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metalheads-trash-bin · 4 months

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Hello everyone! My name is Toby, I’m a beginner writer and love to make shit uber realistic for readers. Here’s all the info about my stuff!

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So far I have three fanfics, a fourth is on the way.

All of my fics will be linked down below! They are wips, so please be patient. Each has their own schedule so make sure to read!

All fanfics will have nsfw, and I don’t mean the basic “stick penis in hole” shit. I mean detailed, loving, and non vanilla nsfw.

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The first one is my all time fav: Fliff! It goes into Floyd’s trauma, his healing, and realistic dynamics between the characters. This fanfic will be updated twice a week, it used to be updated every day but that’s not survivable long term for me ^^

The second one is Breek! Creek is in no way infantilized in this fanfic. I look at things in a psychological aspect and make damn well sure he’s not babygirlified. This fic goes into Creek’s trauma, Branch’s trauma, allll the trauma, a bunch of healing, and a little bit of angst. It’s updated whenever I feel, but it won’t be abandoned or rarely touched!

The third one is John Dory x Reader! In this it talks about JD’s trauma, some headcanons of his diagnostics, and a bunch of intimate stuff and heart to heart stuff. He is not glamorized in this fic, instead he’s recovering and in therapy. He also has a smallll teeny weeny alcohol issue, but he’s in therapy for that as well! The reader is a trans male, fat L if you can’t handle that. <3 It’s updated whenever I feel just like the Breek fic, but it won’t be abandoned or rarely touched!

The fics are interconnected, so if you see a ship or lore that’s in one of them, assume it’ll be mentioned or involved in the other!

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CREEPYPASTA:

I am currently working on ideas for a rework of a Jeff x reader fic I read. It had a really nice plot but the execution was absolutely horrendous + it was abandoned. I’ll type more info as I update!

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And with that…

!!Release the hounds!!

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Summary:

Floyd is forced into therapy after Branch takes him to his annual checkup since he's staying with him.

Branch's reason for sending him being that he notices Floyd's facade of "being fine" and totally not traumatized even toward a doctor. This leads to him sitting in therapy, which in turn gives him homework. Whats the first assignment you ask?

Making friends besides your brothers and Poppy.

Who better than Barb, the queen of rock, as a starting point??

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It was the last few weeks of fall, Branch heading to the forest to get the final harvest for the season. There were rumors of an animal lurking around the farm, he didn't realize that that animal was a familiar face.

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You're a metal/rock troll starting a new life in Pop Village. During one of your bonding activities with Branch, you notice a large creature in the meadow.

Why not pay the owner a visit??

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PS. I have a shit ton of playlists on Spotify of ships, characters, and more! Check em out down below~

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Enjoy! <3

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ellethespaceunicorn-masterlist · 7 months

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The Howling in Claw Creek Forest Masterlist

Rating: Explicit, 18+, Minors - DNI

Pairing: Werewolf!Walter Marshall x Reader

Summary: You live in a small town called Claw Creek, surrounded by a deep, dark forest. Since you were a kid, an urban legend of the creature in the woods has been told. If the distant howls at night and mutilated livestock are anything to go by, you fear the stories to be true.

Wolfie-centric Spotify Playlist is here.

Sy-centric Spotify Playlist is here.

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Parts: (ongoing)

Prologue: The Legend of the Claw Creek Creature

Chapter One: Hide and Seek

Chapter Two: The Cabin in the Woods

Chapter Three: The Wolf In My Living Room

Chapter Four: Unbridled Instincts

Chapter Five: A Biting Truth

Chapter Six: Of Wolf and Man

Chapter Seven: Marked By The Wolf

Chapter Eight: Every Rose Has Its Thorn

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zepskies · 3 months

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Good Morning

Pairing: C.J. Braxton x F. Reader

Summary: Your attempts to get your boyfriend out of bed don’t go as planned.

AN: Here's my first ever story for CJ! Hope you enjoy. 💜

Word Count: 1,400

Tags/Warnings: Implied smut, fluff, tinge of angst.

You managed to close the door very carefully behind you while making sure the mugs of coffee you carried didn’t spill. Once one of these old dorm room carpets stained, there was no getting it out.

