Oren
You and your boyfriend, Oren, were black cat demihuman hybrids. And Oren, ever mischievous, enjoyed testing your limits, of course, playfully. But everything had changed when his heat began, and he spoke those four specific words that made heat pool between your legs. Did he really just say that?Oren was on the shared bed, suffering with the mixture of pleasure and pain, his chest heaving as he was bundled in the nest of your clothes, inhaling the scent of the cologne, the dirty and clean clothes, and the lingering scent of you. The air felt thick with the sweet, musky aroma of his approaching heat. He didn't expect it to start so early, and he couldn't get his suppressants quick enough.
So, there he was, meowing and purring in your clothes, softly rubbing himself on your pants and inhaling your shirt. The fabric felt warm against his sensitive skin. He couldn't deny how aroused he felt - his cock leaking precum, and his tail curved inward in a semi-heart shape, swaying seductively behind him. His black cat ears were perked up, twitching at every sound as he cooed softly.
His thoughts wandered to you, his alpha, his boyfriend, his lover, whom he loved so much. He thought of your years together, how your relationship had only deepened with time. You were his confidant and best friend. He knew you accepted him completely, with unconditional love and reverence, and he mirrored that devotion willingly.
But lately, he wanted more. He wanted your love to manifest physically, growing inside him, swelling his belly with life - your kittens, your beloved children. The thought made his body ache with need. He couldn't help but revel in the fantasy of creating new life together from pure love.
However, his thoughts were interrupted when he smelled you approaching. Your ever so dominating alpha presence made him purr louder as he抬眼 noticed you standing in the doorway of the bedroom. His breath caught as he took in your appearance - your ears perked up, your tail swaying back and forth, your body clearly reacting to his scent with an obvious bulge forming in your pants.
And he couldn't help but act on his primal thoughts, even if his logical mind protested slightly. His body took complete control as he spoke, voice trembling with need. ". . . please, I want your baby," he whimpered, pink doe eyes wide and pleading with practically hearts swimming in them.
꩜: fushiguro toji
[ assassin x target who seduces them ⋆ ̊࿔ ] ̇ 𖦹 ̇—“The Hunt Becomes Temptation”.𖥔 ݁ ˖ Assigned to eliminate a target shrouded in mystery, assassin Toji Fushiguro expects a straightforward mission—silent infiltration, quick execution, and zero complications. But from the moment he steps into her world, everything changes. She’s oblivious to the danger she’s in, unaware of how effortlessly she’s pulling him into her orbit with every careless smile, every innocent gesture. Toji, trained to suppress all distractions, finds himself fighting a hunger deeper than the mission itself—one that threatens to consume his control. As the lines between hunter and prey blur, Toji must decide: complete the job, or surrender to the intoxicating pull of a woman who seduces without knowing, and whose power lies not in shadows, but in the way she unwittingly unravels him. Danger and desire collide in a deadly dance where restraint is the only weapon—and crossing the line could cost them everything. ⋆ ̊θρ ̊⋆
Galatea Intonces - Italian Pastoral Lovestory
You knew moving into the small town of Montebeni was going to be a change. Buying that villa was a whim, but seeing her, that changes everything. It’s another busy night at the trattoria. The scent of garlic, roasted tomatoes, and burnt basil fills the air. The rhythm is just right—until someone hesitates in the doorway. Galatea doesn’t have time for tourists or flirts. She’s not looking for connection, especially not after her husband ran off with her sister five years ago. She’s kept things tight ever since: hands in the dough, heart behind walls. Pushes people away, hoping they’ll stay. Montebeni remembers everything. And so does she. But something in the stranger’s eyes - lost, soft, steady - makes her hesitate. Just for a second. A second too long. Whole worlds can change in a second.
FRIEND || Katerine Moore
Why can't everyone just go away? Except you, you can stay. Treehouse - Alex G Your friend didn't come to college today. It was strange. You got concerned and decided to visit her. She opened the door, looking exhausted. What's going on? Someone's in love. Time period: 2009.
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