#Saint kitten fluff

[darlingsfandom]

can you please do one with our queen kitten braden maybe reader is having her baby ❤️ and we follow them through the pregnancy

She is a queen and I love her so much 🥺 this is a cute request! I’m excited !

I’m sorry I couldn’t find a gif ): I hunted for one for awhile ):

This 97% fluff! 3%smut! Not proofread !

Tw: talks of birth , mentions of characters from the movie.

I couldn’t think of the name for that baby! So you get to name the baby (:

“Oh for fucks sake!” You rolled your eyes as you pushed yourself off the bed to waddle your way into the bathroom.

“If it helps, you have a cute waddle !” Kitten followed you to the bathroom and leaned on the door frame with a smile plastered on her face.

“It doesn’t !” You snapped before your eyes started to water. “I’m sorry honey, I didn’t mean that.” Kitten walked over to you and sat on the edge of the tub before she placed her thumbs on her cheeks and wiped away your tears.

“I know you didn’t , I know it’s not easy and I’m not going anywhere.” She kissed you softly on the lips before standing up to help you onto your feet. “Do you need help wiping ?” She handed you the tissue.

“Kitten…” you took the tissue from her and playfully rolled your eyes before cleaning yourself up.

“What? I’m just trying to help you.” You shook your head as you cleaned up, washed your hands and splashed some water at her making her gasp . She chased after you until you were on the bed. Kitten climbed into bed with you and pinned you down before covering your face in kisses making you giggle.

Never in your life did you think you’d become a mother and let alone with your best friend. Kitten and you met when you were fifteen and she was seventeen, both of you got called into the principals office for different reasons that day. She explained how she wrote about something sexual but added some humor to it so it wouldn’t be that bad. You on the other hand were in the office for telling your teacher to fuck off and that people can wear what they please, little did Kitten know she was the reason. You had followed kitten around for the rest of the school year doing each others make up, you’d do her nails for her and she’d help you sow but when she was about to actually you took it upon yourself to follow her! Through thick and thin you stayed , even when you told her to stay away from Billy? Maybe it was Bobby? It didn’t matter, you were there to pick up the pieces.

And now here the two of you stand. Three years down the road laying in bed being covered in kisses as you had her child growing inside of you, well you helped make the little pain in the ass right now too. You also had taken her last name along with the pretty ring on your finger. Life had its ups and downs but it all ended up here.

“My pretty girl!” Kitten sat up on her knees as you laid on your elbows.

“You think I’m pretty?”

“I know you’re pretty!” Kitten poked your nose as she grabbed your maternity pants and helped you get them on.

“How can you think I’m pretty ! I’m huge!” You patted your stomach making her furrow her eyebrows together.

“You’re having our baby! What’s more beautiful than that hmm? Our little baby is going to the most precious thing to exist .” Kitten pulled you onto your swollen feet. You whined making her pout. She wrapped her arms around you before walking you back to the bathroom. You stood in front of the mirror before you focused on how she had started brushing your hair gently.

“How do you put up with me like this ? I’m a big mess of emotions and gas ! Oh my god! It’s embarrassing! How can you handle that part! And all my weird cravings ?? Why haven’t you left me?” You blabbered on making Kitten stop brushing your hair so she could place her hands on your shoulders to look into her eyes.

“I’m not leaving! I am your wife, thick and thin! Your emotions are getting to you okay. I’m excited to have a little family with you. Our family! We can start something new where it’s real love, we can raise our baby in the safe home neither of us had. Just because you’re gassy and five months pregnant doesn’t mean you’re ugly! It doesn’t mean I don’t love you! You’re not going to gross me out, scare me away. I made a promise that I was always going to love you and I’m keeping that promise.” Kitten kissed your head before she wiped away your tears along with some snot that dribbled down your nose with some tissue.

From that point forward Kitten wouldn’t let you lift a finger. The way she catered to you made you feel special , well even more special since she had always taken care of you in every way possible.

“Are you sure you want just polka dots? That’s kind of boring.” Kitten pouted as the two of you stood in the middle of the half made nursery.

“Kitten! It’s a nursery not a fashion week in Paris.” You rubbed your belly as you ate the peanut butter pickle that you made in the kitchen. Kitten made a face as you ate. She didn’t mind some other cravings but this one didn’t sit right with her.

“Besides we don’t have to be super fancy, it’s just got have the basics .” You waved the pickle a little before taking another bite.

“Honey, I love you but for the love of god… the pickles and peanut butter…”

“DONT BLAME ME! ITS WHAT BABY WANTS!” You pouted your lip at her making her lean in and kiss your pickled lips. She made a face again. “Kitten stop!” You finished the pickle and licked your fingers while she went back to picking a theme for the nursery. The two of you settled on woodland animals .

“Kitten!” You whined as she sat on the bed helping you fold all the new baby clothes that the two of you thrifted earlier.

“What do you need my darling?” She set her pile off to the side as you batted your eyelashes.

“Fuck me please ?”

“I think this is my favorite part of your pregnancy so far darling .” She smirked at you before laying you down gently. The sex wasn’t was rough as the two of you would normally like, but that didn’t stop Kitten from giving you amazing oral or they way she sucked on your swollen tits. “These are also part of my favorite things ! Your tits have gotten huge honey!” She kissed each of them gently because even the slightest touch had you cumming in seconds. It was almost possible that the two of you had more sex now !

Another month had passed making you now seven and a half months pregnant.

“Everything looks good!” Kitten squeezed your hand as the two of you watched the baby on the ultrasound. “Heartbeat sounds good.” The doctor looked at the two of you before she tilted her head. “Are you sure you don’t want to know the gender?”

“No… gender isn’t important.” You looked back at Kitten who was memorized at the picture of her baby moving peacefully in your belly.

“Yeah yeah no gender for now.” Kitten waved her hand.

“Alright, well you two are all set! Baby is happy and healthy in there. Keep up the good work and I’ll see the two, soon to be three of you in another mother or so!” The doctor gave you smile before letting you get cleaned up.

“You really don’t care what we have?” You asked Kitten walking down the street from the doctors office as she held your hand.

“No because I know I’m going to love our baby regardless .” She squeezed your hand tightly before continuing to walk with you to grab a little snack. You stopped in your tracks making Kitten stumble a little before she looked back at you with concern.

“Are you okay darling?” She ran her hand over your cheek slowly before you nuzzled against her hand.

“Kitten… I need sex!” Her lips curved into a smirk before she took you home as quickly as possible. This was her favorite part for sure.

Now with the final weeks around the corner , your boobs doubled in size, belly huge and round you were scared that you were going to pop any second. Kitten had made sure all the items you needed were in the diaper bag that the two of you thrifted. It did make you a little sad that you didn’t have a baby shower but you knew it was better not too considering both of your families didn’t care. Charlie had got the two of you some things and gave you the clothes that no longer fit her baby. Charlie had been helpful through your pregnancy giving you tips to help. Luckily for you Kitten had helped Charlie deliver her baby so you had two experts by your side.

The cool breeze came in your bedroom window while Kitten had you spooned in her arms. You were tossing a little bit before you felt like you had to pee. You took her arm off but not fast enough because when you were half way to the bathroom the feeling went down your leg and then it hit you,

“KITTEN! get up!! KITTEN!” You yelled making her freak out as she woke up to see you standing there soaked.

“Oh my god darling! Your water broke!” She held onto you before it dawned on the both of you that going to the hospital was the best idea. Kitten grabbed the bag from the nursery and was running like a chicken with its head cut off while you stood there frozen. It was happening.

“Are you sure it broke? It’s early!” You asked until the sharp pain of the contractions hit you. “Nope! It broke!” You placed your hands on your belly. Kitten waisted no time in helping you out of the house, into the car and drove as fast as she could to get you there.

The two of you made it in the hospital. While you got all taken care of Kitten went to make a call to Charlie to let her know the good news. Pretty soon Kitten was with you stroking your hair , holding your hand and talking to you about what she did when Charlie gave birth. This was your first kid. This was never what you thought your life would be and you wouldn’t change a thing!

“You need to push!” Kitten squeezed your hand as you laid there heavily breathing trying to push your baby out.

“I AM PUSHING! FUCK!” You squeezed her hand to the point you almost broke it. “FUCK KITTEN!” You yelled through gritted teeth.

“You’re almost there, I’m seeing the head.” Your doctor explained as she watched your birth. “One more big push okay! You got it!”

Your heart was about to burst from the stress of it. Your body was covered in a layer of sweat, body turned a different from all the blood rushing around , if looks could kill… everyone would’ve died twice over .

Your hand found kittens shirt and pulled on it pulling her closer as you screamed. She ran her hand over your head while watching you cry. She knew it was painful for you but you were doing so great.

With another big push that knocked the wind out of you the room suddenly went quiet for a second until the sound of the baby crying filled your eyes.

“Your baby is here!” You cried at the words spoken to you. Kitten helped you lay back and kissed your head as they cleaned up the baby. They did all the test and confirmed a healthy baby.

“All right mamas , who gets to hold baby first ?” The nurse asked.

“She does.” Kitten pointed to you. The nurse placed the baby in your arms and smiled down.

“Do you two want to know the gender now?”

“Yes.” Kitten and you said in unison.

“Welcome your baby girl to the world.”

“A girl!” Both you and kitten smiled before you started crying. “We had a girl!” Kitten couldn’t hold back her tears anymore. She was a proud mother. She was a proud wife. She was proud of you.

A couple hours later Kitten came out of the bathroom with another washcloth to wipe your face. She was determined to keep you clean as possible to make you feel better. Your daughter was in her little crib that hospital had wrapped up in a little pink blanket as you laid in your bed with heavy eyes. Charlie knocked on the door coming in with her baby on her hip and a small bouquet and her new boyfriend.

“Congratulations you two!” She set the flowers down next to you before kissing your head.

“Thank you!” Kitten gave Charlie a hug before taking her baby from her so you could give Charlie a hug.

“What did you name her?!?” Charlie bounced on her feet in excitement as she took her baby back from kitten.

“We don’t have a first name yet… but her middle name will be after her godmother … Charlie.” You grabbed kittens hand.

“I’m her god mother!” Charlie beamed !

“Wouldn’t pick anyone else!” You closed your eyes with a smile on your face as the drugs finally kicked in.

“Let’s let her rest.” Kitten spoke softly before she covered you with hospital blanket and kissed your head.

You and Kitten would never forget that day the two of became Three. The day you welcomed your little girl into the world weighing seven pounds five oz and twenty two inches long, she got that from kitten ! The two loneliest people on the planet who never thought they’d make it this far were now a happy family of three. Kitten got her dream girl, her dream life that she always wanted and she couldn’t be more thankful that you made it all possible .

[your-nanas-house]

Nana!!

Hear me out.... a request please 🥺

shy reader x Patricia making out for the first time !!

Like shy reader goes to the party because they know kitten is there and kitten comforts them which leads to a heavy touching make out session 🥺 please !! I'm begging !!

Hello Em!! Love it 🤭 sorry if it took me long, I finished it yesterday but I was too tired to post it.

Truly smitten

◇ Pairing: Patricia 'Kitten' Braden X shy fem!Reader

◇ Warnings: make out, anxiety, nearly panic attack, friends to lovers, touching and Y/n refering to Kitten's crotch with 'little pussy'

◇ Summary: Y/n goes to the party just for Kitten.

◇ Note: Sorry for the mistakes and the English. Thank you @mrkdvidal1989 for your help again!

It was crazy, Y/n thought as she took a deep breath and started to head to the local where the loud music of the party was going on. 