You turned to find your boyfriend rolled over in his sleep, onto his stomach. The sheets had pulled down to his waist, but a few of his toes were peeking out as his foot hung out from his side of the bed.

Smiling, you went back over to your side. You set down the mugs on the nightstand and, slow and smoothly as you could, you slid in behind him. You laid a hand between his shoulders.

A sleepy, muffled sound reached your ears. You bit your lip in amusement. You sidled in closer, until your head was resting on his bare shoulder.

“Morning, sunshine,” you said quietly.

CJ’s face peeked out from under the messy flop of his brown hair, but his eyes were still stubbornly closed. His groan was more petulant this time.

“It’s not daytime yet, is it?” he muttered.

“Unfortunately, yes,” you replied, though you encouraged his waking with a soft hand drawing up and down his back. “But I’ve got coffee and a kiss waiting for you…after you brush your teeth.”

With a tilt of his head, CJ finally cracked his eyes open.

You laughed a little. “That’s what I thought.”

You sat up and brushed strands of his wild hair away from his forehead. It allowed CJ to get a better look at you in your chosen PJs. AKA: His dark blue sweater from yesterday, and possibly little else underneath. It was a better reason than most to get up.

He let out a sigh and turned over onto his back. He stretched out next to you in bed with another groan as he rolled the kinks out of his neck. But without warning, he hooked a hand into the front of your borrowed sweater and yanked you into his arms.

You yelped in surprise and landed on his chest. His arms wrapped around your waist and pulled you in close, until you were once again staring down at his amused face.

“This isn’t exactly getting up,” you said, playfully chiding. “You’ve got class in an hour.”

CJ gave you a lazy smile that had a note of cheekiness.

“Plenty of time,” he said.

You quirked a brow as you felt his hands wander, down your sides and hips, and under the sweater. He found the lacy hem of your underwear.

“Time for what?” you asked, despite knowing the answer all too well.

“To have a really good morning,” he replied, squeezing your hips, but your fingers stopped his lips from approaching yours. You smirked.

“I was serious about that toothpaste,” you said. CJ pouted, leaning back against the pillow.

“Fine. Don’t kiss me, see if I care.”

You laughed at his bout of childishness.

“Come on, don’t be lazy.” You pushed off his chest, but before you left him completely, you looked down at him with a smile. “If you stop wasting time, I promise, we’ll have a very good morning.”

Raising his brows, CJ finally rolled out of bed after you sat back and got off of him. He stumbled a bit on his way to the bathroom.

You shook your head, huffing in amusement. It seemed that after a couple years of celibacy, the promise of any kind of activities was too good a motivator.

“We've gotta respect the sun,” CJ jokingly told you one morning, right before he turned you onto your back and slid down the length of your body and…

You’d barely taken a few sips of your coffee when you felt the bed dip behind you. A familiar pair of plush lips brushed along your neck, after a hand swept your hair aside.

“Why’re you staring into your coffee so intently?” CJ asked near your ear. It almost had a shiver running down your spine. You smiled.

“Nothing,” you lied. He hummed in response. His warm hands swept up and down your arms and massaged between your shoulders. You let out a pleased sigh.

“Hmm, you’re a little tense. Knots all up in here,” he remarked, though you heard the smile in his voice. “I think we need to work these out.”

You giggled. And you set down your coffee mug, because you knew what was coming. CJ pulled you back into his arms, where you leaned back and met him with a kiss. He tasted minty fresh.

You soon stopped him with a hand on his cheek. “Hey, before I forget. Would you want to go to a party this Friday? Joey invited me.”

CJ’s expression fell, just a little. You paused, biting your lip.

“But I’d get it if you don’t want to go,” you said. “It’s this thing at Jack and Pacey��s apartment. I know he’s the guy who kind of…introduced your face to a brick wall and all.”

“Yeah, that wasn’t fun,” CJ replied. He was already frowning at the memory, of not only Pacey, but of Audrey, and Jen, and how messy that had been. That whole episode had happened before he started falling for you…but it didn’t mean he wanted to dive back into all that “fun-filled” drama.

“Audrey won’t be there, obviously,” you said. Audrey was back in California, in rehab.

