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The Romantic Drug Case - a Novel
Chapter 2 out now!!
"The only woman I've ever loved was you..." - Liam S Henderson
Two lawyers meet at a restaurant when an unfortunate acident happends and they end up hating each other. Although they feel this for each other, they are forced to work together to solve a very important case as boss and employer. Will they hate each other forever, or will new fellings for the other be born in the mist of it all?
Tropes: Enemies-to-Friends-to-Lovers Age Gap (5 years) Workplace romance Forbidden Love Grumpy/Sunshine
The book is not finnished yet, but I plan on uploading at least one new chapter every week! Hope you read and like the book!!
Adalynn Murray:



Adalynn and Liam:



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New Novel - The Romantic Drug Case
Hi!! I'm kim ryoko and i've starte writing this novel where two lawyers meet at a restaurant when an unfortunate acident happends and they end up hating each other. Although they feel this way for each other, they are forced to work together to solve a very important case as boss and employer.
I know the summary is short, but I really think you'll like it! I put a visionboard on top for you to decide if you're intrested or not.
Currently posting on wattpad. Tell me if you want on ao3 too!
I plan on posting at least one chapter a week.
I hope you read it and like it!!
xoxo, kim ryoko
#romance#romance book#novel#new#cute#fluff#mature#spicy#age gap#ceo#billionaire#enemies to friends to lovers#workplace romance#forbidden love#forbidden romance#grumpy/sunshine
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thank you so much for the support, and I'm really glad you liked it!!! 💕💕
Week 5 Reblog Masterlist 2025
Welcome to Week 5, 2025, or Week 265. As always, the fics will be listed in the order I read them.
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This is the list of the fics I read and recommend in Week 5 2025:
Solace (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @crowsofdarkness 💙
So High School (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @kimmryokoo 💚
Colourblind (Dark!Steve Rogers X Reader) by @late-to-the-party-81 ❤️🖤
His (Jason Todd X Reader) by @dancewithdeath11 ❤️
Imagine… (Wade Wilson X Reader) by @moonlit-imagines 💚💙
Back to Us chapter 7 (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @ozwriterchick 💙
Lunch date (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @marvelwitchergilmore 💚
Faking it (Logan Howlett X Reader) by @pandapetals ❤️
Smutty Shorts-Christmas Edition (Ransom Drysdale X Kitten) by @sweater-daddiesdumbdork ❤️
Steve and the Ballet (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @buckets-and-trees 💚
Ivory Mist (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @hawthorne-bias 💚💙
There (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @reginaphalangelobster125 💚💙
Berserk Captain Rogers (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @mercurial-chuckles ❤️
Fic (Steve Rogers X Dark!Reader) by @mintyys-blog ❤️🖤
HYDRA (Brock Rumlow X Reader) by @insidekatmind 💙❤️
Back to Us chapter 9 (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @ozwriterchick 💙
Fic (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @calzone-d ❤️
I gotcha cap (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @missmarveledsblog 💚
FMRN (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @no-not-without-you-blog ❤️
Touch the Darkness (Dark!Steve Rogers X Reader) by @biteofcherry ❤️🖤
More than this 6 (Ransom Drysdale X Kitten) by @krirebr 💙
Fic (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @mintyys-blog 💙
Fic (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @sosa2imagines💚💙
His Burdens (Bucky Barnes X Reader) by @caplanbuckybarnes 💚💙
I Should’ve Kissed You Longer (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @corawithfanfiction 💙
#steve rogers x reader#jason todd x reader#wade wilson x reader#logan howlet x reader#ransom drysdale x reader#brock rumlow x reader#bucky barnes x reader
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The filming - bruce wayne
author: kim ryoko
ao3
masterlist
summary: after your fisrt date with bruce, he leaves you at you place and goes on to become his night time persona - the batman. while on patrol, he goes through your street and ends up seeing you touch yourself. after he arrives at the cave, bruce rewathced the filmimg he had of the night and jerks off to you.
word count: 1.8k
warnings: spying, jerking off (m and f), smut, wet thoughts, mentios of robbery and violent city
author's note: english isn't my first language, so i'm sorry for any grammar mistakes, feel free to correct me. i'm sorry it took me so long to upload again, i've been really busy but i'm trying to arrange a couple of minutes to writing every day so that i can release more stories for you guys!
You and Bruce had your first date tonight.
The date had already ended and Bruce was dropping you off when he started feeling really nervous about how you felt about the date. Was it too much? Was it too little? He wanted it to be perfect and he truly tried his best for it to be.
You had been working for Bruce for almost a year now and Bruce fell for you almost instantly, even though he didn’t show it.
Once he arrived at your place, he rushed out of the car and ran a bit to open your car door and help you out. You looked even more gorgeous than you usually look and Bruce made sure he complimented you every 10 minutes so that you knew how beautiful you looked. The first time he saw you with that dress, he felt his heart swell and then proceed to melt by the rays of sunshine you were emitting from your eyes and smile - brighter than ever.
It’s been a while since Bruce has had a crush on someone but he sure didn’t recall it to be this bad.
Another reason for him to want everything to go smoothly. He wanted you to feel the same thing he does every time he looks at you.
He walked you to the door with your arm linked in his and you talking passionately about how the food was amazing and the place was beautiful.
“It doesn’t compare to your beauty.” Bruce said in a natural, flirtatious tone but you could see in his eyes that he was serious.
“Aww! And you don’t look too shabby yourself, Mr. Wayne.”
“Bruce. And thank you.” he said while laughing and the sound of yours quickly joined him.
“Bruce.” you said and Bruce swore his little crush on you got ten times bigger. You turned to face him and he did the same “Well, this is it.”.
You both looked at each other’s eyes, feeling lost in the beautiful color that made all of your thoughts go away and your faces slowly started to get closer. Your gazes were now alternating between the other’s eyes and lips. You put yourself on your tiptoes to finally kiss him. The kiss was soft but all the feelings you’ve accumulated for each other were poured into that sweet moment. The second you pulled away, you felt his hand wrap around your waist and pull you close to another kiss. This one was a bit rougher but still delicate.
Bruce’s head was spinning from excitement. He finally, finally kissed you.
Once you said your goodbyes and Bruce watched you walk inside and heard you lock the door, we went home to change into his night persona - The Batman.
