#a lovable lap cat

[soulinkpoetry]

Both animals are in me , a ferocious lioness and a soft and fluffy lap cat. It’s up to you which one you summon.

[welcome-to-green-hills]

Out of all of the Fluffer Puppers which one is the most cat coded?

KITTY!

[ladytanithia]

This is my handsome grey boyfriend, who I have affectionately dubbed Talvas (even though he doesn't have red eyes). 💜

[dilemmaontwolegs]

The Taste of Temptation {2} || DR3

Pairing: Daniel Ricciardo x fem!reader Summary: Back by popular demand...possessive Daniel and his kitten who keeps getting into trouble thanks to the other drivers. Warnings: 18+ only, NSFW, age gap (13 years) reader is 20, smut, anal, cream pie, bj, cumplay WC: 5.6k F1 Masterlist Story: One || Two || Three || Four || Five Snapshots One || Two || Three || Four || Five

Round 13 - Belgium “This is a good thing, babe.” Danny didn’t believe your words as he pulled you onto his lap. “People see my uniform and immediately dislike me because we are always seen escorting you guys to the stewards. The fans blame us for your penalties.”

“I get why they want to do this, but why does it have to be you,” he grumbled.

“Maybe it’s because I’m so lovable,” you suggested as you pouted and did your best impression of puppy eyes. “Who could hate this face?”

Daniel finally rewarded you with a smile as he traced your lips with his thumb. “Fine, but if I have to watch you play show pony then there’s something I get to do first.”

You were running late thanks to Danny and your thighs were slick beneath your skirt as you marched quickly through the paddock to where the FIA’s PR team were waiting. He had thoroughly enjoyed watching you leave his room, knowing what a mess he had made under your skirt and that he was keeping your panties hostage. He promised he would return them after you had finished recording the interviews with McLaren and Alpine. 

“Why didn’t you jump over it?” Lando greeted as he spotted you eye up the metal barrier before deciding to walk the long way around.

“I’m in a skirt, genius.”

“Hasn’t stopped you before,” he shot back before giving you a friendly side hug. “I’m surprised he let you do this.”

You laughed but realised what a mistake it was as you clenched your legs together, more of his cum leaking from your pussy. “It wasn’t without conditions. Before you ask, just don’t.”

Lando wrinkled his nose and shook his head. “Ew. Wasn’t going to.”

“Sure…” You rolled your eyes and was grateful that Oscar arrived so the Instagram Live feature could begin.

“What would you rather…eat brussel sprouts for the rest of your life or live in Logan’s childhood bedroom?”

“Who came up with these questions? Did your fans really send these in or are you making this up?” you asked as you pressed the back of your hand to your forehead while you considered the choices of the latest take. “Can I at least call him and ask about it? Because I’m not a fan of brussel sprouts but if he had the American flag hanging on his wall above his bed then it’s a hard pass.”

“What about my room?” Oscar offered instead.

Lando laughed behind his hand. “You had pictures of Danny on your wall so she would obviously choose that.”

Though it was no secret among the drivers that you were dating Daniel, it wasn’t something that was publicised and you narrowed your eyes at Lando before Oscar drew the attention to himself.

“Mate, what are you talking about?” Oscar joked, “I still do.”

Lando lost it and crumpled over laughing, almost taking you down with him as he clung to your arm. “Next question, next question,” he begged between the belly laughs that triggered your own and you pressed your thighs together as tight as possible. 

Just when you thought you had recovered Oscar picked up the next card and he pressed his lips together as he tried to compose himself. “I think Doohan sent this one in...Cats or dogs?” 

One look from Lando was all it took. 

“Don’t you say it,” you warned as his lips twitched. “Don’t you dare. There are children watching.”

Lando’s eye flickered to the side where Esteban and Pierre were laughing as they waited for their turn before he looked at the camera. “Doggy…” It was almost impossible to tell what he said as it turned to a high-keening screech of a laugh before he fell onto Oscar for support. 

“Oh my god, I don’t know this guy, never met him before in my life,” you rambled as you sidled out of the camera’s view before losing it yourself. “Fucking hell, Lando!”

The producer looked at you and shook his head. “Still live, Y/N.”

“Ahhh, my bad. Just give me a minute,” you wheezed as you walked off and found a bathroom. You wanted to curse Daniel for the ‘gift’ he had given you as you washed away the streaks of cum that ran down your thighs but you loved when he owned you. It wouldn’t have taken much longer for it to reach below your skirt and then the entire world would have seen the evidence.

If you thought the interview with McLaren took a turn, it was nothing compared to Alpine. The two Frenchmen were completely unhinged compared to the more innocent McLaren drivers and they knew exactly what they were doing with their turn of phrase. 

“What do you enjoy more, overtaking on a straight or a corner?” you asked as you bent the question card nervously. 

“Easy. Straight,” Esteban answered first. “You get to go faster and push harder.”

“Ah, yeah,” Pierre agreed with a nod. “I know what you mean. But I like a tight corner because you have to control yourself on the entry or you could hurt yourself but once you’re in you can push the limits too.” He demonstrated the ‘corner’ overtake with his fingers, curling two digits suggestively and winked at the camera.

“Is there a priest in the paddock?” you asked as you hid behind the cue card. “These two boys need God.”

You saw the smirk on Pierre’s face before he opened his mouth and you jumped in front of him, clamping a hand over his lips. “That was not an invitation to make a joke about missionary or praying on your knees or whatever other dirty thought crossed your mind. Got it?”

“Got it,” he laughed as your hand fell away and he turned you to face the camera that was still streaming. “You did it for me.”

The frustrated sound you made only caused more laughter and you tossed the remaining question cards into the air. “I think that’s enough torturing me for one day. If you need therapy after watching this like I do, feel free to send the bill to Alpine HQ in Enstone; care of Pierre Gasly.”

You closed your eyes as you leaned against the door to Danny’s room, taking a few deep breaths as you readied yourself to face him knowing he had watched the live feed. You didn’t expect him to suddenly open the door, and you tumbled back into his arms with a surprised squeak.

“I was on my way to find you, kitten,” he whispered as his arms enveloped you and he stepped back, taking you with him as he kicked the door closed again. He walked you to the small bathroom and laced his finger with yours, turning on the tap and lathering the soap over your palms. “You don’t know where Pierre’s mouth has been.”

You peered up into the mirror as the warm water washed away the touch of another man’s mouth on them and met his eyes watching you swallow. “I didn’t know they would ask those questions.”

His cheeks twitched before he stopped the dark smile from cresting and he rested his chin on your shoulder as his damp hands ran down your curves to the hem of your skirt. “Sex sells, kitten. Every marketing team knows that, even the FIA.”

His hands drew your skirt up and you gasped as he pushed you forward, bending you over the vanity. “I thought we had a deal…” he tutted as he felt the dry skin of your thighs that he parted. 

“I had to,” you whispered breathlessly as you watched his reflection, his doubtful eyebrow lifting while he pushed his jeans down his legs. “Everyone would have seen.”

“Exactly,” he chuckled in your ear as he grabbed your knee and lifted it to the cold bench top. “Everyone would know who you belonged to.” His palm clamped over mouth to stifle the cry as he speared your cunt and your eyes fluttered shut as he filled you completely. “Who do you belong to, kitten?”

You lashed your tongue across his palm and he eased his grip, smearing your saliva over your chin as he reached for your throat instead. His fingers tightened as he waited for an answer and you pushed yourself back against him with a moan. “You.”

His deeply satisfied growl had your cunt clenching and he snapped his hips forward with a pace you couldn’t match. All you could do was plant your hands on the mirror and surrender yourself to the pleasure he gave you. 

“No more interviews. No more videos,” Danny stated as he grazed his teeth over your shoulder. “If someone asks, you send them my way.”

Your head was spinning as you rode the high of your orgasm and you nodded though you couldn’t think clearly. You would have said yes to anything he asked when he drove you to that dreamlike state. 

“Do you know how crazy it makes me to see you with them?” You yelped as he dug his teeth into your skin and the fog in your mind began to clear. “I want to be the only one who makes you laugh, who makes you smile. I can’t wait to have you all to myself for three weeks.”

His hips slowly rocked against you as he watched clarity return to your eyes. “What do you have planned?”

The smirk he gave you made your heart stutter and he pulled out leaving you empty. “Lots.” 

His fingers trailed through your dripping folds, gathering your slick before circling your ass and you moaned as he pressed a digit in. Your forehead dropped to the cool mirror and your breath steamed up the glass as he added another finger, stretching you ready for him. 

“You’ll find out in good time,” he promised before you felt his tip replace his fingers. “Relax, kitten.”

He gripped your hips and his thumbs massaged your lower back, easing the tense muscles before he pushed forward and your breath left your lungs in a low moan that he echoed. “Fuck, you feel so good. So fucking tight.”

