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gyeomsweetgyeom · 5 months

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[7:09 pm]

(cw: parents!au)

Every parent knew what silence meant. Silence meant some huge mess was being made, someone was hiding, being mischievous, general mayhem being had. This was especially true in your home with your daughter and 3 cats. It was never this quiet in your house with the four—five troublemakers in your house. It couldn’t be the main troublemaker because he was sitting right next to you, fully invested in a a reality tv show.

“Jaemin, listen,” You said quietly while you muted the tv.

He looked at you quizzically, “I don’t hear anything… what could she be doing now?”

“It’s not her nap time yet, I have a very bad feeling about this,” you replied nervously.

Your daughter had a sweet face, she was nice and friendly in public. She always waved at strangers with a huge smile on her face. She knew to stay by your side when she wasn’t sitting in a shopping cart. She very rarely threw tantrums, a perfect little angel. People had even told you so.

In the comfort of your home on the other hand, she was hyperactive and loud. She wreaked havoc on the daily. And the cats were either right her side or far, far away from her. There was no in between. When the cats decided she was being too much your daughter would try to climb their scratching posts to reach them or pull on their tails. The poor animals. When they decided to help her the house was loud, something got destroyed, scratched, or simply broken.

The last time the 4 of them had joined forces you needed to buy a new bookshelf for the living room with all new frames for the pictures that filled up some empty spaces on the shelves.

“Rock, paper, scissors to see who goes,” Jaemin offered. You rolled your eyes but complied. Softly hitting your fist against the palm of your hand. One paper and one rock, you lost.

“Wish me luck please, and have your credit card ready to shop. Oh my god, I think I’m gonna be sick,” you muttered, standing from the couch and walking toward your daughter’s room, but not without pouting and sending pleasing looks to your husband.

You tiptoed quietly to her open door and took a peek inside. Oh good, she was playing with her baby dolls. Wait, since when were they covered in fur?

You ran back to the living room whisper yelling, “Honey, you have to come see what your daughter is doing!”

Jaemin tilted his head back and shut his eyes, “why is she only my daughter when she’s being naughty?”

“It’s not even that bad, no new furniture. Just come see!” You tugged on his arm until he was up and quietly sneaking behind you.

You both peeked into the open door and watched as your daughter swaddled up one of the cats, Luke. And he liked it! He was purring and nuzzling into your daughters small and unusually gentle hands. “Ok baby! It’s time for a nap!” She told the cat before placing him in her toy bassinet. The poor doll who it belonged to could be seen face down under her bed.

“And for the other baby, it’s lunch! Time for your bottle,” she told Luna, picking up the cat and holding her like a newborn while holding a toy bottle to the cat’s mouth. And poor Lucy was sitting on a doll bed with a bonnet tied below her chin, but she looked unbothered.

“I think the cats… like it?” Jaemin whispered in confusion.

You looked at him, “weirdly enough, I think they do too.”

You and Jaemin continued to watch the four of them play and interact. They were all calm and playing happily, until, she turned and caught sight of you.

She bounded over to you and jumped into your arms, knocking the wind out of you.

“I’m practicing!” She smiled brightly.

“What are you practicing for, baby?” You asked her, moving some hair out of her face.

“Daddy said he’s going to get me a baby brother! So I have to practice being a good big sister!” She smiled, stating it like it was obvious.

Your fave dropped, looking at Jaemin with a raised eyebrow, “did your dad say that? That’s news to me. What else did he tell you, baby?”

Jaemin’s face dropped and your daughter began spilling all their secrets. How he always bought her candy before ballet, they sometimes snuck some ice cream together after you were asleep, Jaemin put sugar in her cereal, and how he promised her new toys if she didn’t mention anything about a new sibling. “Do I still get my toys daddy?”

“Uh! No! She would not be getting any new toys!”Jaemin yelled in his mind.

“You can ask daddy later, he’s about to be in very big trouble.”

#kpop imagines #kpop au #kpop scenarios #kpop reactions #nct #nct imagines #nct fluff #nct timestamps #nct x reader #nct dream #nct dream imagines #nct dream fluff #jaemin fluff #jaemin imagines #jaemin x reader #jaemin blurbs #jaemin drabbles

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fyodior · 1 year

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au calme clair de lune triste et beau

pairing: paul verlaine x reader

cw: vaginal sex, cunnilingus, fem pet names, creampie, french people

notes: first verlaine fic yay! its very fluffy and sweet bc i needed verlaine to cosplay being a nice person ♡ huge thank you to @amythedemisimp for helping me with the tiny bit of french so i didnt look like a complete idiot ♡♡ much love

wc: 2k

“Mmm, good morning, darling,” Verlaine mumbled into your hair as he felt you stir next to him.

You barely heard him, brain still foggy from only just opening your eyes, but smiled as he wrapped his long arms tighter around your waist. He snaked his hands under the baggy t-shirt you were wearing to press his warm hands against your skin, making you giggle. You intertwined your fingers with his that were resting on your stomach pulling him even closer to you. Nothing ever made you feel safer and more at peace than when you were wrapped in Verlaine’s arms, especially on lazy mornings like this.

It was the weekend, and you had no idea what time it was, could only see the growing sunlight filtering in through the curtains of the large bay window, and the snores of your cat still curled up in his bed in the corner of the room. The thick comforter draped over you was all tangled up around the two of you as a remnant of Verlaine’s slightly violent sleeping habits, and you laughed quietly to yourself as you remember being woken up at least twice by clumsy flopping and kicking and the incoherent conversations he had with himself in his sleep.

“What are you laughing about?” he asked, voice deep and scratchy. Though he sounds accusatory, you could feel his toothy smile against the back of your neck as he snuggled closer to you.

“Oh, nothing,” you teased. “Just the 30 minute long argument you seemed to be having with Chuuya in your sleep last night. Brotherly love at its finest.”

“Oh, really? What were we fighting about?”

“I'm not really sure, I think he was asking for your approval to propose to Dazai, and you were so not on board.” Verlaine chuckled. “There were plenty of slurred exclamations of ‘Chuuya, you idiot!’ and intense groaning.”

“Definitely sounds like how that would go down.”

You felt the deep, comforting grumble of his chest as he laughed, and thought about how much you wished you could freeze this moment and live in it forever. The warmth radiating from his skin and the way his body melded perfectly against yours, all in the hushed quiet of a morning with no alarms or schedules to meet.

Verlaine tugged on your waist a bit as a signal to look at him, and you flopped over on your side to gaze dreamily into his silvery-blue eyes.

“Hi, pretty,” he whispered, a lopsided smile spreading across his face. You blushed and smiled back, somehow still flustered at his flirting after all this time.

He rested a hand on your bare hip as he slowly leaned in to press a soft kiss to your lips, and you sighed contentedly into it. You reached up to gently run your hands through his silky, long blonde hair that you only ever got to see down at night. It started out as a gentle kiss, but your involuntary groans as his familiar lips moved against yours encouraged Verlaine, dipping his tongue into your mouth. He looked at you sideways when you groaned again but pulled back, wrinkling your nose.

“I love you, but your morning breath tastes pretty bad,” you giggled, making him roll his eyes.

“Guess I’ll have to kiss somewhere else, then,” he said with a tone of feigned defeat.

Before your still-foggy head could process what he said, Verlaine was all of a sudden flipping you onto your back and snaking between your legs, spreading them and kissing at the soft skin of your inner thighs. All you did was smile and let your head fall back against the pillow.

“No protest?” he asked, words muffled.

“None at all.”

Verlaine happily went back to working on your thighs, biting softly as he worked his way upward. Once he got where he wanted to be he made eye contact with you before slowly shimmying your panties down your legs, leaving you naked from the waist down. Placing your legs over his shoulders for better access, you moaned in anticipation of what was to come.

Now he was pressing light kisses to your outer lips, running his tongue up and down your slit. He used two fingers to spread you open, staring mesmerized for just a moment at your quickly moistening pussy. Just the sight of Verlaine buried in between your legs, mouth on you alone was enough to get you dripping. His arms wrapped around your thighs, hands coming to rest on your pelvis before leaning further in, using his tongue to gather up some of the slick that had already begun trickling out of you. You could feel the mmmmm he grumbled against your pussy as he tasted you.

Finally, he dipped his tongue inside you, pulling a deep moan from your throat as he flicked his tongue expertly against your clit, his hot mouth feeling heavenly against your already pulsing pussy.

“Oh, god, Paul,” you whined.

He smiled before wrapping his lips around your clit and sucking as he continued to circle his tongue around it, reminding you that he knew your body better than anyone else. Verlaine knew exactly how to touch you and push your buttons to have you melting in his hands, and he happily put this knowledge to good use.

He soon dipped his head lower to lap up more of your juices, while dragging his tongue through your folds. Verlaine tapped your thigh to get you to look him in the eyes before he slid his tongue into your hole, pleased with the gasps and moans tumbling out of your mouth. He would’ve smirked if his mouth weren’t full of your pussy. Then it’s Verlaine who’s gasping as your hands found their way into his hair and tug, fingernails scratching at his scalp. Desperate to ride his tongue, he had to hold down your hips as you involuntarily thrusted into his mouth.

Unwrapping one of his arms from your legs so he could palm himself through his boxers, Verlaine shivered at the friction against his growing erection. His tongue pumped in, out, and around your hole as he pulled his cock out and circled his fist around it.

“P-Paul,” you gasped. He looked up at you, eyes dark and sultry and face covered in saliva and slick. “Make love to me, please.”

Verlaine lifted his mouth off of you before nodding wordlessly, crawling from between your legs to hover over you. All of your labored breaths were swallowed as he once again pressed his lips against yours, melding your mouths together.

“You like tasting yourself?” he asked. All you did was kiss him back hungrily.

