Im Stupid Ijust Realized They Probably Meant A Long Form, Yes I'll Make A Longer Edition, Way, Form ??

❤︎~Loverboy riley~❤︎

A true gentleman who puts your flowers in a vase as he holds down your little frame underneath his, pinning you down on the soft mattress.

Making your legs tremble and eyes water as he quickens his pace as if he's in a race to make you finish.

A loverboy at heart, making you see stars under the sun as you slowly unravel because of his touch

Your loverboy Riley who makes sure his cum stays inside your sweet cunt so you can finally make use of your big house

König was still getting used to office work; this wasn't his way of working. He would rather smack the shit out of someone instead of being sat in a desk for the whole day and dealing with paperwork.

Wearing a tie and suit wasn't his thing; he kind of missed the weight of the gear on his body and the uniform that was all sweaty and dirty by the end of the day.

But you, you make it less miserable. You were the one to make sure he was ready to go, his sweet wife that makes his life worth living and that he loves with all his heart.

You always enjoyed tying his tie before he went to work, and he always enjoyed watching you. It was so adorable seeing his sweet wife so focused, with your tongue peeking out of your lips and your brow furrowed (the way you tie isn't the greatest, but he won't tell you that; he loves you too much). And then giving him a little kiss before he goes to work.

Last night, he arrived late, and when he got home, you were already sleeping and dinner was cold. He had to heat it up in the microwave and eat without you, had to wash the dishes without you, had to shower without you, and just then, he could cuddle your warm, soft body. He wanted more; he was needier that night, but, maybe you had a bad day, were tired or something, he didn't want to wake you up, having to take care of himself alone in the bathroom. He never imagined he would ever do anything like that again after getting married, but, oh well, he doesn't want to bother his sweet wife, who was always so caring and loving.

In the morning, everything went as usual; you cooked him breakfast while he showered. Of course, he called you to help him with his tie, the innocent sweet thing you always did before saying goodbye. But he was restless, his leg shaking, breathing a little too heavily, and the hands on your waist a bit too tight.

Fuck it, you looked too irresistible helping him like that, looking too cute tying your husband's tie, tongue peeking out, eyebrows furrowed, hands slightly touching his chest.

All of a sudden, he picks you up and throws you in the bed, the bulge in his pants now looking a lot more obvious...

Let's just say you had to help him with his clothes again and that he was late to work.

I've seen so many posts about butcher Simon Riley so... Simon Riley who gives you the best meats whenever you come in. CW : rough sex, mentions of overstimulation, drooling.

Simon notices you immediately the first time you walk in. He completely disregards the ticket system that had been put in place so he could serve you. Causing a few people to groan in annoyance.

Simon ignored them, his brain honed in on your sweet smile and request for a chicken. Now usually, Simon would've nodded, and given you an average one.

"'course darlin'" is what he says instead, finding the best chicken he has in stock and wrapping it up for you. Even giving you a discount.

And after that, you keep coming back. Getting the highest quality meats of whatever you request.

Simon makes sure he's fully stocked with all the meats you buy most commonly. He couldn't bear to see the pout on your face for a second time (the first was enough for him to punch the next customer who gave him attitude, arrogant businessman).

You loved all the meats Simon gave you. You thought it was so kind of him to give you these high quality meats at such a low price.

Your favourite, though? Well it had to be Simons.

It just felt so fucking good as you choked on it, looking up at him with wet lashes, disgusting sounds filling the room that shot straight down to your clit.

But, it felt even better when your thighs were against your chest, the brute of a man above you and pounding into you, over and over and over. Each brush against your g-spot and kiss of his tip on your cervix had pathetic little mewls falling from your lips.

Not that Simon was any better, he was barely able to keep his eyes open to watch your tits bounce with every rough thrust forward, he was growling and drooling. His drool splattering onto your stomach every few seconds.

"S-Simon!" you squeak, your nails clawing at his shoulder blades, almost screaming as he finds a new angle to fuck into you at.

"Tha's it, f-fuck, so goo' lovie" Simon slurred, growling as you came on his cock.

Simon then grabbed you by your ass, hoisting you up and ignoring your yelp. He leaned back on his haunches, now kneeling, and he started thrusting up into you. He was so strong that he was practically bouncing you as you squirmed and whined in overstimulation.