He gave you a moment to adjust to his size before you grew impatient and rolled your hips, silently begging him to start fucking you. If you were in a hotel or his apartment he would have teased you until you were crying with need and loudly begging him but the driver room wasn’t soundproof enough for that. And, he had his own schedule of appointments he needed to get to before someone came looking for him. 

“We’re gonna try this again, kitten.” His voice was deep and husky as he gripped your hips tight enough to leave bruises. “I’m going to fill this pretty little ass before I go to my interview and if you’re a good girl I might let you have these when I get back.” He reached into his jeans halfway down his thighs and pulled out your panties, balling them into his fist as he lifted them to his nose so he could inhale your scent with a hum. “Deal?”

“Yes, fine, Danny, just please fuck me,” you begged shamelessly as you reached down your front and teased yourself. He chuckled as he felt your body tighten around him before he pushed your hand aside and circled your clit himself.

“Hold on, kitten, and keep quiet.”

You bit your lip as he roughly palmed your ass, spreading your cheeks wide so he could watch how well you took every long inch of him. He shifted behind you, oh so subtly, but the change in angle made stars dance across your vision and your jaw fell slack with a silent moan.

Your palms were slipping across the mirror with every hard rut of his hips, your hands smearing the glass with the fine layer of sweat that coated your entire body. Your legs began to shake as the pressure built in your core and his breath warmed your ear as he grunted with the tightening he felt.

“That’s it, babygirl,” he praised with a whisper. “Come all over me, let me feel you.”

You teeth clenched as your orgasm ripped through you, shattering your world into splinters of light and stars only to explode again when he reached over your hip and flicked your sensitive clit.

“Fuck, holy shit,” Danny breathed against your neck as you shuddered in his arms and saw wet streaks running down your legs to the floor. “God, you’re perfect.”

He kissed your shoulder as he eased out of your ass slowly, small whimpers filling the room as your core throbbed with aftershocks. His kisses trailed up your neck and you craned your head so you could reach his lips, tasting a hint of coffee on his tongue.

“I have to go,” he murmured against your lips but still he made no effort to leave.

“Then go,” you dared, turning in the cage his arms had made around you as you pulled your skirt back into place.

His eyes narrowed at the challenge before a smarmy smile grew and he kissed your forehead as he stepped away. “Okay.”

“You’re meant to stay,” you muttered as you crossed your arms.

His deep laugh echoed through the bathroom as he pulled his jeans up and left. “You young ones think you invented everything. I’ve been pulling the reverse psychology card since you were in preschool, kitten. I’ll see you later.”

“Whatever,” you huffed, only making him laugh more on his way out the door. “Old man.”

“Heard that. I don’t need hearing aids yet, love.”

You couldn’t stop yourself from laughing and he paused at the sound to send you a wink and blow a kiss before he was gone.

You still had a few minutes before you needed to make your way to HQ and as you sat down, tenderly, you noticed your panties on the coffee table. You started to reach for them but paused and looked around the room suspiciously before sitting back and shaking your head.

“Not falling for it,” you stated aloud just in case he was somehow listening. “Nice try, babe, but I’m not going to take the bait.”

The three week break did not go as planned. After the car’s poor performance in Belgium, Daniel and Max had been called to the factory for some much needed testing and upgrades. Not wanting to spend your holiday in the tiny city of Milton Keynes, Daniel had given you keys to his apartment in Monaco and one of his credit cards with the demand that you spoil yourself while he isn’t there to do it for you.

You were surprised to see his name pop up on your phone in the middle of the day but you quickly answered it with a smile. “Hey, aren’t you busy?”

“Just taking a little break.” He sounded tired and you wished he had video called so you could see his face. “What are you up to?”

“I’m going to Rejuvenate, remember? Getting a massage, maybe a facial too.”

“I could give you one of those, the facial not the massage. Though I could probably manage that too.” 

“You have the hands for it, but I think they would wander too much to actually massage me properly.” The spa was just up ahead and you slowed your walk so you could keep talking a minute more. “I miss you.”

“Yeah? Me too, kitten,” he chuckled softly and the sound was so intimate you could have sworn he was right next to you. “I’ll see you soon.”

The soothing scent of lavender and jasmine welcomed you as you stepped inside the boutique spa. You immediately began to relax as you undressed and lay down on the massage table, draping a towel over your lower half while you waited for the masseuse to arrive. The sounds of gentle ocean waves and whales singing started to fill the room and you shifted on the table as you settled into a comfortable position and your vision narrowed to the small circle your face rested in. 

The door creaked open and you heard the tinkle of glass jars before the cork on one was unstopped with a pop.

“Special Offer: Afternoon Delight with a happy ending?”

You jumped at the deep voice and nearly fell off the table as you turned to see Danny oiling his hands up in the candlelight. “What are you doing here?”

He looked exactly as you had imagined after the phone call, handsome, as always, but exhaustion left dark smudges beneath his eyes that wrinkled with the smile he gave you. He crossed the narrow space as you reached for him, your lips reuniting with desperate need after almost a week apart and he pulled away breathless.

“I’m taking a little break, heading back in the morning. But I needed one night with my kitten.” His slick hands warmed your back as he held you close. “I’m not going to let this oil go to waste by the way, lay down.”

Danny whipped the towel away from you and hummed as he eyed your body up with the hunger of a man who had been starving for a week. The look was one reflected in your eyes as he untied his robe and let it hang open for you to see he hadn’t only been oiling his hands.

“I’m glad you found the right room,” you commented as you bit your lip and laid down on your back.

His lips twitched as he reached for the opened jar and drizzled the warm coconut oil over your chest. “This time. Don’t ask me how many rooms there are in this place.”

Your breasts bounced as you giggled and he cupped them as he worked the oil into your skin. A contented sigh fell from your parted lips as you relaxed under his ministrations and your nipples peaked at the touch. The air rushed from you with a gasp when he pinched one sharply and you felt the jolt all the way down to your core.

“So responsive,” he growled as one hand traced a line to your navel and continued further, slipping between your legs and feeling how wet you were for him. “Hmm, I wonder…”

“What?” you asked curiously as you fought the urge to squirm.

“Have you thought about piercing these? I think you’d enjoy it,” he asked as he pinched your nipple and curled his fingers deep in your cunt at the same time, your back arching off the table with a moan. “Make you even more sensitive.”

His fingers were working you to a frenzy and you couldn’t think clearly as he put the idea in your head but every time your walls started to flutter he slowed down with a teasing chuckle. 

“Fuck, Danny, I need you,” you begged as you reached for his cock and stroked the hard length. “Please.”

“Have you been a good girl?” he asked as he watched your hand sliding up and down his shaft, his dick glistening with oil.

“Yes,” you whined. “I haven’t come since you left, I haven’t touched myself.”

He kissed you messily with teeth and tongue as he palmed your clit and he inhaled your cry of ecstasy as he gave you the release you needed. “Open up, kitten,” he ordered as he pulled you up to the top of the table and left your head hanging over the edge. He fisted his cock and ran the weeping tip over your lips and you flicked your tongue out to taste him. “Relax your throat, babygirl.”

You let your head fall back and his hands massaged the column of your throat as he pushed past your lips and coconut overpowered the taste of his musk on your tongue. You ran your hands over your chest, slicking them up with oil before grabbing his ass and digging your nails in to spur him on.  

“That’s it, kitten, use those claws,” he urged as his glutes tensed beneath your hands with each thrust into your mouth. 

Spittle ran over your lips and your eyes watered as he abused your mouth and your body responded with a throb deep in your core. Getting him off was a sure way of getting yourself off as you had found out and you prided yourself on making his knees weak. 

After crossing your legs to give yourself friction you turned all your focus on pleasuring Danny, teasing him as he so often did to you with an oiled finger. A deep groan filled the room and Daniel lost his rhythm as you curled your finger and found the spot like he had taught you to.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum, kitten,” he warned as his cock seemed to swell even more, making breathing impossible. Tears leaked out of the corner of your eyes and his fingers tightened around your throat as if he could touch himself before he growled through his gritted teeth and pulled out. Hot ropes of cum spurted across your lips and cheeks before he released a shuddering breath and placed a steadying hand on the table beside you.

It didn’t take him long to recover before he reached over to the service table and placed two items over your eyes. “There’s your facial, love.”

You licked your lips and hummed at the taste of him before picking the items up to see them. “You really put the ‘cum’ in cucumber.” He grinned as you took a bite of one before tossing the other at him. “Go on, high performance athlete, it's healthy for you. Cucumber has lots of vitamins, plus it's boosted with a shot of protein.”

He dodged the cum covered slice with a laugh and pulled his robe back around his body. “Sorry, I’ve already had my protein shake for the day. Does this place have showers?”

You accepted the hand he offered to help you sit up and pointed to the curtain hiding a door. “How did you manage this?”

“Turned up the charm, kitten,” he winked as he stepped into the bathroom, beckoning you to follow with an outstretched hand. “But it was the cash that won them over.”

You caught the washcloth he tossed over and wiped away his facial while he found the right temperature that you both could agree on. When your face was clean, you stepped under the cascade and wrapped your arms around his waist. “Thank you for coming. You look like you could do with a nap.”

