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sh1-n0bu · 5 months

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✿ 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙤𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙛𝙪𝙡 𝙩𝙞𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙡𝙞𝙛𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙖 𝙘𝙖𝙩 𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙚𝙣𝙩 ✿

characters: jing yuan, blade, dan heng, welt yang, yanqing, sampo, gepard, luocha x nb!reader

warnings: tooth rutting fluff, advised for u to read while sitting down or in private bc u might have a heart attack from how cute and chaotic this shit is, some angst might be sprinkled in just bc✨✨

notes: that moment when you have a super bad baby fever except the fever is towards cat rather than babies. genshin impact ver can be read here!

art credit to Toma超想吃番茄 on yt!

oh fuck

look at that floof

that absolute big soft floofball peacefully sleeping on top of your favorite black shirt. your shirt is ruined, massive amount of white fur stuck to the fabric and you’re late for work but at least you have a happily napping away cat

a siberian cat, me thinks. with that amount of fur and that large body, he’s gotta be a siberian cat

spoiled, smug peace of shit and he knows it. revels in that title even

dubbed as ‘the handsome cat’ by your friends, co-workers and neighbors alike, meow yuan is surprisingly and not so surprisingly incredibly popular amongst the ladies. whether it be because of his fur, his adorable meows, the red ribbon you tied around his neck as a makeshift collar or his way of charming the ladies with a gentle pawing to their hand and a smug “meowww”, you will never know

the biggest out of the cats. but is it his body that’s big or is it the rapunzel like long fur that he has. the world will sadly never know and neither will you

surprisingly chatty at times. but worryingly very eepy. an adult cat should sleep about 12-16 hours a day and yet you’re pretty sure meow yuan spends 25 hours of the day sleeping away under the sunlight

closest to little nyanqing. seems to think of the youngest kitten as his own as he’s seen grooming or simply looking out for the young kitten at times. also seems to be a bit closer to nyan heng and meowade but the latter tends to spend his time alone

an absolute smug spoiled prince and he owns to it. whether it be feigning hurt, crying out for your attention or downright plopping himself down on your keyboard, deleting your entire progress of work, the little shit knows how to be a headache

but it’s okay, you always forgive him because he allows you to smush your face into the fur of his belly when you’re stressed or squish his soft toe beans. meow yuan is let off the hook yet again…

occasionally, meow yuan reminds you of a lion. it maybe weird and completely out of the blue but with the way he grooms others, his fur, the absolute motor like loud purrs he emits or the sheer massive size and weight of him — yeah, you get the point

one time, you decided to spoil him by carrying him around in your arms like how you do with the other cats. the loud crack! noise and the fact that you couldn’t get up the next day should prove just how damn big he is

meow yuan was a worry wart the whole day. constantly meowing in your ears, purring softly, nuzzling your side. it almost seemed like he was trying to apologize for being this big. to which you easily let him off the hook of course. how could anyone ever say no to that big adorable yellow eyes?

art credit to cocoink🍁 on twt

a bit of a worrying case, meowade is

he doesn’t like socializing, the other cats nor does he get along with you either. the only ones he seem to at least tolerate were meow yuan and nyan heng alongside you

likes to spend his time all alone, cooped up inside some small confined space, above the cupboard or inside his own small room in the cat tree. also enjoys spending time in your room as well but only if the other cats aren’t there

flinches or freezes up whenever you touch him which is incredibly worrying and gut-wrenching. makes you hate however was his previous owner to have caused meowade to despise touches and affections

the first time you found him, bleeding and wet on the side of the road and tried to wrap your coat around him to take him to the vet, the little scraggly cat hissed and clawed and bit at you with great amount of hate despite literally bleeding out. thankfully, he seemed to understand you were no threat as he went limp in your coat, allowing you to get him to the vet

due to whatever his past experiences were, meowade hates being close to anyone. but at least he was slowly but surely opening up to the others and you

the first time the poor scraggly cat decided to bump his head to your hand, asking for pets, you cried tears of joy and relief. at least, you can offer him healing and comfort as you and the other cats stay there for him on his journey

the second biggest cat, bested by meow yuan himself. not as big as him but damn can this cat scare others. whether it be other cats, your friends who decided to visit or some random dog that you passed by as you take meowade out for a walk

seriously, the amount of times this cat wrestled against dogs bigger than himself gives you heart attacks. it’s a real wonder and a miracle you aren’t dead yet

british shorthair, me thinks. but the ones that grow to be a bit bigger than the others

has a bad habit of just… staring off into space, unblinking with those big round eyes at times. literally no thoughts in his brain. head empty, as he just… stares off into space

“oh, having another existential crisis again? mind if i join you today, meowade?”

“…”

“… meow”

and so, this weird ritual of the two of you sitting side by side, staring off into the distance, unblinking as the cup of coffee in your hand goes cold has become something special in you two’s bonding moment. oneself that meowade looks forward to each day

sometimes, he tends to chase after nyan heng around the house for whatever the reason. it leaves poor nyan heng shaking and hissing as the small black cat comes to you for help

not the chattiest of cats nor is he the most pickiest. quite docile despite his killer stare at times and you would even daresay, shy when it comes to affection

overall, a cute cat. the cute pathetic ones that you just can’t help but adore and love

art credit to Toma超想吃番茄 on yt!

another docile cat!! perhaps even the most docile one!!!

at first, you were worried when taking him in because holy shit, where is his tail?! only after taking him to the vets did you finally managed to breathe a sigh of relief because nyan heng was a black manx breed of cat

lean, on the smaller side, an amazing hunter and a dutiful bug hunter in the house, nyan heng is a cute black manx who has a pretty green/grey eyes

an absolute sweetheart, always hoping to please you or help you out around the house as he helps to keep the other cats in line. except for meowade. he always finds himself having a hissing match with the black british shorthair or getting teased by the eepy meow yuan

closest to nyelt, as you had found the two cats together when you decided to take him in. almost seem to see nyelt as some sort of a father figure with how the little black manx constantly goes to the older one for advice or simply some help in grooming

has a cute simple, thread like thin black tie with a few charms around himself as a makeshift collar. he seems to like it despite the thread being a little bit too thin for cats’ comfort

seriously, what’s up with your cats and their desire to wear makeshift collars? makes you really consider if they are cats…

that aside, nyen heng also tends to be more active during nighttime. not the type that would take down things, destroy objects or cause ruckus and cause you jump out of the warm comfort of your bed. no, he just simply quietly trudges around the house, searching if he had truly hunted down every bugs and insects in the house

especially that spider

nyen heng hates to see you so scared over that cursed spider. so he makes it his life mission to rid the house of insects, more specifically, spiders!!

and damn is he absolutely devoted to his job because ever since you cried to your friend over the phone about the spider that you saw in your room, you never saw another spider ever again!

not the most chattiest nor is the most affectionate. he’s a mix of both but only when in privacy of you two or when he’s feeling particularly lonely

don’t get him wrong, the other cats are an amazing company but he just tends to seek out your attention and affection more y’know? there’s just something soothing about being by your side

seems to have some history with meow yuan and meowade. whether that be good with how friendly meow yuan is with nyan heng. or bad, with how meowade seems to want to take their play fighting to a whole next level

surprisingly, doesn’t like sunlight that much

most of the cats would follow the sunlight and it’s warmth and spend some time outside or on the window sill. but you can find the little black minx just chilling in one of the rooms of the cat tree of beside you, observing the other cats

nyen heng is an absolute sweetheart. the quiet type of sweetheart

the type of sweetheart that follows you around, hoping to help you out or simply offer a comforting presence. it’s the least he can do for you

art credit to Toma超想吃番茄 on yt!

another sweetheart of a cat except nyelt makes himself and his presence known unlike nyan heng

possibly a havana brown breed with just how damn calm, peaceful, loving and loyal he is. especially with you. havana browns tend to attach themselves to only one person during their span of life, which sometimes can feel like nyelt is just a biiitttt clingy with you

was there with nyan heng when you took the two cats in and often times acts like a father figure to the cats of the house which is a huge help to your mental state. except for nyanqing. nyanqing only has one father figure and that’s meow yuan

but that was completely fine since nyelt still looks after the little energetic kitten. often times looking after the cream munchkin as he carries nyanqing around by his scruff

to which, nyan heng comes to you for affection and attention. if his father figure won’t give it, then you surely will!

likes to wear the black mini scarf like collar around his neck. often times seen curled up inside the mini scarf as he sleeps the day away like most cats do

can come of as quite chatty at times with how attentive and helpful nyelt is

oh your back feels stiff? he can sit on it and make biscuits (that cute moment when cats knead their paws?). meow yuan is out of option since he’s way too big and heavy and could potentially be the sole reason you break your back. literally

oh nyanqing is missing again? what do you mean he’s missing? he’s right there, hiding inside one of the rooms of the cat tree

nyan heng is being bullied by meowade again? you know nothing of the weight behind this powe—

yeah, you get it. kinda reminds you of a grandpa with how attentive he is and how he has a single streak of grey atop his head fur. which is absolutely adorable and one place that you adore smothering with kisses

nyelt doesn’t seem to mind the affection too as he simply sits there, purring away and basking in your affection. a very pliant cat

sometimes, something seems to weigh heavily on his and nyan heng’s minds with how they curl up together or look out the window, seemingly searching for something

at first when they did that, you thought some bird or a squirrel passed by the window. but if that was the case then every cats should by by the windowsill

yet only nyelt and nyan heng are

at first it worried you because what if they were having cat depression?! are you absolutely sure that you’re being a good cat owner, [name]?!

yeah, you had a lot of self doubt and depressive episodes due to the two cats

however you finally figured out the case when one day, one of your co-workers suggested a play date with her own cats. saying that sometimes, cats need to see new faces to experience some relief from their everyday tasks or ways of living

the date was agreed upon and your co-worker decided to bring over a few of her cats

the immediate second the pretty red furred maine coon, pink-ish scottish fold and the grey striped scottish fold stepped out of the cat bag, nyelt and nyan heng seem to brighten immediately as they fucking dash towards the three cats

turns out the five of them seemed to have been close before they got separated and the two male cats found their way in your home

at least your cats were happy yet again. which made you happy in turn too

art credit to Toma超想吃番茄 on yt!

awwwwwww

everyone's reactions when you first introduce them to nyanqing. and honestly, you can't blame them because look at that cute little cream munchkin pitter pattering his way over here!!!

as stated above, a cute little cream colored munchkin

super adorable

tiny

a tiny baby

"hang on, i'm gonna have an abnormal increase in my sugar intake simply because nyanqing is just too damn adorable to not to do that" - you on a daily basis while calling your best friend and honestly? your bestie's starting to get a bit sick of your constant fawning over your cats

that is until you bestie decides to come over for a visit to drop off some meds for you (during the infamous 'trying to lift meow yuan and almost breaking your spinal cord' day), your bestie dropped down to the floor, unresponsive the moment you called over nyanqing to introduce him to your bestie

yeah... since then the two of you constantly fawn over the little munchkin while trying not to die of a cuteness overload

but it's completely fine and understandable even as you two get the nth heart attack this day simply because nyanqing was... well, nyanqing himself!

an adorable little pliant baby who loves nothing more than sleeping, playing around with meow yuan, you and sprinkles of mischief sometimes

is the closest to meow yuan and can be found with the large siberian cat whenever you can't find him. often times, you would have to move meow yuan over to check each and every nook and cranny around the large siberian cat just so you can get a glimpse of the small munchkin and let out a sigh of relief

at times, the eepy meow yuan tends to curl up with the tiny nyanqing buttttt due to how much of a heavy sleeper the larger cat is, nyanqing almost gets crushed under the much larger cat

yet he somehow is still alive and well and completely okay???? like what????????

still doesn't relieve your heart no matter how many times you find the tiny munchkin under the large siberian cat

is a little bit mischievous at times with how he lovingly bothers nyan heng. trailing after the black minx all the while meowing his ears off about something. the same can be applied to nyelt as well but nyelt tends to patiently converse with the small munchkin unlike nyan heng who wishes to avoid him at most times, preferring his lone and private time

seem to have some sort of an ongoing hidden agenda against meowade and luonya. the former black can cat be found bullying the small munchkin until either the other cats step in or you. as for the latter? no one knows. somehow, nyanqing always ends up getting into a defensive position whenever luonya comes into his field of vision

one time you even found nyanqing hisses at meowade with meow yuan behind the tiny kitten's back. you had to put the three of them into time out and give meowade a scolding

what about scolding nyanqing you say? well

“this is the last time i’ll let you off the hook, nyan-nyan. if i find you stirring up trouble again”

yeah… when are you ever going to stop letting your cats off of the hook [name]?

art credit to Toma超想吃番茄 on yt!

…

“you sure this is a cat and not a fox or a vixen undercover?”

“yes, it is indeed a cat and not a fox or a vixen undercover. i’m guessing it’s a somali cat though it could be mixed breed with another different cat breed as well”

“you sure…?”

“please get out, and allow the others to show their pets”

yeah… the local vet is familiar with you and your many different cats. not to mention the amount of times you asked if meowpo was truly a cat and not a fox undercover because damn, is this cat fucking mischievous

an absolute fucking menace and i cannot stress this enough, god

the type of cat who would keep a straight eye contact with you as his soft squishy paw slowly pushes a cup full of your coffee towards the edge of the surface all the while keeping the :3 face

oh you thought meow yuan was bad and mischievous? you immediately took back your words the second you adopted meowpo

that’s how damn bad this little cat is

you know those moments that you have like,,, a cute aggression? but instead of smothering the cat with kisses and hugs and cuddles, you end up lovingly bullying the cat? yeah. that’s your eternal cycle with meowpo

“you stupid—“ kiss “—fucking” kiss “—cat!” kiss “when the fuck—“ kiss “—and where the fuck” kiss “—did you came from” kiss “—to make me suffer, huh?”

a never ending cycle and meowpo fucking revels in the sheer amount of times he can make you have lovingly bullying cute aggression moments

seems to have some sort of a rivalry with nyepard and surprisingly meow yuan

nyepard was completely understood and truthfully, you saw it coming. nyepard is a rule follower and an enforcer through and through meanwhile meowpo is a rule breaker

so imagine your surprise when you come back home one day to see meow yuan glaring at meowpo from his windowsill

“meow yuan, what’s gotten into you? why are you bullying meowpo?”

“mrreow!” oh meow yuan sounded a bit angry. which only served to double your shock since meow yuan is a very gentle cat despite his large size. gentle, affectionate, chatty, friendly and a bit mischievous at times but never hostile or mean

“mrreeeooww!” meowpo seems to complain as he makes his way over to hide behind your leg. he seems to be shaking or even afraid of the larger cat

to which, you immediately coddled and soothed meowpo over and scolded meow yuan afterwards. all the while meowpo gives meow yuan a knowing smug look

yeaaahhh… these idiots are fighting for your attention and affection

if meowpo isn’t somewhere inside the house, creating chaos and getting scolded by the other cats then you can definitely find him by asking a help from nyepard. nyeppie would dutifully carry out his duties and rat meowpo out in record time

but he isn’t always so mean or mischievous. the times where you fall sick and is having a hard time trying to breathe through your nostrils, meowpo is the one who takes care of the other cats’ bowls of food and water

it was a way of him hoping to help you out the tiniest bit as you lay bedridden

art credit to Toma超想吃番茄 on yt!

nyepard, the most… dog-like cat you would ever meet. but also a cheetah-like as well????

it’s hard to explain since nyeppie has spotted fur and the black smokey eye that cheetahs have and not to mention his large yet lean physique as well

the second largest. whereas meowade is also the second biggest due to his length, neppie is the second biggest due to being a bit on the… buffer? side

seriously, you were worried for a few days when nyepard kept growing and growing, showing absolutely no sign of stopping his growth spurt

thankfully, he isn’t as big as meow yuan

you don’t wanna live with the embarrassment of getting dragged down the street by another big ass cat chasing after a random pretty leaf they saw. nope. you can’t deal with the embarrassment and shame

and yes, you did dragged down the street when taking meow yuan out on a walk before but that is a story and second hand embarrassment for another time

another sweetheart despite his size

very doting, gentle, very shy when it comes to affections but still asks for them anyways because it’s you

the first time you took nyepard for his vet vaccinations, the veterinarian looked at you dead in the eyes as if saying “bestie, what the fuck?”

of course you would get weird stares whenever you take the big cat out for a walk. he’s as big as a doberman dog and the dotted furs of his doesn’t exactly help to direct attention away from yourself

but the sheer amount of power you feel when walking down the street with both meow yuan and nyepard by your two sides is fucking addicting

one cat that closely resembles a lion and another that looks like a cheetah. at least you sleep peacefully at night knowing that you have two scary cats privilege

scary dog privilege? [name] only knows and experiences scary cats privilege. at times it's adorable but also threatening as well because your bestie and some close co-workers know just how devoted and loyal your cats are towards you

nyeppie is the most loyal of them all. or at least, one who is willing to show it at each minute of the day with how dutifully he chases after insects with nyan heng, scolds meowpo or just is there to be your emotional support

by being your emotional support, nyeppie meant being there sitting beside your computer as you diligently types away at a work report and not to be your cuddle victim!!!! no, no no no, no no, you're not squishing his paws as you take him away in your arms to cuddle on the bed!! you always end up falling asleep!!!! what do you mean by it's completely fine that you have saved up the progress and the deadline isn't close yet?! the deadline is before midnight!!!

sigh...

if only cats could sigh heavily and smack his face with his palm as he watches you scamper about, trying to wake yourself up as you realize that you did ended up napping the day away with nyeppie in your arms

well, at least you managed to send the report in at time. by 'at time' you and him both meant at least 2 minutes before the deadline closed up

nyepard guesses you can cuddle with him this time since you managed to finish the report within a record time of 47 minutes

art credit to mm_mako22 on danbooru!

luonya is probably the most weirdest cat you ever had the pleasure of adopting. and that was saying something because you're pretty sure you live with a long lost lion and a cheetah and a fox cats!!!!

and he's just a simple, silly, lovely cream colored turkish angora!!!!!

ah, whatever. you guess its just life's way of dealing you karma by making you live with a bit quirky 8 cats

jokes and a lot of conspiracy theories pushed aside for now, time to focus on the present AKA 'the pretty cat'

oh yes, while meow yuan was getting dubbed as 'the handsome cat' by almost everyone who meets him, luonya was rightfully dubbed as 'the pretty cat'

at this point, you're damn sure that your friends and co-workers come around only to coo over your cats and to spoil them rather than spending time with you... understandable, because you too would do the same without a single ounce of shame and you absolutely mean every damn word

one time, just for shits and giggles and a bunch of pictures to take of your latest cat, you signed him up for a cat beauty pageant

it was only for shits and giggles and a reason to snap pictures of luonya in a pretty cat costumes and stuff, you swear!! so imagine your surprise and how far down your jaw went slack when the host announced your cat, luonya as the cat beauty pageant winner!!!

yeah...

it was a chaotic thing to happen truly and the small glares and backhanded compliments the other cat parents were giving you was making you break out in cold sweat. at least, you have your pretty cat with you to soothe yourself a bit

and a nice whopping 300K dollars as the victor money!!!! damn, you're rich as shit now

not for too long since that money is gonna fly away in the wind due to the fact that you adopted a literal 7 cats and a kitten

worth it, you cry internally as you pay for the 50 kilograms of cat food all the while luonya gently meows at you as in a way of saying "hurry up, dear. we still have to pick up the wet food and the snacks too"

hhhh yeah

this cream colored turkish angora of yours is absolutely drop dead gorgeous yet at the same time he also has a very large secretive look on his face. there's just something about the way that luonya just acts, always sitting atop a high place in the house, as he just stares into the souls of everyone within the room

weirdly smells like either flowers or of medicine and pills and there's absolutely no in between. it's either giving lilies or pills but either way, your cat is a girlboss and he seems to know it as well

not entirely affectionate like meow yuan or meowpo but he is also not too talkative either. a bit of something in between along the lines

is affectionate and talkative at times but prefer it if you would be asleep or when its just you two when he finally decides to curl up on your lap

overall, luonya is a very gentle yet also a very suspicious cat but is oki, he girlboss and he knows what he wants and needs with how he sometimes fakes choking noises to make you get up in light speed

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volensnolenss · 4 months

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“𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐌𝐄, 𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓?”

