#and don’t pull on your cats leash so hard!

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Good Kitty

This is smut. MINORS DNI.

Request from @oo-li! Your request literally made me so excited and I got kinda self indulgent with where I took it lol, so I really hope you like it! <3 Also it's bouncy au. I have been so fucking obsessed with that mv recently.

Summary: Wooyoung thinks San deserves a prize after winning his fight. Threesome ensues.

Pairing: Jung Wooyoung x Choi San x afab reader

Includes: bouncy au, "kitty", pet play, threesome, clit play, penetrative sex, pleaseeee use a condom irl, face fucking, collars and leashes, cat ears

Word count: 1.5k

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Wooyoung gave your leash a tug, nothing too hard, just getting your attention. “Baby?”

“Mm?” You looked up at him.

“Why don’t you start touching yourself for me? I want you nice and desperate once I’m ready for you.” He kept his eyes on the fight, but one corner of his mouth moved up in a smirk.

You sighed in relief. You’d been by his side all night, kneeling on a blanket and waiting patiently for him to give you permission to do anything but wait patiently.

Wooyoung’s star fighter, San, was performing well tonight, and based on how he’d been doing recently, you suspected he’d win. This would be a good thing for you, as Wooyoung would be in a good mood and might actually let you cum. Last time San had lost, you’d been edged for two hours.

You watched San punch the other guy in the face as you put a hand up your skirt. You snuck a glance at Wooyoung, who was leaned forward, his gaze fixed on the ring. “Yes, you can finger yourself.” He said dismissively.

Being his pet had its perks. You got a front row seat to every fight, and they were usually pretty entertaining. He spoiled you, got you nice things to wear. And the sex was nothing short of amazing.

You could barely wait for him to fuck you as you started to finger yourself, first one finger, then two, then three.

“My good kitty.” He absently patted your head, scratching your scalp. You whimpered, and he finally looked at you, smiling. “You like being my good kitty? Excited to get fucked?”

“Yeah.” You whispered.

“San just needs to get one more good hit in and it’s over.” Wooyoung turned his attention back to the fight. “And then I’ll fuck you so good.”

Your fingers, while no comparison to Wooyoung’s cock, moved faster.

San got his hit in, and the other guy fell to the ground, completely knocked out. Wooyoung jumped out of his seat, cheering. He looked at you, handing you the leash. “You can go to the bedroom. I expect you to be all ready by the time I get there.”

You nodded, your eyes lighting up.

You walked through the crowd to the little back door that led to Wooyoung’s room. It was a tidy little room, with a big bed and a nightstand holding enough sex toys to occupy a small army.

You shut the door and pulled one of the nightstand drawers out to get out a little set of cat ears that you clipped into your hair. You took off your top and skirt and spread yourself out on the bed.

When the door opened, it wasn’t just Wooyoung who walked in. San was slightly bloody, dirty, and sweaty, but fuck, he was hot. He smiled at you, his eyes raking down your body.

“Since San won tonight, I thought I’d give him a little reward.” Wooyoung smirked. “You’re okay with that, right, kitty?”

You nodded, your eyes wide. You loved when San joined you. Sometimes Wooyoung treated him like a dom on equal footing, and sometimes he was a pet along with you. It was always different, but Wooyoung was always in charge.

It seemed tonight it would be a mixture, as Wooyoung pulled out a second set of cat ears and put them on San, but nodded at you. “You should be a good pet and fuck our kitty for me, Sannie.” He scratched behind San’s ear, and you bit your lip as San sighed, melting into Wooyoung’s touch. “You were so good for me tonight, I think you deserve a nice tight hole to fuck into.”

You whined, but didn’t say anything. You knew when you were Wooyoung’s pet you’d be punished for speaking, and you were a good kitty.

San turned to look at you, his eyes boring into yours. “I’m gonna fuck you so good, kitty. Hands and knees.”

You got into position, and San fucked you with a couple fingers before lining his cock up with your entrance and sinking into you. A hand pushed between your shoulder blades, and you could hear Wooyoung laughing as your face fell into the pillows.

“Look at that arch.” Wooyoung’s hand ghosted along your back. “Such a perfectly submissive fuckpet.”

You moaned, as much at Wooyoung’s words as at San’s cock.

 San began to move, rocking inside you, his cock pushing deep. You could hear Wooyoung and San kissing, and you whined.

“Feeling left out?” San grabbed onto your hips, punctuating the sentence with a hard thrust. “I’d kiss you, too, kitty, but that pretty little face is pushed into the pillow.”

You tried to raise your head, get your arms under you, but Wooyoung just pushed you back down again. “Don’t distract Sannie from fucking you. Be good and take it.”

San fucked you with increasing intensity, until you were practically sobbing into the pillow, your fingers clawing, scrabbling at the sheets for anything to hold onto. Your legs were tingly, you were tearing up, you were a mess.

San was really fucking good at this, and Wooyoung moving around the two of you made it even better. At one point he yanked your head towards him and kissed you, hard, until you’d squeaked at one of San’s thrusts. He’d pulled away, and you’d been expecting a slap or something similar until he kissed your forehead.

He found your clit, and his finger began moving around it. His other hand fisted in your hair, pulling you up so you could hear him. “Fucking slut… good pet. Good fucking pet. You’re so good for me, aren’t you? Why don’t you hold back and not cum for me? Think you can do that? I think you can do that. San, fuck her harder.” His finger moved faster, and he moved in close to your ear. “Don’t cum, kitty, got that?”

You whined in agreement, arching back against him. It was so much sensation, so much stimulation, it was all you could do not to cum right then.

“Don’t cum, don’t cum…” Wooyoung’s voice lilted, mocking you.

You couldn’t stop it. You came.

San kept fucking you, Wooyoung kept moving his finger, keeping you stimulated through your orgasm. It felt like fireworks were going off in your legs, and you shook. They continued as you came down from your high.

Wooyoung clicked his tongue. “Kitty… I specifically told you not to cum. You’re gonna have to make up for that, you know. San, pull out. You can have her mouth.”

They dragged you down the bed into position: hands and knees again, but this time, you were close to the edge of the bed. San thrust into your mouth, and Wooyoung slid into your pussy.

They fucked you without any kind of rhythm, your body jerking back and forth as they moved in and out of you. You shut your eyes, along for the ride. Spit dripped down your chin as San hit the back of your throat with each thrust, and there was an obscene wet slapping sound as Wooyoung fucked your pussy.

There wasn’t any kind of rhyme or reason to this, but you were in so deep you didn’t care. It felt so fucking good to be used by them that you would’ve done about anything at that point if they’d just keep going.

Wooyoung grunted a few times. “So fucking tight, even after Sannie was just inside you. Can you taste yourself on his cock?”

San tangled his fingers in your hair to keep you in place as he kept going. “I don’t mean to be so rough, baby, but your mouth is just… fuck, it feels so good. I can’t help myself. You understand, right?”

You came again, at the same time as San, who pulled out of your mouth to cum all over your face. It dripped off of you as he gently combed his hand through your hair. “Is Woo fucking you so good, baby?”

“Mhm.” You whined, leaning into his touch even as the aftershocks of your orgasm still arced through you. “Good, Sannie.”

“Beautiful kitty. Woo’s gonna cum and then… and then we’ll see what he wants to do, okay? You can talk, if you like.”

You nodded, pushing yourself back onto Wooyoung’s cock. “He feels so good.”

“Fuck.” Wooyoung’s pace stammered. “I’m so close, kitty. So good for me.”

It wasn’t long before he came inside you with a groan. You whimpered through his orgasm.

Slowly, Wooyoung pulled out, and you could feel his cum dripping out of you. You fell on your side, breathing hard.

“Perfect kitty.” Wooyoung moved to spoon you, and San cuddled you from the front. You closed your eyes, so content in their presence you could’ve fallen asleep, and in fact you might have if Wooyoung hadn’t started to touch your clit again.

You whined, squirming.

“I told you I’d have to punish you, didn’t I?” Wooyoung whispered mischievously. “That means you don’t stop until I say stop.”

“Yes, sir.” You pushed back into his hand.

“Look at you.” He laughed softly. “You still want it. Needy little kitty.”

You knew Wooyoung could be sadistic. He’d fuck you into overstimulation and past it until you were begging for mercy. He’d use San to help overwhelm your body.

And you’d enjoy every second of it.

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more of a cat person

f!reader x lee minho smut | mdni 1.8k it's your boyfriend's birthday and you gift him a... dog collar? Well not exactly... the collar is in deed for you but the gift is definitely for him nsfw tags under the cut

#28: pet play (twt p☆rnlink) pet play, dog collar and leash, a lot of teasing because i mean it's lee minho, oral (m), minho is an ass man (ofc), one spank, backshots, dacryphilia (he's a sadist <3), mild degradation, a lot of praising, he's gentle when he's gotta and then he gets rough because you both lil freaks, light breathplay at the very end, squirting, creampie ♡

a/n : im backkkk. honestly that one was so fun to write and so different. i hope you like it <333

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“A dog… collar?” Minho tilted his head quizzically as he held the odd item in his hand and set the small present box aside on the coffee table. “You know I’m more of a cat person, right?” he raised one eyebrow, slightly turning to you making the leather couch creek quietly.

“It’s not for you, dummy” you said, sliding between your boyfriend’s thighs, sitting on your heels, your knees resting on the soft rug. “It’s for me” you delicately took the collar from his hands and wrapped it around your own neck.

“It’s my birthday and you’re getting yourself a gift-... oh” Minho’s words trailed off when he finally understood where you were getting at. 

“Oh don’t get me wrong the collar is for me but the gift is definitely for you, Min” you said letting a little smirk pull on your lips as you flipped the golden tag. Minho reached out to it and swiped his thumb over the engraved writing.

“Minho’s bitch” he whispered. He liked what he was seeing, he knew that much by the way his cock was jumping between his thigh as he heard the metallic clink of the hook around your neck and you slipped in his hand the leash that came along the pretty pink collar.

“A pretty little fucktoy for my birthday, huh?” Minho twisted the leather around his wrist once, twice and tugged at the leash making you draw closer. “Aren’t I lucky?”

The way his eyes darkened with obscene thoughts made you squeeze your thighs together. Minho always liked to be in control and you knew this gift was going to be effective. But you didn’t picture he would get into the role this quickly.

“So you’ll do everything I ask you to tonight?” he said, taking his available hand and tenderly rubbing your cheek. His hands were warm and gentle.

“Everything” you whispered, eyes fluttering close, letting your cheek rest against his hand, quite literally melting in his touch. But you felt the leash being tugged sharply again pulling you even closer and making your eyes snap open.

“Tsk tsk” Minho clicked his tongue, raising an eyebrow. “Never heard a dog speak before” his smirk was downright evil as he was looking down at you, keeping a certain tension on the leash to make sure he was having your undivided attention as he was disciplining you. “Bark for me, bitch. Bark for your owner.”

He was hanging from your lips, eagerly anticipating hearing you submit to him in the form of giving away your human right to speak.

“Woof woof” you uttered and Minho swore he felt his cock leaking at the tip right there and then. He was so painfully hard for you. And you could feel it, you wanted to relieve him, be good for your master. But you couldn’t say anything.

So you nuzzled him, you buried your face between his thighs, rubbing your burning cheek on his even hotter cock, feeling it respond to you through the fabric of his jeans.

“Awww, puppy. I think I understand what you want”

With his available hand Minho unzipped his pants and pulled out his leaking and raging hard cock. You swallowed thickly like a dog that was presented with his favourite treat, and that wasn't too far from the truth. You opened your mouth patiently waiting.