He returned the embrace, resting his cheek on the top of your head as the water washed over his back. “I always want a nap after coming,” he joked before tipping your chin back with his finger, a sombre look on his face. “How have you been sleeping?”

“It’ll be better tonight,” was all you could say, anything more would have only made his departure in the morning even harder. “How much longer do you think testing will take?”

He sighed heavily and grabbed a sample size bottle of body wash, squirting it into his hand before lathering it up on his chest. “Another week maybe, hopefully just a few days.”

He pulled you against him and shimmied to share the suds, and lighten the mood, and you giggled as his chest hairs tickled your skin. He visibly relaxed at the sound of your laugh and you cupped his face to feel the muscles pulling into a smile.

“Ready to go home?” you asked softly.

He brushed a quick kiss over your lips and shut off the shower with a nod. “Probably should get going. Max invited us out while everyone’s in town.”

“Who’s everyone?”

“The usual suspects.” He shrugged his shoulders as he started drying himself. “Lando and Charles at least, maybe Pierre if he hasn’t gone back to Milan yet. Carlos too?”

Every time he had a get together he seemed to invite more of his fellow drivers and it was finally changing how the media portrayed him as he was photographed with them. “Max is starting to collect drivers like Pokémon. You know, like that app that came out a few years ago…gotta catch ‘em all.”

Daniel’s face pinched in pain, his brows furrowed together as his upper lip curled back with a groan. “An app? Gen Z strikes again.”

“What do you mean?” Your eyelashes bashed at him innocently but you couldn’t hold the facade as you slapped his chest with a laugh. “I’m kidding, babe, I know it was a Netflix show first.”

“You’re funny, really,” he chuckled when he saw you suppressing your smile and it finally broke through. “Get dressed before I bend you over my knee and spank you.”

The cocktails had been far stronger than you thought and you no longer felt the cold out on the back deck of Max’s yacht. You had shrugged your jacket off as heat flushed through you and let the sea breeze kiss your bare arms while Danny had gone to get you a glass of water.

“So when are we going to make another video?” Pierre asked as he stepped out onto the deck to join you in leaning against the rail overlooking the bright city lights on the skyline.

“It’s only been a week,” you said as he bumped your shoulder and you pushed him back. “How’s things going with Kika?”

A bright smile graced his lips at your friend's name, the handful of dates they had been on seeming to have been a good start. “I'm heading to Paris in a few days to see her. Hey, you should come too. She’d be happier getting you over roses.”

“Oh thanks, I’m reduced to being just a gift now, huh?”

He draped an arm over your shoulder and laughed heartily. “I can tie a little bow around you, if you want.”

“What’s the penalty for breaking a few fingers?” Daniel wondered aloud as he stood in the kitchen watching Pierre touch you.

“What did you expect?” Kelly laughed, announcing her quiet arrival into the room. “She’s pretty and surrounded by rich, good looking guys. She’s too young for you anyway.”

The water from the tap overflowed the glass and wet Daniel’s hand before he turned it off and faced Max’s girlfriend. “That’s pot calling the kettle...”

You slipped out from under Pierre’s arm and shook your head. “Sorry, buddy, there’s only one guy that gets to tie me up.”

Leaving the Frenchman chuckling, you turned and found Danny with a very full glass of water and smiled gratefully as you took it. “Everything alright?”

He waited until you had drunk a few mouthfuls before taking the glass and placing it on the table. Your lips parted in surprise as he pulled you into his arms and captured them, his tongue dancing with yours without care that you weren’t alone. He was usually so careful and controlled outside the privacy of four walls but there was some need driving his passion as his hand trailed down your back to squeeze your ass.

He chuckled as he pulled away, brushing the pad of his thumb over your kiss-swollen lips and spying the desire in your eyes to take things further. He glanced over your shoulder with a smirk before turning his attention back to you and said, “Now it is.”

—

You knew Danny wasn’t pleased that you were going to Paris with Pierre but there was only so much to do in Monaco on your own. Lando had kept you company for a day, borrowing Max’s jet ski while he was away, but then he was heading to the McLaren factory for his own testing so you had taken up Pierre’s offer.

You did have one surprise in store for Danny that you knew would make him happy when you saw him, and you couldn’t wait for the end of the week to hurry up and arrive.

“Say cheese,” Pierre said as he shoved his phone in your face after gathering it from the security scanner along with his carryon luggage.

The security guard rolled his eyes with a look that said he was over dealing with celebrities and he waved you through with a sharp, “Next!”

“Get out of my way,” you growled as you walked through the metal detector.

“Step this way, please,” the man said as he pointed to the big x-ray machine.

“But, I didn’t-” you pointed to the metal detector that hadn’t made a sound but he cut you off.

“It’s a random selection.”

“Random my ass,” you muttered under your breath as you stepped into the machine and pulled the finger at Pierre who was still videoing you. The camera shook as he tried not to laugh out loud and he gave you the thumbs up as the x-ray spun around with its scan.

“Oh, no way,” Pierre laughed and he stepped closer to the image. “You’ve got your nipples pierced!?”

“If this is live and not just a recording I am going to kill you, Gasly.” You looked at the security guard as he checked over the image. “Can I get out now?”

“Go on,” he waved you through and you swiped your bag from Pierre’s hand as you passed him.

“You ruined my surprise.”

“I’m sure he will still be surprised, when he sees the vid,” he admitted sheepishly. “I’m sorry, the fans love seeing you, I thought an impromptu live might be fun.”

“Let’s just get on the plane before someone makes an anonymous call to traffic control about a dodgy Frenchman.”

“He wouldn’t.”

One look at you had him swallowing and his pace picking up. You were mostly joking, but when it came to you, well, Danny could act first without thinking about the consequences. It only took eight hours for you to realise how true that was.

“Where is he?”

A scream of terror pierced the air as your blankets were torn from your body and you scrambled towards the headboard as a silhouette stood beside your bed.

“Danny?” Your voice trembled as your eyes adjusted to the dark hotel room and you recognised his shape that matched the voice. “You scared the shit out of me!”

He grabbed your hand that clutched your chest and pinned it at your side. “Where. Is. He?”

His beard burned your cheek as he growled in your ear and you couldn’t think as his scent drove you crazy. “Who?”

“Gasly.”

“Why would Pierre be in here?” you asked, your genuine confusion giving him pause.

“Because you came here with him, to the city of love,” he spat angrily as he flicked the bedside lamp on. “All fucking day, pictures of you two have been tagged on Insta.”

“I came with him to see Kika,” you whispered.

“Your model friend?”

“Yeeeeah,” you drawled, attitude lacing your tone. “They’re dating. Pierre and Kika. In a suite down the hall.”

“I didn’t see her in any pictures with him,” he murmured as he sat back on the bed and dragged a hand down his tired face. “It looked like you and him were…the comments…”

“Things are new for them, they’re not ready to go public yet,” you said as you cupped his jaw and saw the circles beneath his eyes were darker than last week. “You’re the only man I’m interested in. Even when you are overbearing and possessive, and showing up in my room at,” you looked at the alarm clock on the nightstand, “3am.”

“There weren’t any flights or I would have been here earlier.”

He let you pull him down beside you and his arm fell into place around your waist where it belonged.

“You’re an idiot,” you said as you kissed his jawline. “But you’re my idiot.”

His chest bounced with a laugh before he turned his head to capture your lips and his hand started to drift up your camisole until you pulled back with a yelp.

“I’m going to kill him,” Danny promised as he pushed you into your back and carefully pulled the top away and saw the two metal bars catch the lamp light. “I can’t believe he got to see these first.”

“He didn’t ‘see��� them, not like this,” you corrected as his fingers inched closer to the temptation. “This is all for you, babe, only you.”

“Ugh, I want to play with them,” he grumbled as he nipped at the supple skin of your breasts, careful not to hurt the healing piercings. “When can I touch them?”

“Not soon enough,” you said, equally frustrated with the wait as your nipples began to harden and tingles spread around the metal as they stiffened to peaks. “You wouldn’t believe how good they feel.”

“Don’t tease me, kitten, I’m too on edge. It was a long drive fuelled with anger and energy drink.” His voice was husky in your ear and it woke your body, your leg curling over his hip to pull him closer. “I don’t know how rough I’ll be.”

“It’s been a week, Danny. I don’t care what you do to me, just don’t make me wait.”

You rolled your hips against him and felt his jeans straining to contain him. You saw the moment he lost control, his pupils blowing out with desire and he gave into the primal need to own you. He needed the reassurance that you belonged to him and you just needed to feel him.

“Please, fuck me. I’m yours, Danny, please…”

“Fuck,” he moaned as he ground his jeans against the thin fabric of your panties. “You’re mine, and I’m going to make sure the whole world knows it from now on.”

Click here for part three.

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[tutur-ddbr]

Watched the movie Deadpool Wolverine…

What can I say exepect I got the brainroat too?

