#kissy kissy purr purr

[brie-draws]

OC-Tober Day 15: OC who likes dolls

Morioka!... Though he will argue they're not his dolls, they're effigies of his (2D) girlfriend

[bolszaja-miedwedica]

i can't believe the gods are such a sitcom bunch

[paintedelm]

honestly my most favorite thing in a fanfic is when there's a robot character and they get really happy and purr its so cute

[what-even-is-thiss]

Have you never spent a lot of time around cats but want to be friends with one? Some cat communication basics. Because I feel like it.

A cat approaching you doesn’t necessarily mean they want pets. They may just be inspecting you or hanging out.

If you want to pet a cat you need to ask permission first. The way you do this is you offer a finger or the back of your hand for them to smell. If the cat wants to be pet they’ll generally push their face or head and neck into your hand. If they don’t want to be pet they’ll generally walk away or just sit down.

Cats will usually ask for pets by rubbing up against you or possibly standing at your feet and meowing. When you think a cat is asking for pets hold your hand out and see if they rub up against you. That means they want pets. If they start walking away with purpose instead that means they want to show you something. If they meander off that just means they’re hanging out. No pets needed.

If a cat likes the way you’re petting them they’ll probably lean into it. If they like it a lot and you stop they might try to pull you back over with a paw. They might also squint close their eyes. If they don’t like it they’ll lean away or swipe at you a bit or show their teeth if they really don’t like it.

When they’re done being pet or sitting in your lap they’ll probably just peacefully walk away. This is good. They trust you but they’re done hanging out now. If their ears flatten or they start bristling and hissing you’ve done something very wrong or they’re afraid of you and it’s probably best to leave them be.

A relaxed cat’s ears usually point forward and are upright. If their ears flatten or point back they’re angry or scared and they’re serious.

Cats can purr for any number of reasons. If they’re sitting on your lap with completely relaxed posture (in a loaf with tail curled up, eyes happily squinted closed, maybe actively looking for pets from you and giving little cat hugs in the form of rubbing their face on you) that’s probably a sign of contentment. They can also purr to calm themselves down or try to heal themselves or others. Purring is one of those things that needs the surrounding context to be understood.

When a cat shows their stomach they’re comfortable around you but not looking for pets. Most cats don’t like belly scratches. Some do, but if you try to scratch a cat’s belly and they start acting angry it’s because from their perspective you’re the one violating personal boundaries here.

If a cat doesn’t like being picked up they’ll probably start struggling. If they’re very stressed out they may get violent but if they know you that probably won’t be their first choice unless said cat has a short temper. If the cat is neutral to happy about being held they probably won’t do anything at all. You can carefully drop cats when you’re done holding them. In fact they may prefer that to being carefully set down depending on the cat. Angle them down just a little when you drop them so they can land on their front paws first. This also gives them a bit of warning that they’re about to be dropped.

Most cats won’t lick you but if they do they’re trying to groom you. This means they see you as part of the family. This is fine. A bit weird but they’re trying to help.

If you try to act like you’re small and out of the way and avoid eye contact with a cat, the cat will see this as an invitation to hang out. This is why if you don’t understand or like cats and try to avoid them at parties or at friends houses they might try to hang out with you a lot. Lots of eye contact and making a lot of noise and making yourself bigger is the way to scare a cat off. Slow blinking and not acting excited is an open invitation.

Some cats have been trained a little bit by their owners. They aren’t obedient 100% of the time like dogs but they can be trained to know what some things mean and get accustomed to certain situations. Cats can be trained to like a certain noise like kissy noises or tongue clicking by making those noises when you feed or pet them when they’re young. It can also be demonstrated to them that patting the couch or other surface next to you is an invitation to come over. These are the most common things most house cats that grew up with humans know about. You can also ask their owner if there’s a noise they come to but if you don’t know, kissy noises, tongue clicking, or the cat’s name or saying something like “here kitty kitty” are the most common things a cat might understand as a request to come over.

When playing with a cat, moving your hand around on the ground for them to pounce on, waving a feather toy around, rolling a ball towards them, etc. they generally won’t use their claws. If they want to play they’ll start playing. This can look like their eyes going wide and them paying attention to the plaything, doing the prey butt wiggle, and swiping at the toy. If they don’t want to play they usually just won’t react to what you’re doing or watch you with disinterest and neutral eyes.

