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spencersawkward · 4 years ago

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*house call // wes (Dollface)*

ssummary: when her pet cat gives her a scare, Reader decides to call the vet to make sure everything is going to be okay.

pairing: Fem!Reader x Wes

word count: 5.4k

content warnings: discussion of cannabis/cannabis consumption, unprotected penetrative sex, use of nicknames (baby, sweetheart), SoftDom!Wes, breeding kink, creampie.

request: can you do a wes smutty one shot if you’re down?!

A/N: to be fair, i haven’t watched Dollface in a minute, but i’m obsessed with the domestic vibes that Matthew gives off when he plays Wes and i just thought it would be super cute. anyway, this was super fun also i wanna fuck Wes. ok enjoy!

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the absolute best part of your day is when the package arrives at your doorstep. you impulse-purchased it about two weeks ago while you were hanging out with one of your close friends, and you've been looking forward to trying it every day since.

or, really, for your cat to try it.

you've read reviews and been extremely diligent to make sure the stuff is completely safe, and everything you've seen or read was singing the praises of this cat weed (which isn't actually cannabis at all, but catnip made to look like it).

as you take the cardboard box to the kitchen table and pry open the top with the help of a Swiss army knife, you're grinning. Klimt comes scampering into the room to see what all the fuss is about, sitting at your feet with his tail curled around his legs.

"no peeking." you scold him gently. your kitten, the friendliest little rescue tabby around, simply stares blankly back. when you remove the wrapping from the glass jar and stare at it up close, you're impressed by how realistic it looks. the label shows cat-friendly ingredients only, but you unscrew the top and get a whiff of catnip.

Klimt begins to weave in between your legs, nudging them affectionately and beginning to purr. you giggle and bend down to give him a few pets. his nose twitches; he tries to sniff at the foreign object, but you put it back on the table.

"don't be greedy, babe." you scratch between his pointed ears and he lets out a whiny meow.

it's about his dinner time, and you were hoping to give him his treat tonight after he finishes his dry food. so you make yourself something simple with the leftovers in your fridge and do some more work on your laptop while you two eat together.

you've had Klimt for a while, now. you call him a kitten even though he's a full-grown cat-- he's just as playful and enthusiastic as any newborn. his eyes are the color of meadow grass, and his nose is scattered with tiny freckles. it makes him look like he's just come from digging around the backyard, but it really just adds to his charm.

not to mention his ceaselessly social tendencies: Klimt is always around when your friends come over, worming his way in between you or sitting on one of the free chair cushions to listen. you wonder if he knows what you're saying sometimes, because when you talk about the embarrassing things you've done that day or the failed interactions you've had, he always lifts his head to give you something of a judgmental stare.

once you've settled down for the evening and turned on the TV, you decide that now is the time. Klimt is aimlessly poking at a few of his toys. he bats at a fake mouse between his paws.

"kitten," you click your tongue and get up to grab the jar. "are you ready to try this stuff?"

as if he's going to answer. he hears your footsteps coming back his way and watches patiently. it's only when you pour out a little bit in front of him that he gets curious about the stuff. you admire his movements as he bends down and examines.

although you keep an eye on him while watching your show, you don't notice much of a change in him. he starts to roll about on the floor, which is to be expected, but it's only when he starts to chase around his fake mouse that things get interesting.

you laugh as Klimt goes nuts, jumping back and attacking the thing like he's ready to come in for the kill. it's really funny, but you're interrupted by your phone buzzing. you told your friend that you were doing this tonight.

"hi!" you answer the FaceTime call right away.

"how is he?" you can hear the smile in Andi's voice as you turn the camera.

"he's loving it."

"oh my god," she laughs. Klimt arches his back, leaping so highly in the air, you raise your eyebrows. "I wonder how long it'll last." she muses.

"I'm guessing we'll get about an hour more of this before he passes out for the next two days." you joke. he gets strong bursts of energy usually, but they only last so long until he's curled up on the window sill or in your bed.

Andi and you talk for a while as Klimt tires himself out and plays with all of his favorite toys. you dangle a string in front of him for a decent amount of time, too, just to make him get up on his hindquarters. he's a natural entertainer, a lithe little thing who lets out a few irritated meows to demonstrate his impertinence.

after about forty-five minutes, however, you notice your cat's behavior change. he keeps raising his hackles and rolling about, and something about it makes you nervous. he doesn't usually act like this, not even when he plays with the other catnip toys he's accumulated.

"what's wrong?" Andi notes your furrowed brow as you look past the camera of your phone and at your pet.

"he's just acting really weird," you pat the couch cushion to call him over, but he doesn't even glance up. "I don't know why."

"maybe it's the cat weed." she suggests. you purse your lips and try to think.

"yeah, but nobody in the reviews ever mentioned anything like this."

"I'm sure he's fine, Y/N."

"yeah, I know..." but you're worried. Klimt is your pal, your cuddle buddy. as he rubs his cheek against the wooden floor, you feel guilt pool in your stomach. if he's hurt because of some dumb online purchase, you're never going to forgive yourself. "I'm gonna call the vet just to be sure."

"oh, okay," she sounds surprised, but doesn't try to stop you. "let me know what they say."

"I will." you hang up the phone and stare at your companion for a few seconds. he leaps into the air and does a somersault before letting out some deeply disturbing whine that reminds you to call the vet. better safe than sorry.

...

when the doorbell rings, you're practically twiddling your thumbs anxiously. Klimt hasn't settled at all, and you haven't even bothered to change out of your lounging ensemble. you're pretty sure you look a mess, but hopefully the person won't care too much.

you don't know who to expect-- your usual vet is an older woman who is friends with your mom, but her receptionist said she was out tonight and would send over another vet to check it out.

when you swing open the door, you immediately regret the decision to stay in sweatpants.

"hi, I'm Wes." the guy gives you a friendly smile and holds up his bag. it's almost comically old-fashioned, something out of an old movie, and you half-expect him to be wearing a stethoscope around his neck.

he's gorgeous, though. definitely a good amount older than you, tall with brown curls and stubble. his features stand out to you even under the porch light, and your mouth guppies idiotically.

"hi," you manage. his eyes flicker to your hand, which is seemingly blocking him from coming inside the house, and you jolt back a little to let him in. you clear your throat. "sorry."

as he steps inside and you close the door behind him, getting one tiny moment to yourself, your eyes widen. way to make yourself look like a bumbling fool.

"I heard that there's a tabby who got into some catnip?" you catch him looking around the front of your house, eyes catching on the framed photos before finding yours again. you can feel the heat creeping up your cheeks, but nod confidently.

"yeah, Klimt. he should still be in the living room."

"Klimt? like the artist?" he chuckles and follows you into the rest of the home. his voice has a nice timbre to it, something low and gentle that fits well with his occupation.

"yeah, exactly." you turn to smile at him.

you hear the cat before you see him. he's climbed to the top of his cat tree and leaps down onto the ground, paws hitting the surface in a way that can't have been comfortable. he chirps and looks up at Wes, whose lips are turned up with amusement.

"are you the man of the hour?" he asks, approaching the cat. Klimt's pupils get enormous and he prepares to pounce on the newcomer.

"careful--" you start to warn him, but the cat launches himself right into Wes' arms. the vet turns to you, holding him to his chest, and grins. warmth spreads over your skin with embarrassment. "sorry."

"no need to apologize," he starts to pet Klimt, who is only slightly struggling to escape. he wants to go wild again, but Wes isn't going to let go. "they call me the Cat Wrangler at the office."

"really?" you snort. he brings your pet over to the couch and sets him on the cushions, careful to keep him in place.

"no way." he shoots you a dazzling smile. the joke makes you giggle, and you feel yourself become even more self-conscious about the outfit you're wearing. this is just your luck, having hot guys come over when you distinctly look your worst.

Wes scratches between Klimt's ears and glances up at you again. "is there any reason in particular you're worried about the catnip?"

