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Just because I can feel when death is coming,
Doesnt make it easier when it happens.
#personal#lifeblogging#cw death#tw death#tw pet death#cw pet death#i knew it was coming#i could feel it before we even made the vet checkup appointment#i knew what they were gonna say#i just knew#it was the same as when traveler died#i could feel his coming too#even if everyone thought it was a passing illness#its like a sinking pit in your gut#a void that whispers its newfound emptiness as their soul leaves the world#its for the best of course#everything dies#but i mourn the loss of her flesh#that i cant keep hold of her body#i held her all the way through#i made sure she was comfortable all the way#she never left my arms until she was gone#she was still so warm and peaceful#quiet and purring until it all stopped#21 years old……#she was a mother to me although she was an animal#it felt like she’d live forever#but now shes gone
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sevika relationship headcanons
warnings: smut by the end, that's probably it
a/n: i sure hope this doesn't awaken anything in me
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She would never tell you this—not in a million years—but something stirs inside her chest whenever she manages to tower over you in any way.
You might be resting against a wall, and she comes by your side to say something, her arm staying just a few inches above your head (and you pretend it doesn’t do something to you deep down). When she realizes how close you are, it’s like a punch to her gut, and she quickly makes some excuse to leave before you notice her dilated pupils.
After the two of you get together, she loves to tease you and make sure you’re aware of the difference between the two of you (pervert). If you ask her about it, she’ll just say she likes how strong it makes her feel. But it’s not just that: it’s how much cleavage she gets to see, how much of your scent she gets to breathe in, and how easy it would be to just throw you over her shoulder and carry you off wherever she pleases.
She won’t ask you outright, but she always pats her lap to invite you to sit on it—whether it’s during one of her games, at a party, or during a meeting to organize something. She wants to have her hands on you at all times, making sure you’re content and pretty.
There are also the quiet moments, when it’s just the two of you and nothing bad is going on. She’ll climb up until she’s almost on Piltover, your hand in hers. She’ll sit down against a pillar, pull you to her until you’re sitting between her knees, her chin resting on the top of your head, lighting up a joint if she feels like it.
She can feel your heart beating against her chest, nothing else happening, and she wonders if this is something she can actually do—something she can actually deserve. But the lights are shining, children are playing and laughing, and you’re almost purring in her arms, so it’s okay.
Even after she’s used to the relationship, she gets flustered when you hold her by her waist, run your hands over it, or simply rest them there. It’s not just the promise of further touches (God knows she loves those), but also the possessiveness she sees in your eyes. It’s different from what she’s used to—not just being needed, but also wanted.
She loves to watch you fuck yourself on her strap, smoking a joint with her mech arm while her other hand plays with your ass.
She’s an active participant as well, but there’s something so thrilling about your desperation and your need for her.
When she eats you out, she always goes overboard, and you end up pulling her hair really hard. She stops what she’s doing and glares at you before telling you to go harder, then dives right back in.
She likes to pull your lips apart just to watch you clench around nothing.
She loses it when you wear those short, skintight skirts that barely cover your ass in public, your eyes making it clear that whatever you’re doing, it’s on purpose.
She sits you down on the stool in front of her, spreads your legs, and fingers you right then and there until you’re clutching her arm for dear life, trying to suppress your moans.
She licks her hand clean before taking you home.
#arcane imagine#arcane#arcane x reader#arcane smut#sevika#sevika arcane#sevika x reader#sevika imagine#sevika smut#sevika x reader smut
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the anniversary. l Joel Miller
Summary: he forgot about a very important date for you
Warnings: +18, smut, angst, unprotected sex (don't do that), fingering, oral sex (f receiving), cum play, breeding kink or just talking about kids
A/N: somehow it came out the same way. I hope you like it. Thank you for every feedback, it means a lot to me.
The car quietly pulled into the driveway and after a moment the engine and the lights were turned off. He didn't get out right away, he just reached for the phone lying on the passenger seat and glanced at the last message Tommy had sent him.
He cursed quietly under his breath. This renovation had been causing them problems from the start and they wanted to finish it as soon as possible, but Joel's blood pressure rose every time he saw or heard that something would extend their work again. This time it was the same.
"Fuck." he hissed under his breath, resigned.
His gaze rolled over the quiet area immersed in sleep. It was already around midnight. Once again he had spent way too much time at work.
The car door slammed shut and his steps headed towards the door. The lights inside were dimmed, you had left them on just enough so he could safely move around the interior.
His gaze wandered to the couch in the living room, he was probably secretly hoping to see you there, but it was so late that he knew it was a foolish hope. You worked too, and you looked after the house and were there for Sarah while he was at work, which was... for too long lately.
His legs took him to the kitchen and the fridge, but when he opened the door he froze for a moment. There were several containers full of food on the shelves, and he definitely hadn't seen them there this morning. The cardboard box from your favourite cake shop looked completely untouched. And that bottle of champagne.
A cold shiver ran down his spine. Joel swallowed hard, feeling his throat tighten and a heavy stone sinking into his stomach.
Something was wrong. Very wrong.
More pieces of the puzzle started fitting together in his head. Fresh flowers in the living room, candles standing on the kitchen counter.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck."
When his eyes stopped at the calendar hanging on the wall he knew he had fucked everything up.
His hand went to his hair and he ruffled it wondering how angry you could be at him. Joel would probably rather you were angry because the disappointment in your eyes would kill him.
He couldn't hide in the kitchen forever though so he headed upstairs. He glanced through the ajar door to Sarah's room. Her bed was empty. That's right, for a few days you both told him that she would be staying at a friend's.
Another stone fell into his stomach.
The bedroom you shared was dark, but a small lamp was on by the bed, your silhouette was outlined under the sheets. This view was one of his favorites. You were sleeping quietly breathing.
Joel took off his shoes and shirt, throwing it towards the laundry basket. He climbed onto the bed and gently kissed your shoulder, then once again until you purred quietly.
"J-Joel?" your voice was quiet and sleepy "Is something wrong? What time is it?"
"Late. Midnight or something." he replied, resting his arms on either side of you "Baby, I'm so fucking sorry..."
You groaned, hiding your face in your hands so he wouldn't see your embarrassment. You hoped that this conversation wouldn't happen, that you'd forget and go back to normal. But Joel didn't like unfinished business.
"I felt really stupid." you finally spoke up "For a moment I even wondered if I hadn't mixed up the dates. So I found the marriage certificate…"
"I messed everything up. I remembered that, at least at the beginning of the week."
"Yeah, I know. You worked a lot." your hand stroked his scratchy cheek "At least we have so much food that we don't have to cook tomorrow. And Sarah will be really happy about the cake I bought."
"That's not fair. You worked too, and then you came home, did all these things, and remembered our anniversary."
"Multitasking."
"I told you, you're better than Wonder Woman." you giggled, and that brought him relief "I'm so sorry, baby. I really am. I fucked it all up."
"You fucked up." You nodded, but your smile softened it "But we can still do something about it."
"Yeah?"
A sly smile appeared on his lips as your body settled beneath him. Your hands slid gently over his chest to his soft belly where your nails scratched it pleasantly.
He leaned down and his lips brushed yours, nibbling gently before his warm tongue slipped inside, caressing you pleasantly. A quiet groan escaped your throat.
You couldn't remember the last time Joel kissed you like that. The last few weeks had been quite hard, his late homecomings didn't make anything easier. In the evenings, you both fell into bed and before anything could happen, you fell asleep deeply.
Now, you had time and the house just for yourselves.
"Joel?" you murmured quietly as his lips moved to your neck. "Maybe you're tired, huh? I don't want you to be unconscious at work tomorrow."
A single movement of his hips and the large bulge hidden in his jeans rubbing against your thigh was a clear answer. He kissed your lips again and then sat up, removing the sheets from you.
"Oh, baby..." he sighed seeing that you were only wearing his shirt and panties "Even if I was on my deathbed I would ask for the opportunity to eat you out."
"God! Miller!" you laughed "What's that supposed to mean?"
"You won't understand." his large hands slid down your thighs squeezing them lightly "It's such a man thing."
His fingers reached for the hem of your panties and he slid them down without much trouble. He spread your thighs apart and you felt the heat flooding your neck. You were totally exposed to him, but Joel always made you feel totally sexy and desired even in a situation like this.
He settled himself between your thighs giving them a few kisses and squeezes. It was like a final countdown to what was about to happen. One, slow lick and the air left your lungs.
"So pretty." Joel mumbled and you bit your lip "I'm a lucky bastard."
You didn't have a chance to respond as his mouth closed over your heat. His tongue teased your button.
"Jesus!"
That was all that could escape your lips as you tried to catch your breath and control your body. Joel made sounds like he planned to eat you out completely and leave you barely alive. Unconsciously, your hips jerked trying to break free from the pleasure his mouth was giving you, but his hands held you tighter to the mattress.
"Stay." he mumbled "You're not going anywhere."
One of your hands tightened on the headboard of the bed and the other tangled in Joel's hair. You felt him slide his tongue into your heated pussy, in and out, his thumb making small circles on your clit. You felt his scratchy stubble on your thighs, his hands pressing you down to the mattress.
"I'm so close...so close..."
"I can feel it, baby. C'mon, let go."
His two thick fingers slid into you without a problem, finding the right spot. You clenched your thighs tighter, but that didn't stop him, his fingers moved faster and faster and after a moment, indescribable pleasure spread through your body.
"Oh my God!" you moaned "Fuck!"
Joel didn’t wait, freed himself from between your legs and unzipped his pants, freeing his hard cock. He gave it a few pumps, his hands were slick with your juices. But it was his eyes that were the most hypnotizing. Those beautiful, brown eyes turned almost black. You knew he wanted you so much.
Not a word was said. His cock touched your pussy and after a moment he easily slid into you, stretching your walls pleasantly. Joel lay on you, pinning you harder to the mattress with the weight of his body. His fingers slid into your hair and his lips crushed yours. You only had time to wrap your legs around his waist before he thrust in for the first time.
His cock pushed in harder and deeper. You wanted to catch your breath, but Joel's mouth was swallowing you and it wasn't until he buried his face in your hair, moaning loudly, that you managed to do it.
You loved it when he made such dirty sounds, but living with a teenager, he had to hold back. Now Joel gave you a real concert.
"You're so tight, baby. So fucking good for me." he moaned in your ear. "I missed that pussy so much. I want to fuck you all night long."
You couldn't answer. No grammatically correct sentence was able to form in your brain. Your pussy took over and the only thing that slipped out from between your lips was:
"Harder, Joel… Fuck me harder."
Joel got up and knelt on the mattress. He threw your legs over his shoulders and held them tight, then began to pound into you harder and harder. Every movement was precise and hit exactly where you needed him. His cock moved hard inside you and you felt yourself getting closer to the edge really fast.
"I'm close, baby!" he panted "Cum for me, I want to feel you."
"Joel..."
"C'mon, baby." His thumb found your clit again and rubbed it hard "Fuck, c'mon!"
Your body arched. You could feel your walls squeeze his cock, the muscles in your legs quivering, but Joel didn't slow down. A few more hard thrusts and he filled you to the brim, a groan of pleasure escaping his throat as he tilted his head back.
"Sweet Jesus..." he mumbled, lowering his arms and letting your legs fall onto the bed, "Fuck, I've missed this so much..."
His cock slid out of you, and some of his seed flowed out of you after it. He watched it for a moment, then his fingers lazily pushed it back in.
"You know..." he began as his eyes moved to your face, "We should start talking about this eventually."
"About what?" you asked.
Joel laid down next to you, sliding down his jeans and laying completely naked, still breathing deeply.
"About kids." he replied calmly, turning his head to face you, "I'm not getting any younger, and I'd really like to have a kid or two with you."
"A kid or two?" you laughed.
"Yeah, why not?" his eyes shone so beautifully when he spoke about it "I would like to see your belly grow full of our baby. You will be even more beautiful. Besides, you are a wonderful mother to Sarah, she adores you. Would you like that? Because if you are not ready, baby, we can wait with it. We still have time."
You stroked his cheek, smiling fondly at him.
"I think I am ready, sweetie. It would be a wonderful journey together, don't you think?"
"Definitely."
You moved closer to him and snuggled into his arms. You were happy and you didn’t want to give up this moment for anything in the world.
☆☆☆
Thank you for your time.
#joel miller#pedro pascal#the last of us#joel miller x f!reader#joel miller x female reader#joel miller x reader
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I don't know if this would be classed as a -one-hot, drabble or Imagine but can you pls write a little something about: Adam and his 3rd wide (bless him) getting jt on I'm his office and Lute walking in and how they'd all react? I love your writing sm!
A/n: Adam finally finding someone that loves him and puts up with his bullshit.
