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

[greykolla-art]

Hello!

This show gets more intriguing by the minute!

[skzdust]

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

Taglist (Comment on a post/send an ask if you'd like to be added): @weirdowithaphone, @caught-in-the-afterglow, @palindrome969, @skzstan12345, @katsukis1wife,

@hyunjinsjeans, @somethingkindazainy, @silverstarburst

Network:@mirohs-aurora-society

Reblogs, likes, comments all appreciated!!!

Masterlist

-----

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.

[dimlylittorch]

More Logan with a golden retriever boyfriend while he is black cat coded :3

My Masterlist🌱

Logan Howlett x sweetheart!transmasc!reader

part 1 // part 2

If there was one thing he learned about dogs, it was that you had to keep them on a leash. He couldn’t take you anywhere in public without always holding onto your hand, hooking his arm in your own, or keeping his arm around your waist. You would literally wander off.

And you wouldn’t even realize it- he’d lose sight of you and immediately start to panic internally. A few seconds later he finds you somewhere, completely oblivious to his worry. Looking up at him with a wide smile, holding up something you found. “This shirt would look cute on you!” You beam, metaphorical tail wagging.

He just sighs, taking the shirt from you and setting it down, pulling you into his arms and holding you for a few moments. Arms around your neck, keeping you smushed against him while he sets his chin on your head. “Don’t run off again.” He grumbles faintly.

Logan being very versatile and able to adapt in different situations, meanwhile you tend to struggle in new and unfamiliar environments. You try your best to keep a smile on your lips, but he always notices how your body shrinks slightly, or how your eyes weren’t as bright.

He learns pretty early on that things work out best if he lets you adjust to new spaces slowly, taking in all of the new sights and sounds on your own terms. Will take you to a new restaurant during non-peak hours, get you to events an hour or two early, and will always offer to drive when you’re in an unfamiliar area.

You loved driving. So many cool things to look at and it was fun to basically play Mario kart in real life. Logan would always smile to himself whenever he heard you say ‘Cow!’ excitedly when you passed by a farm- or when you quickly tapped him, pointing to a pasture and grinning about the horses.

And as much as you loved driving, it was just as nice when Logan wanted to drive. You got to curl up in the passenger seat, playing games on your phone or reading a book. Sometimes you’d get to just stare out the window and watch all of the world go by. Logan wasn’t much of a talker during drives, which was perfect for you. There was too much going on to be able to focus on conversation.

One time during a really long drive Logan told you to lay down in the back seat, get some sleep. He constantly checked on you through the rear view mirror, driving extra carefully to make sure he didn’t wake you up. Smiles to himself when he sees you using his jacket as a blanket and his bag as a pillow, curled up as much as you could be in the small space.

When Logan slept, he slept hard. You were a little more of a light sleeper, more easily startled by noises and whatnot. Sometimes the two of you would fall asleep on the couch together, and if someone knocked on the door you would immediately jolt awake, body on edge from the noise. Logan would yawn tiredly, his eyes opening as he sees you staring at the door, trying to determine if the person would just leave or not. He ruffles your hair comfortingly before getting up to answer it, knowing you could be nervous around strangers. “I’ll get it, bub. Just lay back down.” He’d murmur groggily.

Logan was very much the type to sit back and relax when a package got delivered, not paying any mind to it. You on the other hand would wait at the door for the mailman to leave before you could quickly go outside, grabbing the box and bringing it in. You always inspected the box, grabbing scissors and opening it excitedly. Logan let packages stack up by the door until he literally had to bring them in.

Now, while he wasn’t a very outdoorsy person, he would do it for you. “Can we go to the zoo? Pretty please?” You’d ask sweetly, a wide smile on your lips. You knew just how to manipulate him with your puppy dog eyes, always making Logan sigh in defeat. “Fine. But I am not riding the stupid little train that goes around the place.” He’d grumble. Skip to three hours later and Logan has his arm around your shoulders, sunglasses on as he sits at the caboose of the kiddy train, watching you excitedly point to all of the different animals you had just seen hours ago.

In the beginning of your relationship, Logan was still holding onto his tendencies to go out to bars at night, drinking until he got tired of it. He never thought much of it. That was until he got home one night to your place, walking in the door with a tired sigh, setting his keys aside. It was maybe 3am by this point, and he was sure you’d be cozied up in bed and he’d gladly join you.

When he walked into the living area he found you sitting awake on the couch, trying not to fall asleep. Waiting for him to come home. His poor baby was exhausted, but you didn’t want to go to bed without him. “I thought you might need me to come get you.” You explained tiredly, and he felt his heart break a little. He quickly scooped you up, bringing you to bed and making sure you got the sleep you needed. Needless to say, he never stayed out that late again.

thanks for reading!! notes, reblogs and comments are greatly appreciated :3

[mariishka]

Good boys get a treat (or three)

Subby Top! Gojo Satoru x Fem! Reader

Summary: And when Satoru wears that collar, for just a second, the weight of the world which rests on his shoulders feels actually bearable.

Tags: Porn with No Plot, bratty Gojo, elements of Pet Play, casual sexual relationships, impact play, oral sex (f! receiving), P in V sex, mentions of jealousy and possessive feelings, unsafe sex

———

There was that mischievous twinkle in his endless eyes, and paired with that damn smirk it just made you go feral.

Satoru was on his knees, a not so rare sight in your relationship. His pink tongue darted out, wetting his already glossy lips. He tilted his head to the side, staring right into your own eyes.

“Cat got your tongue? Do my devilish handsome good looks make you go stupid?” His voice was teasing, pushing along the edges of bratty.

Your hand reached out, brushing against his sensitive neck. Grasping the back of his neck into your hands, you let your fingers wander up. You dug your nails into his scalp, before deciding to yank his head back by his hair.

Satoru’s head immediately bent backwards, he let you guide him. His mouth fell open, a shameless moan falling from his lips. A dramatic sigh leaves your mouth.

“Bad dogs don’t get taken care of.” You reminded him. “Do you want me to leave you all alone?”

