knowing ‘mm-hmm’, breaking the kiss as soon as you began to tighten up around him. “Angel’s gonna come for Sannie, huh?”

“Uh-huh, gonna come, Sannie,” you breathed out, licking at your lips and tasting the remnants of yourself on your tongue, swearing you were about to come instantly at the visual of your husband quickly lowering himself back down to your cunt to slurp at it, licking near the outline of his thrusting fingers and back up to your puffy clit, eyeing it longingly, before pursing his lips and spitting your arousal back onto it, only to attach back on it like a magnet. 

As soon as he curled his fingers up and rubbed at your g-spot, hitting it in a way that had you fighting the urge to let your eyes roll all the way back into your skull, San spoke up, “That’s it right there, huh, baby? Right there?” As soon as you cried out for him, your throat hurting from how dry it was, San finger-fucked you into a state of pure ecstasy, not stopping until your arousal began to spray out of you and into his open mouth, coating his tongue. “Oh my god, look at you, baby. You’re squirting for me. You’re such a good girl.” He lowered his mouth onto your twitching cunt, not able to prevent a bit of drool from dripping past his swollen lips, lapping up the rest of your squirt with a few slow, lingering licks.

Once you had enough time to gather your bearings and catch your breath, San sat up and leaned in close to you, asking huskily, “Is there anything else my princess desires?”

“Your cock, Sannie. Give me your cock,” you answered instantly, not even caring about how desperate you sounded. You were desperate, and you knew San was too, given that he hadn’t touched himself a single time. 

Just as quickly as you had answered him, San was already lifting you up into his arms and laying you down onto the kitchen table, spreading your legs apart and fumbling with his leather belt to take it off. Once it hit the floor with a thud, San pulled his aching cock out and slapped it down onto your pussy, watching some slick leak out. "Are you ready? Is my princess going to take all of my cock in this pretty little pussy?"

You nodded as quickly as you could, ready to drool over the thought of finally being filled by him, knowing you’d probably come as soon as he did. 

San slowly moved his hips forward and back, sliding his thick length across your needy cunt, the slick sounds of your arousal making him groan. "Let me hear you say it, pretty girl. Tell Sannie how bad you want it." 

"I need it so bad, so, so bad.” Just as San’s cockhead began to stretch out your hole, your plush walls clenching around him, he pulled out, leaving you empty and ready to beg on your knees just like he had done earlier. “I need your cock, Sannie, please. I want to be full just for you. Please, please, let me have it. I’ll be such a good girl for you, I promise!”

"God, you’re so cute when you’re begging for me, princess," San sighed longingly, caressing and rubbing your thighs with his thumbs, burning the image of your teary-eyed gaze into his memory. “But, don’t worry, I’m here. I’m going to fill you up, okay?” Smiling at the sight of your furious nods, he pushed back inside of you, inch by inch, making you let out a long, almost relieved moan, not stopping until your lower halves were pressed together. 

Now that he was being squeezed by your tightness, San felt something switch on inside his brain, no longer concerned with teasing you, but instead overwhelmed by the desperate need to fuck you until you were a crying, cum-filled mess for him, and him alone. 

Loud, wet slapping sounds began to echo throughout the kitchen, along with the thud, thud, thud of the kitchen table being rocked back and forth into the tile flooring below. “You’re so good for me, baby, so good,” San praised into your ear, his warm body flush against yours, slamming his hips into yours, appreciating the way you had your legs hooked around his small waist, locking him in place. 

“Sannie,” you cried out, unable to stop pulsing around your husband’s thick length, feeling like you would go crazy from the way it was pounding into you. You reached your hands out, smiling when he immediately laced his fingers with yours, holding your hands down against the cool surface of the table. “I’m gonna come. It’s spilling out.” 

“I’m going to come too, my love. Let’s come together,” he encouraged, squeezing your fingers against his own, slowing his pace down and fucking you in a more deliberate way, his thrusts slow and deep, hitting your sweet spot every time. Just as you began to mewl and babble from the overwhelming pleasure, San pressed his lips onto yours, swallowing your moans just as you swallowed his choked ones. It felt so good, he didn’t even realize when he started to cry, his hot tears dripping down his cheeks and landing onto your heated face. “I’m going to fill you up and make you a mommy, sweetheart. Make you so full of my love. So, so full for me.” 

“Yes, please, Sannie, fill me up.” Just as your body shook and trembled, your cum pouring out of you and coating your joined flesh, San’s hot load came pouring into you, filling you up to the brim like always. 

“Here it comes, angel. Just for you. I love you so much,” he choked out, his voice raw and throaty from how hard he was cumming, blinking a few more tears away to focus on your pretty face, slowly going soft, but staying inside you, keeping you full of his warmth and love. 

“I love you too, Sannie. So much,” you replied wholeheartedly, wiping one of his tears away as you brought him into another kiss, this one as gentle and sweet as the love he always gave you. 

Slowly breaking the kiss, he pressed one onto your forehead, bringing you into a long hug, not planning on letting you go. “Happy Birthday, baby.”

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[a-twistedheartslonging]

How many of the beastie bois are hypocrites when it comes to personal space?(i mean like how cats are with "hey, don't invade my personal space" but has no problems sitting on your tits)

Vil, Leona, Azul, and Jamil are the worse freaking offenders.

But also, for someone like Idia, he has anxiety about it at first and after a while he switches from wanting to use you as a weighted blanket to not wanting to cuddle but resting a single spider leggy on you while he's doing his own thing.

Also, it can change for someone like Floyd depending on his mood, but it's like even if he's in a mood where he doesn't feel like cuddling the life out of you or talking, he still wants you near him and will get upset if you go somewhere else.

I think it's funny if Vil wants to cuddle but he doesn't want to mess up his feathers, so he just...sits on you. Like an egg. He also does this thing where he expects you to know that he wants to cuddle and gets huffy if you don't come over and do it.

Leona will complain about you being needy while he's the one laying on top of you, not caring about how smooshed you're getting.

Azul will tell you to leave him alone, not realizing one of his tentacles made its way out from under his coat and made its way around your ankle.

Jamil is...complex and hard to explain.

Edit: Oh, damn I forgot Seb.

He would really go back and forth from needy to "how dare you" with it. Though the latter is mostly because he's flustered and confused about these knew feelings.

[sassypossumm]

I'll Be Teasing You Tomorrow

Just a little Miguel fluff... and for the record, I'm DEFINITELY not terrified of cockroaches...

"Babe, I'm just asking you to think about it." Miguel sidled up behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist. Rinsing another dish, you rolled your eyes and turned your head to look at him. He'd placed his chin on your shoulder, his beautiful red eyes shining imploringly. 

"We already have the one cat, Migs." You pursed your lips and looked at him pointedly before turning back towards the sink.

"And you love her." He said, pressing a kiss to your shoulder. 

"She's grown on me, but that doesn't mean I want another cat." 

"Just consider it?" He nibbled lightly on your ear. Sighing, you braced your hands on the edge of the sink and closed your eyes. 

"You're not going to seduce me into saying yes." You instinctively tilted your head giving him more space. Miguel smiled into the crook of your neck. 

"Maybe I'm just really turned on by my best girl, did that ever occur to you?" He breathed against your ear, squeezing your waist for emphasis. You smiled warmly and leaned into him. 

Until you saw it. 

With a screech you jumped inhumanely high and moved to hide behind him. Miguel's old instincts kicked in and he tensed like a live wire, talons bared, and was silently scanning the perimeter of the kitchen. 

"Do you see it?" You whispered peaking over his shoulder. 

"I don't see anything." He narrowed his eyes and glanced at you quickly. "Doll, what did you," 

"Oooh, Miggy! There!" You squealed, jumping on his back, doing your best to put space between you and whatever it was you'd seen. 

"What? I don't see anything!" He practically shouted to be heard over your panic as you were still trying to climb him like a tree. 

"There!" You waived a hand emphatically at the wall behind the sink. He made a soft 'oof' sound when you accidentally cuffed him in the ear with your elbow and followed your flapping hand with narrowed eyes. 

And then he saw it. 

"A cockroach?" He stared at it in disbelief. Then it skittered up the wall and you shrieked again, burying your face in his hair and to your great embarrassment, whimpered. That was enough to push him into action. With you still wrapped around him like a territorial koala, Miguel swiftly grabbed a paper towel and smooshed the offending creature and threw it in the trash can. 

"Is it gone?" You raised your head tentatively and looked down at your boyfriend. He looked up at you and his eyes softened. 

"Yeah. It's gone." You sighed and started to climb down only to be caught around the waist and swept into Miguel's arms. 

"Migs," He cut you off with a firm kiss to your forehead. 

"Oh, I'm going to be teasing you ruthlessly tomorrow, but tonight," He jostled you in his arms playfully. "My best girl needs movies and cuddles." You raised a brow and opened your mouth to protest, but he gave you a very convincing scowl. "That's an order." You shivered and your expression turned coy. 

"Well then," You wrapped your arms around his neck. "Yes sir." 

[frogchiro]

hi me again i know its not eremites but my brain has been HAAAUUNNNNTEEED by omegaverse and COD i just know for a fact Ghost n Price share a role as "leader" of the pack, more Price than Ghost (warrior cat brain: DEPUTY GHOST *WACK*) and yes the entire pack takes care of their sweet omega but they feel the most weight of keeping her happy n healthy :<< Ughehrgrgrgrr Ghost is a silent lover, (this can really apply for annnnnyy au im just barfing my brain out here) brushing your hair out of your face as you sleep, cheek smooshed against your pillow. Oh my god you know that man would invest in silk pillow cases if you mentioned that silk is better for your skin n hair. That one stuffie you can't seem to sleep without, it never seems to get dirty, you don't think much of it. That's cause Ghost brushes it out for you, making sure theres no limp neck syndrome either (basically the fluff gets separated from body n head leaving none for neck) mention that you like a certain snack? or found a childhood snack you had but could never find after a certain point? at least 5 of them in the cupboard, 2 if they come in big packs.