You looked good, so, so good.
"Fucking beautiful." Adam groaned against your neck, his large hand running down your back as he hovered behind you. Your body pressed against his desk. "Be as loud or quiet as you want babe..."You were perfect in his eyes."I won’t stop fucking and putting a baby inside of you.”
He firmly yet gently pressed you down to against the desk, his hips met your ass, making him grinding sensuously against you.
“You're make me a Daddy, Princess? Let me take care of you. All you need to do is stay still and let me do all the work and stay pretty like the Princess that you are.” Adam's lips grazed the nape of your neck.
"Adam...please." You were so quiet, so cute. Your nails dug into the wood of the table as you rubbed yourself against his hips.
Adam smirked, his eyes narrowing with a predatory glint as he watched you squirm against him. He loved how eager you were. His hans tightened his grip on your hips, his fingers digging into your flesh possessively as they slipped under the skirt you wore until they dipped past your panties and into your warmth.
"Such a good girl," he purred, his voice laced with dark desire. "You're so wet for me, baby. You can't get enough of my cock, can you?" Nuzzling his nose into your neck he could feel your slick folds clenching around his fingers as he teased your entrance, circling his digit around your clit, relishing in the way you moaned and bucked against his touch.
Adam's breath hot against your ear, teeth grazing the skin "I'm going to fuck you until you can't even remember your own name, Princess. You'll be screaming my name, begging for more." Without warning, he pushed two fingers inside you, curling them to hit that sweet spot deep within. His pace was relentless, his thrusts fast and hard.
As his fingers worked their magic, Adam other hand slipped underneath your shirt, his fingers finding your hardened nipple. He pinched and twisted it, adding an extra layer of pleasure to the overwhelming sensations coursing through your body. With every thrust of his fingers, he could feel your walls clenching around him, your moans growing louder.
"Come for me, baby," he growled, his voice dripping with dominance. "I want to feel you trembling around my fingers. Show me how badly you want me."
You did your best to keep your voice low but it felt so good. Biting your tongue, his name slipped past your lips as your climax hit you, your walls clenching tightly around his fingers. "Adam...please." You sucked in a breath. "I need...I need you."
Wetting his lips, Adam couldn't help but smirk as he felt your walls clenching around his fingers, your plea for him only fueling his desire. He withdrew his fingers from your throbbing core, leaving you panting and desperate for more. Your body slumped over his desk, legs trembling.
"Oh, my pretty girl," he cooed, his voice dripping with smug satisfaction. "You're so needy for me, aren't you? Begging for my cock like a good little slut." He unbuckled his pants, freeing his hardened length, and positioned himself at your entrance.
With a swift motion, he plunged deep inside you, filling you completely. He relished in the way you gasped and arched your back, your body accommodating his size. Adam began to move, his thrusts powerful and unrelenting as he claimed you as his own.
The desk creaking under you both as his hand grabbed your hips tightly as his wings unfurled.
"Is this what you wanted, baby?My cock deep inside you, pounding you relentlessly? You're mine. Only mine." His pace quickened, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room as he fucked you with a possessive intensity.
He leaned down, his lips brushing against your ear as he whispered, "You're going to take my seed, Princess. You're going to be filled with my cum, over and over again." His words were a mix of dominance and desire, his voice low and primal. "You're going to be the mother of my children, and no one will ever take you away from me."
Resting your head on his desk, you could feel your legs trembling with each of his thrusts.Adam's grip on your hips tightened, his movements becoming more frenzied. He was on the edge, ready to release himself inside you. "Come for me again, baby," he commanded, his voice filled with lust. "I want to feel you clenching around me as I fill you up. Give in to me beautiful."
Your eyes slid closed as you pushed back on his cock as your walls clenched around his shaft as your orgasm hit you hard, your juices coating him.
Adam groaned as he felt your walls clenching around him, your orgasm rippling through your body. The sensation of your juices coating his cock only heightened his pleasure, driving him closer to his own release. He continued to thrust into you, riding out the waves of your orgasm, relishing in the way you tightened around him.
"You feel so fucking good, baby," he growled, his voice laced with raw desire. He quickened his pace, the sound of his hips slapping against yours filling the room. With each thrust, he felt his own climax building, the pleasure coiling tightly in his core.
He could feel the heat building in his loins, the familiar pressure building to its breaking point. "I'm going to fill you up, beautiful," he grunted, his voice strained with the effort of holding back. "You're going to take every last drop of my cum."
With one final, powerful thrust, Adam reached his peak. He released himself inside you, his hot seed filling your depths. His body shook with the force of his orgasm, his breath coming in ragged gasps. He remained buried inside you, relishing in the intimate connection between you.
As the waves of pleasure subsided, Adam pulled out of you, his spent length glistening with a mixture of your juices and his cum. He leaned down, pressing a possessive kiss to your lips. "You're mine." he whispered, his voice filled with a possessive intensity. "And I'll make sure everyone knows it." Giving you anther kiss, Adam let his cock glide across your slick entrance again.
Panting, a weak laugh escaped your lips though you didn't get a chance to speak as the door flung open.
"Adam...I have those files...what the fuck!"Lute's eyes went wide as she turned her face away.
Tensing, Adam rolled his eyes as his wings covered your body. "What?! Can't you see I'm busy?"
"Can't you lock your damn door?" Lute growled out then stormed off as she slammed the door shut.
Groaning, you shifted your body so your face was buried in his chest. "I will never be able to look her in the face again."
"You're so cute babe, all embarrassed and shit. It's making me hard again."
Shaking your head, you scowled up at him as you grasped his robe tightly. "At least lock your damn door so no one can walk in on us again."
"You're no fun."
"Adam!"
"Fine!"
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#. CATS AND CUDDLES
featuring 𝘄𝗶𝗻𝗱𝗯𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗸𝗲𝗿 𝘅 𝗳𝗲𝗺!𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿 ıllı. kaji ren, takiishi chika, sakura haruka, umemiya hajime, togame jo, kiryu mitsuki, suo hayato, endo yamato
fluff. and you thought your boyfriend couldn't get any more cuter, but him with your cat was another definition of the word adorable.
KAJI REN
Kaji arrived at your house while you were still at school, his hand reaching out to his hoodie on the chair. He needed it since all his others were in the wash. But as he turned to open a new lollipop, he glanced back at the chair—and the hoodie was gone.
“What the...” he muttered, looking around in confusion. He saw the hoodie again, this time on your bed. As he approached, it seemed to move of its own accord, sliding off the bed and onto the floor. His eyes widened as it began to scuttle around between his legs.
He rubbed his eyes, certain the lollipop's ingredients must be playing tricks on him. But there was no mistaking it—the hoodie was running away from him! “Just what candy did you give me, Y/N?” he muttered, shaking his head as he took off after the ghost.
He chased it through the apartment, his heart racing with both confusion and amusement. The hoodie darted around corners and through rooms with surprising agility. Kaji, determined to catch it, stumbled and finally managed to grab it. Panting, he looked down, only to see your cat emerging from under the hood, stretching lazily. "Meow."
Kaji blinked at the cat, his cheeks flushing slightly. “Don’t tell Y/N about this,” he said, knowing full well that the cat couldn’t talk. But in a world where hoodies could run away, he wasn’t taking any chances.
TAKIISHI CHIKA
You invited him over, hoping for a quiet evening indoors away from everyone and everything, especially away from Endo. The mood was perfect until your cat decided to make it's presence known.
Chika had always claimed he hated cats, but yours was determined to change his mind. Circling his legs, brushing against them and meowing softly. Each time, your boyfriend would gently push her away, his expression growing more annoyed by the second.
"I'm just going to grab some drinks. Be right back," you said, kissing his cheek and leaving the room.
When you returned five minutes later, you stopped dead in your tracks. The red-head sat on the couch, his usual grumpy face adorned with slightly narrowed eyes and furrowed eyebrows. Yet, his hand was gently stroking your pet who purred contentedly in his lap.
"Having fun?" you teased, a smile tugging at your lips as as your eyes were filled with adoration, your boyfriend and your cat were so cute. Chika's eyes flicked up to meet yours, "She wouldn't leave me alone," he muttered, but the way his hand continued to pet the kitten told a different story.
"Sure, she wouldn't," you replied, setting the drinks down on the coffee table. "I wouldn't leave you alone even if you wanted me to."
"Really," he insisted, but there was no venom in his tone. Instead, there was a hint of something softer, almost fond. You sat down next to him, reaching over to give your cat a scratch behind the ears. "Looks like she's warming up to you." Chika huffed, but his fingers continued their gentle movements, running through the soft fur. "She's persistent..."
"Just like someone else I know," you said, nudging him playfully. He rolled his eyes but didn't stop petting the cat. "Don't compare me to a cat."
You chuckled, leaning your head on his shoulder. "Why not? You're both stubborn and adorable."
SAKURA HARUKA
You wrap your arms around Sakura, feeling him stiffen slightly before he relaxes into your embrace. He’s still getting used to your hugs and the physical affection you shower on him. His pale cheeks tint with a soft pink as he turns his head to look at you, a shy smile tugging at his lips.
One evening, you introduce him to your cat. The fluffy creature eyes him curiously before sauntering over, rubbing against his legs. Sakura hesitates, then gently kneels to pet the cat, his touch delicate as if not to hurt it.
As the days pass, he starts spending more time with your cat. He notices how it follows him around the apartment, always seeking his warmth and presence. Whenever he sits down, the cat immediately curls up in his lap, purring contentedly as he strokes its fur.
You lay together on your bed, your cat nestled between you, Sakura looks at you, with an expression you will never mistake — he is in love.
“You know,” he begins softly, “you and your cat are a lot alike.” You tilt your head in curiosity, signaling him to continue.
“Both of you always search for me, wanting to be close, to cuddle. You both make me feel... wanted.”
His words make your heart flutter and your eyes water with small tears. You smile, reaching out to hold his hand. “We both love you, Haru. How could we not want to be near you?”
Sakura’s eyes soften, and he squeezes your hand gently. The cat purrs louder, as if in agreement, and Sakura laughs quietly, the sound warm and tender.
In that moment, surrounded by the gentle presence of your cat and the warmth of your love, Sakura feels a sense of belonging he never knew he needed, he was loved and wanted. And he will be forever thankful that you chose him over anyone in this world.
UMEMIYA HAJIME
You watched him from the doorway, holding your phone just out of sight, trying to capture the scene without disturbing its delicate peace. Umemiya sits comfortably on the couch, absorbed in his book, while the soft glow of the late afternoon sun filters through the window, casting a warm, golden hue over everything. On his lap, your cat snoozes peacefully, a contented purr vibrating from its small body, a slight smile on its face.
Hajime absentmindedly strokes the cat’s fur, his fingers moving in a slow, rhythmic pattern that seems to soothe both the cat and himself. His expression is calm and focused, his lips occasionally twitching into a smile as he reads a particularly interesting book about plants. The entire scene looks like it’s been lifted straight out of an old movie, every detail perfect and impossibly charming.
You can't resist whispering, "You're like something out of a dream, you know that?" He looks up, slightly startled but quickly relaxing when he sees you. A soft smile spreads across his face, his eyes holding their undying affection for you. "Oh? And what makes you say that?"
"Just look at you," you say, stepping closer, still recording. "The book, the cat, the sunlight... it's all too perfect. I feel like I’m in a classic romance film."
He chuckles, a low, warm sound that makes your heart flutter. "Well, as long as I get to be your leading man, I don't mind."
You sit beside him, the cat shifting slightly but not waking. "You’re doing a great job so far," you tease, resting your head on his shoulder. "Can I join in on this perfect moment?"
Hajime leans over and kisses the top of your head gently. "You already are," he murmurs. "This moment wouldn’t be perfect without you."
You close your eyes, savoring the warmth of his words and the serenity of the scene. The cat's purring, Hajime's presence, and the soft rustle of pages turning — wishing this could last forever.
TOGAME JO
You stepped into the house, and for the first time it's too quiet, you could only hear your own breathing and footsteps until reaching the bedroom as you catched your boyfriend sprawled across the bed, his chest rising and falling with his deep, peaceful breaths. Curled up on top of him is your cat, purring softly.
Standing in the doorway for a moment, you were just watching them. It's a sight to behold, perfect picture—one that fills your heart with so much love and adoration. Carefully, you move closer, trying not to disturb them but as you step forward, the floor creaks ever so slightly.
Togame stirs, his eyes fluttering open. He doesn’t say anything at first, just blinks sleepily at you. Then, with his lazy smile, he reaches out, his hand warm as it finds yours and pulls you gently into his arms. You melt into his embrace, your head resting on his shoulder, feeling the soft rise and fall of his breath beneath you and the cat adjusts itself, purring louder.