Her feet moved on their own as she tried to control her breath, the tight little dress she chose to wear seemed getting tighter and uncomfortable. What was she doing? Was it too late to turn around and leave?

Her shaky hand pressed flat against the wooden door and with a deep breath, she pushed the door open, walking in the loud crowded room… the loud music blasting in her ears, filling her head as she tried to move around. Searching Kitten around the room.

Hands brushing against her body, people pushing her, trying to get her to dance, some men approached as well, making her rush away. 

Too much, she kept repeating in her head, her hands got sweaty because of the stress, the uncomfortable feeling in her gut only deepened as she couldn't find any familiar faces in the crowd. 

The party was big. Bigger than she expected, which was.. scary for a person like her, one that usually kept to themselves. 

What was she doing there, she wondered for the umpteenth time that night.

Her body was screaming at her to leave that place and hide somewhere but her brain changed mind as soon as her eyes landed finally on the forgotten reason of why she was actually there. Suffering in silence… just to make her friend happy. Everything felt suddenly wrong, her dress felt too tight, her scalp hurt because of the way she put her hair up and her mind was completely overwhelmed by the situation. 

As the young woman tried to move in the crowd, her attention got caught by the people again, making that feeling of overstimulation hit her hard for the second time.

Her body stumbled into a boy who tried to grab her, clearly drunk, before two strong but soft arms hugged her from behind. A voice followed quickly as soon as her body stiffened 

“You came!” The voice Y/n recognized as Kitten's spoke directly to her ear.

The arms covered by a fuchsia leather jacket freed her, just to allow her to take her hand and drag her in a more secluded, slightly quieter place.

The music was still loud, filling the room where they were, but it sounded nearly muffled in that corner. 

It was the first time Y/n could finally take in the sight of Kitten, her eyes widening at the view in front of her. She looked stunning… like always, and she was.. talking to her.

���Hmph?” Y/n let out, eyeing her amazed, but a little ashamed that she got caught red handed at not listening.

“I said that you look a bit overwhelmed, darling. Are you feeling kind of hot?” Kitten beamed, giggling at her statement. Her hands fixing tenderly her friend's hair that fell out of the nice upright hairstyle.

“Yeah, quite a bit.. came here just.. for you.” The young woman informed her quickly, allowing her hands to paw softly at the leather of her jacket. Watching Kitten with wide eyes as she quickly took her hand, murmuring things she couldn't quite get because of the music. 

Nevertheless Y/n followed her blindly not worrying about the direction or where they were going. She would always follow her wherever she wanted, not bothering to ask questions… that's how smitten she was.

The whole time they walked, Y/n’s eyes remained fixed on Kitten’s silhouette, observing how her curly hair jumped just above her shoulders as she walked. How amazing her narrow waist looked in the outfit that she chose to wear for the party. 

The thoughts were so loud, that Y/n didn't even notice when they got to the destination.

A hidden room, quite more private, which was still part of the building where the party was going on.. even if it looked quite different.

Kitten led the way to a sofa, navigating in the crowd without any problems, her hand still holding tightly and reassuringly Y/n's smaller one.

“I wasn't expecting you to actually come.” Kitten lied as she smiled cheekily at her, caging her bottom lip with her teeth while she sat down on the soft comfortable couch. Just waiting for Y/n to take the seat next to her.

“You look stunning by the way, I really love your dress, darling” Kitten added in a whisper, her nail polished nail scratching softly the fabric before she took a hold on it.. pretending to be checking something. “Very lovely, indeed.” She whispered, tilting her head more before looking her in the eyes with a more seductive look. The openly flirting and easy going nature of Kitten was something that Y/n had to get used to at the beginning, but now she considered it.. normal, despite hoping that it would mean something more.

“I-I.. thank you” the young woman stuttered out shyly, a soft smile on her face as she opened her mouth to try and say something. 

Her eyes getting completely lost in her baby blue ones, nearly hypnotizing her in a subtle but tender way.

“You… You look wonderful as well.” She breathed out, her eyes shifting between her lips and eyes as Kitten leaned closer, humming at her compliment without adding anything else.

Her lipstick painted lips brushed against hers suddenly, surprising her with the sensation that she felt as soon as Kitten got so close. Moving closer, she pressed their lips together harder, in a testing but teasing way. Her beautiful eyes glancing at her face every now and then, feeling the anticipation in her body… as Kitten looked at her from under her long lashes.

“You think so, darling?” Kitten whispered, pouting softly as her nose brushed against hers “Always the sweetest, aren't you?” she added, praising her before leaning even closer. 

Their lips barely touch, just still inches away.

A glance and Y/n was leaning in completely, her lips pressing against her soft ones in a tender kiss which got heated in no time.

Her hand moved to cup her flushed cheek, her tongue exiting her mouth to lick slowly Kitten’s bottom lip, waiting for consent before letting it slip in.

Soft hums could be heard from both of them, their hands exploring each other's bodies in different ways, Kitten shyly and Y/n boldly.. pulling, squeezing and caressing with lust but tenderness.

As they broke the kiss, Y/n's bruised lips started to pepper her freckled skin with wet kisses, lowering her mouth slowly down to her neck where she started to nibble and suckle on Kitten’s tender skin.

Leaving love bites on her sweet spots, just to hear the lovely humming that Kitten made every time Y/n nibble a bit harder “Oh darling, making me go crazy for you.” she giggled shyly, biting her bottom lip before pulling it back. Kitten's scent was making Y/n’s mind go blank, and all she needed… was Patricia so close to her. 

“Yeah?” the young woman whispered, shyly leaning in for another kiss “Driving me crazy too, love.” she informed, a soft moan when Kitten naughtily squeezed her breast, earning a squeeze on her crotch as Y/n's arm involuntarily grabbed onto her boner.

Her mouth now lingering near her ear

“You and your fucking little pussy” she whispered, biting softly her earlobe, sucking harsher as soon as Kitten meowed needily.

Y/n left a couple of mouthed kisses on her freckled skin before moving slowly away, leaving a final little peck on Kitten's nose before speaking.

“My house is empty… we could go there if you want.” she informed suggestively, trying to not sound so eager but failing miserably as the hunger showed in her gaze.

Kitten just nodded softly, her lustful eyes remaining the entire time on her as she led them to her car.

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[strawbeerossi]

If You Leave Me

Pairing: Fem!reader x Spencer Reid

Description: After coming home, Spencer has nightmares of his wife leaving him after the weight of prison weighs on him after his release.

Content Warnings: Depression, mentions of problems with eating, nightmares, fear of abandonment, mention of parental abandonment, spoilers for the prison arc, mentions of blood and being beaten, anxiety, there’s a panic attack, general angst, light fluff towards the end

Word Count: 1.4K

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'The Show' is so amazing, so I might make more based on each song on the album.

“Change is the law of life. And those who look only to the past or present are certain to miss the future.” John F Kennedy.

Spencer had faced change for his whole life. Between his father leaving him with no explanation when he was a child to his mother’s schizophrenia spiralling, he was the poster child for adapting to the plethora of things that life can throw at you and making the best of things.

Child abandonment coupled with a mother whose illness was worsening, there was a lot of pressure on him at a young age. Spencer wanted to take care of his mother, make sure she was safe and sound. He enjoyed lying with her and reading, spending his time with the woman who he cared for. He struggled with making many friends.

Not a lot of high schoolers want to be friends with a twelve-year-old child prodigy. He was the target of relentless bullying, his safest place being home where he could read in the comfort of his own bedroom.

Most children who had any form of trauma as a child turned out to be psychopaths, incapable of empathy and most who exhibited those symptoms were serial killers, he was quite the opposite. Spencer would say that he turned out alright. 

Three PHDs, being a supervisory special agent for the Behavioral Analysis Unit, as well as being a literal genius. He had a team of people who loved him dearly, a good amount of godchildren who he adored, as well as a beautiful wife who did so much for him.

When Spencer was imprisoned, his experience killed a piece of him. The once sweet, innocent Dr. Spencer Reid was now a man who was more prone to showing his complex emotions, his temperament changing. He wasn’t nearly as talkative, he was having a harder time processing things that used to take him mere seconds to understand. It was why they had placed him on a weird schedule; every one hundred days spent in the field would have thirty days off following behind. He thought it was the stupidest decision they made.

Despite all of his protests, nobody would hear him out. It brought on the thoughts of him being untrustworthy. After all, he did kill Nadie Ramos. He may have been under the influence of drugs but that didn’t excuse a damn thing. He killed her with his bare hands. 

That haunted him. The fact that he could be capable of madness, capable of murder. It didn’t help that soon after, he was producing a tampered batch of drugs that he was being forced to push within those four cement walls.

Everyone told him that it wasn’t his fault, that some people were pushed to dark acts in order to ensure their survival. After all, a federal agent in the general population sector was a huge target, someone who would have a lot of enemies. Too many enemies.

After his release, there came a plethora of emotions. Y/N was a saint, patient as could be and more loving than he ever could’ve hoped for. Even when he was dissociating into his mind to shield him from all too familiar territory, she was right there. It had gotten to a point where he severely depended on her, the attachment so strong that he would follow her around the house as if he were a kitten who needed constant attention. 

Dinner was hard, the man having to be reminded that he could take his time to eat and he had no risk of someone coming and taking it whether he allowed them to or not. There were nights where he wouldn’t take a packet of cookies from his wife, stressing over having to ‘pay her back’. It took a lot to break him out of that routine.

Don’t get him started on the nightmares. They were vivid, placing him back to the night when he was beaten in prison or to the day where Luis Delgado had his throat slit in front of him because of his own choices. It was like he could still feel the warmth of the crimson blood staining his hands in the failed attempt to stop the bleeding. 

In addition to nightmares that were filled with blood and violence, there was another recurring nightmare. One that killed him more than any sort of guilt of association ever could. It started out the same way every time, he would come in the house after a long winded case. There would be a lot of stress on his shoulders, a tightening in his chest because of the fact the case didn’t end the way the team had anticipated. He would then walk into the kitchen, where Y/N would be waiting for him. There was no sweet greeting, no kiss against his lips while she hugged him and cried about missing him. 

Instead there was a tense silence, the usually warm apartment freezing. She would turn to him, her eyes filled with exhaustion, no glimmer of love shining over them as they faced one another.

“I can’t do this anymore. You aren’t who you used to be, this time by myself has made me realize that I am much happier without you here. I don’t have to coddle you, treat you like a baby. I just can’t bring myself to love you anymore.” 

Spencer was waking up in a cold sweat, his body jolting upwards on the mattress while his other hand was quickly, yet cautiously reaching beside him to feel his wife’s shoulder. The touch had Y/N stirring awake, a gentle frown on her face. “Spencer?” Her voice was filled with drowsiness, her hands slowly pushing her to sit up on her knees while her free hand was leaning over to turn on the bedside lamp. 

Any form of annoyance from drowsiness was wiped away when she noticed her husband’s state. His face was drenched in sweat, his chest was heaving from the impending anxiety attack, he was unable to talk as his body trembled. “Shh, hey.” Y/N whispered as she was shuffling closer, pulling back the duvet so she could carefully pull her husband into her arms. 

Her fingers were threading through the messy curls, a weak sigh leaving her lips as she could feel his arms tightly wrap around her torso, practically squeezing the life out of her.

“I’m here. It’s okay, baby, I promise. Luis dream again?” She asked softly, her lips pressing a kiss to the crown of his skull.

“You left.” His voice was hoarse, the tears joining in soaking his face the same way that the sweat had done over the course of the night. “Baby..” Y/N whispered while her fingers were lightly scratching over his scalp, her cheek resting against his head as she was being hugged tightly, as if she would disappear if Spencer let her go. “I’m not going anywhere. You know that.” Her words were dipped in that sweet assurance, her eyes slowly fluttering shut. 