He was almost done with patrol when he heard through the police radio that your street had a couple of assaults.
Bruce felt his heart clench with worries and decided to start his patrol in your street.
He walked through that street for the second time tonight but this time, he was on top of the buildings, watching everything carefully, making sure you were safe. Even with ten minutes of just staring at the street, his worries weren’t gone so he decided to use his binoculars to see if you were okay.
He positioned himself so he had a clear view of your living room and it definitely didn’t help his anxious heart the fact that you were nowhere to be seen. Your kitchen and living room were together and there was only one more window for him to spy you on. Your bedroom.
He took a step to his left and was left in awe with the sight.
You were laid down in your bed with a layer of sweat covering your body, making your hair cling to your forehead, nipples hard under your thin - very thin - pink, lacy tank top, legs wide opened directly to the window so Bruce could see the way your wet pussy was clenching around your small fingers.
He felt himself growing harder against the restraints of his underwear and he mentally thanked himself for asking Fox for better binoculars last week.
Bruce then remembered that he had installed some wiretapping around your house once he knew you lived in one of the most dangerous parts of Gotham. He quickly connected his earbud to the wiretapping had put in your room and was blessed with the sound of your sweet moaning right to his ear.
He felt his blood quicken and travel most to his now throbbing length and, just as he thought he couldn’t get any harder, he heard his name coming out of your perfect, red, plump lips.
“Bruce…” you moaned “Mhmm, please…”
He swears he could cum in his pants by how good you sound.
Bruce palmed his bulge and started rubbing it, letting low grunts fall from his soft lips. He couldn’t help it. Bruce felt like a creepy perv but he really couldn’t help it when you were touching yourself while moaning his name.
He could stay like this forever: you moaning, calling out for him right at his ear while you bury your fingers deep in your cunt.
But, like all good things, it has to come to an end. His connection with your room was cut off with a police officer calling for backup for a robbery happening two streets down from yours.
Bruce sighs and thinks whether or not it was important enough to leave this view all alone.
Against all his will, Bruce ends up pulling himself back up and goes help innocent people after a couple more seconds of staring at you and countless debates of what was better for him - ignore the call and burst into your house and fuck you like you deserve - or what was better for the city - go help with the robbery. But Bruce was never a man who puts himself first and goes to the street where the robbery took place, ready to do something that took you open to him like that, so vulnerable, out of his mind that his priority was helping the city and not stick his hard cock somewhere - preferably inside you.
He really needs to get you out of his head.
Bruce, or even better, Batman, helped catch the thief that stole from one of the best jewelry stores in all Gotham and ended up also helping in the police station with a couple of cases that he ended up taking home to try and find more clues out.
Once he drives into the cave with his bat-mobile and exits it, walking towards the big desk with an even bigger computer in front of him, sits down and takes off his mask, he takes his hands to his face, trying, and failing, to rub off his tiredness, even if it’s only a little.
Bruce then takes off his contact lens and puts it on its sensor, letting him relive the night.
He watches as he stops some want-to-be bad guys from doing stupid stuff and not long after he is met with the memory he tried so hard to forget throughout the night - you.
He sees again the way your body trembled with every throb your little fingers gave you, the way your body is covered in sweat, the way your nipples are hard underneath your tank top, and, most of all, the way your moans now echo through the walls of the bat-cave.
Fuck, he’s hard again.
As Bruce continues to watch you touching yourself, he begins to feel the need to do something about his erection. Bruce slowly palms his bulge and rubs it with enough pressure to make him groan.
It doesn’t take long for his groans and grunts to mix with the sound of your moans, creating a harmony that echoed through the walls of the cafe.
Bruce was getting more worked up by the second so he quickly pulled his pants down enough for his member to swing out, slamming against his abdomen. The tip was red and swollen and leaking with pre-cum from all the teasing he did himself. Bruce started stroking his length slowly and with a tight grip, worsening the sounds that fell from his mouth. He closed his eyes, not being able to keep them open with the amount of pleasure that was going through his body. As Bruce continued to listen to your pathetic moans, he started imagining all the positions he would take you in - on all fours so he could see your ass bounce with each thrust, with your ankles on his shoulders, with you on his lap making your tits jiggle, your legs wrapped around his torso, your thighs squishing his head…
Oh, and the way he would make you moan, the way he would claim you - make you his. He would make sure that once he got you, he would never let you leave.
As the toughs went trough his head, his hand quickened it’s pace as Bruce started responding to your moans as if you where really there and he was fucking you dumb.
“Ughh, Bruce…”
“That’s it, sweetheart. Call out my name.”
“Please…”
“Oh god, look at you; so worked up, so pretty, so fucking perfect.”
Bruce felt himself getting closer and he was sure that no one who saw him right now - touching himself like a horny teenager while watching a tape he filmed of a girl younger than him touching herself like a perv - would believe he was actually Bruce Wayne, Gotham’s billionaire playboy.
Bruce opened his eyes slightly and he looked at you again. He saw as your face contorted with the small amount of pleasure your fingers could give you and something in him snapped. He wasn’t sure what it was but it made him go feral with desire for you.
The grip he had on his cock worsened and his hips started bulking up to match each thrust his hand gave his member.
In a matter of seconds, the knot Bruce had on his lower abdomen came undone, releasing his cum all over his suit and even splashing some to his face and the desk in front of him.
He looked at the monitor again and he found your picture missing and he was now helping the cops.
God, how much Bruce wanted to see you again. He wanted to pull you into his embrace and cuddle you until the next day, only waking up when the afternoon sun hit his face and still being able to open his eyes to appreciate your body right there, next to him. God how much he wanted that.
But instead, Bruce worked until late - like always - and went to work at Wayne Enterprises early so that he could see you as soon as possible.
Hope you liked it!
xoxo, kim ryoko
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So High School - steve rogers
author: kim ryoko
ao3
masterlist
summary: you and your friend natasha romanoff decide to go to the party tony stark is hosting. well, she decides for the both of you. you don't want to go, nervous in case you embarrass yourself in front of your crush, but end up going notherless. steve ends up talking to you and asking you out.
word count: 2.2k
warnings: nervousism, alcohol, jokes abouth death and alcohol poisoning, cute
author's note: english isn't my first language, so i'm sorry for any grammar mistakes, feel free to correct me. i'm also sorry it took me this long to post something 😓. i hope you enjoy it anyway! MERRY LATE CHRISTMAS AND HAPPY LATE NEW YEAR!!💗
You started working in SHIELD around 10 months ago. It’s been a nice change from your old job, the people are nicer to you and they pay better. You even made new friends! Natasha Romanoff, a member of the famous Avengers, is your friend. You ask yourself what you did to become her friend, but you’re grateful you did it.