[tsuchinokoroyale]

[bsecco]

now how am I meant to work in these conditions 😭

[machveil]

Roommate!Ghost coming back after a long deployment where outside communication wasn't allowed, only to see you've gotten a cat during that time. The cat's name? Cat Simon. A chonky black cat with a bit of RBF who needs to be snuggled at all hours, and was lovingly provided via finding him in an alley trying to eat thrown out chinese food in the pouring rain. His paws are rated E for everybody and he sounds cranky when he meows while his purrs will vibrate the entire couch and can be heard across a room. Now Human Simon and Cat Simon have to figure out who gets to be the little spoon and who gets the most forehead kissies. (Surprise, there's actually two cats, they just look really really similar and for a while Simon didn't see them in the same space at the same time. This one's name? Reese's Peanut Butter Cup, Reese or PB for short.)

-🐸

🐸 anon, your mind never ceases to amaze me

if you brought two chunky little cats home Simon wouldn’t even bat an eye - he might bat an eye at ‘Simon’ the cat, but he can work with that. since there’s two cats I think it’d be really funny if, while Simon thinks there’s only one, he thinks little Simon kitty man isn’t a fan of him. he’ll pspspsp Simon the cat and call his name - sometimes he chirps and comes right over (cat Simon) and sometimes Simon gets flat out ignored (PB)

once he sees two chunky cats eating in the kitchen he does a double take, eyebrows screwed together. “Oh— wha’ the fuck?”, he snorts and goes off to find you, chuckling when you nervously say PB looked so miserable when you found them, so… it’s okay to keep them both, right? obviously, Simon was already a proud father of what he presumed to be one, now he’s got basically twins

[semisolidmind]

In your survivor au, what do you think DogDay's reaction would be anytime he found y/n with CatNap? (That includes mostly when catnap snags y/n for cuddles)

just curious lol I wanna hear your thoughts

rage.

dogday has very little tolerance for catnap's tomfoolery, especially in the first few days of their attempt at coexistence. he keeps a close eye on both catnap and y/n, just to make sure the cat doesn't try anything.

of course, he can't be with y/n all the time. so perhaps there's an instance where he, poppy, and kissy are out on a walk while y/n is in town; he doesn't expect them back for a while.

however, y/n gets home a bit early. catnap, noticing the lack of opposition, sees an opportunity.

he watches. he waits for the right moment. then he pounces.

with a small dosage of red smoke (not enough to fully knock them out, but enough to make them slow and groggy), catnap steals y/n away to the barn, picking them up by the back of their coat. they struggle weakly as he saunters into the barn, heaving himself and his quarry up into the loft in one jump.

he gently deposits y/n into his nest before curling up around them. he settles, ignoring their slurred admonishing in favor of rubbing his face against their hair. he purrs. he's just taking the attention he believes he's owed, after all. they're so doting on the other toys...it's only fair he get some of his savior's attention, too.

as the effects of the red smoke slowly wear off, y/n sighs and seems to accept their fate of being cuddled. they can't exactly move the heavy, powerful limbs holding them close.

so, they talk to catnap. they try to convince him that kidnapping them isn't the way to go about getting attention, but the feline simply gazes at y/n through lazily lidded eyes. when their pleas for freedom go unheard, y/n resigns themself to their fate; instead, they tell him about whatever it is they got done that day. at least the occasional twitch of a large purple ear lets them know that he's listening.

meanwhile, dogday and the girls are returning from their walk, flowers and a few foraged mushrooms in hand. dogday sees y/n's vehicle in front of the garage, and assumes they're in the house. except, when he goes inside, calling for them, there's no answer. poppy yells for them too, checking the rooms upstairs.

"they're not here!" she calls back to dogday.

a chill goes down his spine and his hackles immediately raise.

catnap.

dogday is out the front door in a flash, snagging his axe (it's a normal size, but it looks smaller in his hands) from the side of the house on the way.

he runs towards the barn, knowing that's where that thing took his angel.

dogday kicks the weathered double doors in, head snapping in the direction of the loft. just as he suspected, catnap has y/n trapped between his deadly claws, prone and vulnerable.

