Tooth and Claw

Divider by: DecomposedMaw

List of things that I will write and will not write, this will be updated as I think of more. This is across most fandoms, some exceptions will apply and will be clearly stated in anything I post.

Yes

NSFW

Angst

Hurt/comfort

Violence (fights)

Drug use

Most kinks (there are far too many out there to list all of them so I'll take them as I go)

LGBTQIA+ (ANY gender is fine with me! I usually try to stick to GN!Reader but if a request asks for it I can write others)

Character fake-out death

No

Harm to minors

Underage explicit content

Gore

Domestic abuse (detailed is a definite no as it makes me feel icky but I may be okay mentioning it in passing)

Active self harm (past SH may be okay but I have a history with SH so it's a touchy subject)

Character death.

My Hero Academia

Soft kisses with childhood friend Katsuki | GN!Reader (PG)

Dispatch

Hoodie - Inspired by; Hoodie by Hey Violet | Victor "Sonar" x GN!Reader (PG)

(Ask) Second Chances | Victor "Sonar" x Ex-GF!Reader (18+)

You pulled his hips up again to be level with yours. He keeps slipping down, his legs turning to jelly. You pulled away just enough to keep the head of your cock inside him palming his ass cheek. “Can I see what a mess you are Vic? Hold that hole open for me baby?” 

He whined and nodded, too fucked out to speak actual words. His shoulders flexed when he brought his hands back to his own cheeks to hold them apart for you. His claws digging into his own flesh, dimpling the skin and making a shock of pleasure rip up your spine. You pulled out of his ass with a wet pop. 

“Fuuuuuck babe, that's so fucking hot.” A steady stream of your cum dripped from his open hole as he was already almost overflowing from previous loads. “Think you can take one more for me? Be a good bat and take one more?” He eagerly nodded before you had even finished your sentence. 

“Y-yes wanna be good for you, wanna take one more. More of your cum please!” His excitement was so cute you almost swooned. Without warning you slammed back into him. “Goddamn you're so good for me Vic-” your next words punctuated with hard thrusts of your hips into his. “-so. Fucking. Good. For. Me.” 

He squeaked as you flipped him on his side, pulling one of his legs onto your shoulder. You angled your thrusts upward and you actually saw the thoughts leave his brain as you slammed into his prostate. You knew he was close, his ears doing that cute little flicking thing he always did before he came. 

“You close honey?” His eyes, half lidded, met yours as he nodded in desperation. You were almost there too. “Me to baby, almost there, cum together?” 

“Yes, yes please, wanna cum with you…” It only took a few more hard thrusts before you were growling low and emptying yourself inside him again, spurting against his prostate. His mouth opened in a silent scream before his cock painted both your stomachs with white. You lowered his leg, still inside him, laying at his back and spooning him. You smoothed your hands over his tummy fur absentmindedly while you both came down from your respective highs and caught your breath. Your softening cock slipped from his abused hole and you both felt all three of your loads gush from him to coat your thighs and his ass. 

“Ugh gross.” Victor flinched. “Sorry babe, I'll get something to clean you up with.” You disappeared briefly and Victor heard the water in the bath running before you returned to pick him up in a bridal carry. He leaned his head on your shoulder, closed his eyes and listened to you pad softly to the bathroom. 

~ 

Victor managed, after sitting motionless in the bath for twenty minutes, to clean himself up. He was pleasantly sore, the kind you were after a very very good fucking. He heard you shuffling things around through the open door as he dried off and wrapped the towel around himself. When Victor entered the bedroom you had the soft bedside lamp on and had stripped and remade the bed. A pair of underwear and soft sweatpants were laid at the foot of his side of the bed. His eyes filled with tears that threatened to spill when you looked up at him, smile falling as you rushed to him. 

“Are you okay baby?!” You held his arms gently and kissed his forehead. “Y-yeah, I'm okay. Just really really happy. I'm so lucky…” you breathed a sigh of relief and held his cheeks in your hands, pressing a kiss to his nose. You helped him get into his sleepwear and into bed before going to finish cleaning yourself. 

Victor felt the bed dip when you crawled in beside him, wrapping your arm around his middle. You sighed, content, into his neck fur. 

