#no one’s booping me back sniff

[kittynette]

Chat Noir would boop me back

[yoditopascal]

Sweetest Pie

summary: The Worst Logan isn’t so bad after all. (logan/wolverine x fem black reader)

content warning: Wade is your best friend that’s a warning all on its own, some angst (like literally the tiniest bit) cussing, mutual pining, making out, smut, oral (f receiving), fingering, p in v, dirty talking? (I’m so bad at writing it lmaoo), creampie, actual pie, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it fellas), dacryphilia, post DP&W, breaking the bed, scent kink, overstimulation, he technically sniffs your underwear??, Deadpool being Deadpool, MINORS DNI

a/n: The Sweetest Pie by Megan the Stallion is playing in the background while y’all fuck, that’s all.

tag list: @allmyn1ghts @figsnpassionfruits @dragonqueen89 @shebby-the-webby

Ducking down out of the way, Wade just barely makes it out of the line of fire as a glass mug hits the wall behind him, shattering on impact.

“You wanna run that by me again bub?”

“That was my favorite mug!”

“Repeat what you fucking said!” He snarls, hand balled into tight fists, it’s taking everything in his power not to maul the idiot with his claws….again

“All I said was you're more pent up than a nun doing squats in a cucumber field!” Wade said looking back at the wall, there was already a dent forming, one of many that had been popping up since the older mutant had decided to move in with him.

It's been 3 months since Logan started living with Wade and Blind Al and he’s about fucking had it. Laura had moved out after the first month, needing her own space, but she still frequently visited, he honestly was tempted to join her but figured she wouldn’t want her old man around all the time cramping her style.

Logan could feel a headache coming on as he pinched the bridge of his nose as Wade spoke again.

“You, my little honey badger, are lacking in the hanky panky department and no amount of self loving in the bathroom mirror at midnight is gonna fix that.”

“What the fuck does that even mean?” He asked, sometimes he felt like instead of forming actual sentences Wade just put a bunch of random shit together so he could hear himself speak.

“Oh my gooood you’re so old, I’m talking about sex grandpa, you know, fucking? The horizontal hula? Bumping uglies? Filling the cream donut?”

“Stop.” Logan said with a look of disgust.

“I can smell your sexual frustration from here.” Wade groaned. “You need to spend a little less time brooding around the house like you're a DC character, and maybe spend a little more time doing hot yoga.” He was as he holds up a finger and boops Logan on the nose.

Logan swats his hand away but Wade continues paying no mind to his attitude as he points toward the front door.

“It just so happens that I know a great friend o’ mine who’d have absolutely no problems taming the beast for you bub and oh look at that, she happens to live right across the hall.” He said with a wink

“Don’t bring her into this.” Logan said, waving him off as he went to sit on the couch. Unfortunately Wade knew exactly how he felt about you, having figured it out during their whole ordeal with his variants, Paradox and Cassandra and the bastard had yet to let him live it down.

“Come on Wolvie you can cut the sexual tension you two have with a knife, it’s so thick!” He groans again, throwing himself on the couch beside him dramatically. “It might even be thicker than ours!” Wade said as he leans on Logan’s shoulder fluttering his scarred eyes at him. He shrugs him off, turning the tv on hoping the sound of whatever was on would drown him out but Wade just kept going.

“Stop being a pussy and talk to her!”

“Oh like how you talked to Vanessa?” He snapped back, his anger reaching its limit.

“First of all, we’re a working progress right now and second of all, ouch! Who hurt you?”

Growing tired of Wade and his endless jabbering Logan stood going to grab his jacket from the closet so he could leave.

“Where are you huffing and puffing off too big bad wolf?”

“Anywhere but here.” He said slamming the door shut behind him.

After a few drinks at Sister Margaret's and time to cool his head, Logan returns home to get some chores out of the way. He was far over due to wash his stuff and his hero costume was really starting to fuck with his nose, so, shoving a few handfuls of quarters from Al’s disco dust fund jar into his pockets,he loaded up his hamper and heads down to the laundry room in the basement.

Upon entering he almost immediately bumps into you. You were kicking the dryer when he found you, pissed because it ate your quarters, not paying attention to your surroundings at all.

Digging around in his pockets he bumps his shoulder to yours to get your attention. Startled you nearly jumped out of your skin as he held a hand up in surrender, not meaning to scare you.

“Sorry, just thought I’d offer up some of mine.” He said, pulling a handful of change from his back pocket.

“Oh. that’s ok, I’m-” you start but are stopped when he grabs your hands with one of his and unceremoniously dumps the change into your palms.

“I wasn’t suggesting, take 'em I got more than enough.”

With a silent nod you thank him as he shrugs you off with a “Don’t mention it.”

Logan starts to load up his laundry into the washer next to yours, watching you out of the corner of his eye as you toss your wet clothes into the dryer. You don’t notice as a piece of yellow fabric falls to the floor between you, Logan turns his head to say something, at first not realizing what it was, until it dawns on him that, holy shit, it's a pair of your underwear…and they had Wolverine on them.

They were boxer briefs, nothing inherently sexy about them, but the scent they gave off, clean laundry soap mixed with the smell of your core had Logan reeling.

A small smirk crawled across his face as he started to imagine you wearing them around your house, nothing else adorning your body except for an oversized tee shirt that looked eerily like one of his own, he thought it was cute. Turning his head back to finish his task he kept loading his clothes not showing interest in the underwear to keep from making things awkward. One thing he couldn't deny was your scent. The scent of your core that lingered on the fabric was making his head swim, it was utterly intoxicating, this definitely didn't help with growing his frustration.

After he loaded the washer he pulled a flask from his pocket taking a shot of liquor inside to compose himself as he realized you still hadn’t noticed you dropped them. “You uh dropped something sweetheart.” he nodded towards them. Horrified, you snatch them up and throw them in the dryer.

“Oh god I-I’m sorry! I-“ you start to stutter, at a complete loss for words you slam the dryer lid close and grab your basket ready to leave and hide away in your apartment for the rest of your life until Logan stops you with a strong hand that engulfs your wrist.

“No I-uh I get it. He was your hero right?”

“Yeah he was… but so are you!” You started but quickly press a fist to your forehead in frustration.

“Sorry I don’t want you to feel like you're obligated to live up to him or anything, you’re your own person! I just-“ you were interrupted by Logan closing the distance between you. In your frustration a few of your locs had slipped from your ponytail and were hanging in your face. Logan reached towards you moving one from your face tucking it behind your ear, his bright hazel eyes scanning you carefully taking in your features with a smirk.

“You don’t have to explain yourself.” He said, your scent was sending his sensing into overdrive, he could smell your sweat mixed with the soap you used with the spicy aroma of your arousal starting to peek through.

You look down to the ground still slightly embarrassed but mostly warm from the close proximity before you feel a finger lift your chin causing your gaze to meet Logan’s once more. “S-sorry I ramble when I’m nervous.” It came out almost as a whisper, causing Logan to chuckle. It was an annoying habit you had picked up from your best friend Wade over the years he noticed. The intensity of his stare was starting to send your stomach into knots but not in a bad way.

The sound of the laundry room door opening and closing as another tenant enters quickly separates them. Silently the pair looked away from each other as the tenant loaded up his belongings in the open washer. He quickly spared a passing glance between the two of you who awkwardly tried to stare at anything but each other before shrugging his shoulders and leaving.

An awkward silence blanket over the two of you as you shuffle your feet before you scooped up your basket again.

“Listen Logan-“

“Darlin I-“

You both started at the same time. A deep chuckle rumbled through his chest causing your cheeks to feel warm. You smiled down at your feet and tucked another stray loc behind your ear before Logan spoke again.

“You first.”

“I was just gonna ask, did you maybe wanna come over for dinner tonight?”

Logan thought of a million different reasons why he shouldn’t. As if you could see the hesitation across his face you spoke up again.

“Before you say no, I got booze. Something a bit stronger than what I normally drink but it’s right up your alley. It was a gift from Wade.”

Of course it was from Wade.

“I’m also making pie.”

Well shit.

He let out a small sigh, looking down at your big pleading doe eyes before he shrugged; “Sure,why not.” Afterall how could he say no to you when you looked like that?

He could almost imagine Wade fist pumping the air in excitement at the aspect of the two spending alone time together, the blubbering idiot.

You flashed Logan another bright smile before heading to leave, you paused in the doorway for millisecond, before asking “See you at 7?”

“It’s a date doll.”

Seven o’clock rolled around much too quickly for either of them. Logan was busy fussing with his hair in the mirror trying to get the tufts of hair that usually stick up to lay down when Wade walked into the bathroom unceremoniously.

“Don’t you look positively ravishing tonight, got a hot date peanut?”

“Fuck off.” He growls, giving up with his hair and going to throw on a flannel over his wife beater.

“Wait, you do! Holy dick cheese Batman it’s finally happening!” Wade squealed excitedly

“What the hell are you even doing in here?” Logan asked in the doorway of the bathroom observing Wade, he was dressed in a tee shirt and a pair of hello kitty pajama pants and slippers, Logan rolled his eyes before heading to the kitchen to grab a beer.

“Had to take a shit, thanks for asking, but don’t change the subject!” Wade said following him into the kitchen “Who’s the lucky gal?” He asked leaning on the island, his head propped dreamily on his fist. “Or guy we don’t judge here. Wait wait wait! It's not who I think it is, is it?”

Logan didn’t say anything as he guzzled down his drink pre-gaming for the night, turning to grab another from the fridge before plopping down on the couch behind him.

At his silence Wade kicked his feet and clapped his hands excitedly, swinging around in his seat to look at Logan. Mary Puppins barked from her spot on the couch beside him.

“Fuck the Bachelorette and Love Island! The producers are going to make a killing outta this!” He paced excitedly flopping down beside him struggling to keep his composure. “Do you know how long I’ve been waiting for this?! We are gonna make millions, no fuck that billions off your sex tape alone! I mean you two love birds are going to blossom in internal passion as the stars align with the future of the virgin Mary!” He said hugging Logan from the side.

Confused as fuck he shrugs Wade off him with a frown as he stands to his feet looking at his roommate with a raised brow. Downing the last of his beer he puts the empty bottle on the counter and heads for the door not wanting to be late.

“Oooh don’t forget to wear a condom, peanut! Remember wrap it before you tap it, before you attack her wrap your whacker! And if you’re not gonna sack it, come home and-!“

Logan slams the door shut before Wade could finish anymore of his bullshit.

He raised his hand to knock at your door but hesitated for a moment. Memories of the you from his timeline flooded his brain for a brief moment and he lowered his hand. He had really fucked you over royally in his own timeline and then you had died before he had a chance to fix that. Was he even worth your time in this one?

He shook the thoughts from his head and squared his shoulders, this was his second chance, a chance to fix all the shit he messed up before and he’d be damned if he was gonna waste this opportunity.

Just as he raised his hand to knock again you tore the door open with wide eyes.

“Logan hi!”

“Hey- you ok kid? You look outta breathe.” He questioned looking you up and down in concern while also unabashedly checking you out.

“Y-yeah I’m sorry I was about to come over and ask Wade if I could borrow something but I-it’s fine come on in!” you said ushering him in before the door behind you both.

The inside of your apartment is cute. The layout is much the same as his own place that he shares with Wade and Blind Al but yours just felt a little more homey to him.

Movie posters and works of art decorated your walls, there was a bookcase in the living room full of all kinds of books and knick knacks that you had collected over the years. On a table by the tv was a record player with a decent sized stack of vinyls. The whole place just screamed you.

“Dinner’s just about ready!” You said drawing his attention back to you. You had changed clothes since he last saw you in the laundry room, your outfit hugging your soft curves in all the right places.

“I was comin’ over to see if Wade had some ice cream for the pie, but I guess we could go without it.” You said leading him into the dining room with a smile, you’re always smiling at him, he noticed. “I hope you like blueberry!”

Logan never thought he'd see the day where someone would cook a nice meal for him let alone the variant of someone he treated so callously before.

He winced internally trying not to think about that. He was here now, not in his old shitty universe where you were gone, but in a new one, one where he had friends, a daughter, a family. It was a chance to start over.