"catnap!" he roars in outrage. "i swear if you've hurt them in any way, i'll—!"

y/n calls his name, and he stops. through his rage, he sees them. they're...they're not hurt. though he's glad to see them unharmed, he won't be happy until they're safely away from his enemy. he hears y/n sigh tiredly.

this isn't the first time this has happened, and it won't be the last.

they sluggishly pull themselves from between catnap's paws, and though the cat grumbles his discontent, he's obviously not looking to start a fight with the pissed off dog still brandishing an axe down below. the look y/n gives him cows him even more. he looks away, and allows y/n the space to stand. as much as he wishes he could keep them, their ever-so-loyal hound won't allow it.

he'll have to be sneakier next time.

y/n shakily stands up. they've built up some tolerance to the red smoke, but... it can still knock them off their feet if they're not expecting it. they make their way to the lofts' rickety ladder, only taking a few steps down before dogday is there, gathering them into one arm (the other still holding his axe, eyes never leaving catnap and ready to swing the moment the feline moves).

y/n sighs again. they rest their head on dogday's shoulder, slumping down as he quickly gets them out of the barn. they hear more than see dogday slam the barns' doors shut. they can feel how his breathing slows from its angry seethe, calmer now that they're with him.

y/n can feel how the large canine presses his head to theirs, giving an affectionate nuzzle that earns a little laugh from them. he huffs a bit, still upset that he wasn't able to stop them from being nabbed in the first place.

on their way back into the house, dogday leaves his axe on the porch, closing and locking the front door behind them.

poppy and kissy are in the living room, and they watch dogday carry y/n upstairs. poppy shakes her head and sighs. she's really not sure why y/n won't just let dogday kill catnap, especially since the feline keeps doing stuff like this. she puts that thought to the side as she and kissy decide on a movie.

dogday takes y/n into their shared room. he lays them gently on the bed, helping them remove their shoes and coat. y/n groans and pulls themself under the covers. the smokes' effects will fully wear off in a couple of hours, but for now it feels like serious jetlag. y/n closes their eyes.

as they settle in, they hear dogday sigh. as expected, he begins to settle himself next to them, curling up and holding them close. one large hand rests on their back, gently stroking their shoulder. y/n nuzzles into the soft fur of his chest.

as they fall asleep under the watchful eye of their guard dog, y/n hopes they can maintain some semblance of peace between their family and the stray in the barn.

[citruslullabies]

Catnap X reader

I've got this idea from another author, perhaps the reader is getting too attached to one of the mini catnaps? They spend their time cuddling the little rascal instead of him and he decides to make his displeasure noticed albeit in his own way.

Oh hey, I love that author! Bumblehoneybee is one of my favorites<3

Trigger warnings: none

Romantic/platonic: neutral (unspecified)

Requested by: anonymous

Category: fluff

Ship (romantic or platonic): catnap x reader

Word count: 565

Cat Fight

After having redeemed Catnap, you were left to depend on him and for him to depend on you with the little things. Whether that be warmth or cuddles, or defenses, you two always had each other's back in the dark and gloomy place. Catnap just like any cat, loved you and saw you as his person.

And that's why you're in the pickle you're in now. A little smiling critter of Catnap had been spying on you before finally walking up to you while meowing its little head off like a banshee. You looked down at the oddly friendly creature and gasped, smiling and kneeling down to pet it in which it gladly accepted. “Awh! You're so cute!” You cooed to the rather prissy and affectionate feline.

Catnap was just coming back from finding food while Poppy and Kissy Missy were busy looking for routes in the place to keep going, happily coming back expecting your praise but was greeted with basically a smack to the face. He set the food and water down and let his ears fall flat, slowly slinking over to you and staring at the tinier version of himself. “..Mouse, why is this.. thing here?”

The larger feline was not at all happy with this, staring down at the smaller version of him. All of your attention was going onto this cheap little declawed copy of him and he didn't appreciate it.

“Catnap, just look at how cute it is! Hmm..” you thought for a moment, before plucking the little kitty into your arms and feeling your heart melt at the feeling of it nuzzling against you and wrapping its tiny paws around your neck. Catnap let out a low growl as he thought about swatting the little creature out of your arms, but refraining from doing so.

“Ugly little thing..” he hissed despite looking like it, displeased as he picked the food back up to continue moving. Kissy Missy was silent as always when they returned, judging the small cat while Poppy made a few comments here and there but ultimately decided it was fine if it was friendly. The entire walk you were just cradling and cooing at the little cat before you decided on a name, gently pressing your nose against its tiny one. “I'm gonna name you.. Cleocatra!” You said, earning a weirded out look from the larger feline and a purr from Cleocatra. But he said nothing.

When tiredness finally overcame your senses, he was more than happy to get cozy on the floor as you set the cat down despite its screaming protests. He wrapped his tail around your form and gently kneaded at your shoulder, being completely at peace before being disrupted by meows and little paws standing on him. He opened his eyes only to be greeted with a tiny Cleo that was pouty and trying to snuggle in-between them, to which Catnap grabbed it by its scruff and set it down away from the both of you. You spent all day with the little fucker, it was his turn.