𝓢𝓾𝓶𝓶𝓪𝓻𝔂: he has no other choice when you’re silent and look so pretty;

𝓒𝓸𝓷𝓽𝓮𝓷𝓽: nsfw!mdni, reader is 18 and Gojo is 30, unprotected sex, creampie, aftercare, teasing, praise, he calls you ‘baby, sweetheart, little girl’ and etc;

“Who is she?” You walked down the steps and watched the woman leave the house. You stared at Gojo, who was reluctantly sorting through the papers.

“What’s that? Is my little girl jealous?” You unwillingly approached him, and he laughed at you and at the same time pacified your suspicion by stroking your back.

You were wearing a damn short milk dress with a satin bow on the chest. The fabric of your outfit was thin enough for him to feel your soft and delicate skin that hides underneath.

“Yes, I'm jealous. And you still haven't answered my question.” You gave in to his power and sat comfortably on his lap, lifting the fabric even higher, giving him a view of your hips.

Your appearance is the epitome of youth and charm. Gojo can't help but look at you, his eyes fall limply down, looking at you and you know it perfectly well. He is so lucky to see such a sweet girl like you every day and wake up in the morning in your arms.

“She was in the same class with me.” You ignored his words and looked at him sullenly anyway. Gojo's hand gently rested on your thigh, stroking under your dress, “Baby, you love me, right?” he squeezed your thigh with one hand and played with the satin ribbon on your chest with the other.

You were silent because of your stubborn nature, although you love him with all your heart, especially his caresses and the way he treats you.

“You can stay quiet all you want” He lifted you up in his arms, “But silence doesn't last forever.” You got your way by pulling his trigger, smiling slightly at his phrase.

And he likes to be fooled by your words. You're so sly and so charming at the same time that Gojo can't do anything about it.

“Satoru, it’s too big!” He plunges only his tip into your wet cunt, but already forces you to whimper under him, “Shh, sweetie, you’re not going to upset me?” He continued to slowly penetrate you, which made you sense every inch of his cock, “You are as always my good and little girl. Only you can make me feel great.” Gojo whispered in your ear how he’s going to fuck you so much that you would be pleased and you would beg him to do that several times, exchanging your principle for this pleasure.

He is blown away by the way his cock thrusts against your wet walls, you hug and take Satoru so pleasantly that he is ready to spend the whole night just on you.

“I-I can’t- mhm Satoru!” You whimpered at how deliciously he hits the very bottom of your pussy, and a pleasant tingling gradually builds up in the bottom of your stomach, “Sorry but you’re so pretty when you’re crying” With his thumb, Gojo carefully wipes the tears from your cheek, looking at your shiny long eyelashes and a look asking for as much as possible.

“And now it's your turn to answer the question.” His hand squeezed between your shaking thighs and his finger lazily drew circles on your clit. Gojo knows that he is ruining you with this, but to see you, completely carried away by your pleasure, start to smoke out what he wants to hear is something that will satisfy his inner demon even more.

“Yes, yes, yes love you so mu-uch” You meow under him, reaching your peak, squeezing his cock. How Gojo likes to turn you into a wet whining mess of a sweet and cold-blooded girl, seemingly indestructible at first glance.

“That’s it, sweetheart. I know that my dick makes your head dizzy.” You moan with bliss, arching your back like a cat, feeling like a vertebra and tightly wrapping your legs around his waist, pulling Gojo as close to you as possible.

“You make it so great-” He spreads your legs wider, “I know, it’s too much but have a little patient, angel. Fuck- I’m close.” his pace becomes terribly sharp and aggressive, he pushes into your poor tight pussy even deeper, making sure that your walls completely encircle his large cock, he cum, trying to completely fill you and so that not a single drop flows out in vain.

You moan softly when he pulls away from you, leaving you without a feeling of pleasant fullness.

He looked at you like a painting he created himself: You try your best to press your hips together so that his cum doesn't leak out of your aching pussy, but he grins at you “Nah, you're doing wrong” and Gojo spreads your leg again and with his long fingers fuck it back, “Satoru…”

He grins and slowly removes his fingers from your core. “Baby, you did so well.” He calmed your trembling legs, leaving kisses on the places where he held you tightly. “Have I exhausted you that much?”He cooed to you, getting close to your face, brushing the wet hair off your forehead.

“It's a pleasant tiredness.” He laughed, but you were so lazy to argue when Gojo caressed your emaciated body so gently that you just didn't say anything.

He lay comfortably on his side next to you, stroking you, tracing the curves of your body Satoru's lips clung to your temple “I can conclude that only my cock can get you to talk.”

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disneyprincemuke · 2 months

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just a responsible pet owner * fem!driver

she comes home after a night of drinking, suddenly concerned about what their pets are eating

pairings: logan sargeant x fem!driver

notes: hi ive had this fic idea in my head FOR WEEKS and i think it's so funny so here we are

(series masterlist) | (📂 the sophomore year)

“be careful!” logan scolds as she pushes the door open, stumbling into the door as she opens it.

she kicks her heels off as she waves logan off who’s trailing behind her, arms held out protectively in case she were to fall into one of their shelves.

“i’m fine,” she mutters, slowly walking and swaying further into their apartment. she has her hands held out on both walls of the entryway to steady herself, desperately ignoring the way the room spins and how she’s stepping on her foot every time she walks.

“i hardly believe that. you drank too much, rocky,” logan sighs, scratching his head.

this could have been easier if she’d just agreed to let him carry her back from his car to their apartment. she wouldn’t have had to struggle stumbling everywhere in her heels, knees giving in every couple of steps.

she shakes her head. “i’m fine– oh! my kids! hello, kids!”

she drops to her knees next to the black cat by his feeding bowl, meowing at her as he puts his two front paws on her thigh. “hi, kid. did you miss me?” she grabs both sides of the cat's face, hunching over and pressing kisses to the top of the cat’s head. “i missed you. what are you doing? are you eating?”

“i think he was eating,” logan mutters. he bends over and puts a hand on her shoulder, squeezing it lightly. “we should really get you to bed — take off your makeup and drink lots of water. how does that sound?”

she turns around, eyebrows furrowed at him with a frown. “that sounds stupid.”

he lifts his eyebrows. “oh?”

“yeah,” she hums, wrapping her arms around kidnapper, who willingly gets into her lap. “i want to cuddle with my baby.” she rests her cheek on the top of the black cat’s head, then opens her eyes. “is your food even nice?”

shortly, the corgi starts trudging up to her happily, prompting the young girl to squeak and open her arms up to the pup. stubby reciprocates and cuddles into her lap, tail wagging in happiness at her affection.

“dude,” logan repeats himself in a slightly firmer tone. “you need to drink some water and get to bed. at this rate, you’ll fall asleep on the floor.”

“wait,” she mutters, dropping the animals in her hands. she tilts her entire body and rests her head on the wall. “am i even feeding you well? is your food as yummy as you make it out to be?”

logan lets out a soft cry, his arm darting out immediately to grab her wrist before she could grab a kibble from the cat bowl. “that’s cat food.”

“i know,” she says in a whisper, her other hand coming around to tear his grip off her. “i just want to taste their food and make sure they’re eating well.”

if you had told him 5 hours ago that this would be the outcome of their night out, he wouldn’t have believed you. she’d always prided herself in having control over her body when she was drunk, but it seems that she’s just in another dimension tonight. he assumes it’s the 4 cups of margaritas that she downed in 10 minutes before he dragged them out of the club.

“that’s not for you!”

“stop telling me what not to eat! you’re not noah!” she squeaks, turning around to shove him away. “it’s just cat and dog food — i won’t get sick!”

logan throws his head back. “i can’t risk that! noah will kill me if anything happens to you before the race this weekend!”

she lets out a soft scream when he grabs both of her arms, pulling her away from the pet bowls, throwing her head back and resting it on his shoulder. “let me be the pet food police! if they’re not nice, i have to change the brand we’re getting!”

“mate, if they didn’t think it was nice, they wouldn’t be eating it!” logan fights back, pulling her arms back from darting forward to get a taste of their food. “stop trying to try it!”

“fine!” she drops her arms to her side as logan finally lets go of her. she blinks blankly and pouts her bottom lip out. “can i have a glass of water please?”

he stares at her, slightly hesitant. “you’re not going to do anything stupid?”

she shakes her head and drops it slightly, her hair falling down the sides of her face. “i’m thirsty. please?”

“okay,” logan nods, slowly scrambling to get off the floor. “stay here, okay? don’t go anywhere; i’ll help you get to bed after you drink some water.”

but he should have known better than to leave her unattended at that state. he had left for 20 seconds maximum to hurriedly get her a cup of water. when he came back, she’s lying on her stomach, chin in her hand with her elbow propped up against the ground, chewing away on something.

“hey, what the fuck are you eating?” logan screams, putting the cup down on their dining table and rushing over to where she is on the ground. “mate, you’re worse than stubby when he was a puppy! what are you eating?”

she doesn’t have the same urgency. her feet are in the air and she turns to him with doe eyes. “it’s kinda bland.” she looks at kidnapper, lying down innocently next to her. “how do you eat that, mate? it’s got no taste at all.”

she doesn’t spare logan another glance, just turns away and turns to stubby’s bowl. “what about you, tubs? what does your food taste like?”

“stop eating their food! if you’re that hungry, i’ll make you a sandwich!” logan scolds, climbing on her back to pull her away from the pets’ corner. “that’s not your food. stop eating it!”

“i need to see if their food is good food!” she continues to defend herself, pushing her arm forward in hopes that logan would be the first to give up the fight. “please! i’m a concerned pet owner!” she turns her head. “you don’t care for my kids!”

logan rolls his eyes. “yes, i do! i walk stubby every morning we’re home!”

“if you cared for them more, you’d try their food so that we know what we’re feeding them!”

“that’s not the same thing!”

“yes, it is! leave me alone!”

“rocky! pet food is not human food!”

“i just wanna try it!”

“give it up! you’ve tried kidnapper’s food and that’s enough,” logan sighs, dropping himself on the floor next to her. his hands, however, are still gripping hers and tiredly pulling her away from the bowls. “please stop trying to eat their food. it’s not for you.”

“why not?” she whines, now dropping her head to rest on her arm. “i’m being a responsible pet owner, mate.”

“no, you’re just being stupid.”

“aw, take that back!”

“but you are!”

“you’re always so mean to me!” she squeaks, lifting her head to look at him. “i’m going to bed!”

logan chuckles, “if you can get up and make it to bed by yourself, i’ll let you eat stubby’s kibble.”

she sighs loudly and drops her head again, followed by an even louder whine. “fine. you got me.”

they let the silence overcome them for a moment, his hands still gripping hers tightly. he’s let his guard down too easily once tonight and there is absolutely no way that she will get the best of him again.

“can you take me to my bed now?” she starts softly. “and i’d like that glass of water now.”

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svnarin · 2 months

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⊹˚₊‧ ATTENTION

xavier thinks that your recently adopted cat is taking your attention away from him. spoilers: xavier just doesn't want to share your attention, even if it's just with a cat.

“uh xavier, why are you having a staring contest with our cat?” you ask, tilting your head as you look at what is in front of you—xavier holding your cat up in the air, staring intently into the cat’s soul while it meows and purrs in his hold.

“i just realized something…this cat has been hoarding all your attention these past few days,” xavier responds without batting an eye on you as he still holds your cat up in the air.

xavier is definitely jealous of your cat. petty, right? you cannot blame him, though, because even before you adopted your cat together, he was the og housecat in this household—your oversized housecat to be specific.

don’t get xavier wrong because he actually liked the idea of the two of you adopting your first together. and when the two of you finally adopted one, he also ended up loving it—he just did not expect that your cat would “take” your attention away from him.

before, xavier could always cuddle with you on the bed or couch and he always had your hands ruffling his hair while you were both cuddling. your hands are always just on him and nothing else, but now? he can’t even cuddle with you without your hand petting your cat. sometimes, you would even bring your cat on your lap to pet it or play with it, which prevents him from lying his head on your lap as he reads a book like he usually does.

“xavier, wait…are you jealous of our cat?” you can’t help but give out a chuckle.

“hey, don’t laugh at me,” xavier protests as he tries to hide his embarrassment by averting his eyes from yours.

“oh c’mon, xavier. our cat likes you.” you walk right up to xavier. “just look at it.” you point at your cat. “see? it’s staring at you with round pupils and it’s purring in your hold,” you point out, taking the cat from his hold before putting it down. and just right after putting it down, your cat walks toward you and rubs itself on your ankle.

you are about to crouch down and pet it when all of a sudden xavier hugs you from the back as he rests his head on your nape. “if we had only adopted a plushie instead, i would still have all your attention,” he muttered.

“you sure about that?” you tease xavier, making him huff.

“hm…anyway, do you want to go to destiny café? it’s been so long since we last went there,” xavier hums on your nape.

“oh, i would love to! but…what about our cat? it might get lonely and cry if there’s no one home to keep it company…”

it’s that cat again, xavier thought. don’t get him wrong—he loves the cat you two adopted much as you love it too; he just thinks that it is stealing all your attention away from him. he hates to admit it, but it is making him a little bit jealous—that is what he thinks. in his defense, he is only a little bit jealous, even though in reality, it is not like the cat is taking all your attention away from him—he just has to share your attention with it.

“but don’t worry, xavier! i was actually thinking of buying a cat backpack so that we can bring our cat with us, so maybe let’s wait for it to arrive instead?”

xavier just hummed but didn’t exactly respond to your question. you can’t see it from your perspective, but from your nape, he is eyeing your cat—thinking that it is his nemesis that has finally brainwashed you into bringing it on your date. now he thinks he really has to do something about it.

just as you were enjoying the company of xavier on your back and your cat on your feet, the cat started meowing at the two of you all of a sudden. looking at your wall clock to check the time, you realize that it is already time for your cat to eat, leading you to remove xavier’s hands from your waist before walking to the kitchen to feed your cat as it follows you from behind.

just right after you go into the kitchen to feed your cat, xavier immediately pulls out his phone from his pants before starting to type on it, seeming like trying to chat with someone.

you walk right towards the couch in your living room to lay on it right after you feed your cat. xavier immediately notices it, finding it as a chance for him to finally get physical affection from you and solo it while your cat is eating and leading him to lay on top of you just like a cat.

“xavier, you are such a housecat,” you chuckle as you ruffle his hair.

“yeah, yeah, i’m your housecat—your first housecat. now, just focus on me.”

“mhm.”

it didn’t even take much time when you heard your cat start meowing. it seems like it is finally done eating. how fast, xavier thinks, feeling a little bit annoyed that he now has to share your attention with it again.

your cat jumps on the couch and then to xavier before resting itself like a loaf of bread on xavier’s back.

“see? our cat really likes you.”

“yeah, yeah. now don't pet it and ruffle my hair instead. also go ready yourself in a few minutes because we’re going out.”

“go out? but what about the ca—” ding dong—you never got to end your sentence when the doorbell rang all of a sudden.

“seems like he came to the apartment earlier than i thought he would.”

“xavier, who was that?”

“caleb.”

“uh, since when did you even get caleb’s phone number?”

“no more questions,” xavier responds as he taps the cat from his back, making it jump off of him so that he can open the door for caleb. he stands up from the couch before looking at you with a smile. “don’t you think we also need some alone time with each other, yeah? now go get yourself ready because we are going out for the rest of the day. my treat.”

you didn’t get the chance to question xavier any further since he had already gone to the door to open it for caleb, so you did what he just asked you and went to the bedroom to get yourself ready.

“thanks for coming all the way here, caleb.”

“no worries, xavier. anything for pip-squeak,” caleb laughs as he taps on xavier’s shoulder before crouching to pick up your cat and petting it in his arms.

just right after you finished readying yourself, you were immediately greeted by caleb as soon as you got into the living room. “caleb, it’s so good to see you!” you come up to hug him. “how’s grandma doing? aren’t you busy? i’m sorry for disturbing you.”

“what? no! don’t be sorry, pip-squeak. plus, i was about to swing by here anyway. and don’t worry, grandma is doing just well.”

“but what brings you here exactly?” you ask.

“well, xavier told me that he needs someone to look after your cat since you haven’t had a good walk around linkon city ‘cause no one can babysit your cat, so here am i.”

“you really didn’t have to do that.” you elbowed xavier playfully when the two of you were finally walking through the hallway. “be grateful caleb isn’t busy today.”

“i am grateful, you know—really grateful,” xavier chuckle. “hm, since it worked, i should probably start calling caleb to babysit our cat whenever we go out on a date so that i can have all your attention to myself.”

“seriously, xavier?” you laugh.

“you bet. now don’t even think about buying that cat backpack so that you can bring our cat to our future dates.”

𝐒𝐕𝐍𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐍 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒 | 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

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gtgbabie0 · 1 year

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Hiii can I request Leon visiting gn readers home/apartment for the first time and he sees their pet cat? Like how would he respond.. if that makes any sense lol.. thank youu!! ❤️

Leon Kennedy x reader -

Im crying, this is so cute, Hope you enjoy my love!

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Leon has honestly never found a cat so cute, maybe he’s biased because it’s your cat but he swears he's the cutest little fluff ball he’s ever seen, well-kept fur coat, and the cutest little meow he’s ever heard.