"Sweet dreams, angel," he whispers, his voice a soft murmur against your ear. You feel his lips brush your forehead, a gentle, comforting touch that makes your heart flutter even more.
From the outside, the scene is simple as it can be. You, Togame, and the cat—together, you look like a small family, and maybe some years later you will be one.
KIRYU MITSUKI
Your boyfriend is going to be over at your house for a first time since you guys started dating. He has scene your room from video calls during game nights but he was more excited to see your cat because you have been spamming him like crazy in the dms with cute and silly photos of your pet.
As you step back into your room, cradling your cat in your arms like a baby, you see Kiryu sitting on the edge of your bed, looking at his phone. His face lights up the moment he notices you. He puts his phone aside and his eyes sparkle with excitement.
"Hey, there she is," he says with a warm smile, his voice soft and affectionate. "I've been waiting to meet this little star."
You walk over and gently place your cat in his lap. She looks up at him with curious eyes, and he chuckles, stroking her fur gently. She was just like you, melting and relaxing at his touch, maybe ita true that the pets behave like their owners.
"She's even cuter in person," he murmurs, looking up at you with a grin. "Just like you." You blush, feeling your heart flutter at his words. "I'm glad you think so. She's been looking forward to meeting you too."
Kiryu continues to pet your cat, his touch tender and careful, "I've seen so many pictures of her, but ... It's nice to finally be here with you both." and the reason for your death is going to be your own boyfriend with his cute face and honey like words — what a sweet death indeed.
SUO HAYATO
The soft hum of birthday music filled the room, mingling with the occasional meow from your cat, who was delightfully eyeing the small, cat-friendly cake you’d made just for him. You had planned this little surprise to make the day special, and it was the best desicion ever.
Your boyfriend was the heart of this adorable celebration, well he couldn't outdo the birthday boy. He had a party hat perched jauntily atop his head, and he looked utterly irresistible with it. And the cat was nestled comfortably in his lap and seemed to be enjoying the moment just as much.
You couldn’t resist the urge to capture this perfect snapshot. Your phone was out in an instant, your finger tapping the screen to snap a photo.
“What’s with the sneaky photo-taking?” Suo asked, glancing up to look at you, his voice warm and affectionate. His fingers gently scratched behind the pet’s ears, making the cat purr contentedly.
You grinned, stepping closer to him. “Just wanted to capture this moment,” you said, showing him the photo. “You look adorable with that party hat and he is enjoying his birthday bash. It’s perfect.”
Hayato chuckled softly, dropping you his iconic eye smile. ”I have to admit, this is the cutest party I’ve ever been to.” He adjusted the party hat slightly, making sure it was sitting just right. “Though I have to ask—what’s my prize for being the best-dressed guest?”
You raised an eyebrow playfully, pretending to ponder his request. “Hmm, let me think… how about a dance with the most charming guest of honor?” You extended a hand, and Suo’s grin widened as he took your hand, standing up and gently shifting the cat to a cozy spot on the couch, like a King watching his princess dancing with Prince Charming. “A dance with the host? Sounds like an offer I can’t refuse. After you, my lady.”
ENDO YAMATO
Endo wakes up to something soft and fluffy tickling his mouth. As he blinks his eyes open, he finds your cat nestled comfortably between you and him, its long tail flicking gently. He chuckles softly, reaching out to pet the cat, who responds with a contented purr.
You stir beside him, your eyes fluttering open just enough to catch the heartwarming sight. The big, bad-tattooed wolf, as you teasingly call him, is gently stroking the cat, his rough exterior contrasting with the tender moment. You can't help but smile, your heart swelling with affection.
“Morning,” you murmur, your voice thick with sleep. Endo’s eyes shift to meet yours, and a soft, loving smile tugs at his lips. “Morning, beautiful,” he replies, his voice as warm and comforting as the embrace he keeps you in.
Your eyelids droop again, heavy with lingering drowsiness. But before sleep can claim you once more, he carefully scoops you and the cat closer, wrapping his strong arms around both of you. You nuzzle into his warmth, a contented sigh escaping your lips.
“I will be late for work,” you mumble, voice still laced with that morning haze when your boyfriend hums, a deep, soothing sound that vibrates through his chest. “Call in sick,” he murmurs against your hair. “I want you to myself today.”
You smile, eyes still closed, basking in the peaceful moment. The cat purrs louder, as if in agreement, and you feel Endo’s lips press a gentle kiss to your forehead.
“Alright,” you whisper back, snuggling closer to him. “Just today.”
Endo’s arms tighten around you, and you feel the rumble of his satisfied chuckle. “Good. Now go back to sleep. We have all day.”
With that, you let yourself drift off again, feeling utterly safe and comfy in his embrace, your cat’s purrs lulling you back into a peaceful slumber.
A couple of hours later, you wake up again, this time to the sound of soft murmuring. You open your eyes to find Endo on the phone, his voice low and soothing, as he scratches the cat behind the ears.
“Yeah, she’s not feeling well today,” he says, glancing down at you with a wink. “She will see you tomorrow. Thanks.” He hangs up and looks at you with a playful grin. “All taken care of.”
You stretch. “You’re too good to me, Endo.” He leans in, brushing his lips against yours in a sweet kiss. “You deserve it, baby,” he whispers “Now, how about breakfast in bed?”
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One bed trope but its Dick Grayson, and it's basically just pwp.
≈550 words, CWs: F!Reader, v fingering, dirty talk, pet-names: pretty girl, baby. Rating: 18+ MINOR DNI
Dick Grayson who graciously offers to take the floor, but not before joking; “Does this mean we’re sleeping together?” first, and enjoying the sheepish way you bite your lip and look away. Man, you’re cute when you’re flustered.
Dick Grayson who pretends to put up a fight when you say, “Don’t be silly, there’s plenty of space for both of us.” Knowing damn well, he wants nothing more than to be in that bed with you, close enough for your skin to brush together, for him to smell your sweet scent all night, to watch your restful face, even if it means he’ll spend most of the night uncomfortably trying to hide a semi.
Dick Grayson who notices the way your eyes linger just a little too long on his exposed chest when you come back from changing in the bathroom, the way you leave just a little too much space empty on your side of the bed in favour of lying closer to him, the way your body trembles when he breaths against the back of your neck.
Dick Grayson who sees the way you’re tossing and turning and seizes the opportunity to test the waters by placing his hand on your hip, his strong, calloused fingers splaying across your soft skin, massaging in circles until you’re purring under his touch. “Want some help relaxing?”
Dick Grayson who knows you’re putty in his hand but asks anyway “This okay?” as his fingers dip below your waistband, relishing in the fact that you’re already soaked for him. Who greedily swallows every pant and whimper as he slips his fingers into you, scissoring them to stretch out your tight little pussy. “Fuuuck- just sank right in there, you really wanted this, huh, pretty girl?”
Dick Grayson who can’t keep his eyes off of you, can’t get enough of the way your body shudders and reels as he finds that sweet spot inside of you, the way your mouth hangs open, jaw slaw, unable to keep quiet, the way your eyes can’t make up their mind between watching intensely as he pumps his fingers in and out of you, or rolling back every time he strokes your swollen clit.
Dick Grayson whose body sheens under the sliver of moonlight seeping through the curtains as he holds himself above you just high enough that you can feel his body heat radiating against you. "Does that feel good baby, tell me how that feels?”
Dick Grayson who coos and praises you like it’s his full-time job. “You look so good, all spread out for me.” Whose chest grows taut, who can’t stop grinning when he feels your walls twitching as your orgasm approaches. “Are you gonna cum for me baby, you gonna cum on my fingers?”
Dick Grayson whose cock is twitching, begging for action as he guides you through your climax, holding you by the hip to stop you from bucking away as he relentlessly attacks your clit, making sure you see stars as you hit your peak.
Dick Grayson who thinks you look hotter now than when he started, all hazy eyes, hair messy, chest rapidly rising and falling, body glowing.
Dick Grayson who represses the urge to suck on his fingers like a man possessed after making you cum, because he’s not done yet, because he promised to help you relax, because “I’m not stopping until you’re too fucked-out to do anything but sleep, that okay with you pretty girl?”
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𝙀𝙣𝙟𝙤𝙮 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙎𝙝𝙤𝙬
synopsis: after being away and entertaining others, your husband decides to give you a special something
wrd cnt: 1.1k
tags: cunnalingus, oral, penetration, doggy, vulgar, praise, explicit
a/n: if you couldn’t tell been having major writers block + no time to write but this one reeled me back in a bit so i hope you enjoy <3
It was late at night by the time you got home. The house had been quiet all evening, save for the soft hum of your laptop as you explored some new music. But now that the sun had set, there were no more distractions—just the sound of your own breathing, the whirring blade of the fan above your head, and the occasional creak of floorboards beneath your feet.
You heard the front door open and close, followed by footsteps coming down the hallway towards the living room where you sat on the couch. Your eyes widened when you saw who it was.
“Sunday!” You exclaimed, jumping up and running over to him. He looked incredible, even if he was clearly exhausted from working all day. His face was flushed red with desire, and his black suit pants hung lower on his hips than usual, as his belt was quite undone just as his tie.
“Y/n-,” he said, leaning down to kiss you deeply before pulling away. “I missed you…quite dearly”
You replied breathlessly in agreeance, taking his hand and leading him over to sit beside you on the couch. As soon as he sat down, he pulled you into his lap and started kissing your neck hungrily.
“Mmm... I love how good you tastes,” he murmured against your skin as he moved lower down your chest, licking and sucking at your nipples until they hardened under his touch.
To say you were surprised was an understatement, your husband was always quite well mannered, and in control especially of himself.
Before you could express this pleasant concern, be continued further down, pushing your body down and stopping his peppering of kisses just above your waistband.
“Please don’t stop...” You begged softly. “Keep going...”
He chuckled darkly as he pulled your bottoms down, revealing your pretty laced panties.
“Such a naughty girl,” he whispered seductively. “you know happens when you tease me like that, don’t you?”
With those words still ringing in your ears, he slid his hands around to the front of your panties and began teasing them apart until they fell down around your ankles; now placed on each of his shoulders.
His soft hands spread your legs wide apart and leaned forward to lick along the length of your slit.
“Ohh... yes... keep doing that...” You moaned, feeling yourself growing wetter than ever before.
“Mmmm... such a tasty little thing,” he purred, moving one finger inside you while continuing to lap at your clit with his tongue. “Feels good hm? You’re dripping…” He smirked, slipping a second finger inside you, curling them up and down faster this time. “How does that feel baby?” He asked, before returning to suck your swollen pearl.
“So good... oh god... more-...” You panted, arching your back slightly to allow him better access to you.
“Like this?” He whispered, increasing the speed of his movements until he felt you begin to tremble against him.
“Yes! Oh fuck yes!-” You cried out loudly, throwing your head back against the couch cushions as pleasure washed through every part of your body.
As if sensing your impending climax, he suddenly stopped moving his fingers altogether and instead focused solely on licking and sucking at your clit. With waves of pleasure coursing through your entire body, you squirmed uncontrollably.
“Oh my god... yes... right there...” You gasped, grinding yourself against him as best you could while trying not to fall off the couch entirely.
“Mmmmm... I knew you liked this,” he chuckled wickedly, pushing you down onto the couch once again. “Now let me show you something else.”
With those words still echoing in your mind, he stood up and placed a knee inbetween your legs, slowly pushing into you as he got close to you. Grabbing your hand, he gave you hold of his erection, stroking himself with your hand slowly up and down several times before letting you do it yourself.
“What do you think of that?” He asked teasingly. “See what you do to me?”
“Mhm….,” you answered quietly with a small nod, feeling yourself grow hungrier than ever before.
As if he couldn’t waste another second, he dragged you up and pushed your body against the couch, feeling his chest heavy against your back as your breasts pressed up against the fabric of the apolstry.
“Fuck I missed you-“ He says, slowly dragging his cock up and down your folds as you hear his shaky breath.
“Sunday- please…” You mewl, pushing yourself back into him.
“Use your words, my love.” He breathes against your ear.
You groan in annoyance at his teasing.
He chuckles, and then thrusts his thick cock into your tight, wet heat.
It was like a drug, every movement of his hips, every touch of his hand, every inch of his skin against yours was ecstacy.
After a few moments, his pace becomes steady, and soon enough his hips are snapping furiously against yours.
You moan and writhe beneath him, clawing desperately at the sofa beneath you.
He lets out a deep growl and slams his hands down on either side of your head.
His grip tightens as he pounds into you harder and harder, causing your body to shake uncontrollably.
The friction of his cock sliding in and out of your dripping pussy combined with the roughness of his thrusts and the force of his hands against your body, made you see stars.