But the tiny cat just kept pushing until catnap hissed at it, being quiet so he wouldn't wake you up despite your stirring. The little cat huffed and walked off, flicking its tail at Catnap as if it was a middle finger and snuggling up on top of your backpack instead.

Little shit.

Thank you for requesting!

[brie-draws]

Kissy Kissy Purr Purr protag Chihiro in all her different iterations

[blingblong55]

Valentine- Simon 'Ghost' Riley

(photo belongs to: @ave661 )

Based on a request:

For fluffy ghost - he's a big intimidating looking dude but animals LOVE HIM. Dogs, cats, rodents, everything. I love the idea of him being trapped on a couch bc too many sleepy animals are on him. Kittens like to climb him. Rodents want to snuggle in his hood or his pocket. Dogs are obsessed and follow him and want to give him kissies. Hed be really good at finding lost pets cause they just come running up to him out of nowhere. (That or like imagine having a cat that's super friendly and telling him your cat doesn't like people so when the kitty cuddles up with him he will feel special).

GN!Reader, Fluff, Friends to lovers

I've rejected affection For years and years Now I have it and damn it It's kind of weird

He isn't much of a people person or more that everyone finds him to be intimidating. But lately, as you have become closer to him, he found himself, wandering the halls of the base, looking for you. And occasionally, there'll be some furry friend with him. There have been times when you call him snow white for that reason alone. Sitting under a willow tree? A bird, deer, cat, and/or dog goes to him and cuddles on his lap or shoulder. You find this so beautiful, it gives you some new perspective on him.

Sometimes during field training, he will get the occasional guard dog to stand by him and rub their body on his leg, begging for a head rub. This has become so frequent, that he has gotten used to it. One time, while in an active war zone, he got tackled by a very friendly dog. Soap was about to shoot it when Ghost laughed a little. "Don't you worry, sergeant, we got a friend, now." You and Soap look at each other, giving the other the 'Again' look. One time, purely because you were all waiting for the helicopter to pick you up, he began to attract all sorts of friendly animals. So much so, that one of the animals became the birthday gift to Price's little girl.

I've lost all control of my heartbeat now

Another time, Gaz begged his lieutenant, to fetch a kitten for his girlfriend and as always, it worked. As you two grow closer and closer, he visits your home frequently. You two usually stay in your back garden, sitting by the grass and then soon the birds begin to chirp by the branches, this is only when he is there, no other time. "You know, this is nice, having this time with you." he softly confesses. His balaclava on your sofa's arm while you two enjoy the warm sun by the grass. Before you could even answer, your two pups and the grumpy cat who hates everyone approach him and purrs. "Bloody hell, Simon. You've done it again!" You laugh and he stares at you.

"This is a real problem I struggle with, R/N." He tried to pretend he was angry.

As time went on, and your pups grew, he began to be stuck somewhere during the winter visits. Your cosy sofa. Your dog lying on his chest and thighs, the grumpy cat that adores only him by his shoulder and the newest puppy he got you, tucked by his hood. It's a site to see, for sure and it's the best one you can get as his new partner. You always thought it was that his body radiated warmth but you soon found yourself to be going to him like a magnet. It's an inexplicable force that pulls you to him. It's safety, comfort, familiarity and understanding that he radiates to those vulnerable, delicate and small creatures.

The way he is, a giant, grumpy man, with three hobbies, smart, strong, rough but the way he protects everything that is at arms reach. That is what makes him so unique and special. You never viewed him this way when you first met. Never thought he was into puzzles, history and reading. His mind is so great and if he wanted to, he could be a successful professor elsewhere. Maybe it's the years of his own struggles and how he understands those who might be close to another breakdown that brings a certain level of comfort. Perhaps its how he caresses the creatures that crawl to him, that yearn for the love he gives. And maybe now it's you that is added to that list.

I still feel a shock through every bone When I hear an, "I love you" 'Cause now I've got someone to lose

Six years ago, you found him. He petted two stray cats and a squirrel on his shoulder, the one he kept feeding before winter. And now, in a dim kitchen light, listening to jazz, swaying in his arms, that is home to you and those sweet things. "My R/N, you have to sway like this." His hand was on your hip, the other holding your hand as he guided you. That skull balaclava hidden in the drawer of your now shared home. No longer the grey flat he lived in as a soldier but now, in a small, cosy and beautiful home as your husband.