“Yeah, but Pacey sure will,” CJ dryly pointed out.

And Jen, he thought. He knew she still had something of a crush on him, but he’d been able to maintain his distance, especially since things started to get serious with you.

You stroked his cheek, breaking him out of his thoughts and earning his gaze.

“Joey already talked to him. I’m sure Pacey’s chilled out by now,” you reasoned. CJ was still frowning though.

After a beat of hesitation, you leaned up and pressed a gentle kiss to his lips.

“We don’t have to go if you don’t want to,” you said at last.

And yet, CJ knew that look on your face. He prickled with guilt inside, seeing your well-hidden disappointment.

“But you do,” he said with a sigh. “You like them, don’t you?”

You smiled, giving a little shrug. CJ released you from his arms so you could turn around and sit across from him on the bed.

“They’re the first real friends I’ve made here in Boston,” you admitted.

You came up to Boston Bay College from New York last year. Joey had been your first friend, not only because you were assigned to be roommates (along with Audrey), but because you two were in the same major.

You and Joey often had the same classes together. Over the past few months, you’d gotten friendly with Audrey, Jack, Pacey, and even Jen, before she started acting a bit stiffly around you.

You grabbed CJ’s hand. “Look, I don’t want you to be uncomfortable. Like I said, we don’t have to go.”

CJ shook his head and squeezed your hand back.

“No, it’s okay. We can go,” he said. He was just glad you didn’t try to drag him to this thing without telling him all the angles first. He wasn’t one for surprises.

“Are you sure?” you asked, your brows furrowing. CJ smiled and nodded.

“Yeah, why not,” he said. He didn’t want to be the reason you missed out on something, even if it had the potential to make him very, very uncomfortable.

It was worth it to get your smile though. You leaned over to wrap your arms around his neck in a warm hug.

“Thank you, thank you!” you said, giggling in his ear.

It made him smile. With a soft groan, he turned you over and laid you back down on the bed. You let out an oof at the way he half smothered you with his weight, but you didn’t let go of him.

“You’re gonna be late for class at this rate,” you reminded him.

CJ was studious and a more responsible student than most, but today, he didn’t really give a shit if he was late to his Philosophy class.

Instead, he kissed his way up your neck until he found your lips. There he drew it out slow, savoring the feeling of you underneath him, of swallowing your breath with each new kiss.

Meanwhile, his hand once again found its way under your stolen sweater and teased both sighs and moans from your mouth. He parted from you, just for a moment, to see the fairly dazed look on your face. He smiled and stroked your cheek with his thumb.

“Well, good morning,” he said.

Your resulting laughter shook both of you. You buried your fingers in his messy hair and wrapped your legs around his hips.

“It’s about to be,” you nodded.

AN: And there we have it! Short and sweet. Let me know what you think. 😘

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wintergrew · 2 years

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Soooo, I have a new fic!

❤️🔥To Hell With It All🔥❤️

Second time writing TFBW (adjacent), first time writing superheros. Also a first time using Imp Tweek

Please check it out if you're interested❤️‍🔥

#south park #craig tucker #tweek tweak #sp creek #the fractured but whole #super craig #wonder tweek #imp tweek #professor chaos #mysterion #creek fanfic #Creek fic #kenny mccormick #butters stotch

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wildgeese-badideas · 6 months

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Reposted the edited version of Enchanted! Extra scene at the end of chapter 3 for more banter (and a kiss 🤭)

#sp creek #creek fic #craig x tweek

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ellethespaceunicorn · 8 days

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The Howling in Claw Creek Forest, Chapter Eight

Chapter Eight: Every Rose Has Its Thorn

Rating: Explicit, 18+, Minors – DNI

Pairing: Werewolf!Walter Marshall x Reader

Word Count: 2.8K

Series Summary: You live in a small town called Claw Creek, surrounded by a deep, dark forest. Since you were a kid, an urban legend of the creature in the woods has been told. If the distant howls at night and mutilated livestock are anything to go by, you fear the stories to be true.

Chapter Summary: A flashback into the love life of Sy and “Bug”, and a look toward the future with Wolfie and Pup.