That night felt different. You couldn’t put your finger on what it was but something felt… off. He had gone to that seedy villain bar you hated, he always ended up coming home worse for wear after those nights. Your phone had been oddly quiet, he was usually blowing you up when he got high, too eager to try to sext you in the lead up to the actual act when he got home. You hadn’t heard from him in hours, those hours turned into the rest of the night and you couldn't help but worry. You tossed and turned all night waiting for the dreaded call that would tell you Victor was dead in some random back alley. 

When your phone did finally go off it was ten in the morning the next day. It was a text from him that just said;

| Vic <3: Omw back 

| Me: Where were you?!

| Me: I was so worried!

Read 10:13 am

He fucking left you on read! Are you actually kidding?!

~ 

The sound of his keys in your apartment door roused you from the couch and sent you running over to him. He looked like he had a long night, his eyes looked tired and his fur was mussed, sticking up in various different directions. He toed off his shoes and stumbled ever so slightly. You shot your hand out to catch him but he brushed you off without a word. He draped his jacket on the back of the couch on the way to the bathroom, shutting the door behind him and locking it. He never locked the door. Something was very wrong.

You took his jacket with the intention of hanging it up for him when something made you stop. The smell. Underneath the usual scent of cigarettes and booze was something unusual. Perfume. Not yours. He… he didn’t right? While you were worried out of your mind he was fucking someone else? No, you should wait and hear him out, maybe it’s a misunderstanding. Maybe he just had a woman hanging off of him before he told her to fuck off. You hung the jacket in the closet, just before you turned away you spotted something red. His left pocket was bulged out slightly. You stuck your hand in there only to come out with bright red lacy underwear. You dropped it immediately and fast-walked to the kitchen sink, washing your hands with blistering heat and enough roughness to scrape skin from your palms. Tears clouded your vision and your throat burned as you tried to hold them in. The feeling of arms surrounding your waist surprised you. 

“Hey babe, what's for dinner tonight? I was thinking of nachos.” 

His voice in your ear made you see red. Just like those underwear. Traitor. Cheater. Asshole. 

“Babe? What's wrong?”

“You… aren't dead.” You whispered.

“Last I checked no.” He chuckled.

“So why the FUCK were you gone all night?!”

He stumbled back a little when you suddenly twisted in his arms and pushed his chest. Hard. He looked confused for a minute before his face morphed into his normal smirk that you loved so much. Right now it just made you angry.

“I was at Mals, I was way too drunk to fly home and my phone died.”

You shook your head. 

“Yeah?! Are these Mals?!” You shoved past him to pick up the red lacy underwear on the front door mat between your pointer finger and thumb. You shoved them toward his face, tears finally falling. “You fucking her now?! I doubt that.”

His eyes widened. 

“Baby, I can explain, I swear!”

Your voice lowered dangerously as you gave him a death glare. You stepped forward and shoved the offending garments into his chest. 

“Get out. Take your garbage with you.”

~ Two months later ~

Two months. It had been two months and you missed Victor like he had left just yesterday. After you ended things with him you let him back in only to collect his things then you blocked his number. You stood now at the foot of your bed looking at one of his Harvard sweatshirts that you had stuffed in your closet. You debated just throwing it out rather than unblocking him and asking him to pick it up. You really didn’t know what happened to him. He could have finally gone to prison for all those scams he ran for all you know. The thought saddened you for a moment before you shook it off. You knew what you signed up for, you knew this was always a possibility. You just wanted to be wrong. 

~

March

Flowers. There were flowers on your desk. You set down your stuff on your chair and gently plucked the note from inside the nest of pure white lilies. 

‘You must be a private key, because without you, I’m worthless.’ 

It had to be him. Same crypto bro pickup lines that made you giggle when you first met him.

You tossed the flowers and the note in the garbage and continued your day. 

April

Another bouquet, this time beautiful pink geraniums, and another note.

‘Are you my crypto wallet? Because I want to keep you safe.’

You scoffed and crumpled the note but kept the flowers. Only because they were a favorite of yours.

May 

A cup of your favorite coffee from a small local cafe near your work. 

‘I don't normally chase people but for you I'd put my crocs in sport mode.’

You actually laughed this time, drawing a few amused looks from your co-workers. You drank the coffee and kept the cup on your desk for the rest of the day.

June

You were at home on your day off when a knock at your door caught your attention. You looked out the peephole only to see absolutely nothing. Opening your door cautiously you were met with a box of your favorite chocolates. Written on the box in bold black sharpie;

‘Are you a deadline? Because I feel a sudden rush to impress’ - Vic

This is the first time he had left his name on any of the notes despite knowing exactly who the gifts were from. You brought the box in and over the next couple of days you ate them all, propping the box on your living room bookshelf.