A whine could be heard from your lovely Boy Toy. You were sitting on your bed, and he was kneeling all nicely for you on the wooden floor. His cock was already straining against his suit pants. It didn’t take much to get Satoru going.

You let go off his hair, and your hand slid back towards his neck. The collar around his neck was pretty. It was pink lace with matching bows, and you first bought it to embarrass him. But it’s hard to get under Satoru’s skin, since he wears the collar proudly. If you wouldn’t forbid him from it, you were sure he’d wear it in public too. A leash was clipped to it, and it hung down.

Dancing your finger tips around the lace, you hooked your finger around it. All it took was a gentle tug for Satoru to come practically charging forward. His hands moved from his knees to the floor, he’s on all fours now. You could practically feel his breath brush against your knees.

This isn’t your first rodeo with him, so you quickly pressed your palm against his forehead. He grunted in frustration, pressing against your palm. If he truly wanted to, he could easily over power you, but this wasn’t about him taking control, but giving it up.

You rolled your eyes at his antics. For someone who comes to you to give away the responsibilities which lay heavy on his shoulders, he sure fights you on every way. Your hands once again went to his hair, this time the part on top of his head. Yanking at the silky strands, you scowled down at him.

“Do me properly, or are you-“ Satoru’s voice held that edge. This must’ve been an extra horrible day.

Your palm connected with his cheek, and with your grasp on his hair you made sure he couldn’t flinch away. No infinity stopped you from slapping him. His pale skin immediately turned red, and you didn’t even use full force.

Satoru’s eyes were glazed over full of lust.

“How exhausting it must be, to have such a desperate need for attention.” You looked down at him, with your own cold eyes.

You were sure if Satoru was truly a dog, his ears would drop right now. His eyes lowered for a split second, before returning to your eyes.

“I need you.” His voice was pleading.

You couldn’t suppress your own smirk at that, “Of course you do. But I don’t need you, now do I?”

Blue eyes blinked at you, “Who else can eat your pussy like me?” While he asked that with a smirk, there was a genuine tone to his question.

“Hmm. My other pets?” You answered him, now your voice was provoking him.

A frown was immediately pulled on Satoru’s otherwise beautiful features. One issues he will never drop is resource guarding. It’s kind of hot, to have the strongest be weirdly possessive about you.

“You don’t need them. Drop their sorry asses.” He practically pouted at you.

You couldn’t help but laugh at that. Letting yourself fall back into the bed, the mattress cushioned you perfectly. You heard shuffling come from Satoru, and without having to look at him, you raised your leg up and pushed him back down with your foot pressing down on his shoulders.

Satoru groaned dramatically at being pushed down. His big hand wrapped around your ankle, and he tilted his head to brush his lips over your skin. Silently asking for permission.

You stretched your arms above your head, a smile tugging on your lips. “Cmon then, demonstrate your tongue skills for me, baby.”

Immediately his hands went to your thighs, sliding under your skirt. “You know I always deliver, ma’am.”

Shifting around to rest on your arms, you looked at Satoru who made himself comfortable in between your legs. He leaned forward, pressing his tongue against the cotton of your panties. Desperately sucking the fabric into his mouth.

Reaching your hand out, you scratched his head approvingly. Your muscles relaxed, and you let out a sigh of relief. Satoru’s perfectly kept nails dug slightly into your thighs, but you let him. A groan rumbled from his throat, deep and downright feral.

You let yourself fall back into the bed, so you could use your other hand to pull down your panties. Satoru works best with full access. He assisted you in that, with you pressing your hips to make them slide off easier.

Satoru was endlessly impatient, as quick as the restrictive piece of clothing was gone, he immediately dove back in. You pretended ike you didn’t see him pocket your panties.

His tongue pressed against your labia, parting it to get to the source of your wetness. The way he moaned around your pussy made you gasp, the vibrations straight up going from your clit to your stomach.

Finally, his lips found your clit. Attaching to the most sensitive part of your body, your favorite puppy sucked gently. You couldn’t help but buckle into his eager mouth, encouraging moans falling from your lips.

“You’re doing so good.” You praised Satoru, and he soaked up all of your words and moans.

Your thighs wrapped around his head, probably cutting off his air supply, but that wasn’t your issue. Satoru’s eyes shined with determination. If it was possible, you were sure he’d press his face even more into you. But it seems the limitless man has reached the maximum amount of physical contact.

His tongue drew patterns into your clit, and if you actually focused on it you’d realise that he’s tracing the kanji of his name. Luckily for him, your own mind was hazy from sheer lust. Your body felt hot, overstimulated and understimulated at the same time. Digging your nails into Satoru’s scalp was one way you were able to let go of the pressure which was building inside of you.

The sloppy sounds coming from Satoru made your skin burn even hotter. The knot in your stomach tightened further, close to bursting. Your heel dug into Satoru’s back, in an attempt to press him closer.

“Puppy, baby, you really gotta give it your all if you wanna be my favorite.” You teasingly encouraged him, a breathless tone to your voice.

His eyes were burning into you, gleefully accepting your challenge. What once were gentle sucks and caresses off his tongue, quickly turned ruthless. Bordering on overstimulation, your stomach muscles flexed. You moaned into the stuffy air, while Satoru whined into your wet pussy.

“Yeah, yeah, good boy, jus’ like thaaat.” You mumbled out, in between groans and gasps.

Your hands twisted into his hair, your hips came grinding down on his nose. Riding him for your own pleasure, until the knot in your lower stomach practically bursted. Your orgasm washed over you in heavy waves.

Once you were able to ride out your orgasm on Satoru’s perfectly curved nose, you reached out and grasped the leash hanging from his collar into your hand. You gave it a rough tug.

Satoru raised from his kneeling position in a smooth fashion. He was fast, in the way his knees hit your mattress and he crawled to be above you. Grasping his jaw into your hand, you dug your nails into his porcelain skin. His lips puckered up.

Raising your brow at him, you asked him, “Did you forget all your manners?”

A smile tugged at his wet lips, “Thank yeeeewwww, for letting me feast on that divine-“

You rolled your eyes at him, but you couldn’t help but giggle. Slapping your hand over his mouth, you watched as Satoru wiggled his eyebrows at you. His tongue darted out and liked your palm.