“Hey buddy” he coos, scratching the small feline behind his ear and his heart melts with love, he’s never been a big pet fanatic before he’s never really had the time to really look after one with his demanding job, and all.

“Oh you’ve met Miso, he’s a cutie right?” You smile walking into the living room with two cold beers, handing Leon one before taking a seat, you watch in amazement as Miso jumps up onto Leon’s lap.

“Yeah, he’s a great host, very welcoming,” Leon chuckles petting the fury friend as he lets small meows.

“I’ve actually never seen him so vocal with someone else before, he’s normally really shy,” you say, “I think he approves of you” you giggle and Leon looks up at you with soft eyes, a loving gaze.

“Yeah?” He asks bashfully with a boyish smile.

“Oh definitely” you agree, nodding your head, you watch as Miso walks over to you with a certain strut to his step, you giggle as he plops himself down by your feet, head resting on your foot.

“Such a drama queen,” you say rubbing his belly as he lets out an approving meow.

“You— erm… you staying tonight?” You ask, suddenly feeling a little shy, Leon smiles at you noticing the way you bite your lip slightly out of bad habit.

It’s not like you two haven’t shared a bed before, you’ve stayed at his before so in all honesty, the question shouldn’t make you feel this nervous, but it's Leon, and you can't help the butterflies that swarm your belly when he looks at you with those soft pretty eyes, or when he laughs and his nose scrunches a little with joy, how he's so gentle with you, it makes you feel sick with love.

“Only if you want me to sweetness” he answers, taking a sip of his beer, he never wants you to be uncomfortable, and he certainly doesn’t want to be the person to make you uncomfortable.

“Yeah of course I do, I think Miso wants you to say too” you giggle motioning to your very indecisive cat as he walks back over to Leon, and you chuckle when he jumps up onto the couch curling up beside Leon’s thigh.

“Well then guess I’m staying, would hate to disappoint you both” Leon chuckles as he strokes behind Miso’s ear, and you feel all tingly with love when he tips his head, beckoning for you to come and take a seat next to him, with his arm out, and you do because you always want to be close to him.

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pellucid-constellations · 7 months

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Hey!!! I just finished reading song of Achilles and I have been crying for the better part of the last hour while reading, hence in serious need of some Bucky comfort. So how about college or lumberjack Bucky (cuz they’re my favorites) who don’t really understand the whole fuzz over books but still holding his girl while she sobs her chest out out about a book (you can change the book of you want), hot tears down her face, ugly crying yknow?

It’s okay if you don’t want to :)) Have a great day 💕💕💕

Pairing: lumberjack!bucky x reader (can be read separately from undisclosed, but also a little reference to it)

A/n: Okay sooo this was so sweet and I had to write a drabble for it!! All this angst I've been writing needs some comfort! :)

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He hears the crying first.

It’s a terrible sound that constricts his chest each time it meets his ears. Bucky would like to consider himself partially responsible for your tears becoming a rare occurrence, so when he hears them, he experiences an array of emotions—fear, panic, a twisted sort of heartbreak.

At the front door of his home, Bucky strains his ears to confirm what he’s already dreading. Because maybe you weren’t crying. Maybe you were sick? That wasn’t much better, but at least it was a more concrete issue.

When he hears the tissue box and the loud meow from Alpine—the closest thing to concern he’d ever heard from a cat—Bucky doesn’t even take his coat off before he’s barreling into your bedroom.

You startle, puffy eyes darting up to him as he takes up space in the small room.

And he’s devastated. You hadn’t looked like that in a long time, all tear-stained cheeks and frazzled hair. Bucky considers the multitude of reasons you could be so upset, but then decides it doesn't matter. Not when you’re looking at him like that.

“Oh, honey,” he coos. His socks make soft sounds on the carpet as he walks over to you, but the action only sends more tears down your face. Bucky could collapse. “Sweetheart, what happened?”

You don’t say much at first, opting to bury your face into his chest the second he makes contact with the bed. It’s too warm in here for the amount of clothes he’s wearing. Bucky doesn’t really care. You keep crying—Bucky keeps running his fingers through your hair.

Each sob that leaves your lips sounds more broken than the last, breaking Bucky down bit by bit. He wants to fix this, make it better, but Bucky has never been good with words. He’d been trying, for you. He will try now.

“Tell me what happened, sweet girl?” he mumbles into the skin of your temple, lips hesitant to leave your skin. He was always better with physical communication. He was also the best at loving you like this.

Your breathing gets choppy as you try to calm down. Shallow puffs of air meet the stitching of his sweater, and he rocks you as a way to coax a more steady pattern into your lungs. Even though he was wrought with panic, you were okay. Bucky had you, so you were okay.

“He—he died, Buck,” you eventually choke out. “He died and then there was no—there was nothing—” your words cut off again as more tears soak his chest.

“Who?” he stresses, although his tone doesn’t give that away. “Who, honey? Someone you know?”

“No,” you sob. The sound knocks the air from Bucky’s lungs.

Taking inventory in his head, that means all of his friends are safe, all of your friends. It means your awful family is alive as well, and while that doesn't matter much to him, at least he knows it isn’t the source of your strife. But the pain in your voice, the way you were limp against him and fighting for air.

Bucky couldn’t understand.

“Tell me who. What has you so sad, hm?” he tries, voice dropping into an even gentler tone.

You dig your fingers into Bucky’s jacket, pulling away after a moment. Bucky reaches for you, trying to chase your figure because he wasn’t done trying to make this better, he needs to make you better. But then you slap something into his lap and he’s confused again.

“Them,” you all but sob, turning back into the material of his jacket.

Bucky wraps an arm around your shoulders as he inspects the book on his thighs. He’s still lost, but your crying has morphed into sniffles so he asks, “What was that, sweet girl?”

He’s packing it on with the endearments, but seeing you like this is brutal.

“In the book,” you explain. “They were so in love. And then he died. And afterwards—Bucky it was awful.”

Oh.

A book.

This is manageable, to Bucky. You’re not in pain and he can handle this.

He hauls you closer into his chest. You shuffle until your frame is enclosed by his. Bucky’s size had always been something he found inconvenient until you came into his life. Because after that, he found it was good at making you feel safe. A way to protect you from anything.

Even… a book?

Surely a book.

“Hey, it’s alright, I got you,” he hums.

“Never die,” you whisper, and Bucky's mouth twists uncomfortably.

“I won’t.”

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jujutsukatsuki · 28 days

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Memories || B.K

|| in honor of someone sending in a hate mail about my writing and specifically part one of this work, which you don’t have to read to understand this. Here’s part two! This is dedicated to that hater! Listen to Memories by Conan Gray to get the full effect! ||

It had been six months since she saw him, since he broke her heart. Since he walked out the door like she meant nothing. She saw him on tv often, Pro Hero Dynamite, every week it was a report about how he saved the city or was accepting a new award for his heroics.

It wasn’t fair.

She stilled lived in the same apartment, mainly cause they had signed a two year lease so she couldn’t leave. She had finally managed to get herself to stop crying when she would look at the old pictures of the two of them.

She watches the rain out the window, a black cardigan pulled around her as she sees the sidewalks puddled with water. She takes a sip of her red wine as a soft knock breaks the gentle silence of the apartment. The cat she had gotten a month after he left her, gently meows and jumped up on the entry table next to the dark oak front door.

The walk to the door is quick from her cozy chair that overlooks the sidewalk. She looks through the peephole and sees red eyes peering through it at her. She jumps before she opens the door.

“Bakugou?” The use of his last name makes his skin crawl, he groans.

“I just.. can we talk? Y/n?” He looks at her, he can watch the gears in her brain turn as she looks at him. She can see how wet his hoodie is and she can’t help but open the door for him.

He slides in and goes to walk into the living room but stumbles over the cat.

“Who put a fuckin’ cat there?!” He grumbled before letting the cat sniff his hand.

She watches him cautiously, like she’s a wild animal and he’s prey.

Somehow they end up on the kitchen floor, Bakugou is wrapped in a blanket, his clothes put in the dryer. Y/n has her back against the cabinets as she watches him, her knees are pulled tight to her chest as if they were a shield guarding her heart from him.

“I miss you.” His voice is rough, she can see the remainder of the black make up he wore under his hero mask.

“I wish you’d stay in my memories.” She bites back, her tone is sharp, callous, calculated.

“I deserve that.” He agrees and runs his hands through the damp blonde streaks, the black cat named Starfire had curled up next to him.

‘Traitor’ Y/n thinks in her head as she eyes her companion.

“I hate what I did to you.. I was trying to pr-“

“So help me god if you say protect me.” Y/n snaps, her eyes watering from the confrontation.

“Y/n.. baby.. you don’t get it..” he tried to reason, his eyes search hers for any hope that he can explain.

“I get it. I got it when I came home to a half empty apartment and you sat me down and then walked out. I understood when you blocked my number. I understood when you had security kick me out of your agency when I wanted to talk to you.”

Bakugou closes his eyes, the alcohol has gotten to his head and he feels ill, or maybe it’s the guilt for his actions.

“You protected me all through out high school and college and I supported you when you were in hero school and starting out and you faced greater threats then whatever it was this time. You didn’t leave me then. So what was it Bakugou? What the fuck was it?!”

His last name on her tongue feels wrong, he wants to hear katsuki from her pretty lips.

“I.. I got scared. I wanted to marry you but I got scared. I wasn’t ready.” He whispers and moves closer to Y/n, he moves to lay on the ground, his head in her lap.

“Please Y/n… I’m sorry… please understand.”

She can feel the tears fall on the bare skin of her thigh, she thinks about the last few months that they were together in her head. The way he had gotten a call about a nine thousand dollar transaction on his card, the way he always would stand in the closet and be staring at something but hide it away when Y/n would come around. His mom texting and asking when they could go get their nails done even when they had never done that before.

Y/n looks down at the sobbing drunk man and sighs, she rubs the bridge of her nose and squeezes her eyes shut. The sound of the dryer going off rips her from all thought.

“I’ll be right back.” She gently maneuvers out from under him and goes to get his laundry. When she returns with the clothes, he’s still on the floor petting Starfire and whispering to himself.

“Your mom is so beautiful, I wish I never fucked things up.. I miss her every day. I know I ruined her but I could fix it.. make it up.. god..”

Y/n clears her throat and Bakugou sits up quickly startling Starfire who scampers off.

“You can sleep in the guest room. You’re in no condition to drive or walk.“

Bakugou stands up, keeping the blanket tight around him.

“Okay,” he agrees and walks to where the guest room was, he loved this apartment, remembered the day the two moved in like it was yesterday. He opens the door and it looks different. Y/n’s things are in here.

“Wrong door.” Y/n says as she crosses her arms over her chest.

Bakugou turns and opens their old bedroom. The guest room furniture was now in here.

“Why?” He asks and looks at her.

“Couldn’t stand to be in there.” She looks away.

He doesn’t say anything else as he goes into the room.

“Oh. Here.” She grabs his clothes from the kitchen counter and hands them to him.

“Thanks Y/n.” He smiles, his head feels gross, he needs to lay down.

“Yeah. Well good night.”

She walks into her bedroom and closes the door, she puts her back against it and slides down it, hands running through her hair.

Y/n lets herself cry, she sniffles as she wipes her tears on the black cardigan. It’s not fair she tells herself that right as she’s fully put back together he comes in here and fucks it all up, it’s not fair that he can ruin her own self image of herself and run back to her like it meant nothing.

She takes her sweater off and puts on a big t shirt and crawls into bed. Within a few minutes there’s a knock at the door and Bakugou peeks his head in.

“Y/n?” He says “I love you.” He finishes.

Her eyes flick to him and she jumps out of bed, the door flying open to see his full body

“No. No. No. No.” she picks up a pillow and starts to hit him with it, all the rage she had built up exploding out.

“You don’t get to say that! You don’t get to come here and ruin my life over again like you did already! You don’t get to make me believe that we could be something again when you already proved that I was nothing! You made me feel like I was nothing! Don’t you understand that you’re holding yourself back from finding someone you actually love?! I was barely surviving after you left! It’s not fair!” She screams at him, tears rolling down her cheeks like the storm that rages outside.

Her face is red and warm and her body feels like she’s laying on hot coals. Bakugou gently grabs her and pulls her into a hug, she can faintly smell the cologne he always used, the one she still kept in her bathroom. She can smell the beer on him as well. She breaks down in his arms, she can barely hold herself up as he strokes her back and holds her.

“Shhh, I got you. It’s okay.” He whispers and pulls her to the bed, he lays down with her on his chest. He keeps a tight hold.

“I’m sorry… I’m so sorry.” He whispers over and over.

They fall asleep like that. When the sun comes up and shines in their eyes, they lay in the aftermath of the storm. Bakugou wakes up first like he always did. Y/n isn’t far behind when she feels gentle kisses on her forehead.

“Morning sleeping beauty.” He whispers

“Hi.” She muttered and closes her eyes once again.

Maybe they didn’t have to be what they were before, maybe they could be something better.

Bakugou gently sits up and holds her.

“I am sorry Y/n.. and I do miss you. Just please.. one shot..”

Y/n takes a deep inhale of the cologne that sticks to his body. She slowly nods.

“Okay.. one shot, that’s all you get.”

“That’s all I need. I won’t fuck up again. I promise.”

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s3thwrit3sstuff · 2 months

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hello seth! i don’t think my tumblr works with anon so i’ll just send it like this! i’m a huge fan of your writing and i absolutely adore it. whenever i am in the need for a good story and writing inspiration i go to your blog. so i was hoping if you could write a sally face fic! i haven’t seen too many on here and willing to write for m reader or ftm.

i like the thought of being with sally and just having time with him, soft domestic type stuff. then he starts asking you how you really feel about his face and you smile and take off his mask with permission and kiss him saying he’s beautiful and to not worry. you kiss him and hold him. he then sits up but keeps your lips locked and you begin to explore each other sexually but in a such intimate way you both are crying almost. if you want could be m reader but i would love a ftm reader! can we also have reader be bottom but still be guiding sally and affirming him. i know this is a big ask and you’re always working so hard so please take liberty with this ask! take what you want from it and remove what you don’t like. i just love you’re writing. take your time as well! writing can be draining sometimes and you really need to find that inspiration so i want to make sure you feel no pressure!

have a good day/night/evening!!<3

❝ I'll show you how we're supposed to feel (when we meet at Orion's belt) ❞

warnings: mentions of facial dysphoria, self-deprecating thoughts (Sal), unprotected sex, praise (a lot of it), minor hair pulling, creampies, AFAB terminology (clit referred to as dick/cock, terms like cunt and boypussy are used)

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authors note: thank you so much for your kind words! hearing that you use my writing as writing inspiration made me feel so warm and fuzzy on the inside oh lord 😭 you're too kind! This request was the softest one I've ever worked on, thank you so much for gracing me with the opportunity to write this~

*song on repeat: Orion's Belt by Sabrina Claudio / Baby Girl by SMNM

"Cold, cold, cold," Sal lifts his head from the couch. The sight of you rushing down the wooden stairs in nothing but a towel makes him lift himself to sit. "Fuck! Sal, you should put carpet in here!" Grinning, he leans forward and folds himself in half to stare at you furiously lifting the towel up to wrap around your shoulders instead.

"You hate carpet. B'sides, it'll get that weird moldy smell in here. I told you to get those fuzzy slippers," Gizmo meows in agreement from his corner of the couch. "Traitor!" you exclaim and he simply meows once again, lifting a leg to lick his stomach and Sal reaches over to give his head a good scratch.

"See? Even Gizmo agrees."

"Gizmo has in-built fuzzy socks. He has no say in this," your huffing and puffing simply makes Sal roll his eye, lifting Gizmo up to place the large cat right on his stomach while he props his head onto the armrest of the couch. Gizmo stretches out onto his torso, unbothered by the change in position while he presses his nose into Sal's chest and twists until he's nearly full on his back; the action makes Sal secure the old cat on him. His olive-toned arm loosely wrapped across Gizmo's purring body.

You're still rambling but it's all background noise to Sal. The sight of your bare legs and backside calls for his attention and despite how guilty he feels, he can't help but drag his sight all the way up to your — now — bare shoulders. The towel is now limply draped over the towel rack, and your muscles and bones are moving seamlessly underneath the fabric of your skin.

Everything about you can make him feel like he's going to explode. In a good way, if you can believe it. He sure as hell didn't. Sal remembers the first time he saw you, thinking you looked cool and that it was nice your interests lined with his. Somehow you managed to become more than that.

More always scared Sal. It was greedy and selfish. He wasn't religious but there was a sense of anxiety that came from wanting and needing more than you were given. Some sort of divine guilt was planted within him through passing by churches and reading the signs of worship plastered on billboards. Needing more is frightening, especially from other people.

More time spent with you two. More hours of listening to you speaking. More days spent with you in his home, bare skin and bare soul all for him and only him.

It frightened him!

Because, as self-centered as it sounds, he'd have to give you more. Don't take this the wrong way, he wants to — God, he wants to — but...but...

What if you don't like all that he has?

The fabric of his skin is spoiled. Marred. One of his eyes is artificial, his jaw asymmetrical, bone blown to bits, nose cut off and skin grafts stitched together and spliced.

His heart hammers in his chest, and his breathing is shaky as he squeezes Gizmo. The patch-furred critter mews, twisting once again and crawling up. His weight on Sal's chest is comforting. The pressure across it squeezed down on him, reminding his body that it was real and he was safe.

"In conclusion, I propose we buy a heater! That way we can — "

You're dressed in Sal's pajama pants, hands in the middle of pulling down the oversized band shirt when you notice Sal squeezing his eyes shut.

"Sal? Baby? What's wrong?" You sit by his legs, placing a hand on his knee and pressing your hands on it to ease him back down. "You're okay, baby. You're okay." It's not often Sal gets like this. You've known him ever since he came to Nockfell County; you know he's the type of person to withdraw within himself when his anxieties get the best of him. He's certainly gotten better with time and as your friendship — and eventual relationship — got stronger, the both of you worked on ways to lean on each other when things get tough.

Sal inhales deeply, Gizmo raising with the motion, and exhales. You don't pry more, giving him room to find the words and tether back to you. Gizmo's purrs muffle the silence.

"Sorry, just, the sight of your ass gave me a heart attack, Jesus," the joke is met with a loose grin but Sal knows you better than that. Still. He's grateful you snort at his jesting. Gizmo stands — Sal grimaces as he puts all his weight on his sternum — then walks over to your lap instead. The sight makes him calm down.

The faded grey of the once-black band shirt and his pajama pants do too. It's silly but the sight of you in everything that's his comforts a part of him. You're here. You're in love with him. Your gaze holds nothing but patience and adoration and a tinge of worry.