John loves to spend time together with his sweet girl, he doesnt often have the time for it but when he does he loves to savour it. Loves Loves Loves being able to have you on his lap, a cigar in one hand, the other on your waist and a whiskey on the table next to his recliner. Memorizes your routine, if you have somewhere to be that you have to wake up for, he wakes you up, very gently. Kisses against your shoulder, traveling to your face. Kissing your cheek before turning you onto your back, just admires your relaxed face before he whispers your name. ASS!! GRABBER!!! grabs your ass, sure here n there he'll greet you with a gentle spank but he. grabs. ASS. He memorizes your coffee order too!! He may tease you a bit if it something like, 80% cream, 12% sugar and 8% coffee but still. sniffle snorgle so sorry for the long ask snifhghgrngr i love them. and i LOVE your blog, been following for a super long time, found you from pierro tags and just been obsessed. Take care of yourself okay?? MWAH (´▽`ʃ♡ƪ)

AHHHH THANK YOU FOR THE KIND WORDS DARLING *MWUAH* I'm really glad you like my humble little blog so much and stick around for such a long time <3

I'm gonna go with omegaverse with these again bc I'm obsessed :<

And yes yes you're right!! Alpha Si is a silent lover but he's so expressive when he wants to be! If you're close enough you'll see all the little things; ticks, micro expressions even with the balaclava and/or mask, the little noises like chuffs or rumbles, everything! It's like a whole new world opens up and that's when makes being mated to Ghost beautiful <3

And he can be surprisingly clingy and touchy too! Definitely not right from the start but give him time and soon you'll have a 6'3 baby clinging onto you. What he may lack in verbal communication he compensates with physical affection and little noises; he will literally purr like an engine and make little chirrups in answer to your own as you nuzzle and preen each other in your nest.

Another thing about him are his surprisingly strong nesting instincts! He never really got to make a nest, or rather felt safe enough to do it. With his past, his father who always mocked him for nesting it never felt right until he got with you. Will take up the whole bed and literally roll in it so it's covered with his scent and pheromones and let out a pleased rumble when he finally deems his den good enough and safe before dumping you in it <3

Alpha!Price on the other hand loves quality time spent with you <3 He's much more verbal with you than Si and is quite touch himself in the privacy of his office or den, will always try and keep a hand on you and never let you out of his sight. He's the oldest of the alphas, much more mature and secure in his position as head alpha but will bellow and growl like crazy if he went out for a second out of the den to check up on something and upon returning he notices that you're not there anymore only for you to return from the bathroom confused what's all the commotion about.

Would never admit it out loud but he loves loves loves scenting you! Especially if you're on base with him. John has a strong masculine smell that screams 'ALPHA' in the most pleasant way; will make you go weak in the knees just from a whiff <3

Likes to rub on you when you're laying in your nest at night, his face shoved right into your scent glands and your delighted giggles bring him immense joy as he tickles you with his beard <3

[i-literally-cant-with-this]

Potential TW ::: Difficulty conceiving. & for my vomit-sensitive friends, here's a mildly changed version: PUKE FREE EDIT

A/N ::: I am so tired tonight that this was not super proofed. This was an ask that came via my messages. They wanted a story with the spicy and the sweet parts of Kats & F.reader tryin' for a baby. I hope it has all the elements you wanted and that you like it!

C/W ::: Aged up Kats x f.reader, several mentions of vomiting & other facial fluids being discharged (snot, tears, puke). Oral M->F Quite a bit of P->V. Lovey dovey stuff, sweet moments between 2 people who just want a freakin' baby. Ok? 😭

WC ::: 4,923 (Jesus christ, I'm so sorry. This totally got away from me and I don't even know how.)

"Hey babe, it's me." Katsuki said in his usual growly voice. "I guess you're still at work or somethin'. Anyway, I'll be home tomorrow night. Also, I'been holdin' back. So, be ready for me. I love you, call me if ya want."

Katsuki was out of town on a job. He's been gone for almost a week now, the longest you two have been apart since you got married, almost 2 years ago. You missed him, sure. But when he came home, stomping through the entryway, yelling for you, it was the best feeling to be wrapped up in his arms and smooshed into his chest.

The two of you have been leaving yourselves open to having a baby for about 4 months now. It hasn't been constant trying, but the longer it goes that you're not getting pregnant, the more you feel like you're needing to take this more seriously. You started reading up on the most productive positions to get the result you're looking for, studying what you can do before and after you do the deed. How to check your basal temperature. When doctor intervention becomes more than a discussion and an absolute necessity.

The phone beeps, alerting you to your missed call and voicemail. "What ... oh, damn it." You listen to the message Katsuki left you and couldn't help the soft pink blush that spread over your face and chest. No man had ever made you feel the way he has. You had been pretty reserved until he helped you tap into your inner slutty girl. It sounds bad, but you've not looked back once since he brought you out of your little sexual shell. And why should you? Every time you're with him you swear it's the best sex you've ever had. Point being, you got really lucky to have him love you and be able to love him.

Pushing #1 on speed dial, you hear the other line ringing and start praying to whatever gods would listen to you that he'd answer his phone.

"Hey brat. Y'ignorin' me now or some shit like that? The fuck ya think ya are?" You could hear him choke out a laugh. The background noise was almost louder than he was.

"You know it, you caught me. Trying to ignore you. What're you gonna do about it?" You giggled when you heard his breath hitch in his throat. Your voice got low and breathy, "You gonna punish me, hm? Good luck catching me, Kats."

The phone crackled a few times before you heard him, "Hey! Y'there? Babe!? Goddamn it, this shit ass fuc---" and then you heard nothing.

"K-Kats? Hello? Are you ... are you there? Oh." You tossed the phone on the couch and pouted. "Things were just about to get good, too." You whined to the cat. But you knew they didn't care. They were Kats' anyway. They merely tolerated you until they were hungry and then they were your biggest fan.

A chime rang out into the quiet room and you pounced on it. A text from Katsuki, "Sorry, shit reception here. I'll try to call you from the hotel later. XXX"

It was about 6pm. Too early for bed, too late to go anywhere. So you curled up on the couch and watched your wedding video. You laughed and cried about how stupid you felt for missing him so much. He's only been gone a week and he'll be home tomorrow. Less than 24 hours and you would be together again.

You woke up to the sun forcing its way through the edges of the window coverings. "He's coming home today! He ... is finally coming home today!" A contented sigh heaved its way from your chest as you stood and stretched the uncomfortable position you slept in from your body. And then immediately a wave of nausea washed over you. "The f-," you covered your mouth and ran to the bathroom. Lifting the toilet lid, you took pause and started praying that you wouldn't puke. "Mmm ..." Your eyes roamed to the bathroom cupboard. The nausea faded and soon your body followed your eyes' lead and you started to crawl to open the door and pull out a pregnancy test.

You peed on the plastic receptacle and set the timer you'd bought specially for the bathroom, only to hurry up and wait for the next 3 minutes.

"Oh." You tried so hard not to let yourself get wrapped up in the hope that all of your fun and hard work had finally paid off. But it still hurt. It always hurt. It was a relief though, that Katsuki wasn't here to have to go through this again. He always somehow got more excited than you at the prospect of you becoming parents. 'There's plenty uh’time, ma,' he always says to you whenever the result is another negative.

It would be several hours before he'd be home, so you put yourself together and set out to grocery shop. You decided to stop by your favorite little boutique and look around at the lingerie. Maybe that would help cheer you up and raise moral to romp around with your husband. You laughed at the stupid thought. It was always fun to be with Katsuki.

You managed to knock all of your tasks out in a couple of hours and drove home to get stuff put away. You still wanted to shower, put on the new lingerie you bought and figure out what to do for dinner. Take-out was calling your name tonight.

In the shower, you started to think about how much you loved Katsuki. And a familiar, warm, tingly feeling started to bloom in the pit of your stomach. Unconsciously, you began rubbing your thighs together trying to alleviate the pressure - however pleasant it might be - building there. It was a dangerous game you were playing here. If you rubbed them too much, you know you'd get beyond frustrated and have to take care of this on your own. And there was nothing you wanted more than for him to be the one to alleviate this pent up tension in your body. Seeing as he was the one causing it, it only seemed fair.

Hurrying to finish washing up, you managed to get out of there with only a little bit of lingering agitation. Perhaps agitation was too strong a word. But you missed him so much there was no other word you could think of to replace it.

All wrapped up in a towel, you went to your room and looked over the clothes you had laid out for tonight. The dress you chose was newer, you picked it up a month or so ago, but haven't had the chance to wear it. It’s so new that he hasn't even seen it on you. The lingerie was a strappy black 1 piece and it looked so confusing to you. But you wanted to look nice for him. You knew he would love it for the whole 30 seconds it was on you before he tore it off. Yet you couldn't help but feel a little bit nervous about his homecoming.

It all felt so new to you for some strange reason.

His Jeep pulled into the driveway and your heart all but stopped beating. Your face got hot and you felt like you were going to puke again. "Jesus, calm yourself, y/n. You're married for Christ's sake. Have been for over 2 years. He is your husband. He already loves you." But you didn't believe a word you said to yourself.

You ran to the bedroom to take one last quick glance at your appearance. Smoothing down the dress at your stomach, you noticed it didn't sit quite like it did when you first bought it. You just chalked it up to a little bit of stress eating with Katsuki being gone, and you trying to stay cool about (not) getting pregnant. It just caught up to you. No matter. He's home.

The front door opened and you heard his heavy footsteps. Music to your ears. "Babe? 'M home. Get yer ass ov-", You peeked your head out of the bedroom and gave him a sassy smile. "There you are, fuck, missed you so much. Don't move." He tossed his keys onto the kitchen table and walked toward you like he was hunting you. Like if he moved to quickly you'd get startled and run away from him. Little did he know that it would take a lot more than him running at you to make you even flinch.