“Sounds great darlin, I’m starving.”

Once you sit down for dinner Logan immediately tucks in, he could smell what you were cooking hours ago from across the hall and damn if it wasn’t the best thing he ever put in his stomach.

The two of you made light conversation as you ate, you poured yourself a glass of wine while Logan had the hard stuff, single malt scotch on the rocks. It had been a gift from Wade after one of his missions, an expensive one at that, and Logan savored every drop of it.

After a few more drinks the pair cleared their empty plates, wrapping up the leftovers of their meal up in portions so Logan could take some home with him. You were pulling the pie from the oven when you heard the telltale sound of running water, looking over you see Logan, rolling up his sleeves with a dish towel draped over his shoulder as he started to do the dishes.

You bite your lip to physically keep from moaning and embarrassing yourself on the spot, domesticity looked damn good on him.

His nose twitched as he smelled your arousal spike for a second, thinking it better to keep that to himself he shifted on his feet as he dried a dish and put it on the rack.

“You don’t have to-“ You started pulling off your oven mitts. They were Star Wars themed, nerdy like the rest of your apartment.

God you were such a geek! You thought flustered, while shoving them onto the counter behind you.

“Nah you cooked, it’s the least I could do.” He said not moving from his spot at the sink

“Logan.” You said firmly placing a hand on your hip. “You’re a guest.”

“And you cooked.” He reiterated,cocking an eyebrow your way. “I’m not budging on this darlin.”

You sigh defeatedly as you grab the towel from his shoulder. “Fine, at least let me help.”

The two of you do the dishes in silence, him washing and you drying, your fingers brushing against each other every so often.

“Dinner was great.” Logan said awkwardly trying to break the stifling silence that enveloped you.

“Good I’m glad you liked it.” You smiled down at your hands timidly, refusing to let him see you cheesing as hard as you were.

“Sorry for not being better company, I know you’re more used to people talkin’ your ear off.”

Wade begrudgingly crosses his mind.

"I'm just uh not so good with people. Makes me anxious.” He admitted, it took a lot for him to come out and say it but he was comfortable with you, he trusted you.

“I get it, I’m the same way that’s why I’m always around Wade. He usually does all the talking for me.” You say fondly thinking back to all the times Wade had been your emotional support extrovert.

Logan honestly had no idea how you put up with him.

“Besides I think your company’s just fine Logan, I like having you around.”

I like being around you too, he wanted to say but he couldn’t get it out. Instead he settled for brushing his shoulder against yours, a small smile dancing across his features as you smiled back up at him.

Flicking the water from your hand as you both finished up, you dry your hands on another rag before offer it up to Logan, his fingers brushing against yours for the umpteenth time that night.

When you look up he’s staring at you, his eyes taking in your features again, flickering between your face and your mouth. You can’t quite place what the emotion is behind his eyes but it makes your belly feel warm and your chest flutters.

Maybe it’s the alcohol you both had, though you know for a fact it takes a whole hell of a lot more than what you had to get you both drunk, but you could have sworn he was getting closer to you.

You start to back up just as he moves to close the distance between you. Chest to chest, or more like chest to sternum as he was almost a whole foot taller than you, Logan starts to lean down sniffing you as your back hits the counter behind you.

“Your heart’s racing.” He says

You had almost completely forgotten about his heightened senses. You were so nervous this whole evening, hoping that everything would go right, could he hear you this whole time? Oh god could he smell you?

“You smell good too.” He says moving to stroke your face with the back of his hand, confirming your fears. You clench your legs together tightly, hoping to at least dampen the smell of how wet you were becoming, causing him to chuckle.

“No use hiding it doll, I can smell you from a mile away.” He said leaning down so that his face is closer to yours.

“Logan…” you whisper. His eyes never leaving your mouth.

“Hm?”

“T-the pie…” You stuttered nervously as your own eyes drifted down to his mouth. You worked so hard on the pie you didn’t know if you’d hate it more if it went to waste or if he moved away from you at that moment.

You wanted more than anything for him to stay where he was, caging you in at the counter like a frightened little mouse.

“It can wait sweetheart.” He said, finally claiming your lips as his own.

He pulls back for a moment to look at you, dipping to place a gentle peck on your lips, as if he’s asking if this is ok.

You wrap your arms around him, dragging his mouth back down to yours, he moves his hands to the back of your thighs hoisting you up onto the counter behind you, grinding himself into you as the kiss deepens.

Logan hesitates in the kiss for a moment, pulling himself away from you as if he realizes something. When you try to lean back in and kiss him again he stops you, holding you at arm’s length searching your eyes for something, anything he could use to make you hate him in this timeline like you undoubtedly did in his old one but he found nothing but adoration.

“You-“ he starts to speak, his voice a little shaky “You don’t want this sweetheart, I’m not a good man.”

I’m not your hero, he meant to say.

You place a hand on his cheek rubbing softly at his mutton chops with your thumb.

“Please stop telling me what I fucking want.” You say leaning back in to peck at his lips. “I want you, not a hero, or this timeline’s Logan, or any other Logan out there, just you. You’re not the Worst Logan, you're just you and I want all of you.” You finish while leaning up into him, waiting for his response.

Raising an eyebrow and at a complete loss for words, having rarely heard you cuss, Logan smirks before leaning back down to meet you the rest of the way recapturing your lips with a “Yes ma’am.”

His right hand comes up to cup your jaw, gently running the pad of his thumb over the skin before running his hand up to weave his finger through your locs.

You hop off the counter, grabbing him by his flannel your mouth reconnects with his as you lead him into your bedroom, he kicks the door shut behind him.

You start to kiss down his jaw before Logan stops you with a growl. He picks you up and tosses you onto the bed before his lips reconnect with yours.

His hands find their way under your clothes to paw at you, as you free him from the confines of his flannel. Tossing it behind him, it hits your iPod dock causing music to start playing but neither of you care, too enraptured in each other to even notice. Logan pulls away from your mouth only long enough to pull your shirt over your head, his hands trailing down to pull down your pants and underwear next.

He grabs you by your hips dragging you to the edge of the bed, as he kneels down in front of you, eye level with your hot core.

You throw your head back with a moan at the first drag of his tongue. Your legs finding their way around his shoulders as he drags his nose and tongue up and down teasing you.

He presses his mouth against your clit, sucking on it before pulling away and flicking it with his tongue, drawing circles and nipping at it with his teeth.

Watching you through dark lashes, he drags his hand down your body bringing it to his mouth, he licks his finger, bringing it to your wet cunt as he slowly begins to move it in and out of you, curling it against your gummy walls searching until he finds the right spot. You let out a strangled half-sob as he leans back down pressing his mouth against your clit again, sucking and flicking at the hard nub.

“Shit,” you rasp out, reaching out for him. He knew you were getting close, he could tell from the way you pulsed around him as he added another finger.

Tears brimmed your eyes as you felt your orgasm building. “Please, right there!” You choked, eyes closing as you threw your head back.

“So fucking wet for me already and I barely touched you.” Logan chuckles. You stifled a noise as your impending orgasm builds in your gut.

“I-I’m gonna-!” You start to cry out but are cut off by a sob.

“I gotcha darlin, I’m right here.” He mumbles into your pussy as he reaches his free hand out to hold your hips open for him, your hands frantically bury themselves in his hair, desperate for something to hang on to. He carries on lapping at you as you squirm talking you through your orgasm as he rubbed his nose to your clit, drawing it out of you as his fingers continue to fuck in and out of you.

“That’s it sweetheart.” He sighs as he keeps fucking you on his fingers, his intensity increasing as he latches himself back onto your clit devouring you like a man starved, you come almost instantly. It’s when he looks up at you, hazel eyes dark and hungry, that you finally lose it, your second orgasm of the night ripping through like a freight train.

Standing back to his feet Logan licks your residue from his lips and fingers, chin glistening with your slick.

You sit up immediately grabbing at his belt, fingers rushed and fumbling with the buckle, he replaces your hands quickly unbuckling it before pulling the hem of his shirt up over his head.

Reaching behind you, you free your chest from your bra, just as he kicks his pants off. Logan pushes you backwards, your back hitting the soft mattress beneath you as he stalks over towards you on his hands and knees.

He inhales deeply through his nose taking in your scent, the aroma of you mixed with your arousal is intoxicating and is driving him absolutely feral, with a wet kiss he bites down hard where your neck and shoulder meet, where your scent’s the strongest, nearly drawing blood, before he’s back on you, covering your mouth with his own kissing you viciously as if you’d fade away from existence if he let you go.

He laps at the spot he had previously bitten you as he slowly pulls away, soothing the skin there. The mark was already gone, thanks to your healing factor, but god you could still feel it and you secretly ached that he’d do it again.

You soon feel the head of his cock running along your folds, it’s thick, and hot to the touch as he runs it along your slick hole. Then without warning he’s pushing into you, sheathing himself inside of you with a single thrust.

Logan threw his head back with a loud groan. He promised himself he’d go slow with you, take his take opening you up for him but fuck if this didn’t feel right, good it felt oh so good.

“Fuck” he grunts out into your mouth as he drops his head down to drag you into a hard smoldering kiss swallowing your moans as he sinks in fully.

He lets you adjust for a few moments before he pulls back and thrusts into you instinctively, repeating the harsh action as he begins to slowly pick up his pace. If you had been completely human, the force of his thrusts would’ve surely shattered your pelvis or at least threw them out of alignment.

Reaching up to grab onto the headboard of your bed to anchor himself Logan locks in fully, gripping the wood bar in a death grip as he pushes into you. You reach up too, grabbing a handful of sheets by your head with one hand and his hips with the other, desperate for something to anchor yourself with as Logan’s brutal pace has you reeling.

“L-Logan!” you cry out, body shaking from the force of his thrusts. His cock sinking deeper and deeper as he angles your legs over his shoulders, hitting that sweet spot inside of you repeatedly making your legs tremble in unadulterated pleasure.

An audible crack is heard from where Logan is still holding onto your headboard but you both could careless, your heads completely clouded over with lust.

Just when you were starting to think it was all too much, his thumb finds your clit again and starts to rub fierce quick little circles.

“Gimme one more darlin.” His voice is strained and rough, as he leans down to your neck inhaling your scent again as he licks up to your neck nipping at your jaw and neck as he pulls away.

You scrambled to get away, pushing at his chest as the over sensitivity was proving to be too much.

Logan lets go of the headboard and grabs both your hands with his much larger one, locking them firmly to his chest right over his rapidly beating heart.

“Don’t try and run from me kid, you wanted this remember?” He chuckled darkly, picking up his pace even more if that were possible.

Tears stream steadily down your cheeks as your barreling toward your next orgasm, it’s here, with your hair fanned out around your head, cheeks puffy and tear stained while you pant desperately trying to get away and keep up with him at the same time , that he thinks this is the most beautiful he’s ever seen you.

“Come on my dick, baby.”

Your body completely locks up at his words, your back arching off the bed as you scream, your orgasm wrecking through you as you clench around him like a vice. Logan drops your legs, yanking you up into a messy kiss as he takes you through it.

“Good fucking girl.” He grunts against your lips, he gives you a few moments to come down from your high, burying his face into your neck before he resumes his punishing pace.

You think you’re at your limit as fat tears fall from your eyes, never have you ever felt this good, this full before, it’s far too much for you.

Just as you were about to tap out, he grunts into your neck, his hands move to grip your ass bringing it up to meet his thrusts.

“Fuck, tell me where?” He growls out. He wraps an arm around your back bringing you chest to chest as he fucks you on his lap, the new angle making him hit that sweet spot inside of you that makes your toes curl.

At first you don’t quite understand what he’s asking, your brain too foggy to comprehend much of anything right now, but as he sinks his teeth into your shoulder, nearly drawing blood again, you finally understood, he was close and so were you again.

“Inside, please I wanna feel you.” You whimpered as he pounds into you. He groans at your request and picks up the pace rutting up into you desperately like an animal. His hammering is deep and unforgiving with his enhanced strength but it feels too good to make him stop, you’ll definitely have a hard time walking in the morning.

With one last harsh flick of his thumb to your clit you’re coming hard on his dick, clenching around him as your body quivers uncontrollably, almost blacking out for a moment.