The kiss was messy, all teeth and tongue and drool as your hands clumsily snaked down his body to tug at the waistband of his boxers, signaling him to pull away so he could undress. You were both fully naked now, your old sleep shirt having been thrown off a while ago, and you relished in the intimacy of the moment. The intimacy of knowing exactly how to make your lover feel good and doing exactly that, of showing love unabashedly, fully exposed and on display for each other. You trusted Verlaine with your entire being.

Not many words were needed as you could read each other’s minds and bodies better than your favorite books, and it felt only natural as he positioned the two of you, pestering you regularly over if you were comfortable or not.

Verlaine peppered sweet kisses all over your face as he hovered over you, and you laughed as you wrapped your arms around his neck.

“Ready, ma chérie?” he asked in his typical sultry, sexy voice. You bit your lip and smiled in response.

He leaned back so he run his cock through your folds to gather some slick, making you cry out as the tip nudged your swollen clit. Then he was lining himself up with your hole before slowly pushing in. Your breath hitched as you struggled to stretch around his thick length, eyes screwed shut.

“Doing so, so good for me, beautiful,” Verlaine whispered as encouragement, each word punctuated with a chaste kiss to your lips, cheeks, or forehead.

Your legs came to wrap tightly around his thin waist as he bottomed out, and you couldn’t help the cries you let out. He stayed still for a moment, balls resting heavily against your ass, as you adjusted your hips to try and encourage the tight ring of muscle to relax. Verlaine was always so patient with you, so sweet and accommodating, and it made your heart swell.

Once you gave him a silent nod and smile of approval, he hiked your legs further up his waist before slowly pulling back out, eyes focused on you and your expression the whole time. Pulling all the way out so only the tip was still inside, he thrusted back into you with a little more speed, prompting a high-pitched moan from you. The feeling of being completely filled by your lover was so comforting yet so intoxicating, and you clenched hard around his length.

“More!” you groaned.

“Of course.”

Verlaine’s lips attached to your neck and sucked at the sensitive skin underneath your jaw as he slowly began to build up a rhythm, the wet friction of his thrusts sending pleasure coursing through your veins with every movement.

He held your body close to his as he fucked you and cherished the moment. All of his senses were on fire: the sounds and smells of sex and sweat, the lingering taste of your pussy, and the sight of you clinging onto him as you cried out his name.

“Ma p’tite minette,” he whispered into your ear, French accent thick. “Je t'aime.”

My little kitten. You whined at the words, returning a garbled je t’aime back to him while he pumped his cock in and out of you.

You could tell Verlaine was getting close to cumming as you felt his cock throb inside you, and your suspicions were confirmed as his pace increased.

“Inside, please,” you groaned, and he knew exactly what you meant.

His hand slithered between your bodies and used his slim fingers to rub circles over your throbbing, neglected clit. You immediately cried out at the touch, hips bucking wildly into the touch as your senses were overwhelmed. It didn’t take long for you to cum, whines, screams, and cries of his name all falling past your lips as your orgasm spread from your core to your fingers and toes.

The cream that had gathered on his cock amplified the dirty squelching noises in the room, and Verlaine was grunting and fucking into you hard as he chased his own high. You tensed the walls of your pussy tight around his cock to encourage him, and soon he was moaning as he spilled his hot cum inside you, eyes screwed shut as he was overtaken by his own orgasm.

Verlaine pulled out of you slowly, falling down next to you on the bed as you both attempted to catch your breath. Upset at the distance, you flopped back over, throwing your arms around his neck and burying your face into his chest. He chuckled as he caught you, holding you close while he ran his fingertips softly up and down your back.

The light shining through the window was brighter now, and you could hear birds chirping from outside. Everything was still, everything was peaceful, and you felt safe being held tight by your lover.

#verlaine x reader #bsd verlaine #paul verlaine #bungo stray dogs x reader #bungo stray dogs smut #flora’s fics

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blarefordaglare · 4 months

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day 8 - Snoots the bear

Based off of my friend @kikker-oma’s Snoots the Bear artwork! Go check her out :D

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The air was cool and crisp as Wild walked through the forest. Don’t get him wrong, joining the chain was one of the best things that happened to him (even if it was worst case scenario.) but sometimes, it was nice to be Link again.

He literally is titled “Hero of the Wild”. It’s fitting he feels best when nothing stands between you and the earth around you. The rustling of bushes, the chirps of birds, or the tall branches that surround you.

All of a sudden a loud rustle came from behind him. The blonde whipped his head back to find a large lump of fur.

“Sweet Hylia,” Wild slowly tensed as he walked closer to the bear, “You’re absolutely stunning.” The champion reached out to touch a lump of his fur. The bear in return nuzzled into Wild, his head perfectly fitting between his chest and arms.

“You have a big nose… so I’m gonna name you Snoots.” Wild smiled, “I can’t wait to show you to the others!” The blonde wrapped his arms around the bear. His soft fur providing a pillow like cushion before he began to climb up.

It took a while to not slip off, but eventually, it was pretty similar to riding a horse. Except the horse was a huge ball of fluff, and wasn’t even a horse.

The boy rode the bear until sunset came around, and his energy depleted. Exploring was not an easy task, especially since he hadn’t got the chance to in so long. The bear’s soft fur provided a comforting surface as Wild dozed off.

However, the next day proved to be not as comforting as the last. The hero slowly blinked awake to the sun as it filtered through the mountains. That wasn’t the reason he woke up though, he felt a faint tapping on his shoulder.

“Wild, wake up.” Time’s whispering was softer than the gentle wind, but still enough to wake up the sleeping champion, “We need you to guide us to Hateno. Remember?” Right, the whole save-the-world thing. How could I forget? Wild most certainly did not want to deal with Time right now. He just met the bear, and he’s soft and adorable and-

“Champ, we need you awake.” Time nudged again. Wild wasn’t the guy to have patience. He wasn’t the guy to give patience. Now I know how Sky feels.

“Lay off old man, I’m busy.” Wild grumbled as he nestled into Snoots. In return, the bear gave an approving huff. In the Champion’s defence, he is the hero of the Wild, of course out of all people you’d expect to befriend a bear, it would be him.

Warriors stepped over to Time, and placed a reassuring hand on his shoulder. The hero tried to protest but the captain cut him off, “Just let him, we have time.”

Time groaned and slowly reached out to pet the bear, “You’re lucky he likes you.” The man grumbled, “And you’re lucky I’m a good father figure.”

Snoots just gave a grunt in response and went back to letting the champion snuggle with him. Wild simply gave him a big hug and continued to pet his fur.

“But you are not letting him to camp. Four will freak, he’s already afraid of cats.”

“Come on!”

#Snoots the bear #lu wild #lu time #lu warriors #lu four #four is only briefly mentioned tho #I had so much fun writing this #An angst reprise

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the-moral-of-the-rose · 2 months

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A tribute to the cats of Montgomery's books.

Part 1. Anne Shirley (later: Blythe).

Rusty-the cat (the fighter):

"The animal was well past kitten-hood, lank, thin, disreputable looking. Pieces of both ears were lacking, one eye was temporarily out of repair, and one jowl ludicrously swollen. As for color, if a once black cat had been well and thoroughly singed the result would have resembled the hue of this waif’s thin, draggled, unsightly fur." (Anne of The Island).

"But, like Kipling’s cat, he “walked by himself.” His paw was against every cat, and every cat’s paw against him. One by one he vanquished the aristocratic felines of Spofford Avenue. As for human beings, he loved Anne and Anne alone. Nobody else even dared stroke him. An angry spit and something that sounded much like very improper language greeted any one who did.

“The airs that cat puts on are perfectly intolerable,” declared Stella." (Anne of The Island).

(He does get better looking though! He's said to become "plum and sleek" and his eyes heal!).

A fighter,

Independent,

Daring,

A survivor of an attempt of "chlorophorm murder".

Joseph-the-cat (a big fat softie that could fight if needed):

"Joseph, as the disgusted Stella said, looked like a walking rag-bag. It was impossible to say what his ground color was. His legs were white with black spots on them. His back was gray with a huge patch of yellow on one side and a black patch on the other. His tail was yellow with a gray tip. One ear was black and one yellow. A black patch over one eye gave him a fearfully rakish look. In reality he was meek and inoffensive, of a sociable disposition. In one respect, if in no other, Joseph was like a lily of the field. He toiled not neither did he spin or catch mice. Yet Solomon in all his glory slept not on softer cushions, or feasted more fully on fat things." (Anne of The Island).

"But Joseph rashly sat up and yawned. Rusty, burning to avenge his disgrace, swooped down upon him. Joseph, pacific by nature, could fight upon occasion and fight well. The result was a series of drawn battles. Every day Rusty and Joseph fought at sight. Anne took Rusty’s part and detested Joseph. Stella was in despair. But Aunt Jamesina only laughed." (Anne of The Island).

Joseph-with-a-coat-of-many-colors,

soft bean,

non-offensive,

sweet,

meek and gentle,

could fight if needed.

Sarah-the-cat (dignified queen):

"Sarah-cat gravely sat herself down before the fire and proceeded to wash her face. She was a large, sleek, gray-and-white cat, with an enormous dignity which was not at all impaired by any consciousness of her plebian origin. She had been given to Aunt Jamesina by her washerwoman.

“Her name was Sarah, so my husband always called puss the Sarah-cat,” explained Aunt Jamesina. “She is eight years old, and a remarkable mouser. Don’t worry, Stella. The Sarah-cat never fights and Joseph rarely.” (Anne of The Island).

"Rusty lowered his head, uttered a fearful shriek of hatred and defiance, and launched himself at the Sarah-cat.