Spencer faced enough people who abandoned him in his life with little to no explanation, she could never be added to that list. He spent three long and gruelling months in a maximum security prison for a murder that he was pushed into doing under the influence of a drug that Cat Adams and Lindsey Vaughn got their hands on. 

This wasn’t like he was a man who snapped and murdered an innocent woman because of deterioration of his sanity. He was absolutely nothing like the men and women he hunted down for his job, she tried to push that every time that she could. “You’re a good man, you know that. I would be a fool to leave you.” She said softly. 

As her body was eventually laying down against the mattress, she couldn’t help but smile once Spencer quickly followed her movements. Her legs were spreading in order to invite him between them, the male laying on top of her as his head was against her chest. “There we go..” She cooed softly, her fingers continuing to comb through the tousled curls. 

With his cheek now smashed against his wife’s chest, he listened to the steady rhythm of her heartbeat. 

The drumbeat mixed his wife’s sweet words of assurance and the warmth of her love radiating against him was enough to have Spencer starting to drift off to sleep. 

How did he manage to get so lucky to have a woman who wouldn’t give up on him?

[soli-nepenthe]

Searing Touch (rewrite/divergent)

characters: Sylus/fem!MC (though can also be read as GN. 2nd per. POV)

genre: angst/comfort/slightest hints of fluff/vague ptsd?

warnings: angst, mild use of profanity, injury, slight religious reference./ minor allusion to No Way Out story.

word count: ~ 2600!

author's note: This is just my self-indulgent take on how the story could have gone as I felt MC and the banter in the original was disjointed and disappointing. After Sylus's sacrifice, he deserved better treatment than what he got. Hopefully, I amended some of those faults with this attempt. I hope you all enjoy reading!

Somewhere in the Northern District, Linkon City.

Sylus’s Apartment.

It was 3:00 AM by the time you decided to give up on sleep.

What should have been an infernally tedious Monday night had haphazardly turned sideways.

In theory, it had been a simple surveillance and retrieval mission – nothing outside of your hunter’s repertoire. According to your team’s intel, it was a clean smuggling setup with two main parties…. 

Hours later, you sat in the dimly lit living room of one of Sylus’s secure hideouts, still fretting over the small details of how you mishandled the evening. Sleep evaded you now, as it sometimes did, whenever you felt overwhelmed. If the mission wasn’t an outright failure–it was due to his interference. And the reason you could still mull over it—well, that was also because of him. 

Closing your eyes, you recalled the terrible impressions shard by broken shard – the oppressiveness of the white smoke from the stunning device as it blotted out your surroundings to the staccato of gunfire from different directions, and then the weight of his body rolling over yours as he shielded you from further harm. 

You knew the reasons why he waved off your concern of going to the hospital, but still, you worried for him. Without question, he had gambled his life for yours. And you felt miserable and thankful all at the same time. Of course, the life of a hunter straddled the border of life and death on any given day, but this was the first time a routine mission without Wanderers would have cost you greatly.

You recognized that your thoughts were starting to take a dangerous turn….

There was no comfort in a “what if”.

Rising from the couch, you went to look for where he might be.

All three bedrooms turned out to be finely furnished but devoid of his presence. 

The sound of running water behind a closed door soon drew your attention. Getting no response from knocking, you ventured to turn the knob anyway.

He had his back to you when you entered, the steam curling away to reveal bloodied rags and gauze littered about him as he blindly struggled to clean his wounds. 

Another anvil settled heavily on your heart at the desperate sight.

You blinked back the stinging sensation building behind your eyes and clawing up your throat, trying to find that sangfroid you had always prided yourself on. Turning to find a light switch on the wall, you pressed it, where it automatically raised the blinds to the only window in the bathroom.

Cool, silvery moonlight poured in, bathing half of his naked torso, his pale body now emulating the appearance of sculpted marble. The only difference, of course, were the scars and open wounds–your own personal Saint Sebastian.

“Sylus…let me help you.”

“Ah, kitten. I…I had a feeling…. you would come around.”

His voice sounded strained though you could tell he was trying to be jovial, perhaps for your benefit. 

The lights above the vanity flared brighter once you found the right switch.

“Tell me, what can I do to help?”

He fumbled with the gauze in his hand, dropping the roll into the sink. 

“Think….ugh…you can help me…take out this shrapnel?”

Out of habit, you nodded, knowing that he couldn’t possibly make out your gesture of assent. Taking the tweezers carefully from his hand, you guided him to sit on the edge of the tub while you made a quick assessment of the items you would need from the open first aid box.

Your knowledge of wound care was rudimentary at best, but you decided that you would do all that you could if it would ease the deep furrow of his brow or erase the grimace he tried to disguise as a cavalier smile. 

After rinsing your hands and prepping the tweezers, you resolved to keep in mind Zayne’s advice regarding situations like these— a level head will serve you better; try to always be calm.

“Stay as still as you can. And move only when I tell you to. I don’t want to hurt you.”

“Very well.” he rasped, uncharacteristically obedient. “Wish I could…appreciate the sight of you as my personal nurse, heh.”

Apart from his pained but steady breaths, removing the pieces of shrapnel and cleaning and bandaging the wounds was slow, silent work. You half-expected him to playfully chide you for being so grave and meticulous in your ministrations, but sensing the seriousness of your intent, he did nothing to break the fragile stillness that encompassed you both. 

You only hoped that your efforts would help him self-heal faster. 

It was almost the same that time too…

Your hands had almost faltered on the last wound—a particularly nasty one–but despite how nervous you felt in suturing the gash, he encouraged you instead of pushing you away. Though you shared a small history together from varied run-ins these past few months, no one could deny that you both had been through quite a lot together. The vulnerability he showed you now was worlds apart from before. 

As you finished cleaning up, you tried to regain some sense of equanimity back, if only to string together a few commonplace words.

“All done. You…should be fine. I hope.” 

Without meaning to, you stumbled backwards in the direction of the sink, but he reached for you with his good arm before your back could hit it. He pulled you to the safety of his warm body. 

“Kitten, you’re shaking.”

He was looking down at you, his expression twisted in concern for you. 

“I’m sorry. Maybe…maybe things are starting to catch up to me now.”

“Come with me then.”

You weren’t sure if it was just muscle memory or if his sight had returned to normal, but he led you with little difficulty to his bedroom. He sat you on his bed. 

“I’ll get you some water.”

“Are your eyes better now?”

“I can make out shapes in the shadows, more or less. Don’t worry your pretty head about it.”

As you waited, you took note of the twinkling city lights from his bedroom window where they suffused the room with a weak, ghostly light. The moon was hidden now by dark wisps of cloud. From up here, it was hard to believe that such a beautiful view could hide a sinister web of greed and lawlessness…

Once he returned, you took long sips of water from an ornate glass meant to hold liquor. 

When you were done, you set it on the nightstand next to the bed.

“How are you feeling?” The kindness in his voice had tears welling up in your eyes.

That honest question alone had always been and would always be your undoing, no matter who asked it.

“Ahem, well…less thirsty,” he sat close to you, extending his good arm to rub small but comforting circles on your back, “but mostly repentant. And thankful, of course.”

You rubbed away the tears that had annoyingly come in full force now, despite your wish to hold back the deluge of emotions.

“I’ve told you this already,” he reached out with his wounded hand to catch your tears, “...don’t ever feel ashamed to be yourself in front of me. Cry all you want. You need to.”

“I don’t know…how….how can you be so…?”

You paused, failing to hold in another sob. 

You understood his point about catharsis. But logically, it made no sense to you how the person meant to comfort was now being comforted. There were so many things that you had wanted to say, things that he needed to hear from you, but something inside held you captive from uttering a word.

Unsure of why, he seemed to you like a bright flame amidst the shadowy dark. A lifeline you could hold on to. For a long moment, you pressed a hand against the solidity and heat of his form before tracking a path from his throat all the way down the palimpsest of his body. Each barely-visible scar that marred his skin was a memory. Your fingers traced over the faint lines and uneven contours of wounds that didn’t smoothly heal. No doubt there was pain and fear for each trial he lived through…and he faced each one alone, hadn’t he? 

He did nothing to impede your movements, his even breathing hitching a little as your hand drifted up, finding the surge of blood fluttering rapidly under your palm. There was no scar here. No marker that indicated this place where you had hurt him once, albeit unwillingly. 

Funny thing.

Your vision blurred with hot tears as you clung to him, finally allowing yourself to have a good long cry.

He was enduringly patient with you.

“I’m…I’m  so sorry, Sylus.”

The solemnity of your name falling from his lips emboldened you to say more. 

“I truly am grateful. Not just for tonight. But to have you in my life. I mean it.”

You felt his body tense slightly against yours before pulling you closer in a half-embrace, a moan-like sigh escaping his lips. He settled his chin atop your head, breathing in your scent.

His voice was above a hushed whisper when he decided to break the silence.

“Rest now. I’ll stay for as long as you need.” 

He moved the both of you near the headboard, entwining your fingers with his as you settled into a more comfortable position against him. In the wakeful hours where insomnia would normally be a torment for you–nothing of the kind happened this time around. A mysterious feeling of peace seemed to quell all your worries and doubts when he held you in the shelter of his embrace. 

You were safe. You were both safe. And more importantly, alive.

In no time at all, you drifted into the blessing of a dreamless sleep.

Somewhere in the Northern District. Linkon City. 

Tuesday. 1:15 PM.

The sensation of something golden and warm brushed against your eyelids, stirring you from sleep. A chink of sunlight had managed to slip through the now drawn curtains. You awoke to find your companion had long since left the bed, but not without propping your head with a pillow and covering you with a knitted blanket that smelled faintly of vanilla. Checking your hunter’s watch, you noted the time and the voicemails that awaited your attention–they were all from Captain Jenna. 

Fuck. Of course. Headquarters would want a full report concerning all the details of the botched transaction. Your vigilance had faltered. Pride before the fall, indeed. You raked a hand through your disheveled hair.

With a heavy sigh, you steeled yourself for the unpleasant conversations that would follow.

Unlucky missions like last night, though few and far between, truthfully made you question whether your purpose had been misplaced. And yet, there was no room to entertain self-doubt, not when you had duties to attend to. Once you tied up these loose ends, you would check in with Sylus, and not merely for an update on the smuggled goods that he assured you his people would take care of.

There was something heartening in finding him preparing a late breakfast –more like brunch– for the two of you in the open kitchen, seemingly back to his old self. He was humming a pleasant melody when you walked in. You inwardly prayed he had gotten some form of rest.

“Morning…er, Good afternoon, I mean.” 

He slowly turned to face you, his lips crooking into an easy smile. A real one. You much preferred him like this. 

“I take it that you’re okay now?” 

The lilt in your voice was hopeful as you followed him to the café-style breakfast nook where he plated Belgian-style waffles, an assortment of fruit and cream, honey and jam, along with a pot of steaming coffee and an assortment of teas. The gold trimming on the china glinted in a welcoming way as it caught the afternoon light.

“As good as new, thanks to you.”

He even turned around so that you could appraise him, his motions free from any semblance of stiffness or pain.

“I’m so glad.” 

His garnet eyes twinkled with mirth as they beheld yours.

“Actually, I have.… something for you–” he gestured to a black suitcase on the coffee table in the living room, “it should help you neatly wrap up your investigation. I hope.”

It dawned on you yet again how much you owed him for his help. More than likely Luke and Kieran were also involved; you would have to make it up to them as well. As if reading your mind, he stifled the apology that was on your lips.