“Ew. You weird masochist.” You squinted your eyes at him.

A simple shrug from his shoulders made you drop your hand. “You can go home now.”

Satoru‘s brows immediately shot up. “No. Nuh-Uh.”

“Mmmh. I don’t keep bad pups around.” You do actually, if you didn’t you’d have Satoru kicked out already.

A long, pathetic whine wretched itself from Satoru’s throat. “Please.”

“Please what?” You raised your brow at him. With smooth movements you wrapped the leash tighter around your hand.

“I wanna- I need to fuck your pussy. Badly. I might die of blue balls, if I don’t.” Satoru pleaded his case with you.

It was hard to keep the chuckle away, “Ooooh, my poor baby. Whatever shall I do with you?” A tug on the leash and Satoru’s face hovered over yours. His breath fawned over your face.

“Get my cock wet, pretty please.” He batted his eyelashes at you, that pout on his lips. “And lemme kiss yoooouuu.”

Your hand went to his shoulder, your nails dragging over his soft skin. "C'mere, boy.” With that you tugged his face towards your own.

Satoru was always greedy in the way he kissed you. His tongue immediately pressed against your lips, begging for entrance. He was all consuming, when he kissed you. Sucking on your tongue and teeth, making sure he tasted every centimeter.

With rough movements you grasped the buttons of his shirt into your hand. With one good yank you were able to open them all up. Finally exposing Satoru’s chest. He rolled his hips into your own, his clothed bulge rubbing against your sensitive pussy.

His lips disconnected from your own, and he grinned down at you. He buried his nose into the crock off your neck. His lips pressed into your skin. “Please, please, please. Let me fuck you. I do good. ‘M so good at pleasing you.”

“Mmmh, that’s true, baby. Go, take off your pants for me.” You practically purred at him.

Satoru practically beamed from euphoria. He sat up lightly, his hands practically shoving down his suit pants and boxer shorts. His cock sprung free, pre-cum impatiently beaded at his pink tip. His pubes were a fluffy white, framing his pretty dick.

You grasped his thick cock into your hands, and pressed his tip against your entrance. Satoru’s brows furrowed, and he whimpered. His hands went to your hips, grasping the plush skin into his hands and massaging his thumb into it.

Satoru’s hip stuttered impatiently forward, but you kept your grip tight. You rubbed his tip against your clit, letting out a moan. Satoru whined some more. “Don’t tease meee.”

“But you’re so cute when you cry.” You smiled at him.

He blinked at you, scoffing, “If I’m a weird masochist, you’re a whacko sadist.”

“Guilty.”

Satoru grumbled some more. Before he could open his mouth, you finally pressed his tip fully into you. The stretch was delicious, making your head swim from pleasure. Satoru moaned in relief.

Before he could slam his hips forward, you grasped them into your hands. Your thumbs rubbed over his V-line, his stomach muscles flexing. With your fingers digging into Satoru’s hips, you guided his hips forward. You controlled the way Satoru angled his hips, the way they rolled into your own.

His chin hit his muscular chest, with this mesmerised look in his eyes he watched the way your bodies connected. His mouth fell open, and his striking blue eyes flickered to your face. Satoru’s pink tongue poked out, his focus fully on pleasing you.

The tip of his cock pressed into your cervix, making itself at home there. His length dragged against your walls, veins digging into you. The moans just tumbled from your mouth. You kept your hands on his hips, continuing to control the speed and intensity.

“Fuck fuck fuck. Am I doing good? Please tell me I’m doing good.” Satoru whimpered out.

Your head nodded erratically, “You’re doing so, so good, puppy. Don’t stop.”

Since you were still sensitive from your last orgasm, it didn’t take long for another to approach you. Your thighs and pussy felt tingly, your toes curling and flexing. All you could do was wrap your legs around Satoru’s hips, choosing to instead wrap your arms around his neck. You pulled him closer to you, chest to chest.

Satoru groaned happily, his hips slamming into your own. He grinded his pelvis into your puffy clit, causing you to gasp. He pressed his nose into your neck, his tongue stuck out and he was drooling all over you.

Your hands tangled into Satoru’s hair, tugging and yanking on his silky strands. He moaned straight into your ear, causing hot pleasure to coil even tighter around your pussy. Throwing your head back, you let your orgasm wash over you. Clenching around Satoru’s dick, you felt him twitch inside of you.

“Can I cum? Please. Let me!”

You patted Satoru’s back and shoulders aimlessly, “Yeah, yeah, yeah. Of course, baby. Cum inside me. You did soo well.”

The groan he let out was guttural, vibrating in his chest. You felt warmth spread inside of you, while Satoru’s hips kept drilling into. He fucked his cum into you, making you overflow.

Satoru finally came to rest, his head nestled into your neck, with his hips still pressed into yours. He nuzzled you occasionally, while you lovingly petted his head and back. Satoru sighed happily into your skin.

Pulling one hand away from his head, you went to touch your neck. It came back wet, with Satoru’s drool. You frowned at that, and wiped it away on his arm. “Ew. You’re nasty.”

His head lifted slightly, and all he did was giggle at you. He moved his face, and licked a strip up your cheek, “Woof!”

You couldn’t help but squeal, trying to push his face away.

[wlwloverwrites]

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.

Main Masterlist

DO NOT STEAL OR REPOST ANY OF MY WORKS ON ANY OTHER PLATFORMS. NO ONE HAS MY PERMISSION TO DO SO.

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.

I love reading yall’s comments and tags. Please reblog or comment. If you’re shy, send an anonymous ask

[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.

[clonetrooperjournals]

happy friday!! I hope you had a good week 🥰 I love your fics so much!!! Your stories always brighten my day and I love seeing what you write 🩷 Can I make a Wrecker request please? He is such a sweetheart and I don’t see a ton of fics for him in the world! I was thinking something with friends to lovers where they are best friends and kind of match each other’s personalities well and are physically affectionate a lot and realize they have feelings? Or whatever direction feels natural to you! 💜 thank you!