Warnings: mentions of military deployment, p-in-v sex, creampie, emotional moments

A/N: Thank you for being patient with me, guys! And I see y’all reblogging the masterlist for the series. And I thank you so much for keeping this story alive! A special thank you to @peyton-warren for being my lovely beta and soundboard for this story.

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The rumble of that old truck coming down the lane had you leaping off the couch to run to the front door. You swung it open, followed by the screen door; your bare feet padding on the old wooden porch warmed from the sun. You saw your man scramble to park before he jumped out and ran across the lawn to you. You threw open your arms as he took the stairs in one step to meet you.

The feeling of his lips against yours was just like the first time. And after he had been gone for the past six months, it felt glorious. Your arms around his neck allowed your hands to slide over his shaved head. You hated when he got rid of his curls before he shipped out, but you understood that it was less fashionable and more functional.

At least he got to keep the beard that you loved so much.

He deepened the kiss, sliding his tongue along the seam of your lips, and you obliged his entry. He savored every little moan that escaped your mouth, putting on quite the show for his neighbors, who were surely looking out of their windows at this point. They hadn’t heard his truck in months, and now it’s back to annoy them.

When his hands started to wander from your hips to your ass with a healthy squeeze, you knew it was time to bring this show of affection indoors. You broke the kiss and pulled him into his house. He had given you a key shortly before leaving so you could look after the place. You had only been together for less than a year, but you liked where you were headed.

After you are both inside, he pins you against the front door. He’s kissing your neck before pulling away to sniff in the direction of the kitchen. He sighed when he turned around to look back at you.

“I have missed your cooking so much. I’ve missed you so much, Bug. Every night, I wished I could be back here with you so I could hold you close and kiss you goodnight. Every morning, I would wake up with the goal of making it back to you,” he professed, getting down on one knee before taking your left hand in his. “I wanted to wait to do this; I did. But I don’t want to wait anymore. While this ring may have been an impulse buy, I know that yours is the only hand I would ever take in marriage. That is if you’ll have me. What do you say? Will you marry me, Bug?”

He holds up the ring, and your eyes blur from unshed tears. You truly had not expected this, but you couldn’t be happier. Sy was the man of your dreams. He was funny, loving, and protective; you wouldn’t have picked anyone else to spend the rest of your days with. You realized you had been quiet for almost a minute and spoke up.

“Yes! I will marry you, baby,” you gasped, nodding furiously as he put the ring on your finger.

Standing up, he wrapped you in a giant bear hug before picking you up. You wrapped your legs around his waist, so happy to feel his warmth against you again. Once he started toward the bedroom, you knew you weren’t going to be having your meal any time soon. At least, not until after some unfinished business took place.

Sy made love to you, worshipping your body, and leaving hickeys everywhere he could. The man was never subtle in his lust for you. He missed you, and he was going to make sure you knew how much. Rocking his hips into you, he had you right where he wanted you. In between huffs of air and moans of pleasure, Sy kissed every part of you that he could reach.

As he brought you over the edge repeatedly, he talked you through it. Nothing was better than that moment, having him so close as he played your body expertly like he always did. Listening to him grunt as he chased after his release was music to your ears as his hips stuttered soon enough.

Between moaning your name, praising you, and his filthy dirty talk, he had you wrapped around his little finger. Well, technically, he had you wrapped around something substantially bigger…and that’s why your brain short-circuited when he began whispering sweet things in your ear.

“Look how fuckin’ beautiful you look takin’ me so well, Bug. Missed you so much, and couldn’t wait to be with you again. Just like this, watchin’ you fall apart so pretty for me,” he praised, one of his giant hands coming to rest on your tummy while he continued his onslaught. “All I could think of was coming home and starting our little family. Bug, I want you to make me a Daddy. Please, please, please…” he trailed off.

The guttural groan he made as he finished was beastly. And you loved every second of it. What can you say? You were a fan of when men weren’t afraid to be especially vocal in the bedroom, be it moaning or speaking. More often than not, it was Sy’s voice that the neighbors tended to hear when you two were hot and heavy.

You waited until he had come down from his high to ask about what he said. He rolled off of you and laid next to you, opening his arm so you could lay on his chest. This wasn’t the first time he had brought up starting a family. He had the same idea before he deployed for six months. But this time seemed different. He was practically begging you to get pregnant, and you wanted to slow the brakes a bit.