Natasha was the type of friend that once you talk more than twice, it’s not that awkward anymore, so you became friends in your first couple of months working in the spy agency.
You were really happy when your boss told you that you would then be a member of the team that worked with the Avengers only after 4 months of work. You were proud of yourself and delighted that you could spend more time with your friend. You were really excited for your first day after your promotion and wanted it to go perfectly. And I did… Until you saw him.
Steve Rogers, a.k.a, Captain America. He had just come back from a shower when he arrived at the meeting.
“What is it, Stark? Something wrong?” he asked while drying his perfect golden strands of hair that fell perfectly on his forehead, clinging to it just a tiny bit from the recent shower.
Steve was wearing casual clothes, but you couldn’t find it more attractive. The way his white t-shirt was tight, showcasing his well defined muscles and damp enough for you to be able to drool even more about his physique. The way his light brown - a creme mixed with coffee and milk - were the perfect length and had a relaxed cut to him but made it still noticeable his thick thighs and hugged him in the best places. To be honest, it wasn’t just his clothes, the way he walked - how his shoulders moved in a perfect harmony with the rest of his body, showing his confidence in every move he made - and the way his hair dripped a single drop of water when he arrived and ran down his cheek and was now dancing in his neck, threatening to fall with every move of his beautiful Adam's apple.
It couldn’t have been more perfect. And you couldn’t have fallen harder.
Ever since that day, you got nervous every time Steve was around you and got scared that you would do something to embarrass yourself. You managed to talk to him a few times but not as many as you’d like due to being way too nervous but enough to know little things about him.
Straightforward a couple of months and there was going to be a party in the Avengers Tower that Tony was hosting and every staff member that worked with them was invited. And that meant you were invited. The thought of it made your heart jump from excitement but also from anxiety. Should you actually go? What if you make a fool of yourself? Is Steve going to be there? What should you wear? Should you try and talk to him there? Is it even worth it going through all this trouble just to end the night alone in your dorm (the staff members that don’t leave near the tower are obligated to basically live inside the tower and each one has their own room), drinking wine, watching some cheesy rom-com and crying because you feel lonely.
Maybe it’s not worth it. But maybe it is. Maybe you will end up talking to Steve and even if it is just a very small sentence, it is a way he can finally notice you.
You decided to wear a beautiful long black dress with a pair of black heels to match to the party. You didn’t want to go with nothing flashy and revealing so you pared your outfit with long, black gloves that went just above your elbow. Even though it was still a few days away, you couldn’t quiet yourself down every time you thought about the chance of Steve talking to you.
It was already the awaited day, and you were putting your jewelry on when you heard a knock on your door.
“Coming!” you said as you walked to the door, still putting one of your earrings on.
“Wow! You look beautiful!” Nat exclaimed when you opened your door.
“Thank you. You also look gorgeous! In fact, scratch that, you look more than gorgeous!” You complimented back.
“Are you ready?” she asked.
“Yeah, let’s go.” you spoke in a low and hurried tone whilst closing your door behind you and walking side by side with Nat to the party.
As soon as you arrived, Bruce came in front of the two of you and looked at Nat with eyes and mouth wide open and hands opened on his sides - gesturing surprise and the beginning of their greeting, a hug.
“Wow, Nat. You look… amazing.” Bruce said as he went into the expected hug.
This hug wasn’t one of their usual warm hugs, it was small, quick and a bit awkward, which indicated that something wasn’t right but you let it slide for now.
“I know, right?” you commented too and looked over to the redhead, admiring how truly pretty she was today. Even more than usual, which you thought was impossible.
“You look great too.” Bruce told you with an apologetic smile for not saying it before.
“Thanks.” you smiled at the man.
Then, a thought appears in your head. You wished Steve greeted you like that, even if it was awkward, you would do anything to feel his strong arms pulling you onto his warm embrace.
Steve, right. You started looking for Steve in the crowded and huge room and easily enough, you found him over some couches, talking to his friend, Sam, whom you knew because Nat told you the Avengers’ names. Not that you - or anyone - needed, but she gave you anyway. Steve was wearing a dark blue tuxedo with a crisp white shirt underneath while holding a glass with what looked like whiskey.
Steve’s outfit, the way his hair was brushed back and his smile made you go weak on your knees, almost falling but then you reminded yourself that you were in a public space.
“Hey, Bruce is just going to show me something about a mission, okay? Enjoy yourself while I’m not here and I’ll join you when I come back. Maybe even find a date. Someone to bring back to your room tonight.” Nat suggested and smirked.
The woman’s comment made your cheeks and ears go red and you opened your mouth to say something in your defense but nothing came out and instead, the only sound that was heard was Bruce complaining about not wanting to hear about your love life. It is true that you and Bruce have become somewhat of friends because of Natasha but you weren’t that close.
You just continued standing there with your mouth open as the two left you. After a couple of seconds just staring at nothing, you snapped back to reality and glanced back at Steve one more time before going to sit down at one of the bar chairs. What you didn’t notice, though, was Steve looking back at you once you started walking.
After ordering a few glasses of gin, you started to feel a little tipsy. You weren’t super strong when it came to alcohol - or to anything - but you have created some strength over the years because of your current and past jobs.
You weren’t drunk, but you definitely didn’t even notice when a person sat next to you.
“Good to finally see you again. And not in an elevator.” an attractive male voice said before chuckling.
You looked over to your side only to be the one and only Captain America sitting next to you, telling you it’s good to see you and making a reference to your past small talk interactions on the building’s elevators. Your eyes widen and your cheeks get redder even though you’re 100% sure you got sober.
“Y-you too!” you responded with a slighter higher tone than your usual due to anxiety. Then an awkward silence fell between the two of you.
“I didn’t know you would come.” he broke the silence first.
“Yeah, well, all the staff members that work with you guys were invited, and it would be rude not to come.” you laughed nervously.