Your mouth hangs open and your eyes roll back, as you arch your back and thrust your hips upwards, meeting his thrusts eagerly.
Your fingers dig into his biceps, gripping onto him tightly.
With each passing second, you could feel your orgasm building within you, threatening to tear through you any moment now.
You knew that this wasn't going to last much longer.
"Fuck- I'm so close…," you cry out, throwing your head back.
His hand reaches up and grabs your throat, squeezing tightly, and pulling you closer to him.
His thrusts grow even more powerful, and you gasp as he slams his cock deep inside you.
"Come for me then, my darling," he purrs into your ear, his voice low and husky.
He releases his grip on your neck and moves his hand down to grip your ass firmly.
You whimper and writhe beneath him, unable to hold back any longer.
"Fuck-!" You scream, throwing your head back once more and letting the orgasm rip through you.
His cock slides in and out of you faster and faster, as his movements become more erratic.
His fingers dig into your ass as he pulls you even closer, thrusting into you one final time before he explodes inside you.
His hips slow their frantic rhythm as he groans and grunts into your ear, his seed filling you up completely; leaving you tilted over the cushions and wrecked.
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Logan Howlett x Reader
(1.5k words) This one is for all my not at all nonchalent a little crazy women out there. I love writing dialogue and I love picking on boys :) No warnings, no sex or anything weird, this is just tooth rotting fluff and sillyness. Enjoy :)
edit: I said no sex or anything weird, there's atleast 1 line of logan mocking you by fake moaning, so do with that what you will 😭
The night has long settled on the mansion. It has been a long time since darkness in the building was paired with silence, but these days you and the rest of the staff have been granted the privilege.
Logan wouldn't call it a privilege, more like slightly annoying at best. He enjoyed chatting with the students wandering the halls, he talked often in private that those were the moments that made staying here worth it.
However, the silence does lend you moments like these.
You’d woken up to muffled voices on the other side of your wall. Logans wall, you corrected yourself as you smelt the musky cologne in the sheets. Speaking of which, there was a shocking amount of his sheets pooled over your form to be snuggling with the blanket hog himself, and flapping your arm onto his side of the bed proved your theory.
He must be in the lounge, putting together the muffled voice coming through the cracks in the door with the vacancy next to you. You hopped out of his bed with a groan.
You were insatiable these days, not in terms of sex our arousal or any of that sort, but recently it feels like you can't get enough of him.
No matter how close he held you, it wasn't enough. You wanted to climb into his chest, smother yourself in his scent and warmth.
You call it cuteness aggression, he called it being a pain in my ass, but you can't stop biting him. Youd begged him to let you suck light purple hickeys onto his bicep, and he had to pull you off by the scruff of your neck like a dog.
So, to say you were troubled by the loss of his form next to you was an understatement. You craved him, his smell and his warmth and the way his chest purred when he breathed, and you wouldn't be able to sleep until you had him.
You padded your socked feet toward the door and out of his room, the loud squeaky door giving away your movement immediately. He whipped his head around towards you, eyes softening upon seeing your sleepy form. Your hair was messy and tangled, and your shirt was riding up your hip, your sleeping shorts rolled up crooked, but you looked delightful to him.
“Hey baby,” Logan whispered over his shoulder, quickly scrambling to pause the tv so he could give you his full attention. “You alright?”
You nod, feet slowly shuffling towards him. “Can't sleep without you,”
“Oh, baby I’m sorry,” He groans sympathetically as he’s throwing the blanket on his lap to the side and motioning you over. “Come ‘ere gorgeous.”
He had you wrapped in his arms in moments, draping your body over his as you snuggled into him. He holds you against his chest firmly, planting gentle kissing to the crown of your head and savoring your smell.
“Sorry baby. Shouldn't have left you alone,” The apology sincere and quiet as he whispers it between butterfly kisses. You grumble in response, nuzzling your head further into his neck and squeezing him. Your eyes were heavy and full of sleep, instantly soothed now that you were back with your lover.
“It's cause you're mean,” you tease from your spot under his chin, just enough gusto left in you to poke fun. His chest shakes as he chuckles at you, “cause I’m mean, huh?” He matches your tone in response.
You just nod your head. He chuckled again, although the sound was more akin to a giggle. “I know baby. Got it so bad, trapped here with your big mean boyfriend,”
Your tough facade slips, giggling at his response as he rubs his hands across your back and waist. You just squeeze him tighter and nod again.
“Ya don't talk all this shit when I got your legs in the air, princess,” you huff out a feigned gasp, smacking his chest at the inappropriate jest.
“Shhh that's not funny”, He cuts you off to continue his teasing, “Actually if I remember correctly, you were all worked up rambling something like ‘oh my big strong boyfriend! You treat me so good baby!’”
His voice pitches up as he mocks you playfully, moaning and whimpering as you cringe. “Thats not what I sound like!” You retort, smacking his chest and play fighting as you prop your head up to scowl at him.
“No, you’re right baby, you're right,” you relax, hands coming to rest on his chest as you think his line of teasing is over.
“You sounded more like ‘uh fuck Logan right th-!’ His little show was suddenly ruined by your hands flying up and covering his mouth, the two of you suddenly tussling on the lounge couch.
“Are you 12?!” You whisper yell into his face, both your limbs flying as you try to shut him up and he attempts to pin your wrists. It's playful and silly and both of you are red faced and giggling, trying your hardest to stay quiet.
It's not long before he’s got you successfully flipped over and pinned on your back; wrists pressed beside your head firmly. He’s now hovering over you, both of you panting with goofy lopsided smiles stuck to your face.
“See? I told you, look how mean you are!” Your eyes flicker from each wrist, a pout on your lips to play up you're teasing. Logan huffs, “It's not mean if you were asking for it, princess,”
“Yeah right,” You catch his eyes as you look up at him. He is so beautiful. “Give me a kiss,” You whisper, puckering your lips and straining your neck up towards Logans face in an amusing scene.
“You think you deserve a kiss after all that?” He teases, his face just out of reach. You pout and relax back on the couch.
“You know you are NOT winning your big meanie pants case right now?” His eyes crinkle as he laughs at you and your attitude, slowly relaxing his hold on your wrists and allowing you to drape your hands over his shoulders. Despite what he thought was an act of kindness, your scowl did not falter.
“I didn't know I had a case,” He murmurs, kissing your wrist and moving his hands down to your waist. You nod intently, “yep, you do. And actually, the results are in, and they said you're guilty,” you keep nodding, so sure of yourself.
He quirks his lip, “guilty, huh?” You nod with a soft mhm, “They gonna to come lock me up, sweetheart?” he swoons, head falling down to kiss your neck. He slowly rests his whole-body weight down and wraps himself around you, getting comfortable again after your little attack.
“Well, the punishment is usually um... life... in prison,” He hums, nodding his head but slowly losing himself in the comfort of your plush curves. “But they said if you kiss your girlfriend and tell her your sorry and you love her, they might dismiss the charges,”
He laughs against your skin, his head popping up to look at you as he speaks. “Very fair justice system,” You both nod, giggling at each other and the silliness of your scenario.
His big palm comes up and gently caresses your cheek, pulling you into a slow kiss. “I'm sorry I left you by yourself,” He whispered into your skin tenderly as he pulled away, his eyes big and soft reflected in the tv light as he spoke.
“And...” You prompt him. He hangs his head lowly, “And I’m sorry I said you didn't deserve a kiss,” he punctuated his point by softly kissing you again, his hands still gently holding your face.
“And say you're sorry for fuckin moaning like that too,” Its half a joke, half not. He laughs, head falling against your chest, “I don't know if I’m sorry for that baby” You smack his arm lightly as he's still laughing at your antics.
“Alright alright, I’m sorry I very accurately enacted the way you sound when we have sex,” You roll your eyes hard at him.
“You’re insufferable,” he kisses your throat and clavicle as you speak to him, “you love me, baby.” You kiss the top of his head, all fight gone from you and back to just wanting to feel him.
“I love you a lot, Logan,” His head pops up again, his eyes much more tender and serious this time. He kisses you in response, the meaning clear as he pulls away and practically has hearts in his eyes.
“By the way the court also said you must carry your girlfriend to bed and cuddle her until she falls asleep.” You murmur with a giggle. He’s already shoving his hands underneath you and scooping you into his arms before you can finish the sentence, arms looped around his neck as he carried you effortlessly.
“I was gonna do that either way, princess.”
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Unholy thoughts of the day:
Your life is like a fairy tale when you have not one but two incredibly sexy and gorgeous house husbands who want nothing more than your constant attention and love.
Yeosang and Seonghwa could never understand your desire to work. Born with a diamond spoon in their mouths and coming from old money, they have been bathed in luxury and wealth all their lives, so it was beyond them why you wanted to continue working in your mediocre, boring company after marriage.
However, they never argued with you on the matter, allowing you to be an "independent and self-sufficient" wifey and fully enjoying their role as your spoiled house husbands.
At first glance, they seemed completely different—the quiet, elegant Yeosang and the bitchy, demanding Seonghwa were like ice and fire, but in reality, they were both exactly the same—greedy, insatiable, passionate, and incredibly demanding. If they wanted you, it was "right here, right now" with no options. They didn't care if you were in public or in the privacy of your luxurious mansion; you would fuck like rabbits on any surface.
They also loved to dress up for you, shamelessly showing off their stunning, seductive bodies in the most exciting and vulgar ways—lacy lingerie, corsets, precious chokers and pearl necklaces, long silk or transparent robes with feathers, or the softest pyjamas made of translucent fabrics that could not hide the fact that they had no underwear. Sometimes you could see piercings in their nipples or a precious ring around the base of their dicks. As house husbands, their main job was your pleasure and enjoyment, and their appearance was very important. You always had to have full access to their bodies.
Seonghwa was more demanding—a real attention seeker who could not keep his hands and mouth to herself.
When you had the opportunity to work from home, Hwa was always there, constantly distracting you from your work and craving your attention and touch. He would dress up especially for you, lower himself elegantly between your legs, and give you seductive siren eyes before pressing his face to your pussy, purring like a kitten as he smelled and tasted the heat of your cunt.
You try to push his gorgeous face away from your pussy, especially when you have an important video call, but it only makes him more insistent. With two fingers he pulls your panties aside and begins to lick your folds slowly and long - drooling on the soft skin and taking turns to sucking your labia into his insatiable mouth. All your pleas for him to stop fall on deaf ears, he is having the time of his life, pushing his fingers into your little hole and immediately hitting your sweet spot.
Seonghwa bends his fingers inside you, rubbing the pads of his fingers at your sensitive bundle of nerves, looking at you with the most mesmerising bedroom eyes. His mouth is slightly open from heavy breathing, your mucus dripping from his chin along with saliva and he looks so fucked already.
He whispers to you how amazing you are and how much he loves the feel of you on his tongue, dirty, disgusting words flowing from his lips like honey. All he wants is for you to smother him with your pretty pink cunt, squirt all over his face and let him fuck you senseless. Seonghwa has always been more "obsessed" with you, you are his everything and as the most amazing house husband he has to please you all the time.
Eventually he gets tired of not having your full attention and crawls up your body until he is straddling you completely. His tall, lithe frame towering over you, he wraps his hand around your throat and squeezes with force until your mouth opens and he can spit into it, admiring the way his saliva mixed with your slime melts on your tongue. With his other hand, he slams your laptop shut, signalling that the games are over.
"You must never forget that I am your main job, darling. And if Mommy doesn't pay enough attention to Daddy, I'll never let you go anywhere again. I will tie you to the bed and fuck you all day long, over and over again. You will be covered in my cum, fucked so hard and so well that your beautiful hole will be open and stretched all the time. And even that won't stop me. Do you understand me, love? Now will you give me your full attention and fuck me properly, do I make myself clear?"
Yeosang loves to fuck you in the morning, when you are all sleepy and overly sensitive after a night of play. He leaves lazy, wet, open-mouthed kisses on your neck and shoulder, presses himself against you from behind, and rubs your clit lazily. Yeo moans deeply into your ear, his velvety low voice husky and sultry as he feels his fingers begin covered in your juices. He even thinks about waking you up by sticking his tongue in your pussy, but when he looks at Seonghwa sleeping peacefully next to you with his plump lips all swollen and red from how much he ate you last night, he knows that if you wake him up with your moans, the older's mouth will immediately envelope your cunt.
So he slides his fingers between your folds until they circle the edge of your sensitive, fluttering hole, then slides inside your pussy to the base.
His heavy, hard cock pulses hotly against your ass, staining the soft skin with pre-cum, and Yeosang squeezes the plump flesh of your ass cheek to pull it back and watch as your cunt stretches around his fingers. You whimper, squirming in your place between the naked bodies of your handsome house husbands, unconsciously pushing yourself deeper onto Yeosang's fingers.