"I missed you too, Kats. So much." You whispered as he got closer. He reached out for you and pulled you flush against him, his mouth immediately finding yours. His lips were so soft and warm and he smelled so good. You couldn't resist the urge to kiss him deeper, and you let your tongue brush his bottom lip. He growled and held you tighter.

"Fuck, y’taste so good. Yer gonna kill me. I can't wait for you any longer. All of you. Every part of you." He kissed your cheek and then your ear, sucking the lobe into his mouth and tugging on it with his teeth. You moaned and ground your hips into his. The sensation of his hardness rubbing against you made you ache with need.

"Oh God. Please. I need you so much." Every brush of his fingers against your body left a trail of raised, peach fuzz hairs in their wake. You were panting now, trying to catch your breath from his lips on your skin. He pulled back and looked at you, his eyes shining with love and lust. "I love you so much, babe."

"I love you too, Katsuki." Your voice was breathy and quiet, almost like you were afraid to say it.

He leaned in and kissed you again, this time with more heat and intensity. His hands found their way to your ass and he squeezed, eliciting a whimper from your lips. "Let's go to bed." He grabbed your hand and led you to the bedroom.

You walked in and he pushed you onto the bed. You squealed and giggled as you bounced. He stood over you and started to unbutton his shirt. His abs and pecs were on display for you. You couldn't help but lick your lips at the sight of his muscles moving as he shrugged his shirt off his shoulders. He moved to unbuckle his belt and you got a little nervous. He was so hot and you felt like you couldn't keep up with him. But he always managed to make you feel like the most beautiful woman on earth.

As he took his pants off, you got up and stood in front of him so he could unzip the dress. "You make this dress look so fuckin' beautiful, babe. Goddamn. So sexy. But y'know, 's much as I love this, 'm dying to see what's underne- Hoh fuck. Th- you- fuck that's hot. This new?" He asked as he covered his mouth with his right hand and shook his head slowly.

"You like it?" You blushed hard.

"Do I fuckin' like it. C'mere. Fuckin' c'mere and I'll show you just how much I like it." He pulled you close and kissed your lips, your neck, your chest. You could feel him hard and throbbing against your lower stomach. It was driving you wild.

He turned you around and began to kiss your shoulders. He moved the straps of the lingerie down and bit your skin gently. "Ah! Katsuki, please. Please touch me. I need you."

"Patience. G’na take my time with you. Got about 6 days to make up for, darlin'. Lemme have this. Lemme have you."

He turned you back around and kissed you deeply. He held you close and you could feel the heat radiating from his body. "I am so glad you're home, Kats." You whispered while you pulled him to the bed.

You laid there and let him take over, let him do what he wanted. And what he wanted was to drive you crazy. He kissed every inch of your body, making sure to pay extra attention to your most sensitive parts.

"You work out this week or somethin'?" He asked between kissing your hot skin. He moved down to your belly. "Fuck, you're just so ..." he growled against your skin as he breathed you in. "Your tits look fantastic. You're so ... gah ... I dunno. You're just so soft." He ran his hands over your curves and squeezed your hips.

You pulled his hair and guided him to your core. "Katsuki, need ... need your mouth." He obliged and licked a stripe up your slit, his tongue pressing firmly against your clit and you jumped back. "Hohmygod, Kats! Fuck!!"

"S'sensitive for me," he dove back in and started to suck on your clit, swirling his tongue around it and then flattening it and moving it side to side, "Fumkin' lub et." You felt like you were going to burst. The feeling was overwhelming and you felt yourself get close to the edge faster than you could ever remember.

"Katsu- kugh, ohmygod, I'm gonna ... I'm gonna ..." You grabbed his head and pushed him further into you. He moaned and his hands dug into your thighs as he kept working your swollen cunt.

"Cum for me, baby. Show me how fuckin’ hard y’can cum for me. Lemme see that pretty pussy cum for me." He moved back down and started sucking and licking your clit again, his fingers sliding inside you and hitting that spot you love so much.

Your whole body tensed up and you felt yourself explode all over his fingers and tongue. "Katsuki!!!" You screamed and bucked your hips against his face, chasing your orgasm. You could feel him smiling against your skin as you rode out your pleasure against his face and hands. You didn't know what you were rubbing yourself against but there was no part of you that could stop it from happening.

"G'girl. Fuck, you taste s'good, babe. Kinda diff’rent. More tart. Lemony." He kissed your thigh and then crawled up to kiss you. "Gonna fuck a baby into you now." He smiled down at you, much more sweetly than his intentions actually were and held your legs open so he could slide himself inside you.

"Mmmm, yes ... please, want you … in me." You whined as he started to push himself in. He was big, you were used to it. But tonight you needed a minute or two to adjust to his size. It felt like you were clenching down on him, almost purposely. Making it more difficult for him to push himself entirely inside of you. 

"Jesus fuck, you sure you weren't doing some pussy push-ups r'somethin'? You're so tight, babe. Feels so fuckin' good. But … Jesus."

You couldn't control your laughter at him calling kegel exercises 'pussy push-ups'. It was so stupid, but it made you feel warm and loved that he cared enough to notice things like that. "I've been practicing, yeah." You smirked and he leaned in and kissed you again.

"Good. So fuckin' good. Now, g'na fuck you 'til you can't stand it. I'm gonna cum in that hot pussy and make you the sexiest ma on the face of the planet." He growled against your lips as he started to move inside you.

You lost track of time and your body just reacted to him. He was rough and tender. Everything you needed and more. The two of you singing this song of moans in unison sounded better than any of your favorite songs ever had. His grunts and growls filled the room, as he fucked you harder and harder, so too, did your moaning and muttering of how good he felt get louder.

"Kats ... gonna cum again. Pleasepleaseplease ... you gotta cum first! It w- oh god - it works better if you cum first ... I think! Hurry up!" You wrapped your legs around his waist and pulled him deeper into you. You could feel your walls tightening and pulsating around his cock and it was the most exquisite feeling.

"Bah, fuck, I'm close babe. Gonna fill you up so good. Fuck, gonna fill you up with my cum." He grabbed your legs and pushed them back so your knees were against your chest and your ankles were at his ears. He held onto the back of your legs and pounded into you with all the strength he had left in him.

"Yesyesyes! Katsuki! Cum in me!" You were on the edge of your orgasm and you couldn't hold it at bay any longer. You felt the hot wetness of his seed filling you up and you let yourself go, your pussy clenched around his cock.

He stayed inside you for a minute or two, panting and kissing your forehead. Droplets of sweat fell from his face to yours. It was disgustingly intimate. You had never felt closer to him. Physically or emotionally.

"I love you." He whispered, his breath warm against your skin.

"I love you." You whispered back.

And with that, he rolled off of you and snuggled up against your back, his hand resting on your stomach. The two of you fell asleep a short time later. Still happily tangled up in one another.

The next morning you awoke to Katsuki gently rolling his cock against your ass. You turned your head as best you could to see him, but when you managed to, you saw that he was still fast asleep. It didn't diminish the arousal that began to creep its way through your body, though.

You rolled over and kissed his face, whispering sweet nothings to him as you tried to wake him. "Kaaats, you wanna go again?" Running your hand down his chest and stomach, stopping about halfway down his happy trail, he opened his eyes slowly and gave you a half smile that looked so sexy on him.

"Mornin' babe. Wha' was I doin'?" He asked, looking down at his erection. "Ah. Was havin' a really ... really good dream 'bout you. Wan' me to show ya what we were doin'?" He flopped onto his back and pulled you on top of him so you were straddling his waist. "Y'so fuckin' wet already. Damn woman. You could put out a fire with that pussy. Hm-hm. Let's start one first though, yeah?" His hands dug into the plush of your hips and pushed/pulled you over him.

Your cunt wrapped so perfectly around him made him let out the most guttural of moans that caused you to clench around nothing. But he felt it and moaned again. It was becoming a vicious little cycle: He'd moan, your body would react, so on and so forth.

He pulled you up, grabbing underneath your ass and lifted you so you were hovering just over his cock. You rolled your head forward to look at him as you slid down, putting just the head inside of you.

"Don't be a fuckin' tease." He growled at you and tried to pull you down, his cock twitching at the denial of the possibility of complete envelopment. "Fucking hell, you're so bratty. Gonna make you pay for this," he laughed.

"Sorry, can't hear you over how good just the head of your cock feels while I'm bouncin' on it." You smirked at him as you wiggled your hips side to side.

He reached up and grabbed your neck, pulling you down to him as he thrust up into you. "I said, don't be a fucking tease," he hissed out through a clenched jaw.

You felt your eyes roll back and your body tense up as he filled you completely. It was almost too much to handle. "Katsu ... ki ... ah, fu-ughh, fuck! Don't stop!" You couldn't hold on anymore. You ground your hips against him as you came, your pussy fluttering and gripping his cock so tightly he couldn't help but follow you over the edge.

All of a sudden, you stopped riding out the last waves of your orgasm. Sitting on top of him still, you put your hand over your mouth and you looked down at him with pure panic in your eyes. "Hmph ..." you shook your head when he asked if you were ok. "Hmphhuh," you gagged again. He helped you off of him and all but dragged your post-o, jellied, naked body to the bathroom and lifted the lid on the toilet for you.

"Y'fuckin' sick'er somethin', babe? Got the flu? What the hell's goin' on?" His brows furrowed and he scowled at you. You knew it was out of concern, not frustration.

You shook your head, trying to compose yourself after something so icky. Hating yourself for doing this right now. Right after such an intimate moment. While he was standing there, staring at you. Puking your guts out. Naked. "Don' knoooohhhh fuck, leave, Kats. Get out! Ple-!"

He squatted down next to you and held your hair back with his right hand and rubbed your back with his left. "'M not fuckin' leavin' you. Not for pukin', not for fuckin' nothin'. Y'fuckin' hear me? Better or worse. Sickness and health and all that other shit. Just shut up and finish. 'L be right here for ya."

The amount of fluid that left your face was disgusting. You'd never had such floodgates open like this before. Puking, crying, snot running from your nose. You were an actual mess. But he stood by you through all of it.