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Logan/ wolverine x M!Reader x Wade/Deadpool HEACANON (a bit NSFW).

- You don't quite remember who you fell in love with first… maybe it was Wade's humor and childish behavior, maybe it was Logan's cat-like attitude.

- What you know for sure, is that started during a night at their apartment, a simple night of drinking.

- You don't remember what was the subject that led you into kissing Logan, but it happened…

- What happened next, was Wade whining about it, complaining to YOU, succeeding in kissing the Wolverine but not him. (and god know how hard he had try.)

- That was the start of something you had no control over, you simply say “Well then, come get your kisses…”

- A second later Wade and Logan were fighting over your lips and attention.

- This leaded to an interesting night, where the three of you didn't get much sleep…

- You thought it was just a one-night stand, something stupid that happened because of alcohol. Nothing to worry about, just it happens and you can forget about it.

- How boy, that being badly unaware of who we are talking to.

- After work, they where waiting at your place, how they get in? You're guessing that the broken doorknob on the ground cut in half, and the mark of the bullet is your answer.

- the picture they gave you was…. Something… Logan cooking in the kitchen, and Wade waiting on the couch dog pool on his lap. Really you didn't expect this…

- You didn't also expect that Logan’s cooking tastes so good and that you needed a good laugh from Wade after your 9-5.

- You ended up spending a lot of your free time with them. At their place or yours. Sleeping in the same bed most of the time.

- They would kiss you, here and there, if one get a kiss the other must get one too!

- You don't realize yet what going one, and simply though they are playing some kind of peacock game.

- Where Logan will show you affection by cooking for you (and wade), sharing his jacket during cold time, or just put a arms around your shoulder. (lighting up your cigarette with his cigars if you're a smoker).

- Where Logan is more physical type, Wade will be more talkative type. Saying how cute you look, teasing you, making jokes, and proposing different activities to do together.

- You took a stupid amount of time to understand what was going on…

- And when you realize and express it out loud, both of your lover look at you as if you were the dumbest/cutest thing in the world.

- Like yeah, of course you three were dating? What else? It was obvious!

- Where Wade did laugh his ass off calling you sweet nonsense, and in some way stupid. Logan grunts in disapproval of your slowness of mind. He did kiss you, calling you a “stupid brat” he would have use some other word if Deadpool hadn't taught him that those words were offensive.

- Welp, you're are with two supermutan now, so what is new?

- The dimanic, you noticed that, with Wade, you're act like a couple of young teenager. Roasting each other, teasing, kissing, ass grabbing, looking at each other D and dropping a “nice cock”. It don't change much from before. Yes, Wade is more clinging, but that what make him lovable no?

- With Logan, well he got issues of course. He needs more time to adjust, more time to welcome softness and love. Compared to Wade who would tell you trillions of “I love you honey Bune” in a joking manner. Logan, needed months to drop the first “I love you”, he didn't even look you or Wade in the eyes, he even hoped you both didn't hear him at first.

- It was important for the three of you. Wade didn't even tease Logan for it, he simply responded with a “we know big guys” as softly as he could putting his head on Logan’s shoulder. You, you simply kissed Logan's hand responding “We love you too”.

- From this, the relationship became even better.

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It isn't great, but I try something. And I will try more cause there isn't enough neutral/Male reader paring with these two brat.

[my-writings-and-musings]

Transformers ROTB

Fluffy Mirage x Reader

I have no more thoughts, there is only Mirage. I already posted a fic of him to my 18+ blog, but I love seeing this mech being a cute little nerd as well. Please enjoy this fic where reader wakes up at night for a drink and Mirage doesn't want to stop snuggling.

Fair warning there might be quite a lot of ROTB content incoming!

Unexpected thirst woke you from your deep sleep rather quickly, thrusting your bleary mind into an environment it didn't immediately recognize. Panic had no time to set in before you realized you were in your garage, with a thoroughly demolished couch below you and a very affectionate bot snoozing away at your back. The two of you must have fallen asleep after turning off the TV...

Mirage made a small sound at your back before curling more tightly around you, pulling the arm he had under your middle close to secure your back snugly against his front as he murmured something snarky in his dreams. Smiling at the adorableness, you realized rather swiftly that getting up for a drink without waking the sleeping bot would be a challenge. You weren't being held especially tightly, but the soldier was a light sleeper, and the smushed couch remains beneath you were rather noisy when disturbed. Were you not so thirsty, you'd have just settled back into his arms and gone to sleep.

Deciding to try your luck, you began scootching your way downwards to try and ease out of the mech's grip, moving slowly so as not to brush any part of him along the way. Mirage continued to twitch as he dreamt, snoring lightly as you tenderly pushed his arm away from your middle. Once you got free and began inching away from the warm little nest the two of you had created, it occurred to you that the mech had probably pulled you close after you'd fallen asleep but before doing so himself, as the last thing you remembered was resting your eyes while sitting on his lap.

The affection stirred by that thought compelled you to turn around for a look at him recharging in all his adorableness, and you smiled before continuing your crawl. It would be delightful to return to his arms after facing this cold open air...

A loud creak from the smushed springs and wood beneath your knees made you freeze, heart skipping as you looked back in a rush.

Mirage awoke with a start, optics onlining with a few quick blinks before he focused on you and calmed considerably, alarm fading to sleepy confusion. "Babe?"

"I'm just going to get some water, be back in a second." you explained gently, moving in to plant a quick kiss on his forehelm. To your surprise, the speedster pulled you in without a word, hugging you back against his chassis as if you were a cat. Sputtering in surprise, you allowed yourself to be smushed with only moderate flailing, so accustomed to being handled you no longer felt too off put even when caught off guard.

"Nooooo, don't go..." he whined softly, playfully tightening his grip on you as if he never intended to let go. The sleepy antics were quite in character, and you only rolled your eyes as he nuzzled his helm against yours, mussing up your hair in the process. You accepted the affection for a few moments before trying to pull yourself away once more, throat protesting yet again for a drink.

"I'm only going to the kitchen." you reminded him, the door to the room in question quite literally within sight. In just the time he'd taken for these antics you could have been halfway done with your task, thanks largely to the tiny size of the adjoining house, but logic rarely kept Mirage from doing much of anything. In fairness, you'd have been happy to go back to sleep were you not still so thirsty. The lovable bot was very good at cuddling.

"Hmmm, fine..." he conceded with dramatic disappointment, releasing you before crossing his arms and pouting. As soon as you crawled away he upped the ante, wrapping his arms about himself and shivering pathetically and putting on the most over the top puppy optics you'd ever seen. "Brrrr, so cold... hope I don't freeze out here all alone."

"You'll survive until I get back." you promised with a roll of your eyes. Certain he was pouting at the back of your head the entire way, you quickly crossed the furbished garage and slipped into the dark house, using the ample moonlight to guide you through the dark kitchen. After grabbing a much needed glass of water and finishing it with a few greedy gulps, you hurried back to the garage, eyes slightly more adjusted to the dark by the time you opened the door. You doubted the entire affair took more than two minutes.

"Oh, Y/N, is that you? It's been so long..." Mirage said with mock weakness from the far side. Curled up in a pitiful position he'd obviously posed for maximum effect, the speedster shivered as if he'd been left abandoned for hours, the mock pain in his optics barely covering the mischevious delight in their depths.

"I was gone for five minutes." you reminded him with a yawn, wanting nothing more than to curl up in the flattened couch once more. It was surprisingly comfortable for something multiple bots had reduced to a pile of stuffing, but the mech you shared it with probably had a lot to do with that.

"Nearly enough time for me to freeze to death. Now get back here, I need my little space heater." Mirage said, abandoning his act to beckon you over.

"Letting that go because I'm so tired..." you promised, rubbing your eyes as you crawled back onto the couch remains. The mech eagerly assisted you, helping to bring your back against his front just as you'd been before whilst he snagged a spare blanket to lay over your shoulders. Being pulled in close allowed you to feel the subtle warmth that radiated from his own frame, as well as the tender hum of his spark and the gentle caress of his EM field brightening at your presence. When he looped his arm around your front once more, you happily hugged it close, and his demeanor softened all around you.

"Mmm, much better." he purred, curling about you as the both of you settled in once more. Loosely holding his hand, you snuggled against him and began to drift off once more, smiling as he murmured a final goodnight after thinking you were already asleep. "Sweet dreams, bunkmate."

[mono-dot-jpeg]

the best kitty - jingyuan

summary; mimi is just too lovable.

genre/extra tags; i love big cats sm :(, jingyuan is a cat trapped inside a general /j, fluff, comedy, clingy jingyuan my beloved, reader is a certified cat lover, big stretch and big yawn !!! iykyk

[gender neutral! reader] [reader is not trailblazer]

word count; 537

a/n; jingyuan enjoyers everywhere, we all actually love mimi /j i love mimi, i want to see mimi in game, Madge >:( hoyo you cowards show us the big cat and let me pet em

"oh, mimi! hi baby!" you cooed as mimi slowly strides over to you, pushing its head against your leg. it chuffs, greeting you as if you were one of its kin. "you look so happy today!" you soon sit on the ground, petting the oversized cat.

from afar stands a lone general. a general who is more than willing to cuddle with his lover but alas the beauty of his impulse buy is stealing all of your attention.