Your body was limp. Dead weight. Yet it didn't deter Simon in the slightest. Before finally, you felt his hot seed spill into you.

So yeah, Simon definitely had the best meat.

⛧°. ⋆𓌹♰𓌺⋆. °⛧

Sorry for being inactive guys, im sick and my dog is really sick :( he is hospitalized, he has a liver poisoning, excessive itching, he's throwing up and having diarrhea, and i don't sleep it's been 2 days my nose is clogged and i look like a zombie i can't even walk straight my eyes are heavy and my appetite ain't the same

forgotten war god simon being woken up from his slumber when a lonely patron begged for any god to listen to her prayers for vengeance and protection as she watches her father's house be razed by the encroaching legion. the guttural plea and her fury brings him to her, and simon rages on - anything for his first, and his only, worshipper.

something something along the way, it is simon who spoils his only disciple, granting her godship and marking her as his. something something

work on your grammar and spelling

English is not my first language! I'm sorry for any confusion that my grammar or spelling mistakes can make, I'm Brazilian, i speak portuguese and english, a bit of spanish and currently working on learning italian!

CoyoteHybrid! Philip Graves x Cowhybrid!Reader

CW: noncon, both degrading kink and praise kink, you're dumb, stupid, no brains, only beauty, no protection, cumming inside, Graves is an asshole

Mhmnhm, farmer! John Price, punishing cow hybrid! reader for being a brat by making you sleep outside with the other cows, you weren't used to sleep in the grass, you were so much smaller than the other cow hybrids, you looking like a calf next to the big ladies, they were so much older, so much more experienced, these cow ladies have been around for so long they already know what to do and not to do, and one of the things to not do was don't trust the coyotes, they might sound sweet but they just want to take a bite out of you — you wasn't aware of that, the other cows might seem sweet and even motherly but you're too shy to approach them, so you just lay in the grass, thinking about how mad you are at your farmer and how you miss your warm bed.

When, all of a sudden, you hear some noises coming from the woods, it is dark; you can't see anything. The bell on your collar ringing as you went to check what that was about, your little ears fluttering and your tail moving curiously — you shouldn't, you know you shouldn't, but this will teach a lesson to Price! Maybe this way, he'll learn to not leave you alone (even if you were acting like a brat).

You clumsily jump over the fence, staining your nightgown in the process. You follow the noise, trying to be quiet, but the bell on your neck makes it harder. Unfortunately, you can't take it off; only Price has the key, that bastard! You swear to yourself you're going to bite him as hard as possible when you see him.

"Oh... What do we have here?" You jump in surprise, a voice coming out from behind you. From the dark, he appears. A coyote with light blonde fur and blue eyes, he was tall, with a body you could describe as athletic, his tail swinging with curiosity, his eyes wandering your body as if you are his next meal, and he had a scar on one of his cheek; you wonder why...

He gets closer, making you freeze. What should you do? Run??? You've never been in a situation like this; you don't know what to do. He puts his hands on your waist, pulling you closer. Your body shivers, your ears get flat on your head, and your tail goes between your legs.

He sniffs you... And then bites down hard on your neck, drawing blood. "Ah!" You yell out in pain and surprise, using all your strength to push him away. He falls to the ground, and your legs immediately start running.

You don't know where you're going; he knows this place much better than you do, and the fact this stupid bell is on doesn't help! His footsteps are getting closer and closer; he's much faster, and in a quick movement, he pins you down to the ground.

You squirm, trying to get away. "Help! Help!" "Shh, shh... I'm sorry, m'kay? Shh..." He puts his hand on your mouth, silencing you. Tears stream down your face. That's it; you're dead. You're so dead.

"Didn't mean to hurt you, cow. You just smell so good." He smirks. You try to fight back, kicking your legs, but that's easy for him to pin down back again. "You look so fuckin' delicious, I could eat you whole, sweetheart." He, basically, whines out that he was... drooling... like a starved dog.

"Your ears look so soft... I wonder what they taste like." He gets closer to your face and bites on one of your ears, making you squirm and cry. But, from that position, one of your arms and hands was free, and you took the opportunity to try and fight back, giving him a slap on the face. That makes him freeze, stop munching on your ear, and stare back at you... And smile. A twisted smile.