“If anything, I bear some of the blame for not being honest the moment I contacted you…”

“What do you mean?” 

Your hands grasped the back of the chair in a small attempt to brace yourself.

“Last night was an ambush. My sources confirmed that. Unfortunately, misinformation can have its consequences. And I was worried…so worried that I couldn’t let other people deal with it.”

The notion that you were fed tampered information or that you were made to believe that the assignment was nothing more than standard fare as far as protocore smuggling was concerned had not even crossed your mind. As the leader of Onychinus, his information network had to be extensive, and as such, it was easier for him to ascertain traps….including the one meant for the Hunter’s Association last night.

His unexpected presence was far from being the nuisance you deemed it was the moment you heard the husky notes of his voice through your earpiece. An illicit deal in the cover of night in the hinterland of Linkon’s borders (yet across the river from the N109 zone’s jurisdiction) was beneath his notice. And yet, he came, for you.

Just for you.

Your hands gripped the back of your chair harder, your gaze locked on his own.

“I’m selfish. I’d rather risk exposing my weaknesses when I protect you than see you injured.”

“Sylus…”

“It’s not enough to make amends, but will you stay a little longer, and share a meal with me before you go?”

He offered you his hand in earnest supplication. 

Somehow gathering enough composure to walk up to him, you cradled his hand in your smaller ones. 

“Of course. I can make some time for you.” 

He bent forward to press a soft kiss on your forehead, letting his lips linger there before reluctantly pulling away. 

“Wonderful. Shall we?”

While the food he prepared smelled sweet and enticing, making your stomach gnaw in actual hunger, all you could do was stare at him, quietly reflecting on the significance of all the small details. It wasn’t surprising when he finally noted the intensity of your steady gaze, elegantly setting down his cup of coffee on the table. Maybe he did have some kind of otherworldly presentient ability in that protocore eye of his, because at the moment you thought it, he extended his right hand across the table. 

Without hesitating, you delicately weaved your fingers with his. Despite the desire to be mindful of his bandages, he flexed his fingers about yours, as if testing the give of your hand against his. There was no feeling equal to it; all you knew was that your heart felt lighter than it had in a very long time. 

Normally, you would have considered your current actions as reckless and unprofessional, but in your view, trading away this rare fragment of time with him would have felt more than just criminal. 

Whatever the fallout might be, you would handle it in some way or another, like you always did.

For now, all that mattered was the present, and the things that passed between you as you enjoyed each other’s company on a not-so-everyday Tuesday afternoon.

END.

author's final notes:

There are probably a thousand directions this could have gone, but I hope no one minds the heavy dose of angst and comfort combination. This is just how it seemed to unfold for me as I wrote this. It's just a little sad that MC treats him better as a cat butler in the event than in this story....

Once again, to reiterate, this was very self-indulgent take.

Anyway, thank you so very much for reading! Please like and reblog if you enjoyed it! Have a lovely day!

(NB: * Please don't feed my work into AI. )

[mypoisonedvine]

Kitten with a reader who loves body worshiping her but genuinley feels wierd being Touched intimately (but is severely touch starved), so kitten restraines reader to finally be able to touch and kiss them

OH LORD THIS IS VERY REAL FOR ME WOW

warnings: kinda dubious consent?, oral f receiving, bondage, established relationship, extreme fluff

"I'm almost scared to ask what you're up to," you mumbled as Kitten showed you the silky ropes, her grin growing even wider.

"Haven't you ever tried it?" she asked.

"E-erm, no, not really," you shrugged. "But we can, if you want."

"I do," she assured. "Right now."

"Oh," you laughed, "eager, hm? Alright-- I can't deny, I think you'll look pretty all tied up in these."

"Oh, I would, sweetie-- but these are for you," she giggled, making your eyes go wide.

"Me?!" you choked. "What am I supposed to do, all tied up?!"

"You're supposed to lay back and let me use you," she winked, pushing you back onto the bed as you blinked up at her in shock.

Even though you still hadn't quite wrapped your head around the whole idea, you ended up with your wrists tied to the bed, Kitten hovering over you with a wide smile-- because she was just persuasive like that. Still, you felt oddly exposed, as if she hadn't seen you naked hundreds of times... but she didn't usually see you like this, basically spread eagle and trapped here for her to do whatever she pleased.

Too curious not to ask, you swallowed the lump in your throat and spit it out: "What is it you plan on doing to me, exactly?" you asked.

"Something you wouldn't let me do if you weren't tied up," she laughed, leaning down to kiss you-- and then the kiss started to move, lower and lower, as she slowly and gently spoiled you with sweet kisses down your stomach.

"Fuck," you breathed softly, trying to fight off the discomfort and insecurity that clawed at the back of your mind as she gave you all this attention. "Don't feel like being more specific?" you pressed.

"I just wanna... worship you," she whispered, making your heart skip.

"You know I'm always down for a little sacrilege," you sighed, "but me? Am I really worth--?"

"Shh," she stopped you with a finger over your lips. "Enough of that. You're worth the world. You're my world. And you won't even let me say it, let alone show it, without getting all snippy with me!"

She spread your legs open and hummed as she looked between them, making you shudder with nervousness.

"I mean, you shower me in affection every night-- at least-- and you won't even let me tell you how beautiful--" she kissed your thigh-- "and sexy--" she kissed a little higher-- "and lovely you are? It's just not fair, love."

"W-well, it isn't," you admitted, "but I just prefer--"

"Maybe tonight isn't about what you prefer," she pouted. "Maybe I'm in charge and you're tied up with no way to stop me. Now zip it and let me lick you all over, you little devil."

You couldn't fight the shudder that ran over you, nodding hazily. "O-okay, Kit-- if you say so..."

But still, you weren't quite expecting her to start where she did, running her tongue over your raised nipple slowly-- you couldn't help but whine through your teeth, shutting your eyes for a second.

"K-Kitten," you panted, whimpering when she suckled on the bud for a moment. "Oh, Christ--"

"Now now, it's only Saint Kitten," she corrected with a wink, "and it's you we're supposed to be worshipping."

She started to kiss you all over once again, humming praises along her way: so pretty or look how sweet you are or even sometimes I can't believe I get you all to myself, darling. It was more affection than you were ever prepared to handle, and you sometimes had to shut your eyes tight just to try to tolerate it.

"I love this part of you, right here," she cooed as she softly tickled the curve of your waist. "It's hard to pick a favourite, though... maybe your shoulders? So fun to hold onto while you're fucking me with that pretty strap of yours-- or maybe your lips, you know I could kiss you for hours, and that's not to even mention all those lovely, filthy things you say with those pretty lips..."

"Kitten," you pleaded nervously, your face so hot you worried she could feel it somehow, "I-I don't know what to do with all this attention."

"Say 'thank you'," she instructed simply. "That's the polite thing to do when you get a compliment. Let's practice: I'll say, 'I could taste your sweet little cunt all day,' and you'll say..."

"Th-thank you," you choked out, hearing her purr as she leaned down and licked a little stripe up the seam of your pussy for emphasis. "Fuck!"

"I can't believe you hardly ever let me eat you out," she groaned, "you're so delicious, darling. And look how wet you get! Oh, to think you let all that lovely juice go to waste-- mm. Shameful, s'what it is, just shameful."

"Kitten, please," you choked, moaning louder as she latched onto you again. Her eyes fluttered open and she looked up at you in the sweetest way, almost a pleading look like she needed to know that she was doing well for you. "F-feels good," you admitted softly, and you could feel her smile as she slid her tongue inside you-- that was when your head fell back, you couldn't resist it anymore. "God, yes-- fuck!"

Her hands pet your thighs softly, pulling your hips a little closer so she could bury her face harder into you. Your whole body quivered, the sensations nearly overwhelming after all that teasing she'd done...

"I'm gonna come," you blurted out, and she moaned against you-- into you, really. "Fuck, Kitten... you'll make me come."

Maybe you'd expected, or even hoped, that saying that would make her stop for a moment to taunt you for your weak stamina, but instead she just doubled down on her efforts, holding your hips still with a tight grip when you tried to buck them away.

'Fuck, fuck!" you yelped, feeling it start to take over you-- tears were stinging your eyes, and not just from the way her nose bumped perfectly against your clit when her tongue was thrusting inside you; you'd been struggling to hold them back all this time, overwhelmed by her kindness.

It hit you rather suddenly, and Kitten only stopped what she was doing when you kicked your legs hard enough to nearly hit her-- though thank god you didn't, you wouldn't forgive yourself if you hurt her somehow. "Oh, beautiful," she praised the second she broke away, giving a little peck of a kiss to your aching clit before kissing all over your thighs, stomach, breasts-- and your face again, guiding you into a sloppy and needy open-mouthed kiss that tasted strongly of your own arousal. "So beautiful when you come," she went on in a whisper, her hands delicately holding your face.

She untied your wrists quickly, letting you wrap her up in your arms as you kissed her harder, pulling her into you. "I love you so much," you breathed against her lips. "God, Kitten, I'm nothing without you--"

"Oh, don't get on that again," she rolled her eyes, "we'll be here all night. Just let me tell you how much I love you and let's leave it at that, alright?"

"But--"

"Shh, darling, you've said enough," she insisted, "or should I get you a gag to match those ropes."

You swallowed thickly, and she laughed with sick delight.

"You're too fun to tease, darling," she explained with a wink.

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Like Cats and Dogs

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/tN3THKJ by bajuwa In a world where soulmates are represented by animal familiars, Clark wonders if his soulmate is a cat. A literal domesticated feline animal that one could get from the pet store and not just a person with some cat-like personality traits. There’s no other explanation as to why his familiar acts like every single asshole cat meme to ever exist. Then again, maybe this isn’t even a familiar at all. Maybe Kryptonians don’t get familiars. Maybe they manifest demons that slowly torture them in their slow descent towards hell. On the off chance his soulmate is a real human being, well… He would never tell his mother this, she raised him too well, but sometimes Clark wishes his soulmate’s familiar was making him feel just as miserable. --- Bruce peels his eyes away from the monitors to look down at the menace on his lap and barely contains a look of disgust. Big blue eyes stare up at him as he rests his chin on Bruce’s thigh, and as their eyes meet, the pathetic, whimpering little whines are replaced by excited huffs, the clickity clack of dancing paws on concrete, and the rhythmic thumping of his tail hitting the leg of the table. Why does it have to be so needy and cuddly all the time? Words: 1441, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Fandoms: Superman - All Media Types, Batman - All Media Types Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: M/M Characters: Clark Kent, Bruce Wayne, Daily Planet Employees (DCU), Justice League (DCU), Alfred Pennyworth, Dick Grayson, Martha Kent, Lois Lane Relationships: Clark Kent/Bruce Wayne Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Soulmates, Soulmates, Soulmate Daemons, Enemies to Lovers, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Partners to Lovers, Slow Burn, Bruce Wayne Knows Clark Kent is Superman, Clark Kent Knows Bruce Wayne is Batman, Bruce Wayne Acts Like a Sad Wet Cat, i can't believe that's already a tag, but he acts more like a spicy kitten in this one, Clark Kent Acts Like a Happy Little Pupper, Bruce Wayne Has Issues, Bruce Wayne is Bad at Feelings, Clark Kent Needs a Hug, Clark Kent is So Done, Bruce Wayne Makes Bad Decisions, Bruce Wayne Admits When He's Wrong, Bruce Wayne Makes Things Right, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Learning how to handle your partners insecurities by becoming a furparent, Fluff, Fluff and Angst, Fluff and Humor, Humor, Attempt at Humor, Rated T for language, People gossip about potential domestic abuse but there is absolutely none of that I swear, Alfred Pennyworth is a Saint, Alfred Pennyworth ships SuperBat, Dick Grayson is a Ray of Sunshine, Dick Grayson is Bruce Wayne's Unofficial Therapist read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/tN3THKJ

[pictureinme]

hii i loved your kitten fanfic 🤍 i was wondering if you would be open to write some fluff for her ? maybe comforting her after everything she’s been through and giving her the love she deserves bcs she’s so underrated tbh 😫

of course! thank you for your patience, this definitely sparked a lot more ideas 4 me, so here's a short but sweet thang :-) don't worry, this isn't the last fluff you're gonna get of us taking care of kitten <3

plea for tenderness

patricia 'kitten' braden x f!reader word count: ~600 tags: pure domestic fluff, established relationship

ao3

The candles lit all around your shared living room bring an almost stifling atmosphere of comfort and romance, but it was truly just the way Kitten liked to light your home. The scent of roses and vanilla permeated the air, and the cool breeze from the window made you sigh happily.