"Hey, babe ... d'ya ... ah shit. D'ya think yer pregnant?" Katsuki asked as you stood from the floor, moving slowly toward the sink to wash your face off. The sparkle in his eyes was undeniable. And it killed you that you had to tell him you weren't.

You leaned over the sink, your face in your hands, and started crying. "I ... oh, Kats. I'm ... I'm not. I took a test a couple of days ago. I didn't w-", his hands on your back silenced you. They were, to date, the most important hands in the world to you. They were strong. They were soft and warm and they are all encompassing. If there were any kind of god, you would live out the rest of your days under his hands.

"Why didn't you tell me? I don't want you carryin’ this all by yourself, y/n. What we don't succeed in doing together, we share the hardships and overcome that ... together. I'm so sorry, babe. I'm sorry I was gone for so long. I shouldn'ta left ya for so long." He spoke to you so quietly. Like his words would be the thing that finally throws you over the edge. The thing that finally breaks you.

"Maybe I ate something." You ran your forearm across your dry lips and hobbled back to the bed to bury yourself in the blankets. "I'm sorry, Kats. I'm sorry I didn't tell you. I won't do that again, promise." He walked over to you and sat down on the edge and brushed the hair from your face.

"G'na get you some 7-up 'n a cold washcloth. Be right back, babe." You watched him walk out of the bedroom and turn down the hallway. His butt jiggling ever so slightly. It made you smile. And it made you feel something else.

"The hell ...?" You sat up in bed and realized that you were horny. Again. Katsuki came back a minute later with what he promised you. Something to drink and a cold, wet cloth for you to put on your face. Smiling as he handed you this stuff, you pulled him in close to you and kissed him on the cheek all the way down to his neck.

"Oh, babe. Yer jus' so ... hah. No matter what. Even with your hair matted to your face and your eyes puffy and red. I love you." He leaned over and kissed your forehead.

"Don't say it." You smiled at him. It was almost like you knew what he was going to say. And you couldn't bear to hear it. Not right now. You had no idea where you two stood in that department. You weren't ready to admit that to each other. Not yet. Not right now.

He smiled back and laid down next to you, spooning you from behind. He ran his hand along your waist and stomach, over and over. It was relaxing. And it was a little bit arousing, but you managed to keep yourself at bay. You had just thrown up, after all.

"I'm sorry, Kats. I'm sorry I can't give us the baby we want. I'm sorry I'm so fucking broken." You choked on your words as tears started to well in your eyes. "I'm so sorry."

He shifted behind you and held you tighter. "Babe, you're not broken. 'Sides, who says it ain't me? Maybe we should make a doctors appointment, yeah? Get my count tested and all that shit. Whatcha say?"

You sniffed and wiped your face with the washcloth. It felt good against your hot face. "You - Kats, you'd do that? You'd have your sperm count checked?" Rolling over to face him, you took his face in your hands and held it there while the two of you just stared at each other.

"Fuckin' never said I wouldn't! Course I will. 'F we ever wanna get to the bottom of this, we hafta explore every possibility, right?" He ran a rough finger along your cheek to collect the freshly fallen tears and wipe them on the sheets. You made an ick face at him and he told you to pipe down, they need to be changed anyway after the night you two just had on them.

***

A couple of weeks past and he had his appointment with the fertility specialist where they ran a count on Kats. They called and said his sperm was 'abnormally high and active'. Their exact words were, "We have never seen anything like it in our careers." He didn't shut up about it for 3 days.

This left you in a fog. Surely, you were the reason you two couldn't conceive. It made you feel like absolute shit. No matter what he said to you, it didn't lift the guilt you were trying to carry all on your own. You thought he shouldn't have to hurt when he wasn't the problem. This complex was exhausting you and you could feel yourself slipping deeper into sadness.

You went to the clinic at the end of the day that Friday, the last appointment they had for the week. They drew your blood and told you they would be in touch on Monday or Tuesday about the next step after they had a chance to evaluate the sample for any obvious

It was Saturday morning and you were both sitting on the back porch eating breakfast when your phone rang. "It's the clinic, Kats. You answer. I don't want to talk to them. They probably found a plastic bag where my uterus is supposed to be." You pushed your phone across the little glass tabletop and got up, carrying the dishes into the kitchen to wash them off.

"Yeah babe, on it. Hello? N-no. You're trying to reach Bakugou? Well, shit. Yeah. That's me, I mean ... I'm her husband, Katsuki. Yes! The man with incredible sperm!" He laughed, you cringed. "Wait, what? No, that's not ... I mean ...," his voice got quiet and he got up, walking across the yard to mess with a fence piece.

You watched him out there fiddle with the broken wooden slat and felt your heart breaking into even smaller pieces. "Fuck." You whispered, looking down at the tiny bubbles popping on the soaking dishes. A tear dripped from your chin and landed on your chest, darkening a spot on your gray Dynamight shirt.

Katsuki came walking into the kitchen and came over to you, putting his hands on your shoulders, he turned you to face him. "Hey, ma?" Getting down on his knees, he put his hands on your waist and smooshed his face into your tummy. "Ma?"

"Are you having a fucking stroke or something? What are you doing, dumbass?" You wiped your chin and huffed out a short, insincere laugh. "Kats, what did - what'd they say. Is it me? Am I ..."

"Yes, babe. It's you. It's you … and the little grenade you're carrying. You're ... we're ... having a baby, y/n. You're fuckin' pregnant." He beamed up at you, tears in his wide eyes. 

"It's you, babe. You and me. And … and … and a little us in you. We did it, y/n. We're gonna have a family!"

You covered your mouth with your hands and cried. Not just a few tears, but a full-on ugly cry. You were going to be a mom. Katsuki was going to be a dad. And this was just the beginning of your lives as a family.

"I'm sorry I didn't believe in us. I'm sorry I let myself think for a second that it wouldn't be us. Us. Just us. I'm so happy it's us." You bent over and kissed his forehead. He stood and wrapped you in his arms and you both just stood there letting this new beautiful reality sink in.

The future was yours and yours alone … well, and Kats’ and the babies, of course. 

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[thyme-in-a-bubble]

just get to me in time, okay?

a/n: just reminiscing about 2019 when I was in my hardcore frank era...

warnings: frank castle x nurse!reader, friends to lovers, hurt/comfort, fluff, patching up frank's wounds, blood and gore, kissing, reader has a cat

word count: 1660

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As your cat suddenly jumped off his comfy spot on your belly with his head smooshed beneath the cliche romance novel you were unwinding with this evening, his sudden alertness and the loud meows that accompanied it caused you to put your book down, “hey, what’s up, baby?” you slowly got up from the couch and followed after him though the dim apartment, “we talked about this, Cosmo,” you gently warned the loud exclamations that he released in one of the shadowy corners of your living room, “you talking to the air just makes me think there are ghosts here.”

When he then began to purr, the soothing sound emanating from the darkness was accompanied by a familiar voice, “sorry to interrupt your thrilling Friday night, Y/n.”

“Jesus christ, Frank!” you exclaimed, nearly jumping out of your skin, “you almost gave me a heart attack! Don’t you know how to knock? Or even just use the front door?”

“Sorry,” he stepped into the light, supporting some of his weight on one of your dining room chairs as Cosmo happily rubbed his fluffy body against his heavy boots. 

As the soft light emanating from the tall lamp in the corner illuminated your friend's form, the blood soaking his dark clothes and the bruises across his cheekbone made his intentions for this late-night visit crystal clear, the smile fell from your lips at once.

“And here I was hoping you just felt lonely,” you joked, trying to hide your heavy sigh, “wanted to come by for a game of scrabbled or something,” your feet already carrying you towards your kitchen, you called over your shoulder, “I’ll go get the first aid kit, you know where the bathroom is,” a sentence you had probably said to him about a dozen times by now. 

After retrieving the first aid kit, or more like first aid box with the way you had expanded the contents out of precaution after you began to help Frank, it now no longer fit in the small neat cross marked container, but a bigger clear plastic box you used to store old mementoes in, one that conveniently didn’t fit under your bathroom sink anymore. 

“So, what is it tonight, huh?” you sat it down on the edge of the sink and glanced over at your wounded friend, now situated on the side of the tub. 

Your cat still glued to his side, one of his hands tangled in the soft grey fur behind Cosmo’s ears as the other one worked at shredding his black jacket, “just some idiot with a knife that got a bit lucky,” his breathing got heavy as he struggled with the other sleeve. 

Kneeling down in front of him, you swiftly took over his actions, removing his outerwear the rest of the way for him, “where?”

“Shoulder and a few down here,” he motioned towards the large red stain on his midsection, his fingers already beginning to lift up his t-shirt. 

“Don’t,” you swatted his hand away and lifted yourself up enough to fish a pair of scissors out of the box.

“Oh, come on,” his head tilted to the side as he tried to argue, “I am barely hurt, I can take my shirt off just fine.”

“I know you can,” your face stayed stony, “you can do so many very impressive things, just not right now, tough guy,” as you from the bottom hem began to cut open the black cotton that clung to his skin, “besides, I got you some spare clothes just in case.”

“You didn’t have to do that-”

“Frank, just say thanks,” you sighed, taking the last snip on your journey from the bottom up to the collar, “I basically got them for free anyway with how cheap they were.”

Lifting yourself up more, being momentarily at eye level with him as he watched you slice open the shoulders and peel the fabric off, “thank you, ma'am.”

After thoroughly washing your hands and sliding on a pair of gloves, you took a closer look at his gnarly cuts, gently inspecting his bruised cheek as well to make sure it wasn’t anything else. 

“I don’t have any more of the fun stuff,” you spoke as you fished out the rest of the supplies needed, “but I can offer you some aspirin if you want.” 

“Nah,” his low voice rumbled as you wetted a cotton ball with some saline, “just do it.”

“Alright,” you exhaled and began to dap and clean his wounds, the only indication of pain you received being the uncontrollable twitch his eyes occasionally did as they tracked your movements, washing over his tender flesh and wiping the crimson away. 