"yeah, actually," you nod, brought back to reality. "I know it's supposed to make them more playful, but he's just been acting weird and I got worried that there was something in it that messed with his head."

"can I see the container for it?" he asks. you go to grab the jar, only to remember that it proudly announces itself as cannabis for cats. profound embarrassment causes you to hesitate with the stuff in your hands.

it's not like he's here for you to flirt with, but you're still thinking about how stupid and young you're going to look with this stuff in front of him, a hot older guy who seems to have his life under control. you peek at him once more from the kitchen, at the way he smiles and starts to talk softly to Klimt as if he were a peer.

he's kinda crazy, and it makes you smile.

"it's cat weed." you hand him the glass container, and Wes breaks into a grin as he looks at the front.

"oh my gosh, I've heard about this!" his eyes move quickly over the label. you're in shock.

"really?"

"yeah, it's hilarious. here, can you make sure our friend here doesn't move while I read the ingredients?" he gestures. the knot of anxiety within you loosens a bit. you nod obediently, going to scoop up your pet and sit him on your lap. he's still squirmy, but he doesn't look ready to attack either of you, thankfully.

"hey, you." you greet your pal affectionately. his tail is wagging impatiently while Wes kneels on the ground beside the couch. there's a silver ring on his finger, but you notice with relief that it's not on his fourth one.

when he sets the jar down on the coffee table with the kind of smile that hints at some secret amusement, you frown. "what?"

"nothing," he shakes his head. "Klimt is gonna be totally fine."

"are you sure?" you pet the feline's smooth coat.

"definitely. you know how drugs affect people differently?" he asks. you want to say no, you don't know that because why would you, but then you remember that there is quite literally a glass-blown bowl sitting on your kitchen table.

"sure." you reply honestly.

"it's the same with cats: some just feel the effects a little more." he shrugs. you think this over for a second.

"that makes sense."

"yeah, I'd estimate about an hour more of this wildcat behavior before he takes a ten-hour nap." he cracks another joke and you find yourself totally charmed by him. something about the way he talks just makes your heart beat like crazy.

"that's a relief."

he chuckles and stands up, grabbing the bag (which he never even had to use) and starting to walk out of the living room. you can smell his delicious cologne as he moves past you.

"sorry for making you come out here so late." you apologize from the couch. Wes turns to look at you with an easygoing expression. his free hand is tucked into his pocket.

"no worries. you have a lovely home." he gestures to the kitchen, and then at the bowl sitting there in the open. you have to fight the smile on your face.

"thanks." you're smirking. right before he's about to head back out, you ask a question that's been wriggling around in your mind since he arrived. "why no title?"

"you mean, like, Doctor or something?" he stops in the threshold. one hand leans against it while he answers your question. you still can't get over how tall he is.

"sure. I mean, you are a doctor, right?" it comes out more dubious than you intended, but he doesn't get offended, only smiles.

"yes, I'm a doctor. I went to Davis." he points like the school is right outside your door. you nod.

"cool."

there's a silence where you just look at each other, and you forget that you look like you just rolled out of bed. he clears his throat.

"to answer your question, I just go by Wes because you're not my patient-- Klimt is." he points to the kitten, who is now chasing his own tail like a dog. you snort at the sight.

"how humble of you."

"I know, right?" he's joking. you find yourself not wanting him to leave, even though you've really just met. he's so sweet and funny and handsome... your stomach is flipping over and over like a schoolgirl.

and it's stupid that you can't think of one plausible reason for him to stay, but every step he takes shortens your time to think. so you just blurt, instead.

"would you want a beer?"

Wes pauses and looks at you, an unreadable expression on his face. "a beer?"

"yeah, I mean... you came all the way out here and I just feel bad for causing a fuss over nothing." you scramble slightly to justify your words. you don't ever drink beer-- do you even have any? god, this is embarrassing.

the vet checks the watch on his wrist, then smiles at you with a halting kind of enjoyment, before nodding. "sure."

"okay, great." you turn on your heel to hide the grin on your face. he follows you again to the kitchen area and leans against the counter while you open the fridge. the best form of flirting you can manage right now is bending over shamelessly and taking your time to poke around.

thankfully, there are three cold bottles left towards the back. you take out two and use the tool in one of your drawers to pop the tops off. he watches patiently, takes a sip when you hand the drink to him. your eyes meet.

"so, what prompted the cat weed purchase?" he starts the conversation effortlessly, and you try to keep your eyes from wandering over the shape of him. now that he's just standing in front of you, you're noticing the way his sweater sits against his frame, his long legs and the way his head rests on an elegantly-proportioned neck.

"I just saw it and thought it would be fun." you shrug honestly. he smiles.

"do you think you're gonna let him try it again another time?"

"I don't know," you cross your arms over your chest. "I'm a little nervous, but he also was having a lot of fun until I made him sit still."

"fair enough." you both turn your gazes to the cat. he's nudging a little toy ball with his nose and watching it roll across the floor. there are tiny bells inside that jingle. Wes turns back to you. "what do you do?"

"graphic designer."

"an artist." he raises his brows, impressed.

"not exactly saving animal lives, but I get by." you take another sip of your drink.

"it's not like that, mostly." he rolls his eyes playfully.

"then what's it like?"

"I just see and talk to people's pets all day. it's a pretty great job, even when it's not. you know?" he's optimistic about it. you're drawn to his positive energy, to the way he smiles when he speaks like he's preparing to deliver a witty joke.

you're hopelessly attracted to him, and the space between you is becoming unbearable. even though he's a guy you just met, you can feel in your gut that something about this is just right. you want his body against yours.

"you okay?" he breaks what you only now realize is a silence, and you blink to clear the dirty images from your mind.

"yeah." only thinking about you fucking me against a countertop. it must be the fact that you haven't gotten laid in a while or something, because you usually aren't this attracted to people within the first hour. it takes longer for you to even want to kiss them.

"what kind of stuff do you design?" he seems genuinely interested as he shifts and continues to nurse his drink.

"I work for a tech startup downtown, so it's a lot of website work to make sure it's navigable and pretty." you try to sum up your duties, but it's hard when his hazel eyes are so intent. he listens to every word.

"do you do personal work, too? like, just for you?"

"actually, yeah!" this sparks your excitement.

"can I see?" his smile widens. "only if you're comfortable, of course."

"sure." you're beaming.

he stays put as you start to go out of the kitchen, but then you smile. "you can come with."

"oh." he sets his beer down on the counter and follows you, slightly surprised. but you don't care; you were nervous before, but he's stayed for this long. maybe he wants you, too.

once you get to your bedroom, you're grateful that it's been freshly cleaned. there's even a bouquet from the flower's market sitting on your dresser, and you head over to the desk to sift through the drawers for what you want.

"cool room." he compliments from the threshold. he's careful not to make you uncomfortable, but also can't resist the curiosity that draws his gaze from wall to wall. you find the stack of papers and smile.

"thanks," you place the folder in his hands. "these are some printed versions of stuff I did last year."

Wes immediately begins to flip through the art. him seeing your stuff makes you nervous, so you pretend to focus on straightening up the few items that sit on your desk. you wipe your fingertip over a nonexistent film of dust.

"these are amazing," he says, holding a card stock copy in between his index and middle fingers. "holy shit."

"thank you." you're trying to keep from smiling too hard. you can tell that he's being genuine with his compliments, and it makes your heart swell.

"definitely. are you showing anywhere?"

"at an exhibit downtown a couple months back, but I've been so busy with work that personal stuff hasn't really been on the table, you know?"

he nods in understanding and continues to go through until the end. when he's finished, he looks up and sees you, his eyes concentrated. he doesn't speak at first, and an undercurrent ripples across the room. there are about three feet between you, and you have no excuse to lessen it.

he licks his lips slowly. you purse yours, unsure of what to say.

"I'm glad you called tonight." his voice is lower, slightly uncertain, like he's testing the boundaries. except you don't want boundaries right now. you want to go wild on him.