She stretches as the two of you lay on a chaise lounge, tucked away in the corner. Her pink slip rides up on her legs, and you can’t help but think how lucky you are to be with her. Besides her obviously beautiful looks, her passion inspires you. The strength this woman had to have and continues to hold is divine at best.

Kitten catches you staring at her perfect form, and cocks her head, “See something you like, pretty?”

“Always, my love,” you smile widely and kiss her hand, “I’m just thinking, that’s all.”

“Hmm, about what we should make for dinner? I was thinkin’ chips, but that’s as far as I got.”

You laugh softly, “Your idea is as golden as ever, but I’m thinking about you, Kitten.”

She smiles and leans down to be next to you proper, “You flatter me, love. What’s on your mind exactly?”

Kitten begins to trace shapes on your bare arms, leaving goosebumps in her wake. You breathe in her signature Chanel scent, feeling it wash over your senses. You admire her like no other.

“Your beauty, your passion… your strength. You absolutely astound me, darling.”

Her head falls back in a loud laugh, reverberating throughout her body, “You’re such a sap! All I’ve done is sit here, and you say such sweet things.”

Eyes crinkling as you smile, you whisper to her, “I mean it, truly, Kitten. All these stories you’ve told me, I know you embellish every now and then, but you…”

You brush a blonde curl away from her face, “You’ve been through hell and back, and I just can’t believe you’re still so you.”

She begins to wrap her arms around you in a loose embrace and sighs softly, “I do tend to embellish, don’t I?”

“And I love it, you’re the best storyteller in this country,” she kisses your forehead as you speak, “You’ve been through it all, but you remain so optimistic. I wish I could have that superpower.”

As you whisper that last part, Kitten looks at you sadly, “Lover, it isn’t a superpower. Life is just too short to waste on silly little things like the past.”

You sit up, looking into her blue eyes, “I know that, but you make it seem so easy! I know that behind the scenes, it isn’t… but I cannot say enough just how proud I am of you, Kitten.”

She smiles, looking anywhere but your eyes, “You’re too good to me, (Y/N).”

“God, you really are a saint, aren’t you?” Shaking your head, you cup her cheek in your hand, “I’m not too good to you, darling. This is what love is supposed to be.”

She meets your gaze, eyes glistening in the dim light, “You’re an angel, aren’t you?”

Before you can even think of responding, she closes the gap and kisses you with the most gentle kiss imaginable. You smile into the kiss, still holding her face in your hand. The two of you become an entanglement of limbs, never once separating your respective lips. The idea of leaving to catch a breath seemed terrible, preposterous at best.

Despite that, Kitten inhales deeply as you two find yourself lacking oxygen.

“I love you, my (Y/N).”

You both share a look that can only be described as pure dedication, “I love you, my Kitten.”

[tinyfishtits]

Micah Bell, the same Micah Bell that receives little to no sleep every day, and probably sleeps on chairs and tables. Imagine that same Micah Bell being sent on a mission with whomever . They have to hide out in town, and in some dingy hotel with a semi-comfortable bed. This man receiving what would be one of the most comfortable rests in a long time.

Enjoy THAT FishTits🤭

😩 Micah deserves a comfy, good nights sleep and it’s my mission to give him such every chance I get… so here cowpoke, have some fluff

His chest pressed into my back, his breath hot on my neck as we both held the door to the little hotel room shut, listening for lawmen on the other side. It was chaos in the saloon below, a bloody bar fight turned shoot out. The sheriff and his cronies had shown up just moments ago to put an end to it all. We had managed to slip out unseen, but the mess downstairs would take all night to clean up at least. We were stuck.

“Won’t they come check the rooms?” I whispered, Micah’s face only inches from mine. He looked exhausted. We’d spent all day out in the unrelenting sun of the bayou, shooting up and robbing every raider camp we could find. Having stopped into Saint Denis purely to rest our bones for a moment and drown ourselves in whiskey, fighting our way out of the mess below had taken every last bit of energy we had and it showed.

“In a nice place like this?” He answered, stepping back from where we were huddled against the door and giving the room a proper once over. “No. They got enough to deal with downstairs.” Rubbing sleepily at his face he eyed the large bed in the center of the room and raised a brow at me. I knew that look.

“In your dreams, cowboy.” I scoffed, taking a seat across from the door. Despite his confidence in our safety here, there was no way I’d be able to rest as long as lawmen were just a few yards away. Let alone do anything else.“You should get some sleep though.” I added, stifling a yawn.

“If anyone’s gonna keep lookout it should be me.” He said, his stance challenging as he rested his hands on his hips and cocked his head at me. I just rolled my eyes.

“Save whatever bullshit you’re about to spew for later and rest.” I continued, standing and striding over to him, “We both know you never let yourself sleep for whatever stupid reason. So…” I pushed him back onto the bed, his heavily lidded eyes staring hungrily back at me. “Go to sleep!”

He groaned, seemingly torn between pouncing on me and sinking back into the plush mattress. The mattress won. By the time I made it back to my seat by the door he was already snoring. His legs dangled off the foot of the bed, arms sprawled out to either side taking up the entirety of the beds width. I’d never seen him look so peaceful before…

Despite my job to listen for lawmen, I found myself watching Micah as he drifted deeper and deeper into a sound, restful slumber. His eyes shook beneath their lids, golden lashes fluttering softly. His mouth twitched, the occasional snore or soft sigh escaping his lips. It hadn’t been more than ten minutes before I left my post and gently sat on the mattress at his side.

It was like watching a sleeping kitten. How they would run and play until their little legs couldn’t support them any longer. And they’d literally fall into sleep wherever they were, little limbs still twitching with unrest, sprawled out just as the gruff outlaw before me was. I found myself, before I’d even realized I’d moved, stroking his long hair from his face. He breathed a soft, sweet moan, nuzzling into my touch.

I sat with him for a while. Idly stroking his hair as I pondered what dreams flashed behind his busy eyes. Whether or not he was the kind of person to dream of the day he’d had, or perhaps he had an imagination none of us knew about, and it was fantastical images of faraway lands that lived buried in those bright blue eyes.

My daydreaming was interrupted by a soft whisper from his lips. “Stay…” I froze, unsure if he’d awoken. “…boy.” He continued, “Baylock..” He was dreaming… of his horse. “You’re such a big softy.” I laughed, resuming my petting of his hair when he suddenly rolled onto his side. One arm wrapped around my lap and his face buried into my hip as he curled into me, still fast asleep by the sound of his even, deep breaths

“Stay” he repeated. And though I knew the command wasn’t for me, I settled into the bed with him. “Shhh.” I hushed, as if calming my own restless horse. And fell into a deep sleep by his side, my post by the door fully forgotten wrapped up in his warmth.

I had, on occasion, booked myself hotel rooms while I was away from camp. Though even I had to admit the beds in Saint Denis were far superior than any I’d enjoyed further west. I wasn’t sure Micah had ever indulged himself with even that simple luxury. I didn’t even want to begin to imagine how sore he was, always slumped in chairs and drooped over hard wooden tables when he finally drank himself to sleep.

By the time rays of sunlight reached our tangled forms on the bed it was midday. We’d slept a good ten hours at least. A blanket was lazily strewn over us both, having somehow dragged ourselves to the middle of the bed during the night. Micahs arms were around me, still clad in his leather jacket, his face tucked into the crook of my neck, warm breath licking at the sensitive skin there.

I tried to wiggle free of his grasp but with every slight movement I made he squeezed me tighter against him. “Micah…” I whispered, his only answer a drowsy groan. “It’s nearly noon we-“

“Five more minutes…” his scratchy voice barely audible. Rolling my eyes I teased, “You sound like Jack.” his only retort was to squeeze me tighter, a long sigh escaping his lips. “Fine.” I whispered, pulling him even closer still and continued my lazy petting of his hair as his soft snores resumed. A deep yawn overcame me, “Five minutes…” I murmured into his hair, before sleep consumed me as well.

enjoy THAT vanderlindepounder 😌 not a dingy bed but eh, he deserves some luxury 🤠

If you liked this, check out my other Micah works!

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[sun-turner]

Finally completed a prompt for SVSSS Gotcha for Gaza! This was from KharaKillalla on Twitter, asking for some Nyanjiu and Qigou fluff (this is Devon Rex Shen Jiu and Saint Bernard Yue Qingyuan - I really thought the scrawny, suspicious-looking face of the rex and the big happy floppy body of the St Bernard fit them). Hope you enjoy!

[Image ID: several ink and colored pencil drawings of Shen Jiu and Yue Qingyuan as their animal counterparts, Nyan-jiu and Qi-gou. Nyanjiu is a slender and unfriendly white cat, while Qi-gou is a large and happy-looking Saint Bernard. Their portraits are shown in the first two pictures. The third picture is of their first meeting: puppy Qi-gou finds kitten Nyanjiu in a box, hiding in fear, and sticks his tongue out to show he is not scary. In the fourth picture, a grown-up Nyanjiu sits atop a barrel complaining about his day, while Qi-gou stretches on the ground and gazes at him lovingly. There is litter surrounding them - a fish skeleton, an apple core, and a food wrapper - implying they are strays. The fifth picture is just an ink drawing, and shows Qi-gou happily carrying a sleeping Nyanjiu on his back. The sixth picture is a cartoonish doodle of the two of them: Nyanjiu is stick-thin and furious, while Qi-gou is snowman-shaped and seems content. The final image is a sketchbook photo showing all the drawings together. /End ID.]

[lackadaisy-headcanon-supply-unit]

Hi I hope this isn't too much trouble but

Can you do a child rocky x child reader? (The reader has a younger sister in this) fluff to angst to fluff It's basically how rocky met reader and their sister as kids and then one day reader and their sister have to move (you can decide why if you want) and rocky gets sad by this but they meet again as adults working together at lackadaisy

(Hope this isn't too much)

I probably fudged a few things from canon here, so forgive me if anything is put in the wrong place in his timeline.

So imagine you’re Rocky for a moment. You’re bouncing between two households because your mom’s in and out of someplace you can’t go and your dad couldn’t be fucked to look after you. Aunt Nina’s great and all, Freckle’s swell, but you’re getting the wires crossed on what’s home and what’s temporary lodging. And then a kitten your age and her sister (Freckle’s age) move in next door.

Y/N and her family expected a welcoming party and boy did they get it. Aunt Nina baked a little something, dressed up her boy and her sister’s unfortunate little drifter and brought them over. Rocky kept up a  “prim and proper” facade until Y/N peered out from behind their parent’s leg and it was torn down in favour of talking at a mile a minute. Before Y/N likely knew what was happening they were invited outside and listening to Rocky lay the foundation for a pretend adventure story while his cousin looked sheepish and their sister was utterly enraptured.