The stately animal had stopped washing her face and was looking at him curiously. She met his onslaught with one contemptuous sweep of her capable paw. Rusty went rolling helplessly over on the rug; he picked himself up dazedly. What sort of a cat was this who had boxed his ears? He looked dubiously at the Sarah-cat. Would he or would he not? The Sarah-cat deliberately turned her back on him and resumed her toilet operations. Rusty decided that he would not. He never did. From that time on the Sarah-cat ruled the roost. Rusty never again interfered with her." (Anne of The Island).

Dignified,

Queenly,

Aloof,

A remarkable mouser,

Proud,

Ruler of the Patty's Place.

Such a queen.

Shrimp (best-family-cat):

"He seems to have recovered nicely from it," said Anne, stroking the glossy black-and-white curves of a contented pussy with huge jowls, purring on a chair in the firelight. [...] As for the Shrimp, Gilbert had called him that a year ago when Nan had brought the miserable, scrawny kitten home from the village where some boys had been torturing it, and the name clung, though it was very inappropriate now." (Anne of Ingleside).

Loves people,

good with children,

likes sleeping curled up with a member of his human family,

forgiving,

patient,

a little ray of sunshine.

Pussywillow (a little lady of the night sky):

"The Shrimp basked in the glow and Nan's kitten, Pussywillow, which always suggested some dainty exquisite little lady in black and silver, climbed everybody's legs impartially. "Two cats, and mouse tracks everywhere in the pantry," was Susan's disapproving parenthesis." (Anne of Ingleside).

Pretty,

Black and silver like a night sky,

Purring,

Dainty,

Sweet.

Jack Frost (a girl in hiding):

"Four years previously Rilla Blythe had had a treasured darling of a kitten, white as snow, with a saucy black tip to its tail, which she called Jack Frost. Susan disliked Jack Frost, though she could not or would not give any valid reason therefor.

"Take my word for it, Mrs. Dr. dear," she was wont to say ominously, "that cat will come to no good."

"But why do you think so?" Mrs. Blythe would ask.

"I do not think—I know," was all the answer Susan would vouchsafe.

With the rest of the Ingleside folk Jack Frost was a favourite; he was so very clean and well groomed, and never allowed a spot or stain to be seen on his beautiful white suit; he had endearing ways of purring and snuggling; he was scrupulously honest.

And then a domestic tragedy took place at Ingleside. Jack Frost had kittens!" (Rilla of Ingleside).

White and beautiful,

Clean and well-groomed,

Endearing,

Lovely,

Snuggler and purrer,

Mother of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde,

"Diabolical" cat according to Susan.

Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde (a cat suffering from bipolar disorder):

"In his Dr. Jekyll mood the cat was a drowsy, affectionate, domestic, cushion-loving puss, who liked petting [...] When the Mr. Hyde mood came upon him—which it invariably did before rain, or wind—he was a wild thing with changed eyes. The transformation always came suddenly. He would spring fiercely from a reverie with a savage snarl and bite at any restraining or caressing hand. His fur seemed to grow darker and his eyes gleamed with a diabolical light. There was really an unearthly beauty about him." (Rilla of Ingleside).

Orange and handsome,

Either sweet, purring, soft and cute, either dangerous and scary,

Possesed (?),

Some kind of mental illness (?),

A kitten of Jack Snow,

Called Goldie in his kittenhood,

Renamed by Walter.

Part 2. Emily Starr.

Mike the First (the fluffiest softie) and Saucy Sal (a badass girl):

"Mike had such a cute way of sitting up on his haunches and catching the bits in his paws, and Saucy Sal had her trick of touching Emily’s ankle with an almost human touch when her turn was too long in coming. Emily loved them both, but Mike was her favourite. He was a handsome, dark-grey cat with huge owl-like eyes, and he was so soft and fat and fluffy. Sal was always thin; no amount of feeding put any flesh on her bones. Emily liked her, but never cared to cuddle or stroke her because of her thinness. Yet there was a sort of weird beauty about her that appealed to Emily. She was grey-and-white—very white and very sleek, with a long, pointed face, very long ears and very green eyes. She was a redoubtable fighter, and strange cats were vanquished in one round. The fearless little spitfire would even attack dogs and rout them utterly." (Emily of New Moon).

Mike: soft, cute, fluffy, darling, handsome, purring, fat, cuddly.

Saucy Sal: a badass, fighter, brave, daring, sleek, green-eyed, gorgeous.

Smoke (the Aristo-cat):

"Smoke was a big Maltese and an aristocrat from the tip of his nose to the tip of his tail. There was no doubt whatever that he belonged to the cat caste of Vere de Vere. He had emerald eyes and a coat of plush. The only white thing about him was an adorable dicky." (Emily of New Moon).

Aristocrat,

Dignified,

Member of cat caste of Vere de Vere,

Eyes like jewels,

Dignified,

Beautiful.

Buttercup (a tiny cat-cherub):

"Buttercup was a chubby, yellow, delightful creature hardly out of kittenhood." (Emily of New Moon).

Delightful,

yellow ball of fluff,

cute,

small bean,

adorable.

Mike the Second (a cute furry grey demon of the night):

"Emily’s furry kitten, Mike II, frisked and scampered about like a small, charming demon of the night; the fire glowed with beautiful redness and allure through the gloom; there were nice whispery sounds everywhere. [...] (Emily of New Moon).

A gift from Old Kelly,

Cute, furry,

Charming, plump,

Fluffy,

Rescued by Emily,

A forever kitten,

Gone too soon.

Daffodil - Daff - Daffy (a life-long friend):

“The kitten was a delicate bit of striped greyness that reminded Emily of her dear lost Mikes. And it smelled so nice—of warmth and clean furriness, with whiffs of the clover hay where Saucy Sal had made her mother-nest." (Emily of New Moon).

"Daff," said Emily wearily, "you're the only thing in the world that stays put." (Emily's Quest).

"Don't you wish—or do you!—Daff, that you and I had been born sensible creatures, alive to the superior advantages of Quebec heaters!"(Emily's Quest).

Fluffy,

Grey,

Cute,

Nice,

Adorable,

Emily's friend and companion of her lonely years,

Snored loudly in his sleep during his later years,

Followed Emily everywhere,

My personal favourite.

Part 3. Pat Gardiner

Gentleman Tom (an immortal cat):

"Gentleman Tom sat beside Pat, on the one step from the landing into Judy's room, blinking at her with insolent green eyes, whose very expression would have sent Judy to the stake a few hundred years ago. A big, lanky cat who always looked as if he had a great many secret troubles; continually thin in spite of Judy's partial coddling; a black cat . . . "the blackest black cat I iver did be seeing." For a time he had been nameless. Judy held it wasn't lucky to name a baste that had just "come." Who knew what might be offended? So the black grimalkin was called Judy's Cat, with a capital, until one day Sid referred to it as "Gentleman Tom," and Gentleman Tom he was from that time forth, even Judy surrendering. Pat was fond of all cats, but her fondness for Gentleman Tom was tempered with awe." (Pat of Silver Bush).

Ageless,

Troubled,

Mysterious,

Fascinating,

Full of personality.

Bold-and-Bad (a mad-cat ball of energy):

'"Bold-and-Bad", the kitten of the summer, came flying across the yard to her. Pat picked him up and squeezed some purrs out of him. No matter what dreadful things happened at least there were still cats in the world."

"Even Bold-and-Bad, whom ordinarily nothing could subdue, crouched with an apologetic air under the stove."

"Sure and I will, Patsy darlint. Ye nadn't be fretting over Bold-and-Bad. He's living up to his name ivery minute of the day, slaping on the Poet's bed and getting rolled up in me shate of fly-paper. Sure and ye niver saw a madder cat." (Pat of Silver Bush).

Full of energy,

Mischievious,

Living up to his name,

Bold,

Bad-but-adorable,

Brave,

Unstoppable,

Always young.

Part 4. Valancy Stirling:

Banjo (a devilish philosopher):

"Banjo is a big, enchanting, grey devil-cat. Striped, of course. I don’t care a hang for any cat that hasn’t stripes. I never knew a cat who could swear as genteelly and effectively as Banjo. His only fault is that he snores horribly when he is asleep." (The Blue Castle).

Grey devil cat,

has his own chair,

rules his kingdom of Barney's hut,

a graceful swearer,

dignified,

Good Luck (a wistful philosopher):

"Luck is a dainty little cat. Always looking wistfully at you, as if he wanted to tell you something. Maybe he will pull it off sometime. Once in a thousand years, you know, one cat is allowed to speak. My cats are philosophers—neither of them ever cries over spilt milk." (The Blue Castle).

Dainty,

Wistfull,

Charming,

Enchanting,

Clever,

Interesting.

Part 5. Jane Stuart

Two Peters (little cuties):

"The Snowbeams told Jane their cat had kittens and she could have one. Jane went down to choose. There were four and the poor lean old mother cat was so proud and happy. Jane picked a black one with a pansy face—a really pansy face, so dark and velvety, with round golden eyes. She named it Peter on the spot. Then the Jimmy Johns, not to be outdone, brought over a kitten also. But this kitten was already named Peter and the Ella twin wept frantically over the idea of anybody changing it. So dad suggested calling them First Peter and Second Peter—which Mrs Snowbeam thought was sacrilegious. Second Peter was a dainty thing in black and silver, with a soft white breast. Both Peters slept at the foot of Jane's bed and swarmed over dad the minute he sat down."

"First Peter was sitting on the doorstone when Jane came downstairs, with a big mouse in his mouth, very proud of his prowess as a hunter." (Jane of Lantern Hill).

Cute,

Soft,

Adorable,

Lil hunters.

Silver Penny (small but mighty):

"Ding-dong had brought her a kitten to replace Second Peter...a scrap about as big as its mother's paw but which was destined to be a magnificent cat in black with four white paws. Jane and dad tried out all kinds of names on it before they went to bed and finally agreed on Silver Penny because of the round white spot between its ears." (Jane of Lantern Hill).

Beautiful,

Magnificent,

Adorable.