July

Victor had been steadily trying to impress you over the last four months. His pick up lines were stupid and cheesy but they made you smile. Sunday evening you ended up with his sweatshirt on your lap playing with the sleeves as you turned on the TV in your living room. 

“Breaking news! The mind control villain Blackout is rampaging through central Torrance. We urge everyone to stay inside as the Heros from the Z-team take on this monster.” 

The reporter was gesturing frantically behind her to the helicopter footage of the fight. Fires burned as the man, Blackout, controlled a horde of lesser villains burning their way through the city. A jumble of people were at the center, heroes and villains alike fighting for the upper hand. A red portal appeared in the middle of the street in front of the chaos and a shape came flying through that you didn’t think you’d see ever again. Sonar in megabat form, with Malevola on his back, shot forward with devastating speed. They tangled with Blackout in a flurry of claws, teeth and blades. Without realizing you leaned forward in your seat and gripped his sweatshirt tighter. The helicopter couldn’t see much through the smoke. The reporter's voice was drowned out by the rush of blood in your ears and your eyes filled with anxious tears. Please please let him be okay. 

Minutes passed, it felt like hours, your eyes never left the television. Slowly the smoke cleared and everyone was standing. Everyone but Victor. Melevola held his unconscious, hopefully not dead, form close. It looked like she was speaking to her teammates but you were already out the door. You didn’t live far from where the fight took place, with luck you could get there before emergency services took him to the hospital.

You’ve never run as fast as you did now. Tears streaked your now ash-covered cheeks as you vaulted over smouldering debris and ruined cars. You could see them, within your reach. Sonar was awake now, blood dripped from his head somewhere and stained his gray fur, his suit was torn and his signature tie was missing. He was standing on his own two feet beside Malevola while another one of his teammates, Flambe you think, is securing Blackout. 

“Victor!” 

Your voice cracked as you shouted his name desperately. He turned just in time for you to come barreling into him, arms wrapped tightly around his middle. He froze for a solid thirty seconds before his senses came back to him. He said your name disbelievingly and pressed you even tighter to himself. 

“What are you doing here?! Were you here the whole time? You could have gotten really hurt!”

You peeked up at him. 

“No Vic, I saw you on the news. I was really worried about you…”

He sighed softly and nuzzled his snout into your hair. You suddenly pulled away with a start. 

“Oh my god, are you hurt!” You squeaked, putting your hands on his cheeks and searching him for serious injuries. 

“Ah, maybe a few broken ribs and a minor concussion.” He shrugged, holding your hands to his face. 

You gaped at him and he laughed. 

“Don’t worry sweetheart. Mal can heal me, she already did most of the hard stuff and we were just waiting for her to heal before finishing me off.”

You genuinely forgot Malevola could heal others by taking on their injuries then healing herself. She nodded to you. 

“Hey girl, how’s it goin’? Good to see you again.”

You returned the sentiment as she finished healing Sonar. You didn’t let go of him the entire time. 

~

The next days were spent catching up with Victor. He started with an apology, then explained he was six months clean and counting. He also shared with you his short time in jail before he was recruited into the phoenix program. You unblocked his number and shared that his little gifts and pick-up lines over the last months were surprisingly effective. You forgave him after the third one. You knew he had changed, you could feel it. 

Saturday evening you were curled up with him on your couch watching a movie. Well you don’t think he was really paying attention. You had chosen a low cut top and paired it with your smallest shorts. You had also picked a special underwear set in preparation for this night. You knew he would be easy to rile up. He always was, he thought more with his dick then his head. You pushed the thought that that is exactly what caused your breakup to the back of your mind. You’d just have to be better and ruin all other women for him. 

Your thighs were on display having pushed the blanket off of you a few minutes ago. You swear you could see him drooling. You leaned heavily into his bicep that you had your arms wrapped around so the side of your clothed breast pressed to his skin. 

“You are making it really hard to be a gentleman babe” 

You looked up at him through your lashes. 

“Maybe I don’t want you to be.” 

That was all it took. His mouth was on yours in a second, tongue slipping between your lips to caress yours in a languid kiss. Movie forgotten he pulled you to straddle his lap, settling his hands on your waist where a sliver of your skin was showing. Your hands held his face and you moaned into his mouth. He pulled away to mouth at your neck being mindful of his fangs. 