"me, too." you reply. it's in your eyes, that begging for him to do what you're scared to initiate.

your tongue is pressed to the back of your teeth in anticipation. and when he sets the art back on your desk and comes closer, you feel yourself give in. bubbles of excitement travel up your body as he grabs your face and bends down to kiss you.

it's full, passionate, not the kind of kiss you give someone you've just met. laced with desire and longing, you respond immediately. hands immediately run to his forearms, over his shoulders as he imposes beautifully on your form. it's so hard, you lean back slightly. your torso presses against his until he pushes you against the wall.

the slight gasp that escapes your lips causes him to smile, followed by your moan and clutching fingers. the material of his sweater, the taste of him mingled with that sophisticated, gentle smell of cologne that you want printed all over your skin.

"come here." he murmurs against your mouth and reaches down to the back of your thigh so you can hook your leg around his waist. you whine at the easy access he has to grind against your core, both of you desperate.

"Wes." you pant into his open mouth. he sucks on your bottom lip before finding your cheek and jaw. his fingertips tighten around your flesh.

"this feel good, sweetheart?" he checks in. coincidentally, his jeans grind against your panties at exactly the right spot and your hips jump. you release a pleasured yelp.

"mhmm."

"sounds like it." he latches onto your throat with a possessive excitement. you can feel him sucking and biting at the skin until you're positive there'll be marks tomorrow. you hope there are; purpled evidence of his touch. he digs his nails into your thighs. "you like it when older men touch you, baby?"

he blows over your tender throat before attacking it again. you sigh contentedly at the way he mingles sensations for your pleasure. "yes."

he grunts and nips at your collarbone, sliding the strap of your top down your shoulder so that he can effortlessly flutter his lips over the skin. you grip at him and toss your head back against the wall. his weight on yours is divine. it makes you weak, but that doesn't matter. he's practically holding you up at this point.

when his hand pushes under the hem of your shirt and dances over your stomach, you arch your back for more. he's gentle yet firm, pulling you close like he wants to breathe your oxygen. he's tracing over your ribcage, all the way up to the valley of your breasts, before cupping one and moaning into your shoulder.

he kisses you again with an aching hunger that can't be satiated. your tongues meet and Wes finds your hardened nipples beneath the thin fabric of your bralette. you sigh while he starts to circle one with his thumb.

"you're perfect." he breathes.

you want to bask in this moment, to enjoy the shock across your skin when he reaches his hand back down between your bodies to dip below the waistband of your sweatpants, but you're just so greedy. he could make you cum over and over and it would never be enough.

"what do you want me to do to you?" Wes is hovering over your lower stomach, dangerously close to where you need him most. he's teasing. the warmth of his skin drives you mad. his breath brushes over the shell of your ear.

"fuck me." it's the only response you can fathom. every other instinct in your body flies out the window and is replaced by a craving to sink your proverbial (and literal) teeth into him.

but he loves it, apparently, because he pushes you back against the wall with a nearly bruising force. "I can do that."

with those words, he quickly grabs your other leg and lifts you into his arms, bringing you to the bed and laying you delicately on the mattress while you giggle. you stare up at him with an almost daydreamy lust. his cheeks are flushed.

you only get a second of that heavenly sight, though, before he dips down and pushes your shirt up to see your tits and kiss up the chasm between your ribs. his stubble tickles your skin, which causes you to smile.

by the time he's pulled your sweatpants off and tossed them to the side, you're whining for him to strip down as well.

"what is it, pretty girl?" he murmurs against your tummy. when you try to squeeze your thighs, he pushes them apart.

"I wanna see you." your fingertips touch at his sweater. he chuckles and pulls the garment over his head. it messes up his perfect hair even more and you love it, tangling your fingers in it. he bites his lip.

"do you want me to taste you first?" he keeps stroking the inside of your thighs and staring down at the skimpy lace that you're positive that you've already soaked. you're making him crazy with the way you roll your hips against air, against nothing, seeking any kind of stimulation.

"I can't wait." you shake your head. as nice as it would be, you're going to implode if he doesn't fill you up soon. he drags his fingers down your clothed slit and groans when he feels just how ready you are for him.

"let's take these off then, okay, sweetheart?" he hooks his fingers in the panties and waits for you to nod before tugging them down your legs. you whimper at the cool air that hits your core, soaked and needy. Wes stares at your body on display for him.

as he gets back up from the floor to kiss you again, you both work to remove the rest of his clothes. his skin is perfect under your hands. his chest is warm, solid, and when he climbs on top of you, his arms rest on either side of your head.

one hand comes down to grab his own cock and stroke it a few times before lowering himself to rub it against your throbbing clit. you whimper at the pressure; he's mindless when he feels how easily you cover him in your essence.

"so fucking wet..." he groans while rutting against you.

"Wes, please--" your breath hitches. "put it in."

"begging?" he teases your entrance with the head and smirks. "good girl."

"mhmm." you're smiling, but your mouth drops open when he pushes himself inside.

it's a heavy feeling, him filling you up. he's thick and the stretching of your walls makes him groan and rest his head on your shoulder. he kisses the skin there while diving deeper into your body.

you're shaking slightly from the mixture of pain and pleasure, his size forcing your body to work quickly to accommodate. your eyes are squeezed shut, but you run your hands over his back and shoulders to stay grounded. it feels like a dream.

he starts to pull out, coated in your wetness while you whimper below him, and he grabs your face with one hand in a dominant, soft gesture. "okay?"

"yeah."

he pushes back in. the air in your lungs is practically gone at this point, he's so deep inside. your eyes roll back and push your hips up to take him at a new angle. Wes finds his pace easily, rocking into your body at a manageable pace to let you get used to the sensation.

every time his hips roll down and he buries himself in you, he presses on your clit and sends a new shock through your body. he leans on his elbows to get closer and feel every undulation of your body. you love how his thrusts force your legs apart, how he moans your name and causes the headboard to repeatedly hit the wall while maintaining eye contact. hazel irises that rake over your features with lust.

"you feel so good." he speeds up a little when he hits a certain spot. you can feel him deep and hard, causing a small bump to rise in your stomach with each stroke. his voice is husky and dark. like a man starved.

"fuck..." you drag your nails down his back. he groans at the red marks that you will no doubt leave for him.

"clingy thing, huh?" he sucks at your throat affectionately. "I come over for one thing and you can't help yourself."

hearing Wes speak through his own panting is like listening to a secret, and you never want it to stop. he's reveling in the sordid crush of his own wants, and the way he shoves into you shows you that he has no intention of slowing down for a while.

"I'm impatient." you smirk. he pulls away to admire your expression.

"so am I." he kisses your lips and starts to pound into you. the juxtaposition of his tenderness and the sharp snap of his hips to yours fills you with butterflies. you love how much he wants to ruin you.

"Wes-- oh my god!" you whimper. he grabs your hips and yanks them closer to him so he can go as deep as possible, so he can hit your cervix.

"that's right, sweetheart," he pants. you can tell that he's starting to lose control. "say my name. I want everyone to know what a good little slut you are for me."

the commanding tone makes your body shake. "I- I'm cumming, Wes, please--"

"please what, baby?" he taunts. his index finger is tracing over your jaw.

you don't know what it is that you're wanting, except more. as your form shudders and tightens, walls fluttering around his cock, you lose the capacity to speak. you grind your hips against him and cry out pathetically while he pushes you back down and slams ruthlessly into your pussy.

"cum inside-- please, I need it--" you writhe. he groans at the request.

"fuck, yes..." he sheathes himself. "take it."

you gasp as he repeatedly hits your weakest point and spills hot ropes of his cum inside you, still thrusting in and out and whimpering into your shoulder at the clenching sensation you give his cock. it's warm, strangely delightful, nearly sending you into another orgasm sheerly from the sight.

he mutters unintelligibly as he empties himself in your pussy, but you catch a growled "so needy," between deep moans. you're clinging to him like you'll never have it again. you might not.

he slows down, giving shallower thrusts while riding out his high and shoving his cum deeper inside. it turns lazy and messy, both of you panting, before he finally pulls out and rolls over next to you.

you press the back of your hand to your forehead. it's sweaty from all the work he just put you through, but you feel amazing at the same time. your eyes keep flickering from the ceiling above to his rising and falling chest beside you. his nose twitches; he turns his head to look at your face.

although you expect him to say something, he doesn't. instead, you just stare at each other. the air conditioner rattles gently in the background. you're not sure how long this lasts, this soaking in, but he's the first to break it.