"ack- mimi, you're so big! you're gonna squish me!" the lazy cat rests on your lap, yawning. "big yawn!" you scratch its chin. mimi stretches its head back. "you're so pretty! love you so much!" you press your face into mimi's fur.

"i'm pretty too." jingyuan whines. he dejectedly crawls over to you and mimi. "what about me?" he pouts, moving to rest his head on mimi's body. he looks at you as he tries to gain your attention.

"mm, i don't know..." you pretend to think. mimi twists its body and gets up, leaving the general on the floor. you snicker, "i think mimi is trying to tell me something. what is it, mimi?" mimi spins two times before settling right by your side and laying down its head on your lap. "i think mimi said no."

"okay but you didn't say no." he sits up, moving closer to you to lean his entire weight on you.

"jingyuan!" you yelp as you're forced to lay on the ground. "stop it! you're heavy!"

"but you don't complain when mimi is laying on you!" he wraps his arms around your waist.

"mimi doesn't try to kill me with its weight!" you push your hands against his chest but this man is more than determined to get all your affection and leave nothing for his competition. "are you really jealous of a cat?"

"yes."

you sigh at his immediate answer. "can we at least lay on the couch or the bed?"

"no mimi?"

"love, mimi is more than big enough to figure out how to open a door. mimi will be breaking in to save me." you feel yourself get carried, wrapping your legs around jingyuan's waist to keep yourself steady. "mimi would never kidnap me like this."

"mimi is too attached to you." he huffed, looking down at the white lion. "i saw them first, they're mine." he sticks his tongue out. the pale lion chuffs, looking up at its petty owner. "don't look at me with them big ol' eyes." mimi chuffs again, butting its head against jingyuan's legs.

"i love mimi a normal amount."

"that's a lie."

"yeah, you're right about that. but i also love you. you really do not need to be getting jealous over a cat. mimi is just an affectionate baby."

"too late. mimi, y/n is mine." he's already running to the bed. mimi follows easily, the young cub slinks its way into the bedroom. "back! back i say!"

"jingyuan." you crossed your arms, giving him a pointed look. "i'll give your attention. don't scold mimi."

the white haired male grumbles before getting comfortable in your arms. "i'm supposed to be the one with all the attention, you know..."

"well, it's not my fault my lover bought a lion home. the least i could do is nurture the baby."

"mimi is anything but a baby."

[starkwlkr]

ghostbusters | max verstappen

summerween series

Everyone had a crush growing up. James Dean, Courtney Cox, Jack Frost from Rise of the guardians. . . But Y/n’s crush was the nerdy, but lovable awkward scientist from the Ghostbusters franchise.

It all started when she was young. Her younger self immediately fell in love with Egon. Was it his glasses or his personality? Either way, young Y/n was convinced Egon Spengler was her future husband.

Of course that was never going to happen, but she did end up finding the love of her life in the form of Max Verstappen.

Max knew of the Egon crush. He thought it was adorable that she had a fictional crush. Often he would even tease his girlfriend about it.

“Wear the red dress, maybe Egon would like it.”

Every Halloween, Max and Y/n had a spooky movie marathon. It was a tradition and this year it was Y/n’s turn to pick their movie. Predictively, she chose Ghostbusters. While Y/n was getting the snacks ready, Max put on the movie.

“Okay, I’m just warning you that if I don’t end up paying attention to the movie, it’s because of Egon.” Y/n said, entering the living room with a bowl of popcorn and bags of their favorite candy. She placed the bowl on Max’s lap then sat tn next to him.

“I still can’t believe you have a crush on a nerdy scientist,” Max joked. “You know, Daniel told me the funniest thing about fictional crushes. He said that people have crushes on fictional characters because they’re not ready to be in a real relationship. Funny, right?” He forced his laughter.

Y/n didn’t take it as a joke. She looked at Max with confusion. “Max, you do know Egon Spengler is fictional, right? I mean he’s not going to walk in and I’ll immediately break up with you and leave. It’s fictional, babe.”

Max nodded, trying to brush it off. “Yeah, I know. But do you sometimes wish I was like him? Maybe it’s the glasses. I mean I look better in glasses than him and I could totally be a scientist if I wanted to—”

“Max!” You interrupted him, followed by a laugh. “You’re the best boyfriend ever. You don’t need to change anything.” You gave him a kiss.

“So what you’re saying is that I’m better than Egon Spengler?”

“Is Egon a world champion cat dad?”

[myloveobbsessed]

ㄥ工千乇 山工ㄒ卄 ㄒ卄乇爪

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Genre: fluff

Warnings: none

Characters: Rengoku, Uzui, Shinobu, Misturi, Obanai, and Sanemi

Notes: this is like a sequel to ‘Demon Slayer Cats’

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Part 1, 2, 3

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Cat Rengoku: He’s cute and very lovable energetically zooming throughout the house always on the move. Climbing onto high places and investigating every corner with enthusiasm. Hed be the type of cat to pounce on toys and dash through the house at random moments.

Cat Rengoku: Hes a very sociable cat greeting everyone with headbutts, purring and loud meows. Making sure no one feels ignored. He's the type to curl up to next you or perch on your lap basking in affection.

Cat Rengoku: He protective especially towards his brother and you. He’d stand by the door keeping an eye out for any perceived ‘threat’ like the vaccum.

Cat Rengoku: Even when things go wrong (like getting stuck somewhere) Regoku would remain positive. Confidently meowing until freed. He's very vocal the one to cheer you up when your feeling down. He's often meowing with excitement and ‘talking’ to you.

Cat Rengoku: you mix in sweet potatoes with his food. He loves it. He can smell them from a mile away.

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Cat Uzui: Strunts around with an air of confidence always showing off. He loves to pose dramatically stretching out in the sun or perching high up to look regal and grand. He might ‘preform’ by leaping or flipping onto furniture with style. Making sure everyone notices his acrobatic skills.

Cat Uzui: He demands attention. He will not settle for being ignored. He regularly demands pets and head scratches. Meowing loudly until you give him attention. He might knock things off tables or walk over keyboards anything to get you to give attention.

Cat Uzui: He forces you to brush him. He likes keeping his coat clean and neat. It doesn't matter what you're doing he’ll bring the brush to you and make you brush him until he's satisfied.

Cat Uzui: He's pretty social he might try to charm guests by sitting near them or even jumping on their laps to make sure everyone knows he's the most "extravagant" cat in the room.

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Cat Shinobu: She’s sort of mischievous she’d gently swat a things when you aren't looking. Or playfully flick her tail at your face when your sleep.

Cat Shinobu: She isn't overly clingy, but she would show affection in small, delicate gestures. She might nuzzle up to you for a few moments before walking away or give you a soft headbutt when you least expect it. Her affection would feel special because she wouldn’t give it constantly, but when she does, it’s meaningful and sweet.

Cat Shinobu: when you're up late doing work she’d hop on your desk to keep you company or sit in front of your computer and start at you tail flicking behind her as if saying ‘go to bed’.

Cat Shinobu: she likes to smell candles, go put on walks. And she's got a little nuisance that follows her around (it's Douma).

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Cat Misturi: She's extremely affectionate one of the most affectionate out of all your cats actually. She's the ultimate cuddle cat if she's not already cuddling Obanai she's getting pats from you. She’d sometimes follow you from room to room not wanting to be away from her favorite human. She'd have no hesitation in showing her love toward you.

Cat Misturi: She’s also incredibly playful always ready to chase toys around the house or engage in playful fighting with the other cats.

Cat Mitsuri: She's always purring. A constant source of happiness. Even the slightest bit of affection will have her purring up a storm.

Cat Mitsuri: She's also very curious about everything. Poking her head into boxes, bags anything that catches her interest.

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Cat Obanai: He’s always following Misturi around keeping her safe and out of any trouble. (like getting her head stuck in a jar)

Cat Obanai: he doesn't really show much affection and prefers to watch from a distance. He's usually perched on a window seal where he can observe everything happening around him only approaching you when comfortable.

Cat Obanai: sometimes he’ll follow you silently a quiet sign of loyalty. Curling up nearby you only showing affection in small significant ways.

Cat Obanai: if he sees you're feeling particularly down he’ll let you get in a few pets and maybe touch his toes beans.

Cat Obanai: he hides under furniture when guests come. Watching them from a safe spot. He's also naturally stealthy. Slipping through rooms unnoticed you might only realize he's there when you catch a glimpse of him out of the corner of your eye.

Cat Obanai: he may not seem playful but he'd have moments where you'll catch him swatting at a toy or stalking the shadows. But he’ll immediately stop if he notices anyone watching. As if to maintain his cool, serious demeanor.