“I see this one’s healing quite nicely,” you commented as you caught sight of the newly scabbed over bullet wound that you’d patched up not too long ago, “at least you didn’t go and get yourself shot again, so that’s always something,” you tossed the last of the stained cotton rounds into the sink as your gloved fingers then began to thread the curved needle already clasped in the cold metal of your forceps. 

“Wasn’t hard to mess it up when you patched it up so good,” he watched you, both of his hands now simply resting on the porcelain of the tub, his novelty haven worn off slightly, so Cosmo had freed his good hand and moved on to curling up on the bathmat by the door. 

“You ready?” you asked out of habit before you let the needle pierce his flesh. 

“Yep,” he replied, a series of heavy breaths and low grunts followed suit as you closed up the cuts tainting his already scared abdomen, the muscles tensing slightly underneath your fingers as you did. 

Stoic as ever, Frank took every stitch like the brick wall that he was, not complaining once as his wounds one by one got closed up and then covered with large white bandages. 

As you worked on the last one that luckily missed his collarbone, your sutures slowed down as the storm within your mind grew. Now situated beside him on the edge of the bathtub, it was hard for him not to notice how your bottom lip had begun to tremble. 

“Please don’t-…” he spoke, averting his usually unwavering gaze as you tied off the last knot and cut the thread, “you already know that you can’t tell me anything that will make me stop, so please don’t ask me.”

“Frank, I would never-…” you set the tools down and blinked back at him, honestly slightly offended that he’d even ask you after all of this time, “you know me well enough to be certain that I’d never ask you to change, to stop before-…” shutting your eyes a second, you said, “look, I can do a lot, but I can’t do everything. What happens the day when you stumble in here with something that I can’t just fix, that I don’t have the right means to-…” you let your head momentarily slumped down against the mass of his shoulder, “and if you refuse to let me call an ambulance? Or even worse, if you don’t get here in time, if you don’t get to me, if you go and die on me in some ally somewhere, I just-…” your voice broke as your forehead softly collided with his own, “just get to me in time, okay?” you felt sharp tears sting the corners of your eyes, “come to me even if it’s just a scratch, because as brilliant as you are, I don’t trust those crappy first aid skills of yours one bit,” the essence of a smile accompanied that teasing comment as you blinked up at him once more with glossy eyes, “come to me, because if you don’t, if you get hurt, if you die, and I could have prevented that, then I don’t know how-… how-…” 

Your broken words trailed off as your eyes unintentionally flickered down towards his full lips and before you had time to think, you’d leaned in and crashed your lips against his own. 

He still tasted of blood, though that fact didn’t bother you as much as you’d imagined it would. You felt one of his large palms find the side of your face as his mind eventually caught up and he began to reciprocate the unexpected kiss. As you realised what you were doing, your anxious mind feared the worst and you swiftly tried to back up to apologise for your sudden actions, though the fingers that had travelled to the back of your head and kept you there long enough to let his lightened pecks upon your lips be enough of an answer to soothe your worries. 

“So,” his fingers lingered in your hair a moment longer as you parted ways, “I’m guessing that might have something to do with why you don’t want me dying in an ally somewhere, huh?” 

“Why?” you breathed, biting down on the soft smile that bloomed, “you got a problem with it?”

Disappearing completely in your eyes, he simply shook his head, beaming back at you as if he hadn’t just been through a meat grinder earlier tonight. 

“You know,” you eventually opened your mouth again as his intense gaze sent a shy tingle down your spine, “some patient's mom dropped off a bunch of cookies today,” you stared down at your nervous fingers as they fiddled with the fabric of one of the bulky pockets on the leg of his dark pants, “they were like insanely good, so I kinda smuggled a bunch of them home with me…”

“Oh, yeah?” a small chuckle bubbled within his throat. 

“Yeah…” you kept your gaze away from his as your thumb nervously drummed against his meaty thigh, “just thought that maybe you would like one, just since, you know, you had kinda a rough night, so it only seems fair for you to get a cookie…” 

© 2023 thyme-in-a-bubble 

[owlespresso]

If you’re still accepting prompts, may I humbly submit : “You don’t have to leave, you know” with Yuri!

“You can stay, you know,” Yuri murmurs. You look over at him. Dawn’s first light nudges through the curtains, paints the room eggshell blue, touches the strands of his hair with pearlescent light. You feel newly hatched. Clumsy, clueless little heartbeat beating wings against your ribcage. The blanket is pooled at his waist. He’s all pale and lean, comfy as a cat under the spot of sun.

You’re in the middle of shoving your trousers back on when he beseeches you. Caught red-handed. His cheek is smooshed against the downy pillow, eyelids low and voice soft with slip. But he’s still smiling. A drowsy kind of smile. He’s like an old painting, pale brushstrokes capturing the foggy, ethereal feel of the hour. The last stars twinkle in the milky periwinkle skies. 

You drop your pants for the second time, and march back to the bed like the lucky fool you are, thunking dead onto your side of the mattress.

“I know I can stay. It’s my bedroom. In my house.”

“Yet you’re always so eager to scuttle away the moment I take my eyes off you,” Yuri replies, just as easily. He reaches over, idly runs slender hands up and down your arm. That tender touch ventures to your back, bleeding the tension out of you. “I think I spend more time in here than you do.”

“I’m not running away,” you mumble, cross at his teasing. You settle onto your side. The haze of sleep still clings to his expression, glassy eyes blinking slow as he takes you in.

“Mhm,” he sounds horribly unconvinced. “Sorry. I’m not sure what else to call it when you wait until you think I’m asleep to sneak out of bed.”

“I just thought—” you splutter, suddenly mortified. How many times has he pretended to be asleep? How many times has he witnessed you stumble around the room like a newborn foal, plucking your clothes off the floor and off the bedpost and off the chair by the window? “I just though you might want some space.” You shove your face into the sheets. Your hand rests palm flat on the space between you.

“Mmh. Did I say or do anything to give you that impression?” he asks, suddenly thoughtful.

“No. I just—I mean, you see me almost every day. It’s probably good to give you a break, y’know? So you don’t get sick of me,” you say, as wryly as you possibly can. Better a half-truth than outright admitting your own insecurities, admitting just how much stock you put into his opinion of you.

“I’ve spent the past two years following you around like a lost mutt. Do you really think I would do that for someone I could ever possibly get sick of?” he looks at you incredulously. “Saint Seiros, you’re dense.” He sounds utterly bemused, but his hand settles atop of yours to pin it to the mattress. He interlaces your fingers. You smother your face into the sheets.

“Well, sorry! It’s not like I can read your mind!” you grumble, increasingly mumbled.

“Then c’mere and read my lips,” Yuri yoinks you from your hiding spot with a hand between your shoulder blades. He nudges you onto your back with devastating ease, smooth as silk in the way he slots a thigh between your legs. “I’m obsessed with you. Have been ever since you fell face-first into the Abyss.”

You grimace at the reminder of the incident. The loose, rotting floorboards of a particularly disused shed gave way. You would have wound up a splatter on the floor of the Abyss’s arena had Balthus not been there to catch you. 

“Don’t go anywhere,” Yuri presses his lips to your chin, and then to your cheeks, retaining your attention with practiced finesse. Not that he ever has to try very hard. “And listen really close, because I’m not good at saying this kind of thing.”

“I need you. I want you. I don’t know what I would do if you ever left me,” Yuri smoothes himself atop of your prone form, palms sliding up your forearms to pin both hands to the sheets. “Do you understand?” he murmurs against your jaw, placing kisses there too. Lips warm and smooth.

You manage a scandalized squawk, heat flooding your cheeks. That seems to mollify him.

[abilouwrites]

WHY DONT YOU SIT RIGHT DOWN

AND STAY A WHILE

(Reader is depicted as white)

It was unusual for him to find himself infatuated with a person, let alone a woman. But a southern one was.. simply unheard of. Especially from him, sun kissed skin with a golden hue to it. A brunette with sun bleached hair. Not in the hero course but a general studies. Short legs that have a burn to the back of them, but it doesn’t look like she minded that much anyways.

It’s strange to see a new face halfway through the year, but she’s butterflied her way into his friend group. Bright and beamy and smelling like a wild-poppy. Quickly enamoring his friends, Uraraka and her tightly holding her hand as they face the lunch line. All smiles and beams as they plop down, the girl from the sunshine state smooshed against him, “‘m so sorry-“ she apologizes, “I always end up against you, I really hope you don’t mind”

It’s hard to mind when the girl of sunshine and bbq is squeezed against him, and her bare thigh pressed against his clothed thigh, their elbows touching every now and again, “I find it no trouble at all” he smiles softly as she pulls out her chips, opening them and placing them in the middle. Having no mind when Uraraka takes a few, nor when Midoriya or Todoroki do.

She smiles and looks over at him, leaning against him just a fragment of an inch. A sign of trust, that the butterfly has made her own land, her own people, “geez I’m so tired after math, and I’m not even done with the day..” Uraraka looks worried, an eyebrow raised as Todoroki speaks

“Maybe you should stop staying up so late to watch those sad animes. I hear you crying” he speaks, slowly and refined. Accusatory but gentle. Iida can feel her shrug against him.

“I keep telling you to watch them, ‘Nana’ is my favorite. It makes me cry each time” He can feel her giggle next to him as she slouches more and more, “maybe, honestly I’m just homesick”

“Why would you be homesick? I mean I understand it but UA is pretty great?” Midoriya remarks. The girl simply shrugs again and brings her knees to her chest.

“I miss my bed, and my friends and.. I miss my mom. And my dog.. and my cats. Jesus I even miss my chickens” A teardrop falls, smudging the mascara, “I fucked hated those chickens”

Iida shifts his arm, using it to console the girl who’s about to cry, “I’m sorry y/l/n. If you’d like you can go back to the dorms?” He offers but she sits up-right and lifts the tears that have collected on her eyelashes.

“No. I’ll finish today” she shakes her head, not minding Iidas arm around her shoulders, “are you guys willing to do a movie night?”