Summary : You left home when you turned 18 to pursue your dream of rancor riding. What happens when you find the love of your life along the way? Pairings : Wrecker x Fem!reader (Cowgirl reader) Warnings : fluff, reader has a southern accent, angst, mentions of unconscented marriage, mentions of self doubt, running away from home, happy ending, Words : 3.1k A/N : Okay! So I have had this Wrecker fic in the works for SO LONG! He is literally my favourite clone and because of that I rewrote this so many times! I'm sorry it took so long but I really hope you love it because I've had this idea forever! Rancor riding like bull riding (why is this not cannon actually?) And don't worry I will be writing plenty more about my big guy! Enjoy xoxo masterlist here

“Come on Midnight! That all ya got?!”  

You run around the dingy arena with your rancor charging at you full speed. Your heart is racing, your feet are sliding, and you’ve never felt more free. You run to the end of the arena and pull out your whip, waiting for the moment when the purple rancor lifts her fist at you. You snap your whip around her fist as she raises it and yank hard, watching as she falls forward, you then run and jump on top of her before she can stand up and use your whip as a leash as she runs around the arena in circles trying to throw you off her back.  

“YeeHaw! Atta girl Midnight!” You laugh as she continues to try and throw you from her. Eventually you let her go and jump off her back, sprinting fast to her cage and wait for her to charge in after you. Last second you roll out of the cage and slam the door shut with a large smile. “Great work today girl! Were gonna knock em’ dead at the show tonight!”  

Behind you Omega claps loudly with Cid, Wrecker and Echo. You take a bow and walk over to the group smiling as Omega jumps over the railing and into your arms giving you a hug, “y/n you were amazing! I can’t wait to watch the show tonight!”  

“Thank ya darlin!” you laugh as you squeeze her tight. “What are y'all doin here so early?”  

Cid grins at you with that knowing look, “Came to check on my champion. I put a high bet on ya for tonight and I don't intend to lose my money.” 

“Thirty seconds or more and ya guaranteed ya money.” you reply simply as you ruffle Omega’s hair making her giggle. “I ain’t the best Rancor rider here in the outer rim for cheap times!” 

Cid smiles and claps you on the shoulder, “Good, good. Now go get ready, shows in a few hours.” 

Cid walks off leaving you with the bad batch, you notice the concerned looks on the boys faces, “What’s wrong?” 

Echo steps forward and pulls out a bounty puck, “This you?”  

An old holo photo pops up of a young teenage girl with freckles and a button nose. Her hair is pulled into two braids with ribbons on the bottom and she’s wearing some frilly dress that looks uncomfortable, which makes you laugh. “They could’a picked a better picture I look like a baby loth cat in this!” 

Wrecker steps forward now looking down at you with that brutishly handsome look your so fond of, “You knew about this?” 

“Of course... My ma and pa have been on the hunt for me since the day I left home without a word. It’s been four years ya think they’d give up already!” you sigh exasperated.  

Echo tilts his head, “Why’d you leave anyway? If you don’t mind me asking.” 

“Let’s just say my version and my parent's version of my future were two sides of a coin. In the end I chose my side and left. I ain’t looked back since...”  

Your parents own the largest export of Felucian rancor's for sale on the black market. They created a ranch where your family raised and trained them to be sold. You have been around rancor's since you were a baby, and you know the animal better than you know yourself. You started training the rancor's around the age of ten when you were fast enough to outrun them. Your parents didn’t want you to train the animals, saying it wasn’t a lady's job to be running around in the mud with a predator, and that you should be inside practicing your socialite skills. You hated how they tried to keep you confined in that house, wearing expensive frilly dresses that felt like you were wearing the ocean, and practicing your etiquette, dancing and piano, that wasn’t who you were. You wanted to be in the pen with the rancor's running around and wrestling them without a care in the world. Then you turned eighteen and your parents decided that you were done “playing with the animals” and you were gonna fulfill your duty as lady of the family and get married to some businessman's son to benefit the family.  

You knew you would rather die than stay trapped in some man's house wearing those ridiculous dresses, entertaining rich people and their wives while never getting the freedom to be yourself. So, the night before your eighteenth birthday you packed a bag and bought a one-way ticket off world and never looked back. Since then, you’ve been traveling the galaxy as a professional Rancor rider with your girl Midnight, who you bought on the black market as a baby and trained at your secret house in the deserts of Batuu. Your honestly floored that your parents haven’t found you after all this time since you're literally doing the one thing you said you were always gonna do.  

You met the bad batch the last time you did a show on Ord Mantell when you went into Cid’s for a drink. You were instantly intrigued by the clones and the little girl with them, especially Wrecker. His gentle giant persona while being extremely handsome had you hooked from the first day, and you’ve been flirting with him since. You’ve kept in contact with each other, and you’ve even helped on a few odd jobs when you're not traveling for your shows. You and the batch have become good friends, and you’d say they became your found family.  

“Tech’s already working on hacking the bounty system to take down your ad.” Echo explains.  

You smile warmly at your friends, “Aw thank ya kindly! Y'all are the best of friends a gal can ask for!”  

“Of course. Though were gonna keep an eye out tonight because we don’t know how long the ad has been up.” Echo says as he pats your shoulder, “Let’s go Omega. We'll see you later.” 

You wave as Echo and Omega Walk off leaving you standing there with Wrecker. He’s looking at you with a sheepish smile, “Good luck tonight. Not that ya need it! You're gonna be great no matter what!” 

Your chest aches as you look at the big guy who owns your heart, “aww thank ya honey! That means the world comin’ from my favourite man!”  

“I’m your favourite?...” he asks kicking his boots in the dirt with red cheeks. 

You giggle and walk over to him putting your hands on his chest, “always have been.” 

He freezes and looks down at you, his gaze trailing to your lips and back up to your eyes. For a moment your almost certain he’s gonna kiss you, then Omega runs back into the arena, “Wrecker, are you coming?!” 

His whole face is red as he looks at her, “Y-Yup! I’m comin...” 

You chuckle and reach up on your tip toes to kiss his cheek, “I’ll see ya tonight! Wait for me after the show?” 

“Y-Yeah! I will!” 

... 