But you're here, in his clothes, in his room, his cat in your lap, and your hands on his body.

"You feeling better, Sal?" He nods, pushing to sit. "Do you wanna talk about it, baby?" Gizmo gives your chin one more bump before he jumps on the floor and meanders his way to his food bowl. Taking the chance, you inch closer to Sal and he's grateful for it.

You're not scared of the cold prosthetic on his face. The iron bolts that secure the straps to his face and head, the glass eye that shines humourlessly in any situation.

"Do you ever want...more from this? From me?" That line of questioning made your brows furrow and mouth frown. "What do you mean?" You reach for him and Sal reciprocates by holding your hand in his lap.

"I was joking about seducing Mr Smith from the electronics store for a heater," he scoffs at your lame joke but continues. "I don't mean that, I'll get us a heater. Just..."

"You've never seen...all of me." His grip loosens but you don't let it. "So?" he looks at you, his face angled low and the shape of his prosthesis mimics his brow bone. Sal is pinching his face, confused at your indignant tone.

"So?" He whispers. You lift his hand up, inching in closer and placing his knuckles over your clavicle.

"So?"

"Doesn't it freak you out? We've been together for so long and you've never seen my face," he murmurs. Since you're so close, speaking above a whisper would ruin this moment. Sal's heart is racing again though this time the anxiety is laced with his love for yours. It's a confusing emotion but he relishes the way you press your forehead to his, nose bumping with the bump on his prosthesis.

"Do you want me to see your face?" He inhales sharply, glancing away.

"...I do. But..."

"Mm?" you spread his fingers out, guiding them to your neck and the calloused pads of Sal's fingers make gooseflesh spread. The hairs on the back of your neck standing in applause; because that's what he does to you.

He makes your pupils expand, makes your heart race, makes your brain produce dopamine; your body lights up like a goddamn firework when he so much as looks your way. You can be yourself with him without fear because you know you do the same to him.

"...I've only ever let you kiss me when it's dark. The first time we had sex, I couldn't even take off the mask...I just...I'm..."

Your frown deepens when Sal sighs, his shoulders dropping.

"Be honest. Does it bother you?"

He's glad you don't reply immediately. A part of him always worries your love for him overtakes everything else. That, if something ever happens between the two of you and it tears you apart, you'll feel regret once the love is gone. You brush his hair behind his ear, cupping his jaw as you shake your head.

"No. It doesn't. Because it's you, Sal. I love you. Even the parts you aren't ready for me to see." He exhales and his breath escapes through the slits of his mouth. You feel it on your thumb and it makes you grin.

There's a twitch in his eye and your grin falters for a moment before it reappears when he locks eyes with you.

"...Do you want me to see your face, baby?"

His jaw is set. His tongue is made of lead. So Sal simply closes his eyes and gives you a minuscule nod. If it weren't for your hand on his jaw, you probably would've mistaken it for a twitch.

"Can I take off your prosthetic?"

Another nod.

"Are you sure, baby? I won't do it if you're not — "

"I'm sure." He says in one breath. "I'm sure."

A moment of silence was shared and you leaned forward to press your lips in the molding of his. The cool material does not pulse or pump with life but it's your Sal's and you cherish it deeply; he exhales shakily and you grin as your fingers dance through the locks of blue to find the straps that hold the prosthetic in place.

It's secure, it's meant to be, and you can feel the wear and tear of the years in the material. The scratches and indents weaved into every fiber. You unbuckle the lower end first and Sal tightens his hold on you, so you pause and press another kiss to his porcelain cheek.

When he nods, you continue, cupping the mask in one hand to steady it while you undo the upper buckle.

Sal would be statue-like if it weren't for the nervous tremors in his fingers. The mask loosens and its weight drops into your hand. His breath does not come through the slits anymore and you can feel it breeze through the fine hairs on your fingers.

He says nothing and neither do you. Still, you place one more kiss on the forehead of his prosthetic and lower it from view.

Sal has his eyes cast away, but he faces you. There's a large scar across the right side of his mouth, splitting his lips and exposing his teeth. There's a dent on the right side of his lower jaw that leaves his bone structure slightly unbalanced, and the cartilage of his nose is completely missing. The skin has healed, stretching his eye and tugging on the rest. It's pinkish still, never quite settling into the rest of his olive-toned skin, and Sal understands why it's jarring.

It's like peeling back the layers of what makes humans...humans.

The skin. The sight of his face makes people unnerved. Teeth and gums and muscles and the lack of a nose. One side of his face was a plain canvas and the other was a goddamn Jackson Pollock painting of horror.

Your touch on his bare skin shocks him. The pads of your fingers drag across his cheekbones. "Does it hurt?" You ask with your eyes lidded.

"No, no, it...it doesn't." You smile and your thumb rests just under his eyes, sweeping fondly while your palm holds his face preciously within your hand. There's a flush to his skin — it's not unusual with how the prosthetic held over his face nearly 24/7.

There's a feeling of nakedness that comes without the even pressure across his visage but your hands are an amazing substitute.

"You don't have to be nice," he says. "It takes a lot to get used to — "

"I know I can't completely convince you to not think of yourself as 'something to get used to' but you're not. Not to me." Sal's eye water and he wills himself to finally look at you.

There's a pinch to your brows, it makes your eyebrows cast this shadow across your eyes and highlight the colours of your eyes. You're frowning at his self-deprecation, though beyond that he can see you mean well.

"I would gladly sit on your face, Sal."

He scoffs, groaning as he slips away from your hand to toss his head back and flop right onto the couch again. "You're fuckin' impossible, (Y/N)," he mumbled as his hands covered his face. You place the prosthetic down on the makeshift coffee table near the couch and chuckle as you swing one leg over his hips and rest your crotch over his.

"What? I'm being honest here!" Bracing your weight on your elbows, Sal finds the comfort of your body across his similar to Gizmo's. "You're fucking beautiful," he squirms at that and you huff, nuzzling your face into his neck while he peeks from over his fingers.

"You don't have to say that," you huff once again. "I'm not saying that because I have to, I'm saying it because I want to. You're fucking beautiful, me being your boyfriend is just a coincidence."

He feels you shifting and instinctively, his hands rest on your hips and there he is again. You know you shouldn't stare, so you don't, but the shy glances at his face are less than secretive. His eyes are blue, cobalt almost, and his eyebrows are a darker shade of his hair. The shape of his eyes is rounded, with a deep crease and heavy eyelids just like his father's. Lifting your head, you gaze down at him and your hands are once again gingerly ghosting on his skin. This time, they're tracing his collarbones, feeling up the protruding muscle of his neck and halting at his jaw.

"Can I kiss you, baby?" He has a quirk. A lip twitch that he does when he's excited; you've been dating him for years and you're still finding out new things about your boyfriend. It makes your heart race and it only triples in speed when he nods. Hovering, the peak of your lips ghost his. He had always envied how you kiss his prosthetic. It was an extension of himself but he hated how badly he wanted to feel you on him.

They press to his and Sal slips his eyes closed. It's nothing more than a peck. Innocent, chaste. But then he's tightening his grip and pulling you in; tilting his head like he's always seen other people do and you're grinning into it. He knows because he can feel it.

He can feel it.

How your lips spread, the hint of teeth that slide over his bottom ones, and the crinkling of your nose that's brushing over his cheek.

"You taste so good, pretty boy," your words make his ears red. "I'm sure anything is better than kissing porcelain," he replies with a breathless tone, leaning forward again as if unwilling to part from you even if just to talk.

"No, don't disrespect yourself like that. What did we say about making those jokes." "Hah, I'll stop when you do."

Giggling, you're leaning in again. Sal wonders if kissing you is the only reason he's not completely in tears. The first time he'd accidentally showed Larry his face, he'd cried because Larry didn't look away from him. You taste tears on your lips and Sal curses softly as he tucks himself under your jaw, groaning. You shush him comfortingly, threading your fingers through his hair as he takes a few deep inhales.

"I love you." Those words are followed by more tears and you squeeze him again. "I love you, Sal," he nods against your — his — shirt. He can feel the grin you have from the crown of his head.

"I love you. I love you. I love you."

Because you did. Sal was the man you wanted to be with until the Earth decided to throw in the towel; it didn't matter how buried your love for each other would be, because when your bones are dug up, or his guitar, or the treasure trove of things you've called yours; in the future, when you whisper to those archeologists: "Do you know?" they'd nod and reply, "We know you loved him."

Sal has never felt love like this. One that felt overwhelming at first, the same way entering a body would be for the first time in your life, but once he embraced the feeling? It was so...fulfilling.

How lucky was he?

Sal pulls away to cup your face and he leans in. You meet him halfway.

The feeling of your breath, your heart thudding against his own chest, the pulse beating under his thumb as he holds your neck — Sal isn't sure if he'd ever get into heaven but he doubts it ever compares to you.

His jaw moves and your lips part as you press closer. Fuck, kissing him felt like drinking in sunlight. There's a freedom that follows it, leaves you floaty and blissful.

"I love you," he replies between the friction, teeth biting down on your lower lip if only to hear if you'd gasp. You do.

"I love you so fuckin' much, (Y/N)." There's a feverish desperation in his words. But it makes your heart swell. There's no doubt in his eye, nothing but the truth and the truth is he'd worship you.

You're kissing again. Eager to show him the explosions he sets off within you. Between desperate lip locking and messy tangles of tongues, his hands move down and up your — his —shirt.

Squeezing your sides as he drags his digits across your skin. It spreads fire across your planes, has your already uneven breath shuddering as he memorizes the shape of your body again.

There's a growing hardness between his legs. You can feel it — twitching below your crotch as he tilts his head and tastes the lust that perspires from your neck.

He's greedy with his mouth. How could he not be? Sal has been wanting to taste you the second he realised how badly he wished you were his.

"Fuck, Sal." You groan, chewing on your lower lip as he experiments with this unmarked territory. His tongue is warm, his teeth brushes over pumping arteries with an air of amusement; when he finds the sweet spot? The spot where your breath hitched as he kissed it?

Sal makes your blood vessels explode. It isn't enough that the hairs on your neck stand in attention because of him, or how your blood rushes to your head when he so much as looks your way. He's determined to show you he can worship you in more ways than one.

You're gripping onto his shirt and your hips grind down. The moan he lets out makes your cunt wetter than before.

"I need you," you tell him as he sinks his teeth in. Just to test it out, to see if you'd like it. You do. His back feels cold as you lift his shirt but he grips at your wrist, panting as he moves his head away so you can see him.

"Can I...Can I keep it on?" He already felt a touch too exposed. You nod, reassuring him with a chaste peck.

"I'm gonna take of my shirt. You've made me all warm," he smiles a bit too smugly. He's handsome that way. When he gets a bit cocky — it's a sure fire way to make your head dizzy with desire.

"My shirt," he mumbles.

But when your bare torso is revealed the sass is pushed away. Sal presses kisses on your chest, teasing your perk buds with his too-warm hands and relishing in the way you toss your head back when he takes one in his mouth.

"Sal, holy fuck." He kneads at your ass, making your hips move back and forth. Rocking your clothed cunt over his boner as he leaves hickeys and bitemarks.

Here is where I plant my love, he thinks as he feels your heart pound against your ribcage, here is proof that he's mine.

Your pants are pulled below your waist and Sal moves back, making you yelp at the loss of balance. One second you're over him and the next, you're both tumbling over the couch.

His hand cradles the back of your head, curling over you as much as he could when you crash. Thankfully, none of you knocked into the coffee table but the adrenaline of the short fall makes the both of you wide-eyed.

"Holy fuck!" You laugh breathlessly. He scans you for any injury but soon follows suit. "You okay?" His hair curtains your face from view as he descends to claim your lips again.

"I'm peachy, baby." Sal grunts as you tug at the waist band of his pants. "Don't stop..." and how could he say no to you when you look up at him like that?

Your hands invade underneath his shirt and Sal moans as you press your fingers lightly into his back, kneading at the tense muscles. "M'not gonna take it off. Just wanna feel you," you assure as you reach his shoulder blades. God, the feeling of your hands on his body made him feel so Holy.

Ironic in the grand scheme of things but it's not like Sal gave a damn.

It's your turn to mark him up. He often already is. But this time your lips latch onto the obvious places. Lifting yourself to sit, Sal is suddenly at your mercy as you lovingly bruise him up with your mouth.

Sal lifts himself off your crotch a bit, panting and moaning at your ministrations, and slips his hand down your pants. Your breath stutters as your boyfriend touches your core.

"Sal," you plead. "I know, baby. I know," Sal frowns when you whine. "What? What's the matter, sweetheart?"

"You're just..." You're breathing heavily as you stare up at him, nails lightly digging into his skin as your dick twitches against his palm.

"You're so fucking beautiful, Sal."

That catches him completely off-guard. He hates how tears immediately burn at his waterline but regret doesn't come when they travel down his cheek. You're kissing him and the self-depriciation doesn't once rise. That snivelling, hissing, voice of doubt remains mute as you hold him.

"So fucking pretty," he slips his finger in as if attempting to distract you with pleasure. It makes you keen but you continue to sing praises for him as he pumps his digits in and out of you.

It's hard to move when you curl your arms over his back, hands peeking from the stretched out collar of his shirt. Forehead once again pressed to his.

"I can't — "

"You're all mine. My pretty boy is all mine." Blood should not rush so quickly to one's head. His chest is dusted in red, his shoulders, his ear, the apples of his cheek —

"You feel so good, Sal."

You allow him to push you back, splaying out onto the floor with your eyes lidded in want as he looked at you.

"...Shit, you're making my brain go all stupid," he grumbles — it sounds more like a whine. You lift your hips as he tugs your pants down and off. Sal gets between your legs and for a moment you think he's about to just slide in — which causes you a bit of concern considering how much meat he's packing between his legs — but then he lays on his stomach and your cock peeks straight up.

"I've watched a few pornos," he says with a grimace, "but — "

"I can guide you, Sal." He's looking up at you with those doe eyes and you chuckle as you brush some of his hair back. "You made me cum from grinding on your goddamn leg before. You've got this, Sex Grandmaster Sal."

"Really don't think mentioning Larry's marijuana induced rambling is setting the mood, babe," your giggle smooths out the furrowed brows he had. "Sorry, sorry."

Your cunt is making his mouth water. Sal presses his thumb on your cock and the sigh you let out eases his worries. His tongue on your dick has you inhaling deeply, slowly, back arching off the floor as he looks up at you.

He's overzealous but fuck does it make you wetter than you've ever been. Licking and sucking on your cock while he teases the opening of your cunt with his fingers. The hints of teeth makes your hips twist but he holds your hips down with muffled groans.

"Fuck, yes. You're doing so good, Sal. S'fuckin' good — holy shit, babe," the way your voice gets all pitchy makes him grin. Your slick on his tongue is making him want more, so he spreads your lips apart and sinks his tongue inside, it makes your grip onto his head, and Sal moans into you at the pinpricks of pain that follow.

Fingers accompanies his tongue and you're clamping your thighs around his head. It forces Sal's face into your cunt and the whole thing has him chuckling against you.

Pinning your thighs apart, Sal licks and swipes at the slick around his mouth and chin, catching his breath as he curses.

"Fucking Christ, does it feel that good?" You whine in retaliation. "You're the one going down on me of course I'm going fuckin' crazy. You get all whiny when I go down on you too — "

He curls a finger inside of you and you cut yourself off with a particularly loud moan. The floorboards above you creak and like a deer lifting its head as a branch snaps in the distance, another follows as whoever was in the living room heard the echoing cries of pleasure.

Sal slips another finger in and you cover your mouth, glaring at his handsome face petulantly. It falters as he stretches you out, thrusting in and out with a steady rhythm that he occasionally breaks to curl his fingers up.

You're groaning and curling your toes, eyelids fluttering and squeezing shut as he jerks you off with his other hand. Loosening his jaw, Sal uses his spit to lube you up further. He had a thing for sloppy sex. You once joked he enjoyed the slick-and-slide of it all and he didn't deny it then and probably won't ever.

"Nuh - no, don't wanna cum yet, I wanna cum with you, baby," he slows his rhythm, staring at you as you lift yourself onto your hands and taste yourself on his lips.

"Want you inside me. Please, Sal, I'm beggin'"

"You don't have to. I've got you." He nods when you hold onto the waist of his pants. Pulling it down to his knees and let his cock spring out into the air. Fuck, it's a pretty dick.

It's fat and heavy. Thicker than longer, the girth always makes your toes curl. It's a darker colour compared to the rest of his skin tone, the mushroom tip a warmer shade that burns when you tease him too much. You motion for the couch and he leans against it, whispering your name as you hover over his cock.

"Fuck, you're so hot," he says as you pump his dick with your fist while you line it up to your cunt. "You're pretty fucking hot yourself, big dick," he struggles not to laugh in your face, shaking his head in 'disapproval' that's short-lived.

You sink down on the tip of his cock and Sal moans out your name, squeezing your hips. You shiver for a moment, willing your insides not to clench so excitedly when you've still got some ways to go.

"Shit, (Y/N). You're so fuckin' tight." You could not agree more. The more you go down on him, the more you're tempted to just squeeze him like a vice. Sal brings your face down to kiss him, very quickly becoming addicted to the feeling of it. It's no wonder teenagers made out in the hallways all the damn time.

Gravity helps you the rest of the way. When he's all the way inside of you, you part your lips, the way your eyebrows slope being felt on Sal's forehead as you clench around him.

"Fuuuuck, Sal" you're whimpering his name, arms wrapped around his neck as you look at him. "You feel so fuckin' good, baby."

He swallows thickly, reaching to push your hair away from your face as he gazes up.

"I love you, so fuckin' much. I love you, Sal," you're determined to make him turn into nothing but mush. He's certain of it. His insides felt like a field of flowers, all blooming at once, even if it didn't sense at all. There's an airy moan that escapes him as you squeeze your inner thighs, your hips move forward and Sal grips you like he's afraid you're just a figment of his imagination.

"I know, baby," he whispers back. "I love you, more than you can imagine."

A dopey grin appears on your face. "You think you can show me how much you love me, handsome?" He smiles and your heart feels like it's going to stop.

"I can do more than show you, pretty boy."

He turns you over on your side, not once pulling out. You hastily grab some couch pillows for the both of you before your descent onto the floor. It's cold but that's all the more reason to hold onto each other.

Once your head is on a pillow and you're on your back again, he drapes over you.

Another kiss. Another mischievous nibble. A sly dance of tongues.

Sal is pulling out, the drag of his dick makes you whimper, and thrusts back home. The action has your nails leaving welts on his back but it just reinvigorates him.

He's splitting you open and filling you up. Every thrust makes you see stars. You're unwilling to let him go if the legs wrapped around his waist are saying anything.