“I can’t.. it’s uh my moms birthday” Midoriya looks apologetic, “if I finish early I’ll come”

“But it’s a weekend and you all have families you want to go home to” she adds.

“I’ll watch a movie with you”

“Really?”

Iida doesn’t expect to find himself here, against the girl of his dreams. The girl who’s fast asleep against him. Laid on her stuffed bed with too many pillows and weird figures decorating her window staring at him.

He’s not uncomfortable, he’s more than comfortable with her head pressed against his chest, her leg against his abdomen and the tips of her hair tickling his nose. But it’s suffocating. Watching the girl he loves regret coming home here. Witnessing her laptop full of flights back home, the cheapest.

She sleeps soundly, eyes flickering behind closed lids, little jerks from her arms. A side of her he’d never seen, a side of the butterfly that shows her weakness. The exhaustion that seeps through her drooping wings. A tiredness that exists but will never fade. A sickness that never fades until at its orgin.

“Don’t go. Don’t leave. I want you to stay.”

[variousqueerthings]

fascinated that in toeing the line of "the doctor both is and is not asexual, and because the show is ostensibly sexier now there should be imagery of especially david tennant and various women (shockingly no men with ten) smooshing lips," it means that the doctor only ever instigates a kiss when it's got some scifi-type reason behind it, even starting with nine removing the time vortex from rose.

so only counting lip-to-lip contact for a second here*:

jack kisses the doctor (the parting of the ways)

nine removes the time vortex from rose (the parting of the ways)

cassandra kisses the doctor (new earth)

madame de pompadour kisses the doctor (the girl in the fireplace)

jackie kisses the doctor (army of ghosts)

the doctor leaves a DNA print on martha (smith and jones)

martha gives the doctor cpr (smith and jones)

john smith kisses joan (human nature)

astrid kisses the doctor (voyage of the damned)

the doctor kisses astrid goodbye as she dies (voyage of the damned -- only instigation on the doctor's part of any kiss)**

donna shocks the doctor out of being poisoned (unicorn and the wasp)

christina de souza kisses the doctor in planet of the dead and is overall very flirtatious at him in a way that almost feels like idk. an anti-romance plot. it's like everything that came before (and tbh... also amy and river song) in terms of "sexy" doctor-and-companion tension is lampshaded and made a bit silly. I don't know if this is just because the actress and dtennant have minus chemistry, but it's very funny that this is the final flirting + kiss and it's so very... "shrug, you're not going to be my companion, okay, goodbye"

*I think the only time the doctor even jokingly talks about kissing is in dalek's of manhatten, when martha and bby andrew garfield/frank have been captured and the doctor arrives. martha expresses her relief, and the doctor says something along the lines of: "well, you can kiss me later. you too frank, if you want." this is to diffuse a very scary/tense situation

**I tend to read the astrid final kiss as a kindness/comfort rather than romantic interest or sexual interest. because she is dying. and she kissed the doctor earlier, and is very scared

but wait! tentoo and rose were really going at it, you say! tentoo is part human/specifically human in a donna sense. tentoo is also super up for settling down and having a monogamous relationship, which isn't exactly the doctor's style in any regeneration. so yeah.. tentoo is another part of the tightrope, just like john smith. change the doctor into someone who is almost-but-not-quite the same, enough plausible deniability and voila, it's almost like the doctor is kissing someone, but crucially, the doctor still Is Not. in tentoo's case, the doctor is in fact watching it happen with a somewhat despondent look, before turning and leaving without waiting for rose to say goodbye. because, youknow. canonically the doctor cannot give rose what she wants (because he's not alloromantic/allosexual because he's an immortal alien) so it's better just to leave

lastly flirting: the doctor does flirt, but not often. the most flirtatious the doctor gets outside of above kissing line is when jack briefly joins nine and rose, and I'd call that the jack-contagion (affectionately, it's a good thing). ten, actually, flirts... less. comparably. (and hilariously is annoyed that jack flirts so much around him) a bit with rose in christmas invasion and new earth, but apart from the "sexy" wink, not very overtly. I mean, maybe I'm very ace, but I think they do banter rather than flirting. the one time the doctor interprets something as flirting that funnily enough isn't is when rose is talking to a cat. the doctor similarly gets flirted at (madame de pompadour, shakespeare code, martha several times, health and safety, silence of the library) but doesn't tend to enjoy it or often even notice it

[dewdropreader]

Seven Sentence Sunday Monday

Tagged by the lovely @lgwilt this week, as well as many other wonderful people in the past few weeks (please keep tagging me yall, I love reading stuff from everyone and even when I don’t have something to share I love being tagged so that when I do have something it inspires me to post!)

I FINALLY have some more written for With You Through the Storms (aka the cat fic). I wrote a snippet for it months ago for a bit that falls way later in the chapter, but have been struggling to get started and get that momentum despite having an outline but recently was able to get it started! So here’s an unedited snippet of the start of the chapter 💖 (also this is technically 8 sentences, whoops)

Mobius has been entangled with Loki before, but as he awakes the next morning, he thinks Loki has achieved a personal best for how much he can be attached to Mobius without smothering him.

Mobius is sprawled on his back, and Loki is on top of him, one leg hooked under Mobius' ankle and the other pulled up so Loki's knee is smooshed into Mobius’ hip. Loki’s whole chest presses tightly into Mobius’, and of course Loki’s arms are hooked tight around his torso. Mobius wonders if being a god makes him immune to the pins and needles of body parts falling asleep. He hopes so, or Loki’s arms are going to be jelly when he moves.

And speaking of moving, he loathes to move from this little slice of wonder, bathed in the peaceful afterglow, but his bladder wants to betray him.

“Loki,” Mobius whispers. His own arms are wrapped around Loki, hands spread across the cool skin of his taut back.

I’m late and likely double tagging but I’ll still tag a few anyways! @insert-witty-user-name-here @starport-seven-five @mirilyawrites @dreamycloud @loki-is-my-kink-awakening

And anyone else who is late like me but still wants to share something!

[bitchsister]

yoyo 😟❤️ i miss eyy so much. i love the curtis bucky and gale that you created. i can only reread chapters sporadically because i love them but they make me so sad. please let eyy bucky and gale dp curtis ❤️❤️ for me… your biggest fan

Okay. OkAYY okay… because they deserve it. And so do you 🫶🏼🫶🏼

🚩: dp. But you knew that

ONCE AGAIN. Edited very quickly as I’m posting this before I literally sprint out of my house & break traffic laws to get to work on time 😭🫶🏼🫶🏼

The ending is @swifty-fox fault!!!!! Not mine!!!!

Rome meant more privacy. Rome meant more time together. Rome meant no impending doom, at least not for a couple days. Rome meant they could play pretend — they could be who they wanted, even if sometimes it felt like they were school kids playing house.

It hardly mattered. Such are the realities of war, of being so far away from home. Any semblance of love and affection wasn’t followed by a careful reminder that they weren’t safe, that they could be spotted.

Behind a locked door in their own apartment is where the three of them existed the same way they would in a dream.

Curt took advantage of this, of course.

He strut around naked whenever he could. He’d parade himself around, fold his washed clothes he’d unclipped from the clothesline in his little tight briefs. He’d take naps in the sweltering heat on their balcony, not a care in the world as to who might spot him.

“Should we wake ‘em?” Gale murmured, a click in his throat when he swallowed.

Curt had fallen asleep on the couch, his towel shucked off of his body from his shower and there he lay, naked and growing harder by the second once he’d turned on his side, his hips rutting against a cushion ever so slightly.

“Dunno.” Bucky murmured, a cigarette between his teeth whilst he watched, free hand thumbing at Curt’s tags around his neck that burned against his flesh. “Fun to watch, ain’t it?”

Gale huffed a chuckle through his nostrils, poking at the grapefruit in front of him with his spoon mindlessly, eyes locked on Curt whose cheeks had gone red just like they did when he was conscious and showing himself off, fingers gripping a nearby pillow, but hardly.

“Think he’s gonna make a mess like this?”

Bucky shook his head.

“Can’t finish.” He looked at Gale who’d grown so flustered. It was almost cute. “Remember?”

“Ah,” Gale clicked his tongue and nodded, scrunching his nose as he scolded himself for forgetting. “Needs us to finish first.” Another laugh forced its way out of him, his spoon heaped with sour citrus and honey shoved into his cheek.

“Think that still applies when he’s sleepin’?”

Gale shrugged. “Guess there’s only one way to find out.”

So, they watched. And watched. It was slow and painful until Curt’s hips found a sleepy rhythm, cock between his belly and the itchy fabric of the loveseat he fit just perfectly upon as he whimpered and groaned, cheek smooshed against the couch while he slept.

“Sounds close.” Gale shrugged, listening to his ragged breaths as a distant church bell tolled in the piazza. Riposso. Shops closed for cat naps or cappuccinos, opening again later in the afternoon — the world around them seemed to still in a split moment.

All that was left was this.

It almost felt like watching a horse race, Gale thought. The same ones his father would place losing bets upon.

“Bet you he won’t.”

Gale didn’t make bets; but this time, he would make an exception.

“Bet you he will.”

Lips tugged into a smirk, Bucky reached his hand across the table for Gale to shake. “What will it be then, Cleven?”

“I want the jam Ruthie sent you.”

Bucky gasped. “The orange?”

“Mhm,” Gale grinned, shoving his spoon into his grapefruit again. “The orange.”

“Fine.” Bucky huffed, eyes trained on Curt again. “I want that maple leaf patch you got from that Canuck at the Cellar.”

Gale groaned, shaking his head with a sigh — quickly, he’d been reminded why he never made bets to begin with. “That’s foul.” He shoved another spoonful into his mouth, mostly honey that time. “Fine.”

Hands were shook in a done deal, eyes flickering back to watch Curt again who rut himself against couch cushions and the air, muttering something as he slept, too quiet to be heard all the way across the room from the dining table where they sat.

“What do you think he’s thinkin’ about?”