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Cat Giyu: he's ones of the quietest out of your cats. He prefers to be alone always sitting in a quiet corner of the house.

Cat Giyu: He doesn't really seek out affection but he will show some in his own way. He might brush up against or sit near you. His affection would be subtle.

Cat Giyu: Shinobu pokes fun at him a lot so he often hides from her.

Cat Giyu: he's calm and not easily startled and would rarely be ratted by any noise even by the vacuum or a knock at the door.

Cat Giyu: He doesn't meow just communicates in slow blinks and purrs.

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Cat Sanemi: He isnt afraid ot anything wether its another animal, the vaccum or a large dog he stands his ground. Hissing or swatting to protect his territory.

Cat Sanemi: Hes another one of your energetic cats always on the move. he'd love to climb, explore high places, and dash around the house sometimes kicking thigs over.

Cat Sanemi: he doesnt like to be held or coodled. He prefers doing his own thing and doesn't seek out affection often, but when he does its on his own terms.

Cat Sanemi: He hissed and swatted at Genya when you first brought him home. Sanemi made you think he didn't like him but you sometimes see him discreetly head-butting Genya in a loving way or them sleeping together.

Cat Sanemi: he’s stubborn he wouldnt respond to training or rules easily and might act aloof or grumpy most of the time. (but he doesn't secretly care for you).

Cat Sanemi: If you try and get him to stop doing something he'd likely dig in his paws and resist determined to do what he wants.

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[avonne-writes]

humbly here on my knees to beg and beg for more kitty!Gale content 🥺🙏🏻 can’t get enough!!

You're in luck, anon 😊🩷

~♡~

Outside, the men are still shooting up the occasional flare to celebrate the end of the war, but on the stairs inside the Tower, the noise is barely audible. The whoosh of Gale's rapid breathing echoes between the cold walls and the icy grip of nerves around his heart. The only sound of life is his own. No footsteps followed him here. John stayed up there with only his flask and the heavy emptiness they both feel for company.

But not for long now.

Gale closes his eyes and sinks into that wild call inside of him until his bones start shifting, and the next blink finds him on four cream-white paws on hard steps that look bigger than they were a moment ago. He shudders and almost shifts right back by accident, because the fear of being killed or eaten hits him with a harsh, unexpected low blow. But he counters it with the memory of his father, stomping and swishing his belt as Gale scrambles to hide with the barn kittens, and staying a cat becomes easier again.

Gale's bravery is sometimes only a matter of finding a stronger fear. He’s not sure if he should be ashamed of that.

Soundlessly, he pads back up where he came from. On his way down, he left the door open just a crack, enough to shoulder it further ajar and to push his slender body through the gap. He’s a pale shadow sweeping across the ground like the moonlight. Stealthiness thrills him, even as the jitters under his skin are making his fur all puffed up. No matter. At least, it might cover the sorry state he's in with all the weight he lost. He’s grateful that the scars on his cheeks don’t show unless one's looking for them.

A few feet away from John, he freezes, crouching low. His heart is pounding so fast it might just tear out of his chest. What if John doesn’t recognize him? It’s been almost two years since he last saw Gale in this shape, since he last held him and whispered sweet compliments in his ear. Two years since he let Gale rub his cheek against his neck and leave his scent on him. What if he doesn’t find Gale lovable anymore? What if all he sees is a mangy stray, or worse, a reminder of - of what they’d done in the stalag.

He doesn’t have time to get lost in the horror of that memory though, because John turns his head to watch a green flare on his right, and in its flash of bright light, his eyes land on Gale.

He gasps and leans forward in his seat. "Princess?"

Gale's relief is loud and high-pitched. "John!" He wants to sob, but all he can do to let the waves of pain out is to continue meowing. Sad and pitiful, it floods out of him in a way he can’t express as himself, as a man.

"It’s you! Jesus Christ." John slides out of his seat and to his knees on the rough stone, his arms outstretched like the first time he met Gale as a cat. "Come here, come here, baby."

Gale wants to jump into his embrace, but his doubts hold him back. What if he remembers it all wrong and it won't feel as good as he thinks? What if John changed in the stalag? What if he did? He walks towards John slowly, hesitant. His whole body trembles, and he can’t get a grip on it, so he starts a low purr, both to calm himself and to offer an apology.

The noise John makes is nothing like Gale has ever heard him sound. It’s both happy and distraught, a perfect mirror to the turmoil in Gale's heart. He scoots forward until his hand is right in front of Gale, and when Gale headbutts it, he chuckles wetly and runs his large palm over the line of Gale's spine.

"Shh, don't be scared. It’s just me. Just me, darling." John's quiet voice cracks. "I know I've changed. I'm sorry."

"Why are you apologizing?" Gale cries as he closes the rest of the distance between them and tries to climb on John's lap, rubbing himself to John's stomach and chest. When John's arms wrap around his small body, he goes limp and closes his eyes. He’s scooped up high on John's chest.

"You’re so thin, Princess. The boys didn’t take good care of you, did they?" John says mournfully, then his voice goes even quieter. "Or did you lose the ones who did?"

Stroking Gale's back and side, he sighs long and hard. "Oh, your fur."

"Just ignore it, please." Gale thinks, hiding his face against John's uniform. It will be silky and beautiful again, it has to be. He’ll recover.

John pets his head and rubs his ears, sniffing and rocking gently back and forth with Gale. "I'm sorry I wasn't here. I'm sorry."

"I love you." Gale purrs when he feels John's face pressed to his side. He puts his paw on John's chest and sinks his claws in softly, then releases. "I love you."

But John doesn’t know what he's trying to say. He doesn’t know how every second of his warm embrace tears Gale's badly healed wounds right open just to stitch them together properly. He doesn’t know how much pain and joy and relief it is for Gale to be here with him, still loved. Not even the knife of captivity could cut this away from him.

John doesn’t say anything for the longest time. His breathing comes uneven against Gale's fluffy body, as if he's trying to hold something back. Gale keeps purring and kneading his chest, hoping it helps, but a few minutes later, he feels wetness soak into the cushion of his fur.

John cries silently, without a single sound. His chest shakes and heaves with it, and his heartbeat drums erratically under the touch of Gale's paw, but he doesn’t let himself sob. Not until Gale gives his temple a lick as a kiss of consolation.

It bursts out of John then, hard, guilt-stained agony. "I didn’t know." John cries. His breath hitches. "I didn’t know."

It doesn't matter what specific facet of the war he means, Gale feels what he feels. They didn’t know how horrifying life could get, when you live in an endless hide and seek with death, or how far an act of madness could ripple down a group of men. They didn’t know what it was like to starve or to be powerless on enemy soil, to see no point in existence anymore but the light in each other's eyes, to march into their death with the thought that at least it would be by each other's side.

Perhaps, what John means is that he didn’t know what he signed up for, or that he didn’t know the cat he thinks he left behind would end up thin and faded in his absence. It doesn't matter. Gale understands.

"I know, John," his small, rumbling meows mean to convey, and he squirms in John's hold to be able to rub his head to John's chin.

"I missed you too." John laughs wetly. He wipes at his face and stands up. The movement makes Gale's stomach flip in a pleasant tickle. "Think you can handle a jeep ride, Princess? Wanna introduce you to someone."

He scratches Gale's chin until Gale's putty in his arms. "I'll find a way to take you home with me." John cups his paw, and to his own astonishment, Gale lets him. "Or find you a nice home in town at least, I promise. How about that?"

Uh-oh, Gale thinks. He’s too comfortable to be alarmed, but a thought appears in his mind. Is he gonna have to help organize his own adoption?

[snoocupz]

okay I'm a sucker for a rare pair and even more for a rare pair ot3...pls propagandize me im very curious :0

Hi! Oh my god, that makes me SO happy! I never expect my little shipart to get this much attention - let alone have people like the ship and wanting me to talk about it!

I wasn't sure whether I want to share my whole headcanons about them getting together yet or not, and decided to instead collect some headcanons about these 3 that I love! So here;

My little collection on Klapolloquill headcanons! 🩷

- Simon and Klavier have briefly been friends before Simon went to jail. Klavier, as a new and young prosecutor, desperately seeked contact in the office and loved Simons style from the start. Dark clothes, an interest for music and an ex bass player - all while still being somewhat of a nerd abour psychology & birds. He had tried to build up an active friendship to him - unfortunately it was cut short due to Simon admitting to murderer and going to jail. (Klavier should feel this pain again in the following years as not only his best friend Daryan, but also brother go to jail).

- Once finally free past Dual Destinies Apollo and Simon build up some sort of friendship thanks to Athena. Quickly they realise they were mistaken about each others characters and after a whole they start to bond on a deeper level due to the trauma they had experienced... mostly because of Apollo losing Clay, and Simon losing Bobby. (Bonus angst points if Claypollo and Blackbright were secretly canon and they bond over the loss of their ex lovers).

- Klapollo starts dating first. Klavier had feelings for Apollo early on after meeting him, but it took a lot of time and change for them to finally get together.