He growls as his hips stutter against your own, as he cums into you, the force of his final thrust knocking you both bad down onto the mattress. Logan thrusts a few more times, pumping his load as deep inside of you as he could, claiming your mouth once again in a deep searing kiss.

You run your hands through his hair as he nearly drops himself on you, his forearms supporting the weight of his adamantium skeleton. He’s still buried inside you as you're peppering his face and neck with light kisses.

It’s quiet for a moment before he lifts himself up, pulling himself from inside you with a grunt. He pushes stray locs from your face as he kisses your forehead and flops over onto the other side of the bed dragging you with him.

At the weight of his adamantium bones dropping down onto the already crack and barely hanging on frame your bed frame finally gives out dropping your mattress to the floor with a loud thud, startling the both of you.

“I can’t believe that just happened.” You panted too shocked and tired to move from your spot on his chest.

“Sorry baby, I’ll get you a new one.” Logan laughs lightly as he pulls you to his chest.

A comfortable silence fills the room as the two of you lay on the floor, your breathing starting to return to normal. Leaning down to inhale your scent again Logan’s met with the pleasant tang of you covered in him and pulls you tighter snuggling you into him.

“You still with me?” The rough edge of his voice brings you back to your senses.

You smiled up at him from his chest with a big dopey smile, eyes completely dazed as you answered with an “mm-hm.” Too fucked out to fully speak properly. You laid back down on his chest, eyes closed as you shiver, he runs a hand up and down your spine as you start to drift off.

He chuckles at your response or lack thereof and pulls your sheets over the both of you. The temperature in the room had started to come down dramatically as your sweat covered bodies cooled in the night.

Just as Logan was about to close his eyes and join you in what was hopefully a peaceful night’s rest for the first time in years, your bedroom door bursts open revealing Wade, still clad in his hello kitty pajamas helping himself to a piece of the pie you had left out.

“Jesus Wade!” You yell eyes practically bulging out of your head as you scramble to grip the sheets to your chest.

“What the fuck asshole?!” Logan growled trying his best to shield you from view with his arms. His hazel eyes were seething with anger.

“My sweet virgin eyes!” Wade said, covering his eyes but still peeking through them through a gap in his fingers with a smirk as he chewed loudly. “You two sounded like an indoor jungle gym but instead of a shit ton of kids it's just you two.” He laughs shoving the rest of the slice into his mouth as he moves to sit on the edge of the broken bed on the floor, pointing an accusatory finger at you. “You, young lady, have some pipes on you. Could hear you practically singing about the Wolverine.~” he teases with a tsk.

“And you sir!” He points to Logan who growls at him as he swats his hand outta his face. “Where do I even begin?” He tsked again as he shook his head “You really had some pent up frustration didn’t you, you slut? Did you break her? I know she has a healing factor too but good god man have some restraint!” he leans back on her broken bed as he spreads himself out on the end.

“And her poor bed! I hope you're planning on replacing it, bee tee dubs.” Wade rolls over onto his side propping himself up on his elbow at the couple’s feet. “Did he even use a condom?” He whispered to you loudly before adding “Nice tits by the way.” as he winked at Logan. “I don’t think creampie was the type of pie she had in mind when she invited you over for dinner, old man.”

“Who knew Wolverine was a cuddler?”

You roll your eyes at Wade’s antics completely used to him over the years of knowing him but Logan on the other hand had clearly had enough. Ripping the sheets from himself you watch as Logan comically chases Wade out of the room, buck ass naked.

Slamming your bedroom door shut Logan turns the lock with a grunt, finally returning to your side he pulls you back to his chest and flings the sheets over you.

“He’s not so bad, y'know when you get used to him.” You shrug with your eyes closed as you snuggle into his chest. Adrenaline, now dying down, sleep had started to wrap you in its dreamy embrace and it was hard to keep your eyes open.

“That little cockroach is gonna be the death of me.”

You laugh at him one last time before finally drifting off. Your soft snores were the last thing Logan heard as he too snuggled into your warmth and drifted off.

Who knew the Wolverine was such a cuddler.

[sabbathbloodysabbeth]

Steve flops backwards, his body going limp into the musty green couch. Argyle plops down on his right with Jonathan connected to his hip.

The budding warm feeling works its way through Steve, starting from his toes flowing up to his stomach. He can faintly hear Jonathan and Argyle talking to each other over the haziness wrapping itself around his mind.

A loud crashing noise barely startles him, it was a common noise when you were around Eddie. Steve has never met a clumsier alpha.

Argyle is faintly giggling at something, before he’s leaning over to Steve, casually pulling Steve’s shirt down to hide his happy trail that was popping out. Steve doesn’t think much of it.

“So, never got to ask, and you can totally tell me to fuck off but what’s like…. What’s like your secondary gender my dude?” Argyle is casual with the question, genuine curiosity filling his eyes. “I can’t ever tell with you,” he admits.

Steve turns his head, letting it hang down a bit as he smiles dopily. Blinking as he tries to form a thought. Time must be going much slower for him as one of the other two boys answer for him. Which one he isn’t sure.

“Steve’s an Alpha.”

Steve frowns, trying to open his mouth and speak. But he was floating to high. Drifting too far in the deep end to yell that they were wrong.

His limbs, somehow end up tangled with Argyles, whose not even paying attention. Just letting Steve curl into him, barely reacting when Steve’s nose finds its way into his neck. One sniff and Steve knows Argyle is an Alpha.

He already knew that, but now it’s confirmed. For all he knew Argyle could be like him. A omega who just pretends to be an Alpha to pass by. Spraying certain deodorant on and taking scent blockers.

Maybe one day Steve will come clean. Though the more Steve thinks about it, the more he wants to be honest with the guys who helped save the world with him.

When he exits his thoughts, the three boys are all laughing about something. Carrying a conversation about something, Eddie’s eyes casually landing on him from time to time.

Argyles attention shifts back to him after a bit, teasing that he’s never met a cuddly Alpha before. There’s no hint that he knows Steve’s not an Alpha.

“I’m not an alpha,” Steve mumbles gently as he shifts his body with a yawn. Eyes closing as he doesn’t catch the reactions from the room.

He just sniffles a little bit, turns his body at an awkward angle and curls up into a ball sleepily.

“Stevie?” Eddie is over him now. His hand rubbing gently at his shoulder as Argyle and Jonathan are both leaning over the couch curiously.

“Huh?” Steve asks softly. Blinking slowly up at Eddie dumbly. Melting under the alphas touch.

Steve knew he was a cuddly stoner, he probably should have warned the boys this as he moves a bit. Thinking Eddie wants to join them on the couch. Opening a spot between him and argyle.

“Sorry, didn’t mean to hog the couch.” He mumbles out gently. His eyes starting to slowly close again before he feels the cushion next to him shift.

Eddie’s hand is now moving to rub his shoulder, “it’s fine Stevie. But what did you mean by you’re not an alpha?” He asks.

Steve breaks out into a soft giggle as he tilts his head to look at Eddie better. Noticing the way the other’s eyes were red, an unreadable expression on his face as Steve begins to feel his body slide closer and closer to the other like it had Argyle earlier.

“Means I’m not an alpha, silly.” He’s seconds away from wrapping himself around him when Argyle pops his head over Eddie’s shoulder.

Steve can’t help but boop the other’s nose with a soft giggle as Argyles face twitch’s. “Are you a beta?” Argyle asks curiously. His head moving down to lean on Eddie’s shoulder. Seeing that, made Steve miss how warm Argyle was. His body felt like it was freezing without having any body heat.

“I’m cold,” he whines gently. Moving and looking around in hopes of finding a blanket. Before he can, Eddie’s up and back before Steve even misses him. Holding a blanket in his hands as he carefully wraps it around Steve who melts at the smell.

His cheeks are a soft pink, as he moves curling up without thought. He looks up seeing Eddie’s head tilted and watching him carefully. “Eddie why aren’t you on the couch?” He whines out.

A look of shock and amusement crosses the other’s face before he’s laughing and sitting down next to Steve again. Argyle’s now moving to stand and Steve’s pinching his eyebrows. “Noooo, argyle you’re too warm to leave. You’re gonna like- suck the heat away from the couch man.” Steve complains.

He can hear the soft laughs of the other boys, but he doesn’t care. He needs them to be near him. So he doesn’t float off to far. He doesn’t want to get lost.

That’s what he mumbles out as he buries his face into Eddie’s shoulder this time.

“Don’t worry big boy, i- we’ve got you.” Eddie mumbles gently into his hair.

Steve relaxes and smiles happily as he finds the spot he’s looking for. Eddie’s smell hitting him and making him feel even higher.

“Hmm… not a beta either.” He admits sheepishly. Arms now wrapped around Eddie’s middle.

Eddie can’t help but let a soft laugh, “yeah? Are you a snuggly omega then?”

Steve lets out a hum in confirmation, sleep finally taking over him while he’s wrapped in what he thinks is Eddie’s blanket. And cuddles into Eddie.

[yurilvr4]

cw: mahito :p (mdni)

"feels good right?" mahito turns up the speed of the vibrator that's stuck snug in your ass and sets the thing to the highest setting.

you squirm and whine for him to stop, or turn it down at least but it all ends on deaf ears.

he pretends to care, pouting at you and bringing himself closer to your naked body and sniffs your hair.

the remote to the toy long forgotten somwhere- and his hands began to wander, all the way to your pert nipples and supple belly.

you can still feel the unrelenting metal in your hole as you cry in overstimulation- he wipes away the tears that spill down your cheeks before licking his fingers.

his long fingers elongates and the usual tendrils show form toward your wet and abused cunt.

"it'll be over soon doll," he smirks, a wide toothy grin appears "just take it like a good girl..maybe this will teach you that lesson of not talking back to your master." he swirls his wet fingers over your gooey cunt and circles it over your nub.

your mind goes blank at the white pleasure, breathing heavy as incoherent moans now leave your lips, your begging turning to whines as he deftly and skillfully swirls until you finally come on his fingers.

he eventually reaches for the remote that's on the other side of the bed and stops the toy that's in you.

your eyes are tired and puffy from crying and mahito just tuts at you, "humans are so weak, always complaining about every little thing."

"that's why you need me," he boops your nose as he grins wide, "remember little human! curses will rule over the city.. and then, once we're done infiltrating, we're going worldwide!" he giggles like a school girl before drawing uncomfortably close to your face as he squeezes your cheeks together.

"i'm just reminding you that, well.." he stares at you now, "no one is going to come look for you."

a fresh set of tears fall from your eyes as you feel your heart sink in dread. he's right.

no one even knows you're here.

[minleeeknow]

‘stray cat’

‘pairing’ -이민호 (lee minho/lee know) x fem!reader

‘genre’ - fluff, college au

‘tw’ - kissing, flirting, teasing, lost cat, angst if you look closely

‘word count’ - 1.4 k

‘to get tagged’ - pls reply to the taglist post, this post, or just ask me

‘lee’s notes’ - lowercase intended, not proofread

pls note, reblog, anything

~

minho hears a scratching sound come from his window. he looks up to see the shadow of a cat perched on his windowsill. 

a faint meow comes from the cat and it scratches its claws against the glass again. minho opens his window and a slender siamese leaps into his bedroom. the feline weaves itself between his legs, purring softly.

“hi, kitty,” minho coos. he has a soft spot for cats and he reaches down to stroke the cat’s soft fur. the cat stretches across his legs, its purrs getting louder.

minho notices the mark of a collar among the fluffy ruff of fur. “did you run away, kitty?” minho asks, crouching down. his long fingers scratch the feline’s dark brown ears.

another familiar mew announces the presence of one of minho’s cats, soonie. soonie and the new cat sniff each other before leaping into minho’s lap. he laughs as he runs his hands through their soft fur.

the next morning, minho wakes up with a light weight on his chest and sees a curious face of a siamese cat staring at him.