Part 6. Marigold Lesley

Lucifer and Witch of Endor (a devilish married couple):

"Of course the cats were present at the festivity also. Lucifer and the Witch of Endor. Both of black velvet with great round eyes. Cloud of Spruce was noted for its breed of black cats with topaz-hued eyes. Its kittens were not scattered broadcast but given away with due discrimination. Lucifer was Old Grandmother's favourite. A remote, subtle cat. An inscrutable cat so full of mystery that it fairly oozed out of him. The Witch of Endor became her name but compared to Lucifer she was commonplace." (Magic for Marigold).

Gorgeous,

Soulful,

Fascinating,

Witchy,

Subtle,

Almost human-like,

Clever.

Part 7. Kilmeny of The Orchard.

Timothy-The-Cat (Sir Timothy - the real head of the family):

"They have no living children, but Old Bob has a black cat which is his especial pride and darling. The name of this animal is Timothy and as such he must always be called and referred to. Never, as you value Robert’s good opinion, let him hear you speaking of his pet as ‘the cat,’ or even as ‘Tim.’ You will never be forgiven and he will not consider you a fit person to have charge of the school."

"The other end of the bench was occupied by Timothy, sleek and complacent, with a snowy breast and white paws. After old Robert had taken a mouthful of anything he gave a piece to Timothy, who ate it daintily and purred resonant gratitude." (Kilmeny of The Orchard).

Dignified,

With Royal airs,

Sleek,

Black,

Stunning,

A family member,

A family pride and joy.

I love how every cat has its own little personality!

#lm montgomery #anne of green gables #emily of new moon #the blue castle #blue castle book club #pat of silver bush #magic for marigold #jane of lantern hill #lantern hill book club #kilmeny of the orchard #cats

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milks-thoughts · 1 year

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absolutely loving the stim ones! would it be a bit odd to ask for maybe a donnie and mikey (separately) as well? we’re so sorry, we’re a huge sucker for the boys ;-;

KEEP SENDING THESE REQUESTS I LOVE THEM LIKE AUQHSJWSJSHNW (realizing my Donnie seems OOC because I love soft Donnie and I mean did you see the way he treated Atomic Lass he would absolutely be a softy)

I’ll be meshing Donnie and Mikey together for this one, I also have another fluffy hc coming with April included!

TW: none! just more food for your souls

Donnie

⚛︎ my man’s absolutely loves it

⚛︎ Donnie will never admit it but it’s what he looks forward too, cause like, you just get so excited

⚛︎ it’s cute can you blame him?

⚛︎ and his churring? it makes him think of like when a cat purrs, just all the endorphins. after a long day of building it’s just what he needs

Being a person was hard, no one seemed to talk about it enough. Once you made it to the base you sorta just flopped on Donnie’s bed, he turned and looked at you “ my sweet what’s the problem? “ you smiled at him and made grabby hands. He, in the two years you’ve been dating has learned to love your gentle touches. Collapsing into you Donnie smiled, petting your hair “ what’s wrong? “ he asked again, you looked at him with sad eyes “ Life’s hard “ was all you muttered out. Donnie hated seeing you sad, because you looked like a kicked puppy. So he did the one thing that always seemed to cheer you up, he started churring. Your eyes blinked and you hands started tapping the bed a bit before you started replaying his churrs, he smiled fondly at you and continued messing with your hair. Donnies inventions can wait a little while.

Mikey

☼ fucking ADORES you and your stims

☼ even if they weren’t about him, he just loves listening to them

☼ loves when you mimic his churrs.

☼ it’s super relaxing, now he knows why you like his churring so much

Mikey had decided to take you spray painting with him, it was in the sewers but you enjoyed the time spent with him. Watching Mikey paint the wall in vibrant colors, his green hand cupping you face as he stared at his work. You tapped your hands and started to stim, suppressing your vocal stims. You didn’t want to draw attention to yourselves incase people were doing work. Mikey’s hand eventually left your face as he started painting, pouting you got distracted and let go of the reigns in your mind the next thing you know you were blabbing Mikey’s name like a dunce. He turned and smiled at you “ mhm? “ was all you mustered out on your wash of embarrassment, he showed a toothy smile “ I just really like your stims! “ you were glad you didn’t reply in fear he’d go Dr. Feelings on you. He tilted his head “ is something wrong? “ you simply shook your head “ No, nothing dearest. You’re painting is really nice “ He gave you a toothy smile and continued. Mikey was really sweet to you, and sometimes you wondered what did you do to score him?

#rottmnt #rottmnt x reader #rottmnt x you #rottmnt mikey #rottmnt donnie #this was really fun to write!#I love Mikey fr fr #he’s so fun to write

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manicplank · 3 months

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how would they react to a cat purring against them? :3

Kitty purrs!

Peppino: Oh... Oh my god... How precious! There are tears in his eyes. A soft, gentle cat is on his lap purring. What a pure, amazing feeling. A huge smile grows on his face. Gustavo! Get the camera!

Gustavo: Ohhhh, my gosh, ooooh, how cute. He's going to go into cardiac arrest. Oh, how he loves cats. What a happy little kitty. He pets it on the head and gives it a little smooch. Uh oh... Brick saw, and he's incredibly jealous. It's okay, Brick! There's plenty of Gustavo love to go around.

Mr. Stick: Aaaaaaaaaaa! He loves cats so much. The little purrs are so cleansing for his soul. How sweet is it? Such an innocent little creature. So warm and so soft. You stay there, little kitty, he won't wake you up.

Pepperman: Why... Why is it growling at him? He's a little scared. Is it gonna bite him? Purring? What's "purring"? Oh... Oh my god... How CUTE! What a wonderful way to express joy. He's going to try and paint the cat.

The Vigilante: "Awww, kitty! Who's a nice kitty? You's a nice kitty!" He rubs it's cheeks and baby talks gibberish to it. It starts to lick him a little. He'll allow it, but only for a little bit.

The Noise: He has the biggest smile on his face. A kitty is laying in his lap and purring. Oooooh, it's so adorable! He pets it, and it purrs even louder. Happy cat, happy rat.

Noisette: "Oh my gosh, a kitten! Awww, kitty purr purr!" She loves it! She wants a cat soooo bad! She savors every bit of this moment and pets it.

Fake Peppino: Omg! Is purr purr! He can purr purr, too! They purr together as he snuggles up to it. They end up taking a long, comfortable nap.

Pizzahead: Kitty!!!! How cute!! It's purring!! Do you wanna lick him cause he tastes like cheese? Go for it! He giggles as the tongue tickles his arm. Okay, that's enough. They then cuddle up. He pretends he's a super villain with a cat.

Pillar John: Oh... Ooh... There's a tear in his eye as he smiles brightly. What a cute little thing. It's purring, and he hasn't even pet it yet! How sweet. What a soul healing experience. He loves this little cat.

Gerome: Wow... He loves this cat. It's so nice to pet such a soft and gentle thing in this tower of hideous horrors. Maybe life isn't so bad. Where's John? He would LOVE this. Well, after Gerome is finished snuggling the kitten.

#pizza tower #noise #the noise #headcanon #pizzahead #noisette #peppino #peppino spaghetti #fake peppino #pepperman #the vigilante #mr. stick #pillar john #pizza tower gerome #pizza tower gustavo

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audre-falrose · 8 months

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Hcs for Signalis? Oh, and thoughts too, maybe if you don't particularly have any hcs.

I see thoughts are being had about Falke but honestly y.yeah.

Oh, please do take this as an opportunity to gush about whatever, scenarios, anything

I got you boo~

KLBR 😈

-Call any of them short and they *will* gang up on you

-huge sweet tooth

-gremlin energy (pranksters)

-occasionally "accidentally" broadcast their thoughts to any replika around them, has gotten many of them in trouble with ADLR and FLKR

-dislike most STCR units for their height advantage and the bullying

ADLR 🖊

-if a FLKR body pillow existed in universe, he would own at least one

-the only straight one (ew-)

-wet cat energy

-always tired

-gets FLKR way too much coffee even if he thinks it's overkill

-cannot physically tell FLKR no (simp)

ARAR 🔧

-love to eavesdrop, especially in the STAR/STCR dorms

-chatty and love to gossip

-one ARAR overheard ADLR swear and now the entire facility knows except for him

-loves poping down from the ceiling to scare other replika units

-ARAR dorm is more like a greenhouse than a dorm due to their live for plants

EULR 🎶

-BALLET DANCERS?! YES PLZ!! (Also musicians)

-theater kids

-sweet yet occasionally catty if angered

-also kinda ditzy? Depends on the day and specific unit

-love to hit on other units, especially STAR units while they're on duty

-holds facility wide dance parties (with permission, ADLR was pissed with their first attempt)

-literally perfect hair, always smooth and silky

STAR 🌟

-stoic and sometimes irritable but not STCR levels of pissy

-strategy nerds, love reading pre war military strategy books

-STARs always protect each other, no matter the situation

-protective of the weaker units, especially EULR and KLBR units (big sister vibes)

-lowkey hate/don't get along with STCR units

STCR 🔫

-perma grumpy, DO NOT PISS OFF THEY *WILL* BEAT YOU HALF TO DEATH

-dislike ADLR but are forced to follow his orders

-not good with jokes/pranks

-gun nuts

-also military strategy nerds, but they prefer post war

-smell oddly nice?? Mostly lavender or other flowery scents from their body wash

-like to bully KLBR units

LSTR 🌙

-fairly quiet, calm personality, moon

-great listener, even better with keeping secrets

-smooth voice, one could listen to an LSTR read the dictionary and they'd fall asleep rather quickly

-good with tools and small mechanical projects

-loner type, longing for friends

-socially awkward

-will warm up after at least a few weeks of interaction

MNHR 🧸

-golden retriever Gundam

-gentle giants

-8ft tall children with plasma rifles (they don't like hurting things)

-love *anything* soft; stuffed animals, pillows, blankets, you can bet your sweet ass they'll love it

-can't actually read (some have at least a 2nd grade level, but it's not the norm)

-also can't write well due to their hands being so large

-sometimes forget their own strength

-love giving KLBR units rides on their shoulders

-would dive into a bottomless pit to save a puppy

-armor has so many scratches and typically covered in dirt/dust

-they're all sisters, change my mind

FLKR ☕️

-coffee queen, overachiever, overthinker

-Insecure but hides it *extremely* well

-can "link up" with and KLBR unit through bioresonance from anywhere in the facility

-usually the one to call a KLBR out when they broadcast their less desirable thoughts

-can also see directly in their minds, it's not always pretty...