- Klavier, however, is also the one who is self aware about being Polyam. He previously had crushes on more than one person at the same time and once time passes and he builds up the friendship to Simon he wanted to have he eventually starts crushing on him. Hard.

- He confesses his crush to Apollo, fearing the worst. It is a huge insecurity of his and he doesn't get it across without tears and apologies, clarifying how much he loves Apollo as well, just to be... very perplexed about how calmly Apollo takes it. In fact, Apollo starts gently teasing Klavier about his obvious crush. He finds him adorable, blushing when looking at Simon like this. Apollo is ultimately the one who convinces Klavier to ask Simon out.

- Unknowingly Simon has a little crush on Apollo anyways. This young defense attorney shines brighter than any sun, he is smart, pretty, such a gentle and stronger soul than he believes of himself. Simon enjoys himself around the both of them, so endlessly much, and with passing time Simon feels lovable again, after prison and losing Bobby (the only person that made him feel lovable before).

- Eventually all 3 shyly allow themselves to get closer. Especially Klavier with his gigantic crush on Simon can hardly believe it everytime he gets to sit between both of them on the couch. Just having his knee slightly touch Simons makes his head spin and they keep smiling at each other more when passing each other on the prosecutor halls.

- And hey! Who would have thought! They fall in love! Each of them, with one another. And in fact, their ideas of love fit together perfectly. All 3 of them long for nothing more but a calm, domestic lifestyle.

- What that looks like...? Easy. A cozy apartment, many plants, falling asleep cuddling, with one cat and one dog at the side. Breakfast on the balcony as Klavier slurps his vanilla latte, Simon makes them eggs, and Apollo tries to stop Taka from stealing bacon straight from his bagel.

- Mikeko (Apollos cat) adores Simon. No day passes where this cat doesn't chose to sit on his legs or lap. Whenever the cat chooses him, Simon is careful to not move a single inch. May she rest as long as she wants to!

- Taka (Simons hawk) adores Apollo. After being afraid of her for months (sorry, Taka has always been female in my brain LMAO) Apollo realises that she is not only well behaved but also seeks active contact to him. Simon falls even more in love with him when seeing Apollo feed the bird on the balcony and daring to pat her feathery head.

- Vongole (first Kristophs, then Klaviers dog) is the most sweetest girl of girls. Greeting all of them with enthusiasm and DEMANDING to sleep in the bed at all times, she won each of their hearts and can be considered the true Queen of the house!

- However, it can be complicated to cuddle, ESPECIALLY if you are Simon Blackquill, and a living cuddle sized heater. He must always sleep in the middle automatically as Apollo loves to rest his head on his chest while Klavier has the most freeziest hands in the history of forever. And yes, he will randomly warm his hands under Simons shirt at every possible moment.

- Funnily enough, their household works very smoothly together. Apollo cooks at most, but his desk easily looks like it explodes after one use. He keeps leaving things around and forgetting about them. Simon cleans, and he has no issue cleaning after Apollo at times. Klavier is the one to take the dog and plan their dates, and no date has ever been dissapointing, he's fantatsic at planning them!

So at most! This ship is really fluffy and comforting in my eyes, so here are some random thoughts on them! Thanks for listening to me rambling! <3

[mostly-marvel-musings]

If drabble requests are still open, may I please request a fluffy drabble of fem!Reader adopting a 3 month old girl kitten named Georgie with her husband Tony Stark??

(This is Georgie! She’s a kitten my family is adopting!!! She’s so cute and snuggly and lovable!!!🥰)

Pet parents

Pairing: Tony Stark x Reader

Warnings: none.

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“Do you think we have enough?” You fussed over the living room, rummaging through the stuff you’d bought for your new kitten.

“We have more than enough, honey. I think we can care for at least five cats with the stuff you have here.” Tony chuckled, placing his hands on your shoulders to make you stop.

You were nervous. Adopting a kitten had been a life-long dream and now that it was finally coming true, you were equal parts anxious and ecstatic. You wanted to take care of Georgie and give her the best life.

“We’re gonna be great pet parents, wifey. You’ll see.” Tony’s reassuring words helped calm you down, like they always did.

Soon enough she was home. Unlocking the cage, you encouraged her to come out as she blinked around curiously, taking in her new surroundings. You were squeezing your husband’s hand tightly as little Georgie stepped out confidently, seeming to like her new home already.

You took a seat on the floor and watched her make her way over to you, purring loudly as she rubbed herself on your legs before jumping in your lap, settling there.

“Oh look at her, Tones! I’m in love!” You scratched behind her ear, earning an adorable meow from your new fur baby.

Tony’s heart was full as he watched the two of you from afar, smiling softly as the kitten curled up in your lap, ready for a nap. He wanted nothing more than to start a family with his wife, four legged or otherwise.

“I’m in love too.”

I LOVE Georgie 🥹🥹🥹🤍🤍🤍 what a cutie!

[lightofraye]

I’d like to introduce someone to you all.

This… is Chester.

He’s a former stray. Some months ago, while my daughter and I were busy doing something by the front door, Chester promptly came up to us and asked for love.

Now… I live in a very rural area. So rural, we don’t have animal control or any kind of animal rescue. So there’s been a lot of problems with strays and ferals, people dumping their pets, and everything. It’s wildly irresponsible and my family and I do what we can to help.

At first I was reluctant to let Chester in. Not that he wasn’t sweet and lovable, but we had so many already.

But after several days of hearing him cry by my front and back doors, we caved. Brought him in.

We quarantined him for two weeks to ensure nothing was wrong with him, got him checked out and introduced him to the rest of the house. During his quarantine time, I visited often, letting him curl up in my lap and be loved on.

Then once he joined general population, he was off, exploring the house, socializing with the others. He became shy and wary of being petted. Suddenly he didn’t need my love anymore.

But over the course of weeks, we noticed that when he was feeling the need for affection, he’d headbutt my leg. Then I’d scritch him, making him happy. Then he’d have his fill and off he went.

However, the past month or two, he’s become even more affectionate. He’d come to my bed, make biscuits while I was relaxing before I slept. Or he’d paw at me while I was in the bathroom.

Now, most nights, he’s with me. I wake up and I’d find him curled up by my leg. Or he’d come and lay on my stomach.

It’s amazing what patience and love can do.

I still don’t know who’d dump such a sweet cat… but I’m glad he found me.

Welcome to your furever home, Chester.

[nobodylikety]

Cat hybrid! Liz 🐈

Yeah I knooow it's been a while, I was kinda busy and had a bloody writers block,,, BUT HERE I AM, back with my blurbs and thoughts about hybrid! IVE, this time with Liz and her orange cat bevahior

tags: cat hybrid! liz x fem! reader, hybrid AU, fluff.

Cat hybrid! Liz is an absolute homebody! This house cat will hardly want to leave her home and go places, because inside her home are you, the rest of hybrid! IVE, her bed and all the food she can ask for.

Cat hybrid! Liz's swimming skills are as good as a sinking brick <3 she's not a very good swimmer, because cats themselves are not very fond of water. And as for bathing? no way. If it occurs to you that it's bath time, chances are Liz will demand some good cuddles afterwards.

Cat hybrid! Liz has orange cat energy, she's absolutely chaotic and goofy! Not only is she constantly fighting with Puppy!Yujin over silly things, but they are also accomplices and sometimes get into trouble together, because together they are twice as love bugs and the sweetest little cat and puppy, although not very bright! <3

+ like all orange cats, she's the most cuddly and goofy fuzzball. And when she's near you? she runs towards you, with her tail wagging all happy and for sure she tripped at least 3 times and ran into 2 walls, in the process of TRYING to get on your lap. She's such a good girl, kinda silly, but good girl 🩷

Cat hybrid! Liz lacks feline grace and agility…because her orange cat vibe is stronger. She can't jump, she can't climb…she always falls. BUT if she hears you open a bag of chips anywhere, she won't hesitate to ask for her portion (or steal it  ^_^ ♡)

Cat hybrid! Liz has a habit of flopping up on the sofa and looking at you intently, with big eyes, wagging her tail in anticipation, all serious and predatory attitude,,, before giving you the silliest, most affectionate headbutt out of nowhere <3

🐱 ، ﾟฅ ｡ [ Kitty shenanigans ]

Liz always finds unique ways to get into trouble, but she never fails to be the most adorable and affectionate kitty you'll ever meet.

Not a day goes by that Liz doesn't get into trouble. Like that time when Liz and you were playing together in the garden, and Liz started chasing the butterfly she'd found with such enthusiasm that she ended up tripping over a flower pot and falling face first into the middle of some flowers. And what did Liz do? she got up, shook the dirt off her fluffy ears and looked at you with an innocent expression, as if nothing had happened.

With that silly little smile, the same one she always does.

Or that other time, when Liz was trying to catch a fly buzzing near the window, but she jumped so hard that she ended up hitting the glass, leaving a little nose smudge on the glass.

Or like now, with the most frequent mischief that takes place almost every morning, and always in the kitchen.