When the amber-eyed vixen thinks he's stretched you enough, he replaces his fingers with his cock, slowly pushing the massive, veiny length into you inch by inch until his balls rest against the underside of your ass cheeks.
Yeo lifts your leg slightly, spreads you open for him and begins to fuck you lazily. His lips leave purple marks on your skin, his fingers dig into your flesh until bruised as his cock slides between your hot, slippery walls wrapped around him in the best way possible. You always fit him like a glove.
You jerk, finally waking from your sleep as the swollen head of his cock hits your cervix with a particularly deep thrust from your handsome husband's strong hips. You moan loudly and turn your head back to meet Yeosang's heavy, half-closed eyes. He glows in the early morning light, his skin smooth and damp with sweat, and you want to lick him clean.
"Sangie, so good..."
"Mmm, angel, I want to please you. I want to fuck your brains out, love, until you're swollen with my cum." He whispers sultrily against your lips, then picks up the pace and begins to fuck you the way he likes—hard and deep. His thrusts are short and aggressive, the head of his cock hitting your G-spot hard with each movement, and you squeal, writhing in the tight grip of his hands.
As Yeosang suspected, Seonghwa doesn't keep you waiting. His beautiful, cat-like eyes open wide and immediately cloud with lust as he sees how Yeosang fucks you.
"Show me..." Hwa orders, his voice hoarse from sleep, and your second husband laughs at the commanding notes in his voice. Seonghwa is always too whipped for you.
But Yeosang lifts your leg higher so Hwa can see his thick cock stretching your pink hole, sliding in and out, all glistening and slick with your juices.
"Fuck..." Seonghwa hisses, reaching out and tracing his fingers around the spot where you and Yeosang meet.
"Oh my God..." you practically scream from the amount of stimulation you're getting right now. "I'm going to cum, Sangie."
"Come on, angel, cum all over my cock, cover it with cream. I want to see you come for us."
Seonghwa moans next to you, and you realise that your second husband is jerking off lazily next to you, watching Yeosang fuck you. The sight of Seonghwa's graceful fingers sliding over his beautiful thick cock and Yeo continuing to pound his cock into your sweet spot brings you to orgasm, and you cum hard, covering your husband's cock with your cream.
"That's it, angel. Perfect as always." Yeosang whispers to you as he continues to fuck you, prolonging your orgasm, you moaning from the overstimulation and practically squealing as you feel Seonghwa's hot lips touching your clit.
"You have two husbands, my love. Never forget that."
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MAD - natasha romanoff & fem reader
SUMMARY: Natasha comes home mad, so you have to take things into your own hands.
WARNINGS: Smut 18+ MDNI! Top Nat, bottom reader, Masturbation (R), fingering (R), Praise kink, use of ‘slut’.
Natasha was mad, god knows why. But while she was mad, you were.. well.. very needy. Unfortunately you had been since this morning, impatiently waiting for the redhead to be home. But when you heard the front door close, followed by a loud huff, you knew you weren’t going to get what you wanted. You had quickly moved from the kitchen to the front door, just for her to ghost past you, straight up the stairs and into the shower, leaving you dumbfounded.
You let out a huff of your own, moving back to your spot in the kitchen. You leaned over the counter, distracting yourself with your phone. It didn’t last long though, the feeling between your legs only intensifying as you imagined the woman upstairs in the shower. It wasn’t until you heard the shower turn off, that you decided to do something about it. You put your phone down and strode up the stairs, stopping when she walked out of the bathroom covered in nothing but a towel with water dribbling down her smooth skin. It took a second for words to leave your throat.
“Hey.” You said quietly, she mirrored your words, before disappearing into the bedroom. You rolled your eyes, pushing the bathroom door open, immediately being engulfed in a thick layer of steam. You closed the door behind you and hurriedly removed your clothes, disregarding them into the hamper and stepping into the shower, letting out a satisfied moan as the warm water hit your tense body.
It wasn’t long until your back was pressed against the wet wall, your hand travelling down your body. A soft whimper left your lips as your fingers started slow circles around your clit. You knew you wouldn’t get where you wanted to be without Natasha, but the least you could do was try. You closed your eyes, and forced yourself to imagine your hand was Natasha’s, which helped.. a little. You picked up the pace, so desperate to hit the high you’ve been pinning for all day.
Your whimpers got louder, and eventually turned into moans as you slipped a finger inside yourself, which rendered you far too distracted to hear the bathroom door open. Natasha had forgotten her phone in there, and evidently wanted it back. She knew you were in the shower, but it wasn’t rare for one of you to be in the room while the other showered. She walked into the steam filled room, but paused as she heard noises she knew far too well.
She smirked, the anger that filled her body somehow being lifted the second she realised what you were doing. She stepped closer to the shower, till she was right next to it, her eyes settling on your fingers moving in and out of your cunt.
“Please.” You whimpered, you weren’t sure who you were begging to other than yourself, but it helped. Your eyes were screwed shut, your fingers thrusting at a steady pace. “Oh, Nat.” You moaned out, Natasha’s eyes flicked back up, scared she’d been caught. But to her surprise, your eyes were still shut. She smirked to herself, she knew you couldn’t get off without her.
“Are you close?” She teased, her voice quiet, but loud enough to startle you. You eyes shot open and your hand immediately left your cunt, you stared at her with pink cheeks. “I was..” You huffed, your voice slightly shaky as you pretended to be annoyed. You weren’t, you were far from close, and you both knew that. She immediately pulled off her shirt, she didn’t care that she’d just got out of the shower ten minutes prior, you were more important. You watched with heavy eyes as she got rid of the clothes she’d just put on, leaving them in a pile on the floor. She stepped under the water with you, her hands immediately finding your waist.
“Don’t let me be one to ruin your fun, then.” She purred, her eyes on yours. You let out a low whimper, you weren’t having fun anyway. She smirked, grabbing your hand that was flat against the wall, you didn’t know what to do with it, and putting it right back where it was a few seconds prior. “I said,” She started sternly, “don’t let me be one to ruin your fun.” You whimpered, forcing yourself to move your hand yet again. You muttered a quiet ‘fuck’ as your fingers found their place inside you again. You were far too needy to care about being embarrassed, besides, you’ve done worse with her…
Your eyes fluttered shut once again, your head falling back against the wall. You quickened your pace when you heard a grunt from the red head, but it wasn’t getting you anywhere. You opened your eyes and looked at her, your mouth agape as soft moans escaped. “Please.” You mumbled, making her smirk. She knew what you wanted, “Can’t get off without me, hm? Have i messed you up so much that your own fingers don’t work anymore?” She teased quietly, pulling one hand off your waist to push your wet hair behind your ear. “I asked you something.” She said, her eyes heavy and demanding, making you squirm. “Yes, fuck, i can’t do it without you, please.” You said quickly, but your hand was still moving.
“Good girl.” Natasha purred, grabbing your wrist to stop you. The lack of movement still managed to make you whimper. Your hands found her shoulders, holding onto them for stability. She let out a low hum as her hand travelled down her body, god she loved how you could make her forget all her problems, all of today’s anger washed away thanks to you. You forced back a whimper when her fingers landed on your clit, tapping it a few times. “Oh, this won’t do.” She said, a fake pout on her lips making your eyebrows furrow as you breathed heavily.
“I want to hear you. Don’t hide your noises, let me know how much of a slut you are for me.” She said lowly, her eyes on yours. You whined, nodding. Her fingers moved in circles around your clit, and you did as you were told, a satisfied moan slipping past your lips. “Please, baby.” You whined, you needed this so bad, you needed her. Natasha watched intently as she slipped two fingers inside of you with ease, loving how well you took her. She watched as her fingers disappeared into you slowly, before reappearing. You on the other hand, had your head back and eyes closed, moaning.
“Fuck.” You whined, forcing your eyes open so you could look at her. Which ripped another moan out of you, just from her expression. Her green eyes had darkened and her irises were blown out, and she was staring at you with so much lust, you thought you might explode right then and there. Her fingers moved faster, and you felt them curl inside you, making you moan louder. Your nails dug into the soft skin of her shoulders, definitely leaving a mark, but neither of you cared about that right now.
Your head fell back against the wet wall, and Natasha used it to her advantage, latching her lips onto your neck. You gasped as you felt her suck at your skin.
“Fuck, Nat.” You whined, your hands moving to her hair. “I’m close..” You moaned out. She pulled away from your neck, much to your displeasure. “Beg for it like the good slut you are.” She muttered in a sultry tone, and you had to force yourself not to cum just from her words. You stared at her, trying your hardest not to close your eyes and just let go.
“Please, Nat. Please let me cum, i need it- i need you. Please, baby, i’ll be good, i’ll be your good girl.” You whined out quickly, impatient. Her smirk widened, clearly satisfied. “Cum for me then, baby. Be a good girl and cum.” So you did, she didn’t have to tell you twice. Your eyes rolled back and a loud moan of her name left your lips as you finally got what you’ve been wanting all day. You knew this wouldn’t be the end of it, but you were not going to complain.
#natasharomaoff#natasha romanoff smut#natalia alianovna romanova#natasha romanoff#natasha romanoff x fem reader#natasha romanoff x reader#smut#natasha romanoff x you#natasha romanoff x female#marvel smut#wlw smut#scarlett johansson#black widow smut#marvel#foryou
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Oh Dearest Horror I would love to go on a multi day winter hike with you ❤️❤️❤️
"warm?"
Horror's voice was so very soft. With your back against his chest, you could feel it pleasantly reverberating through your whole body.
How could you be any warmer? Though your breaths escaped in puffs of steam, you were cuddled in his lap, your hood pulled down over your head. You wore a heavy knitted sweater lined with fur and cotton, a blanket Horror had carried the whole way wrapped snugly around you, his own huge arms tucked around your middle, and his massive thick wings laid over the top like your very own fluffy down blanket. Snowflakes still speckled the mottled browns and blacks. He was so comfy - he felt so secure, he smelled like delicious cooked meat and home. With how snuggled you were against him, you couldn't have possibly felt more secure or safe.
"Yes." You assured, rubbing the thumb of your gloved hand over the forearm locked around your middle. "I'm very very warm."
He purred, gently. It was like sitting in a massage chair. "ok."
You looked up, admiring the scenery. Horror always knew the best places. But this place was particularly nice. He'd led you into a forest of willow trees, their branches frozen in a way you'd never seen before - rather than being loaded with snow, they were laden with droplets of clear ice that twinkled like a sea of hanging crystals. He eventually settled into a clearing, laying down his bags and setting out a tarp so he could sit with his back against a tree.
He had invited you to sit beside him. You picked his lap instead.
"This place is beautiful." Years of wandering in his free time had made him intimately familiar with a landscape not many dared to see. You felt flattered every time he expressed that he wanted you to join him on his hikes. "I'm glad you brought me here."
"just wait," he murmured. "trust me."
You didn't need to be told twice. You nestled against him, eyes getting heavy. Comfortable silence covered the two of you, like just another lovely blanket.
After a little while, the aurora started to emerge from the sky. It snaked across the darkness above you, a ghostly flickering slowly gaining power and colour - a trickle increasing into a stream, then a river, then a silent rushing current of green fire full of its usual glory. You watched it in quiet, cosy delight.
Something in the corner of your vision. A twinkling. At first, you thought it might just be the aurora into the backs of your eyes. But it was too sharp for that. You stopped watching the sky, glancing down to the surrounding forest instead.
The ice hanging from the trees was beginning to glimmer. You drew in a breath. The light was catching in the icicles; they were all beginning to twinkle, new stars emerging from the once-dark woods surrounding you.
... Then the aurora gained strength. And the icicles started to reflect.
You gasped; every icicle that could see the sky was shining, casting sparkles of blue and green onto the snow below, a ring of coloured flecks that slowly shifted and circled as the aurora moved. Like a sunrise, the collective glow of the reflections began to set the whole forest alight - all around you, light and colours, rainbows as far as your eyes could see. A sea of stars across the snow, casting away into the distance.
There were two night skies. One above, and one all around you.
Horror seemed to like your reaction. He nestled his chin onto the top of your head, purring just that bit more.
"knew... you'd like this."
"I-I do," you replied, unable to look away from the lights. It was like being inside a gemstone. "I really do. How did you... know about this place?"
You felt his warm breath across your hair. "found it. thought of you."
"So we're the only ones who know this is here?"
"mhm."
"It's magical."
"s'ours."
You leant back against his chest, breathless. "Can we stay here until the aurora sets?"
A hum of affirmation.