“Good girl” Minho praised as he breached your lips, feeling your hot wet tongue on his tip, he sighed at the contact and you moaned as his taste was filling your mouth again. You instantly felt the tension melting away from your shoulders. Kneeling between your boyfriend’s thigh was your favourite place on earth, where you belonged. And Minho also knew that much. 

You began sucking his cock, bobbing your head up and down until your drool was soaking his balls and making his jeans sticky and wet. He sighed every time you spent more time focussing on his cock head. You picked up the pace and took him deeper with every groan and sigh. It was the only things you could hear: him, the lewd and wet slurping noises and the clinking of the metal tag around your neck.

“Stay” Minho said in a commanding tone, pulling on the leash again when you were fitting him whole inside your mouth. “Look at me” 

How he loved to see you like that, watery heart eyes looking up at him, mouth filled to the brim with his cock. He was so close to cumming, shooting his huge load so deep in you it would probably go out through your nose but he couldn't. Not right now. He had to enjoy his birthday gift a little longer.

He tugged at the leash again but this time to get you off his painfully sensitive cock. He needed to feel your throbbing cunt around him. And he needed it now.

“Take off your clothes”

Without much thought you obeyed peeling off one article of clothing after the other until you were in your simplest form apart from the pretty pink collar. 

“Bedroom. Now.” You were eager, your sticky juices clinging onto your thighs and you hurriedly took a step towards your shared bedroom but once again the leash stopped you.

“Awww, puppy.” Minho tilted his head and gave a mock concerned half smile. “I wanna see you crawl.” He took your face into a gentle hold and urged you on your knees again. “Like a good little bitch. Right?”

“Woof woof” 

“Good girl”

You started crawling on all fours across the living space and through the hall. Closely followed by Minho, looking at your ass roll with every step. He always liked looking at you from behind, your ass was probably his favourite thing about you so you knew he was admiring you back there, taking in the breathtaking view.

“Up” he said once you reached the bed and you climbed up. “Stay right there. Nice and pretty for me.” You felt him grab your hips and pull you to the edge of the bed while you were still on all fours. Then you heard him fumble with his belt and shed the clothes he was wearing before you felt him palm your ass, fingers spread out to cup it, groping the flesh while his other hand was still tightly holding onto the leash. 

He landed a crisp slap on your ass, making you whimper. Music to his ears. You had to bite your lips to refrain from begging for more.

But the idea was quickly gone when you felt his tip rub along your slick folds, lewd wet noises erupting from the act.

“Look at how fucking wet you got from sucking on my cock and prancing naked on all fours” He spread you ass with both hands, looking at your pretty pussy opening up for him, more slick gushing out of the slit. “You really are a bitch. A cock hungry little whore.”

There were so many things you wanted to say, you wanted to say thank you, wanted to ask him to pull on the leash more, you wanted to beg for his cock. But you were determined to obey him, be a good girl for him and you stayed silent apart from the occasional whimpering complaints, which Minho tolerated.

So it was only understandable that you felt your cunt dangerously throb as soon as he pushed his cock inside. You waited for him for so long, you almost came undone as soon as you felt his tip gently kissing your cervix. But you couldn’t yet, not without disappointing your master so you clenched your jaw, fisted the sheets and grunted. Trying so hard to refrain yourself and it worked, somehow.

“Gooood girlll" Minho said, voice a little strained, he probably also was trying to hold himself back, that would explain why he hadn’t started moving yet. 

“Fucckkk” he sighed as soon as he started pumping his cock in and out of you, at first very slowly. The kind of pace that was driving you mad, and he knew it but that’s what he liked. He loved to make you suffer. And you heard the maniacal laugh when he felt you squirm under him, pathetically trying to fuck yourself back on his cock, matching his rhythm, biting your lips almost until you drew blood to keep your pitifully little pleas behind your teeth. Minho couldn't see but he knew you were crying right now. Thick tears rolling off your burning cheeks from the sheer frustration of being fucked too slowly after this much teasing. And he loved every second of it. He loved breaking you to put you back together. You were his toy.

“Your bitch cunt is so fucking wet and tight for me. You want more? Want me to fuck faster huh?” he picked up the pace.

“woofwoofwoofwoof” you mumbled incoherently.

“Good girl, what a good little bitch you are being for Master” Now he was hammering into you. “Hghh Fuck-” His nails dug into your side as he continued to smash himself into you, drawing more slick out of your throbbing little pussy. 

Minho knew he was close and he needed to make sure you would finish before he did. He might have been a psycho sadist but he was still your loving boyfriend and he wanted you to be satisfied.

“Now you’re gonna cum for me baby, ok?” he pulled on the leash again, making your neck awkwardly bend back. The pink collar dug into your skin restricting the blood flow to your brain. 

It was exhilarating. You were deliciously light headed, your ears were ringing, Minho’s words became unintelligible, and you felt your heart beat in your pussy every time Minho was smashing inside. You thought you couldn’t possibly feel better then that but then you felt Minho hand left your waist to press on your clit. He didn’t even need to rub it, only pressing it lightly was enough to send you over the edge, making your cunt gush out more cum as you pulsed and throbbed around your boyfriend’s cock. 

And he couldn't take it anymore, not when you were this wet, literally dripping over the sheets and not when you were milking him dry demanding to be filled to the brink with his hot cum. The least he could do was grant your wish. With a low agonizing groan and a final deep thrust he delivered his load as deep as he could, effectively creaming your little cunt until it oozed out of your abused hole. His dick was still twitching when he pulled, half hard.

He finally let go of the leash and your wits are quick to come back before you crash on your stomach, too bad for the sheets ruined by cum leaking out your pussy. Minho crashed beside you seconds later, panting, his hand haphazardly looking for yours. He brought it to his lips to lay a gentle kiss on it, before smiling adorably at you. There was nothing left of the darkness that was clouding his gaze a few seconds ago. Now he was looking at you with round loving eyes and his signature bunny smile that melted your heart.

“Happy birthday, baby”

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a/n: ugggghhhhh why is pet play + minho such a good combo thoughhh???? anyways if you enjoyed and reblog or comment before midnight i will be summoned into your bedroom tonight and i will talk for hours about my hyperfixations. you've been warned <3

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Come on Kitty

Pairing: Yelena Belova x Reader

Warnings: afab!reader, heavy pet play, mention of collars and leash, using kitty as a nickname, light dumbification, tasting yourself, fingering, praise kink, oral sex, 18+ Smut minors dni

Summary: Yelena has a hard time controlling herself ever since she saw you wearing some pretty cat ears.

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The two cat ears standing on top of your head seem to capture Yelena’s full and undivided attention. Testing the waters you snap a finger in front of her, but her bright eyes don’t blink, carrying on with her intense stare.

“Yelena.”

Your sweet voice pulls your girlfriend out of her daze and she hums in response.

“It’s nothing serious, I just forgot to take them off,” you say as your hands reach to take the headband off. Before you can blink your hands are stopped by your girlfriend’s before she shakes her head.

“No. Leave them on. I think they are cute,” she says, signaling for you to continue your conversation. There is no hidden emotion in her tone, just a simple statement so you listen, give her a smile, and continue talking about the last couple of hours you spent with Kate. You explain how Kate insisted you buy the ears for the upcoming themed party she invited you to.

Weeks go by and the cat ears are never brought up again, nor are they worn again, at least not after the party. Instead, the ears haunt Yelena in her sleep. The pointy, black, fuzzy ears take up her thoughts in her mind and she can’t shake the image of you wearing them, sitting pretty on your knees looking up at her. She can picture your face leaning into the palm of her hand as she pets you.

Over the course of three weeks her dreams consist of you crawling towards her as she tugs softly at your leash. Her eyes move wildly beneath her eyelids as she dreams how her fingers tighten a leather collar around your neck. She hums in her sleep when a soft jingle coming from the gold bell attached to your collar meets her ears.

The dreams are sweet and innocent for the first two weeks. Maybe up to the start of the third. However, those dreams take a drastic turn when the black cat ears reappear on top of your shared bed.

Yelena, trained to overcome anything and everything, is frozen at the entrance of your shared room. Flashes of you wearing the ears, meowing at her, and whining for pets replay in her head. These corrupt images make her curse before she walks out with her cheeks flushing.

As if the images were a preview to her dreams, later that night, Yelena’s dreams are then filled with you beneath her whining her name as she holds your hips in place. She vividly remembers the dirty words she whispers into your ear as you reach closer and closer to your second - no third orgasm.

“Come on Kitty, let go for me.”

Yelena wakes up panting after that dream. The ache between her legs has her cursing under her breath, even more so when her sitting upright wakes you.

You moan softly, using your hand to rub your sleep away from your eyes, “Another nightmare?”

Yelena is silent for a second, stuck deciding whether or not to lie. Should she say yes or admit she has been dreaming of petting, loving, and fucking you?

Luckily, you assume it’s the first instead of the latter based on her silence. She sighs when she feels your warm hand rub her thigh. Your touch is supposed to be comforting, but it only fuels her ache.

“What was it this time?” You whisper, worrying if you spoke any louder Yelena would break down. If that did happen, it would not be the first time.

“It was you.”

You nod, blinking away the bit of sleep that lingers. Waiting for her to keep talking, you rake her finger through her tangled bed hair. Gently tugging at her knots, Yelena leans into your touch.

“You were so pretty. You are pretty, kitty.”

The name slips out, but not by accident.

“Kitty?” You ask slightly thrown off.

Yelena only nods before climbing on top of you, letting the bedsheet pool at her waist. Her thighs trap yours and her eyes are blinking slowly at you letting you know what type of dream she really had.

Yelena smirks when you make the connection.

“It was the cat ears, huh?” Your soft chuckle is cut short when Yelena leans down to press a kiss on your lips. Your hands find her waist and your thumbs slip under some band t-shirt she typically wears to sleep. The altered and loose neckline gives you the perfect view of her breasts with her on top of you, so you tug at her t-shirt. It’s a silent beg for skin contact.

“Nuh uh,” Yelena shakes her head. Detaching your hands from her waist, she pins them above your head. “Keep your paws to yourself, kitty.”

Her words make you gasp, this is a new side of your girlfriend. Never has she shown any interest in these types of dynamics. She was always satisfied with softer sex and sweet pet names, never real pet names.

Her hands pinning yours down squeeze your wrists softly, a silent instruction to keep them there. She gives you a soft kiss before climbing off your lap, her booty shorts give you a preview of what she is going to let you see later making you smile. You wait patiently on the bed with your hands on top of your head, resting on the pillows as your girlfriend searches your drawers. You can feel the excitement radiating off Yelena’s skin when she finds the ears that sparked this new fantasy.

She raises the ears to your hairline as she signals you to lift your head. Carefully, the ears rest on your head, and Yelena is weary of the headband so it doesn’t tug or dig into the skin behind your ears. You smile at her thoughtfulness and almost lift your hand to caress her face, but you remember her rule, paws to yourself.

“You’re pushing against me like you’re in heat.”

Your eyes widen as you look down. She’s right. Somehow your legs have wrapped around Yelena’s waist as your hips roll to find any type of pleasure. Despite the nonchalant front Yelena displays, her panties are equally as wet as yours, if not more. It takes every bit of control in her to not bury herself between your thighs. The only thing that keeps her from licking your slick is the hungry fantasy she intends to fulfill tonight.