But Sal is growing flustered the more praises you tell him.

"That's it, baby. Fuck this pussy, this pussy's just for you."

"Fuck, you look so good, baby. On top of me, fucking me, shit — !"

"Oh, God, your cock is — yeah, right there! — you're in so deep, Sal -Ah!"

You're so fucking filthy.

He wants to hide his face in your neck but he doesn't wanna take his eyes off you. Eyes trailing where his lips and teeth had been, eyeing the sheen of sweat on you and your messed up hair.

The shower you just took had been in vain, huh?

"Fuh - fuck, I'm close," he warns, bracing himself on his elbows as he hovers above you.

"Yeah? Me — mff! — too. Cum inside, baby. Need to feel you — fuuuuck — dripping outta' me," he chuckles breathlessly at your words.

His hips are stuttering and he can see the way your brows are furrowing, angelic moan after angelic moan being knocked out of you. He gives your cock a rub and the way your back arches off the floor makes him hold his own orgasm back just so he can see you like this as clearly as he can take it in.

"Sal, oh fuck, baby!"

"I've got you, (Y/N)."

He chokes out a groan as he feels you clamping down on him, your cunt gripping onto him like it never wants him to let go. You gasp as he snatches your breath, messily making out with him as the aftershocks of your orgasm are barrelled through thanks to Sal's deep thrusts.

"Shit, shit, shit," you smile as he begins to lose his rhythm. Ignoring how sensitive your boypussy feels as he chases his end. "C'mon, baby, fill me up. Yeah, that's it."

He cums with one final thrust. The warmth of it floods your insides, earning pleasant shivers from you as you moan out his name. He's riding his orgasm out, pushing in and out of you shallowly as he catches his breath above you.

"Jesus, fuck..." You giggle at his words, chest rising and falling in rapid motions as your heart tries to calm down.

"That was, Christ, that was — " "Fucking amazing?"

He nods, falling on top of you as carefully as he can. You embrace him, humming as he kisses your neck while you rub his back. The both of you catch your breath, satisfied expressions etched on your faces.

When Sal moves, your eyes are already closed. He pulls out and you whimper at the loss, ignoring the way he stares at his own jizz dripping out of your cunt in favor of gazing at his face.

"We gotta take a shower all over again," he says, helping you sit up and accepting the hug you give him when you're righted.

"...Wanna do it all over again in the shower?" Your question earns a throaty chuckle. "Thought it was implied in my statement."

Another beat of comfortable silence is shared. Sal sighs, nuzzling his face into your neck.

"Thank you, (Y/N)."

"I've got you, Sal."

#s3thwrit3sstuff #reader insert #male reader #male reader insert #gay reader #male!reader #ftm reader #trans reader #sally face x reader #sally face x male reader #sal fisher x reader #sal fisher x male reader

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am-i-the-asshole-official · 2 months

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WIBTA to refuse tutoring my nephew even though I'm not sure what he did wrong?

So I (24, F) have been tutoring my nephew/the son of my mum's close friend (10, M) for a couple of weeks now. His mum pays me for the hours I spend teaching him and honestly despite the kid being obviously ADHD I don't really mind him getting constantly distracted because it's clear he still understands what I'm explaining to him, so we had a pretty good relationship up until this point as I was way more understanding of him than any other tutors or even his own mother, although I don't really know him THAT well.

During our tutoring sessions my cat, Pudding (14, F) would usually stay in the same room with us. She likes to stay in the same room as other people but usually doesn't let strangers pet her and will go away if bothered too much. Well, Nephew being distractable as he is would often go up to her to pet her as he would answer a question of mine or just as a thing between answering questions. Strangely enough Pudding did let him do that and didn't seem to be THAT bothered by it, so I too ignored it and just let him do it.

Now, here's the issue: A few days ago after we finished our tutoring session for that day I left the room to wash my hands in the kitchen since we were eating snacks during the session. My house's kitchen is literally DIRECTLY next to the room where we have our tutoring sessions so it couldn't have taken longer than 10-15 seconds from me leaving before I heard a cry from Pudding. "Oh, she must've finally gotten annoyed with Nephew's behaviour, I'll tell him to stop bothering her." I thought to myself as I finished washing my hands, yet before I was even able to make it back to the room I heard a second, much louder meow, the kind of meow a cat only makes if they ACTUALLY get hurt. So now, properly concerned, I round the corner into the room and see Nephew sitting right next to where Pudding is still laying, now with her ears flat and looking at him. He must've seen the confusion on my face because the first thing he said was "We were just playing." to which I blurted out that clearly she was not in the mood to play and walked over to check on her. While doing that, I noticed that there was a blanket slightly covering Pudding's hind legs, so I assumed maybe Nephew accidentally put his weight there without realizing she had her paws there. I VERY GENTLY pulled back the blanket and VERY GENTLY touched her legs to see if they were hurt, and then she BIT me and finally ran away. Of course I don't blame her, and in fact that only strengthened my concern because Pudding is a VERY polite cat, if she's bothered by anything she will just leave and if she bites for play it's always very gentle and doesn't leave a mark, this was not that. Afterwards I couldn't get any useful information out of Nephew as to what exactly he did, he just kept saying that he was petting her and she got annoyed which was clearly not true, so I dropped the subject and just sent him home.

Now it's been a few days since that happening and I've checked on Pudding's legs a few times since then. She doesn't respond to me touching them at all and she doesn't limp or anything so either she didn't get injured, or the legs were never the issue in the first place and me touching her was simply the last straw in that already stressful situation for her. Despite that however, I find myself not wanting to have Nephew over for tutoring anymore as I'm afraid that something like this might happen again when I'm literally gone from the room for less than a minute. It really annoys me that I have absolutely no clue what happened while I was gone, I don't even have a way to know if Nephew did whatever he did intentionally or by accident since him saying they were just "playing" could very well be just his honest perception of the situation, or him lying and being vague on purpose because he knows he did something wrong. The reason why I feel like Nephew might be lying about doing bad things on purpose is because Nephew's family has two cats, so I really feel like he should know better already and be more careful. Another point is the fact that this literally happened the INSTANT I was gone from the room, almost as if he was waiting for me to be gone to do something (as far as I recall I haven't ever left him alone with Pudding before this point), though admittedly that could just be unlucky coincidence. Plus, I find it REALLY hard to believe he'd be able to make Pudding cry like that on accident, I've genuinely NEVER heard her make a sound like that, ever, not even at the vet's. On the other hand however I know that he was failing his math class badly before I started tutoring him and I'm almost certain he'd start to fail again if I stopped helping him. Not only that, I'd have to come up with a lie about being too busy to do tutoring or something else since obviously I can't tell his mother "Hey your son might've done something bad but I'm not really sure and don't really have any proof and can't even tell if it was really intentional or not", since I realize how ridiculous that sounds despite still genuinely feeling incredibly uncomfortable about the whole situation.

So with all of that out of the way, would I be the asshole for denying him my tutoring services just because I feel uncomfortable about the idea of him possibly hurting my cat on purpose, even when I don't really have any proof that he did it on purpose or would do it again?

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole

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ggidolsmuts · 9 months

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Invitation - Loossemble Hyunjin

Oppa, you like my pics?

You look for where Hyunjin has posted her photos, and you immediately reply in outrage.

Why do you take it like that?

Don't you like my shoulders and collarbone? You always said it was your favorite part of me! You can already hear the pout and whining in her message.

It is! But it looks like you're not wearing anything!

Maybe I'm not~ Wouldn't you like to know

I would~

Why don't you come over and find out?

You show up at Hyunjin's apartment, and already you can hear Paldo meowing on the other side.

"Paldo!" You reach down to pet the furball that greets you when the door opens, followed by the larger furball that is Nongshim wagging his tail and patiently waiting his turn. "Hi Nongshim!"

"What about me?" Hyunjin hugs you from behind, her hair tickling your cheek before you turn to meet her soft lips.

"Mm hello." You spy her wearing a bathrobe. "I guess you were wearing something, okay good to know, thanks, I'm heading out then! Argh!" Hyunjin pinches you on the cheek for your cheek, and her pets scatter as she drags you into her bedroom, kicking the door closed behind her.

"Where do you think you are going?"

"Well, I found out that you are wearing something, so I thought I should go."

"Psh, would you have stayed if I opened the door naked?" Hyunjin turns away from you, lowering the robe past her shoulders and exposing her immaculate back.

"I guess we'll never know." You answer back, making sure to close your mouth again as she continues lowering the robe.

"Is that really true?" The robe stops agonizingly on her hips, just resting there. She raises her arm slightly and turns, showing you her side profile, arm perfectly hiding her chest. Then she drops all pretense—Hyunjin shrugs the robe to the floor with a rustle, and she's on you with feline quickness.

"No, I would have stayed either way!" you answer is a gasp as Hyunjin undoes your belt, and grabs your shirt, almost ripping it as she takes it off.

"Good, it was an invitation."

"I see." She could have just asked directly of course, but no, Hyunjin's like a cat—she plays aloof, only getting at what she wants when she becomes impatient. "Sorry, I'll pick up on it next time."

"Mmhmm, you can be so clueless sometimes." Quickly you roll Hyunjin on to her back, pressing down on her as you plant kisses along her flawless neckline. Small ahs and mmms escape Hyunjin, and she let's herself enjoy your "grooming", your kisses and licks loving and apologetic at the same time. With one hand you've pinned her wrists over her head, and Hyunjin purrs as you stroke her figure, running the other hand down her side and over her hips, her body wriggling and responding to your touch. Her legs squirm beneath you, and she brushes a thigh against your crotch, making you aware of your state of dress. You manage to shimmy your jeans and boxers off while Hyunjin keeps her hands above her head quietly, waiting for you to get back to her.

"Sorry." This time you use both hands to feel her, and her own hands rest on your shoulders, holding you close as you continue to kiss along her jaw and neckline. "Can I—"

"Mmm…" Hyunjin murmurs her assent as you nip on her neck, leaving small love marks on her skin—she'll need makeup to cover them, but they are perfect in the moment, little statements of affection complementing the much large statement of desire below. She arches her back as you move a hand over her toned midriff and down further. "No need." Hyunjin was right, and she whines as you rub her lips, gathering the wetness already there. "I said no need."

"Okay, okay." You take a moment to line yourself up with Hyunjin, pausing to stare at her—she's stunning, perfection enhanced by your little marks. You spot one more area to mark.

"Ah!" Hyunjin lets out a soft cry as you lean in and nip on a breast, leaving small teeth marks on a perky globe.

"Mine." A visible flush spreads through her body, making her turn pink beneath you. She can't look you in the eye, turning her head to the side and pouting.

"Hurry up and do it…" Hyunjin's eyes shut and bites her lower lip as you push in and fill her out slowly. "Oh my god…" She is wet as she told you, but her tightness still offered you significant resistance, a resistance that rewarded you with pressure and pleasure.

"Okay?" By the time you've pushed yourself deep into her you're hugging Hyunjin again, bodies pressed tightly together.

"Yes, so good." Her words sound breathless, as if robbed of the capability to breathe normally. You kiss her as if to say "Good", and you start moving. Her nails begin to dig into your arm as you begin to dig into her body, filling her with slow and firm strokes. A searing pleasure accompanies each thrust you make, and soon Hyunjin has to break your liplock with her for air, which is immediately expelled as a moan.

"Fuck, oh fuck!" That was the first step on the road of unmaking Hyunjin, making her curse and swear. You kiss her more fiercely, but she manages to voice her pleasure either way, harsh gasps of your name and fuck every so often filling her bedroom. It drives you to go harder, her legs powerfully wrapping around you giving you reason to go faster, to try and break her leglock—it helps that she pulls you in on each thrust, allowing you to drive even deeper into her.

"Ahhh!" Her moans get louder, peaking when you find just the right spot inside her, and that's the second step, when she stops making words and starts making sounds. You focus on drilling her just right, and like a python she begins to tighten around you in every sense of the word, your hips suddenly the only part you can move as you pound both of you into dust.

"Mmph!" "Argh!" The third and final step is when you have to cover her mouth, to stop her from getting too loud. Inevitably she manages to find a finger and bite down, leaving her own love marks on you—drool covers your finger as her slick covers your shaft, and with a solid thump deep into her you come undone with Hyunjin. There is a lot of covering done on both parties—you cover Hyunjin's walls with your thick load, she covers your shaft with her juices; you cover her mouth to keep her from screaming, she covers your finger with saliva, tongue mindlessly licking your digit, and both of you are left covered in sweat after the intense session.

Hyunjin's legs fall away from you, and you relax and land softly on top of her.

"Fuck that hurts," you groan, cursing as the rush of your orgasm fades.

"You could have just let me scream."

"And where would your career be, hmm?"

"Fine, sorry." Hyunjin smiles and all is right in the world again. "Stay the night?" You nod and clean up with her in the shower, and with both of you satisfied you cuddle with her back in bed—that is, until you hear pawing and clawing from the door.

"Ahh the kids!" Hyunjin jumps off the bed and opens the door to meowing and a bark. "Sorry sorry!" Nongshim circles around the room once, as if to make sure everything's okay before leaving. Paldo jumps on the bed with Hyunjin, and to your dismay he takes the space between you and her.

"Is he gonna do this every time when I stay the night?"

"Oh you're such a baby sometimes, I thought you liked cats!" Hyunjin scoops Paldo up in her arms, and backs herself against you. The arrangement allows you to spoon Hyunjin, your hand playing with Paldo as you murmur into her neck.

"I do, but I like cuddling my Aeong more. Love you."

"Me too."

On another day, you see Hyunjin post another similar photo. That has to be an invitation right? You make your way to Hyunjin's apartment that night, and you are greeted by Paldo and Nongshim again.

And another cat.

"Aeong! Good boy!" Hyunjin's wearing the choker with the heart, complete with a little cat hairband.

"You're training me too well missy." You laugh as you scoop Hyunjin in your arms.

"Mmhmm, I hope you like your reward."

"Yeah? What is it?"

"You won't have to worry about keeping me quiet." Your mind drifts to a million dirty possibilities, but Hyunjin disabuses you of all of them. "I know for a fact that the neighbors left yesterday for a holiday, so there's no one else on the floor."

Not quite what you had expected, but you'll take it. Your fingers will thank her later.

A/N: A short one for some pics that have lived in my tabs and head rent free lol, thanks to @a-casual-kpopfan for his daily Hyunjin pics XD Thanks for reading! Also Paldo is fucking adorable.

#smut #sss #hyunjin #loossemble

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cup1dt3a · 1 year

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hi, if you dont mind me requesting, how about a wally darling x gn reader where they are the villain of the show, but like,, unintentionally. they are vv clumsy and knock into shelves at howdys, trip eddie on his mail route, ruin julies chalk games, etc. and every time they feel horrible, but run away because they are scared of confrontation. so one day they knock over all of wallys paints while hes stepped away, and when he goes to their house to give them a piece of his mind, he finds them crying and ranting to their cat about how bad they feel but how scared they are to apologize (sorry if its too long!! ive had this idea in my head all day lol)

A poor soul who is mistaken for the villain being a victim to their own clumsiness. I love it! Hope you’re having a good day or that it gets better! Also you’re fine I love it when I get descriptive requests! ⚠️⚠️warning: Angst

“ Oh no! No no no!” You gasped panicking over the now kicked over bucket of paints.

All you wanted to do was take a closer look at Wally’s newest artwork on the large canvas. But no you just had to accidentally step into one of the paint cans. As you tried to get your leg out of it you had only made things worse. Sloshing paint everywhere, knocking down more cans, tubes, and almost the canvas. But you had managed to save in it your colossal pile of mistakes. As you finally got your foot out after jerking it out the heavy can you had noticed a small smudge of red paint. Your heart beat quickened. You ruined it! You ruined all of Wally’s hard work, hours, seconds, and passion. You just ruined it!

Why are you like this? Well that’s obvious. You’re the town screw up. The pushover who always ruins everything. You sometimes avoid going anywhere for months because you’re too scared to ruin something else. For instance one time when you were just looking the ingredients you needed to bake a cake as an apology to Julie for accidentally giving her poisonous flowers. They had all of her favorite colors , but turns out hot pink can literally burn your eyes. You had knocked down two shelves after hitting your head on them. You didn’t know what to do or how to handle all the eyes on you so you ran. Just like with Julie after giving her the flowers you ran. Just like with Frank when you accidentally tore half a page in one of his books. Just like with everyone else you always ran away.

Just like right now as you ran away from an enraged Wally who had just came out of home. Frozen in shock taken back by his usual cheeky smile now gone and replaced with an annoyed look. So you rushed to your only sanctuary as always your house.

You apologized as you ran back to your own house. You panted slamming the door as you knees curled into the floor of your home. You just wanted to look at someone’s painting and yet instead of being able to admire their work you ruined it just like every thing else. All except for one soul in this name uttered your name with a scowl. Well if they could and it was your pet cat Mr.Wiggles. He was an adorable spynx cat who you one day found out all alone in the rain in a battered up box. His red eyes may have made him look scary but you find them enduring from how much love he always showed once you were in the room. On days when you let him wander around with you to most he would look like your evil sidekick ,but to you he looked like a little angle just wanting to make friends. It’s almost like you were both on the same boat of being the outcasts of the group.

You sat on the cold floors as Mr. Wiggles came to your aid at the hurried slam of your front door. Meowing attentively as if he was trying to ask what was the matter. Seeing as you were once again crying once home. Curling beside you as he tried to comfort you.

“ Thanks buddy, but I don’t think we’ll be welcome here anymore.” You sniffled trying to hold back the rest of your tears.

“ I’m fine I just…screwed up…again!” Your voice cracked as the tears poured down once again while you trembled from each sob.

This was outrageous! How and why do you always keep on doing this!? Tube after tube of his new paints were ruined. Even his brand new canvases he laid out behind his latest work. Everything ruined and covered in the new paints. Were you just trying to make everyone feel bad? Every time you came out of your lair you always ruined something. For instance with Julie you made her sick for a week with flower pox! You had tripped Eddie while he was out on his daily run to Franks house. Burnt Poppy’s cookies when she asked you to watch over them. Ripped a book of Franks favorite book sure it was Frank, but even he wouldn’t do that to that to him. You had made a huge hole in Sally’s now broken stage. You knocked down two displays in Howdy’s store and didn’t even try to help. The worst one was with your evil little cat. He had pounced onto Barnaby’s head.

And now you decided to ruin his work. That was the last straw. Chance after chance was given to you, but now it seems like you’re just testing your luck.

“ How does someone even manage to achieve all this in under 5 minutes!?” He frustrates at the ruined paints.