"hey."

you find the corners of your lips turning up. "hi."

"do you mind if I go get something to clean you up?" he asks softly, his fingertips finding your forearm with ease and drifting over it.

"sure. bathroom is the first door on the left."

he gets up and you watch him gather his clothes, eyes glued to his perfect form. you can't believe you just had sex with your veterinarian. you don't regret it at all.

he wanders out of the room and your eyes follow, only to see Klimt sitting patiently by the door.

"what are you doing, perv?" you tease as he comes over and leaps up onto the bed. his kitten paws pad over the blankets and settle into the crook of your arm. you smile to yourself, recalling how sweet the vet was with him. "hey, Wes?" you call out.

"yeah?" he comes back into the room with a warm washcloth and a small smile on his face.

"would you wanna get coffee or something sometime?" you bite your lip. maybe he doesn't want to go on a date, but it's worth a shot.

"sure." he breaks into a grin that makes you giddy. thank god, because you really were hoping to see him again.

you can't wait.

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yikesharringrove · 5 years ago

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I have a headcanon that Billy doesn"t really know how to apologize like most people do. To him, the words are kind of empty so he just does things for people instead. Things like replacing all of the dishes with better quality ones for the Byers, making the girliest clothes Max hates disappear and replaced with things she likes, a new slingshot showing up in Lucas's locker, breaking into a car to fix it. Steve is weirdly charmed by it.

These may both be you? But here’s a combo since they’re p much the same idea

anonymous asked: Billy has forgotten how to actually connect with people so he shows affection through acts of chaotic good, like planting catnip all over the yard of the lady who allergic for yellomg at Max or breaking into a car so he can fix the engine. Steve figures out Billy is the one doing all these oddly kind things but he is still kind of intimidated by the blonde so instead of thanking him out right he just leaves things like cigarettes and baked good for him in his car. Have fun with that one!

This got pretty long so I put some of it under the cut.

Billy didn’t believe in the words I’m sorry.

They just didn’t make sense to him. He had never heard the words when someone actually meant them, and fuck knows he’s never actually meant those words before.

But that does not mean there aren’t things in his life he regrets.

For example: beating the shit outta Steve Harrington.

He felt like absolute fucking garbage about it.

Harrington hadn’t deserved that shit. Billy was just runnin’ hot that night, and Harrington had been unlucky enough to have bad timing.

But he didn’t know how to fix it.

So he started leaving snacks in Steve’s locker.

He noticed how he would always be giving his friends the food off his fucking plate, so he would shove granola bars, candies, even made him a sandwich one day.

He watched as Steve would eat whatever it was Billy had left for him, just fuckin’ chowed down without question.

He would look into classes, find out where Steve sat and leave little treats on his desk.

“Mr. Harrington, I think you may have a secret admirer.” Steve flushed a little at the cupcake, and shoved it into his mouth in two bites at the beginning of history class, but he wasn’t gonna look a gift horse in the mouth, so to speak, and figured whenever this chick came forward, he would thank her for being so thoughtful, and let her down gently.

After leaving Harrington alone with all his snacks, Billy set his sights on his other regret.

He had Max hadn’t always fought and bickered. True, Billy wasn’t the warmest, when they first met, but once he got his car they would drive around together a lot. He’d take her to the arcade and the boardwalk. They both didn’t like being home too much.

So when Billy’s informed he’ll be watching Max for the weekend while Neil takes Susan to the city, he forms a little plan.

There’s one Chinese restaurant in Hawkins. It’s totally not authentic, not like the dim sum they used to get wandering around San Fransisco, but they had steamed pork buns and Billy picked up eight.

He let Max do whatever she wanted that weekend, figured they would have better luck with one another if they both acted like outdoor cats, coming and going as they pleased, but come Sunday evening, all the pork buns were gone, and there was an unopened pack of cigarettes on his nightstand.

Regret number three: Lucas Sinclair.

Billy probably felt the most fucked up over this kid.

He’d gone after him, a fucking child, in his blind rage.

He had figured that out when he came to on the floor of that weird house, sitting up empty and alone, realizing I’m just like Neil.

He had seen all those kids with their nerdy toys, went out to RadioShack, early Sunday morning, leaving with a light wallet and a new idea.

Dustin was arguing with Mike over the realism of Indiana Jones and the Temple of Doom, like there was anything realistic about it.

Lucas rolled his eyes, opening his locker, his mouth dropping open when he saw something inside.

He pulled the bag out, peering inside.

There were six brand new walkie talkies inside.

They were better than the ones they already used, had further range and more channels.

Everyone went silent.

“Um, these aren’t mine.”

Max’s eyes went wide. She snatched something up from the top shelf of Lucas’s locker.

The new Wrist Rocket had a note attached to it. She knows this handwriting, but couldn’t place it.

Enjoy the new gear. Don’t quit saving the world.

“Do you think they’re from Steve?”Max furrowed her brows at the note.

And then everything clunked into place.

“Maybe.”

The boys were tearing into the new walkies.

She got two cokes from the vending machine at lunch, handing one quietly to Billy when she got in his car after school.

Billy doesn’t really know what he’s doing here.

He had driven Max to one of her nerdy little friend’s houses, and somehow he got roped into staying? He doesn’t even remember.

But now he’s standing with a short kind woman, in the exact kitchen he beat the shit out of Harrington in, with Steve himself leaning against the other wall, watching the kids like some kinda hawk.

Billy’s hands were shaky, and he inserted himself into washing dishes from dinner.

He noticed most of them had chips, and all of them were mismatched. He put them away quietly, and drove to the nearest home goods store he could find.

Ceramic plates didn’t run too much, and he got a nice set of three different sizes, twelve plates of each size, light blue like the one he broke.

He left them on the porch, parked his car down the road a ways.

He rang the doorbell, sprinting and diving into the bushes before anyone can see him.

He watched as one of the sons, the one his age, the one in his English literature class, opened the door, his brow furrowing at the box of new plates.

“Um, Mom? Somebody left us a set of plates?”

He closed the door, but the took the plates with him.

Billy was sitting on the lawn, had just finished raking up all the damn leaves, and was taking a well-earned smoke break as he watched Max skating up and down the street, practicing her kickflips and ollies.

She cut into the driveway across the street, the only one on the entire block that was well paved, no cracks in the cement.

“Get out of here!” Max started as Mrs. Reynolds, a mean old woman was shouting through her screen door. “You little hooligan! You’re going to leave marks!”

Max bit her lip, trying not to laugh as she boarded back over to their house, standing next to Billy.

“I’ll be having a word with your father!” She rolled her eyes as Billy ground his jaw.

Cat nip was way more expensive than Billy was expecting, but he bought plenty of packages, returning home just past sunset.

He waited until about three in the morning, when Mrs. Reynolds’ sprinklers had finally turned back off before he climbed out his window, spreading the cat nip through her yard.

He flipped her house the bird.

Max was awed at the cats the next morning as Billy drove them both to school.

There must’ve been at least a hundred.

“Isn’t Mrs. Reynolds allergic?” Billy tried not to laugh.

“Damn. That sucks for her.”

Billy was sitting on the hood of his car, reading one of his lit books while he waited for Max to get out of her nerd club.

He startled a little bit when someone knocked on the hood.

And it was Harrington, smiling sheepishly at Billy.

“The Byers got some new plates last night. You know anything about that?” Billy tracked the thin scar on Steve’s head. It disappeared into his hairline. Billy wonders how long he had sat in front of a mirror, picking glass out of his thick hair.