The only words to describe the first time Wrecker seen you would be love at first sight.  

The batch had just come back from a job for Cid and when they entered the bar, he seen you leaning against the counter with a drink in your hand. You were wearing tight jeans and a matching jacket that a huge purple rancor painted on the back, a whip on one side and blaster holstered on the other. You wore a purple cowgirl hat, that he’s never seen you without, and the most beautiful smile to ever grace this galaxy, he stood frozen and watched you talk with Cid while his brothers eyed him closely wondering where his attention had gone. Once they realized it was you that stole Wreckers attention, they all went over and introduced themselves. He stood at the back of the group, tongue tied, not being able to say a word as your eyes raked over his figure with a smile as you introduced yourself.  

Since that day he has thought about nothing else other then you. He thought you couldn’t be any more perfect, from your southern drawl to the way you ride and wrestle rancor's for a living. You’ve always been flirty with him but, he never knows what to say or how to respond back, he doesn’t know how to show you how in love he is with you, and his brothers have noticed.  

Inside the marauder Tech is typing away on his data pad, Hunter and Echo are looking at the info for their next job and Omega is in her bunk with Lula reading the ships manual. Wrecker sits down on his bunk with a sigh that doesn’t go unnoticed by Omega, “What's wrong Wrecker? Is it y/n? Did something happen?”  

“N-No! Nothin happened. And why do ya assume it has to do with y/n?” he asks embarrassed.  

Tech speaks up from the cockpit, face still in his data pad, “Because all data suggests that you are in love with her.” 

“What does the data know! And besides... even if I did, which I’m not saying that I am! I can barely talk to her without looking like a fool.” he sighs as he looks down at his fists.  

Hunter turns toward him, “Wrecker. It's obvious that she likes you, you really have nothing to worry about.” 

“Yes I do! We are on the run from the empire! I don’t have time for... a relationship...” 

Omega slides out of her bunk and hands him Lula with a smile, “If you really love her Wrecker, you’ll find a way. And besides Hunter is right, she totally likes you too!” 

He holds Lula tightly and looks between Omega and Hunter with a wary expression, “ya think so?” 

“Yes!” 

“Yes.” 

“Yes.” 

“93.7% positive.” 

... 

The arena is sold out, the people are cheering, laughing and shouting as you stand beside Midnights cage. In front of the railing, you see the bad batch and Cid, Omega waving at you enthusiastically making you laugh to yourself. You wave back as you trail your gaze over the crowd and freeze. In the center of the crowd is a man and a woman with bright red hair that's starting to grey, each wearing a black cowboy hat you haven’t seen since the day you left home. Your dad stares directly into your eyes with a malicious smile and your mother looks furious as she sits perfectly straight in her tight dress, looking poised as always. You knew they would find you eventually, your reputation had been spreading throughout most of the outer rim and your shows were only getting bigger, but to have your parents themselves show up and not some hired bounty hunter was a whole other thing.  

Wrecker and Hunter watched you from the stands noticing the way you froze, Hunter could feel your heart rate increasing. They looked behind into the crowd and seen who you were looking at, your parents. They stuck out against all the low-class people that filled the stands, and as the rest of the crowd buzzed with excitement, they looked furious. Wrecker pushes his way through the crowd till he gets down to where you are waiting for the show to start.  

You look over at him with a smile that doesn’t quite reach your eyes, “Hey handsome... Ya seen em’ then?” 

“Yeah. They boys are already on it, were gonna make sure they don’t get near ya.” he says to you confidently.  

You sigh, your eyes beginning to water, “Wreck... please don’t let em’ take me back there...” 

“I promise,” he says grabbing our hands in his large ones, “They won’t get you. So go put on a great show and show em who you are!”  

You squeeze your hands in his and then pull him in for a hug, “Thank ya honey!” 

LADIES AND GENTLEMEN! WE WELCOME YOU TO TONIGHT HERE AT THE ORD MANTELL ARENA FOR A SPECAIL SHOW! PLEASE WELCOME THE BEST RANCOR RIDER IN THE OUTER RIM Y/N AND HER RANCOR MIDNIGHT!  

The crowd screams loudly and you take a deep breath and smile up at Wrecker, “Show time!”  

He nods smiling at you again and goes behind the bars, still staying within a few feet of you. You walk to the center of the arena, your purple jumpsuit and matching cowgirl hat shining under the spotlights and turn toward the audience. You smile brightly and tip your hat toward the bad batch making them all smile at you, then you turn toward the cage where Midnight was banging around inside. You press the button, and her cage busts open as she runs out slamming her fists on the ground.  

The crowd cheers loudly as you begin to run around the arena in a large circle, feeling the hard steps of Midnight charging behind you. You sprint as hard as you can ahead of her and pull your whip out waiting for the moment she raises her fist. Then you crack your whip around her fist and pull as hard as you can throwing her forward to the ground as you jump on her back. Then you release her fist and wrap the whip around her neck like a leash as she takes you for a bumpy ride around the arena, trying to throw you off her back.  

10,11,12,13  

You see the timer counting above you as you continue to hold on, Midnight getting more aggressive as she tried to rip you off her back, but you just hold on tightly laughing as the crowd goes wild.  

23,24,25,26 

Midnight charges toward the wall of the arena so she can slam you against it, but you jump up last second and grab the railing smiling at Omega and Tech as they look at you stunned. Then you turn and jump back onto Midnights back, “YeeHaw!” 

36,37,38,39,40 

You release the leash and jump from her back onto the arena floor once more. Taking off in a sprint you zig zag around her cage watching as she follows you. Then you run and slide into her cage and she charges straight for you. Last second you roll between her legs and push the button on the cage closing her in once again and the arena erupts into cheers as you take a bow with the biggest smile on your face.  

WHAT AN INCREDIBLE RIDE! WE’D EXPECT NOTHING LESS FROM THE GEM OF THE OUTER RIM OUR FAVOURITE RANCOR RIDER Y/N!!!!  

... 

After the show you go around signing things for people with a big smile, but that anxiety is still heavy on your chest as your parents are no longer in the stands. You sign one more paper for a kid when you turn around to your parents standing there, making you jump.  

