It hurts so much. Like the guilt Hunter and Wrecker have to feel after that. Please can just somebody write something comforting. Like comfort each other after what happened. I need to cuddle my big boy so bad! He just looked so devasteted.
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there is something extremely cruel in being a hopeless romantic aromantic.
I long for connection not for the status of a girlfriend or boyfriend. I want tenderness and the freedom of vulnerability, not a golden band around my fingers.
I want sweet cuddles, like a cat sitting on his owner lap.
I want Love but i don't want THAT love. I want to be important for someone like they are important to me, and fo us to hold each other through thick and thin.
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have to sleep apart from my girlfriend for the first time since april and i’m NOT OKAY
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I think hearing the heartbeat of the person you love is one of the nicest sounds there is.
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Pangur scratched the baby (shallow, not serious) and at this point I'm all for it. he's too rambunctious about pouncing on her to play. 100% against corporal punishment for humans, but amongst cats..... well, young man, perhaps you should experience the consequences of your actions >:( you've been alive for a few months now, grow up. get a job.
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So Simon Riley is THE strict daddy dom and he flourishes in that role. There’s no one made for it quite like him.
But our baby is traumatized, folks.
He’s seen things that no one would ever want to have seen. And that leaves scars. And with how he treats you in the bedroom (with your enthusiastic consent) sometimes his feelings will come forward in an unexpected way.
You were both breathing heavily, coming down from an intense session, neither of you able to move quite yet in order to get cleaned up.
After a minute you were once more in your body and you look over to Simon to check in. He’s normally up before you, getting the washcloth, holding a cup of water for you to drink, soft touches brushing over any lingering marks, sweet words being murmured.
To your surprise he’s still in the same position, breath continuing slightly too fast to be normal. Simon? Hesitantly, your hand stretches across the bed to rest your fingertips on his wrist, your touch as soft as possible.
You know for sure something is wrong when he pulls back from your touch, as if ashamed.
Simon, sweetheart, is everything okay? When there’s no response you switch tactics. Scooting as close as you dared while still not touching him, you begin to talk.
‘You did so great for me baby and no one is mad at you. You were absolutely perfect.’ ‘You made me feel so good and gave me exactly what i wanted.’ ‘You’re so good to me sweetheart. You’re SO good.’ ‘Can i touch you?’
When he finally nods, his breathing becoming steadier as you ramble soothing affirmations, you don’t waste any time before placing your hand gently on his wrist. You start stoking back and forth, dragging your fingers and palm along his forearm.
There we go, love. Everything is gonna be okay. I loved every part of that and i love every part of you okay?
When he finally moves its to pull you to his chest, your face tucked into his shoulder before he rolls over you, cocooning you in his arms, sandwiched between his body and the bed. His arms tighten around you before he lets out a shaky breath and settles in for the next little bit, still focusing on your soothing words and your hands stroking his back softly.
He’s so strong for you, all the time. And every once in a while you get to be strong for him, too.
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My birthday is in 2 weeks and the one thing I desperately want I cannot have and that really kills me.
Being broke sucks but being so far from the people I hold close is even harder.
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