"A fighter, uh? You're so adorable, cow. Have no idea how happy this makes me." He starts... Humping on you. Stupid nightgown, why did it have to be so short?! He seems to be turned on by the slap, a masochist; no matter how much you bite, kick, or slap, that only makes him more aroused.

You can feel his hard cock through your thin panties. He stops for a moment and stares at you. "You know... I was going to eat you. But I won't... Do what I say, okay? Or else..." You nod frantically, just wanting to go back to the farm and apologize for being so disobedient.

He gets up and forces you to your knees, making you face-to-face with his bulge. "Have you ever sucked cock, cow?" A shy and scared no is what comes out of your lips. "You're going to now." He unzips his pants and his boxers.

His cock was long and thick, with veins all over it, precum leaking out of the tip. He pumps it a few times before getting it inside your mouth. "Hmm... So warm and wet... Come on, up and down." He moves your head alongside the 'up and down' command, teaching you how to do it. "No teeth. If I feel one tooth, you're dead."

Scared, you begin moving; it felt so weird! Stretching your lips and throat in a way you didn't know was possible, it was so big, filling all of your mouth. You try to stop for a moment to breathe, but he forces your head back onto his cock. "Don't stop."

Tears in your eyes, you keep moving. After a while, he starts groaning a bit more, and then a strange liquid fills your throat; he forces your head in place, making you drink all of his cum. "Oh, fuck..." he moans.

The second he lets you go, you're coughing, breathing for air. "W-what was that?!" "My milk... You produce milk too, right? That's my milk, men's milk." He jokes, saying it in a tone as if you were stupid.

"C-can I go now?" You ask, voice shaky and shy. "What? Of course not." He kneels down in front of you and pushes you down to the ground again, aggressively taking off your panties and putting his cock in without warning. "Ah! No, wait—" "Shut up!" He smacks your face.

It hurts, it burns, but it's so good. You're so wet and tight, pretty pussy, so good it was just waiting to be ruined by a man like him. "I don't want to see your stupid tears..." He frowns, groans and moves you to lay on your stomach.

His moves are nothing close to gentle; they are aggressive and fast, your bell making noise every time his dick slammed back into your pussy, he smirks, "That bell is so cute.. I like it." Then, he moves even faster, wanting to hear more and more of the bell.

He's treating you like a sex toy. "You're so tight... So wet... You're turned on by this, aren't you? Dirty cow." "N-no—" "Yes, you are. You like this, don't you? You love a big, mean coyote like me, taking you by force." He teases you, his thrusts hard and hurting.

"I'm going to fill you up so good, little cow... I want you screaming my name." "I-I don't-I-" He scoffs, "You don't know my name? It's Graves. Graves is the man that is fucking' you." He pulls your tail, making you squeak and squeeze your walls against him.

He smirks, pulling your tail even more, making you cry more. Everything about this hurts, hurts so good... "Scream my name, stupid cow." "Graves! G-graves— ah!" "Good fuckin' girl, so cockdrunk, uh? Stupid cow, pathetic."

His moves start getting more and more out of rhythm, and that same warm liquid you felt on your mouth is now filling your pussy. He stimulates your little bundle of nerves, making you cum and squeeze around him once more without any effort. Without any ceremony, he pulls his cock out of your pussy and dresses himself up. Leaving you there on the ground, tired, cum dripping out of you...

Maybe you shouldn't have disobeyed Price.

Stupid cow.

okay but delivery driver könig who’s always picked to do the large deliveries (appliances, furniture, bulk items) meeting you…

he’s at his favorite stop, an animal shelter where the nice old lady who’s in charge just tells him where to put the giant sacks of kibble, signs the release form, and quickly sends him on his way, except… linda had a dentist appointment today, and you were tasked with receiving the food. he usually hates chatty people, but when you start asking him random questions about his job as he’s unloading sack after sack of food into the storage closet, he finds himself answering, quietly, but answering all the same, for once. what really seals the deal is when you compliment him for being so strong, marveling at his arms (“wow, you could crush my head with those things!”), and now he’s ducking his head, pretending to check one of the feed bags for damage to hide the light dusting of a blush on his face, even though the black surgical mask he wears hides it pretty well…

needless to say, suddenly you’re very interested in taking over linda’s package duty and könig’s rushing through any other deliveries to have time to linger at the shelter, unloading each sack as s l o w as possible to talk with you for longer. <3

do yall fuck w cop!philip graves x naive reader? Being wanting to write some dark smut fanfics lately

an artist and his muse ⭑⚝²

pt1

artist! König x chubby!F!reader

!!content warnings: König is younger than canon, pistol mentioning, idk this is just fluff. Chubby reader. Extensive description of how to make a condensed milk cake. Maybe a bit out of character.