“Cute little show. Now it’s time to stop this foolishness and come back home to fulfill your family obligations.” your dad says sternly.  

You back away, “No! I won’t go back and get married to that man!”  

“You will listen to your Pa!” your mother yells walking toward you as she grabs your arm.  

You pull your arm as hard as you can, but she just squeezes tighter, “I won’t go back! I’m not like you, I’ll never be! Let me go!”  

“You heard her. Let her go.” you stop and turn around to see Wrecker and the rest of the bad batch behind him looking furious. Wrecker's eyes flash to yours worried and you nod at him, tears starting to fall.  

“This is family business, now I suggest ya leave quietly.” your dad says as he grabs your other arm starting to lead you away as you kick and pull with all your might. You bite your dad's hand and he let’s go just long enough for you to pull your other arm free from your mom, then you turn and run jumping into Wreckers arms.  

Your mother steps toward the group of clones, eyeing them angrily, “Just who do you think you are?!” 

Wrecker steps forward still holding you tightly in his arms, “I’m her husband!”  

The absolute shock on everyone's faces would be comical if you weren’t in near hysterics. All the clones had their eyes on you and Wrecker but said nothing, and your mom almost fainted, “Husband!?” 

“Why would you do this? Why would you embarrass us like this!?” your dad shouts as he gestures to the two of you.  

You grab Wreckers hand in yours tightly and look up into his eyes, “because I love this man pa! He is strong, and selfless, kind and patient. He loves me without conditions! I would find and marry him in every lifetime before I went back to the ranch!” 

Both your parents look at each other, then back at you and the group of clones who had all the blasters at the ready, then they sighed and walked away, “This isn’t over...” 

“Yes, it is.” Wrecker says as he watches the two of them leave the arena.  

You release a breath you didn’t know you were holding as a few tears fall from your eyes, “Thank ya kindly y’all. Ya... Ya didn’t have to do that...”  

Hunter shows a rare smile, “Of course. Your family. Were gonna trail them and make sure they don’t get any funny ideas. Let's go!” 

The boys nod at you, patting your shoulder as they leave, Omega even giving you a quick hug and then it’s just you and Wrecker standing in the arena, your hand still in his. You look at him and see his cheeks are bright red as he tries to avoid your gaze, “y/n I-I'm sorry. I don’t really know why I said the whole... Husband thing I just... I heard what they were tryin’ to do, and I panicked! I couldn’t even imagine you marrying another man I- I mean! Not that were married I just I-” 

You pull him toward you and jump up wrapping your legs around his waist as he looks at you stunned. Grabbing both of his burning cheeks you lean forward and kiss him, soft and gentle at first but then he kisses you back eagerly. You pull back for breath smiling, “I liked it when ya called yourself my husband...” 

“Really?” he asks shyly.  

“Yeah. And I meant every word I said bout’ lovin you Wreck.” you say stroking his cheek gently, “I love ya big guy.” 

He smiles brightly, “I-I love ya too!” 

You take off your hat and place it on his head with a mischievous smile, “so bout’ this husband offer...” 

dividers by @saradika-graphics

[parkaplayboy]

75% || Chapter 8

stylenny x gender neutral reader

You're a senior in college during your final semester, but you find out that you're dangerously close to failing a class that you need to graduate. Lucky for you (or unlucky, depending on how you look at it) you get paired up with a tutor.

words: 1.2K

FIRST | PREVIOUS | NEXT

Wednesday at 2:41 PM

The front of the South Park animal shelter looked like any other small-town building— aged brick, sun-faded posters in the window, and a crooked “VOLUNTEERS WELCOME” sign hanging just off-center on the door. You stood just outside it, hoodie sleeved pulled over you hands and a knot of nerves coiled under your ribs. You were five seconds away from texting Stan some excuse—class, headache, alien abduction—when the shelter door swung open.

“There you are!” Stan’s voice was warm, familiar, and easy. “Thought we lost you to the void.” You gave a sheepish smile. “My uber had to circle the block twice. I couldn’t tell if I was about to walk into a shelter or someone's weird taxidermy side hustle.” Stan barked a laugh. “I mean, it depends on the day. Come on, you’re not late.”

The lobby was small but cozy, the walls covered in cork boards pinned with Polaroids of adopted pets and photos of volunteers holding everything from kittens to goats. Before you could look too closely, a large golden blur barreled down the hallway and launched itself at Stan’s legs. “Oh god, Toast is loose again,” Stan muttered, bracing himself as the golden retriever planted its paws on his thighs and began panting excitedly. You blinked. “Toast?” 

Stan pointed to the name tag clipped to the dog's collar. “Resident sweetheart. Also a himbo. Zero thoughts, all vibes.” 

“Kind of like Kenny,” you mused, only half joking. A voice behind you replied. “Excuse you, Toast has way more emotional depth than I do.” You turned around to see Kenny leaning against the doorframe, hair messy under a beanie, volunteer badge already clipped to his shirt. He had a smug little grin like he’d been waiting for the right moment to make an entrance.

 “Kenny,” Stan warned, scratching behind Toast’s ears. “Don’t scare off the new recruits.” 

“I’m not scared,” you said, hands on hips. “Just cautiously optimistic.” 

“About the shelter or about us?” Kenny’s grin widened, and your heart promptly tripped over itself. 

“...Both.”

Kenny mock-swooned. “God, they flirt back. I knew I liked you for a reason.” You rolled your eyes, biting back a smile as Stan handed you a clipboard with the orientation checklist. “We’re starting you easy today,” he said. “Mostly dog-walking and feeding, maybe some light kennel cleanup. No scooping anything horrifying. Yet.” 

“Cool, cool. So like… no angry racoons?”

Kenny pointed at you. “See, this is why we need them around more. Finally, someone with priorities.” 

The three of you spent the first part of the afternoon walking dogs around the small field behind the shelter. You got paired with a pit mix named Moose who decided he loved you more than life itself approximately thirty seconds into the walk. He tugged so hard on the leash when he saw Kenny across the gross that you practically stumbled into him. 