“hi kitty,” minho says, booping the cat’s nose with his index. eager for the same attention, soonie, doongie, and dori leap onto minho’s body and shove their faces into his.

on the other side of his bedroom wall, you curl up on your bed, lonely as hell. your cat had disappeared yesterday, leaving only her collar. the thought of your trigonometry test and dance assessment forces you to get out of bed.

dark rainclouds gather in the sky, signaling the arrival of rain soon.

as you lock your apartment door, you see your neighbor say goodbye to his cats. a deep longing wrenches through your heart as you listen to him.

“bye soonie! bye doongie! bye dori! bye kitty!” he says with his beautiful, smooth, melodious voice. 

four cats? you think, confused. i thought he only had three, since like, yesterday. i think i’m losing it.

you don’t realize you’re staring until he says, “hi.”

“hi,” you squeak shyly, self-consciously fixing your hair. as he looks at you, you realize how pretty he is. he looks at you with gorgeous big boba-colored eyes thoughtfully.

“do i know you?” he asks. then he snaps his fingers before you can process. “you’re yn, right? from my dance class, trig, chem… and linguistics?”

“yeah,” you utter, staring at him hypnotically.

“i’m minho,” he introduces himself, smiling. you almost faint at his cute little bunny smile.

“yn,” you reply, finally mustering enough energy to make your brain cells function half of what they’re capable of.

“well, i’ll see you around?” minho asks. “maybe let’s exchange numbers later, huh?” before you can reply, he leaves with your heart, his bag slung across one shoulder, throwing a finger heart back at you and a small, shy smile.

you smile back, half in shock, half in ecstasy, your loneliness forgotten.

the solemn day drags on until lunch break, when you decide to escape to your favorite cafe. you haul your bag onto your table and take out your folder, a handful of sharpies, and your phone.

“alright, chai, i’m getting you home,” you breathe out as you open your folder. taking out your first missing cat poster, you take a black sharpie and uncap it.

your hand flies across the paper as you write in neat script “missing cat. female brown siamese with blue eyes. comes to the name chai. please call xxx yyy once seen.”

“hey, mind if i sit?”

you look up from your work. “oh. yeah, sure, sorry about my mess,” you murmur apologetically. minho shrugs, flashing another cute smile. he toys with a black bracelet, matching the white one on his wrist.

“why aren’t you with your friends?” he asks hesitantly. you stiffen immediately, your grip on your pen tightening. minho notices, of course he notices, he can notice anything.

“oh. i’m sorry–” he stammers, his cheeks reddening. you don’t say anything, you’re too focused on trying not to break down and on your handwriting. his pretty eyes land on your cat’s picture and he freezes.

minho stares at the image of your cat, his heart racing. his hands shake as he thinks back about the stray cat he cared for yesterday. the kitty he found looked exactly like your chai.

“um, i–i have to go,” minho stammers, standing up. his bunny smile is gone, instead he’s biting his lip. you stand up as well, trying to grab his hand before he leaves.

“min–” minho slips out of your grasp and disappears, his eyes covered by his bangs.

minho avoids you the rest of the day. dance practice was especially hard not to interact with him. you were paired up with him, like fate.

you can still remember the way his hands held you up when he accidentally crashed into you, the way he licked his lips nervously as he stared into your eyes.

“sorry,” you mumble under your breath to him as you accidentally elbowed him. minho tries not to smile at your obvious flusteredness as he breathes down your neck. you shiver involuntarily and he smirks, suddenly summoning some energy and forgetting the game of avoidance.

“you’re a good dancer,” he murmurs in your ear at the end of practice as he flies past you and disappears through the door. once minho leaves, the guilt of taking your cat gnaws at his heart again.

as soon as he steps outside, the drizzling of rain starts. minho stares up at the flecks of water painting across the sky and smiles slightly.

he twists the key to his door quickly and opens it. his three cats attack him and minho leans down to scratch each of their ears. he realizes his kitty, your chai, isn’t there. instead he sees chai’s silhouette on the window. chai taps the glass and minho opens it, confused. 

the rain patters loudly against the rooftops of the ground floor and before minho can blink, chai is gone.

“no!”

as you walk back to your apartment, the rain attacks you viciously. you have your hood on but you can feel the wetness seap into the fabric. realizing the hood is useless, you take it off, letting the raindrops fall on your head.

suddenly you see a siamese cat a few meters in front of you on the sidewalk, looking straight at you. you blink a few times, thinking it’s an illusion of the rain and your mind.

“chai?” the cat meows and turns around and runs away from you. you take a fraction of a second to react and you’re running after her.

“you freaking cat–” you mutter as you run along the side of the buildings to avoid the random people walking.

chai leads you to what used to be your favorite park until–until you discovered your ex was cheating on you here.

you see chai walk up to a shape that looks vaguely familiar holding an umbrella. you get closer when you recognize them.

“minho?”

“yn?”

minho looks up at you, memorizing your body. your cheeks are flushed from running and your hair is damp from the rain.

you open your mouth but no sound comes out. minho laughs and takes your hand, pulling you under the umbrella and closer. your back is against his chest and he rests his chin on the top of your head.

“so, here’s the short version,” minho begins quietly, suddenly shy. “i may have accidentally taken in your cat not knowing she was yours and here we go, i was scared you’d think i had stolen her but then she escaped and–”

you unravel his arms from your waist and press your index to his lips, stopping his frantic flow of words.

“hey. it’s fine,” you say, smiling. “i guess she wanted us to–” your voice becomes a squeak. “be together?” you feel your cheeks turn red and you bring a hand up to cover your embarrassed face.

instead, minho catches it and pulls you swiftly into a kiss. the feeling of his soft lips against yours makes your heart race in your chest, threatening to burst out. minho cups your chin and the kiss becomes harder.

your mingled breaths warm the atmosphere around you until you both break the kiss. minho looks down shyly, a small smile on his lips.

“and all this time, i thought she was just a stray cat.”

~

‘taglist’

@goldenjupiterz networks ! @k-labels

[buckyalpine]

Collar

THIS IS EVERYTHING MY GOD @boredum7865 YES TO IT ALL FLUFF AND SMUT

“And how about this for our princess” another tiny mouse was thrown into the growing pile of toys while Bucky made his way up and down the shelves of the pet store. You giggled at the way he added more and more items to the cart without a care in the world, spoiling his furbaby. 

“Buck, she doesn’t need-

“Yes she does” he huffed, tossing in another bag of treats, so she’d get to pick between chicken, turkey or tuna. As soon as you arrived back at the compound with about half the store, Bucky set all the things down in the living room before going and grabbing his favorite thing in the world, the most proud cat dad. 

“You like all this babygirl?” He cooed, letting her sniff her new presents, happily batting a feathery ball before taking her time to swat at the bags everything came in. 

“Of course she likes the bags” You snorted while Bucky shook his head. You picked up her up and set her down on your lap to the the different collars you’d bought her; each in every color of the rainbow with a cute silver bell in the middle. Each one looked perfect on her white fur, the pink one seemingly her favorite. You picked up the last collar which hung  too low around her neck, about 3 sizes too large. 

“Aww baby, I think this is a little big for you” You slipped off the black collar her head and put the pink one back on while Bucky picked up the black one you set aside. 

“This ones huge” Bucky mused, holding it up to his own neck and fastening it, giggling at the fact that it actually fit him. “Now we match, baby girl” He grinned, grabbing Alpine and holding her up to his face, her little nose twitching, trying to boop it against his. She slow blinked, purring and tucking herself into his neck for cuddles, eventually slinking away again to play with her latest haul. 

“I think I’d make a good cat” Bucky stated to himself while he stretched out on the couch where the sun was hitting, settling himself against the cushions. 

“What” You snorted, sorting through the cat food and organizing it while Bucky folded his arms behind his head, lounging lazily in the warm sun. 

“I’m low maintenance" He thought to himself, listing all the reasons he thought made him cat quality, “I like naps. I like chicken. I like dark spaces. I like belly scratches-

“Really, Mr. Don’t come near me within a 10 Ft. radius?” The laugh you let out made him pout, retracting his previous statement.  

“Fine. I like when you give me belly rubs. You’re always giving them to Alpine, give me some”

“A child is what you are-” You shook your head, scooting near the edge of the sofa from where you were seated on the floor, turning around to your ridiculous boyfriend. Your breath hitched in your thrown, suddenly forgetting how to breath while Bucky laid on his back, still wearing the collar, the leather material matching his tight black t-shirt and jeans. His t-shirt had ridden up, giving you a pretty view of the faint trail of hair that continued down his jeans, the sun making the silver on the bell sparkle. 

“You okay, baby?” He asked, noting you looked like you were lost in thought, lips lightly parted, breathing heavier. 

“Y-yeah” you nodded, still staring at the little silver bell, shaking your head and the less than innocent thoughts that tried to sneak in. “You’re wearing the collar?” 

“M’cute with it” He shrugged like a little shit, “C’mon, pet me” He grinned, bringing you back in earth, happily humming when you playfully rolled your eyes and sat beside him, letting your fingers graze over his abs, rubbing his tummy up and down. 

“Happy now?” You cocked an eye brow while he nodded, closing his eyes and started falling asleep, the collar still staring right back at you. 

Sitting so pretty on his thick neck. 

Black leather with that delicate little bell-

“Very” He mumbled, half asleep, soon dozing off completely. 

The fucker kept it on the whole day.

And it was driving you insane.

You knew he was near by because every time he moved, it would ring ever so softly, courtesy of his ability to walk so quietly from his assassin training. The collar was taunting you at this point. Delicate little rings everywhere he went. 

You nearly lost your absolute shit when Steve and Sam cackled at the fact that he was in a cat collar. It wasn’t the teasing that drove you up the wall. It was the way Steve inspected the bell and the way Bucky tilted his head up like a little puppy to give them a better view, Steve’s large hand tracing around the leather, if only it was your hand, curving around his neck, your good boy sitting so patiently- 

Relax. 

What the fuck was going on with you. 

You’d managed to get through the day without busting another brain cell, sitting against the headboard with a book while Bucky got ready for bed. 

“Babe, can you help take this off?” Bucky strolled in the room, fresh from his shower, droplets of water trailing down his body, disappearing into the towel that was wrapped around his waist, that fucking collar ringing every time he moved. You couldn’t help but sigh at how cute he looked, cheeks flushed from the heat of the water, little jingles ringing as he came over to you. He sat by your side, lazily flopping over onto your lap, while you carded your fingers through his damp hair. 

“You look so cute” You giggled, ignoring the way your pulse was beating quicker, body feeling hot, he looked so fucking pretty- 

“Yeah? You think I’d make a good pet?” He asked playfully, nuzzling into your lap, a deep rumble emitting from his chest when you grazed your nails against his scalp. You continued to massage down his back, his body flexing and adjusting, making the towel around his waist slip, giving you a glimpse of his perfectly toned ass, back muscles rippling. 

“Fuck” You whimpered, you tried so hard to will away the filth that was plaguing your mind again, hoping Bucky wouldn’t notice but he did. He most certainly did. He smirked to himself, he could practically smell you arousal, nudging his face between your legs before sitting up and kneeling in front of you. 

He was bare naked, thighs splayed apart while he sat back on his heels, his cock hard, standing tall and proud against his tummy, leaking at the tip. The only thing he had on was still that fucking collar, the twinkling silver taunting you. 

“There something you like, doll?” He cooed, shamelessly letting your eyes rake up and down his body, giving you the most perfect view of his heavy balls, his swollen pink tip, his perfect peach nipples, his pillowy soft lips. 

“You just look-so pretty with this on” You whispered, sitting up, tracing your fingers around the leather, flicking the bell lightly, continuing to trace over his Adams apple, “Don’t take it off yet” You whispered, letting your hand caress down his body, grabbing his shoulders and shoving him to lie back on the mattress, throwing off your pj’s while his mouth watered seeing you so feral. 

His pretty girl so needy all because he was in a cat collar. 

“Be my good boy, baby” you cooed, trailing kisses from his neck to his shoulders before tugging his nipples in your mouth, flicking your tongue over them, making him whine. You giggled, blowing over them, watching them peak as you continued to make your way down, finally reaching his aching cock. 

You licked up a drop of precum that was leaking out, your tongue just grazing over his sensitive glans making him moan.