“God Vic, I missed you.”

He chirped happily whilst nibbling on your neck's sensitive spot. You thought he was so fucking adorable when he made those happy bat noises. You ran your hands through his fur, caressing behind his ears, upwards and gently massaged the tips between your fingers. His full-body shivered in delight. You smiled, grinding ever so slightly down on his growing erection and he released your neck to let out the most pornographic moan you’ve ever heard. 

“Damn babe, you’re gonna drive me crazy.”

“Good.” You replied.

He slipped his hands up your back toward the clasp of your bra before you stopped him. He tilted his head at you, pearly eyes confused for a moment before you pulled up your shirt. 

“Got you a present.” You smiled and dropped your shirt to the floor. His face changed to absolute delight then to undeniable lust as he took in your new lacy underthings. 

“Shit baby. You're incredible. So beautiful.” 

He shoved his muzzle into the valley of your tits excitedly. Over his shoulder you got a good view of his tail going a mile a minute and giggled. 

“I have two more things to give you Vic.” You carded your fingers through his head fur.

“Oh?” 

You slipped off his lap, standing in front of him. You slipped your thumbs beneath the waist of your shorts and pulled them down, kicking them away with your foot before doing a twirl for him. He whistles low and makes grabby hands for you. 

“No, not yet, that's only one of two.” You scolded his Impatience. Honestly you were almost at your limit yourself, but you had plans. You took two steps forward then sank to your knees in front of him, sliding your hands up his thighs to the waistband of his sweats. You pulled his pants down, he lifted his hips to help you (he wasn't wearing underwear because of course he wasn't) and were greeted by a mouthwateringly thick dick. You gripped him gently and gave a few pumps from base to tip before swallowing half of him in one go. 

“Ohmygod!”

He jumbled out a moan. His head hit the back of the couch and his hands twined into your hair. Not pushing, never pushing, just holding you. Something to ground himself so he didn't immediately cum down your throat like a horny teenager. You hummed happily and started bobbing your head slowly. You missed him, you missed having him underneath you like this, at your mercy. Victor's hips twitched. You knew what he wanted. Sitting back on your heels you placed your hands in your lap and opened your mouth for him peering at him through your lashes. 

His mouth fell slack before scrambling up from the couch as fast as possible, taking his place in front of you, tapping his cock on your outstretched tongue. 

“Tell me what you want, sweetheart.”

You felt yourself gush, his low tone sending arousal straight to your pussy. 

“Please fuck my throat baby, need you Vic.”

Victor groaned before giving you exactly what you wanted. He bundled your hair into a loose ponytail and led your lips to his dick.

“Relax your mouth honey, I'm comin’ in.”

You almost giggled if he hadn't nestled his cock in your throat so nicely your brain stopped working. After the first few thrusts to get you acclimatized he set a brutal pace, fucking your mouth like it was the last thing he would ever do. You sat there like a good girl, jaw slack and throat willing to take everything he gave you. Spit dripped down your chin and disappeared in the valley of your breasts.

“So pretty for me, taking me so well babe, shit!”

He continued to use you for a few minutes, stopping every so often to let you breathe. 

“Fuck, we continue this I’ll cum. Wanna fuck your pussy baby, please?”

You pulled off of him. 

“Yes, yes please fuck me! Please Vic, I need you!”

There was movement, you were pushed against something cold, his hands were everywhere pulling your bra down freeing your breasts. He kneaded them. Kissed your neck and pulled your panties to the side, too rushed to even pull them down your legs. Fingers dug into your hips before he slid home. 

“Oh my goooood.” You sighed happily, feeling pleasantly full. Full of him. You felt every ridge of him dragging along your walls. He pressed so perfectly everywhere you needed him.

“You are so wet for me baby. Felt how easy I slid in?” His breath met the shell of your ear. “All for me hey?”

“Yes god Vic, all for you! Make me feel so fucking good.” You leaned the back of your head on his shoulder, his arm encircling your waist holding you tight to his body. One of your arms came back around his neck playing with the soft fur there. You whined when he ground into you this new angle providing the exact stimulation you needed. You were so so close. Just needed a little push to get you over that cliff edge. 

Victors claw tipped fingers met your soaking bundle of nerves and you fucking exploded. Slick spilled down your thighs soaking his hand, his cock and your floor in cum, he continues to fuck you though your orgasm. 

“Fuuuuck baby, came all over me. Look at yourself.” 