“Hey now,” Kenny said, catching your elbow instinctively. “If you wanted to fall for me, I’d at least make it romantic.” You snorted, trying not to think too hard about how steady his hand felt on your arm. “Blame Moose. He’s the one pulling all the moves.” Stan walked past just then, grinning. “Jealous?” Kenny shrugged, still looking at you. “A little. Moose works fast.”

 After a while, the sun started sliding lower and the sky shifted to the soft, golden color that made everything look like a scene from an inside movie. You found yourself back inside the shelter in the cat room— aka Bean’s Domain— with Stan on the floor beside you and Kenny lounging dramatically in a beanbag chair that had definitely seen better days.

 You sat cross-legged with a chubby tuxedo sprawled out in your lap, purring like a motorboat. “This is Bean?” 

“That’s Bean,” Stan confirmed. “Bean has trust issues and a superiority complex. Which means he’s Kenny’s soulmate.” 

“I’m right here,” Kenny said, flicking a cat toy in your direction without looking. “You can insult me to my face.” 

“I am insulting you to your face,” Stan replied. 

You looked between them, laughing softly. It was strange how comfortable you felt in that room, with these two, surrounded by warm fur and sunbeams filtering in through a dusty window. Something in your chest has loosened in the past hour. You hadn’t even noticed how tightly it had been wound.

 “Hey,” Kenny said suddenly, peeking at his phone. “Ky’s on his way. Said he’s bringing snacks.” You perked up slightly. “Kyle’s coming?” 

“Yeah,” Stan said, smiling over at you. “He wanted to come earlier but had a meeting with his thesis advisor. He said—and I quote— ‘I’m not letting Y/N volunteer for the first time without at least one slightly neurotic red-head present.’” 

You laughed. “That sounds like him.”

“Right?” Kenny grinned. “He’s also probably going to bring enough food for, like, nine people. He stress orders.”

Twenty minutes later, the door opened and Kyle stepped in, slightly flushed from the walk, curls a bit wind-tossed. He was balancing two iced coffees, a tote bag, and a brown paper sack that definitely smelled like fries. “Apologies for the delay,” he said, walking in like a man on a mission. “I got stuck on the phone with my professor about the statistical modeling for— okay, nevermind, that’s not important. I bought snacks.”

You blinked up at him from your seat on the floor. “Are you secretly trying to bribe me into continuing to volunteer?” Kyle handed you a coffee with an exaggerated shrug. “Is it working?”

You took a sip. He’d gotten your order right. “Maybe.” 

Kenny stretched out on the beanbag, arms behind his head. “What’s the verdict, Y/N? Do you hate us yet?” You pretended to consider it. “The cats are cool. Stan’s chill. Kyle brought food. You’re still on probation.”

“Ouch,” Kenny clutched his heart. “Wounded. Utterly.” Kyle handed out the rest of the food, sitting beside you cross-legged, his shoulder brushing yours. He glanced over, voice quieter than before. “Really, though… you doing okay?” You turned to look at him. His eyes were sharp, watching your expression carefully.  You nodded. “I actually… yeah. I think I needed this.” His smile came slow but genuine. “Good.”

 The four of you ended up staying after the shelter technically closed, helping sort some last-minute donations. Someone found an entire box of dog sweaters that Stan tried—and failed— not to model on Moose. Kenny took three selfies with Bean sleeping on his chest and insisted you join him for a fourth, your face half-hidden in your borrowed hoodie and laughter crinkling your eyes.

As you walked outside into the early evening air, Kyle reached for the car keys from his coat pocket. “You want me to drive you home?” he asked. “Stan drove Kenny here earlier, and I’ve got room.” You hesitated, glancing at the other two. “I’m coming too,” Stan added quickly. “We figured we’d all grab dinner afterward, if you’re up for it.” You nodded, heart doing that familiar skip again. “I’m in.” 

“Cool,” Kyle said, unlocking the car. “Also, random, but—” Stan cut in, grinning. “We were gonna volunteer again Saturday. We usually do a morning shift. Wanna come?” You looked between them—Kyle, brushing curls from his forehead and trying not to seem too eager; Stan, leaning against the car with that lazy-casual confidence; Kenny, bouncing on his heels, jacket already halfway zipped. 

It wasn’t even a hard question. 

“Yeah,” you said. “I’d like that”

[phoenixfire-thewizardgoddess]

Headcanon - Bloodlust

Very specific idea for Alastor/Husk/Niffty, but under a specific circumstance. Implied spicy.

------------------

Messed up idea of husk/alastor/niffty

Alastor has a number of lowlifes on his leash, specifically because heir deals bind them from doing certain unsavoury things… and if they try, he’s alerted.

Enter a specific creep who has a thing for kids.

Sinner kids are few and far between, the bar for evil is a bit higher for them… but there’s some. They tended to get put in Hellborn-managed places or with family who weren’t y’know, completely terrible people. 

Hellborns could have kids though.

Sometimes too many, there was always someone desperate enough to sell one to feed the many… and sometimes Sinners tried to get their hands on ‘em. This creep (name to choose later) triggers his collar, and Alastor stops mid-sentence, eyes in radio dial.

He turns brusquely to Husk, and Niffty who was polishing the bartop.

“Husker, Niffty, we’re going hunting. Right now.”

They’d seen that expression before.

“Who?” 

“(Name)”

Husk growls, and across the room Angel has to pull a cushion over his lap because damn.

Charlie tries to ask where they’re going, but to no avail.

The trio return, hours later, absolutely drenched in blood and viscera, dragging the remains of a sinner in one hand and Husk carrying a small bundle in the other. The latter handed off to a shell-shocked Vaggie as she stumbles over to ask what was happening…

“She wasn’t wanted. They sold her to this guy…” mumbles the cat, pupils blown wide and tail lashing.

Vaggie is staring down at this tiny little hellhound-imp baby, who stares innocently back, and falls in love instantly. 

There’s a palpable bloodlust radiating off the trio, filling the air with something that makes angel think of Val’s pheromones. It was heady… 

Without a further word, the trio disappear up the stairs in wisps of shadow, the corpse alongside them. 