“Oh god” Bucky’s eyes rolled back at the feeling of you teasing his slit with your tongue, his hips lifting off the bed to chase more of your mouth. You pushed your tongue against his cockhead slightly making him hiss, gripping the sheets, nearly tearing them, “Please baby, take it all in your mouth” 

You lightly smacked the side of his thigh to stop his squirming, wrapping your lips around the tip, sucking more of his length, loving how broken he sounded, unable to keep still. You sucked and licked every bit of him, getting his balls wet, nipping his sensitive inner thighs. You couldn’t take the feeling of being empty anymore, straddling his erection, pressing your bare cunt on him, covering his length in your slick. 

“You’re soaked” He groaned, feeling your arousal drip all over him, grabbing your hips to rub his cock on you more. 

“You wanna fuck me, baby?” You teased, taking his cock in your hand and lining it up with your entrance, pressing the tip just enough to make him sob without taking his full length, “Wanna put your cock in me?” 

“Please, let me fuck you, I’ll make you feel so good baby” He groaned, biting his lip as you started to sink down on his cock. You didn’t get the chance to ride him; as soon as his entire length was in you, he planted his feet and slammed your hips down to meet his thrusts, fucking up into you like a sexdoll. 

“B-BUCKKY” You squealed, broken moans leaving you lips as he fucked up into you harder, grunting and moaning, the collar around his neck just tight enough to make him pant. 

“Take it baby, you like me like this? Like me in a little collar just for you?” He looked at you with glassy eyes, his jaw slack, a thin sheen of sweat glistening off his skin. The soft rings the bell made each time he thrusted up into you made your pussy clench, making your orgasm barrel towards you within no time. 

“Fucking me so good Bucky, keep going babyy” You moaned while he gripped your hips harder, determined to do such a good job for you, angling his hips to make your belly bulge. “I-I’m gonna-FUCK BUCKY” You brought your hand down to rub your clit, grinding down on his cock as your pussy started to flutter and pulse, gripping his cock with a vice like grip. 

Your other hand flew to his neck; his eyes grew wide when you tugged at the collar, choking him slightly, a pornographic moan escaping his lips, his cock immediately throbbing. 

“OH GOD M’GONNA CUMMM!” Bucky started to lose his pace, giving you harsh sloppy thrusts, the sounds of skin on skin and wetness squelching filling the room as he fucked all his cum into you. You slumped on top of him, out of breath while he thrusted as best as he could to get you both through your highs, whining and whimpering at the way he cock continued to drip. 

You snuggled into the crook of his neck, kissing his hot skin, smiling against the black material that was still around him, the bell ringing as you toyed with it. 

“You’re keeping that collar” You panted while Bucky let out a breathless chuckle, still reeling over his orgasm, body still jolting from the after shocks. 

“Damn right” 

[gay-wh0re-slut]

God Sent

rhea x fem!reader

content: literally just smut, jealous dom!rhea smut with fingering, strap, spitting probably, definitely some degradation and praise, squirting, multiple orgasms with aftercare too hehe but i need it so i’m writing it

You and Rhea had been invited to a goth themed party at a friend’s house. It was easy for Rhea to find something to wear but your closet colors were the complete opposite of hers, so you asked to borrow something. Of course she complies because she loves when you wear her clothes, so you decide on a leather low cut top, a skort with a harness attached at one leg, some fishnets and a pair of her platforms. She wasn’t too comfortable with you wearing this knowing people would be staring all night but she wasn’t one to control how you look.

As soon as you arrive, friends began to hoot and holler at the two of you. You twirled around to show the outfit off with Rhea slapping your ass playfully to show the room that you were hers.

The party was going well, you had many conversations about many things with the friends including wrestling, backstories, and crazy imaginations with the people that were high instead of drunk. Of course you had a few drinks yourself so you were feeling a little tipsy. Rhea didn’t want to drink so that you were both safe going home.

You swayed your hips walking towards the australian on the other side of the room, “heyy baby,” you sling your arm around her waist.

She couldn’t help but notice the people staring at your ass that was barely peeking from under the skirt. She gently landed her hand on your lower back having it slide down to your ass, giving it a slight squeeze eying the people behind you; they immediately looked away. “It’s hard dating a hot girl,” she sighs.

“Mmm, why do you say that?” your words start to become a little slurred.

“Everyone looks at you all the time, you know how that makes me feel,” she grabs your almost empty cup and sniffs, “damn, what’s in that?”

You giggle, “Uhmmm I don’t know, Liv made it. It tastes like juice, so it’s dangerousss,” you boop her nose.

“Uh huh, that’s the last one for you then, love. We don’t want a repeat of last time,” she hands you back the cup.

“Aawwww okay,” you finish the last sip. You let go of her and sway your way to the kitchen for a trash can.

A guy you haven’t met sneaks towards you. He was pretty average looking, toned, and quite short but you could tell he was about to do something he shouldn’t: talk to you.

“Hey sweet cheeks, you here with someone?” he leaned on the counter.

You rolled your eyes, “Yes, her,” you point to Rhea who was already making her way towards you. She was moving slowly knowing that you could handle yourself until she needed to step in.

“Oooh big scary woman, what is she gonna do kick my ass?” he said sarcastically as he laughed.

“Yes, actually,” you couldn’t be more serious.

“Oh I’m sure,” he continued the sarcasm, “but, no seriously though, who are you here with?”

“No seriously bro, I’m with her,” you threw back at him.

“C’mon, baby,” he began to walk around the counter towards you as a strong alcohol smell followed him, “I could make you-”

“Make her what?” Rhea growled behind him.

You caught her eyes and smiled at her devilishly. You loved seeing her jealous, it turned you on more than any alcohol could.

He turned around and looked up at her, his head almost fully touching his back, “make her scream my name,” he said a little too confidently.

“I’m giving you three seconds to walk away before I beat your scrawny ass to a pulp,” she whispered.

People noticed the commotion, but immediately turned away knowing it would end one of two ways: him being knocked out, or him being thrown out.

“Or. What,” he whispered back. He was now standing on his toes and looked more ridiculous than ever.

You couldn’t help but laugh, “You better choose wisely, buddy,” you threw in.

“One,” Rhea huffed, her hands balling into fists.

He didn’t move.

“Two,” you could see her vision becoming red.

Stupidly, he still didn’t move.

“Three,” without hesitation she swiped his legs out from under him, landing on his stomach, she placed one knee on his neck and held his arms back, while twisting his whole body in a way it shouldn’t.

“Wrong choice,” you bent over him, smiling.

“Okay! Okay!” He strained to yell, “I’m sorry!”

“Now leave or I will beat your ass,” she forcefully let go of him.

He scrambled to get up, brushing off his shirt.

“Bye-bye,” you wave to him, as you give him a fake pout.

He quickly left as the crowd watched him leave laughing at him, “he should’ve known,” and “idiot” was heard from the partiers before they returned to their drinks and dancing.

“You okay?” Rhea asked.

“Perfect,” you walk towards her and move to whisper in her ear, “but if you don’t take me home right now and fuck me until I can’t walk, you will never see this ass again.”

And with that, she grabbed your wrist and dragged you to the car with you giggling behind her.

She basically sped home, luckily it was only about fifteen minutes away. The ride home was tough because you were already so uncomfortably turned on that you couldn’t help the squirming in your seat.

Finally, walking through the door, she slammed it behind you, “Bedroom. Now,” she commanded.

You were already on the way and you were basically sprinting. You cross the threshold and wait for your next command.

“Sit,” the tattooed hand pointed at the bed, closing the door as she entered.

You sit.

“Good girl,” she strides towards you then grabs your chin and tilts it up towards her, “you look so good tonight baby.”

“Thank you,” you smile.

“You always look so good in my clothes, huh?”

“Yes ma’am,” you squirm under her.

“Too bad you won’t be wearing them for much longer,” she lets go of your chin dragging her hand down to your tits then to the bottom of the shirt, “arms.”

You lift your arms and she pulls the shirt over your head and throws it to the side.

“Scoot back and lay down,” another command.

You do as you’re told keeping eye contact with her the whole time.

“How’d I get so lucky,” she climbs on the bed crawling on top of you, stopping halfway to leave a trail of kisses on your stomach, to your chest, to your neck, to your jaw.

Your hands were gliding up her muscular back and into her hair as she goes until she decided to grab your wrists and pin them down above your head. You huff at her.

“What,” she whispers in your ear, “my poor baby. All riled up for me and you can’t do anything about it. What a shame,” she coos.

“Please, baby,” you try to force your way out of her godly grip but to no avail.

“Uh uh,” she swiftly moved to grab the handcuffs from the side table and clasps them onto you wrapping the chain on one of the many metal rods coming from the headboard, “that’d be too easy.”

“Hmph,” you grump.

She chuckled at your attempt but continued her journey, leaving dark purple marks where only the two of you could see. You’re writhing under the muscular woman, begging for anything more to ease the pressure. Her hands were grazing your skin touching every inch of your torso, gently squeezing your tits as she went. When the hands found the waist band of the skirt, she carefully and painfully slowly, took it off of you, kissing down your thighs.

Once she threw the skirt to accompany the shirt, she took your boots off too. “Wait here,” and she started to walk to the bathroom.

“Like I can go anywhere,” you say under your breath.

She snapped her head around, “What?”

“Please hurry, baby,” you try to cover.

“That’s what I thought you said. Because if you said what you actually said,” she towered over you on the side of the bed and grabbed your face squeezing your mouth open, “it’s not going to be good for you.”

Your eyes were wide but you couldn’t speak.

“Are you gonna be a good girl?”

You nod your head frantically.

“Good,” she spit in your mouth and let go of your face, “now be the slut I know you are and swallow.”

You gulp it down and open your mouth displaying your tongue so she could see that you did.

“That’s my baby,” she patted you on the cheek and walked towards the bathroom.

You finally let go of the breath you didn’t know you were holding. A chill ran through your body as you lay there with nothing but fishnets and a thong.

A few minutes later the raven haired woman comes back wearing her sports bra and booty shorts with a strap.

You gasp at the sight, your heart was beating fast in two places. Your gaze flicks up and down her body, not being able to focus on one thing as she crawls back on the bed. Her hands glided up your legs to your thighs and forced them open.

Your back arched as the cool air hit your dripping center.

“You’ve already made such a mess and we haven’t even started,” her accent was thick and deep.

“It started before we left the party,” you admit.

“Oh?” the tattooed hand grazed your inner thigh, “who made you like this?”

You knew the answer she wanted to hear and you were more than happy to tell her, “You,” you gasp as her thumb barely touched your pulsing clit.

“Mmm,” she began to draw small gentle circles with her two middle fingers, “and what did I do, baby?” She already knew the answer, but she loved to hear you say it.

You could barely form words but you tried your best, “when you…were jealous and you…” your back arched as she added more pressure, “mmmmpinned him down… with your knee and… fuck,” her fingers danced on your entrance waiting to go in but was blocked by the lace. The fishnets wouldn’t be a problem though because they were the wide holed ones and she gave those to you for this very reason.

“You love when I get protective, huh baby?”

“Mhm,” your hips grinding for any possible friction.

“Good, because this,” she moved the lace to the side and easily pushed her fingers inside of you as she moved to be face to face with you, “is mine,” she growled.

You moan loudly as your back arched pushing your stomach into her. Her thighs were holding your legs apart, her hand was easily pumping in and out of you at a steady pace. Her other hand was planted near your shoulders, her baby blues staring into your soul. “That’s it…take it!”

You whined with every push gently bouncing on her hand as she quickened her pace. The sound of you against her hand sent you spiraling.

“God, you’re such a whore,” she pulled her fingers out of you causing a groan to fall out of you, “open,” she demanded.

You open your mouth and she slides her fingers in, letting you taste yourself, cleaning them off.

She pulls them out, “spit,” she ordered and she cupped her hand in front of you. You did as told, then she covered the strap. She readjusted herself, letting the tip barely graze your entrance that was now leaking onto the sheets. “D’you want Mami’s dick, beautiful?”

“Yes, god please,” you try to move yourself down onto it but was restrained by the cuffs.

“Such a desperate lil slut, pathetic,” but she slid it in anyway, guiding it and using your hips as a brace.