Her hands still your rolling hips before her hands slip under your shorts. She expertly slips her eager finger past your plain cotton underwear as she gathers your slick onto her fingers. The tips of her fingers tease your entrance. They teasingly dip inside your leaking hole and quickly move to ghost over your clit. The action causes your jaw to twitch, she glances up at your hands that clench themselves into small fists.

“Have a small taste,” Yelena says as she brings her wet fingers to your lips. As if she can read your mind, Yelena pulls her fingers away before you can get your mouth to wrap around her middle and ring fingers. “No. Small taste,” she shakes her head.

Confused, you look up at her.

More of your slick builds up when she tilts her head to the side, she mocks you, “Dumb kitty. You don’t know what a small taste is? Stick out your tongue.”

She almost hisses when you stick out your tongue with your mouth wide open. Slowly, you put the clues together and retract your tongue until only the tip peeks past your lips. Immediately you are met with praise and the familiar taste of yourself, “There you go, Kitty.”

Yelena repeatedly feeds you your slick on her fingers by brushing them against your tongue in short and slow motions. This creates the illusion of your kitten licking her fingers and when you get the hint you bob your head so you’re the one licking and she isn’t the one feeding your own slick.

“Such a good kitty.”

Your drool pools on her fingers and she laughs. Before you can beg, her fingers are back home and tease your entrance. The eyes you give her are enough for her to show you mercy. Two, wet fingers pushing themselves inside you and you whine loudly when she slowly builds a rhythm.

“Want to hear all your pretty meows.” She whispers in your ear. “Okay, kitty?”

You nod harshly as your hands grip the soft pillow above you. Your nails scratch at the soft pillowcase and suddenly Yelena is jealous of the inanimate object, however, before she can say anything, one particular thrust of her fingers makes you moan.

Poor pillow, it’s only fair Yelena saves it from you right?

“Touch me.” It’s a simple order, but you don’t even know where to touch first.

Your hands slip under her t-shirt. Fingertips drag against her soft skin before they reach up to her breast. You playfully tug at her nipples and smile when she whines. Your left hand gets lost in her wild, bed head and your right kneads her breast, almost like a cat.

Yelena kisses you like her life depends on it; however, she never loses focus on her working fingers. She breathes you in and curls her two - nope three fingers inside you. Her tongue licks your bottom lip and her teeth come out to play. The lewd sound of your mouths fills the room and it makes you shy.

Her fingers don’t stop, instead they work harder and faster. She matches her fingers with every roll of your hips. You swear you almost pur when Yelena whispers sweet praises in your ear. She whispers how good of a kitty you are and how she wants to buy a pretty collar. Maybe even buy you a bowl with your name on it.

“Please.”

“Should get you a tail to match these ears?”

Those words trigger your release and you’re moaning into your girlfriend’s neck. Smug, Yelena finds your lips once again and lets you ride out your orgasm until you’re a twitching mess.

Nevertheless, you still whine loudly when she pulls away from your lips and throbbing pussy.

Yelena is out of bed before you can even blink. She stands at the edge of the bed and tilts her head, calling you over. It takes a second for you to adjust and she doesn’t blame you, instead she gives you new directions, “Crawl to me.”

You blink. You’re wet between your thighs and your heart beats rapidly in your chest. Like the good cat you are, your hands and knees meet the cold floor. Every step has you falling deeper into a floaty headspace where you only want to moan Yelena’s name and lean into her touch.

“That’s it, Kitty. Almost there,” she praises, only after she has licked your remaining wetness off her fingers.

Yelena hums when your head perks up the second she clicks her tongue the same way she does when she sees a stray on a street. Her eyes stop at the ears resting on your head and then at your crawling figure.

With one last step, you reach Yelena’s feet. Obediently, you sit your ass on your heels and place your hands flat between your legs where you feel incredibly empty. A quiet sound escapes your lips when Yelena pets the top of your head. Her hand trails down to your cheek and neck before she tilts your chin up.

“You pur so pretty for me.”

You want to whine when her hand leaves you, but you’re rewarded with Yelena stepping out of her sleeping shorts and her nudging your face between her legs.

“Kitten licks, okay? Just like we practiced.”

You nod quickly before the tip of your tongue gently licks the heaven between your girlfriend’s thighs. The thigh that suddenly hooks over your shoulder muffles your girlfriend’s soft sighs which leaves you a little sad.

“Such a good kitty,” she praises yet again. You don’t know how it’s possible but Yelena pushes you closer to her before moaning, “Keep going.”

Her taste drips onto your tongue and your hands itch to touch her. You bob your head up and down with every lock which causes the ears on your head to slip forward. The sight of your ears bouncing with every lick has Yelena cursing before looking up at the ceiling. Her sighs get louder and heavier with each lick and you know she’s close. Usually your girlfriend needs a bit more than just your tongue to get off, but you have underestimated her love for your ears.

“Come on Kitty. Ah-” she cuts herself off with a loud moan when you suck her swollen clit into your mouth. Yelena chants your name, forgetting about your new nickname as the seal finally breaks. You let Yelena ride your face until her hips twitch, overstimulated.

When Yelena comes down from her high, she praises you and whispers a sweet ‘I love you’ before slipping the cat ears off your head. You chuckle when you see a very prominent blush on her cheeks. You had no clue your girlfriend had this fantasy, but you’re glad she finally acted on it.

Giggling to yourself you hold Yelena’s stretched out hand and let her lead you to your shared bathroom. With your empty hand you playfully hook your nails to Yelena’s band t-shirt.

“Thank you,” you say shyly.

The way you hide yourself from her stare makes her smile, because she should be the one thanking you. You’re the one that let her make her fantasies come true. She smiles softly at you before pulling you in for a sweet kiss, tugging off your shirt and sleeping shorts. Her lips leave for a few seconds and you stand in the middle of the bathroom as you watch Yelena set the tub for your shared bath.

“I should be thanking you, Kitty.”

You smile and pray that your new nickname sticks.

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[awkward-walking-potato]

My Kitty Cat

Logan was stalking through the mansion, his usual gruff expression firmly in place, when he heard it—my voice, calling out from down the hall.

"Hey, kitty cat!" I called, the grin on my face audible in my tone.

He stopped dead in his tracks, his hands balling into fists at his sides. I didn’t need to see his face to know the reaction I’d get; it was the same every time.

“Stop calling me that,” he growled without turning around, his voice a low rumble that might’ve scared anyone else off. But I wasn’t anyone else.

I jogged up to him, barely able to suppress the laughter bubbling up inside me. Logan might be a terrifying sight when he was angry—adamantium claws, unyielding muscles, that perpetual scowl—but I’d long since learned that my teasing barely scratched the surface of his temper.

“Oh, come on, don’t be like that,” I said, stepping into his path. “You know it’s just a little fun.”

He stared down at me, his blue eyes narrowing into slits. “You call this fun?”

I reached up without hesitation, my fingers diving into the thick, unruly mess of his hair. “Sure do,” I said, giving one of the tufts a playful tug. “Look at these little cat ears. They’re practically begging for a petting.”

Logan batted my hand away, his expression darkening further. “I’m not some damn pet,” he snapped, his voice dripping with irritation. “And I ain’t your toy either.”

“You could’ve fooled me,” I shot back, smirking. “You’re always lurking around, giving me that brooding look. It’s like you’re begging for me to come over and ruffle your fur.”

His jaw tightened, the muscles in his neck flexing as he ground his teeth together. For a moment, I thought I’d actually pushed him too far. Logan was all about control, about keeping the beast inside on a leash, and I didn’t want to be the one to make him lose it.

But then, instead of the explosion I was half expecting, he just let out a sharp exhale, his eyes flicking up to meet mine.

“You really get a kick outta this, don’t you?” he said, his voice softer, but no less dangerous.

I blinked, caught off guard by the sudden shift in his tone. “What do you mean?”

Logan’s gaze bore into me, and I felt the usual confidence I had around him waver. “This whole thing. You messin’ with me. Callin’ me kitty, actin’ like I’m some kinda joke.”

The playful smirk I usually wore around him faltered. “Logan, I’m not—”

“You like pokin’ the bear,” he interrupted, stepping closer. “But you’re playin’ with fire, darlin’.”

My breath hitched at the way he said it, the low rasp of his voice sending a shiver down my spine. I’d never heard him talk like that before—like he was barely holding something back.

“I’m just teasing,” I said, my voice coming out quieter than I intended. “I didn’t think you minded…”

“Yeah, well, maybe I do,” he growled, leaning down so his face was inches from mine. “Maybe I’m tired of you always treatin’ me like some kinda joke.”

There was a challenge in his eyes now, something fierce and untamed. I should’ve backed off, apologized, but instead, I found myself drawn in, unable to look away.

“I didn’t mean to—” I started, but he cut me off with a low, frustrated sound, a noise that sent a flush of heat through me.

“Enough,” he said, his voice rough. “You’re done messin’ with me.”

Before I could respond, before I could even process what was happening, Logan’s hand shot out, grabbing me by the back of the neck and pulling me to him. His lips crashed against mine in a kiss that was anything but gentle—possessive, demanding, and utterly consuming.

I gasped against his mouth, my hands instinctively gripping the front of his shirt as he pulled me closer, like he was trying to erase any distance between us. The kiss was fierce, a clash of teeth and tongues, and for a moment, all I could do was hold on and let him take what he wanted.

When he finally pulled back, both of us were breathing hard, our foreheads pressed together as we stood there, the tension between us crackling like electricity. His eyes were dark, wild, as he looked down at me, his hand still fisted in my hair.

“Still think it’s funny to call me kitty?” he asked, his voice low and gravelly.

I stared up at him, my heart pounding in my chest, every nerve in my body on fire. “Maybe,” I managed to say, though my voice was shaky. “But I think I like this better.”

A rough chuckle rumbled out of him, and he shook his head, his hand loosening its grip but not letting go entirely. “You’re somethin’ else, you know that?”

I grinned, finally regaining some of my composure. “So I’ve been told.”

Logan’s eyes softened just a fraction, his thumb brushing over my cheek. “You keep pushin’ me like that, and you’re gonna get burned.”

I tilted my head, my grin widening. “Maybe I like a little fire.”

He huffed out a breath, somewhere between exasperation and amusement, and released his hold on me. “You’re playin’ a dangerous game.”

“Good thing I like to win,” I shot back, stepping back but still feeling the heat between us.

He shook his head again, but there was something different in his expression now—something softer, maybe even affectionate, buried under all that gruff exterior.

“Guess you ain’t all that bad,” he muttered, as if admitting it was some great burden.

“I’ll take that as a compliment,” I said, feeling a strange warmth spreading through me at the admission.

Logan gave me one last long look before turning to walk away, but I didn’t miss the slight smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. And as I watched him go, I couldn’t help but think that maybe, just maybe, all that teasing had finally paid off.

Because the Wolverine might not like being called kitty, but Logan? He sure didn’t seem to mind me all that much.

[simpsdept]

Hello, could you maybe do one with Carmilla x female reader with cat features? It can be smut if you want.

A/n: yep! Sorry to everyone! I havnt been posting cause I was trying to finally relax after school ended, but now I’m back and gotta do over 80 requests lol

Im rusty

Carmilla x cat like reader SFW and NSFW headcannons

SFW-

-She finds your absolutely adorable. Come on, you have cat ears, cats are adorable! And Carmilla gives off a cat lady.

-She has defiantly wrapped your tail around her large hands before for comfort, of course she does it gently , she would never hurt you.

-At night, or even sometimes in a meeting if she’s very stressed, she’ll have her hands on her head near your ears to pet you or hiding under the desk to pet your tail.

-Even if you have cat like features, she isn’t gonna treat you like a pet.