You wriggled somewhat - you tugged one of your gloves off and poked your bare hand out from under the blanket. Still beneath his wings, you found the large clawed hand of the big comfy arm wrapped around you, touching the top of his palm.
He let out a sound you'd come to call his 'happy grumble'. To the untrained ear, it seemed like a growl. But it was a sound of unfiltered delight.
He turned his hand over, and enclosed yours in his own.
You stayed like that, as close to 'hand in hand' as the two of you could get... even well after you'd already fallen asleep.
#llama writes#fae au#bad sanses#if you join him on his hikes this is the kind of thing he'll show you :D
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KAMO CHOSO: ❝ MORAL SUPPORT. ❞
choso would never openly admit that his biggest fantasy was having you as his under the desk support while he's gaming.
what your boyfriend didn't know is that you had to control yourself from begging him to let you give him head every time you saw him playing his stupid little video games.
at least not until you reached your fucking limit.
if you didn't know your boyfriend well, you would think he was teasing you. by the way he spread his legs across the chair, or the way he groaned at the monitor, throwing his arms around the headrest.
and it really didn't help that he the only thing he was wearing was his matching pair of hello kitty sweatpants he'd gotten for you two.
"sorry, baby, just finishing up this round," choso said as he you got crawled out of his bed and walked towards him. he didn't look at you, maybe if he did he would've known what was coming.
"don't worry, cho, i just wanted to show you my support," you purred into your boyfriend's ear, dragging your nails (that he paid for) down his neck, making his whole body shiver.
you continued to drag your nails down his arms, his naked torso, as you placed yourself between his legs, under the tight space under his desk. choso's eyes followed your every movement like he could not believe what was happening. the clicking sound coming from his keyboard grew more and more sporadic.
"what are you—argh," choso quickly covered the microphone on his headset, just in time to muffle his whimpering voice as you brought your tongue to his abdomen, making your way down his happy trail. "baby, i-i'm on a call with the—ngh—the boys."
"then we better be quiet, huh?" you replied, before placing your parted lips on top of his bulge. choso bucked his hips at the slight touch, making you giggle. even through his sweatpants, you could feel how hard and ready he was for you, even though you had barely touched him. so cute. "can you be good for me, hm?"
he couldn't take his eyes off of you, completely mesmerized. his mic was still covered but you could hear his friends' voice coming from his headset.
"bro, you still there?"
"are we still playing?"
"the fuck, choso?!"
"y-yeah, 'm here," choso finally replied, doing his best to ignore the fact that the hottest woman alive was making his biggest fantasy come true at that very moment.
you stared at him through your lashes. he looked so damned adorable when he was concentrated like that. the sound of clicking coming from his keyboard and mouse was relentless—it made you wonder if that had anything to do with how dexterous he was at making you feel good with his hands.
you pulled the band of his sweatpants down, releasing his cock, which spun freely to your face. you felt choso choke as you grabbed him, slowly starting to pump his cock, eyeing it like it was a piece of candy. you looked up at your boyfriend, hungry eyes meeting his half lidded gaze and flushed cheeks. you could see how hard he was trying not to moan for you, sucking his breath through gritted teeth, trembling under your touch.
you made sure to not break eye contact as you took him in your mouth, letting out a moan from deep in your throat. choso could swear that his heart stopped for a second.
"you good, choso?" you recognized yuji's voice.
"y-yeah, all good." choso managed to reply before muting.
he looked down at you, his beautiful girlfriend, loudly slurping on his cock, barely containing your moans. he watched you as you popped his cock out of your mouth like a lollipop, just to suck on his balls, pumping his cock with your hand, while you layed your face on his thigh, staring up at him.
"so good f-for me, cho," you hiccuped mid sentence, you sounded so cock drunk and looked so fucked out that choso almost came right there.
he couldn't take it anymore.
choso could barely hear his friends yelling at him for leaving the round, he couldn't care less. he lowered his headset before grabbing you by your hair, desperately fucking your mouth. the perfect gagging noises you made blurred his mind, till all he could think about was how fucking perfect you looked with your pretty face stuffed with his cock.
he held your head in place as he came undone and watched you swallow every drop of his cum before collapsing on his chair, audibly whimpering. choso ran his fingers languidly through your hair as you licked him clean.
"thank you, baby. i love you so much," he mumbled before pulling you in for a kiss.
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Can't Sleep?
Prompt: Mihawk, Sanji, Nami, Luffy, Zoro, and Kuro, and how they handle a gn reader who has insomnia.
CW: Strangulation.
Mihawk:
Oh no. He is not doing this again.
He kept his peace the last time you had a restless night because he believed you when you said there was nothing to be done.
What followed was two. hours. of torture.
Up and down, tossing and turning, it took you forever to get to sleep.
Tonight, he's taking action.
"Are you going to the washroom?" he asks when you start to rise from the bed after five minutes of tossing.
When you reply that you thought maybe something to eat might help, he grabs you around the waist and yanks you back to bed.
He whispers sweet nothings in your ear until you fall asleep.
"You are calm, the night is quiet, the moon hangs overhead to accentuate your glow..."
It takes considerably less time his way.
Sanji:
Name it, it's yours.
Lullaby? He's not a great singer, but he'll do it.
Hot chocolate? Warm milk? Midnight snack? Done.
"Of course, love. Anything for you."
Sanji also can't sleep because you toss and turn too much, but he'll never say that part out loud.
You're already miserable, and if he has to suffer a little for you then so be it.
Oddly enough, it's the cigarettes that eventually lull you to sleep.
He steps outside for a moment to smoke, and hearing his deep inhale and long, slow exhale, you start to copy him...
When he comes back from his smoke, you're sound asleep.
Nami:
Has a whole bag of tricks up her sleeve.
Warm cloth to make your eyes heavy, suggests blinking rapidly for the same reason, drops the temperature in the cabin to emulate sleep temperature, tells you to tense and relax...
Eventually just straight-up hypnotizes you.
"Just focus on your breath as it goes in...and out. In... and out."
Reassurances that you're safe, telling you to imagine a forest with a crystal clear stream, it's all very cliche.
Even though you don't think it'll work you do everything she tells you.
And then it's morning.
You ask her to do it again the next night.
Luffy:
Food solves all problems. Even this one.
Enter warm milk.
Luffy reads you a story and sings a song, and you eventually realize that his knowledge of sleep is limited to stories of nap time at daycare.
It does not work, but his care is touching.
You jokingly say that maybe one of those thick mats you sleep on in daycare would help.
The home apparently goes over his head because the next week two of the mats are there.
(You're a little too big for just one nowadays, seeing as you're not five anymore.)
Zoro:
Deceptively useless.
You'd think with all the sleep he gets he'd be able to help someone get to sleep.
Turns out he doesn't have a clue; insomnia is not in this man's dictionary.
"Just go to sleep. It's not hard, you're fighting your body's natural drive to sleep, so just stop fighting it."
Eventually gives up and makes a show of cuddling you.
It fixes nothing, and neither of you is happy about this.
Insists that his not kicking you out of the room so he can get some sleep displays incredible restraint on his part.
You disagree. Loudly.
Kuro:
Not to worry! Kuro has a quick fix to help you get to sleep right away.
Strangulation.
"Please do stop struggling, I'm not going to kill you, obviously."
Has no patience for your insomnia and wants to get his own sleep.
Will not be trying to entice you to sleep with the carrot, it's straight to the stick with him.
It works, sort of.
You wake a few minutes later with a headache, but Kuro's already asleep with you pulled against his chest and purring contentedly.
It's literal; his snores rumble deep in his chest when he sleeps, and it does in fact sound like purring.
Funnily enough, the purring is what does it for you.
Next time you can't sleep, you Lady very still and let his purring soothe you to sleep.
When Kuro catches on, he gets marginally nicer about how he treats you when you're struggling with a bout of insomnia.
#mihawk x reader#opla imagine#nami x reader#zoro x reader#kuro x reader#sanji x reader#luffy x reader#I stg that gif is Kuro's reaction to the words “I can't sleep”#It's also 'photos taken seconds before disaster'
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Found | 141 & Reader
Summary: When you’re introduced to your new foster parents, a bear hybrid, harpy, werewolf and wraith, four big scary men, you’re not sure about how things are going to turn out. Your first day with them turns out more okay than you expected.
Word Count: ~3.3k
Warnings: lotta anxiety, reader is very quiet (sorta non-verbal?), descriptions of sharp teeth, scars, sharp claws, flashbacks (trauma), boundaries being put down (gently), BIG FAT SPIDER
A/N: so this happened…hope you enjoy this word vomit i spewed onto my google doc, and plsss keep the lovely requests coming, I love them<3
Requests are open!
Masterlist | Next
The front door shut, and the social worker left, leaving you alone with all these tall, strong men who now just stared at you. You stood near the door, backpack over your shoulder, tense as if ready to bolt at the slightest thing.
The men seemed to notice this, the bear hybrid and the harpy exchanging glances, before the former slowly approached you, taking note of how you kept your feet angled to the door, a sure sign you were ready to run. He didn’t blame you. The past children they had fostered had been the same at first, timid, shy, spooking easily. You just seemed to have a worse case of it.
He stopped about a foot in front of you, slowly getting on one of his knees to be almost at eye level with you. The air felt suffocatingly thick. You returned his level gaze with a wary, untrusting one, like a wild animal’s.
“I’m John,”
He spoke. His voice felt like a Sunday night bonfire, the whiskers of a cat, and warm ashes still flickering red. It was a bit comforting, and you wondered why until you saw the way his chest was shaking just a little bit.
He was purring.
You hadn’t even known bear hybrids could purr, but as soon as you realized that, you were back on edge. He knew that even if you were fully human, your body would still relax in response to most forms of purring. He was essentially using your body’s natural responses against you.
“And you are?”
He then asked, bright blue eyes watching you. Observing. All of them were, you could feel it. Especially the maybe-wraith, you could practically feel his eyes digging holes into you.
“Y/N.”
You replied. Your voice shook despite your best efforts to keep it level and calm despite the storm of emotions you were experiencing.
You watched as the werewolf almost lunged forward, stopped only by the wraith, who placed one hand on his shoulder, shaking his head, and the wolf let out a low sound that looked like a whine, ears flattening, but the wraith didn’t budge. Strange.
John nodded, getting back up off of his one knee, gesturing to each other members of the pack one by one, the harpy was first.
“This here is Kyle,”
Kyle gave a gentle smile, eyes full of what seemed like empathy for how uncomfortable he must know you are. They probably knew every single thing you were feeling, considering a hybrid’s insanely good sense of smell. His feathery wings puffed up, then resettled in a matter of seconds.
“Here’s Johnny, but we call ‘im Soap.”
The werewolf. You didn’t know why he was nicknamed ‘Soap’, and you didn’t want to know, either. He gave a sheepish smile, pearly whites gleaming.
“And we’ve got Simon, our Ghost.”
The wraith. He gave a small nod, which looking back, was more like a jerk of his head. His eyes were a dark chocolate brown.
You quickly decided that Kyle was your favorite, for now. John was a close second, and Johnny and Simon were on an equal level.
“Kyle, take ‘er to the room while me and the lads have a chat.”
John said, gesturing you over to Kyle, who waved you over, leading you out of the main living room area, and down a hallway to the right. You dragged your feet, curious to hear what John was having a ‘chat’ with the other boys about.
“…need to quit chompin’ at the bit, Soap, making the girl nervous.”
“Cannae help it, she’s so small—“
“You’d better help it, ‘fore I do for you, Johnny.”
The conversation continued, Kyle glancing back, noticing you lingering back, raising a brow with a little knowing smirk.
“C’mon, nosy. We spent a good few hours putting this room together for you.”
Cheeks heating slightly at being called out, you picked up the pace, beat-up sneakers padding against the wooden floor as you followed the large harpy, observing his feathers, most of them being long, a shade of honey brown fading into a warm blonde, shining under the light, shifting into different shades when you changed the angle you were looking at them from. The shorter feathers looked fluffier like they were just growing in.
You saw a pin feather on his right wing, sandwiched between other feathers.
Unable to resist the temptation, you reached for it, fingers gently enclosing on the crackly, thin casing around the feather, pulling, only for his wings to twitch as he whirled, startling both of you, as you held what had been of the pin feather in your hand.
Both of you stood still for a moment before he must’ve realized what happened, letting out a huff of laughter with an amused sigh. His hand reached out, giving you a little pat on the head.
“Thanks, kid. Just ask next time, yeah? My wings are sensitive.”
He said, and you nodded, shock wearing off right as a voice came from down the hallway.
“Everything alright?”
Sounded like John.
“Yup, just having a grooming session.”
Kyle called back, chuckling to himself as he led the way to a doorway, opening the door to reveal a decent-sized room with a bed, a dresser, and a little desk across from the bed. The walls were a light purple. The floor was wood, with a small circular fuzzy carpet in the room.