“Uugghh shit,” you moan as you take the full length. You felt it widen you, the pain was minuscule compared to the pleasure you felt.

She sat there a minute letting you get used to the size, watching you squirm under her, taking in every movement. Once she thought you were fine, she slowly moved her hips back and forth, pumping the dick in and out, in and out.

“Pleeease Mami, fuck me,” you whimper.

“Do you want me to fuck your brains out, princess?” she halted her movements.

You groan at the sudden stop lifting your head up to make eye contact, “do your worst,” you growl.

A devilish smirk grew on her face. In one swift motion she pushed your legs towards your chest folding you in half, and began to fuck you senseless. The bed was squeaking she was going so hard. You moaned loudly, and continuously as she wrecked you.

“FUCK,” you screamed, the pressure in your stomach was beginning to unfold, “Don’t…stop!”

“Never,” she barked.

Pretty quickly the pressure released as you screamed in pleasure with your eyes rolling back and your hands white knuckling at the rods above you. You breath left your body as it tensed. She quickly removed the silicone from you as you squirted all over the bed. “Holy fuck,” you breathe.

“Oh we’re not done yet, babygirl,” she released you from the cuffs, letting your arms go limp. She flipped you over so that now she was on her back with you on top of her.

You took the opportunity to land a sloppy kiss as you adjusted yourself to straddle her waist. Moaning into the kiss while trying to regain movement in your arms. She sits you back down onto the strap with ease, her hands smack onto your ass then guides your hips up and down to ride the dick.

“That’s it, baby,” her hair was sticking to her forehead from sweat but she couldn’t have looked any hotter, “if only that asshole could see us now, huh? You riding my dick, screaming for me, watching me make you cum over and over again.”

“Fuck…him,” you said between bounces. You sat up to fully ride her, leaning on your hands that were holding her thighs for stability. Your tits bouncing with every movement , so her hands gripped onto them holding them in place squeezing tightly.

“He’ll never know what it’s like to make a slut like you cum, right baby?” she continued.

“Never,” you forced out, “oh fuck.”

The knot quickly built up again inside you, “Mami, please let me-”

“Do it, show him who you belong to, baby.”

So you did and hard, “FUCK, RHEA,” you continued to ride out the orgasm, your legs quivering around her as you buckled over, shaking.

“Good girl,” she praised. You slumped off, lying next to her. “I know you have another one in you,” she sat up and rolled you over. She picked your hips up so you were face down in front of her, displaying everything. “You’re too much of a slut to not.”

She slapped your ass, leaving a handprint immediately causing a whimper to fall out of you. You heard her spit, not feeling it on you, so you assumed it was on the dick.

Your moans filled the room as she plunged into you, tears filled your eyes at the intense pleasure, “God YES… FUCK,” you screamed.

“C’mon baby, just one more. You’ve done so well for me,” her soft tone contrasted with how hard she was wrecking you.

It’s been probably thirty seconds and the pressure was already there. You sneaked a hand down to your clit for added pleasure, circling it lazily. Loud whines made music to the australian’s ears as she smiled wide at the sight of you unfolding beneath her. “Cum for me, baby,” she snarled.

You screamed immediately as the orgasm washed over you, squirting all over the dick once more. She kept pounding into you as long as possible until you let your hips fall sideways having the dick slip out of you.

“You did so well baby,” she crawled to your face and left soft kisses on your sweaty red face, “My lil whore.”

“Only for you,” you forced out as you tried to catch your breath.

“Let’s get you cleaned up,” she took off the strap and dropped it with a thud. She scooped you up and carried you to the bathroom and set you down gently on the cool counter sending a shiver through you. She started the shower and let it get hot as she helped you peel off the tights and now destroyed thong. “C’mon baby,” as she helped you down and into the hot water.

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Black Light 1

Warnings: namecalling, violence, other dark elements. Proceed with caution.

Note: someone said August.

Part of The Club AU

It's retro night. You're looking bomb, feeling fly, ready to get groovy. In a manner of speaking. Platforms, short skirt, a crop top with a faux fur bolero. You are channeling your inner Cher Horowitz.

It's your nineteenth birthday and you can drink your ass off. At last. It's your time. The best days of your life are ahead of you.

Not only are you vibing, you have your posse, your trio of thots. You're not the queen bee but you're a great sidekick. The Regina George of the group is definitely Amanda and her svelte blond hair, but you'd say Kamlai is more the Gretchen Wieners than you.

You smile at the bouncer, a man with a derisive look on his eye that makes you want to dissolve into sand or dust. Whatever. Maybe a nice eerie fog so you can float away. You only catch half his face as he keeps in the shadows, waving in coeds and a few middle-aged creepers.

You wish you got the nice one with the belly. You wait for the silent man to scowl at your ID. He holds it up beside you before he flicks it back to you.

"Thank you, sir," you catch the plastic card against your chest, his eye glinting towards your cleavage.

"Go," he growls and waves forward the next eager club goer.

"Oop, okay, sorry," you make a gesture like Betty Boop, raising your shoulders as you kick a foot up, "have a great night!"

He grumbles and you quickly run to catch up with Kam and Amanda. The pulsing music embraces you and you feel the energy flow into you. This night is gonna be awesome!

"You guys have to make sure to get pics of me!" Amanda hollers above the beat, "with the cutest guy I can find. Seth can eat his heart out."

You shake your head, shrugging off your disappointment. It's supposed to be your day but somehow Amanda always finds her way into the spotlight. You're not going to worry, you're all about fun!

You get your first round of drinks and find a seat. Amanda drinks her pink martini as she scopes out the room. She blows a nonplussed raspberry.

"Ugh, not finding any hunky fuckboys," she rolls her eyes, "I mean, I need someone super fucking hot."

"Don't we all," Kam giggles as her eyes rove, "how about an older guy?"

"Hm?" Amanda gives a pout and twists around to follow Kamlai's gaze. She tilts her head back and forth.

"Not too bad, I'll take the middle one," she winks, "you two can fight over who doesn't get specs."

You look at Kam then back to the three men along the wall. Amanda must be referring to the one with the spiky hair and glasses. He's cute but you're not really into the leering type.

"It's my birthday," you say as Amanda's already on her feet.

You peek at the third guy, sandy brown hair and bright blue eyes. He's not bad. Besides, you just have to dance, Amanda can do all the wants but you're not that kinda gal. You're too damn weird to be the hookup type.

"Fine," Kam rolls her eyes, "I'll take the nerd."

🥂

You grab the stranger's hands and once more drag them off your ass. You put them on your waist and give him a look. Dude, really, take a hint.

Well, he's not a stranger stranger. His name is Cole and he likes flowers. Adorable but still, a bit too old for you.

You turn, an excuse too look around at your friends as you shimmy your hips. Kam isn't as detered as she originally let on and Amanda is gone. Alright…

"How about a drink?" Cole startles you as he leans forward to yell in your ear, "I think I owe the birthday girl at least one."

"Oh, uh, alright," you turn back to him, "sure, I needa sit down anyway."

You follow him to the bar and wait by his arm as he orders. Fuck Amanda, really? Where is she?

"Here," Cole turns back to you, handing over the bright blue cocktail, "birthday special."

You nod and smile. You look at the slice of orange hooked over the edge and sniff the sweet drink. You put your lips to the straw but before you can take a sip, it's torn out of your grasp.

"Hey fucker," the snarl bites through the breakdown of the Cyndi Lauper classic.

A large figure pushes between you and Cole, throwing the drink in his face as he sputters. You gape in surprise and look up as the bouncer stands between you and your erstwhile dance partner. He grabs the smaller man by the collar, knocking his drink to the floor.

"Get the fuck outta here."

The bouncer shoves Cole into a stool and rolls his shoulders. You have no idea what's going on. Cole gulps and looks between you and the large man, himself not by any means small but taking a quick hint. He scrabbles away as you check your feet, a few drops of alcohol on your shoes.

"Didn't anyone ever tell you not to take drinks from strangers," the bouncer turns with a bark, "fucking bimbo."

You frown at the insult but can't muster a response before he storms away. You peer down at the puddle of the cocktail then spin to see the bouncer disappear through the door. Huh, he must've seen something you didn't. You should've known Cole was a creep. You just hope his friends aren't the same.

[phenphoenix]

Who wants to cry?!

--

[Vaggie bursts into the hotel, taking everyone by surprise.] Husker: Oh, hey Vagg- (gets knocked down as Vaggie goes right past him( Nift: You ok, furrball? Husker: (blank cat stare) Anthony: (sees this sh!t happen) Whoa, whoa, whoa. You can't just-. Vaggie: Don't start with me, Tony! (stops up to her room) [Everyone looks stares where Vaggie just was, falling silent. Charlie raises an eyebrow and sinks into the floor. Vaggie enters her room, slumps into her chair and starts hyperventallating, clearly having a panic attack as Velvette's words echo in her mind.] Charlie: (apperates behind) Vaggie? Vaggie: (in shock, turns to look at Charlie) Ch-Charlie. I… You get out of my-! [Charlie grabs Vaggie by the face, turns her head to the side and brushes her hair away to see a mark Velvette left] Charlie: Oh, Vaggie… Vaggie: (bats her hand away) It's nothing. (walks to he boudoir) Charlie: No, it isn't. Overlords can be bad… but that little-. Vaggie: You have no idea what you are talking about [Charlie raises an orb similar to Nift's eye, playing back Vaggie's confession to her about why she allows herself to get drugged {Masquerade}] Charlie: I do, Vaggie. Vaggie: I don't want to talk about it. Charlie: It isn't right. Perhaps I should pay her a visit. [Charlie partially assumes her demon form and heads to the door, only for Vaggie to grab her arm.] Vaggie: Don't! Please, Charlie. Charlie: You know I can take her, you are clearly suffering, why won't you let us, me, help? Vaggie: BECAUSE I DESERVE IT! [Charlie is taken aback by the outburst] Vaggie: (fights back against the tears) I don't deserve happiness, or redemption, or love. I have hurt… killed… so many people. One little choice cast me down here, and I now have to live with it. I am the most deserving of Hell, because (ripps the back of her shirt off and reveals whats left of her wings) THIS IS WHO I AM!!! (slumps to her knees) Now you know… and you have every right to hate me, to hurt me… to kill-. [Charlie hugs Vaggie, Vaggie is flabbergasted] Charlie: You're wrong. You don't deserve this. You are a kind soul, you've shown how far you've come in rehabilitation. So what if you were an exorcist and killed who cares how many? I mean, I ended a few myself... But the fact you have seen the error of your ways is a step up from those self-righteous, hoity toity bitches. Besides, I doubt any are as cute as you. (boops Vaggie) Vaggie: (sniffs and cries a bit) Th-thanks… [the two hug] Vaggie: Listen… can you… keep this between us? I will come clean. Just, on my own time. Charlie: Not my secret to tell. [The two hug again. Razzle and Dazzle look on with smiles. Dazzle takes out a small paper and adds Velvette to the list]

I'm gonna eat your brain-

More Swap!Vaggie and Fizz parallels my beloved,,,,

[trueebeauty]

accidentally calling them by the wrong name - john & arlo

JOHN

You snuggled closer to John on the couch, a mischievous grin playing on your lips. It was time to enact your prank. "Hey Seraphina, can you hand me that blanket?"

John went rigid beside you. "Seraphina?" He turned to face you, brows furrowed. "Did you just call me Seraphina?"

Struggling to keep a straight face, you feigned innocence. "What? No, of course not."

His expression morphed into one of playful suspicion. A lopsided grin tugged at his lips as he looped an arm around your waist, pulling you flush against his side possessively.

"So she's trying to steal you away from me, huh?" His tone was light and teasing as he booped your nose. "Should I be worried Seraphina is moving in on my territory?"

I rolled my eyes, giving his chest a light shove. "Don't be ridiculous. You know Seraphina is just a friend."

"A very pretty friend who you seem to be confusing me with," he countered.

You raised an inquisitive brow. "You think she's pretty?"

John's eyes widened fractionally as panic flashed across his features. He quickly attempted to recover, raising a questioning brow of his own. "Is that all you heard?"