-Clara and Odette adore you as well, they’ve fallen asleep on you so many times from your warmth and comfort. Your supper fluffy so they cuddle against you at home if your ever having a movie night.

-You might as well be Carmilla’s personal teddy bear, she keeps you wrapped up in her arms at night close. Her arms around your waist or chest holding you tightly while her chin and head are resting on your head, sometimes nuzzling against your head.

-Something she hates having to do is drag you to the shower. Cats don’t like water and that lived with you in hell. You hate it. So she literally has to hold you down to put you in the tub. She was even considering once to just make a deal with you so she can chain you and hold ya down.

-purposely bought you a pack of blazers for your birthday, whoever your bored she gets one out and waves it around in her office, house, room. She has so many videos of you chasing them in the house.

NSFW-

-She will punish you if you spray. It’s not bad, it is normal for your body, but it isn’t fun for the person cleaning it up. Shes monitoring you the whole time you’re in heat.

-Remember when i said she wouldn’t treat you as a pet? Yea she won’t normally, but will in bed. Pet kink. 100%. You literally have cat features, she’s gonna take advantage of that.

-she 100% uses a leash and collar in bed for you. She’ll have you on your stomach, her strap buried deep inside you while she lays on your back, tugging the collar as she thrusts into you.

-She can be rough and fast if you want. When your deep in your heat she’ll go as fast as she can so your pleased.

-She also praises too. Like ‘that’s my good kitten’ or ‘good girl’. She also calls you things in Spanish like ‘mi gatito’ or ‘mi Vida/amor’

-I’d say she could go for 3 to 4 times depending on her stamina. If she’s going rough and fast on you the whole time she can probably only do it twice, but if she’s going slow on you she’s going 4 times

-She pulls your tail in bed, not hard enough to hurt but enough for you to feel. She loves to see your cat ears tense and pin down on your head as she fucks you, and loves to look into your eyes while she does, unless she’s on your back with her strap then her eyes are closed

-She will scissor you as well to let herself feel some pleasure herself

-Both of you have a lot of scratches after, you guys have sharp nails

-After all of it she’ll make sure you’re okay, safe, comfortable and cozy, she’s a great wife.

[nqify]

How about our cat boy using a collar on u, acting possessive, and saying things like your mine and all that stuff.

If u could add some aftercare or/and cuddles

😩

Omg OMGOGMGKG THE COLLAR GIRL!!!! IM ON IT!!!

collar kink. — miles quaritch ☆

pairings. na’vi!miles quaritch. fem!reader

content warnings. choking. lil degrading. dirty talk. daddy kink. oral for f!reader.

note. i just know he’d get you a cute little hello kitty one

we all can agree on that miles is so possessive over you. anything you do, anything you have, anything u eat, drink IS HIS!!!

so when he starts thinking about having a collar on u while he’s pounding into ur abused pussy!! oh my god he’s going crazy!!

he’d be so subtle with it at the start, he’d see if u rlly rlly like choking, and ofc u did duh?? like he’s drilling ur shit and u whine, “p-please daddy c-choke me!!” yeah your definitely gonna LOVE the collar.

When he sees you in it for the first time?!?! oh my god, tail wagging, ears perked up, dick hard!! the pretty patterns laced on ur neck with the name “pretty girl” graved onto it, yeah hes fucking u good tonight!!!

this could go two ways, he loves u so much and soft love making happens, or hes pounding into you, grabbing onto the leash and choking tf outta you.

let’s say hes had a hard day at work, u wanted to surprise him! u dolled urself up and put the collar on, YEAH HE GONNA LOVE THIS!!!!

he comes home to u, ur spread out just for him!!. he noticed the collar, “fuck mama, look at you, u love being mine don’t you??” yeah ofc u do. and omg he’s so loving.

hes so gentle with you, slowly putting his cock into you, “yeah I know baby, it’s too big for u, but you can take it right?? ur my pretty girl, like the collar says, daddy’s pretty girl” his thrusts are hitting so deep!!! he’s reaching all the right places!!!

hes so close to u too!!! literally hugging ur body. he’d have his tail wrap around ur inner thigh while he pounded oh so slowly into you!!

he’d take his pointer and middle finger and tug at ur collar, “s-shit princess, this collar, f-fuck does things to me, ur mine mama, mine right?? ur daddy’s baby girl yeah???” u whine, “yes!!! pls d-daddy faster!!! want to faster pls pls!!” And omg this fucker can’t say no to u!!

he lifts himself up, still tugging ur collar, the other hand is placed on ur thigh, “want me to go faster baby?? want my cock to make u cum right? yeah that’s my pretty girl” GIRL!!!

now I know y’all came just for miles to choke tf outta you with the collar, I see you.

so if ur getting punished, he will definitely use the collar and leash on you, especially in the doggy position. He’s pounding into you from behind, hand gripped around the leash, pulling u back a little while he’s other hand is gripping ur hip for support.

he’d lean REAL close to you, nibbling ur ear, “such a pathetic little slut, gotta make me use the leash on you bc u just love being punished right?? u just want daddy to fuck this pussy all day don’t you?” your head is shoved in the mattress NODDING AND CRYING!!

he uses the leash to pull you up, causing u to choke and whine!! “don’t get all whiney on me now mama, u asked for this, u wanted to be a slut around all my friends, now take ur punishment”

miles is mumbling, “mine, f-fuck ur mine” and ur just crying!!! back arched and head pulled back!!! he’d grip the leash tighter and pull ur whole body up so that ur back is touching his chest. bf would use his other hand to go down on ur sensitive clit!!

”say ur mine, cmon mama, say ur mine, ur daddys right?? all mine to fuck and breed huh??” ur a mess!! “i-I’m all yours daddy!! a-all yours!! just for u to fuck!!” he’d shove you back down, “yeah that’s right, now u finally get it, ur my slut, my pretty girl, only I get to fuck you like this”

and when ur about to cum, this fucker wants u to say everything!! “who’s pussy is this mama??” You’d be struggling, “u-urs pls! a-ahhh! so close” and he’s GRINNING!! “uh uh baby, want u to say the full thing cmon now, make daddy happy and maybe he’ll let u cum”

“t-this pussy is y-yours daddy!! only yours!! I’m just ur f-fuck toy ahhh, daddy pls” girl he’s in awe, he has to let u cum now!!!

okay yall, you guys might not agree with me on this but I feel like he would def use the collar and leash while he’s eating you out, like more control over you??? yeah he’s taking that.

like you’d be spread open for him, ur head on the mattress while ur body is on the edge on the bed. This fucker has got the leash wrapped around his fingers. you’d try to move away from him due to the pleasure, he’d tug on the leash a bit, “uh uh mama, behave for me”

or he’d use it to choke you, since his other hand is busy down there. He’ll pull away from ur pussy, “look at you mama, u like when I choke u with this?? such a nasty slut you are huh??” he’d tug on it again and u whine out, “don’t act like u don’t love me eating ur pussy like this, u fucking love it that I have this much control over you don’t you?? u like when daddy uses u like this?? yeah that’s right” girl…..he is so fine.

and when ur about to cum, he wraps the leash around his hand and pulls u up, “look at me baby, look at me while I make this pussy pretty cum” EYE CONTACT!! (yall someone request this cuz I know he’d love it)

now ofc after y’all done ur business HE IS SO CARING!! he’s rubbing lotion of ur port neck, ur wrists and hips. Kissing your forehead and hugging you!! HE IS SO SWEET!!

pulls you close and says, “u did so well for me baby, so well” GIRL!!!!! u just smile and snuggle into him more!! “who’s my good girl mama??? Is it you?? is it my pretty girl??” ur nodding ur head. he kisses ur lips, “ofc it is, I love u mama” crying rn.

request are now open but only for a limited time!! so send in as much as u can now <333

[saberlibrary]

Santa’s prettiest Elf ft. Toji Fushiguro

Day 05 of 31 Days of Ficmas!

summary — toji fushiguro takes his son to meet the local santa, and one of his elves catches his attention.

word count — 824

content — MDNI, smut, pwp, sex in public space, unprotected sex, bad christmas referencies, bad writing, little bit of praise/degradation/overstimulation

notes — i wish i had more time to write this one

Toji Fushiguro returns to the Christmas fair around its closing time, watching from afar as people leave and the place begins to empty.

He had brought Megumi there earlier to see all the decorations and meet Santa when one particular elf-dressed woman caught his attention, guarding Santa’s cabin door and talking cheerfully with everyone in the line.

You, with your little green dress, striped white-red socks, and the usual Christmas hat, held his intimidating gaze and chatted so sweetly with his son.

So, naturally, Toji comes back to get a taste of you.

A wicked smile grows on his lips when he sees you’re the only one closing everything around Santa’s cabin, making sure there’s no one near before approaching you, silently like a cat.

“You shouldn’t be here,” your voice sounds before he announces himself. You’re not facing him, and, for a moment, Toji is dumbfounded.

Amusement fills him, “Oh?”

“I saw you. Your presence is hard to miss,” you explain, facing the man with a smile yourself. “Is there anything you need, Mr…?”

“Call me Toji.”

You hum, locking the front fences and walking back towards the cabin, he follows you promptly, “And how can I help you, Toji?”

“Was wondering if I could get my Christmas gift now.”

You both feel the tension in the air, so palpable you could grab it and twist its neck. Toji is, by far, the hottest man you’ve ever laid eyes on, and that is the reason why you chuckle and step into Santa’s cabin, letting him follow you inside.

“Do you always let strangers in?”, he asks playfully when you close the door, making his way to the big red chair situated in the middle back of the place.

You watch cautiously as he sits, resting his head on his fist and looking at you as if you are the most intriguing thing in the world, “Just the handsome ones who come back looking for me.”

That devilish smile appears on his face again, “A smooth talker, aren’t you?”, he readjusts himself on the chair, “Why don’t you come sit on my lap?”

You go to him so quickly it feels like he has a leash around your neck; pulling, pulling, pulling.

Toji smashes your lips together the moment you’re on top of him, stealing your breath away and consuming you as he pushes his tongue into your mouth.

His hands are firmly pressed on your thighs, slowly going up alongside your dress, and finally squeezing your ass. You sigh into the kiss, moaning when he sucks on your tongue.

He breaks the kiss already licking your chin, biting on your jaw and it makes you dizzy.

You can barely keep up with him, yet you’re feeling it all.

You feel it when he removes his hands from your butt, lifts your dress, and presses his fingers on your wet cunt, you feel it when he fingers you like no one ever did and makes you cum oh so quickly.

You can hear the sound of his zipper and your attention goes straight to his cock, so big and thick it worries you for a moment. “Don’t worry, I’ll make it fit,” he says as if reading your mind.

Your breathing is still uneven when Toji pumps his length a few times and pushes the tip inside, slowly burying himself in you.

You feel your body burning hot, adjusting yourself to him and clawing at his clothed shoulders, “Fuck, Toji…”, you cry out when he finally bottoms out.

The dark-haired man starts to move, “Took me so good,” he praises, using his hands to move you the way he wants as he snaps his hips. “You were born for my cock.”

He has utter control of your body and you’re completely out of your senses, feeling his hands on your waist and the shape of his cock, in and out, in and out. You can swear you’re drooling, and Toji is hyperfixed on where both of you connect.

“Hah, pretty elf… pretty fucking whore…”, he groans. You feel your high approaching suddenly and, before you know it, you’re shaking above him. Your second orgasm comes and Toji can feel your muscles contracting as you cry out and hold onto him, “Fuck, already?”