It looked comfortable.
Kyle stepped out of the way, gesturing for you to enter your room, and you hesitantly stepped in, eyes scanning every square inch. There was a window to the right of your bed, locked, probably.
After it passed whatever mental test you’d conjured up, you walked over to the bed, nose wrinkling in mild distaste at how the bed was set. The blankets were tucked tightly into the mattress, so you yanked them out, before taking the pillow, putting it on the floor, and kicking the absolute life out of it for a few minutes until it was placed back onto the bed.
You then proceeded to plop into the mess of blankets and sheets, pulling the blanket up over you. It was soft and fluffy but not fuzzy.
“She’s nesting-!”
You heard a voice squeak from the entryway, only to see Johnny grinning like a maniac, pushing Kyle out of the way to see into the room. John was behind him, giving an unimpressed flat stare to the excited Scottish man, and Simon was looming behind Kyle, tall enough to see over his wings.
“Humans don’t nest, Soap.”
Kyle said flatly, and Johnny threw him a glare.
“Well, she’s doing whatever the human equivalent to nesting is.”
He retorted, and Simon gave him a look that said he thought he was brain-dead.
“Making the bed?”
He said, and Johnny huffed, getting into it with Simon while you watched from your bed, listening to them argue, until you got sick of it and pulled the blanket over your head, hiding under it.
“How ain’t that nesting—?”
“I make my bed every mornin’. Don’t mean I’m nesting.”
“Can it, both of you.”
They both shut up after the verbal admonishment, John sighing, and a moment later a man approached the bed slowly, making sure you could hear the wood creaking beneath his feet. He didn’t want to surprise you. You made your mental bets between which one it was.
Johnny’s head popped up from under the blanket a few moments later.
“John says I’m not being very hospitable,”
He said, as if he was whining to you, giving a loud, dramatic sigh that you heard John, who seemed to be walking down the hallway now, grumble at. It almost made you laugh, and he must’ve seen the smile pulling at your lips because he grinned big and wide. Only his head remained under the blanket, the rest of his body kneeling beside the bed.
“How about we play a game, hm? Help ya learn the house a lil while Price and Gaz make dinner.”
You paused, before nodding. The house didn’t have too complicated of a layout, you thought. You’d seen what looked like a second floor, maybe there was a basement.
A hand slid under the blanket, calloused and rough, and you promptly ignored it, simply sliding the blanket off. You weren’t there yet, not with any of them. It would take a good while before you started willingly touching.
“How about…tag?”
You shook your head almost immediately at that one, and once he really thought about it, it made sense. No child would want to be chased around by a big hybrid in a place they don’t know.
“Hide n’ seek?”
You didn’t say anything at first, until nodding.
“You wanna hide or seek first?”
“Hide.”
Hiding was essentially the only part you were good at. You didn’t have the nose to sniff out hiders, but you did have plenty of practice hiding, for various reasons. Being a human wasn’t the easiest. You were prey, essentially, easy to be picked off when alone or vulnerable.
Johnny’s big hand tugged the blankets off, getting up off of his knees, gesturing to the doorway where Simon loomed, sharp eyes watching the werewolf, a slight narrowing of them when they both exchanged gazes, silently communicating.
Johnny turned to face the wall once you both got out into the hallway, the door clicking quietly shut while Simon watched.
“I’m gonna start counting, I’ll give ye a good…20, how’s that?”
He asked with a grin, and you nodded. You didn’t know this house other than the hallway, your room, and the main living room in the front, but you were determined to find a good hiding spot. It might’ve been years since you last played hide and seek with someone his age, but you were competitive.
“20, 19….”
You bolted.
Down the hallway, taking a right, seeing a staircase. You decided to go up.
“18, 17…”
A mini-hallway up the stairs. You took your hoodie off as quickly as possible, opening a door and randomly throwing it inside. The scent would probably throw him off.
“16, 15…”
You slid down the stairs, running down the same hallway, taking another turn, moving past the kitchen where John was stirring a pot and Kyle was cutting vegetables. They raised a brow but didn’t comment as you pulled one shoe off, tossing it around a corner.
“14, 13, 12…”
He was speeding up, the cheat.
You took the other shoe off, finding another door to open, this time being a closet, before throwing it in and shutting the door behind you.
“11, 10, 9…”
With three different things to throw the freakishly good nose most werewolves had off, you figured it was time to find a hiding spot. He was in the single digits now.
“8, 7, 6….”
You rounded a corner, finding a door with a different style handle than the others. It was golden and round, older, while the others were silver and slim. You opened it and were met with darkness and a staircase.
You hesitantly descended, the light switch not working.
“5, 4…”
You needed to find a spot. Now.
The scent of laundry detergents hit your nose when you finally reached the bottom, daylight from a small basement window providing the bare minimum of light to let you see. To the right of the stairs, there was a thin little room that was a laundry room.
All the scents would surely mask yours well, too.
“3, 2, 1…”
You heard his muffled voice grow more excited when he was finally close to being able to start his hunt.
You found a shelf next to the wall with a little crawl space underneath the different cleaners it was holding. Flattening your body to the floor, you squirmed under, struggling to breathe for the first few moments until you adjusted.
“Ready or not, here I come!”
He called out, and you heard the creaking of the floorboards under his feet as he stomped around the house, John calling something out you couldn’t hear from down here.
As your eyes adjusted to the darkness, you suddenly noticed a giant spider and her web only a foot from you. Your skin was suddenly crawling, your imagination running wild, and you heard doors opening and closing upstairs.
The first one.
The second.
The third, he must be getting close.
He’d gone through all your distractions. You heard his heavy panting from here, heard the footsteps coming down the rickety old stairs.
He didn’t even try to flick on the switch.
He wouldn’t have to, not with his built-in night vision. The huffing grew louder as you heard his mutt-like sniffing, deep and full. Your skin began to crawl for a different reason, limbs tensing unconsciously.
He was a predator. He had teeth that could shred you within seconds, claws that could rip you open. And then you weren’t under the shelf anymore.
The scent of wet hay and animals surrounded you as the itchy sawdust rubbed at your skin, leaving it red and irritated.
You heard him before your eyes adjusted enough to see him. The furry form, at least three times bigger than your small body, claws dragging against the walls of the wood, teeth gleaming in the full moonlight.
He wasn’t just finding you, he was enjoying this.
Enjoying being able to sniff out your terror, the scent of it soaking through your clothes without you even knowing.
He paused.
The hay crunched beneath his feet as he shifted, taking a deep whiff of the air, a sound coming out of him resembling a crow’s raspy caw, except it sounded like an imitation of laughter coming from his maw.
The hay crunched again. Closer.
You held your breath, silent tears rolling down your cheeks.
A tail swept by, as if he’d somehow not seen you, but then—
“Rah!”
The familiar Scottish lilt to his voice felt all too comforting compared to what you’d just remembered moments earlier. You think you screamed. Your mouth had opened, you just hadn’t heard the noise coming out.
You tried to make sense of it.
Key word, tried.
He must’ve seen how you sniffled, body shaking slightly and breathing unsteady. He noticed. His hand swiped the large spider, which had been crawling ever close while you hadn’t even noticed, away, his other hand going to lift the shelf for you to get out.
“Jus’ a spider, nothin’ to worry about.”
He mumbled with a small chuckle, watching as you scrambled out from under the old shelf, walking over to the stairs without even needing him to lead you around. It seemed you were eager to get out of the dark.
He didn’t blame you.
The stairs creaked behind you as he headed up, swiping some dust that clung to your hair and clothes still. When you opened the basement door after fumbling for the handle for a moment, you were greeted with your shoes and jacket right near the entrance.
“Clever trick ye pulled, never had such a wee little bairn pull ‘at on me.”
He said with a warm chuckle. At least you’d tricked him a little bit. Even if he’d still found you depressingly fast.
You stepped into your shoes, shifting around until your feet were in properly, picking your jacket up and carrying it with you as you stepped to the side, meaning to let Johnny through, only for your back to hit a warm body as you let out a noise of surprise, whipping your body around as you flinched and jumped nearly a foot back.
It was Simon, who didn’t react much, other than a subtle tilt of his head. His eyes narrowed as he looked you over, looking as if he knew something was off.
Johnny raised a brow at the silent staring contest between you and the wraith, shutting the basement door behind him as Gaz’s voice called for them.
“Dinner!”
Simon gave you one last glance, before turning and walking to the table. Johnny flashed you a sympathetic grin.
“Don’ be scared of the brute, he’s really a sweetie underneath it all, just gotta get used to ye is all.”
He said, a bit quieter as if not wanting Simon to overhear. You watched him walk away, having a feeling he heard every word, and that he heard a lot more than he let on.
Johnny tried to place a hand on your back which you jerked away from, murmuring an apology as you followed him to the kitchen. The game of hide and seek helped you learn the layout of the house, but it would still take a while to fully memorize.
The smell of something delicious, namely potatoes and some form of meat and barbecue, reached your nose as Kyle pulled a chair out for you, setting his hat on the seat to your right to claim it, Johnny sitting across from you. Simon’s seat was on one end of the table, and you assumed Price’s seat was on the other end.
It was some form of pot roast, you quickly learned, bowls being passed around the table with napkins and silverware. A glass full of water was put near your plate. The rest of them settled for tea except Johnny. Kyle put a spoonful of sugar and a small container of cream in his tea, mixing it neatly in. Simon drank the tea black. John put half a container of cream in, mixing it in and taking a long drink.
Johnny settled for a can of orange soda the others called ‘pop’.
John put his hands together, bowing his head and closing his eyes in a gesture of prayer. Simon didn’t. Johnny poorly mimicked John, clearly more interested in his food. Kyle mumbled something under his breath on his own, digging into his food right after.
You’d been in houses with religion before. It wasn’t as surprising as it had been at first, with the different concepts of prayer and gods and everything that came with it. You just didn’t know exactly what to do.
You looked around the table, John praying, Kyle eating quickly but nearly, and Johnny quickly mumbling under his breath. Simon was the only one eating slowly, taking his time. Probably because of the scar that ran over his lips, leaving a bit of his canine exposed.
He didn’t get the chance to eat fast.
You accidentally locked eyes with him, unsure of what to do. It felt rude to stare, but you couldn’t just back down from the silent challenge in his brown eyes, seeming to dare you to keep looking, assuming you wouldn’t.
He’d watched your eyes dart around, a look he’d seen too many times before. You didn’t know what to do.
He paused, still not breaking eye contact as he slowly blinked, scarred fingers closing around his glass as he raised it to meet halfway between you two. It took you a few seconds to realize what he was doing, brows furrowed in confusion before releasing with realization as you picked your glass up, lifting it to clink against his.
The sound brought both Johns out of their prayers, John chuckling as he raised his glass, Johnny and Kyle soon to follow.
“To our new little bugger.”
Simon muttered, brown eyes glittering with mirth as he glanced down at you, lips twitching almost up.
And as the rest of them filled the space with chatter and words, you thought that maybe, even if it wasn’t always easy or comfortable at first, you could be happy here.
Maybe.
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platonic poolverine x fem!cat mutant!reader who purrs when she’s asleep :D??
The Catnap Chronicles
It was a peaceful afternoon at Xavier’s School for Gifted Youngsters, or at least it had been until Deadpool and Wolverine started bickering over something ridiculous in the common room. The chaos was only heightened by Wade’s antics, as per usual, and Logan’s ever-present frustration with his “partner” in… whatever you’d call their relationship — frenemies, maybe.
You, on the other hand, were curled up on the far end of the couch, dozing off as the argument unfolded around you. Being part feline, you needed your naps, and nothing — not even Wade’s loud mouth — could stop you from getting your catnap. A soft purr rumbled from you as you drifted further into sleep, completely unaware of the scene unfolding.
"Logan, you wound me!" Wade’s voice was, as always, melodramatic. "I was only suggesting we test the durability of your claws with a little friendly chainsaw duel. For science!"
Logan growled, crossing his arms and glaring at Deadpool. "Ain’t gonna happen, Wade. Not today. Not ever."
Wade was about to fire off another retort when he noticed the soft sound of purring coming from your direction. He stopped mid-sentence, his masked head tilting to the side. "Uh, Logan… is that her?"
Logan glanced over, and his expression softened slightly when he saw you asleep, curled up on the couch, your tail lazily flicking back and forth in your sleep. The gentle purring filled the air, a sound that always seemed to calm the otherwise gruff mutant.
Wade tiptoed over, completely forgetting about the claws-for-chainsaws debate. He crouched down beside you, watching with fascination. "She purrs! This is the cutest thing ever, and I’m deeply offended that you’ve been hogging all of this adorableness to yourself, Wolverine."