“Who’re the Byers?” Steve huffed a laugh.

Max was standing in front of the mirror looking like a grumpy old cat.

Susan had bought her a lovely new dress, and Max fucking hated it. Susan was fussing over it, saying I ordered it from the Sears catalog! and can you believe it was only fifteen dollars?

Billy slipped a five and a ten into Susan’s purse later that day, taking the dress to the Goodwill downtown.

He found Max a couple crappy t-shirts there, bands she would hum to on the radio, shit like Journey and Foreigner, and slid them into her closet where the dress used to be.

She wore one the next day, blinking slowly at him over breakfast.

He avoided all eye contact.

Steve has long legs.

this was of course something Billy always knew, but watching him stalk in all his righteous fury down the street towards the high school really solidified that fact for Billy.

He was stomping, his strides long as he hustled to class. Billy thought about offering him a ride, didn’t think they were there yet.

Billy found himself in Steve’s driveway later that night, popping the hood of Steve’s dead car and searching over everything with a flashlight.

Billy rolled his eyes.

Steve had probably always paid someone else when his car broke down, didn’t realize if your oil was low, your car wouldn’t work.

Billy kept a few cans in his trunk, refilled the bad boy for Steve, making sure that was it.

He found nothing else wrong and Steve pulled into the school parking lot the next morning.

Billy could feel Steve staring at him when he walked into school.

He found Steve sitting on his car at lunch, holding the sandwich Billy had snuck into his locker, and a loaf of bread wrapped in cling film. .

Billy raised an eyebrow.

“I saw you last night.” His cheeks went hot. “Thanks for fixing my car. And all the snacks and stuff. And for the Byers’ plates. And for all the stuff with Max.”

“Nothin’s happened with Max.” Steve appraised him for a moment.

“She said you’re being nicer.” He held up the bread. “Homemade banana bread. Made it while you were being not at all stealthy fixing my car.” He smiled at Billy, one a’ those perfect sunshine smiles Billy had only ever seen Steve direct towards his kids.

“I just changed your oil. Car won’t run if you don’t got oil.” Steve furrowed his brow.

“My gas tank was full. I had just filled it.”

“Nah Pretty Boy, oil. It’s different.” And Billy took a deep breath. “Could show you, if you like. Teach you some basic car shit. How to jump, how to change a tire.”

Steve beamed at him.

“I’d like that! I don’t know shit about fixing cars. Always figured it would go way over my head.”

“It’s pretty easy. There’s usually only a few major things that go wrong in nice cars that are easy fixes. You’ll figure it out quick.” Steve slid off his car, and Billy lamented that for a minute, liked how Steve looked perched on Billy’s car, wondered how he’d look in the passenger seat, in the backseat-

Steve pushed the bread into Billy’s hands.

“Y’know, I forgive you. For that night.” Billy tightened his jaw. Steve’s eyes were a little green in the sun. “There was a lot goin’ on, and I was being sketchy. I don’t hold it against you.”

“I, uh, thanks, I guess. I’m sorry, about it.” Steve smiled at him again, the corners of his eyes crinkling just a bit.

“Yeah, I know.” Steve took a bite of his sandwich, his cheeks all cute and full. “And I’m more of a ham and cheese fan.” Billy rolled his eyes at Steve, taking with his mouth full of turkey sandwich.

“Sorry man, you get what Susan buys.” Steve laughed, his mouth still full. Billy was uncomfortably endeared by it.

“Don’t be surprised to find some lasagna on your porch one night soon.” And Steve winked at him, walking backwards towards the school. “You’re not so bad, Billy.”

“Tryin’ not to be.” Steve gave him a stupid little finger gun. Billy’s heart melted.

“You’re doin’ a good job.” And Steve set off back into the school.

#yikes writes #steve harrington #billy hargrove #steve harrington x billy hargrove #billy hargrove x steve harrington #harringrove #harringrove fic #harringrove ficlet #harringrove drabble

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highlifeboat · 3 years ago

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Ok but I have a hc about the cat toys post!

Bela does play with toys, she just mostly feels embarrassed for it because she views it as ‘immature’ or ‘childish’ and will therefore try to ignore the tempting cat toys.

However, once in a while when Elena notices that Bela’s working too hard or needs a break and praising and cuddling her won’t work (quick enough), she’ll dig in her cat toys box and try out EVERY type of cat toy she has on Bela, until she’s exhausted enough from playing to curl herself up in bed with Elena and enjoy some rest. Bonus points (tho this could lead to extreme damage to property and well, maybe also person) if Elena gifts Bela some catnip.

I’m sorry I just can’t get the image out of my mind of Elena just holding her gf thinking ‘holy shot’ while Bela purrs max volume and rubs her cheek against- and chews on catnip in her lap

I feel like Bela would ONLY play with toys if she was high as shit, honestly. Or in zoomie mood.

She just doesn't have the energy to play with toys (and she gave up that stuff years ago) But when she gets those 3 AM silly streaks, Elena has to get up and get her to play with a toy to calm her down, otherwise she'll wake up the whole castle.

#asks #anons

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lunermagick-sims4 · 5 years ago

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Griselda’s Story Part 6

Griselda new place was all furnished when she arrived to move in. She had no idea how her family friend, Minerva had time to put all this together! All Griselda had to do was organize things in their proper places, and since her bed was together get it made. She was thinking she definitely needed to thank Minerva for finding a bedroom set, couch, chair and even a mini fridge for her and all the hard work of getting it to the house! The bedrooms set was a great find from a friend of Minerva who was keeping stuff in their basement and wanted to get rid of it so they could get ready to do some needed work. Thanks to Gemma’s college friend who was moving in with his girlfriend and wanted to get rid of his old couch, chair and even a mini fridge! I was lucky the place had a working stove and the last person living here left a table set and a old small tv. I received a desk for a home warming gift from Minerva and the family gave me a new laptop as a going away present which will be need for school in the fall. It was a small but comfortable home for her and Storm to settle into. Griselda unpack the last of her things she brought from the Charm home. Once her frog and insects were put in their proper places, everything was finally together. There was a couple of garden boxes outside, so Griselda was thinking maybe tonight she would work on getting a garden started. She had a number of seed packs that she wanted to get planted. She got a catnip pack for Storm to enjoy, she found some magic plants and even some weed pack. She was hoping to sell some of the weed on the side to make some needed money. A bag of weed can sell as high as $100 a bag. Griselda was thinking she may keep a bag for herself here and there. The bills will come in sooner or later, so hopefully the plants will do well! Griselda was only able to save $200 before she left home so having these plants prosper would be a great help, it would keep her from trying to work and go to school! She wanted to focus her time on her studies so she could apply to some good Universities at the end of the semester. She did not want anyone to know she did not save much, but she also knew she would figure stuff out, she always has. If the garden deal fails, she would be prepared to get a job over the summer to save up some cash, while she figures out what else to do or try again at her weed crop! Griselda took a hit out of her bong of purple haze, that she bought a while back from some guy a friend knew. She had been smoking for some time now, her friend, Gemma is the only one who knows about her habit! Griselda feels it take the edge off sometimes when she is having a rough day or week! Storm was playing with his little mouse toy and Griselda had her tiny little tv on not really watching it, just channel surfing and for the noise. It is kinda quiet living on your own.

Griselda was up late gardening and slept in very late the next day. She is starting to liking the night more then the day. This was going to take some time to get use to. She felt that if she did not get use to staying up at night it would be hard in a few weeks to get up for school. Griselda was just nicely getting up, still sitting on the edge of the bed not even showered yet and she heard a knock at the door. “Who can that be?” She thought. Griselda walked out of her room and Storm was running over to the door, Griselda followed him. She open it and to her surprise it was Minerva. She was alone. “Come in” Griselda said. Minerva smiles and walks through the door. She eyed the place. “You got it set up nicely all on your own. How are you doing dear?” Griselda was shocked to see her come all this way to check up on her! “Good and thank you for all the work you did to get me the things I needed! I am surprised to see you. Come sit.” They sat at the little wooden table and chatted. Minerva did not stay long she had a glass of water, said she was passing through and wanted to check up on her. Griselda was happy she stopped in and thanked her for the visit.