Unable to contain your laughter, you dissolved into a fit of giggles. "You should've seen your face!"

John let out an exaggerated huff, though the corners of his mouth twitched upwards into a smile. "You never answered my question," he pointed out.

You lightly swatted his chest. "You never answered mine either."

"Does it matter? You're the only one for me." John chuckled, tightening his embrace as you snuggled closer. 

"Good answer." You grinned and leaned in kissing the corner of his mouth. 

ARLO

You were cuddled up on the couch watching a movie with Arlo when you decided to pull your prank. Keeping your eyes on the TV, you spoke up casually. "Hey John, can you pass the remote?"

Arlo went unnaturally still beside you. Slowly, he turned his head with a look of utter bewilderment and distaste. "John?" he repeated, voice dripping with disdain as if he'd just bitten into something rotten. "Did you actually just refer to me as...him?"

Biting your lip to keep from grinning, you blinked at Arlo innocently. "Hm? Who's John?"

Arlo recoiled away from you with a look of deep offense, shoulders pulling back as his nose wrinkled. "Don't play coy! You very clearly called me by that...that cretin's name." He shuddered dramatically.

"Arlo, baby, you know I would never confuse you with someone like John," you said, struggling not to laugh at his over-the-top reaction. Reaching out, you ran a soothing hand down his arm, deciding to stroke his ego. "You're far too refined and regal."

He eyed you suspiciously for a moment before seeming to accept your flattery. With a lofty sniff, Arlo straightened his posture, chin tilting upwards. "Well, I should certainly hope so. It would be a grievous insult to my standing to be mistaken for such a cripple."

You rose a brow, eyeing him with a knowing look. "Riiight," you drawled out.

"What?" He asked, a slight edge to his tone.

You shook your head, barely smothering your giggle at his affronted expression. Scooting closer, you nuzzled against his side placatingly. "Nothing, my king. You're one of a kind."

Though Arlo tried to maintain a disgruntled facade, a small smile tugged at the corners of his mouth as he wrapped an arm around you, pulling you snug against him. "I better be," he muttered, though you could hear the pleased note in his voice.

[emilybahu]

Several Sentence Sunday!

Got a good piece of my ‘Tommy gets a cat’ fic for y’all today, if you’re interested, this is in the same universe as a fic I wrote a couple months ago where Eddie adopts a cat (link to that post here). The part I’m posting today isn’t going into Tommy finding his cat, but you get to see Tommy giving Eddie’s kitten some love!

Tommy made it safely to Eddie’s house, finding the key under the mat and letting himself in. He entered the house, closing the door behind him. It felt weird being in Eddie’s house by himself; he felt like he shouldn’t be there even though Eddie asked him to. Regardless, Tommy went down the hall to Eddie’s room to let Shadow out to roam.

When he opened the door, Shadow was sitting behind it, clearly expecting Eddie. She cocked her head adorably to the side and looked at Tommy before walking to him and rubbing up against his legs in greeting. He smiled, squatting down to offer a hand for Shadow to sniff. She seemed to recognize Tommy without it, though, pressing her tiny head into Tommy’s hand.

“Ah, so you do remember me,” Tommy said as he gently scratched Shadow’s head; the kitten purred, seeming happy with the attention.

Tommy stood up from his crouched position, and Shadow meowed at him as if to say, “Did I say you should stop petting me?” she then stood on her hind legs, her front paws reaching up his calf.

“Aww, sweet girl,” Tommy cooed at Shadow. "Do you want me to pick you up?” he asked as he bent down to pick the kitten up.

Shadow, the sweet, cuddly cat she was, immediately cuddled into Tommy, nuzzling into his chest. This made him beyond happy. God, he loved cats so damn much. The best part was that no one was there to watch, as his heart actively melted because Shadow cuddled into him.

“Every time I see you, you make me want to steal you,” Tommy whispered to Shadow as he sat on the couch with her still in his arms. “Eddie wouldn’t be too happy about that, would he? He loves you so much; I hope you know that.” He continued after setting the kitten on his lap.

Tommy booped the little cat’s nose, and she pawed at his finger. He laughed lightly, “God, you’re too cute for your own good Shadow.”

Yes, Tommy was having a conversation with a kitten. He honestly couldn’t help it. He always did this with his previous cats; he could swear that sometimes they actually understood him. Shadow was just staring up at him with a face that oddly reminded him of Evan’s face when the man intently listened to Tommy's stories.

Okay, maybe he really needed some sleep because now he’s comparing his boyfriend’s face to a kitten's. While they’re both very adorable, Evan is adorable in a very different way than Shadow. Tommy figured he probably shouldn’t get worked up about his boyfriend while sitting on Eddie’s couch.

Shadow had made herself comfortable, curling up on Tommy’s lap as he pondered about Evan. Tommy looked down and smiled at Shadow, gently stroking her back, causing her to purr. The longer he sat there with the little cat on his lap, the more tired he felt. Eventually, he let himself fall asleep sitting on the couch even though he knew he’d likely regret it later.

A couple of hours later, Tommy woke up to Shadow jumping off his lap and the sound of the door opening, followed by the happy chatter between Eddie and Evan. He kept his eyes closed; he wasn’t quite fully awake yet.

Then he heard Shadow meow at Eddie, and Eddie greeted the kitten: “Aww, hi Shadow. Did you miss me?”

Tommy heard Evan snicker at Eddie, felt a pair of very familiar lips on his forehead, and hummed, “Hmmmmm.”

“Hi, Tommy,” Evan sweetly said as he caressed Tommy’s cheek.

“Hi, Evan,” Tommy smiled.

Tommy watched as Evan looked over to Eddie, who was still distracted by Shadow. He looked back at him with a small smile before briefly connecting their lips. Tommy hummed quietly as his boyfriend pulled away.

“What a nice way to wake up,” Tommy said just loud enough for Evan to hear as he finally got off the couch and slowly stretched.

Evan snickered at that as Tommy rounded the couch and hugged his boyfriend, arms wrapping around Evan’s waist as Tommy rested his forehead on his shoulder. Evan, of course, wrapped his arms around Tommy, rubbing a hand up and down his back. Tommy felt his boyfriend kiss his temple lightly, and he smiled.

“You tired, baby?” Evan lightly laughed as he leaned his cheek against his hair.

“Mhm, it’s no joke that Eddie’s couch isn’t great for sleeping on,” Tommy mumbled into his boyfriend’s shoulder.

Evan laughed a little louder this time, getting Eddie’s attention.

“What’s so funny over there, lovebirds,” Tommy heard Eddie teasing.

To be continued…

[chrollo-lucilfers-chains]

Hiii I only read few of your posts about chrollo because I am stressed due to my exams 😔 but as soon as they are over I am going to read all of them because the ones i read are amazing!

But could I request a really sweet and gentle chrollo? 🥺 because there are so many yandere chrollo (which i also enjoy reading) on tumblr and so few of fluff chrollo like maybe chrollo who helps his s/o to relax and tell her that everything is fine? 🫂

And I also apologize for my bad English since its not my first language 💀

No worries love, I feel you with exam season...

You close the door behind you with a huff and groan, leaving behind a wet trail of water. Finally this shitty day will be over!

You'd went to a Cafe to get some studying in. Usually this works great for you and the buzzing environment helps you focus, but today was just not it. Apparently three families had decided that today would be the perfect day to have a family lunch and neither the kids nor the parents felt the need to be discreet about the incredible intricacies of their abismally boring private lives.

Coincidentally, on the way back, a sudden rainstorm had decided to make your day even worse, with making you soaked and you having to sprint home.

Now you just feel bad for not having done nearly as much as you'd originally planned for the day and you're cold and wet on top of it.

Sighing in self pity, you drop your keys into the little bowl at the door, relishing in the familiar quiet of your flat.

There is some light shining from the study so you make your way to the door. Peeking into the room your mouth forms a smile.

Chrollo is sitting in your beloved armchair, reading one of his books.

"Hello dear, welcome home," He says and reads one more sentence before tearing his eyes away from the page to look up at you with his steel gray eyes.

Before he can say anything else, you crawl on his lap and slump into his arms, burying your face in his chest with yet another dramatic groan of frustration.

He lets out a chuckle as you rub your wet face on his shirt.

"Hard day studying?" He asks, stroking your cold cheek with his thumb. You nod and wrap your arms around him in a tight hug. He pulls you closer as well and boops your hairline with his nose.

Slowly, the cold from you body begins to dissipate, wrapped in his embrace.

"I feel like I haven't done nearly enough for the exams that are coming up soon. It was just soo much and the cafe was soo loud today... " You sniff. "I couldn't concentrate at all!"

Chrollo listens to your complaining, while stroking your hair calmly. You look up at him and he smiles, quickly kissing your lips.

"I'm sure you did as well as you could, given the situation at hand. You've been studying so much the last few days too so don't worry. You'll be fine!"

He's so pretty in the low light of the study. Rain and the evening darkening the sky outside. Now that you're inside, it's quite the nice sound, to hear the pitter patter on the windows and the storm outside blowing through the street.

Listening to his sympathetic voice you smush your face back into his chest. He smells nice, you notice...

"I also got drenched on the way back," you murmur quietly and he laughs at that.

"Yes, I can feel that, dear. You're quite literally sitting on top of me." The hand on your waist squeezes your side as if to bring home the point that you're getting him all wet.

"Sorry." You bump your head against his peck with a smile, not sorry at all. But he only chuckles and pats your head in a gentle motion.

"It's fine. I was going to wash the shirt tomorrow anyways. Might as well add the pants and your clothes to that."

Your smile widens. Surely, your boyfriend is the best of all the boyfriends in the world.

Chrollo softly lifts up your chin to look at you. You blink at him and he presses a kiss to your ice-cold nose.

"We should quickly hop in the shower together, you know? For warming-up purposes only, of course." You snort and kiss him properly on the lips.

"Of course."

[mamaslittlespace]

Best Prince

☁︎ this fic is about: Cg!Kirishima x trans!masc!little!reader

☁︎ fic warnings: body dysmorphia, angst comfort, crying, kiri is called dada, he/him pronouns, slipping into little space, kiri being the best.

☁︎ sorry this took so long!! Big me had a lot of problems and had to go away…So I hope this is okay!

☁︎ this was requested by a lovely little! This story is about when the reader gets too stressed about his body that he slips, and dada kiri is there.

Staring at yourself in the mirror you notice everything that is wrong, all the ares you wished you could change. It was hard not feel yourself, or feel comfortable in your body. All day you had been trying on different clothes to make you feel more comfortable but nothing seemed to be working.

Slowly your lip and chin start to quiver, your eyes getting wider and more teary, and your throat began feeling numb. That’s when the switch inside your head went off and little you took over for big you. Sinking to the floor with a sob, all you want is your paci and stuffie. Crawling on the cold floor you go to the area where everything is put up, you’re good a cleaning up! So you grabbed the paci and place it in your mouth immediately and grab the stuffie your dada gave you..

Dada..

As tears trail done you cheeks you look around for him and he’s no where to be seen: this making you tear up more. And you are now out on a mission to find him, as you crawl to the bedroom door and go to twist the nub you hear footsteps in the hallway. A small spark of happiness rushes through you and back away from the door for him to open.

The door creaks open and there he stands, your big and red Cg. He looked down at you quickly with a smile but it fades as soon as he sees your tears. Before you could muffle anything he kneels down and pulls you into his arms while taking a seat in the floor with you, then pulling you closer so he’s holding you. To know you’re safe and protected now it makes you started to really cry, full on sobbing into his chest and getting it all wet but he can’t care less.

While you cry and he runs his hands on your back, rocks you back and forth while making soft wind sounds with his mouth. You feel at home in his arms.

“Wanna tell me what’s got you upset?” His tone is hushed as he move his body to soothe you. His arms feel so warm, and he feels so safe. You sniff and rub your cheeks and eyes of tears but they are failing to stop.

Slowly you start to tell him in pieces of what’s the matter with you. In hiccup and small words at a time, your words messy since you become deeper into little space.

You know what comes next?

He’s going to take care of you and make you feel seen and happy again.

“You are so perfect, my little prince.” He’s kissing your little chubby cheeks. He’s lifting you up and taking you over to your play area to play with any toys and things you want!!