3,7k words — English isn't my first language, i apologize for any mistakes.

Since that day, you and König have been talking practically every day through the cellphone, König would often talk about his day and his new projects, sending you photos of the new paintings he was working on and recently, he started a new hobby: learn digital art. He would send you screenshots of his drawings, they were... Certainly something, it wasn't as great because he was used to work on a canvas with paint and such but, he was trying at least.

If he disappeared for 3-4 hours, you were sure he was just working on whatever his mind was thinking of, painting, digital art or even ceramic, yeah, he also started ceramic. He was trying to occupy his mind with something and it was obvious... You just didn't know he was trying to occupy his brain because you were everything in his mind.

König was having trouble painting because he couldn't focus on anything but you, his happiness was texting you everyday and looking at the selfies you send him anytime you were doing something mildly interesting, watching a movie, cooking, baking, oh god, baking, he could kill someone to taste those brownies you baked practically every weekend. He really wanted to ask you out on a date but he didn't have the guts to, you were such a pretty girl, who was he to think he had a chance with such a beautiful girl?

On your side... Well, it was the same. You were too shy to ask him out on a date, he was such a busy guy, he was painting and when he wasn't painting he was training his digital art and when he wasn't training he was doing ceramic, you didn't want to bother him. Your heart skips a beat every time he sends a photo of what he was working on, his face wasn't even on the photos but you were so in love it didn't even take too much to make you kick your feet and smile like a fool...

"Who are you talking to?" Suddenly, your father kicked you out of your thoughts, he was frowning and trying to peek on your phone as you were eating. You were already an adult but old habits never die to your father.

"M...my friend, his name is König." You reply, showing him the conversation, Anton takes a look and nods. "Your boyfriend?" He asks, you blushes slightly and shakes your head, "N-no, he's just a friend." You stutter. He gives you a look like 'yeah, sure' and then goes back to the living room, leaving you in the kitchen to finish your lunch.

You didn't have anything to do that day. You wanted to go out with your friends but they were all busy, you didn't have a photoshoot today, no modeling or something, so you would just enjoy the day, just being lazy... So you decided to bake a cake! Why not?

You looked for a recipe on the internet and found one you found interesting, 'Condensed Milk Cake'... Hmm, sounds good! And you have all the ingredients, luckily.

You grab the apron that was probably too old for its own good and protect your hair and start making the cake, it was therapeutic. In a large bowl, you pour the condensed milk, whisk in butter and the vanilla extract, over the bowl, sift four and the baking powder over the condenser milk mixture. After that, you grab the rice cooker, grease the interior with butter and pour in the batter, spreading it evenly in the rice cooker, you decide to top with some chocolate chips, put the cover on and cook for 20 minutes. After waiting, you pick a toothpick and poke the cake, it comes out clean so it means it is ready! You place a plate on top of the rice cooker pot and carefully invert. The scent of vanilla and condensed milk infested the kitchen. It was so good, you were proud of yourself, it looked delicious!

Your father walks in the kitchen, "What are you doing?" He asks, frowning slightly before he sees the cake, "Oooh, it looks good. Gimme a slice." He picks a knife and goes to cut the cake but oh no, your father didn't have the reputation of being the best cake cutter.

"Waaaaait!" You shouts, trying to stop him but your father was a man on a mission. He cuts a huge part out of the cake and walks away, you can practically see the evil smile on his face as he goes to his room, leaving you with less than a half of the cake... Goddamnit.

You sigh and decide to take a photo of the... Half cake you have, you grab your phone and try to get the best angle of it but yeah, a cake cut in half wasn't the most aesthetically pleasing thing ever.