“Of course. Yes. I knew that. I mean, I definitely know you work here and I didn’t forget, but I just-” he paused and took a deep breath “you just look so beautiful tonight that everything that ever entered my mind was long gone when I saw you.”
You felt butterflies in your stomach and you felt yourself getting even redder but you still couldn’t stop yourself from laughing from his pick up line. Steve immediately smiled once he heard you laugh.
“Way too cheesy, right?” you laughed more and nodded a yes “It sounded better in my head.” he then gently laughed with you.
All this laughing made you feel more at ease and gain a bit of confidence.
“So… are you here with a partner or alone?” Steve questioned you.
“Wow, not even a ‘how are you doing?’?” you responded playfully.
“How are you doing?” he quickly asked.
“I’m great, thanks.” you laughed “and you?”
“Would be better if I knew if you are here with someone or if I can take my chance.”
You immediately stopped laughing and entered an internal state of shock.
“What? Am I not your type?” Steve asks with a smirk.
“No, no. That's not it!”
“Really? Then what is it?” he teased again.
“I didn't know I was your type.” you said, clueless to which Steve could only laugh.
“Yeah, as if a drop-dead gorgeous woman like you wasn't my type.”
“Now you're just lying.” you said as you grew hotter on the inside and took a sip of your gin to cool yourself down.
“Well, sweetheart, I'm not sure if you see yourself in the mirror everyday, then.” he chuckled and also took a sip of his glass of whiskey. The one you didn't even notice he was carrying.
Suddenly, you hear someone call your name from behind you.
“Hey, Steve! I didn’t know you two knew each other that well.” Natasha said once she approached you and Steve.
“We’ve, uh, seen each other a couple of times while on the elevator and talked a bit so I thought it would be nice to finally get to know her better.” Steve said and smiled at you when he finished.
Your heart definitely skipped a beat at his smile.
“Oh… I’ll leave you two alone then.” Nat said and smirked at you before going away.
“I didn’t know you were friends with Nat.” Steve said.
“My one and only friend in this place.” you said with a warm, small smile and took a sip of your drink.
“Let’s change that. How about dinner? Tomorrow?” he asked and you could hear the nervousness in his voice.
Why would he be nervous? He could literally get anyone he wanted but he was asking you, a loser with 1 friend.
“I think I’m free, yeah.” you say trying - and failing - to keep your smile to yourself.
“Perfect. Could you also give me your number? So I can text you the time and place I’ll come pick you up, I mean.” the man said with happiness shooting off his eyes.
“Of course.” you reply and give him your number.
“It was really nice talking to you. Really, really nice but I should probably go see if my friends are still alive or if they died of alcohol poisoning.” he said pointing to his friends near the couches at the middle of the room and you laugh when you see his state but in contrast of you finding it funny, Steve finds it very embarrassing.
“Yeah, I-I should probably go find Nat too.” you spoke with a smile.
“Okay, then. See you later.” Steve waved as he started to walk in the direction of his friends.
“Bye.” you wave back.
“So, you and Steve, huh?” Nat asked with a smirk displayed on her lips.
“Long story.”
“Oh, we have time.”
After drinking a bit more and telling Natasha everything that has happened and the you’ve felt since you arrived, you and your friend decided to call it a day from how drunk you both were, even though you were both sad you weren’t able to dance but happy you got to catch up.
As you were getting ready for bed, you received a message from an unknown number.
‘Hey, it’s Steve. I’ll pick you up at your dorm, tomorrow at 7 p.m. Can’t wait. Sleep well. (if you wake up with a headache tomorrow, please don’t think twice about canceling. We can go another day when you feel better and I really don’t want you to get worse.)’
You smile at yourself again. You can’t help it, the man is just so sweet!
‘Hii! You don’t have to worry so much about me, I’ll just take an aspirin. Works every time. I also can’t wait. Sweet dreams!’
You lock your phone and go to sleep with your cheeks hurting from how much you’ve smiled today like a damn high school girl. You’re really glad you went to that party. Really glad.
Hope you liked it!
xoxo, kim ryoko
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MasterList - kim ryoko
hi! my name is kim ryoko and I'm portuguese. I'm multi-fandom, so feel fre to request me anything. requests always opened.
my ao3
Logan Howlet
💣 - smut | 🎀 - fluff | 🎭 - agnst | ⭐️ - author's fav
Why would you love an animal like me? - 🎭🎀⭐️
summary: logan has a nightmare about all the people he has killed in the past and starts to think you deserve to be with someone better than him. luckly, you are there to tell him otherwise.
word count: 1.1k
Smal hands - 💣
summary: logan feels like he has to protect you when he saw how smaller you where compared to him. so he decides to mark you so every guy with bad thoughts can know you're taken.
word count: 1.4k
Late Night - 💣🎀
summary: logan was supposed to go to a mission that would only last 3 days. unfortunately, it took longer then expected. your birthday went by quicly and you were already sleeping when logan returned. you both really missed each other and you let a kiss turn into something bigger...
word count: 3k
Bruce Wayne
💣 - smut | 🎀 - fluff | 🎭 - agnst | ⭐️ - author's fav
The filming - 💣
summary: after your fisrt date with bruce, he leaves you at you place and goes on to become his night time persona - the batman. while on patrol, he goes through your street and ends up seeing you touch yourself. after he arrives at the cave, bruce rewathced the filmimg he had of the night and jerks off to you.
word count: 1.8k
Steve Rogers
💣 - smut | 🎀 - fluff | 🎭 - agnst | ⭐️ - author's fav
So High School - 🎀
summary: you and your friend natasha romanoff decide to go to the party tony stark is hosting. well, she decides for the both of you. you don't want to go, nervous in case you embarrass yourself in front of your crush, but end up going notherless. steve ends up talking to you and asking you out.
word count: 2.2k
Drover
💣 - smut | 🎀 - fluff | 🎭 - agnst | ⭐️ - author's fav
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Late Night - logan howlet
author: kim ryoko
ao3
masterlist
summary: logan was supposed to go to a mission that would only last 3 days. unfortunately, it took longer then expected. your birthday went by quicly and you were already sleeping when logan returned. you both really missed each other and you let a kiss turn into something bigger...
word count: 3k
warnings: figeting, smut, filthy, reader has no appetite, slight possibility of death (doesn't happend), teasing, sub reader, little fluff at the end
author's note: english isn't my first language so i'm sorry for ay grammar mistakes, feel free to correct me. i'm so sorry it took me this long to publish something. i've been really busy lately. my birthday was on december 13th (the same as taylor swift🤭), so i wrote this as a sort of birthday present.