His cavas had a small smudge of red paint on it thankfully. Everything except his painting was mainly ruined. But just why do you do this? The first few times when you first came here everyone brushed it off as small accidents, but it was just a constant cycle of ruining things. So he had no choice, but to try and confront you. To see just why you kept doing this. And to give you a piece of his mind once and for all.

As he greeted a few of his neighbors while he stomped over to your own home he eventually came to the dark and gloomy home of yours. Already giving him chills down his spine as he was about to knock on the door. But he soon had heard sobbing and continuous meows. Concerned he looked around to see where they were coming from and noticed one of your darkly colored windows opened still. He sneaked around the corner peeking through the cracked window.

“ I know I know! It’s just that whenever I make a mistake and try to help I just can’t stand trying to talk to anyone.” You cried.

“ I just want to be friends and make up for my mistakes, but every time I try I make a new one! I even ruined Wally’s beautiful painting and got Julie sick! I’m just a horrible person aren’t I?” You ranted to Mr. Wiggles.

“ It’s just like every other neighborhood I’ve gone to! Soon enough they’ll all start hating me and want me gone again.” You cried now uncontrollably sobbing.

He then felt pity for you as you cried out to your cat now holding him close. Just as he was about to try and comfort you he soon tripped over a stray thick vine in your almost dead garden.

“ Wha..What was that!?” You gasped startled as you slowly got up hurriedly seeing who had just yelped outside your open window.

“ Hello Neighbor!” Wally popped up from the outside of your window startling you.

“ H-Hi…I swear I didn’t mean to knock over your paints! I just…I swear it was an accident!” You sniffled.

“ I know. I didn’t mean to ease drop, but I heard everything you said. But I just wanted to say sorry to you. ” He chuckled trying to lighten up the mood even as your glazed eyes still threatened to draw tears again while you used to window as a fence between the two of you.

You shyed away from his gaze as you croaked out “ Why… I’ve done nothing, but ruin everything since I got here?”

“ Well we haven’t been the best of neighbors to you. I don’t even think I’ve even tried to get to know you.” He said as you rubbed your eyes trying not to cry again.

“So how about we give this another shot?” He asked extending his hand out for you with a comforting smile.

“ I’d like that a lot… Neighbor.” You smiled getting up from the barrier you of your window taking his hand.

Maybe things will be different this time.

Thank you all so much for reading this all the way here! Hope you’re all doing well or that it gets better!

Sincerely-Cup1dT3A 💌

#welcome home #wally darling #gender neutral reader #welcome home x reader #welcome home wally #wally darling x reader #Angst #welcome home angst

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irisbleufic · 26 days

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YOUR 3 CATS ARE SO CUTE OMG! How old are they/what are their stories?

Like many young-ish queer married couples, @one-eyed-bossman and I entered the fast track to pet parenthood in 2020. I was still recovering from extensive cancer treatment at the time, which is part of what makes our first kitty especially meaningful to me.

ZEL

Zel is my darling girl. She’s now 5 years old, and when we adopted her in June of 2020, she was already 1 year old. After being rescued on the streets at a few weeks old with her two personable siblings, she spent an entire year at this lady’s house with like 20 other cats at any given time. She was feral and unapproachable, but somehow I was able to get close enough to her at the rescue to pick her up and put her in the carrier. She nailed me with her claws in the process, but that’s the only time she’s ever hurt me or anyone else. The day after we got her home, I stuck my hand behind the bed in her safe room, and she set her little paw square in my palm and left it there for about a minute. I spent a couple of months crawling halfway under the bed to pet her while she was curled in her bed, and eventually I could get her to follow me around the house by asking, “Do you want to go for a walk?” She barely left my side after that. I spent a lot of 2020 sick in bed; she always curled up snugly between my ankles or my knees. She’s now the smartest cat I’ve ever met. Her language recognition shocks me even after 4 years of having her as a silly little shadow who likes to play fetch with her pink-eared mouse toy. She’s stuck to my side any time I’m on the sofa, and about a month ago she climbed fully in my lap for the first time. Her meow is barely a whisper when she does use it (only to talk to me and occasionally to the TV), but the trills, squeaks, and yowls she makes to talk to her toys are hilarious. She doesn’t even talk to her siblings like that. Unlike many white cats, she is not deaf.

NICKY

We got Nicky a year after we got Zel; he was about 8 weeks old when we brought him home in June of 2021. We met a kind lady who periodically bred her lovely Bengal queens, and Nicky was somehow a “non-show-quality” (?!!) discount kitten. He’s sweet, goofy, vocal, afraid of everything/everyone that’s outside the house, and occasionally very naughty. We hoped he would bring Zel the rest of the way out of her shell, and it worked. He just adored her from day one. She took a few months to warm up to him, but they bonded pretty fast. Now, at 3 years old, he’s a big boy—17 pounds. He likes to stand/sit on laps more than he likes to lie down in them, although he will lie down in mine a couple times a week. He brings me granola bars from the cupboard and loves trash more than he likes his toys:

EMBER

We hadn’t planned on a third cat, but the universe insisted. I mean that quite literally. On 31 July 2022, my mother died at my sister’s place a couple of states away. The morning she died, me and my four siblings took a walk around my sister’s neighborhood. We split up and went slightly different ways; my sister and her husband called me as I was getting back to the house to say that a tiny, tiny crying kitten had run out of the bushes toward them. My sister didn’t know what to do; one of my nieces is very allergic, and we were all burnt-out from dealing with Mom’s passing and the funeral home taking away her body. I told her to bring the kitten back to the house, because I was too grief-stricken to let another thing die that day. Out on the porch, I fed her milk from one of the droppers we were using to give my mom morphine, all the while making desperate phone calls to local rescues. After about 3 hours, a local vet with specialty in caring for bottle baby kittens came to pick her up. She told me that, because I didn’t live too far away in the grand scheme of things, she could foster the baby until she was old enough for me to arrange transport to my home state. There was no way I could walk away from that little baby, so I got regular photos, videos, and updates from her foster mom until I could arrange transport about 5 months later (she came home in December of 2022). She has grown up to be the feistiest tortie I’ve ever met. She has far longer hair than I ever could have guessed, and even now that she’s 1.5 years old, she has very short legs (longer end of munchkin, our vet says!) and an overall smaller stature than her siblings. She fucking adores Nicky, and he has never once played too rough for her given the size disparity. He lets her chase him, jump on him, bap him into play fights, etc. She will cry and cry at night if we don’t pick her up and carry her around before we close the bedroom doors (they get to sleep in the bedroom sometimes, but not always; Nicky likes to knock picture frames off the wall in there, and I’m not about exposing them to broken glass).

#nicky and zel #zel and nicky #ember #cats of tumblr #rescue cats

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sorrowsofsilence · 4 months

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Burning Out • II

Pairing: Noah Sebastian x Fem!Reader

I was lost, but now I'm found Under the lights and in the sounds So let us sing and sing it loud That we're not perfect, but we're proud of who we are.

Noah Sebastian is lost. His crime-filled lifestyle is anything but perfect; but everything changes once he meets you.

Words: 10k

Warnings: smut 18+ (unprotected, pls wrap b4 u tap), fem!receiving, explicit language, mentions of suicide, mentions of murder, alcohol, smoking

Authors note: Chapter Two: One of Us is Broken Glass - welp this took a turn I did not plan! lol. Also sorry its so long, and if its a little messy, i tried to get it out as fast as I could! songs are One of Us by the world alive and Broken glass by unprocessed ;)

THIS IS A FANFICTION USING REAL PEOPLE IN A FICTIONAL SITUATION! I AM NOT IMPLYING THESE PEOPLE WOULD DO THE THINGS IN THE STORY OR ACT THE WAY THEY DO IN THE STORY IN REAL LIFE! IT IS FICTION! IT IS JUST FOR FUN! <;3

Tags: @crimson-calligraphyx @lma1986 @spicywhenspeaking @sammyjoeee @shilohrosechicken @princessmarshmallowx @laurpartyprogram @cookiesupplier @nojoyontheburn @lacktoesandtoddlerants @veronicaphoenix @er3nslovergirl @melinacchss-blog @cncohshit

“This is LAPD!”A loud voice boomed from the other side of the door, the doorknob turning, attempting to open.

“Shit,” Noah mumbled, looking around the hallway frantically. He stood up, searching for something before he stared down at me, an idea clicking in his mind. Noah tore his sweater off, along with his black tank top underneath, leaving him shirtless before me.

“What the hell are you doing!” I whisper-yelled, looking up at him with furrowed brows.

“Kiss me,” He said, kneeling in front of me again, complete distress and fear glazing over his eyes.

“Excuse me?” I now yelled, a little too loud as the door below us rattled again.

“LAPD! Open up!”

“I need you to kiss me, please,” Noah’s eyes bore into my own as he begged, “Trust me, just this once, please Y/N.”

NOAH

As I walked down the sidewalk, my earbuds blaring, I scoped the houses Y/N and I walked by earlier. Some of them still had lights on despite how late it was, so I decided to keep walking further until I found a cul de sac, splayed with townhouses. I pulled the ski mask over my head, tucking the bottom of my hair into the back of my hoodie. Tightening the backpack straps around my shoulders, my eyes scanned each house, looking through the outsides until I landed on one right at the top. A lamp dimly lit the living room, and as I walked by, I could hear a cat crying at the door. Usually, I avoided houses with lights, but I felt drawn to this one. Was it the cat? I was always a fan of them.

As I approached the front door and checked for cameras, I listened to the feline crying on the other side. When I placed my hand on the knob and turned it, the cat immediately trilled in greeting.

No one is home, and the cat is waiting for their owner. Jackpot.

I sighed to myself, deciding that this was the house I’d chosen tonight. Maybe, I could squeeze in some cat-petting dopamine before the trail of guilt sets in.

Unzipping my backpack, I pulled out the metal tools and got to work on the lock. I took my phone out of my pocket and began timing myself. The only way I found I could make this enjoyable for me was by trying to see how fast I could pick a lock.

Placing the tension wrench through the keyhole, I twisted, finding the lock turned to the right. I slid the pick through, applying light pressure, listening and feeling for the springs to determine the correct combination. Switching the pick for the rake, I listened as the pins dropped, increasing the pressure on the tension wrench. Twisting, the lock clicked, and I was in.

“Twenty-eight seconds,” I hummed to myself, nodding in approval. New record.

I turned the knob, entering. The cat meowed as if he was waiting for me, immediately purring as it slithered between my legs, head rubbing along my pants, tail wrapping around my ankle. It was massive for a cat, an ashy orange with white spirals trailing its body. Kneeling I scratched its head, flipping the collar between my covered fingers.

“Juice,” I laughed to myself, what a cute name for an Orange cat. He trilled again, meowing loudly at the attention, pushing his head into my hand. At least I’m going to assume it is a him.

Standing up I quickly got to work, unsure of how much time I had. I pulled my flashlight out of my bag and walked into the living room. As I was about to turn off the lamp, just so no one could see inside, I looked at the walls, various band posters plastered across the light green paint. My eyes skimmed over the sleep token one that hung above the couch.

My thoughts immediately trailed back to Y/N, her smile lighting up my mind.

Well, I believe Somewhere in the past Something was between You and I, my dear

Shaking the lyrics out of my head, I took it for a coincidence, before looking through various drawers. Nothing, nothing, nothing.

I decided to look around for a bathroom to search for any medications I knew would make money. Walking around the first floor I found a guest bathroom before I decided to head upstairs to search. There was one right away and I opened the medicine cabinet, almost cheering when I found various prescription bottles. Diazepam, Adderall, Zolpidem, and even cough syrup, Dextromethorphan. Jackpot for me, but I feel bad for whoever has to take these.

I threw the bottles into my bag, before walking to the nearest bedroom. Juice followed me around, meowing loudly at my presence. I tried shushing him, but he remained persistent.

I pushed open the bedroom door and was met with the sweet scent of perfume, which was extremely familiar. I couldn’t place my finger on where I recognized it from.

I furrowed my eyebrows as I looked around, unsure where to go first before my eyes landed on a collection of polaroids taped above the oak wooden bed. Walking towards them, I almost jumped in shock at the women smiling in each photo, my stomach falling. This is Y/N’s house.

No fucking way. Out of every single house I could have gone to I broke into hers. What the fuck kind of strings is fate trying to pull?

I needed to get out now, there was no way in hell I wanted her to catch me here. I can’t just threaten her with a gun. I wanted to get to know her, and if I scare her there’s no way I could pretend it wasn’t me.

Guiltily, I took one last look around her room, looking for anything valuable I could quickly grab before belining it out of there; I still had a job to do. As I turned I heard someone open the front door. My hand covered my mouth in shock, heart racing.

“Juice?”

It was her, I memorized the upturn of her words. Fuck.

Looking around the room frantic, I debated where I was going to hide. Closet? Bathroom? Under the bed?

“Juju baby? Where are you?”

I listened to Y/N’s footsteps as she walked back towards the kitchen, and I took this as my opportunity to walk across the room. The floor creaked under me and I swore to myself again- she heard that; there was no way I would make it to the bathroom.

Juice watched intently from the corner of the room, staring at the door with wide, curious eyes. It was way too quiet below; Y/N must be listening. Juice’s eyes snapped towards the door as soon as he heard the damp creak of Y/N walking up the stairs. I squeezed my eyes shut as Juice ran out of the room, my chest pounding with anxiety. I slid behind the closet door.

The hallway light flickered on and my breath caught in my throat, Y/N screamed before a cautious laugh escaped her lips.

“Jesus Christ cat, you scared the absolute shit out of me!”

Oh my god, what the hell am I going to do?

Juice ran into the room, causing me to jump as he landed on the bed, watching the closet with wide eyes. He meowed as Y/N entered. I needed to get out of here.

“What? Are you hungry? Your bowl is literally full,” she said, and I watched her shake her head as she began to pull her sweater over her head; now was my chance to bolt out.

I slid out of the closet door while her eyes were covered, and as I was about to walk past Y/N she threw her sweater into the hamper; she would turn around any second. Without thinking I panicked, grabbing her from behind, sliding my hand over her mouth to cover any noise.

Her screams were dampened through my glove, and before she could squirm away I wrapped my arm around her torso, holding her firmly against me. Why the fuck didn’t I just run? Why did I think this was a good idea?

With a racing heart, I turned her around to face the mirror, maybe she would see I didn’t mean any harm.

I watched as tears fell from her face, my heart aching as she whimpered when her eyes snapped between my own and the gun.

But of course, she’s going to think you’ll harm her you dumb fuck, you’re a masked vigilante with a goddamn gun.

“I’m not going to hurt you,” I said gently, my voice trembling. I was going to run as soon as I let go, and she would never know it was me; and all would be ok because I would delete her number and never see her again… right?

Y/N stared at me, her body shaking beneath my arms. I held her closer, squeezing instinctually as a form of comfort; but I knew she was anywhere but in solace.

“I’m going to leave, and you’re going to let me. Understood?” I said, sucking in a deep breath as I closed my eyes, preparing myself to book it down the stairs, and out of the house forever.

“Please don’t scream,” I made my last request, loosening my grip on her body. As I pulled myself apart to free her from my cage, Y/N turned around, kicking me with extreme force.

Fuck! I groaned and my hands wrapped around myself protectively as I fell over. My body clenched in pain as I hung my head. Y/N ran out of the room and it took everything in me to get out and follow her; there was no way I was getting out of here without her finding out.

“You fucking followed me you creep!” Y/N screamed, anger seething from her tongue. She held the knife towards me as I crawled out of the room, “You’re a fucking lowlife, get out of my house or I’m calling the cops-”

My eyes locked onto hers, her E/C eyes piercing me with disgust.

“Noah.”

I felt my chest clench and I closed my eyes; she said my name with complete hatred radiating off of every syllable. How did she know it was me? I wasn’t wearing any of the same clothes, and my tattoos weren’t visible.

“I swear to god I had no idea this was your house,” tears brimmed my eyes as I stood up, bracing myself on her door. Pain shot through my crotch as I folded over myself.

“Please Y/N, don’t call the cops,” I begged.

“Why shouldn’t I call the cops!” She screamed towards me, tears falling from her face. Y/N grabbed her phone, dialling who I assumed was 9-1-1, and my stomach fell once again in complete fear. She can’t call the cops- I can’t get caught.

I pleaded one more time, but Y/N pressed the button, and I listened to the faint ring.

They can’t catch me or I’ll lose everything. I’ll lose my brothers, and I won’t be able to fix what I fucked up. Jolly will be so disappointed in me if I’m caught, who else will help Ruffilo and Folio pay off our debts? Who else will stop D if I’m locked up?

Thoughts raced through my mind as I panicked, chest heaving and before I could even think, my hand reached once again for the judgement between my waistband.

Y/N’s face paled, her lips parted as she stared at the gun in terror. I have never seen anyone more afraid in my entire life. Not even the woman from yesterday compared to how Y/N stood frozen, before my threat.

“Hang up,” I whispered, my mouth completely dry from trepidation, “Y/N, hang up, please.”

Y/N spiralled into a panic attack, losing her ability to breathe. Once she calmed down we sat for a moment, before loud knocks erupted from the front door.

“This is LAPD!”

“Shit,” I mumbled, looking frantically. Usually, when you call 9-1-1 and don’t answer the call back they’ll send someone to check your location, to make sure you're okay. I didn’t think they’d come this fast.

Y/N looked between the door and me, wiping the smeared lipstick off of her face.

Do I hide? Do I surrender?

My gaze trailed between her eyes and her red lipstick. Smeared lipstick. My mind raced quickly for a solution, the pounding on the door pulsing through me.

Lipstick can smear when kissing intensely. Kissing intensely implies making out. Perhaps we were making out and she buttdialled 9-1-1. If I get her lipstick on my face it’ll be believable. Then I won’t get caught.

I removed my sweater and tank top to provide the illusion that we were ready to make our souls one. Please do this for me Y/N. Please.

+++++

Y/N

Noah pulled away, frantically, and I watched as the lipstick I wore was smeared over his lips.

“Answer the door with me- pretend we were making out.”

I stared at Noah in disbelief, scoffing. This fucker was mad.

His doe brown eyes implored into my own, “I will tell you everything if you do this for me. Everything about me, everything I can say.”

I watched as his eyes trailed over my face in hopelessness, begging for an answer. I nodded quickly, and Noah grabbed my wrist, pulling me down the stairs.

Noah wrapped his fingers in my belt loop, tugging me beside him; he then opened the door, revealing our deceit to the uniformed man who stood ahead.

“Hi officer?” Noah asked in a confused tone, panting his chest heavily, all for show.

“Evening,” the man at the door darted his eyes between the two of us quizzically.

Noah pulled me into him, wrapping his arm around me. Playing into it I gave the officer a puzzled look, placing my hand on Noah’s chest with false admiration.