Griselda love going to the Realm it is so beautiful and magnificent. She decided today she go visit the Realm and explore it some. She had noticed there are a few different portals and she wanted to explore them, especially the one closes to the entrance. It has been so sunny and hot and she became so bored out of her mind with nothing to do as she could not leave the house, least in the Realm of magic there it would protects her from the sun. She does not know why but the sun rays there does not make her feel like she going to burn to death. She petted Storm and told him he could go next time. She used her glitter stone and transported herself to the Realm, she was not sure if she was strong enough to transport them both. She arrived at the entrance and walked toward the portal near the entrance. She was surprised by what she saw! A garden, it was such a magical place! She harvest what was growing so she could plant later or use for a potion. Griselda went fishing and caught a goldfish. She decided to keep the fish so needed a bowl to keep it in. She stayed awhile to take in all the different energy. She felt very zen by the time she flew home.

#sims 4 #sims 4 story #pinkycustomworld #antosims #nightcrawler #basemental drugs #simblr #darkosims3

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vegajoyce · 5 years ago

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Sims 4 Cat Got Sprayed By Skunk Eye-Opening Tips

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4 Year Old Cat Peeing On Floor

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Cat Pee Get You High

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connorssock · 6 years ago

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What Are You Doing?

I sneaked in as a pinch hitter for @dbh-summer-exchange. I believe @phckingandroids asked for Reed900 fluff - hopefully this is everything you’d hoped for.

What Are You Doing?

The most common question Gavin heard from Nines was “what are you doing?” It had started off as infuriating, especially when he considered the duality of Nines. A veritable murder machine, created to decimate other androids and rule supreme as the attackdog of humanity. And, to be fair, that is exactly what Nines dig when on a case. Unrelenting, unapologetic and with a single minded focus, he chewed through case after case. Amassing evidence, analysing it, locating suspects, bringing them in and interrogating them until deemed innocent or with enough evidence to take things to trial. It was impressive and Gavin had to hand it to Nines, he was a good cop.

However, that was all when Nines was on a case, when he was working and had his protocols and programming to fall back onto. When he was idle, it was like he was a whole other entity. Gone was the imposing, assertive and confident android and his place was taken by a lost, confused puppy. If Gavi didn’t have to live with the two halves on Nines on a day to day basis, he wouldn’t ever believe it. Once Nines had tried to explain it. He was equipped to deal with the situations a military android could encounter, war zones, loss of chain of command, dealing with injured combatants, the lot. Those were easy in Nines’ eyes, what he was made for and translated quite well into police situations. But out of those? He was a lost, confused and floundering wreck. Case in point.

“What are you doing?”

Gavin was long past the eye rolling stage of frustration and simply took a breath to explain. “I’m trying to get the tag off this toy without damaging it.”

“Do you often play with felt mice stuffed with Nepeta cataria?”

It was a close call for Gavin’s forehead to meet with his desk repeatedly. Instead, he passed the mouse over to Nines for inspection.

“Get the tag off and I’ll let you come meet who actually plays with them.”

Less than two seconds later, Nines was passing the mouse back without the tags. Those, he had carefully put to the side for later inspection even if Gavin suggested he could bin them.

“So, who does play with the mouse if it’s not you?”

Grinning, Gavin pushed away from his desk. They could sneak off duty five minutes early, nobody would notice or even care. He led them to the car and kept an enigmatic silence each time Nines tried to request an answer. Outside the front door to his apartment Gavin turned to him.

“A few rules, don’t pick her up, don’t chase her and even if she yowls, do not feed her, got it?”

Nines nodded and the door opened as Gavin called a cheerful “hey, Squash” through. A warble replied and Nines watched as a fluffy ginger cat with a very flat face approached.

“Hold your arm out with the mouse in your palm,” Gavin instructed and Nines did just so. Having Gavin stand next to him and pat his chest was weird but not as strange as when the cat first stood up on two legs and stretched, claws digging into his thigh. The next instant, she was jumping up and balancing on his shoulders, sniffing his hair and trying to balance down his arm.

“She likes you.”

“Do you call her Squash because she looks like she ran into a wall?”

That brought a bark of laughter from Gavin as he shook his head. “Nah, her full name is Butternut Squash because she’s the colour of one. But Squash is easier to yell. The neighbours took offence when I called her Butt or Nuttie.”

Slowly, Nines brought his hand with the mouse closer. When it was within reaching distance, Squash swiped it with gentle claws. Gripping it between her teeth, she jumped off and sprinted away, hiding her newest acquisition.

“Well,” Gavin smiled, “now you know who plays with mice filled with catnip. Any other questions?”

He was standing close to Nines still, their chests almost touching. There was another question that Nines was brewing as he looked down at Gavin. Only, the eyes on his looked away, dipped to his lips and then back up.

“What are you doing?” Nines asked.

“I think I’m going to kiss you.” Gavin’s voice was low and he leaned up slowly. There was plenty of time for Nines to pull away but instead, he helped close the gap, pressed dry lips again Gavin’s wet ones.

It was a short lived kiss but one that Nines saved to his memory core as a treasured moment. Something in his programming was rewriting itself, his face was morphing into a configuration he hadn’t experienced before. This time, it was Gavin’s turn to ask a question.

“What are you doing?”

“I’m smiling,” Nines replied and gratefully accepted another kiss.

#reed900 #dbh: gavin #dbh: rk900 #dbh summer exchange #fluff #ficlet #first kiss

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amusementofaprincess · 5 years ago

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Cecil is blind right? Does he actually play with the younger cat or so they just exist in the same room? What do blind cats play with? How does he get around? Why did you adopt a blind cat?

Hi anon!

Cecil is mostly/partly blind. He had some kind of head trauma prior to being surrendered that effects his eye sight. He can see somethings, especially if the room is bright and it’s something with a lot of contrast or movement (he did a good tracking a fly from window to window the other day -he followed the sounds and could see the black bug on the white shades.) ——————————————————-He does play with Khoshekh! They take turns chasing each other across the house and playing with the ball tower. When it’s Cecil’s turn to chase her Khoshekh will meow as she runs so Cecil can follow. Sometimes she annoys him but if she gets too much he just escapes to the dog kennel. The door is always open, as the dog is fully trained and never locked inside unless there’s a cable guy or something in the house, and Khoshekh got isolated in there right after her spay and her partial tail amputation so she doesn’t go in there. They’re sweet with each other - if Cecil cries because he’s lost she goes to find him and if she meows he checks on her. ————————————————————-For toys - he loves these little brightly colored plastic springs, a crinkly Mylar ball, a three teir ball track, and his catnip banana. The springs colors make them easy to find, the ball is loud, the 3 tier track never moves, and the banana is literally full of catnip. He knows when it’s banana time too. ————— —————————he gets around great. He has an internal map of the house and we don’t move things around. Or if I have to I’ll try and show him. He goes up the stairs with no problem and goes down as long as there is a decent nightlight or the overhead light is on. He loves to climb and can’t always find his way down. Thankfully he’s trusting and will follow my voice or even jump to my arms as I am short and can’t just scoop him from some places. I sleep with a nightlight anyway so he no problems with the dark and we put a motion light near his favorite little box so it’s always lit up for him. He’s a chatty cat so he will cry for help if he gets stuck or lost. And myself or my mom come running with a flashlight because he prefers to try to help himself first, get saved second. ——————————————————— I adopted him because he picked me. I had gone to the rescue to see a slightly younger female cat and knew immediately she wouldn’t be a good fit. Since I was there and was the only visitor (it was a gross weekend in January) I cuddled all the friendly cats as they had several free roaming ones. Cecil came up to me and yelled til I noticed him. Then he led me on a tour of the place until we got to his favorite window ledge. He lounged in the sun while I scratched his chin and I knew I needed him. They told me about his sight issues and I wasn’t concerned - I had a blind dog. He came home 2 weeks later. After a month or so of adjustment he went from sweet but cautious to a bossy snuggle bug. As I type this he is at the foot of my bed, pouting because I have the AC on and he doesn’t like it. He spends a lot of days keeping me company while I work -napping on my bed, lap, or windowsill, playing or getting lost in the closet. He’s an amazing cat. And I’m glad I didn’t let the fact that he’s blind even for a moment consider leaving him at the rescue. The rescue is a lovely place but he is much happier in a real home. He eats better, plays more and is just generally more relaxed

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jacklynnfrost · 6 years ago

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The Eighth Avenue Express (Part 3)

Fanfic by Jacklynnfrost for Smutember 2019. I’m very grateful for my friends, who I was not sure would want to be associated with such a naughty fic, so are anonymous. Happy Tuesday Train fic day!!!