-has caught ADLR doing "odd" things with her items on several occasions

-has seen things only demons could conjure (corrupt units are hell to look into the mind of)

-prolonged use of bioresonance causes stress to the mind of a FLKR unit, but all FLKR units are trained to conceal such pain from all other units and officers to "maintain order"

#signalis #LSTR #KLBR #MNHR #ADLR #FLKR #STAR #STCR #EULR #ARAR #i think i got everyone?

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Big is very loving and gentle when he and Eggman fuck. Eggman undresses and almost looks a little shy and nervous in a way Big has never seen from the big loud confident man. So he holds him gently, cuddles him and rubs his back, shoulders, and tummy to relax his muscles and relieve him of tension, nuzzles into him and grooms him by licking him, quite like he's another big cat like him. They do both have whiskers and he does have "fur" on his body too- not anywhere near as much as him but quite fluffy and thick!

It's a surprisingly sweet and tender experience, rare for Eggman's encounters. He feels so loved to be handled with such care by another big strong man. He giggles and blushes and is almost a little lovestruck which is also a very rare feeling for him. He's weak in the knees and falls against and sinks into Big's massive belly that feels so invitingly soft. He has to give him vocal permission to grope and fondle him because he won't do it without him asking when it gets this serious. He says "You can touch them now, you know."

Big enjoys grabbing Eggman's tits and squishing them together and he finds his fascination with them amusing but it feels really good, so he sighs in delight too. He moans when Big gropes his ass in nice large handfuls with his big hands, and his cock twitches very eagerly when he takes hold of it and begins to stroke it, soon he's very hard and precum is trickling out. He's so excited and it's clear that he really wants this. He lets Big push him down onto the bed and climb over him and he's pinned by the weight of his big belly, so cozy and squishy.

He gets a bit nervous again and gulps when he feels Big's huge tip pressed to his hole but he's a sweetheart, he makes sure he's comfortable and calm and lets him know he's safe and he'll be careful with him. He stretches his hole with his thumb and then starts to push the tip inside very slowly. With the tons of lube, they're set to achieve the almost impossible of getting it inside him despite how huge he is. Eggman is already biting his lip at how much his hole is stretched just to push the tip inside and his hole grips it tightly already.

Eggman told Big to get as much of it inside him as he could, so Big keeps going. Before there's even half of his length inside him, Eggman feels so stuffed full. He's alarmed when he realizes there's still more as Big just continues pushing even more. He's already squeezing his eyes shut, gritting his teeth, and clawing at the sheets just from allowing his hole to be forced as wide as it can stretch and fit as much as it can. The pressure on his prostate is a lot already once he gets it all in. Then he truly realizes what he's getting onto.

Tears prick at his eyes as his hole is stretched so wide. He tried to practice and prepare the best he could but nothing could've truly prepared him for his size, it's definitely the biggest he's taken in length and girth combined. He's whining and whimpering at first as Big moves in and out, he accidentally lets it slip "It's too big... Ohh it's too much!" Big is considerate and asks if he should stop but Eggman is determined and says he should keep going. Because the truth is, the struggle just arouses him even more.

So Big comforts him by wrapping his arms around and holding him closer as he continues with slow gentle thrusts. It's so long and thick, Eggman can feel every inch throbbing hotly inside him and he's so full he can feel it in his stomach. He gasps every time it hits his prostate. He feels so nice and tight around Big's cock, he likes feeling Eggman's huge fat butt cheeks squishing against him every time he pushes in. They really enjoy cuddling and fucking, Eggman sighs and giggles from the pleasure and Big is glad he can make him happy.

Eggman tells him to go just a little faster when he feels ready and Big obliges. Even though he's still not going that fast, it sure feels like a lot with just how huge he is, it's so much for Eggman to take, especially with the increase of speed and impact of his thrusts. He moans louder and gasps every time it hits, a big smile on his face from the total bliss. His head is spinning and there's butterflies in his stomach, the pleasure is so intense. Big pumps him full of a huge load of cum and he loves being filled up so much, it soon makes him cum too.

The next morning he's like "I can't believe I just let that silly big purple cat fuck me..." And not just that but it felt great and he made him feel all warm and fuzzy in a way he usually never feels! He isn't sure how to handle these feelings so he doesn't lol, he just decides he's not going to dwell on it. Big is a lot more chill about it than Eggman and his calm presence puts him at ease. He lets himself enjoy the cuddle that Big gives him and tells himself he's just going to pretend it didn't happen after this. He asks Big not to tell anyone and he respects that.

But he liked it so much that it doesn't take long until he realizes that's not going to happen, he can't have it be just a one time thing when it felt that good, he can't deny himself such pleasure. They meet up again and agree that they don't have to do anything together but while they're spooning, he soon gets horny again thinking about their fun cuddly sex the last time and he needs to feel it again. This time, he stays lay there in their cuddle position on his side and lets Big slide it in just like that. He groans as he's plugged up by his cock so deep this way.

Every deep stroke is the feeling of pure ecstacy and makes him sigh in total bliss. He enjoys pushing back into him some more to make him sink his cock in even deeper. He cums so hard he shoots ropes far across the sheets and it feels good when Big explodes inside him. He snuggles up to him after and he nuzzles into his soft fluffy fur of his chest. He's still a little embarrassed about what he's feeling with a blush in his cheeks that he hides by burning his face into his fur but he knows he couldn't deny himself of what he wanted to badly.

He realizes he could get used to having this big kitty as his cute boytoy. Big tells him that he likes being his friend and playing together like this, so he's clearly open to the idea of it continuing too. And so they do meet up a few more times after. Sometimes after a bad or long hard day, Eggman wants to meet up with him again for a cuddle to help him feel better but he always ends up letting him inside him again. He feels so much relief from all the stress when he can just switch his mind off for a while and enjoy the feeling a huge thick cock pumping inside him.

He's been enjoying the softer gentler sex with Big, it's a nice change from how he often likes it rough. But after getting better at to taking his cock over time, he's eventually ready for it to fuck him harder like he always loves too. He's been tempted but it took a while to gather the courage take on the challenge. But he knows how badly he's been wanting it all along, he has to give it a try. Big notices that his demeanor is different as he almost seems a little shy again but is still very forward with it, as he's sat on the bed presenting his ass to him.

He tells Big he wants him to go harder and faster this time and to not be afraid to be a little rough with him. Big is quite surprised by this request because he always expected that slow and gentle was a must and likes it that way, he doesn't want to hurt his friend. But Eggman tries to show total confidence despite his heavy blush. He wiggles his butt to tempt him and pleads him to just give it a try, saying they'll both really enjoy it. It will be fun just like play fighting, he doesn't have to be mean and hurt him and they can still be careful.

Big approaches the bed and puts his hands on his butt, gives it a squeeze, and spreads his cheeks apart. Eggman is almost trembling with excitement but tries not to show it because he doesn't want it to be mistaken for fear, though he is nervous too. They lube up a ton and Big rubs his cock between his ass cheeks to get him warmed up. Eggman says he can't wait for it to pound him so hard and fast and pleads him. He always moans immediately upon insertion because it's so huge, he's so addicted that feeling now. But it's about to get even better!

Big goes the fastest he's ever gone. Pounding into him, slamming into his prostate over and over. Eggman moans and writhes and his mind goes blank, all he can do is moan and giggle in delight. He's so stretched out by his immense girth and so stuffed full so deep with a bulge in his stomach. His cock has never been so stiff and dribbled so much precum while being fucked in the ass before. Big knows he likes it because it happens when he makes him feel very good and happy so it makes him feel okay to continue drilling into him.

Big likes the feeling of the man's huge plump ass plapping against him so he grabs Eggman's legs to pull him even closer and to pound it harder and deeper and loves how much louder it gets. He moans and whimpers as he slams into him and hits the spot so good. Big asks him if he's okay and he doesn't just assure him but also begs him not to stop like "Yes yes, please don't stop!" because it feels so amazing. Having a huge heavy strong man on top of him, forcing a huge thick cock as deep as it can go inside him is the truest form of bliss for him.

His tongue hangs out his mouth as he pants and he backs it up to him. He feels like a whore in heat when completely and utterly dominated by him. Before it just felt like two friends playing around but now he's given all the power to him, let him own his ass and use him as he pleases. "Oh I love taking your huge cock, I'm all yours! Please fill me up with your cum!" He cries. Thinking about how it should be humiliating and guilty he should feel to allow himself to be so vulnerable just turns him on with how scandalous and naughty it is.

The passionate loving thrusts of Big's huge thick cock pumping in and out, so deep and hard makes it so worth it. "I dare you to go even faster when you feel you're about to cum!" He blurts out, not even thinking about whether he's going to be able to handle that but he still keeps bouncing his ass on his cock harder to help finally push him to the edge, he's tempting it, he's pleading for it by trying to make it happen faster so eagerly, he can't resist, he wants it so bad. There's only so much more both of them can take until one of them blows.