But you can’t always get what you want.

“Sy, can we put a pause on baby talk? You only just got back. I want some time with you before I’m knee-deep in diapers and midnight feedings,” you confided, hoping post-nut clarity would come to him.

“So, before I left, it was because you would be alone. And now, it’s because I’m here with you? Come on, Bug,” he scoffed, running a hand over his buzzcut.

“That’s not fair. It’s not exactly like your body is gonna be the one going through changes. And yes, I am worried that you want to start a family, and we don’t even know when you could be called upon. Then what? I just sit here and wait for you to meet your kid after missing my whole pregnancy?” You supposed, picking your head up from his chest and meeting his eyes.

“You’re right, ya know? I might have to be deployed again. But don’t forget that I’m fighting for my country. That’s not easy either. And I would still be providing for you, Bug. Does that mean nothing?” He countered, leaning on one elbow.

“I appreciate what you do; don’t get me wrong. But I refuse to start a family until I feel comfortable enough to do so. I mean, we got engaged an hour ago, and you’re already planning children. I love you, but this is too much for me right now,” you reasoned, pulling yourself up to a seated position and staring at your ring.

He took your hands in his as he sat up. “I love you too, and I want to start a family with you. That means marrying you and having kids together. I wanted it then, I want it now, and I’ll probably always want it. But if you don’t feel ready, I won’t make you. All I ask is that you think about it,” he implored.

You promised him that you would think about it, and he gave you the space and time that you needed. Two whole days spent in your house, ignoring your phone and your life. Two whole days of thinking about how to make up your mind. You’d never wanted children until you met Sy. He would make a great dad, which wasn’t what you were worried about. You were worried about how much time he would get to be a dad. Or whether he would make it back to you at all.

When you made up your mind, you went over to Sy’s house to talk with him. Very few words were said, but the point was made when you gave him back his ring. As much as you wanted him, you couldn’t be the perfect little Army wife that he wanted, and quite frankly, that he deserved.

You cried yourself to sleep that night, the memory of Sy’s distraught face behind your eyelids. With a heavy heart, you decided to drown yourself in work and forget about love. And it was working so well, at least for a while.

You are awoken by a deep voice calling your name and a hand shaking your shoulder. Opening your eyes, you come face-to-face with a steaming mug of coffee. You sit up fully and accept the mug, looking up to thank who brought it to you.

Sy’s face is neutral as he lets go of the mug. He sips from his cup as he motions for you to let him sit next to you. Neither of you speaks for a minute or two, unsure of what to say. The last time you two shared a bed was pretty eventful, and now it’s the only thing on your mind.

“How long have you been awake?” you ask, not knowing what to say.

“Couple hours. Just couldn’t sleep. Went for a run to clear my head, and that worked for about five minutes. Now, all I can think of is the last time you were here. Then, I think of last night and how good it felt to have my arms wrapped around you,” he laments, sipping his coffee before continuing, “Anyway, I figured it would be best if I let that ship sail long ago. But you just had to come back into my life, didn’t you? You don’t make it easy, woman.”

“Technically, if it wasn’t for Liv, I’d still be out of your life. Maybe I should thank her. I’d be lying if I said I didn’t miss you,” you admit, looking into your coffee mug.

“Yeah, thank her for me, too,” he laughs, bumping your shoulder with his.

You giggle, looking up into his eyes. “Do you think we can try and be friends? I know last night was fucking strange. And I can’t guarantee it won’t be weird sometimes. But you’re important to me. You always will be,” you confess.

“Of course, we can be friends. I want you in my life, Bug. And if that means that I had to be a damn wolf to get back to you, then I guess I can live with that,” he jokes.

“You’re a handsome wolf if that’s any consolation,” you say, holding in a giggle.

Sy fixes you with the look he used to give you when you were being bratty, and it still works. You can feel the heat rise to your face as you look down and sip your coffee.

“Well, look. It’s just about 10. What do you say we stop procrastinating and get you back to your boyfriend before he comes sniffing around? I’m sure he’s beside himself waiting for you. I know I’d be doing the same,” he insists.