Eating a slice of the cake while watching something was a pleasing experience at least, watching some old humoristic sitcom your father had on DVD since the 90s that he refused to get rid of was nice at best. You hear a notification coming from your phone and check it... It was König!

'Hallo, are you free tonight? I would be pleased to have dinner with you.'

You found it amusing how he always wrote it grammatically correctly, you could've never, sometimes you just forget how to write some words.

'Yeah, I'm free! Where do u wanna meet?'

'Meet me at the park, I am going to take you to the restaurant from there, at 7pm. Don't be late.'

You smile, he was always so assertive and direct sometimes, it was nice though, at least he wasn't confused about what he wanted and treated you well.

You start getting ready at 5pm, showering, doing your makeup, choosing the best clothing, fixing your hair, airdrying it and, oh god it's already 6:56pm! You run out of the house, forgetting to bring your lip oil.

You go to the park and look around for König, it was 7:04pm. You feel a cold hand on your shoulder, looking over your shoulder...

"Oh, hi Kö! How are you?" It was König! He didn't seem mad at you, good. He smiles and gives you a little pat on the head.

"I'm fine. Let's go to my car." Simple as ever. He takes your hand and leads you to the car, opening the car door for you. You two make small talk in the car on the way to the restaurant. He was wearing some nice clothes, a white button shirt that was rolled up to his elbow, black tailored pants with a belt and black shoes. It was minimalistic and he looked good on it. You could see some scars on his arms, that was interesting, maybe he wasn't always an artist.

The restaurant was nice, had a warm atmosphere and some relaxing jazz music playing. You order some alfredo pasta and chicken with some orange juice, he orders steak with onion, rice, salad, some rustic potatoes and... You lost track of the list after that, he was a bottomless pit. Oh, he ordered some apple juice for himself too.

"So, what do you like to do in your free time? When you're not doing paintings and such." You were the one to start the conversation, noticing that Konig was more of the quiet type and that, depending on him, the date would be mostly silence and eating.

"I enjoy... Uh... I enjoy television shows, I watch it when I'm... I'm not doing art..." He stuttered, not looking at you directly, you noticed that he was very nervous, his hands shaking, it was very different from the man you met before. Maybe you were starting to get under his shell.

Your soft smiles didn't help much. His mind was going a mile a second, his hand shaking and his body couldn't relax, he felt like everyone was staring at him, why wouldn't they? He's on a date with a cute girl while he looks like this giant freak, you probably don't even like him, you're just with him because you pity him youcangetsometingbetterthanhimyou—

"König?" Your soft voice slaps him out of his trance, his eyes focusing on your worried expression, "Are you okay? You seem... I don't know—" "I'm fine." He cuts you off, his hands still fidgeting underneath the table.

You were a bit confused and even a little shocked. He was so serious, confident before and now he's shaking like a wet cat. Well, he's trying to hide it but it's obvious, someone his size can't hide. You decide it's best to let him relax, stay silent for a while, let him recompose.

Well... His brain was going miles an hour, waiting for YOU to say something, to talk about something YOU like, maybe you could even forget he's there and just ramble away his anxiety... But that doesn't happen. He's waiting for you to talk and you're waiting for him to speak. Both so awkward, his anxious behavior getting into you, where you are scaring him? Why? What have you done? Did you do something that made him uncomfortable? Doeshenotlikeyouanymore-

Then, the waiter arrives after what felt not even a second, you swear you had just ordered not even 10 minutes ago. The waiter places your order in front of him and two of König's extensive list of food, the potatoes and the beef. The orange juice being placed in the middle for the both of you.

He awkwardly starts cutting his beef, the cutlery was so small in his hands that it made a task as simple as cutting a steak difficult. You eat your pasta, staring at nowhere as your mind is non stop thinking that you did something wrong. You both reached for the orange juice glass, his fingers touching yours before he flinched his hand away, just reassuring that he was scared of you on your worried brain.

The rest of the date was... Not cozy, just two looked like two pathetic wet cats that didn't know where their mama went and was scared of the world. He pays for everything, even if you insisted that you had money. You two step out of the restaurant, some significant distance from each other, and just... Staying there, waiting for the one another to say something.