His grip on you gets tighter and his pace gets faster, rougher, “Wait– Toji–”, you whine, fucked out. “I’m– too sensitive…”, he can see the tears on your face and it only pushes him further.

“Sorry, pretty, gotta cum too. You can take it,” he bites your jaw, fucking you rashly.

When your third orgasm hits, he has to pull out immediately, cumming on your beautiful green dress and staining your elf costume.

“Fuck,” he breathes out. “Couldn’t have you squeezing me like that. Dangerous shit.”

“Sorry,” you murmur, still zoned out.

“You know…” he starts as he watches you coming down from your high, “You should be on Santa’s naughty list.”

[magneto-was-fucking-right]

The Ghost Next Door - Chapter 2

Prompt: After suffering an almost lethal injury in combat, Simon "Ghost" Riley expected a dull, and uneventful leave back at his shitty apartment. His new next-door neighbor ruins his plans. Pairing: Simon "Ghost" Riley x Reader (named Riley Thomas for plot purposes)

Chapter 1 Chapter 3

Disclaimer: slow burn; neighbor!Simon; will eventually contain very graphic descriptions of smut;

Chapter summary: Ghost's neighbor works hard to get in his good graces: her dog, not so much. Word Count: 1.2k

Riley Thomas woke up at 5 in the morning with a skull-splitting headache and a sore neck, as she had fallen asleep awkwardly on her armchair the previous evening. It was her day off, but her body was now so accustomed to the work routine she often had trouble allowing herself to sleep in.

In order to get up, she (sorrowfully) had to move a large cat that lay peacefully on her legs, stretching her aching muscles and cracking her joints before starting her morning routine, which consisted of thoroughly cleaning litter boxes and cages, feeding the animals and making sure they kept as quiet as possible. The rest of the apartment was a complete mess (as well as her looks), but at least the pets were well taken care of. The burnt cookies laid abandoned on her small kitchen table, and she grabbed one off the tray before biting into it and trying not to grimace as she tasted it.

“Fuck that’s awful.”

She made a mental note to deep clean the flat as soon as possible but she knew her exhaustion would make her postpone it as much as possible. Riley had a mission much more important than that: to get into her neighbor’s good graces. The thought of confronting the large, intimidating man once again made her stomach lurch and her body tremble with anxiety, but if she didn’t try there was a good chance she – as well as her rescues - would be homeless in less than a few weeks. So, once her home affairs were sorted, she quickly caught up with her skincare routine, replaced her sweatpants with simple jeans and her tank top for a warm sweater, and leashed an excited young German shepherd she was currently housing to head out to the nearest grocery store.

The early morning daylight barely lit up the dim hallway as she fiddled with her keys and gently tried to push the cat’s head inside the apartment with her foot.

“I’ll be back soon Milo” she whispered softly to the stray cat, trying to lock the door as she fought against the dog’s leash. “Alright, alright…we’re going. Calm down Rex.”

The dog’s tail wagged furiously as he pulled on the leash, sniffing his way across the floor. He barked loudly once he caught the scent of a spot that interested him, and she quickly shushed him, terrified he’d bother the neighbours and get her into more trouble. But just as she was about to pull him towards the staircase, her eyes widened in horror as she watched the young dog squat down quickly on a rug. Her next-door neighbor’s rug. The large, intimidating, broody man. The man she was supposed to impress.

“No no no, please don’t!” she frantically tried to pull on the leash, accessing some sort of damage control if he at least did it in the middle of the hallway instead of right in front of the door, but Rex seemed hellbound on dropping it right there.

“Fuck!” she quickly dropped to her knees, pulling out her dog poo bag and fisting it as fast as humanly possible. Her heart thumped heavily in her chest as she heard the door open right in front of her. Riley felt her mouth dry and her stomach drop. Even Rex stood still, sitting obediently as if he hadn’t just ruined her chances of thriving in that place. She looked up with doe eyes, a deer caught in the headlights as the man in the black facemask stared down blankly at her figure.

***

“Did your dog just take a dump on my doorstep?” Simon asked gruffly, dark eyes directed at the young woman’s, as her hand was quite literally deep in shit.

“I-I…” her mouth hung open as she tried to find a hundred different excuses at the same time. “I’m so sorry…” Was the best she could come up with.

Simon cocked his head to the right and stared at her in silence as if trying to make her feel as awkward and uncomfortable as possible. She looked so vulnerable and anxious; it was almost endearing.

She squirmed beneath his intense gaze as she scraped the steaming hot turd as efficiently as possible – to no effect, as it only ingrained itself deeper within the rug’s fibers. “I was just about to take him for a walk…He’s young and still learning and-”

“And?” he teased, interrupting her.

“And I promise I’ll wash your rug! Fuck, I’ll get you a new one if it makes this better!” She looked like she could cry, and Simon was enjoying it.

Just as she was awkwardly getting up, bag full of shit in hand, they heard angry, heavy footsteps coming up the stairs.

“Uh-oh… Here comes trouble.” Simon mocked, extremely interested in the outcome of the next few minutes, leaning against his doorframe, and crossing his arms over his chest.

“Oh, it’s alright…I’m sure Mrs. Parsons will warm up to me…eventually…” the young woman smiled nervously.

The old woman made way through the corridor with her usual scowl and her robe tightly wrapped around her scrawny form, newspaper in hand. She gave Simon’s next-door neighbor and her dog a disgusted look, before indignantly ignoring them.

“Good morning Mrs-”

“Fuck off.” Mrs. Parsons cut her off before she had even finished the sentence, and Simon stifled a chuckle.

“Lovely…” she muttered under her breath, that defeated look back on her face. Her puffy eyes looked worse than in their previous encounter and she forced a smile as if trying to lighten up the mood. “I’m about to get some groceries. I’ll get you that new rug on the way back.”

“Look…” Simon started with a deep sigh, taking a long look behind him at his uninhabited-looking apartment before looking at his wristwatch. “I’m actually in need of some groceries myself. If you help me out, I’ll slide all this under the rug.”

She blinked once in shock, as if trying to comprehend if he was being serious or not. His deadpan expression didn’t help.

“It’s a joke kiddo, lighten’up yeah?” he rolled his eyes at her, before reaching into his back pocket for his wallet.

“Oh…haha” She allowed herself to giggle nervously and rolled back her shoulders, trying to shake the discomfort and relax under his gaze. “Sure, I could do that. Just make me a list of what you need.”

“That’s where it gets complicated. I need everything. I got back from deployment yesterday an’ have nothing to live on.” Simon explained as he passed the young woman 200 pounds in cash. Her eyes went wide as she held the money in her free hand, the stinky bag still occupying the other.

“I don’t know what you like…And you don’t even know me. What if I stole all your money?” she asked and he faked an intimidating glare.

“Well kid, I know where you live.”

“That’s-”

He shut the door on her face and the dog whined softly as if disappointed by the man’s sudden absence.

The young woman sighed deeply.

“You and me both buddy.”

A/N: I hope you guys are enjoying it :) they're about to get closer real soon...

[darshy]

pretty

Your mother’s face is all you see as she tells you about the new house. “New and exotic,” she says and her eyes sparkle. You like her sparkly eyes, so you repeat: “New and exotic.” 

She smiles, bright and pretty as always. Your brother coughs beside you and her smile hides behind the pinks of her lips.

“No, no, Kaju, be careful! Slow. In and out.” She exaggerates by adding a hand to her chest. Kaju watches, his chubby baby cheeks full and round, and he copies very slowly. You watch too, imitating with small movements. 

Your mother sees you and squints. “Not you, baby. You’re normal.” And then she turns back to Kaju, still squinting, her sparkly eyes gone.

You lean back into your car seat. Normal. Kaju is hurting, trying to breathe. Normal.

Kaju has something wrong with him. He coughs and maybe food comes out and Mom always says, “No Kaju! Slow now!�� in sloppy English. Sometimes she speaks in Spanish, but she wants Kaju to learn a lot of English so he can be a doctor. You want to be a doctor too, but when you tell Mom, she loses her sparkle eyes and squints.

So, you think about being an artist. Mom likes your paintings of dogs and cats. You only have a few paintings because there’s not a lot of dogs in the countryside. Only long, tall grass and old trees. You try to paint the trees and the grass but Mom squints at them and Kaju does too. 

So dogs and cats are the best. You want a dog and a cat to pet and paint. They are the best.

“Mommy?” you ask as she prepares lunch. Her fingers are digging into rices and corns. She hums and her pretty face is glowing. “I want a dog.”

Her head tilts and she looks at you. Her eyes are wide and sparkly and you smile because she’s so pretty.

“Perro? A dog?” Her eyes go wider and she smiles.

Kaju is at the table in his high chair. He’s looking at you. You look back.

Kaju coughs just as you say you want a cat too. Mom goes to Kaju.

School is foreign, and as Mom likes to say, exotic. “It is great for you and Kaju. Education is well,” she said once, fully in English. She seems to learn more each time you come back from church. Her friends are kind to teach her.

But you frowned when you heard about school. Older kids in church grumbled about homework. You were scared of homework.

Not anymore though. When you make it back home from school, your first day, Mom smiles and Kaju smiles. You smile too because homework is so fun!

You and Mom and Kaju look at papers your teachers gave to you. You don’t understand much but Mom reads it quickly. “This is good, baby,” she says before pushing them back into a pile. Kaju says, “Baby, baby, baby!” You grin because Mom is so happy.

“And soon, Kaju will be with you.” Mom glances at him and curls his hair around her fingers. Kaju still chants ‘baby’ and you look at the papers.

“Oh, Mom,” you say and she hums, fingers still busy styling Kaju. “I want a dog and a cat.”

“Two?” Sparkle, sparkle, sparkle are her eyes.

“Yes. Please,” you say the new word ‘please’ that you learned in class and Mom smiles. 

“Kaju, do you want animals?” Mom asks him but he looks at you. His cheeks look a little smaller. He’s getting big.

“Dog! Cat! Baby!” he chants with glee. You feel glee too because you don’t think he’s coughed yet today. And that Mom is happy. And that homework is easy.

Homework is not easy when you’re walking a dog. Times tables jumble up your brain and Perro barks a lot, ruining your thought process. 

“Perro!” You whine and Perro gives you his big puppy eyes. “I gotta learn nines. Nine, eighteen, twenty—um…” You glance at your fingers to count again. 

Perro barks and tugs on the leash. “Perro!” you yell again. He’s a fat dog and pulls really hard and your wrist is all scratched up from his tugging.

He pulls more, barks, and the leash breaks. Perro runs across the street. You move to follow—there’s never cars—but you see someone standing in the tall grass. Perro trots up to him—a boy with white hair and shorts and a tank top. The boy extends a pale hand and Perro greedily slobbers all over it. He laughs and his head turns to you. He has dark sunglasses on.

“Perro!” you call rather weakly. It’s weird seeing someone your age around here. Of course, Perro doesn’t listen, and rubs his chunky body on the boy’s legs.

“I’m, I’m sorry,” you stammer and walk across the street. There’s an embarrassing heat in your cheeks and you don’t think it’s from the sun. But the boy tilts his head and gives you a smile. It’s pretty, like your Mom’s. 

“It’s okay. I like fat dogs. They are cute,” he says and he has an odd accent. You know you have an accent too, but his is different. Before, you were thinking he was from around here. 

You reach for Perro and hook the leash back in place. He huffs and finally turns around. 

“His name is Perro?” the boy asks out of nowhere. You blink. “Yeah.”

“Well, what does Perro mean?” he asks and it comes out snappy. You shrink a little backwards and look across the street. You want to leave. 

