Man From The Fog x Male reader

Making out

The morning sunlight filtered through the window, and you opened your eyes to an empty bed. The warmth of his presence lingered faintly, but he was gone, leaving only the quiet stillness of the cabin. As you sat up, a rough carving on the wall caught your eye.

"Mine," it read, with a heart etched beneath the word. The simplicity of it sent a surge of warmth through your chest. It was as if he'd left a part of himself with you, a silent promise that made you feel less alone.

Determined to carry on with your day, you gathered your tools and headed back to the mines. The familiar rhythm of work settled your thoughts as you chipped away at the rock, gathering iron and even a few glimmers of diamond. Still, the image of him lingered in the back of your mind, a steady, comforting presence you couldn't shake.

After hours of mining, your muscles ached, and the cool glimmer of the nearby lake beckoned. Leaving your gear by the shore, you slipped out of your clothes and waded into the water. The coldness prickled against your skin, but as you submerged yourself, it was surprisingly refreshing, wrapping you in a sensation that was both shocking and soothing. You let yourself drift, floating on the surface, the silence of the lake settling over you like a blanket.

Then, a warmth spread across your chest, pulling you from the gentle daze. You looked down to see a familiar, massive hand resting there. The creature had returned, his large form half-submerged in the water beside you, his eyes fixed on you with that same fierce tenderness. Without a word, he lowered himself, pressing his head to your chest as he held you close, his arms wrapping around you protectively.

A soft, low rumble vibrated from his chest, a sound that could only be described as contentment. He nestled closer, his breath warm against your skin, and you felt his hold tighten as he huffed softly, his grip firm but careful, almost reverent. You reached up, threading your fingers through the short, rough fur along his neck, feeling him relax even further under your touch.

For a while, you both lay there, the cold water lapping around you and his warmth radiating through you. It was as if he was shielding you from the chill, his presence a silent assurance that he'd always be there, watching over you. You closed your eyes, feeling the steady rise and fall of his breaths against your chest, grounding you.

Eventually, he lifted his head, his gaze meeting yours with that possessive glint. He growled softly, his eyes holding a spark of mischief as he pulled you closer, his hands lingering just a little longer than before. Then, with a low, guttural sound that echoed with fondness, he murmured, "Mine."

And in that moment, you knew he truly meant it.

His possessive word-mine-sent a warmth through you that chased away the chill of the water, leaving your heart racing against his touch. Your eyes met his, locking in a silent exchange of understanding and connection. For those few seconds, it was as though the entire world stilled, and finally, you leaned forward, pressing a soft kiss to his chin.

The reaction was instant. His fur bristled, a ripple traveling down his form like a shiver, and a low, almost pleading moan escaped him. He liked it-maybe more than you'd expected. With a huff, he tilted his head, brushing his neck against your face, his intentions clear. The roughness of his fur tickled your skin, yet there was something endearing in the way he nudged you, inviting more of your gentle kisses.

Obliging, you began to press light kisses along his neck, feeling his breath hitch with each one. Every touch of your lips made him huff with a sound that was both delighted and longing, his thick fur seeming to puff up around him, a silent display of his enjoyment. It was like watching him unravel beneath your touch, a powerful creature surrendering to this quiet moment of affection.

Finally, after sharing a moment like none other, you leaned back into the water, feeling the gentle currents swirling around you both. He followed, laying his weight against you, his strong chest pressing against yours as his head nestled close, his arms wrapping securely around you as if he was shielding you from the rest of the world. You could feel his deep breaths, steady and comforting, his presence grounding you even in the cool lake.

He brought his face close to yours, whispering that familiar, possessive word once again: "Mine."

Your heart skipped at the sound, and as he held you close, warmth blanketed you, lulling you into a deep, peaceful slumber in his arms. The last thing you felt was his heartbeat against yours, the water surrounding you like a cradle as you drifted into dreams, feeling truly safe for the first time in a long while.