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‘This makes me stand out more.’ Elizabeth thinks, but she has already changed in the bathroom and with the subway screeching to a halt, she doesn’t have the time to redress. It’s too big for her, with the round black buttons from her bust to her knees it resembles a sack. The belt helps, but even that is too big. Rather than buckle it loosely at it’s tightest hole, she looped and tugged it tight to cinch her waist.

Somehow, she still likes it though. With it tied in, it does look comfy and very much like Carmen Sandiago but what she finds most appealing is that her stranger bought it for her. She thinks she knows where his mind went when he found it and she is attempting to make that guessed at fantasy come to fruition.

It’s busier today. The couple beside her gushes about a new place opening downtown and something about an event but she dismisses their chatter as she squeezes into the packed train car. Bodies are everywhere. She dips, pushes and maneuvers her way to the center bar, to their meeting place. Elizabeth doesn’t see him until the last moment with all the commotion. Instantly, as soon as their warm gazes meet they are pressed together and he smirks, tips up to kiss her in a gentle greeting, then drops to the floor.

“What...” She starts as his knees hit the linoleum and his fingers deftly unloop the belt. Elizabeth burns. “You can’t open it.” Her panicked eyes meet the top of his head, his cowlick sticking up but he doesn’t respond and she isn’t sure if he’s heard. She releases the bar just as the subway starts its moving and her foot steps wide to steady her balance while her hands grip the front of her coat to remain closed. Immediately his knee spreads to rest at her inner ankle but he doesn’t go for her buttons like she expects.

Her stranger lifts the bottom hem up to her thighs, kisses each of her legs with smirking lips and she watches him bend, ducking under her coat. She gasps, her hands fixing her coat to make it look as sack-like as possible before both her fists grip around the pole before her. Elizabeth’s eyes flit around the train car as his hands roam freely up her thighs, on either side of her hips and with the barest caress feels up to and along the underside of her breasts. Her work clothes are shoved in her purse and right now she is wavering on whether or not it was such a good idea to be naked for him under this coat.

She intended it to be a gift in thanks for his gift but somehow she’s the one being rewarded as the stubble of his jaw deliciously scratches up her inner thigh. He hums, the slight vibrations against her flesh jolt her heart to flutter, her tummy warms and she feels her most private of flesh weep for him. ‘It’s him.’ She thinks in hazy alarm. ‘He’s my personal sex catnip. This isn’t about being an exhibitionist.’ The realization comes just as her stranger’s nose slips against her core, his hands grab at her waist as if she were about to escape just as he caught her. He inhales, smelling her and his hot exhale has her squirming... but she spreads her stance that much wider.

Elizabeth feels him chuckle more than hears and when she looks down she sees her coat moving as his head does. To ease her own anxiety about peepers, she holds the collar out and away from her body. She is overheating anyway with all the sensations building inside her. His palms glide over the curve of her ass and his grip squeezes, harsher than he’s ever been, surprising a little gasp from her as his tongue touches her slit for the first time.

That same humming sensation occurs, his breath sending tingles through her legs and she tightens her hold on the bar to stay upright. It’s a good thing too as his elbow dips against her thigh to guide it up. She follows his lead, trailing her calf up and over his shoulder to wrap there, her core opening for him to feast on. His torso rumbles under her leg as he viciously devours her underbelly.

This has happened so quickly she’s in a state of pleasant shock, but her adrenaline catches up as feelings flood her in a multitude of ways.

Her red coat follows her leg, stretching to part until it strains tight, held together from the bottom button. His tongue languidly explores her folds before lashing at her clit as if angry then returning to his gentle touches. He speaks, his lips moving and breath warm against her slickness but Elizabeth has lost auditory function. She has blocked out all noises around her, full of too many other inputs. His palm kneading her ass, his other slipping along her thigh to join his mouth and his fingers toy with her opening.

Elizabeth bends, her head taps and rests on the glinting metal pole, her breath fogs across it. She pinches her eyes closed and bites her lip to keep her mouth shut, having a hard time focusing on holding the coat out, let alone being silent while so many people are around. He suckles on her swollen nub and she gasps, neck arching back and the pulses at her core quicken. They echo his movements, driving her mad and two of his fingers enter her with a harsh thrust up. His hold on her ass squeezes, pushing her hips into his face as if she isn’t close enough for him.

She looks down the top of her coat, eyes wide and full of anticipation as he fucks her with his fingers, his tongue stretching and lapping at her clit. It’s barely lit in there from the overhead lights but she can make out the crown of his head pressing against the inside of her coat and the contours of his face as he intimately kisses her. His eyes flash up to hers, unfocused, with his eyelids fluttering. She watches his arm thrust and as his fingers reach inside of her. Keening whimpers escape from her.

His lips grin, she can feel them move against her wetness and on the cusp of her orgasm the subway shifts and a body bumps into her from behind causing her raw slit to glide over his face. Elizabeth tumbles into her pleasure, her legs shaking and her grip is white-knuckle tight on the pole. She feels as if she were a ball of yarn strung so tight and he’s yanked her into a spirling unravel that’s moving too quickly. Her knee gives out and her other hooked over her shoulder is all that keeps her up until he catches her, supporting her with his straining biceps muscles.

Her head tips back, her long breathy moan lasts the entirety of her cores quaking, and not a drop of tension remains in her as it passes. He stops his tasting, retreating his fingers from her gripping core to kiss her mons, up across one hip bone then runs his lips across the little curve of her belly to her other side. His hands are coarse but feel her ardently, his flesh on hers like a trickling stream of sensation as he moves up. The side of his face trails up her belly, his knuckles rippling over her ribs and she feels as if she is filling up, brimming over with something.

Sounds return. The ruffling of clothes, coughing, and clearing of throats paired with the muffled voices of those around her overtake the repetitive whooshing of the moving bullet train. She moves her leg down, embarrassed as she fixes her coat to give him the most room to explore her body. The subway car is rumbling, people talking all around but when he speaks his voice carries, his lips caressing her flesh. “Today is my most favorite of all my days.” It’s low enough that she correctly assumes he didn’t think she would hear. Elizabeth processes his words slowly, still affected by her earth-shattering orgasm and the bubbling impending eruption of her affection towards this man.

Her eyes flit around to the other passengers but with so many, they blend into the crowd. He’s squatting but taking up a single person space so no one appears to have noticed them, or, that Elizabeth can tell anyways. His touch is different, it has been since the very start when her hand accidentally touched his when they met. Her heart pounds, the wings in her tummy flap and flutter but it’s too much, she’s a cup brimming a bubble of liquid at the edge of her. Any more and she fears she’ll fall apart. “Please...” She whispers, dipping her chin into the neck of her coat. “I want to talk to you.”

Her beautiful stranger reluctantly separates from her, his fingers trailing, his lips leaving final kisses and he smirks up at her before dipping low while lifting the hem of her coat. In a quick hop, he’s standing before her, nonchalant as his hand wraps around her over their pole. She looks at him, having so many questions but the urge to taste herself on his tongue is undeniable.