His Designated Second Best Friend (second Only to Freckle, his Platonic Soulmate) having moved in, things started to become a little more solid for Rocky. Which is a good thing, because about as soon as he and Y/N declared each other best friends Nina got the news that his mother was gone, his father had vanished into thin air and custody of Rocky had gone to her.

So he was both uprooted and barely moved. Y/N and their sister sat with him at the wake held at Nina’s house, but he was a little confused and ashamed of himself because he hardly remembered his mother. She got sick when he was about four years old. Now seven, the only memories he had were foggy at best.

That was the start of a tough time for him. He acted out more often yet couldn’t understand why. He had anger outbursts that ended in grounding and forgot about them. Since whatever was going on upstairs couldn’t be diagnosed at the time, nobody had any idea what was going on in his furry little head. Yet Freckle and Y/N stuck by him through it, even after he shaved Freckle’s face and deliberately slammed Y/N’s tail in a door to see if he could break it. (They forgave him, but they also tucked in their tail or wore it in a belt for a little while after.)

Idle curiosity turning deadly aside, he was wonky but stable. Y/N’s family suddenly having to move away after a house fire was a hit to his morale, but he was fine. Yep, perfectly fine. Until he got kicked out. But that was fine too, because he could share letters with Freckle.

After spending a few years doing whatever the Hell he felt like and bouncing around from place to place (his favourite stint being at a circus), he was back in Saint Louis. Home sweet home.

He wound up in a speakeasy band as the violinist (and rum running part time). It wasn’t a bad gig, all things considered. It was nice to be able to improvise and not set everything on fire because of it, Zib gave him the leeway to go wild if he saw fit, it was nice to see the place fill up every night and the people liked tolerated noticed

Well, it was nice to see the place fill up. He even started picking out a familiar face here or there after a few months.

When Ivy started bringing a newly-of-college-age queen in with her, Rocky took notice. Something about the girl felt strangely familiar. Was it the bold glint in her eye that commanded adventure or the strange little lisp in her voice? Maybe she never grew out of it.

Ivy caught on to Rocky’s notice of her and dragged her over to meet him after a set…Along with a genderless feline whom Rocky would recognize anywhere. The rest of the pieces fell into place then and there.

The reunion between Y/N and Rocky was unfortunately cut short due to a silly little shootout over a few bottles, but the two got away safely so there’s no harm done. They’ll be back.

The thought of seeing Y/N and their sister again gives Rocky new appreciation for Lackadaisy. The place gave him a safe space, some friends acquaintances and even brought his best friend back to him.

[darlingsfandom]

https://www.tumblr.com/darlingsfandom/760534528903331840?source=share

Kitten on y/n's pussy when they are in the house whilst its snowing

We love Kitten!

TW: mommy kink, pussy eating, fingering and not proofread.

Winter was a beautiful time of the year, the snow , the decorations around the holidays, the fact in meant even more cuddling with kitten it was wonderful.

She was currently wandering around the house in her blue night gown making you chew the inside of your cheek. You were in bed before she came in with a cup of tea. She found you flipping through the tv channels to find something to keep the two of you entertained but nothing was catching your eye.

“You look bored darling…” Kitten ran her hand up your thigh as she leaned in to nibble on your ear.

“I… nothing good… is on..” your words stumbled out as kitten licked the shell of your ear.

“Then focus on me.” She purred into your ear while moving her hand between your thighs giving them a soft squeeze. Her fingers trailed up to the waist band of your pants and toyed with the string while her lips moved to the side of your neck. Kitten loved leaving love bites on your body, let everyone know that you’re hers! And truth be told you were whipped for her, you were her submissive in all ways possible.

Kitten turned off the tv, put the remote back in its spot because she knew it would drive you nuts otherwise. Her left hand continued to play with string while her right hand slid between your legs and rubbed your pussy through your pajama pants.

“Oh baby girl, you’re already feeling so wet and sticky for mommy.” Her words struck you hard. She knew how much it turned you on when she called herself mommy. You dared to look up into her soft blue eyes. “Tell me baby , have you been thinking dirty things today?” She teased.

“Uh huh!” You nodded while she slid her hand inside of your pants to feel the wet spot on your panties but to her surprise you didn’t have any panties on at all.

“Baby girl! You’re not wearing panties! I remember you putting some on before bed… why don’t you have any on?” She questioned while ghosting her finger tips along your pussy.

“They were wet when I woke up mommy!”

“Oh pretty girl! Did you have a wet dream?”

“Yes mommy!” Her index finger slipped inside of you making you gasp.

“Tell mommy about it baby, I know you remember it.”

Kitten continued to finger you gently making it hard for you to concentrate. Your mouth opened to speak but no words came out because how could you say anything with her fingers making you feel so good.

“It .. you! Was you!” You babbled out.

“What about me baby girl?” Kitten pulled her fingers out and licked them before putting them in your mouth. “Tell mommy.” She pulled them back out which made you whine. “Now baby, you can’t talk with your mouth full.” She wiped her drool covered fingers across your lips before pulling down your pants with you lifting your hips to help her.

“It was you eating me out! I love when you eat me out.” The words finally came out quickly and kitten raised her eyebrow at you.

“Sweetie, I ate you out last night. Greedy little girl. Always wanting mommy’s tongue in her pussy is that it? Hmm? Answer me baby.” She squeezed your cheeks together making you look her in the eye.

“Yes mommy! Greedy girl!” You nodded while she held your face. A wicked smirk appeared on her lips as she settled between your legs and spread them as wide as she could without hurting you.

“My greedy little girl ! Already so wet and clenching around nothing just aching for me.” Kitten always knew what to say to get you going. Her head dipped down as she laid on her tummy to line her tongue up with your cunt. She waisted no time in licking at your cunt. She spread your folds open with her fingers so she could lick deep inside of you. Your hands gripped onto the sheets as you watched her through hooded eyes enjoying the pleasure she was giving.

Kitten loved to give you pleasure! By making you feel good it made her feel good. Her tongue lapped over you slowly so she could enjoy your sweet taste. You were her tasty little treat that she could eat over and over and never grow tired. Truth be told she loved eating you out no matter what or when, if she wanted your pussy… you gave her your pussy.

“Mommy!” Your whine made her look up at you through her lashes.

“What’s wrong baby? Is mommy going to make you cum already?” She mocked you lovingly.

“Yeah!”

“Yeah?” She repeated with a pout before going right back it. You pushed her head further against her cunt making her moan into you. Her fingers worked you over while her nose nudged against your clit. You stayed still as possible until you felt her arms wrap around your thighs and pull you as close as possible so she could devour you. Kitten was addicted to your pussy. She was lapping as fast as she could making your thighs shake against her head, you were her own porn star with the way you were panting and moaning with your fingers pulling on her curls, how she got so lucky to have you? She doesn’t know but she’s thankful for you.

“Mommy please!” Tears swelled at the corner of your eyes from the built up pleasure aching inside of you. You’ve been wanting to cum for at least five minutes but you wanted her to keep going.

“Please what baby?” She mumbled into your pussy.

“Need to cum! Please let me cum mommy!” Your voice was breaking as your thighs started clenching.

“Cum for mommy baby, be my good girl… Oh look at you baby! “

“MOMMY” your orgasm ripped through you fast , your thighs wrapped around her head keeping her in place as your juices oozed onto her tongue. Kitten moaned into you , licking up your cum as fast as it was leaving you. She was savoring the taste of you until you finally collapsed against the bed with a loud huff before a giggle escaped your lips.

“Good girl. My good girl.” Kitten licked her lips as she got back up and kissed you gently allowing you to taste yourself as you ran your hands down her back to pull her closer. The two of you stayed in the same position for awhile until she moved to help you up.

“Would you look at that baby girl!” She placed her hands on your waist while pointing to the window. Fresh snow was falling from the sky as the two of you stood there watching it, Kitten kissed the top of your head while she held you tightly because of your wobbly legs. This was peace, the peace she had always longed for and with you she has finally found it .

[jacklucian2000]

Serennedy fluff ♡

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Leon placed a hand on Luis’s shoulder.

“You’re up.” Leon said softly. His voice was tired but he noticed his love’s distress and spoke with gentle words.

“I had a nightmare.” Luis responded tartly.

“You did?” Luis revealed the small kitten in his arms. The small baby tussled with Luis’s hair. Even the happy baby couldn’t snap Luis out of his somber mood.

“When I left Valdelobos I- I- ¿Como de dice molesta?”

“Uhh annoying?”

“Mmm.” Luis shifted positions. “Well I had hate for Catholicism. I rejected the church and sinned.”

“Sinned? What did you do?” Leon bought into what he assumed was what he was supposed to ask but instead Luis shot him down.

“Actions I regret. I wore Catholic jewelry as a decoration y nada mas. When I returned to Valdelobos my home was taken over. I had to help but instead I participated in a bad organization. All the nights I paid for Saint-”

“Prayed.” Leon corrected.

“I prayed for Saint Michael. For Saint Michael to save us. To save my village.” Luis sighed. “God saved me and my friends. I prayed to Saint Francis Leon, I prayed and now this baby is the last. I really prayed the orange baby would live. Oré mucho a Dios y a sus santos y aún así no me escucharon. ¿Por qué? ¿Por qué tienen que morir? ¿Por qué? ¿Por qué? Solo quiero estos gatitos vivos.”

“God never listens to prayers.”

“Or Francis is taking care of my babies in heaven. He led them to past the curly gates.”

“Pearly.”

“Pearly Gates. I’m tired baby. Let’s sleep.” Leon kissed Luis’s forehead. “I love you.”

“Te amo.” Leon pulled Luis in close.

[ao3feed-brucewayne]

Like Cats and Dogs

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/K96H7v4 by bajuwa In a world where soulmates are represented by animal familiars, Clark wonders if his soulmate is a cat. A literal domesticated feline animal that one could get from the pet store and not just a person with some cat-like personality traits. There’s no other explanation as to why his familiar acts like every single asshole cat meme to ever exist. Then again, maybe this isn’t even a familiar at all. Maybe Kryptonians don’t get familiars. Maybe they manifest demons that slowly torture them in their slow descent towards hell. On the off chance his soulmate is a real human being, well… He would never tell his mother this, she raised him too well, but sometimes Clark wishes his soulmate’s familiar was making him feel just as miserable. --- Bruce peels his eyes away from the monitors to look down at the menace on his lap and barely contains a look of disgust. Big blue eyes stare up at him as he rests his chin on Bruce’s thigh, and as their eyes meet, the pathetic, whimpering little whines are replaced by excited huffs, the clickity clack of dancing paws on concrete, and the rhythmic thumping of his tail hitting the leg of the table. Why does it have to be so needy and cuddly all the time? Words: 1441, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Fandoms: Superman - All Media Types, Batman - All Media Types Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: M/M Characters: Clark Kent, Bruce Wayne, Daily Planet Employees (DCU), Justice League (DCU), Alfred Pennyworth, Dick Grayson, Martha Kent, Lois Lane Relationships: Clark Kent/Bruce Wayne Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Soulmates, Soulmates, Soulmate Daemons, Enemies to Lovers, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Partners to Lovers, Slow Burn, Bruce Wayne Knows Clark Kent is Superman, Clark Kent Knows Bruce Wayne is Batman, Bruce Wayne Acts Like a Sad Wet Cat, i can't believe that's already a tag, but he acts more like a spicy kitten in this one, Clark Kent Acts Like a Happy Little Pupper, Bruce Wayne Has Issues, Bruce Wayne is Bad at Feelings, Clark Kent Needs a Hug, Clark Kent is So Done, Bruce Wayne Makes Bad Decisions, Bruce Wayne Admits When He's Wrong, Bruce Wayne Makes Things Right, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Learning how to handle your partners insecurities by becoming a furparent, Fluff, Fluff and Angst, Fluff and Humor, Humor, Attempt at Humor, Rated T for language, People gossip about potential domestic abuse but there is absolutely none of that I swear, Alfred Pennyworth is a Saint, Alfred Pennyworth ships SuperBat, Dick Grayson is a Ray of Sunshine, Dick Grayson is Bruce Wayne's Unofficial Therapist read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/K96H7v4

[silkenblankets]

Bow For Me

Day #2 - Hazel

cw;; institutionalized slavery, nothing else, just fluff!