Big does as he was told and when he feels it, he jerks his hips hard and fast as he can, despite his heavy breaths from the powerful exertion, putting his whole last burst of energy into it. Slamming into his prostate so hard that Eggman feels immense mind breaking pleasure all throughout his body and screams out his name in total ecstasy, the pleasure is so intense that it stuns him. When Big finally cums deep inside him, pumping him full of burst after burst of cum, Eggman groans deeply and cums so hard to his ass being overstretched and overfilled.

This is how Orbot and Cubot finally find out about them being a thing for sure, they've overheard him getting up to all kinds of dirty stuff in their time and they did slightly suspect that something was up between them with the frequent odd visits from Big but the last name they ever expected to hear him call out in the bedroom was his! Eggman was just so caught up in the heat of the passion that he didn't think about whether they could hear him and how they know just exactly what he's been letting this giant purple cat do to him all this time.

He also just seems to have forgotten about the possibility of them being around altogether because they clearly weren't exactly trying to be secretive about it when Big is leaving his bedroom and Eggman in nothing but a fresh pair of briefs giggles and grabs and kisses him sloppily in the hallway to say goodbye. But then when Big moves his big body out of the way and he sees Orbot and Cubot glaring, his eyes widen, face turns bright red, and he slams the bedroom door shut to bury himself in the pillows in embarrassment lol

#bigegg #ns4w #imagines #modern

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madamebaggio · 8 months

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Notes: It has definitely being a while here...

(Previously)

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Chapter 3

Gawain watched the whole thing with a sort of morbid fascination.

Lancelot was a huge prick, so it wasn’t that shocking that he’d bring three strange women to the table, even though he was already in a relationship.

It was interesting that Dagonet had been the one to show interest in anyone. It was unheard of. The big man was extremely quiet and private, and Gawain himself had never -ever- seen him with a woman.

Not that he felt like he was about to see it now, because Dagonet lacked game. Seriously. The poor guy was acting as he usually did -taciturn and quiet -which wasn’t helpful when there was interest in a lady.

Gawain couldn’t quite gauge if the woman herself had any interest. She was talking to Gin about rugby -which they’d both played at some point- but she wasn’t paying particular attention to Dagonet. At the same time, Gawain didn’t think she was deliberately ignoring him.

It mostly looked like she hadn’t noticed his interest.

But her friend had.

The one with cat-like eyes -and smirk -was obviously keeping an eye on the situation.

Now that one… Yeah, she was something else.

Brienne was clearly quiet -and perhaps a bit shy -and Sansa was a sweetheart. She had a great smile and everything. But this Margaery… Yeah, she was in a league of her own.

You know, and hot as fuck. Gawain figured she was the type to get whatever she wanted with a well placed smile and a softly spoken word.

And apparently she wanted to get her friend laid, which would get his friend laid, so he wasn’t particularly opposed to whatever she had in mind.

He just liked participating.

“So…” He got a bit closer, so he could speak mostly to her. “What are my friend’s chances here? Realistically speaking?”

She gave him a careful look, her pretty blue eyes taking him in. “If he doesn’t open his mouth? Pretty slim.”

Gawain snorted. “Trust me, love. I’ve never seen him even look at someone how he looks at her, but asking him to talk might be a bit much.”

She arched an eyebrow at him. “Love?”

“Only if you play nice.” He winked at her.

That little smirk of hers got bigger. “Tell me about Prince Charming.”

Gawain frowned. “The one who kissed Snow White?”

“No. Your cute friend with the curls who’s looking at Sansa.”

“Galahad? Prince Charming?”

“He does have that look about him.” She pointed out.

He supposed so… If Gawain was the type of comparing his friends with princes and shit. “He’s all nice.” He told Margaery. “The type you take home to meet your parents.”

“How fortuitous.” She drawled. “Sansa is the kind of gal that likes that type of boy.”

“Should I give him a nudge?” Gawain offered.

She seemed to consider this quite seriously. “It might be a good thing if you do. He looks quite sweet, but also…”

“Slow?”

“I was going to say shy.”

He snorted and took a sip from his beer. “Sure you were, love.”

“Not sure I like this ‘love’ thing.”

He eyed her carefully. Gawain would never press his attention on an uninterested lady. But Margaery wasn’t uninterested; she was having fun. He could see the mischievous glint in her eyes.

He leaned in closer once again. “You do.”

She chuckled. “At least someone here is sure of themselves.”

Gawain shrugged. “I’ve never been much for beating around the bush. You look good, I look good, the beer is good…”

That made her laugh for real. “Oh, I like you.”

“I knew you had good taste.”

***

“I think your friend and Gawain hit it off.” Gin whispered to Brienne.

Brienne looked at the pair in question, and -sure enough -Gawain seemed to be charming Margaery.

It was always a bit tricky with the other woman, and hard to say if she was playing a man or not, but Brienne believed her smile was real. Maybe she was having fun here.

“And I think Galahad has a crush on Sansa.” Gin pointed at the curly haired man who was finally talking to Sansa, his smile gentle and sweet.

“He looks nice.” Brienne said carefully.

“He is.” Gin assured her. “How about you?”

“Me?” Brienne frowned.

“Yes. How about…” She seemed to rethink what she was about to ask, and change directions. “Is there anyone you’re interested in?”

“Oh, no.” Brienne was quick to deny. “I’m normally just a wingwoman. Sansa and Margaery get all the attention.”

“Well, I didn’t ask about them.” Gin said carefully. “I’m asking you. If there’s someone who caught your eye.”

“I don’t normally…” Brienne cleared her throat. “Men are usually intimidated by my height. So I’ve stopped paying attention.”

“If they’re intimidated, then they aren’t real men, love.” Gin said decisively, putting her pint down. “Dagonet!” She called.

Brienne felt herself blushing. Why was she calling him over?

“Yes?” He asked, approaching them.

“Is Brienne too tall?”

He frowned, as if the question didn’t make any sense. “No.”

“Is it intimidating?” Gin pressed.

“Why would it be?” He asked, confused.

“Isn’t she absolutely lovely?”

“Gin…”

“Obviously.” He said, no hesitation whatsoever.

Well… Now that made Brienne blush.

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icerosesummerbracket · 1 year

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Types of gamers I hc these fools to be (note: this only inclues characters I can remember off the top of my head) (modern au obvs)

Rose- Rose plays games like a crazy person. A speedrunner to her core. She even speedruns games like stardew valley. Her favorite game is probably Ultrakill. Has a streaming channel where she doesnt talk just decimates with ruthless efficiency the whole game while chat gapes silently in awe. Breaks almost every speedrunning reccord she can. Mostly plays horror or fighting games. Gets every achievement.

Belladonna: Belladonna plays games where she can hit things with hammers or solve puzzles. Plays shit like hotline Miami or portal 2. Terrible at multiplayer fighting games. Streamed ddlc once and got the shit scared out of her. Mostly action games and rune factory.

Lily: Chill minecraft streamer. Sometimes does art for a stream, or animal crossing. Sometimes she and Rose will collab on an animal crossing stream and Lily will get increasingly distressed (affectionate) by Rose's un-chill gameplay style. Harvest moon.

Kivan: Lily's co-streamer. Mostly does animal crossing, and also does art streams. Multiplayer stresses him out, but he still mains Bridget in guilty gear. He thinks hes really bad at fighting games. He is not. Plays games like ddlc and such in his free time. Stardew valley.

Madam Spiceberry: Streams cute and nice games. Most people stay for her charming voice and kind words. Mostly minecraft as well. Plays games like Rune Factory (specifically 4) and Harvest Moon, mostly. Bad at fighting games.

Opal: Bad at fighting games bc they get bored of it. Very good at fishing games though, for some reason? They love the game Dredge so much. A huge fan of "chill" horror games. Loves open world games and platformers like Slime Rancher.

Carter: A sweet and kind streamer with a gentle voice & comforting voice who exclusively fighting and horror games. Will be gently talking about her day while running from a murderous rabbit in game. Does a lot of sweet little cooking streams too. Also playing Dredge.

Isbeth- Doesnt know what a computer is

Radiance- Streams completely random games at random times. Her subscribers are deeply confused by her. Gets every achievemen.

The Chronicler: Gets EVERY achievement and skin and collectable and etc. EVERY SINGLE ONE. Loves playing games like Slime Rancher. Is secretly running an arg in the background. Also has a book restoration channel.

OH AND LUX- The type of streamer to own cat ear headphones idk. Also a minecraft streamer. Plays a lot of "meme" horror games. Him and Rose stream together sometimes and its hilarious because its all him talking and her completely carrying him through the game

sorry you said belladonna plays rune factory and i blacked out and hit post-

#asks #in character #ice rose summer #unreality #RUNE FACTORY IS LIKE A BIIIIG BIG SPECIAL INTEREST TO ME #will probably reblog this in a second with actual commentary but that was my first thought.

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the-martyrfication-of-the-matron · 1 year

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What are your Aarily hc i want to hear them bc i have some of my own!!

I take so long doing these because I have ideas they just evade me whenever I try to put them into words

Aaron is almost two feet taller than Lily (7’10 and 6’1) but is fully aware that she could, and is willing to tackle him. So he’s got to be a little cautious.

Lily is a dog person, Aaron’s a cat person. They compromised on two cats and a werewolf son.

Aaron likes to buy Lily nice things if he ever has extra money to spend the day before he gets paid.

They met because they were both asked to join the same band by a mutual friend. (Aaron was on Drums, Lily was on guitar)

Lily tries to teach Aaron guitar but the strings are too finicky for his fingers. On the other hand, Lily is pretty decent at the drums thanks to Aaron’s mentoring. She goes a little too ham on them sometimes though.

Obviously, they have a child together (Jacob). Since they’re adults and settled down, they do discuss having more kids, but since they can’t decide, they’ve decided they’re probably not ready even if they did want more. They’re good with just one for now.

