[Happy Halloween]
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Monroe x GN!Reader
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Warnings: MDNI, Smut, Mostly Fluff, Soft Sex, Slight Rough Sex, Unprotected Sex, Penetrative Sex
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Summary: Celebrating a very Happy Halloween with your loving Blutbad boyfriend.
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“Monroe-?”
You awoke early to the sounds of shuffling downstairs, making your way down to see that his decorating frenzy for Halloween multiplied over night, there's spider webs and ghouls and goblins everywhere, you nearly trip on a pumpkin on your way down… All the while he's grinning like a kid on Christmas morning, sticking an adorable ghost shaped mug in your hand full of your favorite breakfast beverage.
“It's amazing, right? I found some more things in storage. Did you know that this decoration is close to 100 years old-”
As usual he goes off on a rambling spree as you watch him with loving eyes, giving you a free history lesson on all the decor within your shared living space, your soft smile lighting up his world like it always does. Little does he know the effect his endless enthusiasm has on you, cutting him off with a kiss, trailing your hand up his chest as you set your mug aside. He was surprised at first but quickly melts into it, pulling you into his arms, kiss breaking after only a moment.
“I love it… And I want to know all about it - later. Right now I want you.”
You certainly caught him off guard as it takes him a second to process, once he does though he's swiftly scooping you up off your feet and toting you upstairs, more than glad to feed the beast you woke up with this morning.
“If I knew it'd have this effect on you I would've brought out all my old history books.”
He teased slightly as he plopped you onto the bed, though you're well aware he's not actually kidding - he would in fact break out history books for foreplay if you were into it. Stripping one another of your clothes he climbs atop you, settling between your thighs and kissing down your neck, beard rubbing pleasantly at your skin in the process. In the heat of the moment he woges, lips meet yours and body shifting to slip inside you, pushing in carefully so you adjust - setting a nice and steady pace, a low little growl leaving him. He howls when you grab at his hair, feeling feral again for a brief moment as his hands dig into the bedding, picking up the pace just a bit. He rocks the whole bed as he makes love to you like an - for lack of a better word - animal, forehead meeting yours while buried deep. He goes until you both come undone, woge wearing off as he slowly slides out of you, flopping down at your side - sweaty and breathing heavy.
“Wow…”
“Just wow?”
“No such thing as ‘just wow’.”
He leans over and kisses your cheek before dragging himself out of bed, intent on running a bath so you two can get cleaned up for the day ahead.
“How about some pumpkin shaped pancakes this morning?”
He smiles over his shoulder at you, knowing your love of cutely shaped things, happy to see you light up.
“Are you kidding? That's perfect!”
“Happy Halloween, my love.”
“Happy Halloween, Monroe.”
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