“It’s dog in Spanish.”

“Spanish,” he says just as you take a step. “Yeah,” you say rather lamely. But you don’t want to talk to him. He is odd and his hair is white and it’s all confusing. And as you take another step closer to the road, the boy is close to you. He—he’s so fast you didn’t even see him move.

“So that’s why you talk so weird.” He smiles and it’s not so pretty anymore. You feel a little offended and frown a bit. “You talk weird too,” you whisper and you see his eyebrows shoot up above the sunglasses.

“I’m on vacation,” he says with a cross of his arms, “I don’t live here. I’m not like you.”

“Then where are you from?” Curiosity takes over your mind. 

“Japan.”

“Japan?” you repeat and think about all you know about Japan. Well, nothing comes to mind except for a girl whose family vacations to Japan. She’s in your class and her name is Jessie.

“What! Don’t tell me you don’t know about Japan!” he says loudly but he doesn’t sound angry. “I’ve heard about Americans being dumb. I didn’t think it would transfer to immigrants.” You’re stunned and it seems Perro notices your mood change and begins to growl. The boy only smiles at you. Yeah, it’s definitely not a pretty smile.

“That’s so…” You don’t know what to say, and with embarrassment thrumming throughout your body, you turn around.

The boy’s laughter leaves your head a mess and you forget about homework.

“What is wrong, baby? You have been different,” Mom says next to you. Kaju is on the floor in front of her, scribbling on a piece of paper. Today is Saturday, the best day of the week.

Because there’s no school.

“Nothing.” You hum and continue your painting of Kaju. His face is a little flat today and he’s more pale than usual. He has been coughing a lot.

“Nothing?” Mom blinks at you. Her hands fidget. “Is it school?”

There’s really nothing bothering you. Middle school is just.. middle school. More homework, more classes, more people.

So: “Nothing, Mom.” You look at her and force a grin. Her shoulders sloop down and she smiles back. “Okay, baby.”

You resume your painting of Kaju. You highlight the tip of his nose, his forehead, his chin. You detail his fingers, his pencil, the scribbles he’s making on that paper.

Kaju coughs. You pause and glance at Mom. Her head is facing the window next to the couch. Kaju coughs again. You watch Mom. She is looking outside.

Kaju coughs and makes a strangled sound. Spit trickles down his front and he’s holding his neck. 

Mom turns and helps him then.

You close the front door behind you. Your painting is glossy in the sun as you lay it down on a small wooden bench. You can hear Kaju’s screaming. What you can’t hear is Mom. You don’t hear a gentle “slow, Kaju. In and out” from Mom. Just Kaju. And it’s never just Kaju.

You walk away from the house. You do your times tables of thirteen. You do it past one hundred. And when you focus back to the world, you realize you’ve crossed the street. Tall grass dangles around you and the wind curves them into waves.

“Hey,” a voice says from behind. You turn and blink wildly at that white haired boy from years ago. He’s most definitely taller and still wears dark sunglasses. It makes sense though. Arizona is hot.

Alas, you frown. “Why are you here?” you ask. 

He grins, boyishly. “I knew you were gonna be here.”

You tilt your head. “Huh? No way.”

His leg moves forward and yours moves back. His cheeks are tan and blushy. The grass tickles your knees. You want to leave.

“I’m on vacation again. You should come hang out at my house,” he says and jerks his head to the side, gesturing the direction of his home. You look on and see the endless green of trees and grass.

“I’m not allowed to leave,” you mutter. The boy shrugs. 

“It’s not far. And who cares about rules? I don’t.”

“Well, I do.” You wiggle your way through the grass and walk over to the dirt of the road. Rocks slide into your flip-flops and you cringe.

He grabs your hand. He’s warm—burning and you try to pull away but he grips harder. You bite your lip and freeze.

His sunglasses are on top of his hair. His eyes are shock blue and shine and sparkle. This sparkle is different from your mother’s. You don’t like it. You don’t like anything about this boy.

“Come with me.” He smiles and your mouth opens but you blink and it’s not so hot anymore. His hand is still on yours and there are still rocks in your shoes but the sun is not beaming down your back. You blink again, and there’s a bed in front of you—the kind you’d see in movies—with long windows behind it. Instead of a shaggy green carpet touching your toes, there is a cold wood floor.

You shout and jump and the boy laughs. “You’re fine! See? We’re in my home!” He lets go of your hand and jumps onto the big bed. 

“In Japan?!” You shout again and feel a rock in your throat. But the boy shakes his head, a cheesy grin on his face. “Of course not. This is the vacation home.” He flattens himself against his bed. You stand awkwardly.

“You wanna get something to eat?” You hear him ask.

“No,” you say but your stomach complains by growling loudly. He snickers and you want to go home.

“Oh my baby! All done with middle school!” Mom sings while driving. You continue drawing in your sketchbook and before long you have created large blue eyes and white hair and a boyish grin. It’s, unfortunately, Satoru Gojo. He paid you twenty dollars the last time you saw him and he asked for you to create an image of him. Whatever. Easy money.

“Mami! I’m going into sixth!” Kaju yells, wanting attention. She looks at him in the rear view mirror. “Ah, yes! Kaju is going into middle school. Don’t you feel so old?” Kaju shouts something like “I’m not old!” and Mom laughs and you shove your earbuds further into your ears. 

The drawing is finished. It looks like Satoru, unfairly pretty with white teeth. You think it’s kind of weird how you can draw him so easily without having him stand right next to you. You can only do that with Kaju and Mom because you know them.

—and you don’t really know Satoru. Well, except for the fact that he’s one year older than you. His family is rich, maybe, probably, everytime he..teleports you to the vacation home, it’s grand on the inside. Not that you’ve met any of his family members and not that he mentions any of them. It’s all just a big guess on your part.

Satoru knows about you though. He knows about Kaju and Mom and how Perro died. He knows about your passion for art and your more secret passion for doctors. He knows what school you go to, where you live, and your favorite color. He knows so much and you trust him. He’s really your only friend after all.

The car stops and you glance up. Home is ahead, small, tiny, and dirty all around. It’s a trailer. Kaju and Mom are still talking so you climb out of the car and stretch.

Satoru is coming today for his summer long vacation. You hold the sketchbook close to you. You feel excited.

Satoru is there, across the street. Tall, pretty, and grinning. You’re glad that your art piece matches him.

“Hello!” He yells and waves and you jog over. His eyes look at the sketchbook—he takes his glasses off around you now. You hand the pad over to him and watch his pupils dilate.

“Like it?” you ask and for some reason you feel a little shy. He nods wordlessly and cradles the sketchbook. Maybe he likes it too much.

“Can I keep it?”

“Yeah.” You’ve never had anyone ask to keep a drawing of yours.

He looks up at you and his eyes are unreadable. “I wanna take you somewhere new. You’ll like it, I promise.” So you shrug and grab his hand and blink. New things can be scary, like starting high school and moving. You expect to be scared, Satoru likes pranks, but you blink twice and the air smells good and you see pink petals.

You look up. Pretty trees flow in the wind and you gape. Their leaves are pink! 

“What are they?” You breathe out, still holding Satoru’s hand. He chuckles next to you. “Cherry blossoms. I—we’re in Japan.” You look at him and squint. “Satoru!”

“But it’s okay! I’ll bring you back, I promise.” His cheeks are as pink as the trees. “I just wanted to show you.” You want to be mad at him, but as much as you try, you can’t. So you look back up and smile.

Satoru’s head falls onto your shoulder. His breaths are quick and shallow. He sounds sick. He sounds like your brother.

“Can we…” He starts but the words die in the wind. “What?” you whisper. His hand tightens around yours.

“I want us to be together.”

You giggle. He’s joking, he must be. “We can’t, Satoru! I don’t want to live in Japan.” At that, he shoves his face further into your neck, and you swear you feel his lips tremble against your pulse.

[marigold-hills]

Dunes & Waters, part 43

PART 1 • PREVIOUS PART • NEXT PART

NOTE: NSFW, explicit, minors DNI. This is just 1300 words of smut.

It’s so very fitting, Remus thinks, that flooding of the Nile coincides with the heliacal rising of Sirius. How right that the Ancient Egyptians should mark the start of their calendar by it, five thousand years beginning and ending to the brightest star appearing in the sky, heralding another season of life-sustaining deluge. 

Its earthly counterpart comes out of the bedroom that’s long become nothing but a walk-in closet. Remus thinks that yes, he is the Dog Star, but he fits even better in the name’s old meaning: scorching, glowing.

Sirius is always the brightest, but now…

“Alright there?” He asks because Remus is stuck, frozen solid, stood up from where before he was sitting at the kitchen table, tea and crossword forgotten.

“What’s… what’s that around your neck?”

“Oh, this?” Sirius laughs like it’s nothing, runs lovely fingers across the black leather adorning his throat.

Remus is the first to admit he’s not great at transfiguration. It’s finicky and more an art than a science, and he doesn’t have the patience for it. He uses it sporadically, only when absolutely needed.

His belt, which he changed into a still belt-like dog collar, sits comfortably snug across the delicate column of Sirius’ neck. The buckle is on the front, glinting golden-bronze in the sunlight. There’s a little hoop of metal where Remus attached the lead. It’s probably the best thing he’s ever created. His knees are about to give out.

“Figured if we’re going out of town I might go for a run. A proper one. And you never know if we’ll need to distract some Muggles again, so… this way I’m ready. I’ve got the leash too,” he shakes it in his hand to demonstrate, the leather snapping against itself and the skin of his wrist.

Sirius is way too calm for the situation. Comes over to the table and drinks from Remus’ cup. He’s wearing a cropped Nirvana t-shirt and the jutting edges of his hipbones are on display. He puts the leash down. Remus is still standing.

“What’s wrong with you?” There’s nothing in Sirius’s face that suggests he knows what this is doing. He’s just there, with a collar Remus made for him around the soft parts of his throat, and Remus discovers things about himself he never expected.

“You’re just… too beautiful for your own good.”

(And Sirius blushes, like he didn’t expect that.)

Remus can’t help himself - doesn’t want to help himself. He reaches out and runs his hand against the leather, against the same place Sirius touched. It’s hard and sturdy and covers the bit Remus likes to suck bites into, soft and supple underneath.

And, just like that, Sirius gets it - he grins like the cat that got the cream, or rather like a dog that got the cat, wide and mischievous and so pleased with himself. With his discovery. “That does it for you, is it?”

“Apparently so.”

The smile gets even bigger and Remus thinks he should maybe be afraid.

“I’m so hot you’re discovering new kinks?”

“Fucking hell, Sirius.” He’s downright flustered. The whole thing is unsettling. They should be leaving in a moment, but… 

Well, there’s a little metal hoop that just begs to be pulled. 

Remus does, finger crooking around the coldness of it and Sirius goes, the smile wiped clean into blankness. Big eyes staring upwards, through lashes, with nothing in them. For a moment Remus worries that he miscalculated, hastens to apologise, but before he can, Sirius whines. It’s low and needy and usually it takes Remus quite a bit longer to get him to sound like that. It’s a sound he’s become intimately familiar with, made it into a mission and a job to wring out of those lovely, lovely lips. He has bitten it out of Sirius’ mouth and had caused it in a myriad of ways, and he knows, without a shadow of a doubt, what it means.

Don’t stop. Keep going.

So he does. Pushes fingers underneath, between the leather and the skin and it’s such a snug fit, he feels Sirius’ pulse as if it was in the palm of his hand. 

He brings his mouth to Sirius’ and nips, the smallest bite, into the plushness of his bottom lip. “Keep going then, love. You were being so cheeky a moment ago, what happened?”