Lula was on the ground, walking beside me hand in hand. She seemed engulfed in her own little project, trying to take steps by placing one shoe perfectly in front of the other. Needless to say, we were walking rather slowly. What else did I expect when walking with a toddler?

I felt much calmer then I did about an hour ago. I didn’t know much about outdoor survival, but I did understand one thing, water will be my protection. I found a river, and I am currently placing my entire trust into the soft trickle.

The sound of running water was so relaxing.., I felt rather… calm. It felt like my thoughts were collected, everything was slowly drifting back to normal like snowflakes falling from the sky.

Lula was my center, and my gravity would naturally drift around her.

“Mamma!” Lula exclaimed, clumsily outreaching her hand. She didn’t quite grasp the concept of a ‘point’ yet, so it was simply a fist thrusted into the air. She was motioning to a squirrel that ran across our path, and I couldn’t help but let out a little smile.

Why was I even panicking earlier? I was free.

I crouched down onto Lula’s level, pulling her in close. She leaned onto me, entangling a hand into my hair. I let out a little gasp, pointing at the tree the squirrel had scampered up to.

“Was that a squirrel Lula?” I asked her eagerly, and she replied with an equally excited nod. She seemed a bit shy, but I could see it in her eyes. She wanted to grab the squirrel.

Lula has always loved soft textures, ever since she was a few days old. She would rub on my jackets, rub on blankets, everything soft she could get her hands on— she would hold. In the rodent’s case, the squirrel’s tail looked as fluffy as a collared coat. She just had to have it.

I didn’t see any issues with letting the antsy body free. I let her run up to the tree, and she ran with the fastest waddle. She placed her palms on the bark, looking up and bouncing her knees. The only sounds leaving her throat were giggles before she voiced her frustration.

“Mamma, the tiny cat poofed!”

Lula was obsessed with cats. I’ve never had an animal before, but a barn cat appeared on our property last Christmas, and Lula was properly impressed. I hadn’t expected her to be so gentle, but her hands worked so delicately as she grazed the back of the kitten with the knuckles of her hand. She looked up at me with the brightest eyes, wondering why we had to own incredibly human, hairless pets that she couldn’t talk to instead of the soft blue-eyed feline that stood before her.

She had spent all day with that cat, but when I put her to bed that night the cat had left. I was relieved, my husband was not known as a saint to animals. The only negative was when Lula came running out to the barn in the morning. I watched her heart sink. It was heartbreaking.

I crouched down next to my daughter, brushing her hair back out of her eyes and tucking it behind her ears. “It’s okay honey, he ran away because squirrels don’t like humans. They’re big and scary!”

This seemed to have upset Lula a bit. “I’m not big and scary…” she murmured, her eyebrows knitted to create a little line in her forehead.

I gave her a kiss on the cheek, getting up onto my feet. “Oh baby, you’re the further from big and scary. It’s just that squirrels are wild animals, they’d even run away from a kitten!”

Lula’s face grew surprised. “Even a super cute kitten?”

“Even a super cute kitten.”

Lula seemed content with my answer, holding up a hand to wave to the squirrel in the tree. “Sorry I’m so big and scary, bye skr-owl!”

I laughed as I took her hand. She was trying her best, but I could help it. “Squirrel!”

“Squirrel…” she pondered to herself underneath her breath.

My bet was that she wanted a pet squirrel now. Unfortunately, that wouldn’t be possible, but with my newfound freedom, I want to get a cat.

My relationship with pets has always been rocky. They’re an entire race of people that I couldn’t interact with. My father never wanted me to interact with our childhood pets, and the same occurred with Bernard. How would I even talk to a pet? I don’t know, the concept is to taboo to me.

Besides, I didn’t want pets anymore, with their nervous and eager-to-please natures. I didn’t want a pet that very clearly had a human conscious, I wanted a little kitty who was content laying around and meowing angrily when I was late giving food. I’m sure Lula wanted the same.

Even if I didn’t get a cat, I just wanted Lula, and I could take on the world. Or- well- the gas station that was positioned in the distance.

[bitchlessdino]

Hi, can I have a request? 😇

You now how Mingyu in the last GoSe episode talked about how him and Soonyoung aren't good match (like personality)?

I was wondering about how would it be being in poly relationship with these two. 🤔

Pairing: soonyoung x afab!reader x mingyu

Genre: fluff, slice of life, smut

Word count: 800ish

tags: a lot background, domesticity, smut eventually, bisexual polycule, oral (giving and receiving), pet names, whiny gyu, teasing soonyoung, bossy soonyoung, pussy slapping

author note: I was stuck on how to approach this bc i was wracking my brain on whether I should try a new method like bullet pointing the details or write full thing, so how I decided to structure this a combination of how I've been answering requests lately and how i normally write fic. hopefully, this all makes sense. Enjoy!

Hoshi and Mingyu couldn’t be any more different from each other. Dating both of them is like owning both a dog and a cat. The dog is Mingyu who is loyal, loving, and overbearingly sweet, however, his breed would be Saint Bernard with how big and clumsy he is. With his size, his strength causes him to drop things left and right, causing nonfunctioning household appliances, and occasionally a frustrating Soonyoung that falls victim to his boyfriend's obstructive mistakes.

That did not make Soonyoung perfect either. If Mingyu was a dog, Soonyoung is the most hyperactive cat you have ever met. He's the type to really push and pull when he wants, meaning some days or hours of the day all he wants is affection, other times he's very self-involved and absorbed in his own interests. Those days when he's distracted, he's forgetting things like Mingyu making dinner at home when he decides brings home takeout.

You admit fights happen sometimes. It's inevitable with these two. Some days topics would vary from the type of movie playing for movie nights (Soonyoung loves his romantic comedies, while Mingyu was always interested in something jam-packed and exciting), to the contrast in cleanliness between the two (Soonyoung doesn’t even know where the vacuum is stored in the apartment).

Luckily, serious fights were rare and easy to make up since you play such a neutral role. You often found yourself to be one of the mediators in those situations and were thought to be a voice of reason. No matter how big the conflict got, no matter the length, the volume, or the reason, there was always a resolution. So as fun as a poly relationship may be, it's not a perfect science and that's fine. It was exciting because it was unconventional, yet at the same time, as loving as another monogamous relationship.

The sex, however, that you can't get from a relationship that wasn’t polygamy.

“Holy shit, baby, you’re so wet.”

Your excitement drips from Soonyoung’s finger like nectar, oozing more when you see him catch their sheen from his fingers into his mouth. You audibly moan at the scene, vibrating around the cock wedged in your mouth, causing its owner to jolt in place. With his knees bent in the pillows and gripping the bed frame for balance, Mingyu lets out a weak gasp, grabs you by the head, and shoves his cock far in your mouth just to get you to shut up. “‘Young, do not do that. I almost busted in her mouth.”

Soonyoung scoffs, “You talking to me again? What happened to being mad at me?”

The shorter man flicks a slick finger up your slit, hearing your whimpers ensue, causing Mingyu’s cock to twitch again in your mouth. The taller man gnash at his bottom lip to hold back his moan, glaring at his boyfriend who was smiling like the devil. “F-fuck you.”

“He doesn’t mean that, kitten,” Soonyoung averts his attention to you, eyes batting at you with feigned innocence, “He just can’t think with your pretty mouth around his cock.”

Soonyoung pushes two digits deep inside your prep cunt, your whines like music, and he feels your hips buck up in his direction, hungry for Soonyoung to move already. He thoughtfully moves inside you, twisting them, and plays with you gently. Drool seeps out of your mouth. Your legs slightly flail, clenching around his fingers while simultaneously trying to play the part for Mingyu. The man with his hands in your hair holds you with great care. He pulls the hair away from your face, seeing your eyes watch him with sincere eyes, bobbing down on him like you have a million times (which maybe you did).

“I really can’t,” Mingyu grunts, he caresses the side of your cheek, holding its warmth,“Soonyoung make her cum already.”

Sooyoung slows down on purpose, agonizing his partner’s poor pussy. You whine relentlessly, and Mingyu follows, feeling himself about to fill your mouth to the brim with his scorching cum. The blonde looks at them both. “Tell me how much you want it, Pup. I want to know how much you want Kitten to cry around your cock.”

“The fuck?” Mingyu retorts.

Soonyoung lands a tight slap to the eager cut, noticing you clench around to nothing, as you again vibrate around Mingyu’s cock, the poor man moaning loud enough to echo the room. “You piec–Come on, baby. Cry around my cock, hmm?”

“Not enough. Tell them you want to see their pretty face fucked out while we fill both their holes.”

“Mmh, baby doll. Love. I want to see you be good for ‘Young and me. Be a pretty toy for us while we fuck your cunt and mouth nice and good, Okay? Can you do that for me? For us?”

You nod at the taller man, earning a pat on the head. Mingyu smiles down at you sweetly, lightly grasping your chin, happy to have this brief moment to yourselves until Soonyoung once again interrupts. The older man pulls himself up to drag the articles of clothing off his lower body, the angry throbbing cock catching your eye in an instant, internally begging for that to be inside you.

“We can’t keep our puppy waiting now, can we kitten?”

[ggukkiereads]

Hello!! Just a few days ago I stumble upon your blog and I'm wondering if you have some recommendations for Hybrid AUs, much appreciated if it is an OT7 and completed, but if so I will still be so thankful. (I just need some cure from the stress that modules brings) Thank You in Advance (◍•ᴗ•◍)❤

🌷 Hello! welcome to my mini fic-reading land. I’ve actually received asks for Hybrid AUs (I pinned the requests in the navi) but I just have a very messy draft.

But to help you with your stress, I think I can share a few of my ongoing reads (sorry they won’t be complete but they’re OT7). But, I added completed ones I could remember too (●'◡'●)

*note: will edit this later and organize this per member - maybe add other fics I’ll remember*

Fic Recs | BTS Hybrid AUs

→ A Place Called Home @agustdakasuga -  OT7 x Reader

series [27/27] | 88k | Hybrid AU, Poly AU, Soulmate AU, Romance Humor | Fluff

Having saved your own injured hybrid, you were determined to try and help any other hybrid that crossed your path who needed saving. But being a vet in a small hospital wasn’t enough for you. You wanted to do more, you wanted to make a difference. You wanted to give them a home.

→  If I Can Never Give You Peace @candlewaxandp0lar0ids - Jungkook x Reader

series [3/?] | 17.6k+ | Mafia AU, Enemies to Lovers | A (so far)

It starts like quite a few stories do, in your world. Girl meets boy, who happens to be a hybrid, girl buys him at an auction where hybrids are sold, boy falls in love with her, girl gets bored of him. Then it’s not so typical anymore, when the boy ends up forced into illegal fighting rings, until he makes a wrong move and her father decides he needs to be killed.