Gale shrugged in response, flicking the rind of his grapefruit into the trash. “Can only hope it’s not Hambone or somethin’,” he joked, though he could hardly ignore the way his trousers had tightened as his cock stiffened.

Bucky blew smoke from his nostrils as he chuckled, “Or Chickadee.”

It’d become louder, the moaning. His hips faster, but still sleepy and uncoordinated. His lips were parted, his overgrown curls falling in front of his closed eyes while he whined, “Galey.”

Like he’d been picked out of an audience to get up onto a stage, Gales posture stiffened as if a spotlight had shone itself right onto him. His cheeks flushed as he bit his tongue that held the lingering flavor of honey, cheeks hallowed when he sucked on it.

Bucky didn’t say a word — his gaze trailed from a desperate and very much asleep Curtis to a floundering Gale who didn’t know how to be the center of attention, especially when it’s that of a wet dream.

“Fuck— Bucky.”

A sudden and very welcomed sense of relief washed over him once Curt had uttered a name that was not his own, relieved to feel the intensity of the spotlights glare dim a little once it was spread onto John who sat back in his chair, his thighs spread as he lit another cigarette. “We’re lucky men, you know.” He looked over at Gale again, a smirk playing his lips.

“I —“ Gale’s line of sight flickered toward his kit where the letters he’d gotten from Marge lived, and then back at Bucky again. “I know.”

“I know you know.”

Gale swallowed.

“Do you think Curt knows?”

“Knows what?”

“Y’think that Curt knows that I know that you know?”

The bell tolled again in the piazza, Gale’s shoulders scrunching when he jumped at the sound. “I can’t think right now.” The admission came effortlessly, since he was sure as much was obvious and perhaps that was precisely the reason Bucky was fucking with his head.

“I know.”

Gale groaned, “know what?”

Bucky stood to round the table, standing behind the chair Gale sat in to lean down and whisper to him, “I know.” It cleared up nothing, but the gentle ghost of his breath against Gales neck made him shiver. “I know you inside and out, Buck.” His lips might as well be touching Gales skin, the shivers running down his spine electrifying. “I know you better than you know you — you’re a part of me, after all.”

A voice hardly audible, a breath sucked in before it. “I know.” Gale turned slightly, hoping to catch Bucky’s gaze but he failed miserably.

“Look at our honey,” Bucky placed his fingers on the nape of Gale’s neck, urging him to watch Curt without turning away. “You think he needs some help?”

The bet. The bet. Gale’s forgotten about the bet.

“Mhmm..”

The sound of boots thumping to the floor and trousers being unzipped came from behind him, eyes locked on the little sticky mess Curt had made beneath his bellybutton with his own excitement, wherever his imagination had taken him.

“And,” Bucky pulled his shirt over his head, discarding it over the kitchen tiles. “You think we should help him, hm?”

“Mm… Mhmm..”

Bucky strut himself over to the couch, just a pair of long legs and the sound of Curt’s tags jingling against his chest. “C’mere, you sweet little thing.” He gently pulled Curt up from his spot, waking him only halfway as he slipped beneath his body, Curt lying over his chest instead. “Havin’ a nice little dream, huh?”

Curt’s eyes peeped open, his head lifted from Bucky’s chest slowly to blearily look around the room. “I dunno,” he whispered, brows furrowed with what looked like annoyance. “Woke me up from it.”

He soaked up the rest of the details — his throbbing cock, his thighs that vibrated, the wet mess he’d made over his belly. “M’sorry,” Bucky pushed Curt’s damp waves away from his eyes, “Would ya rather go back to dreamin’? Don’t need the real thing, do ya? Wanna make a mess all over the couch all on your own.”

“No — I-“ Curt rubbed his sleepy eyes, cheeks burning red as he sighed and sat up to straddle Bucky’s waist, looking around the room again as his eyes began to adjust. “Galey,” he blinked, “What is he talkin’ about?”

Gale once again felt the spotlights warmth, harsh and scorching like the suns rays on beach days — instead of speaking, he stood up and walked to the couch, bending down to press a kiss to his forehead and then his cheeks, his chin, his eyebrows, even.

Whilst Gale took care of the kisses, Bucky used that time to gather some of the moisture from Curt’s belly and use it to tease his hole, fingers pushed in right to the knuckle. One at first, and then two — already, he was coming undone.

Eyes closed, whimpers spilling out of him as he rocked his hips back against Bucky’s fingers. “I had a dream that,” Curt gasped softly, gripping onto a couch cushion for stability as Bucky fucked him open with his fingers. “That I had both of you in me. And it felt so good,” he leaned his head back, catching Gales lips with his own. “I never felt nothin’ like that.”

“Too little.” Gale shook his head, certain they’d split him right in half if they dare try anything so absurd sounding. “Wouldn’t that hurt you?”

Curt shook his head, hand wrapping around the back of Gales neck to lick into his mouth. “You worry too much.” He whispered, a gasp following once Bucky replaced his fingers with his cock. “Nothin’ can hurt me.”

“Right,” Gale pulled away, tugging his shirt over his head, his pants pooled around his ankles. “Forgot.”

A dog barks in the distance. A rooster crows, though it’s well into the afternoon — Bucky finds it odd, but he can’t focus on anything other than the feeling of Curt around him, so soft and warm. “Can try it.” Bucky whispered, his hands reaching behind Curtis to spread his cheeks and guide him further onto his cock.

Curt was already stuffing his throat with Gales cock before another world could be spoken — nice and wet for whenever Buck decided to stop worrying about shattering Curt like an expensive piece of China.

It wasn’t long before Gale could hardly contain himself. “M’gonna come if you keep it up, darlin’.” He whispered which had forced Curt to back off of him with an a loud pop, wet lips dribbling down his chin and he grinned.

“Much as I love the way you taste, Galey, I’m tryin’ to make my dreams come true.”

A position redirection was needed and so Curt straddled Bucky’s waist once he sat up, sinking back onto his cock with a subtle hiss through his teeth. “C’mon,” Bucky whispered to Gale, position re-adjusted again so Curt was between them, pliant and already a little ditzy looking. “See if he can take it.”

And, he did.

There were a couple frustrated groans here and there. Another readjustment, and then another. Even a muttering from Gale who wanted to throw in the towel. “Too little, baby. I told you — it’s-“

“Shut up.”

“Ok.”

When Gale finally managed to slip his cock in with Bucky’s, he gasped. The sensation was unlike anything he’d ever felt — so warm, and so tight.

A rhythm was found once Curt had adjusted, taking deep breaths and swapping sloppy kisses with both of them until he began to rock his hips, his chest heaving with stuttered breaths once he’d bottomed out on both of them, blue eyes fluttering behind heavy lids and forced to focus. “Faster,” he begged, a stream of tears rolling down his cheeks. “Fuck me. Please — I can take it, i — I promise”

Bucky lead the way, his hips rutting upward into Curt which had forced Gale to match his pace, their cocks in tandem slamming into Curt who was falling apart, a hand clamped over his mouth to conceal the squeals, the moans, the whines and whimpers. “Look at you,” John could hardly believe his eyes — his angel, his pretty baby. “Just like your dream, ain’t it?”

Curt could hardly form words, let alone remember any. A mess of his own drool, fluttering crossed eyes, a body that was no longer his own.

“I— I’m gonna,” Gale huffed softly, cheeks red, his blonde hair damp with sweat with a heaving chest. “I’m gonna come, Bucky.” His breath quickened, “I can’t — fuck — “

A scorching warmth fizzled into Curt’s belly who sobbed into his hands, the feeling so euphoric he trembled. “Gimme it,” Curt grabbed Bucky’s jaw, spit dribbling from his lips and into John’s mouth, a sloppy kiss followed just after. “Galey — I feel it in my belly —“

A howl came from nearby, too close to be coming from outside.

The familiar scent of freshly spun hay replaced the musky and so fucking addictive smell of them, the thick wet tongue of a Husky that lapped against his cheek to wake him as it did every morning.

John’s eyes cracked open, his heart racing in his chest when he pulled his sheets away to find he’d ruined his underwear. “Christ, Angel.” He mumbled, sitting up slowly to rub his eyes, eyeing the picture he kept of the three of them at his bedside. “Gale. Ya owe me your Maple Leaf, buddy.”

He slung his tired legs over the edge of his bed, the picture he talked to more often than anyone else held in his hands whilst Meatball did circles in front of him, ecstatic that his best friend had finally woke up. “I’d do anything to be where you are.” He looked at them. Their smiles, their eyes that held so much promise of a safe return. A life they’d live together. “I’d do anything.”

[shy-urban-hobbit]

Lambert groaned as he became aware of every single body part hurting, throbbing in time to his heartbeat. His ears and nose feeling like they were stuffed with cotton, same as they always did after a healing sleep. He tried to sit up and immediately regretted it, letting out a strangled “Fuck.” accompanied by a whimper he would deny until his dying breath.

A hand stilled him, accompanied by a firm but gentle, “Lay back, Pup.”

 Vesemir.

He opened his eyes to be met with the face of his mentor hovering over him, blocking out most of the light from the sconces by the door (Lambert wasn’t sure if that was intentional or not but either way, his sensitive eyes were very grateful).

“What happened? Last thing I remember is being smacked into the wall by one of those Deathless Bitch’s...things.”  

Vesemir hummed in agreement, “Smacked you pretty good too. You’ve been out for three days.”

Lambert balked. Three days?

“Voleth Meir’s been dealt with, although not without cost.”

Lambert felt the grief he thought he’d finally buried after Eskel rise again, “How many?”

“Don’t worry about that now.” The older Witcher rested a hand briefly on top of Lambert’s curls. A gesture which he’d rarely used since Lambert was a boy (mainly because the stubborn pup would wrench his head out of the way with a snarl). “We moved them to the lab. We didn’t want to lay anyone to rest properly until everyone was able to say goodbye.”

Lambert heard what the other wasn’t saying loud and clear: Until we knew if you’d be joining them or not.