It's been days since you last saw Logan. He was out on a mission with Scott and Jean, and they left exactly 7.5 days ago when it was supposed to only last 3 days. You missed Logan very much, and tomorrow was your birthday so you were rooting for Logan and the rest of the team to arrive the night before or in the morning of the day.
It was already 11pm the day before your birthday and you were still waiting for your friends and lover to arrive while sitting in a bench on the jet garage and you then heard the big and thick metal doors sliding to open and the sound of wheels caught your attention.
“You're still here? It's getting late. You should head to bed and get a good night's sleep. Big day tomorrow.” Charles said.
“I'm just waiting for them to arrive.” you spoke with a tone filled with exhaustion, worry, hope and love, all at the same time.
“Unfortunately, I don't think they'll come back today.”
“What makes you say that, professor?”
“If they were to return, Jean would've reached to me and reported everything that happened while they were out on the mission, but she hasn't yet.” Charles argued and got a bit closer to you, now sitting next to you and putting an understanding hand on your back.
“I really wanted to spend tomorrow with them.” you said in a sad voice.
“I know. But the only thing you can do right now is go to sleep and get energized for when they do come back.” he stated in his always calm tone.
“You're right. Thank you, professor.” and before you got up to leave the room, you gave a loose hug to the older man that has supported you through so many things.
It was now the next day, 6:30 a.m. and your alarm went on with his job of waking you up. His loud rings easily made their way to your ears and woke you up with a symphony that reminded you a lot of screaming babies. To end your suffering, you quickly moved your hand to turn off the alarm.
You sat up and stared at the place where your feet were hidden under the blanket. You then looked to your side and saw the cold, empty bed you wished was filled by Logan.
You sighed and got up to prepare yourself a bath to give you enough fuel to go through the day.
After you got out of the shower and put on some clothes, you packed everything you needed for the day and when you were packing the notebook where you plan your classes, you saw something written on the page the notebook was opened, and it looked like Logan’s lettering.
‘ Hey. So, I'm pretty sure this mission ain't gonna take 3 days like those dip heads are saying, so I'm writing a note for your birthday, so you can at least hear from me that day.I know that the day you're reading this is your birthday day, because I can see the date of the classes you planned in here. First of all, happy birthday, and I want you to know that I love you. A lot. And you're honestly the best thing that’s ever happened to me. I also want you to know that if I'm not there for your birthday, I'm dying of how much I miss you. I really hope you have a great day and that I get to see you or at least talk to you today. Love ya.
-Lo ’
Wow. Even when he's away, he somehow manages to make your day better.
You read the note and felt your heart swell with love for that man.
You finished packing everything and stepped outside the room and only a few steps later you were attacked by someone who came running towards you from your back and back-hugged you.
“Happy Birthday!” you heard the person whom you then knew was Ororo from her voice.
You turned to your friend and she immediately hugged you properly. Your smile grew wider from all the care your friend was giving you.
“Thank you, Ororo.”
“I got you a present! But I’m only going to give it to you at the end of the day.” the white haired woman said while breaking the hug and holding both your hands to continue touching you somehow.
“Then why would you tell me now?! You’re going to make me anxious all day!” you said in a pout tone but with a smile on your lips as you squeezed your friend’s hands harder.
“I know you have classes to teach, and so have I so I’m not going to take your precious time.” she grinned and kissed my cheek “Have a great day and happy birthday again!” She continued and started walking towards the direction she came from whilst waving a small ‘good-bye’ to which you responded with the same gesture and a kind and grateful smile.
You quickly arrived at your class and from that moment forward, that day was filled with people saying ‘Happy Birthday’ to you and many ‘Happy birthday’ songs.
At the end of all your classes, you decided to head back to the jet garage to wait for the team, since they haven’t arrived yet. While you were sitting on the same bench as the day before, you heard the same sound as you’ve heard the day before - heavy metal doors sliding open and metal wheels going your direction.
“What a Déjà vu, huh?” you said playfully to Charles, who chuckled softly at your statement.
“I would also say so myself. I presume you're here doing the same thing as you were yesterday?”
“Yeah.” you said looking down. The truth was that your day had been amazing, but it still felt a bit empty without Logan.
“Have you had dinner yet? It’s almost 8 p.m. .”
“No, I came here right after my classes finished. I’m just so worried. They should’ve been back by now. What if something bad happened? What if they…?”
“I’m sure it hasn’t. Have a little more faith in them. Go eat something and then I’ll let you come back here, but you have to promise me you’ll go to sleep at least by 11 p.m.”
“Fine.” you responded with a tone of defeat and got up to walk to the kitchen.
You tried your best to eat a normal sized meal, but you were too worried to eat anything. You stared at your plate with a small amount of mach-and-cheese and stirred it for about 30 minutes. It took you a long time to eat all of your food, but eventually you finished and cleaned the mess you made.
You left the kitchen and saw the rest of the mansion in complete darkness. You know your way around, and your heart was telling you to go back downstairs and wait for Logan a little longer but you also knew that whether you wanted to or not, you'd make noise that would probably wake someone up and that would make you feel bad. You glance back at the clock on the kitchen wall and see it’s almost 10 p.m. and consider going straight to bed and not risking waking up any student that might make your day 10 times worse tomorrow. You end up going to your room, since you’re also pretty tired from your day.
Once you closed your bedroom door, you started doing your night routine and only a few moments after you lay on your bed, you fell asleep.
You later woke up to what sounded like a door opening and closing. And then another door opened and closed.
You looked around the room and found nothing wrong. It must've been in your dream, so you went back to sleep.
You woke up again, but this time with an arm wrapping around your waist and you supported your weight on your elbow and turned slightly just to see Logan’s exhausted face looking at you with apologizing eyes from his pillow.
“Logan!” you said happily and hugged the man tightly while burying your face in his neck.
“Hey, sweetheart. Happy birthday.”
“Thank you!” you said and pulled a bit back to look at Logan’s face.
You leaned forward to lightly press your lips against his. That soft kiss was deepened when his hand grabbed the the back of your neck and pulled you to him. He was quick to change you positions so that he was on top. One of Logan’s hands supported his weight on the mattress near your face while the other one roamed free through your body squeezing your skin. You felt Logan’s tongue against your lips and didn't hesitate to let it in.