Sirius whines again when he doesn’t get a kiss, when Remus moves away instead and tugs at the collar, minuscule little pulls that seem to shake him completely. 

“Or is this what it takes to get you to behave? Had I known, I would have put a collar on you weeks ago.”

The way Sirius looks at him, almost like he’s been betrayed. By Remus’ words, or by his own body.

“What, don’t you want to be good for me?”

If Remus thought Sirius was gone before, it was nothing on this. Sirius’ eyes roll backwards, up to the sky, and his whole face becomes lose.

“Oh, you do,” it’s Remus’ turn to tease and to smile something almost feral, “now why didn’t you just say that before?”

Remus manoeuvres them to the couch. Lands on top of Sirius, hands on the skin exposed by the short top. Thinks to make a game of this, see how much and how fast can he make Sirius unravel. All the little likes he’d memorised are ammunition.

“nfrwy-pHwy.ky,” he says low, straight into the bone of Sirius’ jaw.

“What does that mean?” a whined out question.

“Your arse is exquisite,” Remus grabs at Sirius’ hip, fingers digging into the muscle he’s just complimented to illustrate his point. The way it gives makes him want to bite.

Sirius is hard underneath him. Normally so tactile and responsive, now he lays there stunned and pliant and… definitely not patient. “Please. Remus. More. I need…”

“Be good for me, love. ᵉntok noufr.  You can be, no?”

“Fuck. Yes. Yes I can. But please…”

Remus grinds his hand into Sirius’ cock and gets rewarded with a loud, desperate keen. Sirius bends into the touch, back arched like the walkways of the Abusir Necropolis, fingers scrambling for purchase on the smooth material of the sofa.

The other hand, Remus crooks underneath the collar, at the side of Sirius’ neck, and pulls. It’s not hard, but the way the leather bites into his skin means it must be restricting his breathing just a bit. Remus releases. Is about to check in.

“Why did you stop? Fucking hell Remus don’t stop.”

Better than a check in. Enthusiastic consent. Remus pulls again, a bit harder, pushes his hand into the confines of Sirius’ trousers. There is a wet spot on the material of his underwear already and he’s so hard it’s like holding metal.

Remus is beyond turned on, but doesn’t let himself indulge. Keeps himself focused on each of the sounds Sirius makes, growing louder and more desperate with each tug on the collar and pull on his cock. Remus pushes the horrible T-shirt up Sirius’ torso with his teeth and bites the exposed nipple, growls out “ii wy ink,” come for me, and that’s all it takes. 

Sirius takes a long time to come back to himself. Blinks slowly, dazedly. Remus casts a cleaning charm on him and means to get him water, maybe a blanket, but instead gets pulled down again. They lay wrapped around one another, heavy breaths mingling and Sirius clinging the way he never had before, for all that he is usually touchy after they have sex.

“Are you alright?” Remus asks when he seems to come back to himself a little, when his eyes aren’t quite so shocked and large.

“Do that to me always.”

“Anything you want, love,” Remus laughs into his hair. 

NEXT PART

NOTES:

I did say he walks well on a leash :):)

Who knew ancient Egyptians were so horny? That line about the arse is literally verbatim from an old song although originally it says “you have beautiful buttocks”. I just didn’t like the word buttocks in the context of what they are doing here and well I mean it’s the same word really. Allowing myself creative freedom

had NO IDEA that Sirius rose in the sky as Nile flooded Aswan when I wrote any of this. Love it when things just come together so neatly.

“you’re so close to the ending,” I say, “focus on the story.” Immediately writes over 1k of smut.

Crazy thought but if I were to write a fanfic of this fanfic I’d switch their roles around. Sirius would be a researcher and he’d know that he needs a werewolves voice/hair etc in order to open the Box so the Ministry provides him with one that’s in Azkaban. Remus doesn’t get a say. It’s not a condition of release, it’s just a condition of his imprisonment, to have experiments done on him. And Sirius hates it because this man is there completely against his Will, but also he needs him to get his work done and maybe make life better for werewolves? Remus thinks he just hates him because he is one.

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[robo-milky]

Yuuta sat across from Cloche, their hands shuffling the worn tarot cards with care. "It's your birthday, right?" They asked, their voice soft.  “To be honest, I don't have much to give, but  maybe this might be helpful?” He shrugged with a laugh. "Let's see what the cards have to say. Hmm...You have the Nine of Pentacles, which indicates self-sufficiency and material abundance. And here, the High Priestess, suggests intuition and mystery. Interesting combination.”

Yuuta pulls out the final card and focuses on the voices that whisper to him; spirits that are tethered to the magical deck. He smirks in realization. “Finally, we have the Two of Cups, symbolizing harmony and connection. Hmm…It seems like this year might bring opportunities for deeper connections and understanding. You might find yourself opening up more, expressing things you've kept hidden.”  After a moment he tucks the cards away, silencing their chatter, and then digs in his other pocket.

"I wanted to give you something else too, nothing major. The colors made me think of you." Yuuta continued, placing a small round Labradorite stone on the table. "It's for when things get overwhelming. You can keep it in your pocket whenever you feel uncomfortable. It's kinda like…a silent way to process your emotions when you hold onto it. Maybe it’ll be useful to you, since you're so quiet n’ all." He shrugs once more before giving her a small, knowing smile. He didn’t know much about her, but thanks to his "powers". he knew her feelings, and how leashed they were.

"I know we haven’t talked much since I saw you at the flower reading event, but don’t be such a stranger. You’re like one of the only tolerable cats at this damn school. Pfft, Happy Birthday, Cloche!"

(sorry for late, love you all you do Chris!💚)

[Cloche’ Birthday Bash]

REN!! THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THIS AMAZING READING AND INTERACTION! I just love the details and the tie in of the Fairy Gala event, too! Bit by bit… Cloche will warm up! It’s a work in progress, but how can she possibly not with so many great friends and support?

Jdjdjjdjd processing emotions?? Cloche doesn’t need to process emotions if she doesn’t have any- *unreliable narrator-* The internal turmoil she’s having of wanting to enjoy something yet also not wanting to be too comfortable is hitting hard… Once her character development comes, trust-

[bright-eyedwanderer]

Bug Killer

Chapter 2: The case of the not so itsy bitsy spider

“Remember our agreement, bud.” Tim looks at Kojo’s reflection on the scratched-up metal of the elevator. The dog snorts as if to tell him ‘We’ve been over this already.’ The metal box lets out a clank before finally opening to the sixth floor. Kojo tugs on his leash eager to see his favorite person in the world. He can’t really blame him, Lucy’s also his favorite person.

“You need to be on your best behavior. No barking at people.” He tries to use his TO voice. “And definitely no chasing cats.”

The door to 610 opens even before he can fish his key out of his pocket.

“Why are you chastising our child as if he’s one of your rookies?” Lucy crouches down to give the dog scratches and head kisses. Kojo – the traitor – pulls hard on his leash making Tim let go of the handle.

“First, he’s not our kid,” he huffs indignantly. “And second, have you forgotten how he made me chase after him last time we brought him along on date night? He almost got that cat, too.”

“He won’t do that again.” Lucy coos at the deceptively innocent-looking canine. “Right, baby? Yes, you won’t because you’re a good boy. The bestest boy. Yes, you are.”

Kojo rewards all the (unwarranted) praise by licking Lucy’s cheek and pouncing on her crouched form. She topples on her behind laughing as their dog gives her even more kisses.

“Alright, that’s enough now, bud.” Tim pulls on Kojo’s collar with his left hand and maneuvers the dog off Lucy. She pushes herself to a sitting position, wiping dog slobber off her face with her hands.

“I don’t know if I should be jealous our dog gets your kisses before I do.” He helps her up to her feet.

“Oh, come on, babe, don’t be like that.” Lucy raises herself on the tips of her toes and kisses Tim on the cheek.

“Really? After you got Kojo’s slobber all over you.” He fakes disgust, gagging while wiping his cheek with his hand. Lucy laughs, hip-checking him as she passes by him to go back inside her apartment Kojo at her heels. Tim follows behind quite enjoying the way his girl’s ass looks in the leggings she is wearing. It had been a brutal couple of weeks at work for both Tim and Lucy, especially with the whole Elijah Stone and Abril Rodas chaos. But with Stone behind bars and Rodas dead after a shootout with the Feds, they have closed the case, hopefully for good. Now Tim and Lucy have the next five days to look forward to. No criminals to chase, no work to worry about – just the two of them with their dog exploring what Big Bear has to offer them.

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[briamichellewrites]

18

Brad reported to Mike and Dave about Bria. She was in a good mood but she was struggling with her father. Did he know anything about that? Yes, he was diagnosed with bipolar disorder. That was correct. He was struggling, so she and her mother had to help him. While he was there, he called her to ask about adopting a cat. That was all she said about that. When he got there, she was hanging out with her friend. He thought his name was Topher but he couldn’t remember. Yes, that sounded correct. Mike remembered they were working on something together.

Yes, a short film. It sounded interesting. What was it about? It was about two people who met, fell in love and broke up. They were working on the screenplay. She also had her cat on a harness and leash. They laughed. How was he tolerating it? Micha was too busy exploring to be bothered. He got the feeling she wasn’t ignoring him on purpose. Rather, she was busy. Mike forgot to consider her father. She was very close to her parents and he could see her helping out. Dave asked about his bipolar condition.

“It's late-onset bipolar disorder. He has times when it’s harder for him than usual. He’s a doctor, so he has to work extra hard to manage his moods. I think he’s around fifty years old. He’s on medication and receiving treatment but it is still very difficult for him sometimes.”

She was being screened for it because of her genetics. After Brad left, Dave pulled Mike into a hug. Thank you. They kissed. Jason was coming home for spring break. He was in his senior year and was so ready to finish college! Mike couldn’t wait to see his little brother! After years of keeping it a secret, he finally came out to their parents as gay.

They both congratulated him. He had tears of happiness going down his face. They both hugged him. Muto told him that he was his son and nothing he could do would ever change that. Thank you. Mike was so proud of him when he heard the good news! Congratulations! Thank you! He was so scared but he couldn’t live the rest of his life pretending. Did their parents know? No, they just thought he wasn’t interested in dating.

As a child, he wasn’t a stereotypical boy who acted like a girl. How did he tell them? Donna asked if he was dating anyone. No, he wasn’t. Muto asked about the girls at Amherst. That was what started it. They saw him get quiet for a moment, so they stopped what they were doing.

“I’m not interested in girls.”

“Jason, if you’re gay. That’s okay”, she said.

He nodded as tears filled his eyes. Muto pulled him into a hug. Being “out” was so refreshing. His college friends knew. Mike knew. Bria knew. Now, their parents knew. They all accepted him. If he brought home his boyfriend, he would be welcomed in. Just like he was bringing home a girl. His sexuality didn’t change who he was.

Dave asked him what he was thinking about as they lay on his bed. He didn’t know. They turned to face each other. He had philosophical questions going through his head. Dave joked about being a philosopher, so maybe he could help him. He laughed.

“Phoenix Farrell: The Philosopher. I guess I’m thinking about who I am. I don’t know if this is real or if I’m just rebounding. That sounds horrible.”

“Mike, don’t push yourself to figure that out. I want you to be happy. I’ll be okay.”

“How did you know?”

“I guess I always knew. My mother was the first person I told. Telling her I was bisexual was like telling her my favourite colour. She accepted me right away.”

“Do I have to identify myself? Why can’t I just be Mike?”