His hand briefly met your jaw to bring your gaze upward. Your glassy eyes met your own reflection when you looked up. Out your balcony door the dark backdrop of the city provides a beautiful canvas to witness your own undoing. And Vic's if his slack jaw and flash of red in his eyes is anything to go by.

“Think you’ve got one more for me?”

You only nodded weakly already feeling another peak rising, coiling tight in your stomach.

“Good girl. Hang on to me.”

You gripped the back of his neck, with both hands this time, as he lifted you. You squealed in surprise. His arms hooked underneath your legs and his arms met behind your neck in a full nelson hold. You let your arms fall slack. He had you and he was going to absolutely use you. Skin meeting skin, loud moans and heavy breathing filled your apartment.

“Watch.” He commanded.

Your eyes met his in the reflection of your sliding glass door. Fuck you looked wrecked. To be fair though, so did he. His ears flicked and twitched and his eyes were half lidded, he was close.

“Please Sonar, please fill me. M-mark me. Make sure ev-eryone knows who I belong to-o.”

“Fuuuuck…”

You using his alias seemed to do something to him. His eyes narrowed even more, his mouth opened and a sharp pain filled your senses mixing with the pleasure. It made for a potent cocktail of sensory overload. His fangs sunk into you, not far enough to really hurt you but enough to draw blood and push you back over that edge. Your scream and the tightening of your pussy sent him tumbling after you. You felt yourself trembling, milking his pulsing cock for everything it was worth as he spilled into you. 

After a minute or two of afterglow he released your neck and gently set you down, waiting for you to find your footing before sliding his dick out of you with an obscene ‘pop’. His cum mixes with yours coating the inside of your thighs. You slowly stretch out your back feeling a few satisfying cracks before groaning uncomfortably. 

“Ugh, sex is great but the clean up is going to be a pain in my ass.”

Victor chuckled behind you.

“I know something else that could be a pain in your ass babe.”

He ran off to the shower before you could turn to wallop him. 

~

After you two had cleaned up and somehow managed to keep your security deposit in one piece you invited him to stay the night. 

“I’ll order some food.” He said, already pulling his phone from between the couch cushions. 

Your keys jingled as you unlocked your small cafe. Your vision blurred slightly as you yawned, sleepy tears taking over. There was a shuffle behind you and you could see a smeared figure in the reflection of the glass door. Your cafe was located close to SDN and you always see dispatchers and heroes alike early in the morning before their shifts started for a caffeinated pick-me-up. 

"Hey, sorry I'll just have to start up the brewers and I'll get you your coffee." You apologized. The man said nothing. Okay rude. You were about to turn around and give the disrespectful worker a piece of your mind when your chastising died on your tongue. 

In front of you stood the reason for your tears, your happiness and who's hoodie you still wore even now when the sent had long since faded. 

"V-Victor?"

He stood in front of you more put together then you had ever seen him. A blue tailored suit jacket sat over his broad shoulders white shirt underneath with a sleek red tie around his neck. Black slacks and expensive looking dress shoes on his lower half. God, he looked good. He looked clean. 

He crooked his mouth at you in that stupidly cute half smile. 

"Hey"

His voice was smooth and not like you had heard it when he was strung out. 

"Victor, I thought you were in jail?" 

"Wow babe, two months you haven't seen me and jail is the first thing you ask about?" 

You blushed and buried your head into your hoodie. His hoodie. You know by his teasing tone that he wasn't actually mad at you. 

"That's my hoodie. You kept it." It wasn't a question. 

"Yes." 

"Did you miss me?"

You hesitated. Your head was screaming at you to say no. To get him out of your life forever. To rip off his stupid comforting hoodie and chuck it at his face. You've never been good at listening to reason. 

Your eyes welled with tears as you squeaked out "More than anything Vic..." 

His eyes softened and he opened his arms. 

"Come here" 

Your arms wrapped tightly around Victor and  you sobbed into his chest. He held you back just as tightly whispering your name into your hair shakily. You peeked up at him through his fur. 

"Why didn't you let me see you in jail?" 

His ears drooped and he looked away but didn't let you go. 

"I was ashamed. I was coming down from a lot of drugs and going through some rough withdrawals." 

You crooned his name and he looked back down at you. 

"You know I love you no matter what right?"

His eyes widened. 

"You... do?"

"Yes you silly bat, I always have!" You sighed, exasperated. 