Even to this say, when you go to the park to walk your pets, he has some new furry friends that come to him. And he gives you that look, 'Again' as you, with a big proud smile take a bag of treaties from the bag you carry for this occasion. He and you sit in a bench, just like the old couple that frequently sits across from you both. It's like staring in a mirror, he tells you every time. The man across from him feeds the birds, while he feeds the dogs or cats near him.

I blinked and suddenly I had a Valentine

[astralnymphh]

i would pay u 1 million real american dollars to never stop talking about tribbing.

especially with sub!ellie UGH she would moan saur loud like yes please! sign me up!

✮even with switch!ellie it's so intense. weirdly i just feel ellie is way more sub—leaning when it comes to tribbing, and more topping when it comes to strap but that's a discussion for another day where I'm not constantly thinking of my knight!ellie fic. oh yeah, which, by the way— medieval ellie? NONSTOP TRIBBING!! anyway, sub!ellie believers, RISE!! i just know that girls so grabby and kissy during tribbing. squeezing your hips with passion stabbing through the dull of her fingernails, then it climaxes to her release of those grips and latching on your nape, pleading and pushing for you to lean down cause she just wants you to taste her sweet purrs and swirling whines. wants you to feel what you're doing to her shoved down your throat. gahhhh romantic tribbing >>

[cx-boxbox]

46 and Landoscar

Ok I’m not the best at writing jealousy, but here you go:

Oscar can’t decide whether bringing Lando to a cat café was the best idea he’s ever had or the worst.

“You’re the best kitty, yes you are,” Lando coos, making little kissy noises at the orange fluffball in his lap. “I love you the most, did you know that?”

All this, while sitting across from his literal boyfriend.

Oscar can’t help but feel conflicted. On one hand, this is absolutely adorable. He’s already sneakily taken too many photos of Lando cuddling the damned cat.

On the other, he should be the sole recipient of Lando’s kisses.

The cat in Lando’s lap purrs and rubs his cheek against his sweater, and Lando glances up at Oscar, teary-eyed.

“Osc, we have to keep him.”

Unable to deny Lando anything, Oscar exhales through his nose.

“Fine.”

But the moment they step foot into their flat in Monaco, Oscar takes the cat carrier from his boyfriend and crowds him against the wall, making sure the cat has the perfect view of him kissing Lando firmly, claiming those soft lips of his for himself.

“Mine.”

“Osc, you’re ridiculous.”

The cat only meows and lifts a paw up to his mouth to give it a nonchalant lick.

From this post.

[yeonshy]

८. ･ ͙．g͟e͟n͟e͟r͟i͟c͟ s͟h͟o͟r͟t͟ u͟s͟e͟r͟n͟a͟m͟e͟s͟ ᰍ ｡ ͘ ᳞ ✽

flreu -> from french "fleur" (flower)

m-our -> from french "amour" (love)

mrpsaa -> from spanish "mariposa" butterfly"

mireum-🌷 -> from korean "이름/ireum" (name) / "my ireum (replace flower with your name's first letter)"

swuids -> from "squids"

qollie -> from "dollie"

i98you -> honestly you can replace this one with any other number ksks

webgrl -> "web girl"

g6es -> from korean "개/gae" (dog)

iktty -> from "kitty"

f-ntasma -> from spanish "fantasma" (ghost)

mwavie -> from "mwah" [kissie sound] and french "vie" (life)

gatcs -> from spanish "gatos" (cats)

i-hrtme -> "i ♡ me"

r-rosas -> from spanish "rosas" (roses)

bl66d -> from "blood"

teadoll -> yk...(๑>ᴗ<๑)🍓🎀

ag6ric -> from "agaric fly mushroom"

sunnihrt -> from "sunny" and "heart"

choccoco -> from "chocolate" and spanish "coco" (coconut)

vanillev -> from french "vanille" (vanilla) and "love"

nrvou-s -> from "nervous"

i-odine -> from "iodine"

strnight -> from "starry night"

prrlune -> from "purr" and frenxh "lune" (moon)

syawn -> from "swan" and "yawn"

ho0ts -> hoot. hoot hoot 🦉

aistie -> from korean "아이스티/aiseuti" (iced tea)

nyancnt -> from "nyan cat"

bnnuys -> "bnnuy"

seashrs -> from "seashore"

mrnetta -> from spanish "marioneta" (marionette)

[ozzy-boy]

Hey, hey, hear me out.

This, but with your faves.

KAHDJAKAJ WAAAAAHHHHHHH

-

Scale:

-Ticklish....