Lily was the first person Aaron ever trusted with the knowledge of his curse. And she loved him no differently after knowing about it. She did respect him a little more, though, for putting up with it.

Aaron, pre-blinded era, loved to draw Lily. She’d just be sat in one of his shirts and some pyjama shorts, watching Tv, and he would have to whip out his sketchbook and just draw her. She has loads of his drawings of her pinned up on her side of the room.

They’re horror movie nuts.

Lily has to hold Aaron’s hand whilst they walk around shops because he will get lost otherwise.

Lily calls Aaron Princess unironically and he actually loves it (he’s been treated as dangerous his entire life, having his girlfriend call him something sweet and gentle just means a lot to him)

The only bandaids they have are the gimmicky kids ones because they have a child who only likes them when they have dinosaurs or sharks on them.

They’re the looks mean, is sweet & looks sweet, is actually mean couple.

Aaron likes taking baths with Lily because water is a comfort place for him and Lily is his comfort person. Lily however just finds it very crowded and cramped sharing a tub with a very large man (not that she says this to him)

Aaron puts some of Lily’s perfume on when going outside alone because he likes the smell of her a lot. And also because it makes women less inclined to hit on him when he smells like he has a girlfriend.

It’s a two man job to get Jacob ready for school. Usually aaron roughhousing clothes onto him whilst Lily frantically packs his school bag because she accidentally slept in, but it can vary.

They have a strand of eachother’s hair braided into their own. A little FalconClaw tradition. They will also have braids of Jacob’s hair when his gets long enough.

They’ll get married eventually, but they’re not in much of a hurry. When they do get married, they’ll either privately elope or have a huge wedding, they can’t decide, but they know it’s nothing inbetween.

Halloween is their favourite holidays.

They dated in highschool, and were the gross PDA couple that always had their tongues down eachother’s throats, broke up for college, dated other people for a while, then just ended up back together when they next lived in the same city. They’re dating as of MyS s1 time.

Lily had a phase of making little bead bracelets and Aaron continues to wear every single one she made him.

Lily loves Aaron’s tattoos so much. They’re just so pretty to her, and she will sometimes just roll him onto his stomach and pull up his shirt whilst he sleeps so she can look at the tattoos on his back (they’re her favourite)

Aaron first took Lily on a date to the aquarium (it was more for him than her, he loves fish), and ever since they try to squeeze in an aquarium date for their anniversary every year. Because he loves fish and she loved their first date.

Lily can do magicks, and uses it to give Aaron pins and needles because she knows he hates the feeling of it. And what’s love if not friendly competition and a little joke pulling?

Lily likes wearing Aaron’s socks when she’s cold because of how much of her shins they cover.

#I always have really mundane HCs for ships I’m so sorry #aphmau #aphverse #rewrite #aphblr #mystreet #aaron lycan #Lily pdh #aarily

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weirdlittlecorner · 2 years

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Happy Birthday Baby

Plot: It’s your birthday! You didn’t think the boys would forget, did you?

Featuring: Paul, Gene, Ace, Peter, Tommy, and Eric S.

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Paul

⭐️ Paul being the sweet man he is would wake you up with breakfast in bed. French toast, eggs your favorite way, perfect coffee- you name it

⭐️ Greets you with a gentle “good morning, sweetheart” and a peck on the nose as he rouses you to take your breakfast

⭐️ Leaves you to soak in the quiet for as long as you’d like knowing that you’re in for a busy day

⭐️ Insists that you get out of the house as soon as possible. Get a mani pedi, go shopping, anything you like for your special day. You deserve it

⭐️ Little did you know he bribed your friends to keep you occupied and away until that evening

⭐️ When your friends finally give in and bring you home, you walk into a huge surprise party with all of your family and friends present. Paul cooked a special meal and bought a cake, and all is well

Ace

🪐 “Anything special planned for my birthday?”

🪐 “Was that today?”

🪐 You blinked as he burst into his unique fit of laughter. Of course he wouldn’t forget, silly. You were just so cute and fun to mess with

🪐 In actuality Ace had planned a romantic drive around town followed by a moonlit picnic for the two of you complete with stargazing

🪐 He’s not the best cook, but it’s the thought that counts, or something like that anyway. He made (or bought) all your favorites

🪐 When he’s not messing around, he’s actually pretty romantic and will gladly hold a deep conversation with you… for as long as he can manage

🪐 “Hey! Did I ever tell you about that time I got abducted by aliens?” he laughed

🪐 You shook your head. Oh, sweet, precious Ace

Gene

😈 Over the top is an understatement with this one

😈 Gene’s known as the businessman behind KISS for a reason. Of course he’s going to enjoy the perks of the b(r)ands success

😈 Which is fair, but the private yacht was just over the top in your humble opinion. Still, here you were on a yacht in the middle of the lake

😈 This demon spared no expense in giving you what he considered to be a perfect birthday. Who doesn’t want to eat dinner and spend the night on a giant luxury boat with the person they love?

😈 You’ll spend the whole evening talking, soaking in the hot tub, watching the sunset and doing whatever the hell else you want… because you can

😈 If you’re lucky, you might be able to convince him to give you an exclusive performance of “My Uncle Is a Raft”

😈 Overall, 10/10. Being spoiled on your birthday is the best

Peter

🐱 Two words: simple and quiet.

🐱 Peter’s just never been a big fan of the grandiosity of rock and roll and you love him for it

🐱 A nice dinner at your favorite and a movie at the drive in, complete with a lovely gift that you’ve been wanting for ages is how Peter shows his love for you on your special day

🐱 At home, you’re surprised with your favorite drink and snack as you settle in to listen to his vast record collection

🐱 Peter’s definitely inclined to touch, am I right? Of course I am. Enjoy being ensnared in a warm embrace and given all the physical affection you desire from your very own cat, man

Tommy

⚡️ Look, Tommy radiates dad energy. And that means celebrating your birthday in the universal dad love language: by remembering literally everything you’ve ever mentioned even remotely liking and giving it to you

⚡️ Love a specific kind of chocolate? What about wine? Cookies? Well, good thing he bought a hundred of each to surprise you

⚡️ Same goes for the day’s activities. Whatever you want, you’re doing it. Going to your favorite museum? Laying by the pool? You got it. He just wants to spend time with you and give you the attention you deserve

⚡️ He’ll take you to your favorite restaurant for dinner and guess what? He’ll tell you he bought a 500 dollar gift card so you can come whenever you like

⚡️ Is it excessive? Maybe. Does Tommy care? Not really. He wants to shower you with love and attention and show how much he cares for you. Queens should have everything, after all

Eric

🥁 Eric doesn't believe in traditional birthdays- or any occasion for that matter. Why? Because he sees every day as special and a reason to show his love for you. He doesn’t need a day on the calendar to dictate how he treats you

🥁 Of course he’ll still acknowledge the passing of another year of your life with a small gift and a sweet “happy birthday”, but that’s about it

🥁 The rest of the day’s itinerary is entirely up to you. If you want to do something, he’ll take you to do it. If you just want to go about your life as normal, then that’s fine too. He’d rather focus on how you feel

🥁 As long as you feel just how much he loves and cherishes you, that’s all that matters. Your happiness is gift enough for the both of you 🖤

#kiss band #kiss army #paul stanley #the starchild #gene simmons #the demon #ace frehley #space ace #peter criss #the catman #Tommy thayer #the spaceman #Eric singer #kiss fanfiction #kiss headcannons

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arborealrodent · 1 year

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Besides the fact of being so far away from long-time friends and family, one of the hardest things to face was getting rid of our pets. We’re huge cat people, you see. Although the thin ones are nice too.

I love this crowd. Remember to tip your bartender.

According to various sources, the overall cost of moving a small animal from the US to NZ is $5000 USD. That’s being conservative. The process is not complicated, involving a vet exam, a letter from NZ to import animals, air transport, and quarantine stay in NZ. Having said that, the process is best handled by a Pet Transport Agency.

We love our cats dearly, and consider them lovable roommates that we have to feed and clean up after. So a normal roommate I guess. It’s been incredibly hard to say goodbye to them, especially under these circumstances, but we know they’ll be happy.

Harriet

When Jody and I moved in together, one day we heard a bunch of kittens meowing underneath the house. We called the Humane Society, who recommended we leave them alone because the mom might come back. She didn’t. So I put on my grubbiest garb and crawled under the house, rescuing small furballs huddled together for warmth. I got 3, and saw an unmoving one far in the corner. I got it and the rest out, and we rushed them to the 24-hr vet for treatment.

We decided we wanted to adopt one, and learned the one that we thought would die didn’t, so here’s Harriet, The Kitten Who Lived:

Inspector Morse

Our good friends CT and Chris Courville both worked at Best Friends Animal Sanctuary in Kanab, Utah. Inspector Morse was thought to be antisocial until they got him out of the group cage, where he opened up and blossomed. CT eventually drove him up from Utah to Oregon, where we brought him into our house. Even though he doesn’t like to be picked up, he loves pets and is gentle, although he stayed away from the kids. He’s also all muscle, and doesn’t take foolishness. Lenore bonded with him after he bopped her for being too aggressive.

Lenore

Ah, sweet Lenore. Sweet violent Lenore. Lenore is sitting on my lap currently. Lenore was found abandoned on the doorstep of a house that was also abandoned. Not sure if the person knew it was, but whatever. Her back legs wouldn’t work, but she slowly got better. She likes bonding with someone. For a while she bonded with LB Jefferies (RIP) and then with Inspector Morse, and then with me. She’s fiercely independent, plays roughly, and lives life on her own terms. She also enjoys being held upside down in your arms, usually falling asleep.

I write these bios as a catharsis. We’ll stay in touch with them. They have changed all of our lives for the better, teaching us humor, diligence, patience and love. I wish we had unlimited funds to move them, and it’s sad that it’s not simpler.