Where does that leave you? Well, you’re the one who handled Jungkook’s fight and generally organized his life, and, when the girl’s father, your boss and mafia leader, tells you he wants him ‘put down’, you’re the one who has to get it done. Except, instead, you let him escape, and everything turns out fine.

🌷ggukkienote: I am so hooked on this (because I am a sucker for Mafia AUs too). This is such a great story and the OC is really different from the usual OCs. Very interesting.

→  Eunoia @wishesunderthestars -  OT7 x Reader

series [15/?] | 100k+ (I just assumed this, masterpost doesn’t have wc but it’s 6k per chapter or more?) | Director!Reader, hurt/comfort | fluff, eventual smut

You are a world famous director and you have dedicated your life to your job. You have everything you could ever dream of; wealth, recognision, talent, your friends and family. But loneliness ins’t cured by success. So what happens when you somehow rescue seven hybrids? Can they fill the void?

→  Restitution @cloudteawrites - OT7 x Reader

series [7/?] | 48k+ | slow burn, poly, mystery, romance

when an estranged uncle leaves you his massive fortune you wonder if the universe is playing a joke on you. when that fortune comes with seven hybrids, you know for sure that it is.

→ Lacuna @barbika1508 - Jungkook x Reader

series [42/42] | 324.3k | Hybrid AU, check for TW | Fluff, Angst, Smut

Lacuna - (n.) a blank space, a missing part

Y/N just wanted to go back home, to enjoy her peace and quiet away from problems and people. But typically, her luck strikes as she stumbles upon a horrific scene of two guys mistreating an already beaten down hybrid. Will she take matters into her own hands and help him? Or let someone else help along the way???

🌷 This is on AO3 and I got a recent ask about author’s tumblr.  So if you prefer AO3 you can check their profile

→ A Hundred Percent Human by wrienne- OT7 x Reader

series [12/?] | 88k+ | Hybrid AU, fluff, angst, smut |

In which you (reader) are forced to take care of seven hybrids in a twist of fate. Drunk and down on life, you finally decide to deal with the house and the unsavory business your mother left behind. However, to your shock, you find that seven very different hybrids are included with both the house - and the business. Seven hybrids you never even met before - even less agreed to take care of.

🌷 This is on AO3. I don’t normally reco AO3 since my blog is focused on tumblr fics but someone sent an ask about this so I’m including it

→ Inferiority Complex @starlightauroras-writes - Jimin x Reader

series [10/?] | 88k+ | political themes, themes of abuse (hybrids) | A, S

You had never liked hybrids. You disagreed with their very existence, and you never wanted to have anything to do with them. And then one day, you discovered a hybrid who was more scared of you than you were of him, and everything changed as you realised you were the only hope he had…

→ Sanctuary @chimchimsauce - Jimin x Reader

series [16/16] | 20k |  Wolf Hybrid!Jimin, Barista!OC, feat sanctuary staff Taehyung, hurt/comfort | F, A

YN is a young girl, bright and ambitious, but due to her busy schedule, she's been unable to make any real friends. When an ad for Saint Mary's Sanctuary catches her attention, she never expected her life to be changed by a certain hybrid named Jimin.

→  Summer Nights @marginalmadness - Jungkook x Reader

series [4/4] | 23k | Hybrid!Fantasy, Romance | F, S

A freak weather anomaly leads to a chance encounter with a rabbit-hybrid, and your kind nature results in you gaining a small, fluffy lodger, who questions your taste in television shows. It’s won’t be for long...will it?

→  Risk it All @/httpjeon - Jungkook x Reader

series [5/5] | 8.3k  | hybrid au, alpha wolf!jungkook | A, F, S

ripped from your family, you find yourself in a warehouse filled with predators. just your luck, you’re right across from a caged alpha wolf.

🌷 (I linked Chapter 5 because for some reason others couldn’t find this chapter so they thought it’s still incomplete)

→  Outro Love is Not Over @kiirokero - Hoseok x Reader

series [12/?] |  Daycare Teacher!Hoseok x Single Mom!Reader

You are the single mother of a beautiful 6-year-old golden retriever hybrid who you named Yunho.  But you’re a human.  You can’t show him the ropes of being a hybrid, and you can’t teach him things the other moms can.  So, when a handsome German Shepard hybrid comes into your life, helping you and guiding Yunho in a way you can’t, you can’t help the cozy home he sets up in your heart.

→  It Takes Two To Make A Thing Go Right @imaginethisbts - TaeKook x Reader

two shot [2/2] | 11k | dom/sub themes, heat cycles | S

What’s better than one dogboy lover? Two dogboy lovers. But when Tae and Jungkook seem unusually clingy, it can only mean one thing. That time of the month has snuck up on you and your dogboy lovers do not want to share.

🌷 Also try their other Jungkook hybrid series Out of the Blue

→  Peculiar Park @daydreamindollie -  OT7 x Reader

series [9/?] | 38k+ | imagines, slice of life | Writer!Reader, Psychologist!Reader, imagines | fluff

you’re a successful hybrid writer and psychologist who takes in seven hybrids on one stormy night after finding one of their pack stealing from your garden

→ Yeouiju @nomseok - Namjoon x Reader

one shot | 33.7k | Mythical AU, Hybrid AU (if you squint), suspense | A, F, S

you find an ancient stone in the middle of the mountains and bring it home with you, oblivious to the consequences of taking a dragon’s yeouiju.

→ Beautiful Stranger @/nomseok - Taehyung x Reader

one shot | 19k | circus AU | A, S, F

your dream is to take care of animals for the rest of your life in the big city, making sure that they’re cared for. but you stumble upon a malnourished, rare tiger in your local circus, and you can’t help but want to take care of him.

→ Evolution of You and I @readyplayerhobi - Jimin x Reader

one shot | 10.2k | kind of epistolary (letters), chat, childhood friends | F

For 15 years, Park Jimin has been in your life in some form. From childhood penpal’s to the closest of friends now, you can’t imagine your life without him even if you’ve never actually met him in person. It doesn’t help that you’ve fallen for him, even across the distance that separates you. But what happens when you finally meet up and you discover he’s been keeping something secret?

→  Fish are Friends @httpjeon - Taehyung x Reader

one shot | 10.2k | seahorse hybrid!taehyung | A, S, F

after moving to the seaside, there is a dreadful storm. when all is clear, a man washes up on shore…only he isn’t quite human.

🌷 you know seahorses mate for life and it’s the male that gets pregnant? Interesting huh

→  Pink Panther @gimmesumsuga - Seokjin x Reader

one shot | 13k | boss-employee | F, S

The one where your boss, Kim Seokjin, tries to show you how beautiful you are.

→  Ragdoll @ausblack - Jimin x Reader

series [17/17] | Hybrid AU, College AU | F, A

As you were studying to obtain your medical & veterinary degree, your professor came up with the idea of organizing an internship - where you found yourself side by side with a sick hybrid that needed nothing other that complete care.

→  Jagged + Catnap  @opaljm - Jimin x Reader

one shot + sequel | 18k |  jaguar/black panther!jimin, sand dune cat!reader, mutual pining, friends to lovers, established relationship (sequel)| S, F, slight A

The pretty little sand cat hybrid Jimin has been in love with for the past year experiences her first heat and Jimin would love nothing more than to be the one to guide her through it and breed her with his kittens.

🌷 there’s also a possible spin-off for Taehyung (Eye of the Tiger)

→  Owner @jessikahathaway - Jungkook x Reader

series [6/?] | 17.4k | Fake Dating AU, Hybrid AU, based on Kimi Wa Petto (Japanese anime) | F, S, A

With your mother hounding on you (no pun intended), you decided to get a little help from a hybrid, who was also in need of assistance.

→ Loving Him Was Red + Somewhere Only We Know @userseok - Jungkook x Reader

series [3/?] | 12.8k+ | enemies to lovers, childhood friends (sorta), college au, jock!jungkook, unrequited love (for OC) | S, F, A

you’ve been chasing after jungkook for years. after a harsh verbal altercation between both of you, you decide to leave him alone and pursue a relationship with someone who seems genuinely interested in you, thinking he would never return your feelings.

I would like to recommend the catalog of these writers:

@ditttiii - so I realize I’m following them on AO3 when I realized the fics looked familiar 🤭. They have an ongoing series called Enchanted to Meet You which you might want to check out if you like Soulmate AUs too! I recently reblogged a Jungkook two-shot comfort fic (hybrid au too) so I recommend going through their masterlist!

@aroseforyoongi - who I discovered because of Gossamer (KTH). It was completed but I think it’s up for re-write/re-post? You can try the others:

Navy Blue - Jungkook [completed]

Forever Yours - Yoongi [one shot, prequel to Navy Blue]

Let Me Love You- Jungkook [one shot]

@magicalsalamander - another favorite author of mine I just feel like I’m reading a great tale every time I start on a series or one shot. They have great fics with supernatural themes too

Rabbit on the Moon - Jungkook | if you’re in the mood for police officer Jungkook [6/6]

The Act of Persuasion - Seokjin | if you are in the mood for Single Dad AU x Arranged Marriage too [one shot]

Firefly that Guards the Fox - Taehyung | if you are in the mood for mystery [11/12 - just epilogue left]

Kitten’s Little Flame - Yoongi | if you like BF to Lovers between dragon and a cat [6/6]

There’s more so please check their Masterlist

@hollyhomburg - I just love Of Fire and Love (hello dragon!yoongi and baby!jungkook? 🥺) But you can check:

their masterlist of all their hybrid fics

Dance to This series which I’ve added to fic recs based on an ask about stories that include members/readers with disability.

Don’t care if it Hurts - Jimin | this is probably my favorite (again I’m a sucker for Mafia AUs) , guard dog hybrid!jimin [12/13, just epilogue]

@angelicyoongie - I got hooked after reading their stories on AO3 but they have tumblr too! Check their masterlist for ongoing hybrid fic (Abundance - OT7)  but these are completed ones:

Desolate - Yoongi, grumypy cat hybrid [14/14]

Out of the Woods - Namjoon, wolf hybrid, strangers to lovers [3/3]

@worldwidebt7 - if you like webtoons! I read parts of Jungkook’s webtoon and I think currently we’re on Yoongi’s story. Access it here

@jincherie - One of the first hybrid fics I remember encountering is Inheritance (MYG). Other fics:

Perihelion - Hoseok, college, roommate, enemies [2/?]

Butterfingers - Namjoon, teacher au, this is cuuuute READ IT if you’re looking for something fluffy [one shot]

4 o’ clock - Taehyung, single dad au (I included this in the singel dad fic recs too) [3/?]

Under the Bridge - Jungkook, found jungkook under the bridge [one shot]

@whitesparrows97 - a writer I discovered because of a Yoongi soulmate fic but I found that they also have other hybrid fics:

Cat’s Cradle - Yoongi, bestfriend [5/5]

Underdog - Taehyung, shifter, brought home what she thought a stray dog [5/5]

@foxymoxynoona - and what would my reco be without foxymoxy? So they have tumblr but their works are on AO3. I’ve listed their current works here but I didn’t include their completed works which are must-reads:

Sugar Fairy - Jungkook, mating, adopted hybrids [48/48]

A Sea of Indigo - Jungkook, ex-fighter [48/48] ⭐⭐⭐

@therealmintedmango - They have a whole masterlist of their hybrid!au fics. I recently finished Kingdom Come and I always remember Jimin from King (for some reason)

@joonbird - check their Zodiac Hybrid Masterlist of one shot per member

There are more (usually one shot per member) but I’ll probably put them in another Fic Rec List for Hybrid AUs. Sorry this list is kind of all over the place (not even organized per member 🤭). But good luck with your modules and I hope these help!

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