You're preparing toast for breakfast, when Liz decides it's an excellent idea to hop across the table to inspect your culinary work. So with an air of elegance she tries to land gracefully, but instead of it, she trips over her own tail and falls face first into the tray of eggs, scattering them all over the kitchen. And of course, not before knocking over the pile of frying pans and pots, creating a chaotic clatter.

"Don't worry, Liz," you say with a chuckle as you help her up. "I think we'll have scrambled eggs this morning."

"Meow," she replies, looking up at you with innocent eyes, as if it's your fault.

Because It's never her fault, it's always yours.

And that sometimes makes you want to wrap Liz in cotton, to stop her from endangering her own life in her own stupid way. Liz really is a bit of a rebel, even when she's not actively trying to get into trouble.

But... you have to accept her for who she is, and if you're honest with yourself, there's something incredibly endearing about this goofy, sensitive, lovable little cat (who attempts to break herself more than once a day) that's part of your life.

Because even after a day full of stumbles and falls, when you sit on the sofa and enjoy the peace and quiet of home, with Liz purring softly as you stroke her head, her sweet gaze and carefree, goofy attitude reminds you of how wonderfully special she is.

So despite all the misadventures, you wouldn't for a moment change your life filled with Liz's antics.

Cat hybrid! Liz 's love language is giving you the goofiest headbutts and being dumb with you! (she has a weird sense of humor) so Liz is always tripping, falling, flopping clumsily on you, just for the sake of showing you her love for you!

+ This. Kitten. ALWAYS (LITERALLY ALWAYS). FALLS OR TRIPS OR GETS INTO DUMB STUFF.

Wants your attention? climbs the ledge closest to you, and before falling gracefully next to you, trips and falls on your head.

She's going to climb on your lap? miscalculates and ends up with her head stuck in the sofa.

She's going to purr you to lull you to sleep? she chokes on a hairball before she even opens her mouth.

And the list goes on, because Cat hybrid! Liz is an adorable bundle of leggy nonsense, and she loves you with all her heart. ♡

[snow--berry]

Random Headcanons #3

Characters: John Price, Kyle "Gaz" Garrick, John "Soap" MacTavish, Simon "Ghost" Riley

John Price

•Has fought with Ghost over what tea is best.

•Favors Gaz and Ghost and he thinks he's slick but EVERYONE knows.

•Has bunny slippers just because I said so.

•Started getting grey-hairs early because of a few certain people. *cough cough* Soap and Gaz *cough cough*

•He knows Laswell's wife.

•Watches old movies and when people tell him that the movie he's watching is like 20 years old he almost dies.

•Best dad!

•Waits until New Years Eve to throw away the Christmas tree.

•Almost impossible to out-drink.

•Doesn't understand what a peepaw is and why Gaz, Soap and Roach are calling him one.

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick

•He'd wear make up and a frilly dress if you asked him to.

•He'd get matching dresses with Soap.

•Listens to loud music at night and thinks no one knows but everyone does.

•Low-key intimidated by König. Just like most people.

•I feel like he'd also go by he/they.

•I feel like pink, purple and green would all be good colors on him.

•Him and Soap totally kiss, we all know it. Ghost is not happy.

•Laswell is his unofficial mom.

•He can't choose between cats and dogs.

•One of the most confident and mentally healthy people in this place.

John "Soap" MacTavish

•Stares at Ghost's ass on a regular basis. Sorry not sorry.

•Sings Scottish songs in the shower and has no shame about it.

•Also has a big and loving family.

•Would totally wear a dress or a skirt and no one is surprised.

•Easier drunk than you'd think. And really silly when drunk. And loud.

•But he's just so lovable!

•His accent also gets really thick when he's drunk so like 90% of the time no one even knows what he's saying. Just something about Ghost. And that's about all we know.

•Skilled artist. Just check out his canon diary/journal!

•Cat person. He devoted three pages in his diary to how much he hates dogs.

•He IS the dog. Just look at him!

•ADHD

•Pain in everyone's ass without his meds because he's gone in half a second and no one knows where he went.

Simon "Ghost" Riley

•Blonde hair. Light brown eyes. I have a hair cut in mind too but Idk how to describe it.

•Stares.

•Autistic

•Sensory issues big time, especially when it comes to touching things or being touched.

•He knows Roach is in the vents but isn't bothered enough to stop him.

•He also isn't bothered enough to explain Price what a peepaw is.

•He randomly picks people up. Like Roach can be doing the most random shit and Ghost will just pick him up because he's had enough.

•He's also picked up Soap and Gaz.

•He wants to throw Graves like how you skip rocks at a lake.

•Pls don't put them next to eachother. One of them will die and it's not Ghost.

•I actually don't care for Graves I just don't want Ghost to get in trouble for killing Shephard's pet chihuahua lap dog thingy.

[sillyromance]

Good day Ma'am,

First of all I LOVE THE NEW STORY SO MUCH, I really love of it turned out. Second of all do you have some funny/interesting moments of Vincent and Marcella in mind? Like we're someone maid a funny mistake or something? Or do you have some loveble (I hope it's written like this) moments of the two of them? Thank you if you answer and like always have a good day Ma'am!

- Anon L.

Good day dear Anon L.!

Thank you very much for your kind words! I'm happy you like the story❤️❤️❤️

Speaking of funny moments, I can think of only one for now – it’s partially shown on my Marcella’s page. She was quite surprised to learn that Vincent could purr. If you have ever heard how panthers purr (* I've learned that tigers don't pure, but stuff which isn't really what I need), you can imagine what it sounds like. When he revealed his ability for the first time, the girl, confused, asked if there was a cat in the house; yet, once realization struck her, Marcella’s face was priceless! She was questioning her entire existence at that point…

Plus, furniture in Vincent’s house has been made specifically for its gigantic owner; when Marcella needs to take something off the shelves, it becomes impossible without a ladder or her husband’s help. Vincent may turn a bit playful and tease her about her short height; then she makes an adorable pouty face which is practically too hilarious not laugh at!

🌸 As for fluff and lovable moments – here are a few ideas I can give!

1) Vincent is a very tough and cautious man. He doesn’t like being touched by strangers, and even his best friend Georgy giggles at Nor’s grumpy face every time pulling him into a hug. Yet, Vincent lets his guard down when Marcella is around; she is allowed to do whatever she pleases with him since he feels safe only with his wife of all people, and she is definitely the only person allowed to touch his throat and stomach (from the outside) for those are his spots of extra vulnerability. Also, Marcella loves “hunting” Nor, sneaking behind his back and embracing him when Vincent is sitting at his desk. They both laugh afterwards, but god save you from doing the same! Vincent is a predator, he will instantly feel threatened if approached from behind his back without him noticing!

2) You can imagine, one meter height difference between husband and wife can be a difficulty when things come to communication. Yet, not for these two! Vincent is very attentive towards his precious little princess – when she speaks to him, Nor always bends forward to show he is listening; if she gets overwhelmed in public, it’s enough for Marcella to give his sleeve a little tug, and soon they are already home drinking tea. On the other hand, the girl knows her husband’s stress indicators just as well: Vincent rubs his temples or makes a vague gesture with his hand as if he is searching for something (in fact, he instinctively tries to find his wife’s hand). At home, Marcella makes him sit down and crawls onto his lap to give her man a hug; in public, she skillfully pulls him away from the crowd and leads him somewhere private so he can calm down and vent if he needs to. By the way, at some rare moment Vincent can feel “small” and defenseless despite his great strength and size. The best cure for him then is to lay his head down on Marcella’s stomach and feel his hair brushed by her tiny fingers. In some way, her body sounds give him an illusion of “switching roles” with his wife, allowing him to overcome anxiety and have rest during periods of insomnia.

3) As I mentioned before, Marcella is fascinated by her husband’s musical talent. Once she mentioned it while talking to him and expressed her sadness about not being able to accompany him when he is playing. So, he suggested educating her! She is an eager student while Vincent is a patient, yet demanding teacher; they're already able to perform some simple duets together! She tries to improvise as well, and Nor encourages her on her way for freedom from musical sheets, yet Marcella's experiments have been too shy so far.

4) From her side, Marcella tried to teach Vincent drawing. Let’s say, it wasn’t an easy task😅. Yet, now her husband often makes sketches in his diary when feelings are too hard to bare. The vast majority of his doodles are faces of people he knows, and the ways he portrays them in depend on his emotions. Nor often draws his nightmares, trying to get them out of his mind (Vincent won't admit it, but he gets anxious and suspicious after bad dreams). On top of that, addressing a letter to his wife, Vincent always draws a small lark on the bottom right corner of the paper. No one except the two knows about this habit of his, and that's why the sign serves two purposes: 1) a symbol of his love; 2) protection from fake letters which could lead his wife into a trap. The lark is composed of a calculated number of lines and special items drawn around the bird itself which makes the sign almost impossible to copy.

Thank you for asking and reading! Stay healthy and happy forever ❤️!