And the minute they hit the room, the shades can barely lock the doors in time, before clothes start tearing free and teeth clack. Rough and feral, almost, the scent of blood seems to be heightening their actions… 

[Be more artistic in descriptions / rough overview, etc]

Alastor uses his tongue to make Niffty scream, his own hand buried in Husk’s fur as the other sucks him off. Then Niffty takes Husk to the hilt, as Alastor’s tentacles toy with them all. Husk bangs Alastor, Niffty takes them both, and she giggles about the mess. Husk laps at the mess made in niffty as Alastor finishes inside him, tendrils jerking him off.

It’s a hedonistic mess in there.

The next day, everyone is back to normal, confusing everyone else who'd had every pillow they could find over their heads the night before because Wow they were LOUD.

“Hey uh, if you and those two are together, I’ll back off with the flirting… you coulda said.” Angel says sheepishly, rubbing his arm. 

“What? Hah, those two? Nah. That’s just bloodlust, kid… gotta work it off after a hunt or you can’t settle down.” Husk reassures.

“Oh! Okay, yeah… that something that happens often?”

“Not really… Boss goes on hunts for food all the time, this was a special kind… the kind where someone broke contract and had to be dealt with.”

“So he’d hunt you if you broke contract and then fuck Niffty and whoever else?” Angel was appalled.

“What? No! Look, boss has a handful of deals with some real fucked up characters, he gets them a place to live and a job, but in exchange they can’t do… what they’re down here for, or even think about it. If they act on it, like (Name) did… by buyin’ himself a child to hand rear and… well, don’t think too hard about it, you’ll be sick to your stomach… anyway, those guys break their deal?  Then Al knows immediately. And we go huntin’.”

“Oh. That’s… kinda good, I guess. So, can… anyone go on these hunts?” He toys with his glass. 

“Anyone he trusts can, but you gotta be able to handle it, what we do to the dealbreaker, that is. The sex, I think you got downpat.” 

“Hehe, you bet! Maybe he’d let me’n’cherri help out next time? I always wondered what happened to the kid-botherers down here… but it feels better knowing he’s gottem on a short chain. And, say in the spirit of honesty... is there any way you’d tell me what he’s like in-...”

“Angel my good fellow, you finish that query and I will never let you hunt with us.” 

“Spoilsport! Just wanna know… you know it’s my favourite subject.”

“That’s for me to know and you to find out should you behave well on the next hunt. Now do excuse me, I need to check on the little one we rescued yesterday, and ensure her wellbeing… although I rather fancy she will end up adopted by Charlotte and Vagatha based on the way those two were cooing at her this morning.”

Niffty climbs up on Angel’s lap as Alastor leaves. “You’re so soft, it’ll be fun to have you play with us during a Hunt… but you need to use twice the shampoo to get blood out of your fur. That’s what Sir and Husk say…” She pouts. “But you only like to play with boys right? Don’t worry, I got good with the wearable thing, if you’d like that! But… what about your explodey friend? Would she play with me too?”

Angel laughs, “Oh yeah, Cherri’s the best when she’s with a gal she’s into… promise. Hey Niff, can you tell me what ya boss is like after a hunt?”

Niffty thinks a moment, then gestures him down to whisper in his ear.

Whatever she says makes all eight of the arachnid’s eyes go wide with shock, and more than a little arousal.

“...oooh, and! He likes to bite!”

“Niff!” Husk warns, flushing as she shows off not just patently Alastor bitemark on her shoulder… but a rather feline one as well. 

She giggles, jumping up to push up fur around the cat sinner’s throat. “So do I!” 

Ah yes, very Pointedly Niffty-shaped rings of teeth dotted the other’s neck. “Even if I do get fluff in my teeth sometimes.”

“Oooh, Husky, you didn’t tell me you had a little nibbling kink going on…” 

“S’not relevant to normal conversation, Legs.”

“He does! You should see Sir’s neck!”

Angel shoots cosmopolitan through his nose and chokes. “What…?” he mumbles weakly. 

Husker straight up leaves the bar, no longer willing to engage in this conversation before it gets any more awkward. “You’ll find out if you ever go on a hunt with us. So stop askin’.”

If Angel sends a vaguely coded series of incredulous emoji-based texts to his bestie Cherri, and ifa television overlord nearly loses his mind when he realises the content…? Well, that was just par for the course.

[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.

@tealeavesandtrash

@moon-girl88

@hoje--aqui

@cocoabutterandbooks

@onion-sliced-apples

@prancingpony42

@digital-kam

@remoonysiriusly

@sweetstarryskies

@a-sunset-outside-my-window

@procrastinatingstuff

@annaliza999

@arasael

@a-pine-cone

@goldenprophetwrites

(let me know if you do/don’t want to be tagged!)

[rapierdagger]

new dog (Rana) is a sweetheart but so so hard and I’m trying not to get too frustrated with either myself or him, since it’s a big change for us both, but especially him. your dog isn’t giving you a hard time they’re having a hard time etc. I think I’m a bit stressed because he’s displaying various undesirable behaviours that we don’t want to deal with long term: barking a lot generally but especially at the door, afraid of vacuums, suitcases and blenders, not reactive exactly but definitely too fixated on neighbourhood cats and other dogs, leash pulling near parks, refuses to pee or poo in our patio garden even on a grass pad. but idk which of these need training and desensitisation versus which will disappear naturally as he settles in. he’s clearly overstimulated and overwhelmed and again, that makes sense - he’s had a big change, plus we live in a busy urban area and his previous home was suburban and quiet - but we also can’t avoid his triggers entirely. e.g. there are often suitcases when we leave the house, but we need to do walks outside for him to pee because he won’t use our garden, and for exercise because he’s clearly also bouncing off the walls and our house is too small for a lot of play inside. even if we only used the garden and got him to pee there, it’s still a small area, the neighbourhood cats come by often and sit on the walls, and he barks whenever he sees our neighbour in their garden which is visible from ours. so all in all the ‘boring peaceful decompression period’ just doesn’t seem possible. and I’m constantly unsure if I’m going too fast or too slow with exposing him to new things, but I think I’ll probably slow down a bit just to be safe.

[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-