“Ciri and Geralt are both fine, as is the witch and that bard of theirs. He’ll definitely be glad to hear you’re awake, he’s half convinced himself you’re already dead after taking that hit for him.”

Lambert grunted, “Just didn’t want Geralt to be even more insufferable ‘cos his pet human got smooshed.”

“Of course.”

“... Aiden?”

Vesemir’s expression remained annoyingly impassive as he nodded towards the far corner of the room and Lambert felt a swell of relief. The stuffiness in his ears had prevented him from hearing the others heartbeat but there was his Cat. Long limbs scrunched awkwardly as he balanced on the seat of Lambert’s worn chair. Face buried in the crook of his arm and seemingly dead to the world.

“Protective thing. Fought like something from the depths of hell when you went down, making sure nothing else came near you and hasn’t left your side since they bought you in here. Coen had a job trying to get him to eat and Triss had to cast a small enchantment so he’d actually rest and stop wearing a hole in the floor.”

Lambert snorted. That sounded about right.

“I’ll admit, I had my doubts about letting him stay when you dragged him up here with you. I was convinced that this apparent friendship was some sort of long con and I’d end up finding at least one of you with your throat slit thanks to him. But after seeing the way the two of you work together, fight together. I was wrong.”

Lambert had died. Lambert had died and Vesemir admitting he was wrong about something was his reward.

“You truly care about each other, don’t you.”

Lambert furrowed his brow, “Of course we do. You just said it, we’re friends.”

“Just friends?”

Lambert was prevented from answering by a sleepy sounding chirrup from the corner.

“Lam?” Aiden stared over at him with wide eyes and sleep mussed hair.

Lambert attempted a grin, “Well, don’t you look shit?”

Lambert didn’t even see the other move. Just heard the chair clatter against the stone floor as it fell onto it’s side, followed by hands cupping his face and lips firmly on his. Lambert started to try and deepen it before remembering his mentor was stood right there and letting Aiden pull away.

“Don’t you ever scare me like that again, you arsehole.” Aiden hissed, his relieved scent mingling with his angry tone before he buried his face in the others neck. Either oblivious to or ignoring Vesemir.

“I’ll leave you two alone, someone needs to let the others know you're awake. Aiden, make sure he doesn’t overdo it.”

Lambert almost choked on air when he felt the Cat breathe out something which might have been “No promises.” Against his throat as the older Wolf left the room.

“The fuck’s got into you?” Lambert asked, wrapping an arm gingerly around the others back, “You’ve seen me banged up worse than this.”

He wasn’t expecting Aiden to look close to tears as he pulled away to look at him, “You weren’t moving.”

“What do you mean?”

“You. Weren’t. Moving, Lambert.” Aiden sprang to his feet and proceeded to start pacing backwards and forwards along the length of the bed, “Three days and not so much as a finger twitch. The only proof that you were even still alive was your heartbeat and I was scared, alright? I was scared to stop listening for it. I was scared if I got distracted for even a minute, you’d slip away without me even noticing. I was scared you were going to-“

He stopped and looked down at Lambert helplessly, the Wolf gently gripped the Cats wrist, “Scared I was going to what, Aiden?”

“I was scared you were going to leave me.”

“C’mere.” Lambert gave the wrist he was holding a gentle tug, mildly surprised when Aiden resisted, looking uncertain.

“You’re still hurting, I can smell it.”

 “And? I’m not looking at re-enacting any of the smut we found in that Alderman’s office that time, for fucks sake. Just lay down with me. Got to be comfier than the chair.”

Aiden allowed himself to be pulled down onto the mattress, head resting on Lambert’s chest as he was held in a loose hug.

“Not going anywhere, ok.” Lambert pressed a kiss to the top of Aiden’s head, “At least, not before I find out how you kiss when Vesemir isn’t watching.”

“In my defence, I just spent three days thinking you were going to die any minute. Oh gods, he’s not going to try and warn me off is he?”

“No chance. You playing guard dog appears to have convinced him you’re not here to steal any remaining Wolf school secrets and murder us in our sleep.”

Aiden gave a laugh which quickly turned into a yawn, “Speaking of-”

Aiden looked shyly up at Lambert, who rolled his eyes, “What’s that look for? We’ve shared beds before.”

“Yes, but this is your bed.”

Lambert tightened his hold and pressed a slow, chaste kiss to Aiden’s lips as he felt his own exhaustion creeping back up on him, “Want you here. Now, sleep.”

Aiden gave a happy hum as he snuggled down, placing his ear over Lambert’s heart.

“Staying right here.” Lambert muttered as he drifted off into sleep.

[pro-mammonologist]

Congrats on 500!! You’re super cool and deserve all the followers <3 🥳

for the celebration, how abt clingy/sleepy/affectionate MC not wanting to let mammon out of bed one morning?

Mammon stretched and yawned, careful to not disturb the person sleeping next to him. Before reaching for his DDD to check the time, Mammon looked at their sleeping face, amused by their parted lips and face smooshed by the pillow. He lifted his body slowly, knowing that if he made too much noise, he’d wake you. He knew he needed to run to the store before you got up, he wanted to spend the whole day with you and doing annoying errands wasn’t on the schedule.

Mammon slowly lifted the covers, blanket, then another blanket, then the sheets. He slid one leg out and then followed with his other leg. All that was left was to get up and—

A hand snatched his wrist. You rubbed your eyes and groaned. “Mammon, where are you going?” You mumbled, stretching and making a cute little cat-like noise that made his heart soften.

“I just gotta go get some stuff.” He answered, turning to look at you who was currently staring him down.

“No.”

“No?” Mammon was taken aback. You moved and wrapped your arms around his chest and pulled him down. He started to laugh. “What’s up with you?”

“You don’t get to leave. I want you here, in the bed, holding me, and covering my face with kisses. You got that?”

Mammon thought that was one of the most adorable things he had ever heard. He wanted to oblige desperately, seeing your cute face pouty and your hair stuck up in places it definitely shouldn’t practically sold it for him.

“I want to, but I need to get this stuff done so we can be together all day.” He told you, even though he was actively repositioning himself in the bed so that he’d be laying while facing you. “I wanna have fun.”

You forcibly put the covers back on his body. “Well we can have fun!” You snuggled up to his chest and rubbed your head across him like a cat. “But I wanna cuddle first.”

Mammon’s heart was racing and he was at a loss for words. You were so damn cute that he had lost all the will to rise from the bed, especially with the way you were running your fingers up and down his side, and the way you placed little kisses on his collarbone and chest, and also the the way you draped your legs across his. Mammon placed a kiss to the top of your head and wrapped his arms around you. What was the point in getting up so early when you were still a sleepy, happy mess just eager to be with him? Yeah, the damn store can wait. Whether Lucifer told him to do it or not.

[skyliv]

i liked that touch starved idea,, cuz me too, nd it’s always fun to think abt

but also let’s make it both of them

@h0t-p1nk-ch33tah-pr1nt hello bro

A cat laid curled on Hobie’s lap, a little grey tabby that purred and kneaded against his jeans. His focus was on it, and he didn’t dare to move his high boots from the ottoman they rested on. The kitten pressed itself into every movement of his hand, smooshing its nose between his fingers and ticking his palm with its whiskers. He felt his eyes closing, but he wouldn’t let himself, so he rubbed the cat behind the ear and hummed to himself.

Being Spider-Man is tough work, and this wasn’t even much of a break, he was just stopping by a friend’s place to check up. His spiked mask laid under his arm, across the armrest of the dark couch. His friend in question should be getting back from work, he had alerted her of his visit earlier, but she may be tired.

A few more minutes pass, and he isn’t even bothered to survey the living room, as the kitten has already fallen asleep. He sighs softly, before the doorknob wiggles. She’s here. The cat wakes up with a start when the door opens, its ears perking up and its fur puffing out.

Kathryn practically stumbled in, her eyes half lidded and her movements tired. Hobie sits up quickly, sending the cat scrambling off his lap. Kath’s expression quickly slips to shock, and she gasps quietly.

“Hobie?” She whispered.

He stood, his brows high and his lips curling into a small smile. “There’s my cat!” He laughs, being sure to keep his voice down for her sake. Sure, she quit the Osborn position, but the days she had to be out were far too long, he just wished he could be there.

Kathryn's lips press together, and her brows knit together as she stepped forward. Once, then twice, and then she practically bounds into the Spider’s arms. She is a bit shorter, and she has to avoid the spikes of his vest, but she embraces him tightly. That surprised him, understandably, and for as rigid as his build was he froze up even more.

“God I hate those people…” Kathryn mumbles against the denim vest.

“I don’t see why y’don’t ditch that place already.” His answer is firm, and a bit smug, but the Cat doesn’t listen. She’s too focused on the feeling of his chest moving beneath her, the rumbling of his honeyed voice from his throat.

Well, being a cat now, she noticed a lot more things, and took a lot less for granted. Hobie brought a hand from her back to the back up her head, his fingers splaying through her hair. He scratches ever so slightly, like he did to the cat that now lays curled up on the ottoman.

And just like that, Kath seems to melt into him, a long breath leaving her. She never had this, never had someone to fall into, to just stand with. Hobie isn’t complaining, as his expression softens and he chuckles quietly.

“Atta girl…” He mutters under his breath, a simple phrase that causes Kath to finally smile.

“Oh, whatever.” She whispers back, bringing her hands behind him up some, and lifting her face to meet his. Her sharper teeth seem to shine in the lamplight, and Hobie just laughs again. “What? I thought you’d be used to hugs!”

The Spider ruffles Kath’s hair again, and he’s failing to hold back how happy she makes him. “Mmh, no, never with you.”

Kath’s smile grows, and she squeezes the hug tighter, causing Hobie to nearly lose his balance.

Neither one of them wanted to let go, they did have work to do, but that could wait. Hobie’s hand that was on Kath’s head is pulled back, and he hesitated for the slightest moment before placing it on the crook of her neck. When he smiles again, his nose scrunches a little, and he lets her pull him closer. “‘Could never get too used to my favorite cat.”