#cats #new zealand #travel

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I have so many fantasies...so many, like a lot!

GURL, I got no game, absolute no b*tches zero play.

I am in my early 20s and very much so a complete & utter virgin and the last person I made out with was 3 years ago.

Have I thought multiple times about losing my virginity to Seonghwa? Absolutely. Okay because I feel he would be so gentle & it would make it amazing experience.

Plus I think he has a thing for shyness like I've seen fancalls on Tiktok where the girls he's spoken too have blushed at something he's said and he has the biggest Cheshire Cat grin ever.

Me too! I spend most of my time each day fantasizing, really. Even if I’m doing something else, my mind is usually in fantasy land.

I’m glad you’re indulging in fantasies! It’s a great thing to do when you’re not being sexually active so you stay in touch with your sexuality and the things you like, even if you haven’t experienced them first hand yet. 🤍

I absolutely agree that Seonghwa would be the perfect person to lose your virginity to. He’s not only capable of being very gentle but he’s also attentive and driven. He’d be highly motivated to discover the things that drive you crazy, all while watching you so closely that he would be able to pick up on even the smallest reaction to him. He would find all the right buttons to push and push them in the right way to make you feel amazing without overwhelming you for your first time.

I also agree that he has a corruption kink. He thinks you look so fucking cute when you’re overcome with pleasure or even when you need a little guidance. He straight up cannot stop beaming over it. And knowing that he is the one you’re experiencing all these activities and feelings with for the first time? Huge ego boost for him. That’s not his focus, because he’s completely concentrated on you and making you feel the most pleasure imaginable, but it’s a nice bonus for him.

Also, aftercare! He would make sure you’re taken care of physically, mentally, and emotionally after sex. He would dote on you like it’s his job. So much cuddling and sweet praises for you. An angel.

#th: seonghwa

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catholicdaredevil · 2 years

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the devil of hell's shower || matt murdock

this is just matt being overly dramatic and worrying too much but also being disgustingly in love with you it's just a tiny little ficlet that's been bouncing around my head like a dvd loading screen it's a gn reader

warnings: just disgusting tooth rotting sweet fluff, nakedness, shower, loving intimacy, relationship milestones

words: 1.8k ish

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gif credit: @acme-m7

The gentle sounds of the shower running in his bathroom was a nice relaxing background noise, like rain on the roof, calmed him down from the stress of the day as he cleaned up after dinner. He could smell your shampoo in the steam, it had found its home in his shower quickly after you started staying the night. You would use his body wash, conditioner, toothpaste but no shampoo was where you drew the line. He had the vague recollection that you’d tried to explain it to him sometime but he had zoned out just listening to your heart and feeling the gentle heat of you across the couch from him.

Matt loved having you in his apartment; loved the pieces of you that you left there even when you weren’t. First it had been the shampoo, shirts here and there, even your favorite coffee creamer just showing up in his fridge one day. A sense of domesticity he had frequently thought was beyond his reach you just dropped at his doorstep day by day, like a cat bringing its owner mice. A gift. One he happily gathered up and hoarded in his chest just below his heart, keeping you with him at all times, and returned the favor tenfold. Things you had offhandedly mentioned scattered around his apartment next, like a huge neon open sign that this could be your apartment too. Things like extra pillows on your side of his bed, an extra toothbrush in case you ever forgot yours, every single snack he ever saw you ate would simply appear in his kitchen.

His peace as he reminisced about the little nest you two had created together, a home, was quickly shattered by the loud thud of you falling in the shower. Matt dropped the rag he’d been still holding after drying the dishes and surged across the apartment as panic sparked every nerve in his body alive. The door almost fell off its hinges with the force he put into wrenching it open and he was met with the sound of you groaning as you sat up. Matt fell to his knees in front of you with a thud that would have hurt if he had any part of his brain available to register it.

“What’s wrong? What happened?” His hands fluttered from your head across the planes of your face and down to your shoulders, arms as he checked for anything; any mark or break. Anything to explain why you were suddenly on the floor of his shower and when he found nothing he worried even more at what he could possibly be missing.

“‘m fine. Fuck, just- I just slipped y’know.” Your soft hands reached out to grab his and held them against you so he could feel your steady heartbeat, knowing it was what he needed. Matt’s heart reacted the same as it always did immediately slowing down to match yours, it happened unconsciously like his body wanted to meld with yours.

“You slipped,” the words came slow to him like it was a puzzle he was setting out piece by piece to see how they connected. His palm flattened on your chest and he felt every breath you took. The calm in you slowly seeping into him, his mind still racing at the idea of a threat already on its descent into quiet. Your wet fingers dragging through his hair as he sighed finally letting himself relax into you.

“Yeah Matty, I slipped. I got the shower a little too hot and I didn’t realize how dizzy I was until it was too late, that’s all, sorry I scared you.” He took his time digesting your words, one hand traveling up to brush your hair off your face, his touch gentle, reverent as always. Your heartbeat was consistent, truth; and he couldn’t smell anything off about you, nothing sick. “You’re smelling me right now aren’t you, freak?”

Your teasing words melted the final bits of tension in the air and they swirled down the drain with the water. His position on his knees while he charted your face under his hands just this side of prayer.

“You still have shampoo in your hair, you just fell in the shower and are sitting like a baby deer. Your leg is gonna bruise from where it hit the side of the tub but I’m the freak?”

The lack of a fight had him back to himself, that coy smirk now plastered across his lips- lips that he pressed against yours, leaning under the water just to kiss you. Nails scraped down the back of his head to his neck and he groaned against your mouth continuing to push into the shower not caring about the way his shirt plastered to his skin under the water. It didn’t matter he knew he was going to end up in the shower with you anyways so why should he care if his clothes got ruined.

You finally pulled back, his forehead pressed to yours as you caught your breath. “It’s a good thing you’re gonna help me get the rest of this shampoo out of my hair since I’m so seriously injured.”

“Oh, am I now?”

“Yeah, you are.”

Now it was your turn to initiate the kiss, your hands unbuttoning his shirt and pushing it off his shoulders with the ease of someone who had done it enough times it was like muscle memory. Once it hit the floor in a damp pile he broke the kiss and wrapped a strong arm around your chest just under your arms and like you weighed almost nothing, pulled you both to stand. He waited several moments still hesitant that you would fall again before removing the last of his clothing so he could step in behind you.

It didn’t take long for him to find his favorite place as he pressed himself up against your back, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck where he placed the smallest kisses imaginable. You stood like that for longer than either of you would admit, until the water went from the melting hot you liked to a much more reasonable warm. Not that you needed it, Matt always seemed to run a million degrees like your own personal space heater. That line of heat pressed against you was a feeling that always made your brain go a little fuzzy. Matt hummed gently before spinning you to face him so that your hair was under the shower, his hands gently massaging your scalp and clearing out the last of the suds left behind.

You reached for his shampoo as he grabbed the conditioner and the two of you went about a routine you had long since established. He always took his time making sure to touch every single inch of you, not just in the shower this was just his best excuse for it. While he took the entire thing so seriously, like it was a form of worship just to help you shower. You however did not, making his hair into a mohawk with the shampoo and giggling at how it turned out.

“Enjoying yourself,” the deep rumble wasn’t a question and his mouth twitched with the effort it took not to smile at your fervent nod. The mohawk was the first of many terrible hairstyles each worse than the last and eventually he gave up on mapping your body in the shower and simply leaned against the wall content to let you do as you pleased as long as you were both happy and more importantly touching.

“Wait! I got it, this is gonna be the best one, you ready?” You took the sarcastic raise of his eyebrow, not sure how he could survey sarcasm so well in just a single eyebrow raise but had learned long ago not to underestimate him, as assent. Your hands worked at his hair with such concentration, nails scratching along his scalp as a thank you for all his patience as you went.

Until two little soapy devil horns stood up on the top of his head.

This time he couldn’t stop himself from laughing. No matter how angsty of a man Matt Murdock could be, how angry at the world or himself or God. You were somehow always able to carve these little moments out of the worst of days, out of the worst of himself. Always able to shine light into even the darkest corners of himself, dusting out the cobwebs with care and love.

His arm wrapped around your waist and pulled you into him to press his laughter and love into you, pouring everything he feels about you down your throat. Trailing a burning line of open kisses down your throat between growled words of love.

“I love you so goddamn much,” your head tipped back with a breathless laugh, giving him better access to the skin of your neck. Matt traded his kisses for small bites up the line of your neck until his hot breath was against your ear.

“I love you too, my scary Devil-man.”

Once more the gentle sounds of the shower lulled Matt into peace, but this time you followed. You stepped back to pull him under the path of the water and he closed his eyes as you rinsed the shampoo from his hair, fingers scratching along his scalp. Rumbles of affection from deep in his chest, pressed up against yours like a ridiculously warm, loving barnacle.

The end of the shower dragged out for far longer than necessary, only able to do things the few times you were able to peel Matt from you for just moments at a time. He’d always come back, grabbing at you with a frown until you let him slide his face into the crook of your neck again, gently rubbing his stubble across goosebumps on your skin. He finally detached once you were out and dry, just long enough for both of you to get dressed for bed.

“I love you so much,” he repeated his earlier statement this time in the form of a kiss on your forehead as you started to drift to sleep with your head on him. The soothing sounds of his heartbeat and the soft purrs in response to being tangled with you, almost a lullaby. Too tired to respond out loud, you pressed a sloppy kiss to the center of his chest under you and the last thing you heard was his gentle chuckle at your sleepy affection.

Having you near was always a balm to his scattered soul, your mere presence in his apartment enough to turn it into a home. A home you both shared with the giddy excitement of teenagers in love, it felt new every day. He couldn’t wait to ask you to move in, but he did, instead cuddling further into you as he joined you in sleep.

After all, it was only one more night.

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