“So little yet so brave! Best boy in all the kingdom.” He’s going to boop your nose. Making you snacks and dinner, play with your toys until you need a nap. And over all he’s going to remind you that no matter what, he’ll protect you. And that you are worthy of feeling confident in yourself.

(Ps. He’s going to want to play castle so you’ll get to be the prince…Make him obey your command for more cookies little ones!)

[blackhakumen]

Mini Fanfic #1217: Best Pals Forever (Pokemon: Dogs in Love 2)

Crap Gorps: But....Because I knew youuu~

Jolteon: Because I knew youuuu~

Crap Gorps/Jolteon: Because I knew you~ I have been chaaaaaaaanged......For goooooooood~

Two best friends giggles softly as they lean over and Hugs one another.

Jolteon: I love you man~

Crap Gorps: Ditto- (Suddenly Felt Something Small and Wet Drop on him as He Looks Up and Sees) Hm? It's raining? But I thought it was supposed to be- (Eyes Widened at the Realization) Oh no. Uhh..... buddy?-

Jolteon: (Already Tearing Up) I love you so much, Crap Gooorrps!~

Crap Gorps: (Quickly and Gently Rubs Jolteon's Back in Comfort) I know, I know. I love you too, man. I'm.....pretty sure we already established that seconds ago-

Jolteon: Our friendship is so sacred to me!~ I don't want this all to end noooow!~

Crap Gorps: Wait. (Pulls Away For a Second) Is that what you've been worried about? Our friendship?

Jolteon: Coming to an ennnnnnnnd!~

The rain starts going down more harder than originally as the sound of thunder begins to emerge.

Crap Gorps: (Quickly Went Back to Rubbing his Pal's Back in Panic) Hey-Hey-Hey! It's okay! It's okay. Don't cry. Our friendship isn't going anywhere.

Jolteon: (Puts his Wailing on Hold and Stares at Crap Gorps with His Sad, Sparkling Eyes) Really? ('Sniff') Really? Are you sure?

Crap Gorps: (Gives Jolteon a Reassuring Smile) Positive, man. (Chuckles Lightly) Heck, if anything, this is the most positive I've been a very long while- (Stops Chuckling Once He Realizes He Said a (Very Weak) Swearing Word in Front his Now Pouting Friend) Uhh- ('Clear Throat') Sorry.

Jolteon: ('Sigh') It's fine. I'll allow it just this once, Crap Gorps. (Lightly Boops on Crap Gorps (Non Existent) Nose)

Crap Gorps: (Chuckles Ticklishly) Okay, great! But seriously though, even if we do go our seperate ways, which I can't stress enough, HIGHLY doubt that will ever happen anytime soon, our friendship won't automatically break apart along with it. We've been through so much together let it all go to waste now, am I right?

Jolteon: Yeah. ('Sniff') I don't want it all to go away....

Crap Gorps: (Gently Grabs Hold of Both Jolteon's Paws) And it won't. I promise. You, me, the rest of our team, we're all on this together, cheesy as it sounds.

Jolteon: (Giggles a Bit) I like cheesy stuff~

Crap Gorps: (Chuckles Lightly) I bet you do. You're sounding better already.

Jolteon: (Smiles a Bit) Yeah, I guess I am huh? I'm sorry I got a little emotional earlier.....

Crap Gorps: No worries, man. I get it. I'd probably be freaking outta too if I were in your....paws. You know you guys are the first real friends I've ever made, right?

Jolteon: ('Gasps') Really?~ What about your law office buddies?

Crap Gorps: (Shrugs) Eh. Our relationship is more professional if anything. I think I remember a few of them didn't like me all that much.

Jolteon: (Starts Pouting Again) I don't know why. You're the coolest guy I ever known, Crap Gorps!~

Crap Gorps: (Heart Begins to Melt in Genuine Happiness) Aww~ Thanks, man. I'm pretty sure you're objectively more cooler than I am though.

Jolteon: (Blushes a Bit While Flailing his Paw Down a Bit) Oh hush, you~ We can both be the coolest together! How's that sound?

Crap Gorps: (Grabs his Chin While Thinking) Hmm.....Cop out conclusion- (Shrugs) But sure, why not. Hey, you like SpongeBob right? (Points Back at the Pokemon HQ Lab Behind Him) Wanna watch all three of his movies back inside? I-I mean, only of you want to, of cour-

Jolteon: (Stares into his Best Friend's Eyes As His Begins to Sparkle) Grops, I LOVE SpongeBob, let's do it!~

Crap Gorps: (Stardled a Bit by Jolteon's Sudden Stare Vefore Returning Back to his Posture) Alright. Good to know. Let's go. (Walks Back to HQ with Jolteon By his Jolteon) Glad to see you're in high spirits again.

Jolteon: All thanks to you, buddy. You're a real life saver, you know that?

Crap Gorps: (Rubs the Back of his Head Back and Forth) I wouldn't exactly call myself that really. Considering all the times you helped cheer me up in journey together, I'd figure I try to return the favor for once, you know?

Jolteon: ('Sniff') And you succeed with flying lights and colors.....('Sniff') I'm so proud of you, buddy!~

'Thunder Roaring'

Crap Gorps: Uhhhh H-How about we save the crying after we watch the movie, yeah? We have the whole evening ahead of us, you know?

Jolteon: (Giggles Softly) Okay, I'll try to keep it together. (Lays his Head Onto his Best Friend's Shoulder) Only for you, Crap Gorps~

Crap Gorps: ('Sighs a Bit in Relief') Right. Thank you.

As the two pals made their way back to HQ the clouds in the sky finally begins to clear themselves out, revealing a bright sun shining down on the area in question.

As the journey concluded, it still turned to be a very beautiful day after all.

@jelloapocalypse

[cowboywritersworld]

What a cute puppy

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Characters: Hangman Adam Page, Reader

Prompt: 01. Rainstorm from Flufftober 2024 by @thepenultimateword

01. Lost pet meet cute from Flufftober by @flufftober.

Spooky divider from @thecutestgrotto

You are relieved when you finally park in front of your house in Virginia. You have been driving for around three hours, Adam sitting in the passenger seat, tired after a long and hard match he had that evening. You sigh and gently move him a bit, so that he wakes up, not really liking how much it is raining outside. The last thing you need is to get soaked wet and sick, or worse... Him not feeling well.

"Babe, you run to the front door and open, I'll take your bag and follow behind." You peck him on the lips and he smiles with a nod.

"Sure thing, sweetie. Wait here for me, I'll come get you with an umbrella." He brushes a hand on your cheek.

"It's fine, babe. Go start a hot bath for both of us, I'll be inside in a minute, really."

You lean into his touch, which felt so relaxing. Not long after, he gets out and then inside the house, while you gather the bags and prepare yourself to get out into that rainstorm. At least a hot bath will surely help. You would make anything for him, so that is why you told him not to come back to get you.

As you get out and lock the car, you hear a very faint whine, but it doesn't seem like one of a baby, more like one a suffering dog would make. Having had many dogs in your life, you can recognize it without a problem. Looking in front of you, you can see almost nothing, but you unlock the car, leave the bags there and start following that whine.

"Oh puppy, you must be freezing."

You say as you notice it under a bush. It looks like it has an injured paw as well, but it is definitely soaking wet, so you have to take it out. You kneel down and take it carefully from there, the dog reacting faintly, but not barking or biting you.

You don't see any nametag and don't remember any of your neighbours have such a puppy, so you decide to take it home with you. It sniffs you as you protect it with your own jacket, whining and shaking in your arms.

"We'll be in a warm place very soon." You assure, before taking the bags as well and finally getting into the house. "Babe! We have a new entry!" There is no way you'll let the little dog out once again, especially if it doesn't belong to anyone.

"New entry? What do you m-" Adam closed the hot water and got to the stairs, gasping at the sight of the little puppy in her arms.

"I found it outside before coming in. Hence why I took so much time and am soaking wet like this right now." You smile and put the puppy down. "Will you please get some towels? It is freezing, who knows how much it was there under that rain."

"I'll be there in a moment." He disappears in the bathroom and appears once again not long after, with a pile of towels, with which they quickly made it dry.

"Is this destiny? We were wondering about taking one and now we found this beautiful poddle." You smile and cuddle the puppy, which waddles the tail happy.

"We can always take another one, to keep it company. Make sure that they are not alone when we travel around, bring them with us if we can." He smiles and hugs you. "You should take this wet clothes off and get into that hot bath with me now. Maybe you don't realise it, but you are freezing as well."

"It's October, fall and there is a storm outside, of course I am freezing." You boop him on the nose, laughing. "Let's go, my charming cowboy."

[slytherinshua]

SNOOZE genre ➳ fluff. warnings ➳ none. pairing ➳ jihoon x reader. wc ➳ 740. a/n ➳ guess who's back *evil cackling*

“Sleep is for the weak.” Jihoon muttered, talking to himself as there was no one else in the room. It was already past 1 am, but he was determined to stay up for your arrival. You had been gone for weeks. Talking to you through the phone just wasn’t the same, and your boyfriend was determined to shower you with hugs and kisses as soon as you walked through the door.

Your flight wouldn’t land for another 2 hours, though. He could potentially go to sleep and wake up before you arrived, but he didn’t want to take the risk of sleeping in later than intended. So, instead, he hugged your pillow to his chest, sitting on the couch in a little ball, waiting patiently as the clock ticked later and later.

At around 2 am, he felt his eyelids start to droop closed. Max was curled up next to him, peacefully sleeping, and yeah that looked very very inviting, but Jihoon wasn’t going to give in to his body’s sleep signals. Not when you were going to walk through the door in an hour.

Your flight landed earlier than you expected, and you sent an excited text to Jihoon as soon as you were off the plane. He didn’t read it, though, which was strange coming from him. He was always on his phone and responding to your texts immediately.

His apartment wasn’t far away from the airport, and it only took 15 minutes to get there in a taxi. You fully expected to get tackled as soon as you walked through the door, knowing our boyfriend and his clinginess after not seeing you for a while. Instead, you found the house completely silent, and only noticed Max lift his head and sniff with his nose as he recognized your smell.

Once you had shrugged off your backpack and discarded your shoes, you peeked into Jihoon’s bedroom, but it was empty. Max was following right behind you and quickly seemed to realise who you were looking for. You were led to the living room couch where you found your boyfriend.

He was sleeping on his side, but still curled up with his arms around his leg. His hair had fallen over his face, and you immediately reached out to adjust it. His face felt warm and the soft inhale and exhale of his breath made you feel calm and at home. You gently sat down on the couch next to him, a smile creeping on your face as you realized that he had fallen asleep while waiting for you to get back, hand still lightly holding his phone where he was probably waiting for your texts.

You were content to just watch him sleep for a while before you felt your own tiredness suddenly sink upon you. With a yawn, you realised the bed was probably a much comfier place to sleep, and that you’d rather fall asleep wrapped up in Jihoon’s arm. So, there was no choice but to wake him up from his peaceful slumber.

Leaning over, you booped his nose first (it was an impulsive urge that you couldn’t resist). It seemed to make him stir slightly, but wasn’t enough to fully wake him. 

“Baby, wake up.” You whispered close to his ear. He opened his eyes, blinked a few times at you before his brain seemed to realise that it was actually you.

He sat up quickly, pulling you into his arms and mumbling, “you’re back”, “why didn’t you wake me up sooner?”, “I missed you”, and “I didn’t mean to fall asleep, I’m sorry.” You giggled at his hurried apologies and suddenly clingy nature.

He kept you in his arms for a long time, at first talking in little whispers before the conversation completely died out and you both just enjoyed being in each other's arms after so long. A yawn escaped your mouth which prompted Jihoon to finally break the hug and suggest going to get ready for bed.

You were finally able to sigh with content after brushing your teeth and reclaiming your rightful spot in Jihoon’s arms under the soft covers of your bed. Jihoon’s embrace was comforting and warm and gentle and loving. With the feather-light kisses he was placing to your forehead and the murmurs of ‘I missed you’, and ‘I love you’, there was no place in the entire world that you would rather be at this moment.