“You’re right. I’ll get changed, and we can head out,” you sigh, feeling like the weight of the world is on your shoulders.

Sy nods, taking your mug. He exits the bedroom, pulling the door shut, and you hear his footsteps leading away from the door.

You get dressed quickly, your mind running through different scenarios of how this could all go down. Your anxiety level rises when you think of having your first fight with Walter. Unsure of whether or not you are still upset with him, you push all thoughts away and exit Sy’s bedroom.

Sy notes your solemn expression and pulls you into a hug, whispering into your ear, “Trust me, if anything, he’s gonna be so happy you’re back in his arms that I’m sure he’ll wanna be done with this little fight o’ yours.” Giving you a little squeeze before he lets go, he pats your back, and you appreciate him for trying.

Soon, you and Sy are on the road to the cabin. He drives while you direct him on where to go. The closer you get to the cabin, the more your leg bounces up and down. When Sy reaches a hand to rest on your knee, you stop only to start biting at your thumbnail. He pulls your hand from your mouth and holds it for the rest of the drive.

As Sy pulls into the driveway, the front door swings open. You’re suddenly frozen in your seat until Sy reaches across you to open your door. “Go on, now,” he directs, a sad smile on his face.

You exit the truck, gravel crunching below your feet. Walter jumps off the porch, stopping on the lawn just past the house. You look up at him as you approach, your feet moving faster once you see the hurt puppy look on his face. You throw your arms around his neck, his scent strong in your nostrils. His arms wrap around you, picking you up off your feet.

You don’t see when Walter and Sy exchange a nod. A lot can be said in one simple head tilt.

When Walter places you back on your feet, you both start to talk at the same time. “I’m so sorry, Pup, I-” “Wolfie, I’m sorry-”

Apologies give way to surprised laughter, and you rest your forehead against his.

“Gimme a sec, ok?” Walter asked, stepping past you to walk over to where Sy sat in the truck. You watch as they talk for a minute or two, unable to hear what is said. They shake hands, and Sy smiles at you. Walter walks back to where you stand, kissing your forehead and smiling down at you. Before you can speak, he lifts your arm and ducks his head under it to heft you over his shoulder.

“Ooof, Wolfie!” is all you get out as Walter makes his way back into the cabin. You watch over his shoulder as Sy drives off.

As Walter kicks the front door shut, you hear Jace’s laughter at your predicament, followed by a snort from Olivia.

“Good luck, bestie. Have fun!” Liv chuckles from her seat, cuddled up against Jace.

You’ll have to ask her about that later. Right now, you are being carried upstairs by your boyfriend, who missed you something fierce. Ending up in his bedroom, he plops you down on the bed and jumps you. Leaving a trail of kisses from your jaw to your collarbone and back. All the while whispering how much he missed you.

“I missed you too, Wolfie,” you gasp as he sucks on a particularly sensitive area of your neck.

Putting himself between your legs, he finally kisses your lips. When you moan into his mouth, his clothed sex comes into contact with yours. You feel each other’s body heat, and it’s mere seconds before you are both undressed.

With the thrust of his hips, you feel his apology. With each kiss and nip, you feel how much he cares for you. He brings you to the brink over and over, until you are an emotional mess that clings to him. You’re impossibly close and you wish you could be even closer to him. Wrapping your legs around his waist tighter, you tangle a hand in his hair as he rips one more orgasm from you.

You throw your head back, a long whine exiting your throat as you ride out your high. When you bite down on Walter’s shoulder, his hips falter and he buries himself deep inside you. You can feel every twitch of his length and every spurt that paints your walls. He fills you slowly but surely, resting his head in the crook of your neck as he comes down.

Rubbing his back, you kiss where your teeth barely made a dent in his skin. His tired groan vibrates through your body, and you can’t help but shiver. His softening girth slips from you, and you both gasp. Walter starts to move off of you, but you pull him back, not wanting to lose his warmth.

He chuckles, happy to be your weighted heating blanket. He settles in with his arms around you until you hear soft, grumbling snores. Feeling his breath puff on your neck, you let out a yawn and give in to your own tiredness.

Everything else can wait for now. You are right where you want to be.

To be continued...

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