“Uh- we received a phone call from this location, we wanted to check in to make sure everyone is alright.” He eyed me suspiciously. Noah must have noticed, so he held me closer. I rested my head on his chest, listening to his rapid heartbeat. I fit into him like I was always meant to be there, our bodies the perfect ratio. The amenity I felt as I rested beside his body sent shivers down my spine; I shouldn’t be feeling this way when he had just broken into my house.

The officer skimmed over my lips before gazing at Noah’s face, analyzing our deception.

“Oh, you did?” Noah furrowed his brows, looking down at me now.

“I didn’t call…” I said, patting my pockets, “My phone is upstairs, one second.”

I ran up the stairs and grabbed my device, before looking at the call log.

“Oh shit,” I laughed, fabricating a smile up at Noah, pushing myself back into his side, “I must’ve butt dialled… when you uhm…”

Noah raised a brow, and I looked between him and the officer, “when you pushed me against the wall,” I whispered the lie through gritted teeth, being loud enough just for the man at the door to hear.

Noah’s lips splayed into a sly smile, before he winked at the officer, “I was away on a trip for three weeks, y’know how it is.”

The officer coughed, looking anywhere but at us now, “Alright well, stay safe you two. Have a great night.”

“Oh, we will, Right babe?” Noah laughed, slapping my ass which caused me to yelp.

“Have a great night officer, sorry again!” I said, pulling Noah’s arm away from the door before shutting it.

Noah closed his eyes as relief filled him, his tense shoulders relaxing. I took a step back, still cautious.

“Now get your shit and leave,” I said, immediately glaring at him, “I never want to see you again.” I wiped my lips, attempting to erase the memory of him from a few minutes ago. His touch branded into me.

“Let me explain,” Noah held out his hands, taking a step towards me. He watched me with so much genuine concern, that I felt my walls breaking down. I took another step back. As much as I wanted nothing more to do with him, my mind raced with innate curiosity at the same time.

“You have five minutes.” I sighed, “Grab your shirt, it’s weird that you’re standing there half-naked.”

Noah nodded, scrambling up the stairs, and pulling his clothes back over his body. I led us into the living room, flopping onto the couch, motioning for him to take a seat next to me.

Noah sat on the opposite side, as far as he could from me, before letting his body sink into the fabric as he closed his eyes again, taking a deep breath. We sat in silence for a moment, the Deja Vu of events mirroring our earlier endeavour in the park. This time it was different. I know I reminisced earlier about wanting adventure in my life, but a strange variation of Stockholm syndrome was not on today’s agenda. However, something stirred inside me as I sat beside the vigilante, the man who captured my gaze earlier still pulling at the strings of my perplexed endearment.

“So,” Noah began, staring at the carpet.

“So,” I mimicked, watching him warily, “you don’t strike me as a professional criminal.”

“That’s what makes me good at it I guess.” Noah stifled a laugh. I rolled my eyes at him.

“I know you don’t believe me, but I didn’t follow you,” Noah said, holding his face in his hands, “Like Y/N, the odds are astronomical. I genuinely don’t know the probability of choosing your house out of the rest of the neighbourhood.”

“Why was my house chosen then?” I asked, eyes quizzical.

Noah shrugged, “I don’t know, there isn’t a method. I saw the light on, I heard your cat. I don’t know.”

“Sure,” I scoffed, folding my arms over my chest, “maybe one day you’ll admit you’re a fucking stalker.”

Noah shook his head, “are you even hearing me?”

He sat up, leaning over his knees, “I swear to the fucking gods, satan, whoever you want, that I did not know, this was your house. Over the bodies of my dead parents even.”

His eyes bore into mine as he said the last line and my breath hitched in my throat. The pain in his expression caused me to swallow harshly, my heart sinking.

“You have dead parents too?”

Noah licked his lips as his eyebrows furrowed. Snapping his gaze from me he hung over his knees again, staring at the floor.“My mom died from cancer. My dad couldn’t handle it and killed himself. I was only twelve, but I had my best friends who took me in. My brothers.”

My mouth felt dry as I listened to him speak. It made sense to me why he never said sorry in the park when I told him about mine. He knew that sorry’s wouldn’t change the fact they were already dead, and sympathy felt like pity; especially in this case.

“So, what are you doing in my house in the first place?”

Noah looked the other way as he avoided my eyes in shame, “Stealing. Larceny. Theivery. Whatever you’d like to call it. It’s one of the easiest ways to make money on the streets; other than drugs.”

“So you’re a burglar.” I nodded, tightening my smile, “Boy, you really know how to pick ‘em, Y/N.” I mumbled to myself, almost laughing at how comical it sounded.

“I wouldn’t be doing this if I didn’t have to.” Noah sat back on the couch now, letting his head rest back against the furniture, the tattoo that crawled around his neck splayed for my eyes, “but we owe a lot of money to a very dangerous man, and this is the only way we can keep up with his requests.”

“Who?” I asked, this newfound information leaving me curious as I tried my best not to stare at the snake that wrapped around his nape.

Noah closed his eyes, “You shouldn’t know; for your safety.”

I gave him a dry laugh, “My safety was long gone the second I agreed to you sitting on my couch.”

“Touche,” Noah hummed, “But that is one thing I won’t tell you.”

“How long have you been… doing this?” I watched him as he turned his head.

“Long enough.”

“How long Noah?” I pried, “If that’s even your name.”

He raised a brow, “that’s my real name. Noah Sebastian if you want specifics.”

Noah Sebastian.

“The grand fuck up, as my friend Jolly likes to call it, started when I was fourteen,” Noah ran his thumb across the tops of his fingers, “Ever since then, we’ve been paying our back monthly.”

“And what’s ‘the grand fuck up’?” I watched as he outlined the letters on his knuckles; I never noticed what they said earlier.

“It was my first job, and Jolly said I needed to do it to become a man- to join the pact.” Noah said, his hazelnut eyes fixated on the letters, “I stole an expensive car, that I guess happened to have something valuable in it. The car belonged to our beloved felon if you will. He caught us and said we could either be killed or work for him. When we pay off the debt we owe, we can be free.”

“We being…” I questioned.

“Me and my three amigos.” Noah said, “I fucked us all over, and it’s been seven years. Seven years and nothing has changed.”

Noah squeezed his eyes closed again, the guilt eating him alive as he held back the tears that brimmed his eyes. My guard began letting go, the urge to wrap my arms around his body and comfort him surging through me.

“What does your tattoo say?” I asked, changing the subject.

Noah looked at his fingers again, blinking rapidly, “Bad omens.”

“Bad omens?”

He held his hands out to me, scooting closer to me. Instinctually I grabbed his hands with my own, surveying the ink that embedded these words into his skin forever.

“An omen is a sign of something to come. Everything that comes my way seems to be bad.” Noah’s eyes trailed my fingers as I began tracing over the letters myself, thinking about his words.

“Then I went to the coffee shop I go to every day and saw you. For once I thought maybe something good could happen,” His uncomfortable snicker snapped my eyes up to meet his, the deep ochre core engrossing me, “but I royally fucked that up, didn’t I?”

I pulled my hands from his, my fingers tingling from our contact.

“You can’t live in bad premonition.” I shook my head, sitting sideways on the couch so I faced the boy in front of me.

“Always have. Always will.” He shrugged, passing a small smile.

My chest ached at his words, the hopelessness reminding me of my past self. If Noah were to have talked to me a year ago, when I was stuck in my shithole of life back home, I would have said the same thing. Life was meaningless, and there was nowhere to go. I had been stuck in a loop of neverending sadness, but I had made it out now. I had worked my ass off to start fresh and begin a new life with my sorrows behind me. It was possible, but Noah was still stuck in his never-ending record, any thoughts of emboldened possibilities untouched and futile.

“At this point, I don’t even feel real; not unless I’m hurting in some way,” He said, the agony behind his voice catching me off guard, “It’s not like I enjoy being in this cycle of pain, but I’m so used to it. I don’t know what to do without it anymore.”

Noah scoffed, looking at his hands again in an attempt to distract his words, “Sometimes I think it would be better to just give up. Maybe I’ll see my dad again.”

I winced as he said that and pulled myself up onto the couch fully, holding my legs to my chest, “What keeps you going?” Tell me more, mysterious man. I’m ready to listen.

“My brothers. I need to help them and fix what I did.”

“Then what? When that’s done?” I pried, invested in his enigmatic words.

Noah’s silence didn’t surprise me as he stared at the ground, his mind capturing him. I wanted to ask him what thoughts ran through his head, but we sat in stillness again, the only sound present was the soft tick of my living room clock. Juice had crawled out of hiding, stalking into the living room. He meowed lightly, jumping onto the couch next to Noah. He sniffed him before rubbing his head along Noah’s sleeve.

“I don’t know.” He finally whispered in a sullen tone, raising his hand to gently stroke Juice’s fur. The hair on my arms raised at his dejected words as I watched Juice fold into his touch, Noah immediately loving on my cat.

“You look like you need a hug,” I surprised myself at my offer, but I stood up, holding my arms open and inviting Noah into my intimate space.

He watched me bewildered, “Huh?”

“Get over here.” I motioned for him to stand, and he hesitated for a moment before getting up.

Noah’s lanky figure approached me, and I wrapped my arms around him, pulling his body towards mine in a protective embrace. I stood on my tiptoes to place my head in the crook of his neck, squeezing his body against my chest. Noah’s breath hitched in his throat as he held himself stiffly before easing his body into our entwined limbs. His arms held me close, his head resting against my own. As his chest shook through his complacency, I breathed deeply, sighing into our hug. Noah joined me in a deep exhale, listening to our breaths as we held onto each other, exchanging memories through our hold.

I’m sorry you lost your parents. I’m sorry you’re stuck. I’m listening.

“You don’t have to carry it all yourself. Humans aren’t made to be solitary creatures.” Boldly, I held my hand against Noah’s head, capturing him and all of his wounds. As I ran my fingers through his hair, Noah’s shoulders began to shake.

Can one of us be saved?

I can't forgive you, but I can't look away I have to tell myself it's better, better this way It's killing me

Soft sobs left his lips, his body vibrating through his tears.

Don't wait for the light Just fall asleep, embrace the night

The man crumbling before me was not a terrible person. He was merely a lost soul, fastened to routine and never-ending affliction. Perhaps, I can be another step to helping him find himself. He reminded me so much of my past; I couldn’t leave him.

Even if I got hurt in the process.

+++++

NOAH

I stood in Y/N’s arms for a few minutes as she squeezed my body reassuringly, continually running her fingers through my locks, pulling pained memories through each stroke, taking pieces of me for herself.

I can’t believe that through the absolute shit storm that was an hour ago, I stood here, sobbing in this woman’s embrace. I didn’t deserve to be treated with such kindness, yet Y/N held me as if we had known each other for years; as if I didn’t just invade all of her privacy and trust.

I haven’t shared my story with someone in a long time. My only family was Ruffilo, Folio and Jolly. They were the only ones who saw me suffer, but the way Y/N held me caused me to completely break down. How someone I met not even 24 hours ago could break down my walls left me baffled; but here I was, completely vulnerable to her touch.

How could she be so kind and selfless? She listened and understood. Her parents were gone too. She knew the feelings of abandonment.

Keep telling myself that I was the victim You were the one that pulled away I've got a cold heart, this is the sad part I don't think I can change

But the difference was that I was corrupt. I was not the good guy; my presence was tainting her.

Can one of us be saved? I feel like I'm better, better in a grave Better in a grave Better in a grave

“What’s the next step from acquaintances?” she tried to lighten the mood, giving me a small laugh.

I pulled away, my body already infected with the remembrance of her touch against my limbs. I wiped my eyes, face reddening at the embarrassment. I can’t believe I just cried on some girl’s shoulder. She was no longer just some girl.

“I mean, I don’t know if we should even be considered friends. I broke into your house.” I scoffed, wiping my nose with my hoodie sleeve as I sniffed.

“What about acquaintance-squared?” Y/N said, “I think now that I know you’re not just Noah, we’ve upgraded.”

I laughed, “Level two friendly strangers?”

Y/N joined me, the sound that left her body angelic. Part of me wanted to listen to her melody forever.

I knew then that I was fucked. Her hooks snagged me this morning, but now they were embedded, scars bound to be permanent. There was no way I could just leave her as a forgotten memory as I had thought earlier.

She knew too much.

“Sit down. I’m going to make you something to eat.” Y/N said, smiling kindly. My phone began buzzing in my pocket; I knew it had to be one of the boys.

I immediately shook my head in protest, “No Y/N, I should go.”

“I don’t mind.”

“I don’t deserve your hospitality.” I pulled my phone out and checked the caller ID. It was Ruffilo. 32 missed texts.

Jolly: You alright?

Jolly: Almost done?

Jolly: It’s been almost two hours since I’ve heard anything.

Jolly: You should’ve been done within the first hour.

Jolly: Your location says you’re still there; where are you?

Jolly: Noah answer your fucking phone.

She must’ve noticed the anxiety on my face when I noticed the messages. “Where do you live? At least let me drive you home then?”

I shook my head again, “It’s ok, I’ll walk.”

Y/N looked at the clock in the living room, “It’s three am, Noah. You’re not walking alone at this time.”

I almost scoffed at her worry but refrained, placing a hand on her shoulder, “Y/N, I’ll be okay.”

She scrunched her nose, clearly frustrated at my stubbornness. The pout her lips formed, whether out of tactic or genuine, left my heart racing.

“Noah,” She marched to the front door, grabbing her keys as she slipped on a pair of slippers shaped like cows. I couldn’t help but laugh lightly.

“Let’s go pretty boy.”

“I’m walking,” I stated, shoving my phone back into my pocket.

Y/N furrowed her brows again, the way she glared stirring the butterflies in my stomach. What is going on with me? “You look cute when you’re mad.”

Y/N opened the door, pointing outside, “Oh, you think I’m cute when I’m mad? Then I’m about to be fucking gorgeous if you’re not in my car in 2 seconds.” She seethed.

I held my arms up in defence, chuckling, “Ok, ok. I’m coming.”

Y/N and I sat in her freakishly small silver Chevy Spark, my limbs cramped against the dashboard.

“Could you have gotten a smaller car?” I laughed.

She turned on the heat, before adjusting the music, “I didn’t necessarily plan on having a 6ft tall robber in my passenger seat.”

I rolled my eyes, “Valid point.” The guilt ate at my insides once again. Y/N pressed play, the song blasting through the tiny stereo.

“Address?” She asked, looking at me.

“If you know where the Marlborough Motel is, it’s there.”

Y/N’s face scrunched again, “Like, you live by there?”

I shook my head, “No, we live in the motel.”

Her face fell, and my stomach churned. No, no sympathy.

She nodded, before backing out of the driveway, heading towards our destination. One of us played through the car, the song burning my ears now.

You played the cards, you know I wanted to see Behind the curtain, always pulling the strings in my head

But now I think it's time to cut the ends I won't make the same mistake again

Once she dropped me off, I would leave her behind forever. I had to, for my sanity, and hers.

“I mean, housekeeping must be a blessing?” Y/N said gently, giving me a quaint smile.

“Yes, I enjoy the smell of cheap laundry detergent and a stranger filtering through my stuff.”

She sighed, and I watched the rows of houses and streetlights pass through the window, before closing my eyes. Jolly was going to kill me when I got home; especially now that I got someone else tangled in this mess; and I failed a job. Another screw-up on the checklist. Not to mention I didn’t bring anything back to sell.

As soon as my mind wandered to making no money, I remembered my backpack; and the gun.

The gun and backpack I left at Y/N’s. The one she’s going to see has all of her prescriptions inside of it.

My throat felt tight at the realization, but I swallowed the nerves, reminding myself that I’d never see her again after today. I’ll forget about her, and this. I won’t need to see her disappointment.

You got what you deserved And that was me You saw me at my worst You saw the worst in me

We arrived at the motel and I sighed, realizing the light was still on. No doubt the boys were still up waiting for me. Y/N and I sat quietly for a moment before she turned to look at me.

“Well, level two friendly stranger.” Y/N coughed, the awkwardness filling the tiny vehicle.

I looked at her, smiling softly. She smiled back and my heart winced, the reality sinking in that this would be goodbye. My eyes trailed all over her face, absorbing her features, burning them into my memory. There was no way I could face her again.

“Thanks for this riveting adventure,” She laughed, “This truly was an extremely confusing situation to be in, but I’m glad that you were my first criminal experience.”

Unsure what to say, I tried to joke back, “Thanks for being my favourite victim.”

My own words stung as my thoughts raced over my past felonies, but I suppose she was my favourite victim. If it was even alright to say something fucked up like that.

“I’ll see you for your regular coffee?” She asked, something seeping through her eyes. Hope.

“Yeah.” I gave a stiff laugh, “see you.”

I got out of the car, turning back to wave before I opened the motel door, and my heart yearned. Y/N pulled away. Goodbye.

Tell me that I'm wrong Tell me that I'm wrong

I was immediately pulled into a bone-crushing embrace.

“You have got to be kidding me, you had me fucking worried bro.” Ruffilo squeezed me and I sighed heavily, hugging him back.

“What the fuck? Who was that in the car?” Folio asked, watching out the window before sliding the curtain back over the glass.

“It’s a long story.” I groaned, flopping on the cot once again.

“I don’t care what the story is,” Jolly spoke, his voice filled with anger. I knew the anger was replacing his worry. “What loot did you get?”

“Nothing.” I cowered.

“What?” Folio said, disappointment radiating through him, “You were gone that long and got nothing?”

“Is this a fucking joke?” Jolly laughed, “I thought you got over your little episode from earlier.”

I sat up, looking between each of the boys, “Trust me. I had a fucking great haul. Until I got caught.”

“You didn’t,” Ruffilo said, completely deadpan.

“It’s fine, she won’t say anything,” I reassured them, pulling off my shoes.

“What? Do you suddenly trust some bitch who caught you breaking into her house? How pussy deprived are you?” Jolly snarled, “We are screwed.”

“She drove you home to? So now she knows where we fucking live? You idiot!” Folio yelled, running his fingers through his hair.

“What was the haul?” Ruffilo asked.

I held my head in my hands as I mumbled, “Almost full bottles of Diazepam, Adderall, Zolpidem, and Dextromethorphan.”

All three of them groaned, frustrated.

“Dude that’s thousands of dollars!” Folio yelled, “You should go back and get those if you’re all buddy-buddy now.”

I immediately glared, shooting daggers toward the youngest, “Fuck off. It’s not going to happen.”

“No, Nick’s right,” Jolly said, “That’s a good fucking haul. We could use the extra money right now.”

“I said,” I growled through gritted teeth, “It’s not going to happen.”

I walked towards the bathroom door, slamming it. Holding my head in my hands I groaned in frustration, conflicted and confused. This day couldn’t be real.