"I... love you too"

He stooped down and slotted his mouth over yours, kissing you softly. Like you were the only two in the world, it wasn't six am and you both didn't have places to be. The kisses continued long after it was decent for public affection but you two couldn't care less, separated for far too long already.

He pulled away first with a dazed look in his milky white eyes. 

"I have to get to work."

You whined. 

"I know baby, how does dinner at mine sound tonight? We can discuss everything that's happened."

"I know you get overstimulated with all the noise Kats"

You and Bakugo had been very close as children being raised next to one another as neighbors. Your moms were friends and you frequently spent time around one another when they would visit. Afternoons after school were spent in Katsukis room playing with his toys and reading books. Dinners hosted every other night at someones home, gathering around the table in the dining room. You weren't afraid of his temper, matched it most of the time and knew when to call him on his bullshit posturing. He respected you for it and even kept his bullying of Izuku to a minimum, as much as he could that is. He still liked to pick on the green haired boy when he could get away with it.

"I do not" he protested. Reaching into the cabinet and bringing down the chocolate syrup. You just hummed and began portioning the syrup. Katsuki leaned against the counter with arms crossed and watched you silently. The cap was slightly sticky and syrup transferred to your fingers when you closed it. A devious thought crossed your mind and you smiled.

"What you smilin' for nerd?"

You giggled and reached up booping Katsuki on the nose and leaving a small dark chocolate fingerprint on the tip. He recoiled slightly scowling.

"Oi! What the hell?!" He shouted, rubbing furiously at his nose only succeeding in smearing it across his skin.

"Oh gosh you're so dramatic, it's just chocolate!" You snickered. Katsuki was silent for a minute and you knew that was bad news. Turning to look at him you were met with a sinister smile.

"Kats no! I'm sorry!" You turned quickly in an effort to get away when two strong arms wrapped around your waist and pulled you toward a warm chest.

"You asked for it nerd, don't start somethin' you know you can't finish." His words were a low breath against your ear. One arm disappeared from your side and you heard the fridge open then slam shut. Cold compressed whipped cream is suddenly sprayed along your cheek and you shriek.

"Ahh! Bakugo Katsuki! What the hell?!"

You try to push away from him but he just corrals you against the counter, your hips pressing uncomfortably hard to the cupboard.

"YOU STARTED IT!" He shouted. You say nothing in return instead answering him by rubbing your cheek against his.

"Haha! Did that backfire!?" You giggled. He spun you around in his arms, palms to the counter behind you.

"You're asking for it brat." He growled, so low you felt it vibrate between you.

"Oh?" You inquired, your voice sounding far more sultry then you meant. He seemed caught off guard for a moment then smirked. His gaze traveled from your eyes to your lips then back again red eyes catching the dim light of his kitchen. You could still hear the party muffled outside the kitchen doors and your face felt sticky with drying whip cream. At that moment none of that mattered. Just you and him, your childhood best friend, pressed close to one another with something electric between you. You couldn't deny that he had grown into a handsome man, jawline sharp and eyes even sharper. His body filled out nicely from his daily workouts with Kirishima and training his quirk at school.

Your name passed his lips in a wisp of breath far more quiet then you've ever heard him. You tilted your chin up ever so slightly, eyes glazing over with want.

"Kats..."

"Tell me what you want nerd." His low voice sent shivers up your spine. You hesitated. This wasn't a game, you two weren't playing chicken. This was heavy. This was real. You wanted him and you were ninety percent sure he wanted you too, but there was a sliver of you that screamed you were making a mistake. That you were ruining years of carefully built friendship and trust by wanting to press your lips to his. In the end you decided to do what he would have done in your place. Be brutally honest. With him and most importantly, with yourself.

"Kiss me Katsuki"

He wasted no time. His lips were on yours the moment you gave the go ahead, tongue meeting yours. His kiss was like him. Passionate. All teeth and hard presses. But underneath it all you felt it. Loved, cared for, cherished. In the way he ran his hands down your arms to grip your waist like you would disappear if he let you go. In the way he leaned into you like you were his rock. In the way his muscles loosened with relief like he had been strung tight with anxiety and you were a soothing balm.

You leaned back ever so slightly breaking your kiss to lean your forehead against his. His dusty blond strands tickled the tops of your cheeks and his breath puffed softly against your lips. You smiled, gently nuzzling him. For the first time in a long while, he smiled back. Quiet, kind, loving.