"Look-" "I'm sorry-" You two speak up at the same time, eyes meeting in an anxious atmosphere, silence remains for a few seconds. "Hear-" "I apologize-" Interrupting one another again, the atmosphere getting tenser and tenser, you both take a deep breath, taking a step closer to each other. He let you talk first.

"I'm sorry, I'm not aware of what I did but I apologize for making you uncomfortable." You speak up, playing with the hem of your clothes as you try to sound not nervous.

He frowns slightly before sighing and nodding, "I'm the problem. You're not the problem, I've always been this... Social awkward, since I was a teenager. It's not your fault." He reassures, taking a step closer... Closer... Closer until he's right in front of you. He looks at you... "It's going to snow, you should go home." Before he lifts your chin and gives you a forehead kiss...

Then he turns around and walks away, you don't know that but he's panicking inside, his hands shaking and his heart beating like a drum, his face red as a tomato... That man saw you naked and is flustered because he gave you a forehead kiss! Men...

Well, you were blushing too, your mouth opened slightly in shock... The snow starts to fall, the cold feeling makes you feel even hotter inside, it has just started. You didn't know what to do so you do the same as him, you turn around and walk home... No, you can't do that. You stop in your tracks, turn back and start running towards him.

"König!" You shouts, making him stop and turn to see you. You don't know what you're doing and why but you feel like you need to do this. You reach him, panting, you weren't used to exercising. "I'm- I'm-" "You don't need to be sorry, it's okay." He cuts you off.

"No, that's not it, I-i... I-" You look up at him and you just... Can't finish your phrase, he's so handsome your heart beats and your brain stops.

He smiles softly and ruffles your already messy hair, "You shouldn't stay outside, you're gonna catch a cold... Wanna go to my place?" He speaks up, and honestly, he's being too damn bold, his heart feels like it's gonna explode out of his chest, he's trying to keep this cool guy persona but... That's not him.

You definitely didn't want to freeze outside so... "Y-yeah, sure." You nod. He takes your hand and starts walking to his car. This all feels too... Unbelievable... Damn, you're going to a guy's house after the first date? What are you? You silently judge yourself but König isn't like other guys... You hope.

The car ride back to his place was silent, some random song in German playing on the radio. His car was fine, definitely not the best or the most expensive but also not the cheapest, it was a nice car that had the necessary to live. When arriving at his place, the snow was already filling the streets with its soft whiteness, he opens the door and gets inside after you. The place was... Nice? It was a bit messy but it was comfortable.

"Make yourself at home. The TV has a little sound problem but nothing that will bother you, I'm going to take a shower, there's a few snacks in the drawers in the kitchen if you feel hungry." He welcomes you, giving you a faint smile before going to his bedroom.

You look around... Should you explore? Yeah, why not? As soon as the shower starts, you begin to wander around the house. The drawers were filled with snacks and the fridge with water, milk and egg... Nothing else. How did this man lived? Whatever. You go to the living room and turns on the TV, putting on your favorite show, yeah, the sound definitely has a problem but your ears would probably get used to it, it was some sort of faint static it could be heard on the background but whatever. As you wander through the house, the drawer closes to the door catches your eye, you open it and... A pistol and a dog tag. Your eyes widen slightly but then you frown, you take the dog tag and before you can read anything in it, a hand rips the dog tag from yours, your heart falls, your face going pale.

You gulped and looked at König, his face was dark, his eyes filled with disappointment, your eyes immediately went back to the drawer, not wanting to look at him, your hands shaking. He sighs and throws the dog tag back in the drawer and closes it. "Forgot to lock it."

You two stay silent for a while, before you murmur an "Sorry." Nervously. He shakes his head, "Don't be. It's okay to be curious... Just don't do it again." His voice was deep and dark, like if he was giving an order...

"... I'm gonna order some pizza. We can watch a movie, c'mon." He tries to sound more excited as he pulls you by the waist, leading you to the couch. You were still shocked, but trying to relax as you do breathing exercises. He tried to make small talk but you were still thinking about the pistol and the dog tag...

The pizza arrives not long after, he picks it up and goes back to the couch, placing the pizza on top of the living room mini table and putting on some movie on Netflix.

The silence was uncomfortable, the pizza munching sounds not helping. After half an hour, he pauses the movie and looks at you. "I have to explain something to you." He says in a serious tone. You look back at him and gulps, nodding.