I turned the shower on, and stripped off my clothes, letting the water wash away my sins.

I can't forgive you, but I can't look away I walked through fire I was born in the flames

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Y/N

I walked up the stairs when I got home, Juice trailing behind me. I let out an exhale of strife, confused at today’s events. I noticed a backpack sitting in front of my bedroom door, and items inside rattled. Curiously, I opened it, revealing all of my pill bottles.

I stared at the pills for a moment, my chest heaving.

Did he purposefully forget his backpack? Or would he have sold them for money anyway?

I shook the thoughts out of my head, deciding that sleep was my priority as I had to be in for work in four hours.

+++++

The next morning my mind was consumed with the thoughts of last night. Whether it was sleep deprivation, anxiety, or the titillation of Noah. Annika questioned why I was so on edge but I brushed her concern off, reassuring her it was just the lack of sleep.

My heart yearned for some reason, and I knew that despite my obvious infatuation with him, I shouldn't be so caught up on the stranger; especially after learning his criminal lifestyle. However, that just made me even more captivated. Something was different about him, he wasn’t corrupt. He couldn’t be.

I kept watching the door, waiting to see if he would come in.

But he never did.

It wasn’t until 4:30, half an hour before we closed, that the door dinged and my heart lept; turning around hoping that it was the long-haired brunette; but I was surprised to see another set of long hair and tattoos, the man’s onyx locks and silver eyes radiant.

My heart raced to thoughts of Noah; this man was so similar yet so different; but my mind kept going back to his chocolate-brown eyes.

“One large coffee please, one cream and one sugar,” He asked for the same order.

As the man handed me the change I couldn’t help but notice the tattoos on his knuckles, and I almost dropped the money; Bad Omen was scrawled above the moon cycle that transpired along each finger.

We watched each other, his eyes boring into me with a sense of understanding as I gave him the cup.

Can one of us be saved? Better in a grave

+++++

NOAH

“So she knows the tattoo?” Nicholas asked as he handed me the coffee. I adjusted my sunglasses, coughing lightly.

“She asked, I answered,” I said, taking a sip. The warm liquid coated my throat as my mind wandered to her image. I wanted to go in myself, but I knew I couldn’t face her again; it was better off this way. She would go her way, I would go mine.

After my shower, I explained everything to Ruffilo. He always listened best, and he was always the most understanding. He was just as surprised at how the events played out.

“She looked so hopeful when she turned around man,” Ruffilo said, shoving his hands in his jean pockets as we walked back towards the motel, “I think she wanted me to be you.”

“I don’t understand why,” I said.

“Because you’re not a bad person. She can see you through whatever guard you’re trying to put up. You were into each other before last night,” Nicholas sighed, “And the fact she still seems interested after either means two things-”

I gave him the side eye, waiting for him to continue.

“-she’s either batshit crazy, or, she sees you past the shit you’ve been through because she gets it,” Nicholas reassured me, and I sighed. He was right. I know Y/N understood certain aspects because she just escaped her own cage; but was I ready to risk everything to see her again? For the chance she forgives me?

Ruffilo looked at his watch, “Shit we gotta get back fast. Jolly and Folio will be back in ten to pick us up before we get to meet with D to drop off the load.”

I nodded, picking up pace as I took another sip of my coffee, “Hopefully they got enough to make up for yesterday’s loss.”

Nicholas touched my shoulder, “Don’t be so hard on yourself brother. You almost got caught and evaded it.”

“I did get caught, just not by the law.” I corrected.

“Ok, but by a pretty lady instead. I’d say win-win.”

I pushed his shoulder, nudging his comment away; but he was right. She is gorgeous. And I was fucking lucky things played out the way they did.

We made it back to the motel, Jolly and Folio already outside loading the car with bags of cash.

“Good haul then boys?” Ruffilo said as he lit a cigarette. We approached them and I eyed the bags; it was almost too much money.

Folio nodded, “We made up last night’s loss, plus extra. Looks like we goin’ out and eatin’ good tonight!” He clapped his hands together before drumming on the hood of the car, the energy radiating from his body.

“How did you get all of this in a couple of hours?” I asked, cautious.

Jolly lit a cigarette as well, hopping in the front seat. We followed suit, and I rolled down the window to prevent the smoke from filling the car. Joints I could handle, cigarettes made my throat burn.

“We robbed a convenience store off of 9th Ave,” Jolly said, “It was the fastest way to get the cash.”

I narrowed my eyes, watching him in the mirror, “Aren’t you the one that says we should always avoid businesses as it is ‘too risky’”.

Jolly scoffed, “Yeah, but I do it well. So I don’t mind taking that risk considering we were thousands behind.”

“Whatever,” I muttered, looking out the window. Today’s meeting with D was the most important; it was the deciding factor of whether or not we would be out of this mess soon.

The ride was quiet until we pulled up to the abandoned warehouse along the pier. Dread filled me immediately as our car was surrounded by various men in black masks, machine guns hanging from their arms.

“Out with your hands up,” the voice of the guard rattled from outside the car, loud enough but dampened from the mask he wore.

The four of us got out with our hands raised, used to the standard procedure.

“Gentlemen!” The familiar voice boomed from down the pier, and I shivered as his shadow approached, the silver blonde hair glistening in the evening moonlight, “What have you brought me this month?”

“Roughly thirteen thousand,” Jolly said as the masked guards rummaged through our car, opening up the duffle bags.

D’s eyes were sharp as they danced between us, scanning the crowd as if he were taunting his prey. He clicked his tongue in distaste.

“I thought we agreed upon fifteen thousand this month.”

Jolly almost lunged at the man, but he clenched his fists, remaining still, “No, we agreed on twelve. You’re lucky we got the extra thousand and didn’t keep it for ourselves.”

D chuckled darkly, his teeth snarling into an evil grin, “Oh, I’m lucky, eh?”

He walked closer to us, his body fully on display, arms crossed behind his back, “I would say you should be lucky that I’m willing to let you get away with this, for a price.”

“We did what you asked,” Jolly growled, “We shook on twelve.”

D smiled, raising his brow, “and yet, you brought thirteen.”

Jolly stayed silent and the three of us watched as the man ahead marched between our bodies, encasing us in his trap once again.

“I expect twenty thousand next month. You’re clearly capable of bringing in more.”

My eyes widened, snapping towards the boys in complete shock.

“Twenty?” I exclaimed, my eyebrows raised in disbelief, “How the fuck are we supposed to get twenty? We get closer and closer to getting caught every day by you raising the price.”

D cackled, “We wouldn’t be in this situation if it wasn’t for you young Noah, so why don’t you grow a pair and come up with different ways to earn money then, huh?”

��We can’t get twenty,” Ruffilo stated, shaking his head in a plea.

“Why don’t we make it twenty-four?” D clapped his hands together, giving us a broad, sickening smile I wanted to punch off of his fucking face.

“Twenty is fine.” Jolly gritted his teeth.

“That’s my boy,” D waltzed over to Jolly, patting his back. Jolly revolted against his touch, leaning away through D’s false camaraderie, “But I do have some good news for you.”

My ears peaked at his promise.

“Next month your debt will be paid. This twenty will cover the costs.”

I had to restrain myself from audibly cheering, but my eyes met Ruffilo’s as we shared a silent celebration, my heart hammering against my chest. Is this it? Just twenty thousand more, and we will be free?

“However there is one condition,” D said in a sly, playful tone, slowly stepping towards me before eying me, chest to chest.

He stared at me intensely, and I watched back, swallowing the lump in my throat.

“Noah is the only one that can pay me back. No help. Only Noah’s work.”

+++++

As soon as we got into the car, tears of anger streamed down my face. This had to be a dream. Why the fuck couldn’t I wake up.

“The four of you will wear trackers. That way I know Noah’s alone when he gets the cash, and brings it to me at the end of each week.”

The boys remained silent the whole way, Nicholas giving me sympathetic glances every so often.

“One final test to see if you’ve really learned your lesson, pretty boy.”

I punched the headrest in front of me, anger seeping through my veins. Pretty boy.

“I think we could all use a drink.” Jolly sighed, turning the car into the parking lot of a local bar. Sammy’s.

The boys got out of the car and I lingered there for a moment, squeezing my eyes shut as my chest rose and fell with heavy breaths. Fuck this. Fuck everything. Life was a literal bad omen.

I opened the door, slamming it forcefully as I pulled my hood over my head, following the boys into the bar. I avoided the crowd, sliding into the booth Jolly led us to, leaning into the wall.

“What do you want Noah?” Ruffilo asked.

“Tequila,” I mumbled, rubbing my eyes. At least that would numb the pain for a bit, “Hennesey.”

“Shouldn’t mix that but ok,” Ruffilo said, standing up to grab the drinks; as he turned he hesitated, “Uh, Noah-”

I looked up at him, removing my hood in curiosity before my gaze slipped to the woman past him, standing behind the counter.

Y/N stood there, a tight black tank top wrapped around her delicate body, short shorts riding just below her ass. The fanny pack across her waist and name tag were the cherry on top; because there was no fucking way she worked here.

Her mouth hung open slightly as we stared back at each other, my cheeks turning a faint pink as she tucked her H/C hair behind her ear, replacing her shock with a smile that lit up her gentle, imploring eyes.

I looked up at Ruffilo who just shook his head in shock, “I don’t know man but somethings telling me you’re meant to know her.”

“That’s Y/N?” Folio asked, a low whistle leaving his lips.

“How do you know about her?” I gritted my teeth, leaning over the table in a whisper before glancing at Nicholas, “You told them?”

“They needed to know,” Ruffilo said, shaking his head again before walking up to the bar.

“She’s gorgeous, I’ll give you that.” Jolly nodded in approval, eying the woman as she talked to Ruffilo, her eyes darting back towards me.

I kept looking back at her until my ears flushed and I turned away, leaving her gaze to burn holes into my skin.

“Now what?” I asked, running my fingers through my hair, twisting the ends nervously.

“Go say hi you fucking idiot,” Folio exclaimed like it was the most obvious thing in the world, “You’re both ogling at each other, so go do it over there.”

I blew out a puff of air, pulling myself out of the booth. I walked towards Ruffilo and Y/N, her face lighting up as soon as she watched me approach them.

“Why do you keep following me?” I eyed her playfully, sitting on the stool in front of the counter. Nicholas pushed the tequila shot and cup of hennesey towards me.

I downed the liquor in one go, closing my eyes as the gentle burn ran down my throat, savouring the taste of ignorance.

“I’m surprised to see you here,” Y/N laughed lightly, grabbing the empty glass, “But at the same time I don’t think I am either.”

“Something keeps bringing us back together,” I snorted, downing the glass of the brown liquor now, its ember fire dancing across my tastebuds, “I have a feeling I’m supposed to get to know you.”

Nicholas left with three beers, leaving me and Y/N alone.

Y/N played with her hair again, tucking it behind her ears, “It’s quite strange.”

I nodded, “Can I get two more shots?”

Y/N lined up the glasses, pouring the liquor into them. I downed it again, sighing heavily.

“You got your friend to get your coffee this evening?” Y/N asked now, colour rising to her face as she warmed, almost like she was embarrassed at noticing my lack of presence.

“I’m surprised you’re talking to me after finding what was in my bag.” I laughed, my vision starting to blur. It’s been a while since I’ve drank, and my tolerance must have lowered.

She poured me another, as If I had asked with my eyes, and smiled gently, “You didn’t take it back with you though. You left it behind.” Not sure it was quite on purpose, but I’m glad she thinks so.

“Those guys are your gang?” She nodded her head towards Jolly, Folio, and Ruffilo. I turned, and they immediately looked away, pretending they weren’t watching our entire interaction unfold. My ears began ringing as the alcohol consumed me, the song playing above us getting louder.

I carry your heart around Like a child that has just been born I try not to let you down And I try not to show my thorns

“Those are my brothers.” I nodded, resting my head on the wooden counter, and closing my eyes in defeat.

“Noah… are you ok?” Y/N placed her hand gently on my own, and my body warmed.

You can run but cannot hide If we fail, then at least I tried To save your soul from becoming hurt and scared

“Yes,” I whispered, lying through my lips. Y/N came around the counter, reaching for me full of compassion. She hugged me again and I leaned into her touch.

I pretend that things are alright I can comfort you and hold you tight

My lies didn’t go past her, “I can go on my break now. Want to talk about it?”

I sat up, staring at her through dizzy lenses, my body vibrating from the alcohol that coursed through me.

Standing now I grabbed her wrist, tugging her with me towards the washrooms.

“Noah,” She whispered as we turned the corner, away from public eyes.

To love you feels like Walking on broken glass

I know I didn’t deserve someone like Y/N in my life. The kindness and compassion she showed me, a stranger, or as she claimed, level two acquaintance, left me baffled.

But I knew that she was meant to be somewhere in my life. The strings pulled by fate led me to her, even in this short amount of time.

The alcohol offered me courage to pull her against me, holding her in my arms. I clung to her body, breathing her in, feeling the way her warm skin felt against my merciless hands.

“Why do I feel like I can tell you anything?” I hiccuped, looking down at her. Y/N peered at me through her lashes before resting her head against my chest, “Why do I trust you?”

She laughed, holding onto me, “Why do I trust you?”

My hands ran across her back, fingernails trailing across her delicate S/C skin, “I don’t know. Maybe it’s because I’m your type.”

Y/N laughed again, smiling up at me, “Oh, ok, sure.”

“I met you for a reason,” I said as I swayed with her against me. Drunk words were sober thoughts as they said.

“Maybe,” She said.

“T-there’s no other ex-explanation,” I stuttered, closing my eyes as the liquor consumed me. All I could feel was her warmth against me as my heart raced. I let my hand trail up her arm, cupping her chin as I lifted her to face me.

Will you carry my heart around When it's old and grey? Will you stay until we fade away?

As our eyes spoke to each other, my body instinctually leaned down, pulling her towards me. Our lips brushed each other for a moment, and although I knew this was a bad decision, I couldn’t care less. Y/N stood on her tiptoes, reaching up as she pushed her lips into mine. My hands slid across her back, holding her protectively against me as my heart hammered.

I kissed her lips hungrily, my mind dancing to a thousand dirty images, unsure whether it was the alcohol, the fact I hadn’t been with a woman in ages, or that it was Y/N.

I allowed my hands to slide down to her thighs, clawing at the skin before sliding them underneath the bottom of her shorts.

“Noah-” she breathed out, pulling away, unsure.

“Bathroom,” I said lowly, pushing her towards the door. She followed, and as soon as we were inside I locked the door, lifting her up onto the counter, inviting myself between her legs.

I gnawed on her bottom lip as her fingers began running through my hair, pulling me towards her. Our tongues met, and I couldn’t help but smile into the kiss. I was unsure where this was going, but all I could think about was taking her right here, right now. Hormones taking over, my need for pleasure begging to erase the pain.

“I want to fuck you against this counter-top.” I said, running my fingers across her neck gently.

She moaned at my words and into my kiss, pulling away, “I don’t know if this is a good idea-” She began, but my fingers tugged at her belt loop, pulling her hips against mine as I bared my own into hers.

“One time,” I whispered, placing my forehead against hers as my chest heaved heavily from our kiss, “One time to forget the pain.”

It would never just be one time.

Y/N’s eyes bore into mine, before she fluttered them closed, nodding as she pulled me in for another kiss. A new warmth washed over me as I got even harder, the familiar feeling of excitement preparing my body for Y/N’s.

I pulled at her shorts, tugging them down, and exposing Y/N’s underwear. She sat on the counter and a guttural groan escaped from my throat as I watched as her legs spread, just for me.

This was so fucked up, but I don’t care.

I trailed my hands across her skin and slid into her panties, allowing my fingers to run along her already slick folds, internally begging to replace my digits with my heat that longed to be touched.

I kissed her again, sliding my fingers inside of her, causing Y/N to gasp lightly as my thumb traced her along her core, dancing along her desire.

Lust filled my senses as I pulled away, “Is this okay?” I said, tugging my jeans down to free myself. Y/N watched through hooded eyes as she nodded desperately.

“Please, fuck me, Noah.” She begged, pushing herself onto the edge of the counter.

I spit into my hand and Y/N watched attentively, following my every move as my body shivered as I rubbed along himself, before positioning against her entrance. We shared eye contact again and she nodded in approval before I pushed inside, my body immediately shuddering as Y/N moved her hips against mine.

I sighed deeply, squeezing my eyes closed briefly as Y/N’s warm body enveloped me.

I will never forget the day Our souls became one And I know there's a secret We've been Swallowing Lying so passionately

Her forehead creased as she concentrated on the sensations of my body inside of her, soft gasps leaving her throat as my hips rolled into hers. I watched her, studying her expressions as best I could through my inebriated state.

I held her thighs, digging my nails into the sides as she clenched around me, a moan escaping her. I quickly covered her mouth with my hand, memories from earlier flashing back when I held her against me in her bedroom.

“Don’t make a sound,” I said, her eyes widening before becoming hooded again, infatuation evident in her expression, “I wouldn’t want you to get fired.”

Y/N almost whined in protest, the erotic sounds begging to release from her chest. My body spun in euphoria, the sensation around her amorous and ardent. My forehead puckered as I tried my best to keep myself going, but I knew I was close. Alcohol did not give me the greatest stamina.

“Come for me Noah,” She whispered through my hand, and my body shuddered at her pleas.

I gripped her hips, pulling her roughly against me as I fucked out my depression, letting the elation keep me ignorant. Pounding into her body I let myself finally release, pulling out as I stroked myself, spilling onto her stomach.

My breathing was heavy, before I kneeled on the ground, kissing up Y/N’s thigh, and she watched me, confused.

“What are you doing?” She asked.

“It’s your turn princess,” I reached her core, pulling her hips towards me as I placed my mouth onto her, sucking on the delicate skin. Y/N covered her mouth with one hand, the other tangling into my scalp as she rubbed herself along my face.

I licked through her folds, savouring the taste her body created, feasting on what I knew was meant to be mine. Even intoxicated, I knew what I was doing.

“Fuck Noah,” She whispered, panting as she threw her head back into the mirror, eyebrows furrowed in pleasure.

“Oh my god don’t stop.” She moaned, and I obliged, giving her everything I could.

“Come Y/N,” I said between sucking, and squeezing her hips, “be a good girl for me.”

Her legs began to vibrate, her mouth open, sound unable to escape as she shook through her orgasm. I didn’t stop until she physically pushed me away, shallow breaths leaving her lips.

I grabbed her chin, pulling her lips to mine, begging her to taste herself from my tongue.

Life had broken her; just as it had broken him. But when they got together, their pieces became whole. And they started on their journey, together, mended as one. - Steve Maraboli

Chapter three

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