-He's completely clueless at first. Starts to look around for a tissue or cloth for you to blot off lipstick and doesn't even notice you sneaking up on him.

-"W-woah. Hey- ha, hahaha! Wait- stop- that tickles! Hahah! You're terrible!"

-By the time your kissy barrage is over, he's bright red in the face and there's a smattering of lipstick marks all over his face and neck.

-Scale has a big stupid grin on his face for the rest of the day, feeling light and fuzzy after the affection.

-From then on whenever he notices you wearing lipstick he'll ask if you need something to blot it off with and gets a cute cheeky grin on his face.

Cole:

-"Hah... we're experimenting with marking now, are we, dear? Well, you'll find no complaints here..."

-He just purrs and melts into your gracious affection and sweetness.

-Won't wipe it off. You can't make him. If he looks like an idiot with lipstick all over his face then SO BE IT.

-Will genuinely walk around with lipstick on his face until you chase him down with a makeup wipe.

-There's something incredibly alluring about watching the deep red color smudge and smear over his skin. He'll be sure to repay you in full with marks of his own. Careful though, Cole prefers to use his teeth...

Volks:

-"Pfft. You are such a dork."

-He's not ticklish, so he just lets you have your fun for a minute. He is absolutely blushing afterwards though don't let him deny it.

-Ooooh he tries so hard to act like a cool guy who's not phased but he is. He is phased. Very phased.

-He's not ticklish but you will get a few chuckles out of him just based on how silly the situation is. He'll pay it forward with a few kisses of his own though so it's okay

-It's all fun and games until he looks in a mirror.

Poe:

-"Mmm... Hey, next time, will you wear black lipstick so it matches my vibe? Ow- Hey! No need to get bitey, I was just kidding." (No he wasn't)

-((He would very much like to see you in black. Just saying.))

-He'll also probably just leave it there. Why would he want to wipe it off? Then he'll mess up his foundation, dummy.

-In fact, Poe thinks you should go out. Right now. So that everyone can see how sappy and in love you two are.

-He finds great satisfaction in watching people stare and try to react normally to a goth guy covered in red lipstick kissy marks. There's something kinda poetic about it.

[ddejavvu]

Okokok bully!sirius idea

Hes always calling you embarrassing pet names amd making kissy faces at you and laughs when you inevitably get embarrassed

Or maybe you get up extra early and decide to do your hair and a little makeup and sirius is convinced you wanted to look good for him (maybe you did) and taunts you for liking him even though hes so mean

today is multiverse monday, send me any au you can think of! :)

cw for bully!sirius. he doesn't hurt her, he just teases her, but if you're uncomfortable with that then don't read. this is your warning, your media consumption beyond this point is your responsibility.

You're adjusting the part of your hair when Sirius comes into the classroom, as always, flanked by his friends. His eyes zero in on you so fast that you wonder if he's got some sort of sixth sense for you.

"Woah," He whistles lowly, "You're all dolled up today, angel face. What's that about?"

He saunters over to your desk and leans forward on it, hands braced on the wood, "Did you get all pretty for me?"

"I don't know what you're talking about," You shake your head, focusing on the notebook you're pulling out of your bag. To no one's surprise, Sirius snatches the book away from you, flipping through the pages.

"Got our names doodled in here, love? Maybe you've drawn our initials in a heart."

Thankfully, he's got your charms notebook, which is full of only notes on the subject. Your personal journal, however... well, you're just glad that's kept safe from him.

"Hm. Don't see any," He laments, pulling away from the pages with a pout, "What's that about, doll? Don't like me?"

"No," You shake your head, the curls you'd put your hair into waving with the movement, "I don't like you."

"Ah, that's not what your face says," Sirius purrs, taking your jaw in his fingers. He feels your flushed skin and hears the hitch of your breath as he holds your face steady, a smirk curling onto his lips as he keeps your face mere inches away from his own. He studies your face for a reaction that you desperately try not to give him, and after a moment of what you hope is nothing, he breaks eye contact.

"Huh," He muses, keeping his fingers curled around your jaw, "Thought you'd crack. Oh well," He hums, tugging your face closer and planting a messy, sticky kiss to your cheek with a cartoonish smacking sound, "Class is about to start."

You're frozen in shock as he drops your face, heading to his own seat with no further teasing. You hear the snickers of his friends at his outlandish behavior, and he settles into his chair with a contended smirk on his face. You find it especially hard to turn your attention to the professor when he walks in, the patch of your cheek that Sirius had smooched still tingling with the ghostly sensation.