“You have no idea how much I missed ya.” Logan said in between kisses with a rough and starved tone that made you moan against his mouth.
In response to your sound, you felt his hips pressuring against yours while his free hand wrapped your legs around his waist. You could feel how hard he was beneath his pants and you never wanted something so bad like you did in that moment.
Logan’s mouth didn't restrain only your mouth. It also traveled to your neck and collarbones and you then smelled the scent of his shampoo. That's why you heard 2 doors opening and closing. One of them was your bedroom door and the other one was the bathroom's. It made sense now.
All that sense was rapidly taken away from you when you felt his bulge starting to move against your clothed pussy.
“Ahh… Logan…” you moaned “Please…” you finished.
“What, darlin’? Tell me. Tell me what you want and I'll give it to you, birthday girl.”
“I… I want you…”
“Where?” he asked “Here?” he said, faking innocence while rubbing stripes on top of your shorts.
“Y-yes…” you said with flushed cheeks.
“Well then. Imma have to take this off.” He said and sat up on his knees to smoothly rip your shorts out of you to find out you weren't wearing any underwear.
“Oh fuck, princess. You'll be the death of me. I've been gone for over a week and come back to you all wet like this? Do you know how hard it is to control myself when all I could smell was this neddy pussy since you saw me?” he asked. His face gets closer with each word. Almost close enough to kiss you.
“Then don't.” you said breathless and softly. You then leaned a bit forward to lick his lips and made them open just a small bit.
You saw the way his eyes darkened in pure lust and you felt it in the way he kissed you - with so much passion and need.
Logan only broke the kiss to sit back up on his knees to rip your shirt off, letting your chest free.
“Why’d you rip all my clothes off?” you asked with your breath taken from the way he took your nipples in his mouth which made you back ark for more.
“My present.” he stated in a low tone.
“But it’s my birthday…” you answered with your eyes closed and a moan escaping your lips when you were done talking.
“Your birthday, my present.”
Logan continued to play with you for a few minutes when you felt a knot on your stomach.
“Lo, I’m close…”
With that, Logan stopped paying attention to your breasts and took his hand to your core, rubbing circles on your clit with his thumb and slowly inserting his index and middle finger on your clenching hole.
You almost screamed out of pleasure when you felt Logan’s fingers moving inside you and scissoring you open to prepare you. You soon came undone under the felling of the friction of his long, thick and calloused hands inside your pussy.
Logan pulled back his body, taking his fingers out of your hole and putting them in his mouth for a brief second, sucking them.
“The sweetest fuckin’ thing I’ve ever tasted.” he uttered.
He then proceeded to put those same fingers inside your mouth, this time.
“Suck.” he demanded, and when you did as he ordered, he continued “Atta girl.”
With his free hand, he pulled down his pants and his cock immediately sprung free, slapping against his abs, with veins popping out and precum leaking from the tip. Logan then slowly stroked his length to lubricate it while you watched with saliva dripping from the corners of your mouth and your core getting wetter with every passing second, even though you just cummed.
Logan grabbed his cock by the base and aligned it with your hole, pushing bit by bit, inch by inch, until you were a moan and whimper mess. Once he bottomed you out, you moaned into his digits.
“Such a pretty little fuckin’ slut” he said as his gaze stared intensely to where your bodies met, watching you clench around him in an oh so delicious way.
Logan pulled back his hips to immediately rock them back into yours, making the thrilling sound of his skin slapping against yours fill your ears and your brain. Logan’s pace started slow - always careful not to hurt you - but you could tell it was different then usual. He was rougher than normal, eating you out with more urgency.
“You have no idea how good it feels to be inside this pussy again.” he groaned at the end of the sentence.
Logan’s pace sped up as he started to seek for the pleasure of his high that he had felt coming since he began fucking you. Logan knew that after so many days of only cumming with his hand while thinking of in his tend don't even compare to the feel of being inside you and that once he felt it again, he wouldn’t be able to hold on for long.
Logan took a moment to stop thinking about anything and look at you. Really look at you. The way your hair was messy because of the pillow, the way your forehead was sweating more than usual from thee over-stimulation, the way your eyes rolled to the back of your head every time he pounded inside you, the way your cheeks where flustered and got more red every time he praised you, the way your beautiful lips where glossy and red from all the sucking and that pretty string of saliva dripping in your cheek, the way your neck was marked from his hard work, the way your tits bounced up and down rhythmically with the times he fucked himself into you and the hickeys and red spots here and there, the way your clit was swollen and over-sensitive, the way your pussy wrapped around his cock so perfectly and clenched around him making him feel like he was in heaven, the way your sweet noises filled the room and you the way you called his name like it was a prayer. Fuck… Logan couldn’t take it anymore.
He grabbed your legs and put them on his shoulders, giving him better access to your g-spot and bending even further to kiss you. The kiss was rugged but held all the feelings he felt when he was alone in his cold sleeping bag in the inside of his tent while listening to Scott and Jean doing what he would kill to be doing with you.
“Lo… I-I’m coming again…”
“That’s it. Come for me princess.”
And, you did as you were told.
As soon as he felt you coming apart on his cock, he couldn’t resist it anymore and filled you up.
“Good girl. Always doing as you’re told.” he said in a teasing and low voice in which you only responded with another moan.
Logan helped you ride both your highs and you both soon came completely. He then let himself fall to your side, burying his head into the crook of your neck.
“Thank you for the present.” you said with a smile on your face as you lifted up your hand to play with his hair.
Logan chuckled and asked “You think this is your present? I told you it was mine. My fucking present for putting up with Scott and Jean for so long without leaving them there and coming back here to your arms.”
You laughed.
“I wouldn’t have minded that.”
“Noted. I’ll be sure to do it next time.” he joked and you felt his smile against your neck and you laughed again.
“Where’s my present, then?”
“Such an impatient girl.” he said as he pushed himself up, kissed you and grabbed a small box from his nightstand, all without coming out of you.
“Here you go, birthday girl.” He said and kissed your forehead.
You looked at the box and kissed Logan as a thank you. You opened the box and saw dog tags with your info on it and a picture of you and Logan.
“Well this, this is actually for me.” he said as he took your dog tags and with his other hand, he took his own off his neck and gave it to you.