His blonde messy locks draw her hand and she combs her fingers through it, resting her palm at the back of his neck as she stares into him. She wets her lips, looking to his as the only clue of what she wants before succumbing to her urges. Elizabeth doesn’t invade his mouth. Instead, her lips to his are as soft as flower petals. She sips from him as if he is the sweetest of teas, her tongue only seeking the flavor of his lips, a small sample full of gentle affection. “What’s your name?” She whispers, moving softly against him.

His scent washes over her, the comfort of him adds to her relaxation and pooling warmth. He returns her sweetness, his mouth curving against hers but gives her a fervor kiss before he leans away just enough to tenderly gaze at her face. He inhales through the nose, looking at her as if trying to memorize all the miniscule details and facets of her. “I’m Meliodas.” He says, eyes dimming and smile falling to rest downward, resigned. “I’m very glad to meet you.” Her stranger finishes, his hands find the belt of her coat and he loops it, pulling it tight with finality before resting his hands on her hips.

The subway begins to slow and in tandem, they both look to the side window with weary acceptance as the tunnel outside flashes by knowing their time is running out. She turns back to him first. “Meliodas?” Her voice is reverently testing, her tongue finding the sounds pleasing and his green eyes grow aflame with the enchanting way she said his name. “My... uh, well my internship is going to run out next week so I won’t be able to ride our Metro after that.” Any hint of fire in his orbs dies, ash leveling as his expression grows tight.

Elizabeth will be finishing her college hours this semester after her boss finishes her paperwork and she’ll be released from her internship in time for her finals. Outside of that, she has four interviews lined up for next week as she needs to have a job in order to pay for her apartment. She’s lucky to have a paid internship as it is.

All of these things, she wants to share but Meliodas nods, his hands leaving her waist to cup her face as if already saying goodbye. “I’m scheduled to make three more coffee runs until then.” She means that they will have time to figure it out, to swap numbers or set up a date but the poor man, who is no longer a stranger, interprets it as only having a total of one more hour of her in his life. His hands drop from her porcelain skin.

The rails squeak, people move around them to give themselves better positions to rush the platform but Elizabeth stays as they come to a stop. She looks to his pinched brow and notes that his jaw is clenched, his teeth grinding slightly but he’s fighting it, trying to look neutral. “Are you... okay?” Elizabeth compassionately questions but the light changes over the doors. In a rush, she graces his lips with her same sweet, soft kiss goodbye, only this time he fists her coat and forces her to step into him. He dominates her mouth, expertly and thoroughly, leaving her utterly breathless before he releases her and sets her back on steady feet.

Their time is running thin and she scrambles to tell him the next day she’ll be on the train before spinning and going. As always she stops on the platform and looks back to see him through the bubble window but today... he hadn’t followed and there is no sweet smirk or overhand wave to see her off.

#Tuesday Train Fic Part 3 #smutember2019 #nnt fanfiction #elizabeth lion #jacklynnfrost

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shadowywinnerdonut-blog1 · 5 years ago

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Interesting information about cats

Cats can hear sounds too faint or too high in frequency for human ears, such as those made by mice. They can also see in near darkness.

Cats have relatively few taste buds compared to humans. Domestic and wild cats share a gene mutation that leaves them with no ability to taste sweetness.

To aid with navigation and sensation, cats have dozens of movable whiskers over their body, especially their face. These provide information on the width of gaps and on the location of objects in the dark, both by touching objects directly and by sensing air currents.

The average life expectancy for male indoor cats at birth is around 12 to 14 years. However, there have been reports of cats reaching into their 30s, with the oldest known cat, Creme Puff, dying at a verified age of 38.

Cats usually sleep 12-16 hours a day, although some cats can sleep as much as 20 hours in a 24-hour period. The term "cat nap" for a short rest refers to the cat's tendency to fall asleep (lightly) for a brief period. While asleep, cats experience short periods of rapid eye movement sleep often accompanied by muscle twitches, which suggests that they are dreaming.

Domestic cats use many vocalisations for communication, including purring, trilling, hissing, growling/snarling, grunting, and several different forms of meowing. By contrast, feral cats are generally silent.

Types of body language, including position of ears and tail, relaxation of whole body, and kneading of paws, are all indicators of mood. The tail and ears are particularly important social signal mechanisms in cats e.g. with a raised tail acting as a friendly greeting, and flattened ears indicating hostility.

It has been theorised that the high-pitched sounds house cats make to solicit food may mimic the cries of a hungry human infant, making them particularly hard for humans to ignore.

Cats are known for their cleanliness, spending many hours licking their coats. If you have ever been licked by a cat, you have probably noticed that their tongues feel like sandpaper. Cats use their tongue to brush their fur and keep it smooth.

Owing to the close similarity between play and hunting, cats prefer to play with objects that resemble prey, such as small furry toys that move rapidly, but rapidly lose interest (they become habituated) in a toy they have played with before. Cats also tend to play with toys more when they are hungry.

The mechanism by which cats purr is elusive. The cat has no unique anatomical feature that is clearly responsible for the sound. However, felids of the Panthera genus (tiger, lion, jaguar and leopard) also produce sounds similar to purring, but only when exhaling.

Kittens purr to let their mother's know that everything is ok. Adult cats purr when they feel safe and happy. Cats can purr for a long period of time without stopping.

Cats have 4 four different meanings for "'meow'". If you listen carefully, you can hear that each meow is different: 1). I'm hungry!, 2). I want to go out!, 3). Help! and 4.) I want attention!

Cats will sometimes roll over on their backs when they see you. This is probably the friendliest thing a cat can do. It's his/her way of saying 'I trust you'.

Cats often press against you with their paws. Kittens get milk by nursing from their mother. They press against their mother with one paw and then the other. This is called "kneading". Kneading helps the mother cat give milk to the kittens. When adult cats knead with their paws, it reminds them of their mother when they were a kitten.

Do cats always land on their feet? Not always, but they have better balance than most animals. When cats spread out their back and front legs they fall more slowly, because their bodies act as a parachute. The tail can also help balance a cat.

Cats rub up against your leg to make you smell like a cat. The more you smell like them the more they like being around you. Also, they are letting other cats know that you are their own special friend. They are depositing their scent, or marking their territory, on you. A cat will rub its head or the side of its chin against you, the furniture, or any object. Cats have glands on their forehead, mouth and chin that produce pheromones and they transfer these onto objects.

Cats sometimes make mad dashes around the house. This is because they have pent-up energy that needs to be released. Instincts also make them want to hunt and run.

Catnip is a plant that cats love to smell. It is often stuffed in many cat toys and can be sprayed on their toys too. Why does catnip make cats act crazy? It is a response to the herb's chemical. Catnip produces feelings of ecstasy through the odour, not the taste.

Can you train a cat to do tricks? Cats are not like dogs, but they can understand many human words and commands. Many common tricks that cats can learn are retrieving a ball, ring the doorbell, or turn on a tap.

Are cats smart? In the animal kingdom, the cat's IQ is surpassed only by monkeys and chimps. Cats think and adapt to changing circumstances and learn by observation, imitation, and trial and error. Interestingly, cats seem to learn more quickly from their own mothers than from examples set by unrelated cats, but imitate humans. They have been shown to exhibit greater problem solving abilities than dogs. Tests conducted by the University of Michigan and the Department of Animal Behavior at the American Museum of Natural History have concluded that while canine memory lasts no more than 5 minutes, a cat's recall can last as long as 16 hours, exceeding even that of monkeys and orangutans.

Why do cats wag their tails from side to side? The tail moving from side to side in a gentle manner means contentment. If the cat is sitting quietly, she might be focused on something. Fast, whipping back and forth could be anger or annoyance. Tail wagging in between these descriptions could mean he or she's feeling indecisive.

Why do cats love boxes so much? When cats explore, one thing they are looking for is a potential hiding space. The experience of jumping and sliding into a box resonates with their instinct to find protected spaces out in the wild where they are able to see their environment without being seen.

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