“Nobody can force you to do anything. That’s a decision you have to make. Even if you identify yourself, you will always be Mike Shinoda. Your sexuality doesn’t change who you are.”

He ran his fingers through his red hair and kissed his forehead. It was confusing, he had compassion for him. But, he didn’t want him to obsess over it.

Meow. Jasper and Christina had a new baby in the house. Her name was Princess and she was a nine-week-old white Ragdoll kitten. She walked around and sniffed everything while her humans set everything up. He had to get her because she reminded him of Micha. She was the sweetest kitten at the shelter.

She was loveable, cuddly, curious and playful. He loved her little meow. It sounded like a squeak. The volunteer said the breed was good for people with mental illness. That was what they were looking for. He wanted to introduce her to Bria and Micha, her nephew. They bought everything necessary to have a kitten. Princess climbed into one of the boxes and started playing in it. The only thing they could see was her little tail sticking out.

Dad got a kitten! Her name is Princess. Congratulations. You finally have the sister you always wanted. – Mom

Oh my god! That’s adorable! Micha and I can’t wait to meet her! – Bria

As Bria and Topher were hanging out, they brought Princess over. She squealed in happiness when she was handed the kitten. Oh my god! She was so cute! They laughed at her reaction. She was adorable. She said hello to her. Hi, human. I’m Princess. Jasper asked where Micha was. He was around somewhere.

When he came out of his hiding place, he about stopped in his tracks. Human, why is there another cat in the house? They got down on the floor. Bria introduced Princess to him. Princess? That was a weird name. Meow. Topher told her to put her on the floor. Should I? Yeah, they wanted to see what would happen. Once she was on the floor, she let go but kept her hands close. Just in case she needed to pull her back in.

No. Micha was doing a great job of not hurting her. Topher rolled a ball over to her. She jumped up and grabbed it with her paws. I got you! Jasper announced he was retiring. Was it because of his mental health? Yeah. Good for him. What was he going to do instead? That was why they came over. He wanted to ask about the project she said she was working on.

“I’m sorry. I don’t remember your name.”

“It’s Christopher but everyone calls me Topher.”

“Topher. Now I remember.”

He explained the idea they had. It was in the beginning stages, so it could take up to a year before they started shooting. He could help him out. Jasper joked about him putting him to work. Yes, he could definitely do that. Micha grabbed Princess by the neck and brought her back to the humans because she had wandered away. He put her back on the floor. Bria scratched his head. Good boy. Meow. They laughed.

@zoeykaytesmom @feelingsofaithless @alina-dixon

[onlyseokmins]

[05:36] • y.j.h.

Pairing: yoon jeonghan x afab!reader

Genres: suggestive/kind of smut so as always minors dni, best friend's sister, kinda loser bc I always make it that way

WC: 1.1k

Warnings: banter, teasing, mentions of toys (specifically handcuffs), mention of oral (male receiving), mention of choking, alcohol, swearing, idk man lmk as always

A/N: hiiii back w/ this bc I thought of the second line and said aha let's write hannie and didn't look back at my 5893303 drafts! This is lame but enjoy!

“What are they for?”

“Sometimes seeing and knowing too much can be very, very bad. Hasn’t anyone ever told you curiosity killed the cat?”

“You’re not going to kill me, Yoon Jeonghan,” you chirp as you bob back and forth on your feet with a cheeky grin. “Not unless you’re using those whips, collars, and leashes for something very, very bad. Like murder. Or the gross kinds of torture.”

He’s standing in front of you, arms crossed and jaw clenched firmly. Like he’s standing guard to hide his little toys away from your prying eyes. As if you hadn’t already seen what’s in that dresser drawer.    

Nobody would believe you, but it really, truly was purely coincidental. And a hundred percent to your advantage.

The man’s expression is unreadable as always, but you know he’s at least pissed off slightly by the questions he growls out.  

“And what if I am? What’re you going to do about it?”

“Nothing! ‘Cause, it’s not like you’re murdering people.”

“What makes you think that?”

“It’s my instincts. Even if you haven’t answered any of my qu — “

“Acting all cute with that criminal justice degree of yours, huh?” He takes one step closer as he speaks. “But you aren’t good enough to ever get me to tell you anything so let’s just drop it.”

Intent on angering you enough to let the matter be, Jeonghan makes to walk past you, but you sidestep faster and grin at him.

“You think I’m cute.”

“… What?”

“So, how good of a girl do I have to be to please you?”

He balks at his slip of tongue and your question. You’re trouble. Everyone knows it.   

“I don’t know what kind of game you’re trying to play but it’s not funny. Or fun.”

“If you’re somehow afraid of Seungcheol, don’t be. He doesn’t have to know.”

The mere mention of his friend’s name made Jeonghan scowl, a chill crawling up his spine. Because he knew and was informed multiple times in great, explicit details exactly what would happen to any man that made a pass at you.

“I’d prefer to keep myself intact, thank you very much.”

“Hm, I’d very much prefer you that way too.”   

He thinks he’s going to pass out when your eyes shamelessly drift down to his crotch and you even go as far as licking your lips. You have no intention of making this easy. In fact, you’d like to make things very hard. In more ways than one.

But you’re also very well aware that your brother can be the biggest dick around. So, you meet Jeonghan’s stony gaze again with a smile, this time without a mischievous sparkle in your eyes.

“But if it makes you feel any better, let’s just call and make him promise to not lop off your balls or whatever heinous acts he likes to threaten with.”

When you actually pull out your phone his eyes widen, hand reaching out in panic as he curses.

“Stop, Seungcheol’s gonna kill me!”

You tsk and roll your eyes. “No, he’s not. I’m pretty sure he likes you even more than I.”

“Impossible,” he scoffs out, “you’re the prized treasure of the Choi family.”

“I think you boys forget that I’m older than all of you. Cheol’s protective, sure, but all he does is keep you away from me. I’m starting to think the two of you are using those chains and whips on each other.”

Jeonghan sighs and mutters the only thing that comes to mind. “You’re going to be the death of me.”

It was a true statement. All the way from the beginning when you first approached him with a flirtatious wink, drink in hand, and asked for his kind assistance in fixing your bra strap. Only later that evening for Seungcheol to introduce you as his precious older sister and very clearly completely, absolutely, unarguably off limits.

But you liked to test limits and break rules, he discovered. Pulling him onto the dance floor, hidden away from your brother by other gyrating bodies. Jeonghan found out he was drunk on your alluring scent. Something that lingered consistently on his mind. Especially when he was alone in bed. The man didn’t dare to picture your body on his — fingers running up and down your curves, hand wrapping your neck… okay maybe he did.  

But there’s no way he thinks about your giggles, the way you curl into your brother’s body during a scary movie, the scrunch of your eyebrows while examining a case study, or the way you chew on your gum way too loud in fear of what that might mean. Absolutely not.

You continued to tease him, though. A cheeky kiss blown his way when you stopped by the dorms, asking his opinion on a hypothetical verdict, an occasional nude sent to his phone after he somehow managed to secure your number, all the way to now. Standing close enough that he’s drowning in your fragrance once more, hand on your hand, easily able to pull you onto his bed only a couple steps away.

Unbeknownst to him, you can see the softness and longing he tries to hide behind a tough, cool act. Seungcheol has always felt on edge when his sister and best friend lock eyes because even that blockhead can see the magnetic pull you have to each other.  

And right now, no one is here to block it. Your goal all along. Gingerly, you bop his forehead with your free hand.  

“I don’t think you were listening earlier, but I like you, Yoon Jeonghan. Even more than my stupid brother does.” He doesn’t say anything, simply staring wordlessly with stars in his eyes and you can feel his hand slightly tighten its grasp around yours. You pout. “Say it back, loser.”

“… Why’re you calling me a loser?”

“You did mention cats earlier so, do you prefer kitten?”

“You’re such a brat.”

“Takes one to know one. Y’know I’m probably your best resource in getting handcuffs.”

Jeonghan’s tongue pokes his cheek. “No need.”

You make a disgruntled sound when he boldly tugs you forward, a whisper of “I like you too” almost missed by the ruffle of his bedsheets that the both of you fall upon. What you don’t know about is the unopened, brand-new box underneath his bed. Something he’d saved especially for you when he dared to dream that you might give him the tiniest bit of attention.  

Of course, he never imagined that he’d be the one handcuffed to his own bed frame but how can he complain when you’re giving him the greatest suck of his life. The only gripe is that he can’t touch you (especially without your permission) but even as he begrudgingly whines, you assure him there will always be next time.  

Oh, and Seungcheol? All your dear brother does is sigh and grumble that he knew it and stalk past, telling Jeonghan he owes him drinks for the next six months. 

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Pretty Kitty

Request: "I knew the moment I saw you." with Pet play + "You're cute when you fight it."

Warnings: this is a dark drabble and will include elements such as noncon, light hits, pet play. Not all elements are explicitly flagged, proceed at your own risk.

Note on Sleepover Drabbles: keep in mind that these drabbles may not align with the overall storyline of the Campus AU as they will focus on matching characterisation to given requests.

I would truly appreciate any thoughts and reblogs on these drabbles in spirit of the sleepover. Hope you are having a wonderful weekend and thank you for joining me!

The buckle nips at your skin as he tugs. The pink collar with matching leash is a perfect representation of your helplessness. The cat ears are crooked on your head, pushed slightly back from his incessant attention. He pulls you closer and gives you a pet.

You shy away. You’re tired, sore, and worn. You want to be alone, untouched. His hand cradles your chin as he plays with your lower lip, tracing up to your cheek as he squeezes your lips to a pout.

“Good kitty,” he praises as you look up at him with glistening eyes. 

You grab the leash and pull. Hard. You’re angry. You don’t get angry. He huffs and takes the looped end, snapping it against your bare shoulder.

“Now, kitty, don’t be bad,” he warns.

“Stop,” you beg, “I don’t like this.”

“You’ll learn, pet,” he moves your hand away from the bubblegum leather, “but you’re kinda cute when you fight it.”

You sniff and wiggle your nose. You don’t like it and you don’t want to learn. Restrained and reclusive, all upon his will. You would never guess at first glance the depth of his derangement. That someone so sweet could be so cruel.

“Please, Jake–”

“Ah!” He whips you again with the leash, this time across your thigh, “be good.”

“Master, please,” you beg, “I want to go home.”

“We’re not done. Not even close.”

You don’t miss the twitch in his briefs, the orange and black stripes doing little to hide his once more growing excitement. He fixes the ears and pats your head once more.

“Promise me you’ll be good a little longer,” he points at your face, like a misbehaving puppy, “I got you a gift but I can’t give it to you if you’re going to be naughty.”

Your cheeks tremble and you try to smile. Your expression crumples to a futile frown and he tilts his head. He holds up the end of the leash.

“Can you stay for me, kitten?” he asks.

You bat your lashes and nod. He nods and lays down the end of the leash before he stands. He turns away and you watch his muscular back as he marches across the room. You look down as the wood of his dresser grinds. The see-through baby doll with the pink fur along the edges makes you sweat.

He returns to you, drawing your attention before your doubts can bubble through.

“Now, you can’t be my kitty without a cute little tail,” he holds up a silver plug, a fluffy pink tail with white rings connected to the end. Your brows draw together.

You stare, not knowing what to say. He shows you the small bottle of lube hidden against his palm. 

“We’ll be nice, kitty,” he says.

“But…” you push your lip out and hold back a fearful sob. If you say no, he might not be so nice, and his nice is rather mean.

“I knew the moment I saw you,” he pops the cap, “that you’d be my perfect little kitten.”