Logan groaned, rubbing the bridge of his nose. "Don’t wake her up, Wade. She needs rest."
Wade gasped, putting a hand over his heart. "I would never disturb such a pure moment, Logan. I’m not a monster." He paused, reconsidering his statement. "Okay, maybe I am, but still!"
You stirred slightly, but your purring didn’t stop, the comforting rhythm filling the room. Logan smirked a little, looking over at Wade. "See? She’s relaxed. Probably ‘cause you finally shut up."
Wade sat down cross-legged on the floor next to the couch, looking at you like a child observing a rare animal at the zoo. "I think I might cry," he said dramatically. "This is the most peaceful thing I’ve ever seen in my entire life. And I’ve watched so many wholesome cat videos on the internet."
Logan gave him a look that screamed don’t you dare, but Wade was already making a quiet shushing motion. "Don’t worry, grumpy claws. I’ll protect her nap at all costs. Anyone who dares disturb this perfect sleeping kitten will have to face my wrath!"
Logan sighed, shaking his head. "You’re a real piece of work, Wade."
Wade grinned beneath his mask, completely unbothered by Logan’s annoyance. "And you, my friend, are missing out on the opportunity of a lifetime! Imagine the possibilities of teaming up with a mutant who purrs. She’s the ultimate partner. The calming force to balance your growly, grouchy nature."
"She ain’t my partner," Logan muttered, though his eyes softened as he glanced at you again. "She’s… a kid. One I’m lookin’ out for."
Wade’s voice turned unusually sincere for a moment, and he nodded. "Yeah. You’re pretty good at that, Logan."
The quiet moment hung in the air as you continued to sleep, oblivious to the fact that the loudest two mutants in the mansion had somehow found a moment of peace just by watching over you. Wade, for once, kept his promise and stayed silent, occasionally glancing at Logan as if to make sure he was sticking to the “protect the nap” mission.
And for that afternoon, the common room was filled with nothing but the soft sound of purring and the surprisingly companionable silence between Wolverine and Deadpool.
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October
2k3 | Javier Peña x fem reader | ao3 | Masterlist
Summary: autumn is here, and you always loved that season. This year, you will probably love it even more Warnings: none, fluff. Meet cute, soft!Javi, book lovers, cats, alt POVs. No age specified.
a/n: this is written for @jolapeno & @goodwithcheese 's fall challenge. I ordered Peña’s Pumpkin Latte and A fall walk 🎃🍂🍁
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Autumn has always been your favorite season. The cooler temperatures, cardigans, blankets on the couch. The thicker socks. You loved staying in and watching the leaves fall from your couch. Drinking coffee or hot chocolate, your cat on your lap.
You also loved going to bookstores or cafes, walking on the fallen leaves on the ground. Listening to their crunch under your feet. The streets painted in a mix of red, orange, brown colors were beautiful. The first rains didn't even bother you.
That Saturday, you took your notebag and the book you were currently reading and headed to one of your favorite places. To get a coffee sprinkled with chocolate powder, and to eat some of those ghost-shaped cookies that the owner cooked every year, from October to November. You finished your book there and decided to get a new one, so you walked to your usual bookstore. The one where the owner's cat sleeps on the books. He's beautiful, black and white. He lets you scratch his ears every time you go there, purring so hard that it always makes you smile.
It started to rain and you forgot your umbrella, so while waiting for the rain to stop, you picked three books from the shelves, and sat down in one of the armchairs to choose one of them. You turned the pages and the smell of old paper rose up to your nostrils. You loved that scent.
“Good choice,” you heard.
You turned your head towards the man who just spoke to you. Dark hair, mustache, black coat. He had two books in his hand. You'd never seen him there before.
“Your book,” he added to answer your questioning look, pointing at it. “It’s one of my favorites.”
His smile was warm, friendly. His eyes were a curious contrast of seriousness mixed with a twinkle.
“Oh, right, the book,” you replied, smiling. “Yeah, I’ve read great reviews about it. I just finished my last one and I am looking for a new one.”
“It's bittersweet, a little sad but very beautiful. If you're not afraid of a rollercoaster of emotions, it's perfect.”
“Well, I’m gonna follow your advice and buy it. Thank you…?”
“Javi,” he responded, smiling again.
“Thank you, Javi,” you replied, and told him your name. “The rain has stopped, I’m gonna go. Have a good day!”
“Thanks, you too.”
You paid for the book and left quickly, seeing that new threatening clouds were approaching.
On Sunday, you walked to the park near your house. The weather was way better that day, the sky all blue. You sat on a bench sheltered by hedges that had grown well since last spring, put a blanket you brought on your knees and began reading your book.
You started it the night before, and you were glad you followed the advice of that man, Javi. The book suited your tastes perfectly.
You stayed in the park until it started to get a little chilly, the blanket not enough to keep you warm, then you gathered your things and left.
On your way back home, a curious black kitten approached you. Its fur was a bright contrast to the orange leaves on the ground.
“What are you doing here all alone, kitty?” you asked him, crouched and scratched his chin. He rubbed against your legs, purring, then left as quickly as he‘d arrived.
As you got up, you saw Javi on the other sidewalk and waved at him.
“Hi!” he greeted you, walking towards you. “You enjoyed some quiet time in the park?” he asked, pointing at your blanket.
“Yeah, I wanted to enjoy the nice weather. I go to the park every Sunday afternoon when I can. I started to read the book!” you added.
“Oh great! What do you think?”
“I really love it so far. Thank you for the recommendation.”
He smiled at you. He was cute. And handsome.
You smiled at him too. And for a few seconds you were just smiling at each other. Those slightly silly smiles that you share when you meet someone and want to know them better.
“I was going to have a coffee, do you wanna come?” he finally asked you, breaking the silence.
“Sure.”
You had never usually had coffee with strangers, but you felt like you already knew him a little. As if the fact that you had the similar tastes in books had helped you to take the leap.
He told you he always drank black coffee, but wanted to try something new, so he ordered a pumpkin spice latte. You laughed when you saw him wrinkle his nose after tasting it.
“I’m gonna stick with my usual,” he chuckled.
You spent the afternoon there, talking about whatever you could think of. Your jobs, your families, your lives, your hobbies. He had moved into the neighborhood a couple weeks ago and didn't know anyone there.
You parted ways, saying “see you soon”.
The following Saturday, you hoped to run into him. At the bookstore or at the café. Or in the neighborhood. You didn't see him and you were a little sad about it. You had often thought about him during the week.
On Sunday, you went to the park. It was a beautiful autumn day. To your pleasant surprise, Javi was waiting for you. With pastries and two coffees.
“Too creepy?” he asked with a cute, almost shy smile, as you stopped surprised in front of him.
“No… too cute,” you grinned, feeling the heat rise to your cheeks. He was dressed in black. Coat, sweater, pants. He was really handsome. You couldn't believe he was waiting for you there, that he remembered what you said about loving to come there every Sunday afternoon.
You drank your coffees and ate the pastries, sitting on the bench, your blanket on both of you.
He told you he bought furniture the day before, that he finished putting it together late at night. As if he was trying to explain why you didn't see each other yesterday.
“I'm glad to see you today,” you told him.
“Me too.” He looked at you, his eyes landing briefly on your lips. Smiling shyly afterwards, as if to apologize.
You saw each other for the next three weeks, every Saturday and Sunday. Doing fall walks to the cafe, bookstore, park. Every day of the week, you looked forward to the weekend. Aware that you were slowly falling in love with Javi, even if you didn't show it. You weren’t sure if he had feelings for you.
One day, you didn’t know what pushed you to do it, but you couldn't resist and you kissed him under your umbrella. He had just caressed your cheek, and his eyes were the only thing you were able to see. As if everything else had disappeared.
He kissed you back, his lips pressing against yours, his soft mustache against your skin. You didn't talk about it, didn't want to. You just loved being with him and everything had been perfect so far.
He was always calm, reassuring and didn't rush you. You liked that he didn't feel compelled to fill in the blanks in your conversations.
“Did you see that the café is closed for renovations next Saturday?” he asked at the park, that last Sunday.
“Yes…” you looked down at your feet. You didn’t want to spend a Saturday without seeing him, so you gathered some courage. “Would you like to come and have coffee at my place?”
“I’d love to,” he added quickly, as if he was relieved to know you wanted to see him too.
You gave him your address, and added, “it's the last house on the right. The one with the pumpkins, electric garlands and candles in the living room window.”
He smiled and said “see you Saturday, Hermosa,” before leaving.
Javi wasn’t expecting to meet anyone with whom everything seemed so easy. Not so fast, not so smooth. That Saturday at the bookstore, he saw you a few seconds after the bell on the door rang, announcing an entrance. Always used to analyze every situation, every noise around him. He had done nothing but that for decades. Some habits were hard to break.
You went straight to the cat sleeping on the books, awake as soon as you had lulled him with your soft words “hey kitty, how's your day going? You're such a good boy, always taking care of those books. You love their smell, don’t you? I love it too.”
He heard the cat purring from where he was. Javi wasn't a cat person, he preferred dogs, but found it rather cute, that loud purring sound.
He had thought back to Puff, Steve and Connie's cat. Fucking sicarios.
His years at the DEA would haunt him for years, probably for his entire life, he knew it. He had tried to work on his father's ranch, but everything reminded him of the DEA. His childhood, his teenage bedroom. The discussions with his parents about his desire to join the agency. Lorraine. He wondered what he had missed, even though he did not regret his years in Columbia. He had done the best he could.
He had thought that maybe he would recover faster if he left Laredo. If there were fewer people who spoke Spanish around him. He needed a change of life, so he had moved to the other side of the country.
And then you arrived in his life, kind of.
When he saw you, holding his favorite book in your hands, his heart skipped a beat. There were two other books on your lap, but you were looking at his favorite. He didn’t hesitate long before coming up to talk to you. As if that book was some kind of a sign that he had to meet you.
On Sunday, he saw you sitting on a bench in the park, immersed in the book. He didn't want to disturb you, so he waited for you to leave and came to meet you while you were crouching next to a cat in the street. You really were a cat person.
The smile you gave him reached his heart a little too fast. As if you were a constant in his new life. Already.
It could seem silly, he didn't know you. But he didn't really remember what a normal life was, either. With no drugs, no guns, no threats, no deaths. You were none of that. Maybe that was the reason why he never felt the urge to be grumpy or sassy around you.
The following Saturday he went to buy the last pieces of furniture he was missing in his apartment. He started to assemble them, without realizing how much time was passing. Until he saw that night had almost fallen. He ran to the café, to the bookstore, to the park, but he didn't see you. It was too late.
He cursed between his teeth, and hoped to meet you the next day. Yes, the next day, if the weather was nice, he would go to the park.
He smiled when he woke up the next morning, seeing the blue sky. He waited for the afternoon, then bought two coffees and some pastries. Hoping that you would be there.
You greeted him with a big, beautiful smile when you saw him. Thanking him for what he had brought. And damn, you had a charming smile.
Then, you saw each other every weekend, all October. Each week passed too slowly for his liking, while each moment in your presence passed at the speed of light.
One Saturday, in that café, he didn’t even realize that he had rested his head on his hand, turned towards you, and that he was drinking in your words. You were so close. It made you smile shily. He wondered if you were as enamored as he was.
But he didn't want to move too fast, didn't really want to know if you were. It had been a long time since he had spent such moments with a woman. Someone who wasn't related to his job. Since high school, probably?
He didn’t want to know, but when you came out of the cafe and it started to rain, you opened your umbrella and offered him a cover rom the rain under it. Your eyes plunged into his, and he couldn’t resist the urge to brush your cheek covered in a few drops of water with his thumb. Your eyes slid from his eyes to his lips, and you bit yours. He didn’t move, not wanting to break the moment. Not wanting to go too fast. But he let you get closer to him, until your lips landed on his, offering the softest kiss he had ever received. He felt his cock throb, tightened in his pants. It was happening to him more and more when he was with you, but he didn't want to think about it. He wanted to put his arm around your shoulders to protect you from the cold, but he didn't dare.
Though, he couldn't help himself from resting his hand on the small of your back, brushing it over your coat. He felt you getting closer to him and you walked without speaking. The silence wasn't awkward at all, and he loved that.
That last Sunday, when you offered him to have coffee at your place, he didn’t hesitate for long. He wasn’t so sure if he wanted to take his time anymore.
He knocked on your door and when you opened it, he held out a book.
“This is my second favorite, if you want to give it a try,” he said. As if he was not really talking about giving a try to that book, but to him.
You smiled, pulled him by the collar towards you and kissed him.
He definitely didn’t want to take his time anymore, and apparently neither did you.
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