“This is the one that’s actually for you. You know, I really missed you when I was out on the mission, and I know you miss me too when I’m gone so I thought this was a good way for me to always have a piece of you and you always have a piece of me. I also know how much you like that picture, so-” You interrupted him by kissing him.
“Thank you. I love it!” you said and he looked at you like you were an angel. His angel. “I love you, Logan.”
“Love you too, sweetheart.”
You cupped Logan’s cheeks and kissed him.
Both of you cuddled for the rest of the night and were finally able to fall asleep next to each other after so many nights apart. You were able to be next to each other, to feel the other's warmth.
That was the best night’s sleep both of you have had last week.
Hope you liked it!
xoxo, kim ryoko
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Small hands - logan howlet
author: kim ryoko
ao3
masterlist
summary: logan feels like he has to protect you when he saw how smaller you where compared to him. so he decides to mark you so every guy with bad thoughts can know you're taken.
word count: 1.4k
warnings: protective/possessive logan, slight size kink, teasing, oral (f!receiving), smut, figetting
author note: english isn't my first language so i'm sorry for any mistakes and feel free to correct me in the coments. it's my first time writing smut, so i'm sorry if it's bad (i'm sorry again for the short fic).
Just a normal Sunday morning where you and Logan were in bed, snuggled against each other when you woke up.
As your eyes started to open, they were hit by a ray of sunshine and when you tried to sit up to end the inconvenience, but you soon noticed that you couldn’t. There was a heavy arm on top of you and one laid below you, around the area of your head. You used one hand to support the weight of your body as the other rubbed your eyes.
You looked behind you just to see Logan still sleeping, and mind you, it’s rare for you to wake up before him. He must’ve been really tired from yesterday's late mission, where you all came at around 3 p.m. and his nightmares started to calm down a little after you two started to sleep in the same bed.
You decided to lay back down and enjoy this moment with the sleeping beauty behind you.
As you laid your head on top of his bicep, you couldn’t help but stare at his hand in front of you. It is so much bigger than yours.
You grabbed his hand and brought it to you in a motion that made his arm bend. You then started playing with his fingers; running the tip of your fingers against all of his hand and some of his arm; and when you put your open hand on top of his, also opened, hand, you saw his fingers moving to hold you hand, and you felt his head starting to bury itself in the crook of your neck.
You chuckled and softly said “Good morning, sleepy head.”
In response, Logan just hummed and moved his head so his lips were right behind your ear.
“Mornin’, sweetheart.” he said in a low, husky tone just before lightly kissing your ear and somehow pulling you closer and putting his knee above your leg, cuddling you deeper. You managed to move your body to face him under his grip and you rested your face on his chest. Logan also moved to lay on his back and for you to lay on top of him. Your hands were still locked together and Logan took the chance to look at them. He saw how small your hand was compared to his, and it sent him a feeling he didn't even know he had. He felt like he had to protect you even more than before. He knew you were a person that liked to talk to people when you were excited about something, even if you didn't know the person that well.
Then, Logan came up with an idea.
There is no way he can prevent a guy from talking to you or you talking to them, but if he marked you up, he could show everyone you where taken even if he wasn't there.
Fucking brilliant.
And, like if you weighed nothing, Logan flipped you both again so he was on top and started kissing you slowly.
“Where did all of this come from?” you asked in between kisses while chuckling and with a smile on your face.
“It's not my fault. You're just to fucking perfect.” he said with all the seriousness in the world, and that made you know we was telling the truth.
Logan continued kissing you and slowly started leaving a wet trail of kisses all throughout your cheek and jaw, finally getting to your neck. He slowed even more his open-mouth kisses and started to suck and nibble your neck.
“Ah… Logan…” you moaned.
“C’mon, sweetheart. Moan my name, scream it, so everyone in this fucking mansion knows who you belong to.” With that, Logan continued his journey down your body, slowly opening the buttons of his flannel you were wearing at the moment.
As Logan did it, he grunted and felt his boxers getting tighter with every inch of your body that he exposed.
He stopped and leaned back to take a good look at you and shit, you were drop dead gorgeous. He swears that if one of these days he doesn’t get himself killed, you will.
Logan then got back to work focusing on your chest and taking his time to play with each nipple and massage the one that wasn’t getting his mouth attention. When he got happy enough with watching your nipples harden with every touch and your boobs jiggle, he created a wet path all the way down to your lower belly where only your favorite pair of panties were blocking where you needed him the most. Logan licked a long, slow swipe on top of your clothed core and you squirmed with pure need for him.
“Getting impatient, are we darling?” he said with a teasing voice.
In response you only made a sound between a hum and a moan, but whatever it was, it motivated Logan to go further. He pulled your underwear down with a swift motion and took another second to admire your wet pussy. Hell, how much he wanted to lock you in your room all day and keep his head between your legs every second of it. That reminded Logan that he didn't have as long as he wanted, so it was best for him to roll up his sleeves and get to work.
Logan teased you again by placing soft kisses throughout your folds just to see that look on your face when you’re so desperate for him. He really loves that look. In fact, when you’re separated, he sometimes jerks himself by imagining that same face. Other times he imagines you on all fours, but that’s a story for another time.
Logan gets tired of teasing you and starts to kiss your clit more passionately until it becomes a full on make-out section. You don’t know how long you’re going to last when you already start to see stars and have to grab and pull on his hair to ground himself (not that he minds). Logan knows you’re close, so he decides to lend you a hand. Literally. His index finger enters your aching hole with ease from how wet you are from all his teasing and starts to pound into you. As you moans get louder, you grip on his hair tightens and the and the amount of times your core clenches around his finger, he knows you’re really close, so he gives you more fuel for you to reach your orgasm asap by inserting one more finger on you and folding them slightly to hit your sweet spot.
With that, your loud moans turn into pleasure screams and within seconds you’re releasing your juices on his face, on which he sucks and drinks like a champ.
Logan lays back on his knees to observe the master piece he’s - once more - created. You have hickeys from your neck all the way to your belly , bruises on your thighs from his hard grip and your core is completely destroyed. And Logan is proud to say he did it all.
Logan pulls you into a long, loving kiss and pulls away for air and to say “You did so well. You’re such a good girl” and then you smile and blush like a teenager with a crush. And that’s exactly how he makes you feel.