He takes a deep breath, "I used to be a soldier, a lieutenant. I was in the army from 17 to 29, almost 30. I retired earlier because of my mental health, it was killing me from the inside." He puts his hand on his chest, "I had no choice. I've done a lot of things that shouldn't have been done and I regret it with my heart."

"You're... A war criminal...?" You ask, the tone quiet and uncertain. He shakes his head, "No... No, not that I'm aware at least." He chuckles nervously, looking away, "I've... Killed a lot of men. My hands are filled with blood... But I've never wanted it, I never wanted to be a soldier, to kill people. I've always loved art, and I'm doing what I want, what I love now and I can't escape my past, it doesn't matter where I go. My soldier self is part of me, I can't get away from it." He vents, his tone getting sadder and more self aware.

You nod, taking a breath and sighing, "I don't know how it feels, how it is to have such a hard backstory... Are you in therapy at least?" You ask and he nods, "I take meds.. I don't want to talk about it."

Nodding, you sigh, "I understand... I'm sorry for sneaking in your things, I shouldn't have done that." You clench your fists and look at your lap, feeling trapped, disappointed at yourself... Until, he takes your chin and lifts your face to look at him. "It's okay." He says, softer, making your heart beat faster. He gets closer... Closer... Closer, until your lips touch his. You immediately kissed him back, wrapping your arms around his neck. He smiles on the kiss and takes you closer by your waist until your legs are on his lap. The kiss is soft, like a make-up kiss, warm.

You were the one to break the kiss, your eyes meeting his... And he panics, "Oh verdammt— es tut mir leid— I'm sorry, you're just so pretty and I'm so awkward, I'm-" He freaks out, immediately taking his hands out of your waist. You smile and giggle.

"It's okay, I liked it." You take him by the cheek, making him look at you. "You- you did?" He asks, not believing you. You nod and smile, "Yeah." "Y-yeah?" "Hell yeah!" You giggles and kisses him, you taking the lead now. This one was much more playful than intense as the last one, you break the kiss a few times because you were giggling and he starts giggling too. He pulls you closer as he lays down on the couch, you getting on top of him. You two start laughing, apparently for no reason at all.

After relaxing, you two just cuddled, he was warm and you even warmer due to your weight. It was comfortable and the closeness was making the heart of the both of you relax. Him giving you forehead kisses from time to time. "Hey... You wanna sleep here?" He asks and you nod, "Sure, why not."

The night falls and you were used to showering before sleeping and you definitely needed one... But you had no clothes to wear! He was okay with sharing the bed with you and you didn't want to smell bad. So you asked for some of his clothes, he at first laughed but then gave you a shirt and some boxers.

For some reason, the water of his shower was freezing cold and had no heating option, so poor you. His shirt was bigger than your, that was rare, that never happened with your exes, it was nice to now have someone that was bigger than you, it makes your heart warm... and the boxers a bit loose but fitted better than the shirt, you put your hair on a bun with a satin scrunchie and go to lay with him. The heater was on so that was nice. "Goodnight." You tell him before he turns off the lights and lays next to him.

..."Can we cuddle? You're warm and I like your weight on top of me..." He asks a bit shyly, your heart beating faster. You look at him and nod, snuggling closer to him, he pulls you closer, getting you slightly on top of him. "Goodnight." "Night..." And you both fall asleep.

When you woke up he was already up. You stretch and yawn, going to the kitchen after fixing your hair (or trying) and he was already there, eating his breakfast. His eyes light up as he sees you, "Morning. I made breakfast! Eat!" He says, sounding excited. You smile and join him, it wasn't the best but it was good enough.

You two spend the afternoon together, watching movies, chatting, playing in the snow. At night, you were ready to go home. He drives you to your place, and in the door, he kisses you goodbye.

You get in the house, very happily, smiling widely and your father notices, he smirks. "Just a friend, uh?" He teases and you chuckle. "Boyfriend now, dad." You correct him playfully and he rolls his eyes.

"I knew it.”

Sorry, this took too long!! I was in a creativity block and didn't know what to do but i hope this is fun to read!!! Love yall, stay safe, xoxo from Kel. Feel free to send me asks!