Logan then helps you clean up and organize your things for your day as a teacher, giving you the best aftercare you’ve ever had.
“What about you? You didn’t do anything. We still have time, do you want help?” You asked after you were ready to leave and remembered your boyfriend didn’t cum.
“Sweetheart, I would die happy in your arms, but I would die the happiest man on earth if I died between your legs.” Logan responded with a smirk.
You then laughed out loud by his weird love confection, a sound that made Logan’s smirk turn into a smile full of love for the woman in front of him.
“Okay, then. But I’m still gonna help you when I’m finished with all my work” You said with a wide smile and wrapped your arms around his neck as he wrapped his around your waist and pulled you close.
“Oh, I’ll hold onto that, believe me.” He said in a teasing tone.
“Hope you do.” you then pecked his lips “I gotta go, Lo’. See you later, love you!” you said as you unwrapped yourself from his warm arms and opened your bedroom door to leave.
“Love you more” Logan said with a smile as he watched you close the door and listened to you walk down the hall.
Logan couldn’t possibly be more in love with you than he already is.
Hope you liked it!
xoxo, kim ryoko
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Why would you love an animal like me? - logan howlet
author: kim ryoko
ao3
masterlist
summary: logan has a nightmare about all the people he has killed in the past and starts to think you deserve to be with someone better than him. luckly, you are there to tell him otherwise.
word count: 1.1k
warnings: feeling of not deserving someone, agnst, comfort, emotional dependence, nightmare/slight insomnia, slightly sub logan
author note: english isn't my first language, so i'm sorry for any grammar mistakes, feel free to correct me. also, i don't know how to feel about this fic, but i hope you like it. and i'm sorry it's short.
A nightmare… again.
But this time, it was different. I din’t dream about the wars; I had a dream about all the people I’ve killed, and God… there where so many.
Maybe I am a monster. An animal, like everyone calls me.
Well, not everybody. She doesn’t call me that. She’s too kind hearted to think that way about anyone; even me. Most times, think I don’t deserve her. That she deserves someone better than me. But she’s always there to tell me I’m wrong. To tell me that I’m actually a kind person that truly deserves to be loved. I want to believe her. I really do. But my mind is always playing these little fucking tricks on me, showing me the bad person everyone knows I am, and I slowly start to believe it’s true again. Why can’t I just live in peace?
If I lived in peace, she could live in peace too. With me.
But why would an animal live in peace?
I wake up, once again, with my claws out and a layer of sweat covering me. I retract my claws, seat up and look to my side. Shit. How can someone be this pretty even when sleeping? And just like that, all those thoughts come running back to me and I feel my heart clench. I know I’m selfish for not letting her go and have the life she deserves with someone better, but I can’t bring myself to let her go. Even in the days where one of us is out on a mission for just 1 hour, my hearts starts to ache from how much I miss her. I wouldn’t survive a single fucking day without her. I move myself a bit to seat at the edge of the bed with my head low. My heart starts beating fast again and with every second that pasts, I feel my insecurities get bigger and bigger. I know I’m fucked up when all I want right now is for the woman sleeping next to me to wake up and kiss and hug all my problems out of me. How could I ever let her go? The only thing I can do is wait for her to grow tired of me like everyone has done after their own time.
I heard the sheets moving behind me and, a few seconds later, I feel two arms wrapping themselves around me, one around my neck and one around my chest, two legs wrapping around my waist and a head snuggling itself to my neck. I smell her scent, the only one that can make me go fucking feral in less than 1 second, and, at the same time, bring me peace no one has ever been able to before.
“Why are you awake? Did you have another nightmare?” she asked and I couldn’t bring myself to answer her so I just nodded. I could only think about how she deserves someone better than an old, murderous, shitty animal.
“Oh honey, I’m so sorry…” she said like it was her fault “Is there anything I can do to help you?” her sweet voice making me melt more with each passing seconds, but also hammering my heart more knowing that the person she ends up with is the luckiest person on earth and I would do anything in my power to be them. To respond to her question I just moved my head again signing a ‘no’.
As if she understood this was worst than normal, she got up and put herself standing between my legs, while cupping my face. Even with me sitting, she wasn’t that much taller than me,which is another thing I find cute i her. One of the thousands. She tilted my head slightly so I was looking at her and I almost forgot everything just by looking at her loved-filled eyes. Almost. She pulled me in for a slow and soft kiss and kissed my forehead as soon as she broke it. She then hugged my head thigh against her chest and I let myself finally enjoy the care she was giving me and relax for a moment.
“Why do you love me?”
“What do you mean, Logan?” she asked genuinely confused as if the question I asked was the stupidest thing on earth.
“Why would you love an animal like me?” I repeated.
“Don’t say stuff like that Logan, you know I don’t like it. And to answer you question, I love you because, either you believe it or not, you are the kindest, most loving person I ever met. You always put everyone else before you, even Scott. Every time you see someone struggling, or sad, you do your very best to help them. Even though you put this ‘tough guy’ look on you face everyday, deep down, you care more about people then you know. I love you, Logan, because you are always ready to give your life in exchange for someone else’s, even a total stranger’s. I don’t care about what you believe or not, or what people tell you or not, but you, James Logan Howlet, The Wolverine or whatever you want to call yourself, you will never be the animal they make you think you are.”
Fuck.
With that I held her tighter and my body started to shake. When she noticed it, she held me even closer than before and started to play with my hair and kissing the top of my head. She relished me from her grip to cup my face again and see the fear and sadness in my eyes as we held eye contact.
“I’m sorry… For burdenin’ you with all my shit problems” I said with a shaky voice.
“Oh, baby… You’re no burden and neither are your problems. I’m here to help you with all your problems the same way you are always there to help me with mine. Nobody’s perfect, but we can be better with the help of each other.”
After a long moment of comfortable silence, I start to feel sleepy in her embrace and murmur a small ‘Thank you’ and she kissed the top of my head again in return. She feels me getting sloppier in her arms and gently helps me to get in bed. She then goes to the other side of the bed and hugs me again, pulling me into her arms, burying her face in my hair and playing with the little ones at the nape of my neck and whispering how much she loved me.
Sometimes, just sometimes, I let myself believe in her and think that an animal like me actually deserves love.
Needless to say I slept like a rock for the rest of the night, finally, nightmare free.
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xoxo, kim ryoko
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